[Open on a stylish, dimly lit apartment. XXLAYNA MARIE is pacing nervously by the window, biting her lip. She glances at her phone, then at the bedroom door where the shadow of a tall, muscular figure moves.]
[The MAN (tall, suited, Blacked regular) steps into frame. He notices the phone, raises an eyebrow, but smirks. He leans down, his lips brushing her ear.] -Blacked- Xxlayna Marie - Phone A Friend -01.10...
Good. Because I don’t plan on giving you many seconds to think. [Open on a stylish, dimly lit apartment
She said “phone a friend,” not “phone for help.” [Open on a stylish