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22 September 2025
DESPERATE HUNT
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Directed by
LOGLINE: In the vibrant, high-stakes world of Lagos, the lifelong friendship of two ambitious graduates is torn apart by simmering jealousy, a past flame's unexpected success, and one desperate act of betrayal that sets them on a collision course with their dreams and their demons.
CHARACTER BREAKDOWN
- BIBIANA (BB) - (Early 30s): Stunning, energetic, and spontaneous. She uses her seductive charm as armor. Beneath her mischievous persona lies a deep-seated desperation, fueled by immense parental pressure and a fear of being left behind. Her fatal flaw is her inability to be happy for others when she feels her own life is lacking. Over the film, her arc evolves from manipulative opportunist to a broken woman confronting her demons, finding redemption through vulnerability and forgiveness.
- SOPHIA - (Early 30s): Equally beautiful and energetic, but more subdued and thoughtful than BIBIANA. She wears glasses, which are symbolic of her occasional inability to see the treachery right in front of her. Kind-hearted and resilient, her journey is about finding her strength and voice in the face of betrayal. She grows from naive optimist to empowered woman who reclaims her agency and rebuilds her life with quiet determination.
- DR. VICTOR - Tall and composed. An accomplished orthopedic surgeon who clawed his way up from poverty, working as a plumber's apprentice part-time to fund his long medical education. He is mature, perceptive, and has no time for BIBIANA's past games. His development reveals layers of quiet wisdom and forgiveness, becoming a pillar of emotional healing for others while reflecting on his own scars.
- TAMUNO - (30s): A handsome, grounded, and successful professional. He is genuine and falls for Sophia, but his trust is shattered by a calculated deception, testing his ability to see beyond the surface. His arc involves rage-fueled mistakes leading to profound regret and growth toward humility and true partnership.
- DAVID (nickname Davido) - (30s): Charismatic and smooth-talking with dreams of Afrobeat stardom. He is drawn to BIBIANA's beauty and her fabricated "perfect wife" persona. He represents the superficial desires BIBIANA is chasing. Expanded: A struggling artist haunted by unfulfilled potential, his drama with Bibiana exposes his insecurities, leading to a bittersweet awakening about authentic connections.
- UNCLE CHINEDU (Pharm CHINEDU) - (Mid 50s): BIBIANA's uncle. A successful pharmacist friend of Doctor Victor, sharp and well-to-do. He is often exasperated by the antics of the younger generation but has a soft spot for his niece. Developed: A weary mentor figure torn between indulgence and tough love, whose own romantic entanglements mirror the chaos around him.
- BIBIANA'S PARENTS - (60s): Her MOTHER is consumed by a serious health condition and the desperate need to see a grandchild, projecting her anxiety onto BIBIANA. Her FATHER is more pragmatic, viewing his wife's obsession with omugwo as a social status play, creating a tense home environment. (Minimal expansion as per instructions.)
- SOPHIA'S FATHER - (70s): He is sceptical of the influence of BIBIANA on his daughter Sophia. Reflective of his age, he uses Igbo adages during conversations. Developed: A wise, flawed patriarch hiding vulnerabilities behind humor, whose health scare forces reflection on legacy and family ties.
- SOPHIA'S FATHER'S MISTRESS, COSY - (50s): She's related to BIBIANA, unknown to Sophia and his father. Developed: A cunning opportunist with hidden motives, her betrayal adds layers of familial intrigue and comic irony.
- ABU, GYM INSTRUCTOR - (30s): He is well built but shouts orders. A bit cocky, but in control. Developed: A boastful yet insecure trainer harboring unrequited feelings, whose bravado crumbles under rejection, revealing a desire for genuine respect.
- NURSE ADA - (Late 20s): Dr. Victor's efficient, empathetic assistant. Warm and intuitive, she acts as a confidante, sensing tensions and offering subtle guidance. Her arc shows quiet strength in supporting others' healings while navigating her own unspoken aspirations.
- FEMI - (20s): A slick, ambitious video editor in the cyber cafe scene. Driven by dreams of escaping poverty through quick schemes, his greed stems from a recent betrayal by a former client who stiffed him on a big job, fueling his ruthless opportunism and eventual downfall.
- KIKE - (40s): Uncle Chinedu's fiery mistress. Sassy and materialistic, she speaks in Yoruba-accented English with proverbs. Developed: A survivor of Lagos' underbelly, her clashes reveal vulnerability beneath the glamour, adding humor and pathos to romantic entanglements.
PRODUCTION NOTES
- MOOD BOARD & CINEMATIC STYLE:
- Visuals: A tale of two cities within one. The vibrant, chaotic, and aspirational energy of Lagos. High-contrast lighting. Saturated colors in the gym and social scenes to reflect energy and ambition. Muted, softer tones during intimate or sorrowful moments.
- Camera Work: Use dynamic, handheld shots during arguments or moments of chaos (the bar fight). Employ slow, deliberate push-ins on characters' faces to capture their internal turmoil, especially BIBIANA's simmering jealousy and Sophia's quiet heartbreak.
- Tone: A character-driven dramatic thriller. The humor should be sparse and situational, used to highlight the absurdity of the characters' predicaments before plunging back into the dramatic stakes.
- PROPS & COSTUMES:
- Sophia's Glasses: A key prop. They are off when she can't "see" a situation clearly (like not recognizing Victor) and on when she is focused.
- BIBIANA's Outfits: Seductive but stylish. Crop tops, form-fitting dresses. Her clothing is a weapon in her arsenal.
- Victor's Scrubs/Suit: He transitions from the professional doctor to a well-dressed man, symbolizing his success, but his first meet with BB in her uncle's house adds to the confusion that he could be the plumber due to the simplicity of dressing.
- The Smartphone: Crucial for the secret recording, the anonymous email, and the calls that drive the plot.
- The Engagement Ring: A symbol of commitment that tragically and comically changes hands.
SCREENPLAY
FADE IN:
SCENE 1
A bustling Lagos kitchen in Bibiana's parents' home, thick with the aroma of spices gone wrong. Smoke curls lazily from a pot on the stove, where a charred mess bubbles ominously. The smoke alarm beeps weakly, ignored in the chaos. BIBIANA (31, stunning, energetic, in stylish loungewear that hugs her curves like a second skin) frantically waves a dish towel at the detector, her face a mask of frustration mixed with defiant charm. Sweat beads on her forehead, but her eyes sparkle with that unyielding spark of mischief. Her FATHER (60s, pragmatic, weary from years of holding the family together) enters, pinching his nose against the acrid haze. [Handheld camera circles the kitchen dynamically, capturing the chaotic energy of Lagos life seeping in through open windows—honking taxis, distant market calls—contrasting Bibiana's personal storm. Close-up on her determined eyes, pushing in slowly to reveal vulnerability beneath the armor.]
BIBIANA’S FATHER
Is this your idea of a welcome home meal? Or are you trying to fumigate the house?
Bibiana's MOTHER (60s, frail, her health a quiet shadow that weighs on the room) follows, coughing delicately, her eyes pleading for harmony despite the pain etching her features.
BIBIANA’s MOTHER
Bibi, what is this? I ask you to make simple Ofe-Egusi...
BIBIANA
It’s not my fault! The recipe online was confusing.
BIBIANA’s FATHER
(Scooping a bit with a spoon, grimacing)
Confusing? It looks like you declared war on the vegetables. Your mother has been telling me how you’re ready for marriage. A man will take one bite of this and file for divorce before the wedding reception is over.
BIBIANA’s MOTHER
Stop it! Don't discourage her. She is trying.
BIBIANA’s FATHER
She should try learning to boil water first.
He walks out in disgust, leaving a heavy silence. Bibiana's eyes well up with frustrated tears, her spontaneous energy cracking under the weight of expectation. Her mother puts a comforting hand on her shoulder, the touch lingering like a lifeline in the haze. [Slow push-in on Bibiana's face, high-contrast lighting highlighting tears glistening like Lagos rain—saturated colors fade to muted tones, symbolizing her inner desperation. Emotion: Convey raw vulnerability, a flash of the deep-seated fear driving her fatal flaw.]
BIBIANA’s MOTHER
Don’t mind him. But Bibi, my dear... time is not waiting. Look at me. I just want to hold my grandchild. Just one. Is that too much to ask?
The weight of her mother’s plea crushes Bibiana. She nods, biting her lip, the room's chaos mirroring the storm in her heart. Cut to a quick montage: Bibiana scrolling job sites on her phone, rejections piling up; a mirror reflection where she practices a seductive smile, masking loneliness. This establishes her charm as armor, her desperation as fuel.
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SCENE 2
BACK FROM REMINISCING - INT. UNCLE CHINEDU'S APARTMENT - BB’S ROOM - DAY. A stylish, modern apartment pulsing with Lagos vibrancy—Afrobeats throb from a Bluetooth speaker, casting rhythmic shadows on colorful walls. Bibiana dances alone, her body moving with seductive energy, crop top and mini-skirt accentuating every sway. The room is hazy with cigarette smoke, a veil over her vibrant life. But her eyes betray a deep loneliness, the dance a ritual to ward off failure's chill. The music ends. Silence descends like a judgment. [Dynamic tracking shot follows her dance, handheld for energy, saturating colors in gym-like intensity; slow zoom out as music fades, muting tones to emphasize isolation. Emotion: Allure in movement, undercut by poignant solitude—push-in on eyes reflecting unspoken fears.]
She walks to her bed, picks up a large pillow, and cuddles it tightly, her face a mask of longing. She whispers to it, voice cracking with raw need.
BIBIANA
(whispering, vulnerable) One day, I'll have it all—the man, the life. No more pretending.
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK. Bibiana jumps, startled. She quickly smooths her crop top and mini-skirt, plasters on a confident smile, and heads to the door, transforming vulnerability into weaponized charm. She opens it to find DR. VICTOR (tall, dressed in smart casuals that hint at quiet success). He looks familiar, but out of place in this haze of ambition.
BIBIANA
(Looking him up and down, playful condescension)
Oh, you must be the plumbing guy my uncle called. Finally.
VICTOR
I’m here to see Pharmacist Chinedu, yes. But I’m not...
BIBIANA
(Interrupting, leaning against doorframe)
Oh, that's my uncle, he’s not around. And I can’t let you in to work. Unless, of course, you think I’m the one who’s broken and needs to be fixed.
She leans against the doorframe, a playful, condescending smirk on her face, her energy electric, testing him.
VICTOR
(A flicker of recognition in his eyes)
Well, you certainly look like you need a fix. But that would require a proper diagnosis.
BIBIANA
Excuse me?!
VICTOR
I'm Victor. Victor Emeka. Tell your uncle I stopped by.
The name hits her like a Lagos downpour. Her smile vanishes. Her eyes widen as she connects the dots from about a decade ago—flashes: young Victor, toolkit in hand, fixing pipes at her parents' home; her jilting him with cruel words about cheating and penniless. A mocking laugh escapes her, but it's laced with unease. [Quick-cut flashback montage, desaturated tones for past; return to present with sharp push-in on her widening eyes, building intrigue and simmering jealousy. Emotion: Shock rippling into defensive mockery.]
BIBIANA
Victor? The... plumber? The same Victor I jilted in secondary school? Wow. So your life really didn't amount to anything more than fixing pipes.
Victor's phone rings. He holds up a finger, answering it calmly, his composure a quiet rebuke.
VICTOR
(Into phone) Yes, on call... I’ll be there in twenty.
He waves goodbye as he leaves, unfazed. She scoffs and SLAMS the door in his face. She leans against the door, breathing heavily, a mix of anger and confusion on her face—the seed of jealousy planted. Extend with her pacing, pulling out her phone to scroll old photos of Victor, her fingers trembling, building internal turmoil.
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SCENE 3
INT. UNCLE CHINEDU'S APARTMENT - LIVING ROOM - CONTINUOUS. Another KNOCK. Bibiana groans, annoyed, her earlier vulnerability buried under irritation. She swings the door open aggressively. [Handheld shot from behind door, building suspense; wide angle reveal of Sophia, contrasting Bibiana's storm with warmth. Emotion: Relief washing over Bibiana's face, hinting at their deep bond.]
BIBIANA
What, did you forget your screw?!
SOPHIA (31, pretty, wearing stylish glasses that frame her thoughtful eyes) stands there, beaming, a travel bag at her feet. Her subdued energy complements Bibiana's fire—they're two sides of the same ambitious coin.
SOPHIA
(Mischievously)
With your beauty any man would leave behind his screws!
BIBIANA
(Mischievously, recovering)
And with your beauty he would leave his nuts.
The women shriek with excitement, jumping and hugging, their laughter echoing like a promise of better days. Extend the reunion: They collapse onto the couch, sharing stories of university struggles, clinking imaginary glasses—establishing their lifelong friendship as the story's heart, laced with subtle hints of Bibiana's envy bubbling under the surface.
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SCENE 4
LATER - INT. UNCLE CHINEDU'S APARTMENT - LIVING ROOM - DAY. Bibiana and Sophia are settled on the sofa with drinks, the Afrobeats low now, a backdrop to their dreams. [Over-the-shoulder shots alternating between friends, saturated colors evoking aspirational energy; Emotion: Hopeful camaraderie, undercut by Bibiana's restless energy.]
SOPHIA
Okay, why did you look like you were about to commit murder when you opened the door?
BIBIANA
You will not believe who was just here. Victor! My ex from secondary school!!
SOPHIA
(Teasing)
Victor the plumber? Wow. Still, the way you dumped him was cold, Bibi. You knew there was nothing between us. I was just helping him with exam money.
BIBIANA
(Waving her hand dismissively)
Please. I needed an excuse. Did you see us then? He was so much older, and I was not about to gamble my future on a man whose greatest ambition was a pipe wrench - an apprentice plumber.
She brightens up, masking the sting, pulling Sophia into her orbit.
BIBIANA
Anyway, forget the past! We are here now. In Lasgidi! We are going to find amazing jobs and even more amazing husbands. No more low-lifes!
They clink glasses, their faces alight with ambition and hope. Uncle Chinedu chuckles from afar, shaking his head—his exasperation a loving counterpoint. Extend: They brainstorm wild plans, laughter building suspense for the gym scheme, revealing Sophia's thoughtfulness tempering Bibiana's impulsivity.
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SCENE 5
INT. UNCLE CHINEDU'S APARTMENT - LIVING ROOM - DAY. Bibiana and Sophia scroll on their phones, the glow illuminating their determined faces amid scattered job printouts. The room hums with quiet desperation—Lagos traffic roars outside. [Tight two-shot on phones, quick cuts to rejection emails; wide angle to show apartment's modest luxury, building intrigue for their hustle. Emotion: Frustrated resolve, Sophia's glasses slipping as she sighs.]
SOPHIA
I don't know, Bibi. These job sites are dry. And the jobs that are available barely pay. How are we even going to find the kind of men we want?
BIBIANA
(Tapping her screen furiously)
Simple. You don't find them in a job. You find them where they spend money. See? A blog post says the best place to find rich, unmarried men in Lagos is the gym.
SOPHIA
A gym? We can't afford a gym membership! This place costs a fortune, I bet.
BIBIANA
(A mischievous smirk spreads across her face)
Not if someone else is paying for it. Leave it to me.
Bibiana rises, sauntering to Uncle Chinedu, who sits with Kike (40s, glamorous, Yoruba-accented firecracker) on his lap in a romantic, non-explicit embrace. As Bibiana approaches, she overhears their intimate whisper, her jealousy flickering briefly before charm takes over. Extend: Uncle's fond reluctance builds humor, Kike's sassy side-eye adding allure and tension.
UNCLE CHINEDU
(Softly to Kike)
Just tell me what you want, my love. The money is here in the house, in cash.
BIBIANA
(Standing before him, batting lashes)
Uncle, remember you said you wanted me to find a husband? Well, I have a strategy. But it requires some... seed money. For a gym membership. It's an investment in your future son-in-law.
UNCLE CHINEDU
(Peering over his glasses, a flicker of irritation in his eyes)
BIBIANA, are you okay? You're interrupting me. Go find a job first, then you can afford a gym. I'm not running a charity for your husband hunt.
He returns his attention to Kike. Bibiana's face hardens with frustration. She turns and walks away, but not before shooting a venomous glare at Kike—first clash hint. Sophia watches, concerned, pulling her closer for a reassuring hug.
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SCENE 6
INT. UNCLE CHINEDU'S APARTMENT - UNCLE'S BEDROOM - NIGHT. Moonlight filters through curtains, casting long shadows. A figure—Bibiana, stealthy in shadows—moves like a Lagos cat burglar. She opens a drawer silently, her hand trembling with guilt and need, pulling out a thick wad of cash. She pockets it, heart pounding, the silence deafening as moral lines blur. [Low-light handheld, building suspense with creaking floorboards; close-up on her face, internal conflict in flickering eyes. Emotion: Desperation overriding ethics, a pivotal character beat.]
She slips out, bag heavier with stolen opportunity. Extend: Flash of her mother's frail face, fueling justification—ties back to parental pressure without new dialogue.
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SCENE 7
INT. UNCLE CHINEDU'S APARTMENT - UNCLE'S BEDROOM - DAY. Uncle Chinedu leads Kike into the bedroom, pulling her onto his lap on the bed's edge in a tender, non-explicit embrace. He moves a pillow, revealing a paper—and beneath it, a partly smoked hemp joint. His face shifts from affection to confusion, then boiling anger, his pharmacist's integrity affronted. [Intimate two-shot, warm lighting turning cold; slow reveal of joint, push-in on Uncle's hardening jaw. Emotion: Betrayal's spark, humorous in absurdity yet tense.]
UNCLE CHINEDU
Kike... what is this? I don't smoke. Did you leave this here?
KIKE
(Confused, pulling back)
What? No, baby! You know I don't do that. How did that get here? (In Yoruba-accented English, proverb) "Eni to ba fi owo e se iṣẹ, a fi owo e gba ẹsan." (He who uses his hand for work will receive reward with his hand.) This isn't my doing!
UNCLE CHINEDU
Someone put it here. This is an insult to me and this house!
He rises, anger radiating. Kike looks bewildered, tension shattering romance. They storm out, bickering softly—extend with Kike defending fiercely, Uncle's exasperation hinting at his soft spot for drama. This plants seeds for later clash with Bibiana.
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SCENE 8
INT. UNCLE CHINEDU'S CAR - DAY. Uncle Chinedu drives grimly through Lagos traffic, horns blaring like accusations. Kike nags from the passenger seat, arms crossed, her glamour frayed by suspicion. [Car-mounted camera for claustrophobic tension, quick cuts to road chaos mirroring argument. Emotion: Suffocating frustration, comic edge in near-miss.]
KIKE
(Nagging in Yoruba-accented English)
And the money you gave me for the jewelry is not complete. I asked for NGN500,000, and it's not complete!
UNCLE CHINEDU
What are you saying? I counted that money cash and it was complete. I wanted to make a bank transfer but you insisted on cash since the network was problematic!
KIKE
But how did it shorten from the N500,000? And you know, a woman must have her jewelry to be respected in this Lagos!
Her voice rises. Chinedu glances at her, then the road—a screeching halt inches from a danfo bus. He slams the brake, throwing them forward, hearts racing.
UNCLE CHINEDU
(Eyes wide, heart pounding)
Kike, shut up! Can’t you see you almost killed us?
Kike's face mixes shock and annoyance. She huffs, staring out the window. Tension suffocates. Extend: They simmer in silence, Uncle muttering about "young people's madness," foreshadowing his drunken plea later.
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SCENE 9
INT. GYM - DAY. A high-end Lagos gym pulses with sweat and ambition—clanging weights, thumping bass, affluent bodies in motion. Bibiana and Sophia enter in trendy gym wear, looking slightly out of place but determined, bags slung over shoulders. Bibiana's eyes scan like a hunter, landing on DAVID (30s, charismatic, mid-lift, sweat-glistened, exuding wannabe-star vibe). She pulls out her phone casually, filming the room's energy—a habit of capturing "moments" for her social feeds, masking her scouting. [Dynamic handheld tracking their entry, saturated colors amplifying allure; quick cuts of gym life, phone screen overlay showing Bibiana's filming POV. Emotion: Excited predation, Sophia's hesitation adding depth.]
BIBIANA
(To Sophia, whispering)
Target acquired. Ten o'clock.
Sophia follows her gaze, rolls her eyes smiling. At that moment, TAMUNO (30s, handsome, grounded in fitted workout gear) approaches Sophia politely, his genuine smile cutting through the cockiness around.
TAMUNO
Excuse me, are you using this mat?
SOPHIA
Oh, no. Go ahead.
TAMUNO
Thanks. I’m Tamuno.
They share a genuine, warm smile—a natural connection sparking. Bibiana notices, giving Sophia a thumbs-up, her own filming continuing subtly. Sophia on the leg press—pushes too hard, sharp pain shooting up her ankle. She winces, dropping the weight with a thud. Extend: Light banter with Tamuno as he helps her up, establishing his sincerity; Bibiana flirts with David across the room, phone capturing "gym vibes" for later schemes.
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SCENE 10
INT. GYM - DAY (NEXT DAY). Sophia sits on a bench, pain etching her thoughtful face. Bibiana sits beside, tapping impatiently, her energy restless. The gym hums, Abu (30s, well-built, cocky shout-master) struts over, his usual bark softened to charm for Sophia—hinting at his romantic interest. [Medium two-shot on bench, push-in on Sophia's wince; track Abu's approach for building flirtation tension. Emotion: Concern laced with allure, Bibiana's impatience simmering.]
SOPHIA
Bibi, it hurts so bad. I think I really injured it.
ABU
(Bending down, newfound charm)
Don't worry. A strong pretty damsel like you shouldn't have to suffer. I have a client who's the best orthopedic surgeon in the city. He'll take good care of you.
He hands her a card, fingers lingering intentionally. Sophia gently removes his hand from her foot, polite but firm—Abu masks rejection with a grin. Bibiana eyes him warily.
BIBIANA
Oh, please, Abu, it's not a big deal. She'll be fine. Sophia, you have to push through! David just asked me out, but he wants us to go on a double date. He said you can bring your date. We can't miss this!
SOPHIA
But... my ankle…
BIBIANA
Ankle? A little sprain. It'll heal. This is my big break, a chance at everything we've talked about! Please.
Sophia sighs, torn. Her phone rings—her father. She answers, wincing as she shifts.
SOPHIA
Hello, Papa. Yes, I'm fine.
A low groan escapes. Cut to split-screen: FATHER (70s, in his cozy living room, skeptical wisdom in his eyes) on phone, Cosy (50s, sly, head on his chest) perking up at "Bibiana."
FATHER (V.O.)
(Worry in his voice)
Sophia, what's wrong? Your voice... it's filled with pain.
SOPHIA
It's just a little sprain, Papa. BIBIANA thinks it's no big deal.
FATHER (V.O.)
(A frown in his voice)
BIBIANA? What does she know about medicine? I'm not comfortable with your association with this BIBIANA! A stitch in time saves nine, my daughter. 'Oge dị mkpa' (time is important). Don't let a small issue turn into a big one just because your friend BIBIANA thinks so. Remember how your mother's 'little pain' became something else when she delayed seeing a doctor and we lost her?
SOPHIA
(Whispering into the phone)
Papa, I hope you're not philandering with women over there!
FATHER
(Jokingly)
Ha! Is a man not eligible to remarry after all these years?
Sophia smiles slightly, shaking her head—“Papa, at over 70!” Call ends (beep). She pulls out the doctor's card, resolve flickering. Extend: Father pushes her playfully, Cosy smirking—hinting at her hidden ties to Bibiana, building intrigue.
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SCENE 11
INT. WATERFRONT RESTAURANT - NIGHT. Trendy lagoon views, soft lights dancing on water. Bibiana, stunning in form-fitting dress, sits across from David, cocktail between them. She places Sophia's glasses on the table next to her phone, a prop in her game. David leans in, charismatic dreams shining. Bibiana films discreetly under the table—"date vibes" for her feed—her habit now a tool for control. [Romantic low-angle shots, saturated night colors; subtle phone POV insert for filming, adding voyeuristic allure. Emotion: Seductive playfulness masking calculation.]
DAVID
I see you have glasses with you, trying a new look for me? It's working.
BIBIANA
Oh, these? My friend Sophia forgot them at the gym. She's so clumsy. But really, I’m the one who should wear them sometimes.
DAVID
What, so you can see all the women I've been with? Trust me, baby, you don't want that view.
He laughs, leaning conspiratorially, vulnerability peeking through his smooth talk—hint at his stalled Afrobeat dreams.
Let me tell you something. See Davido? Everyone thinks he's a star from birth. But me? I'm the one who taught him how to sing. He's good now, but I was about to be the next big thing myself.
BIBIANA
(Leaning closer, voice low and seductive)
That's not what I want to see, my dear. I want to see your future. I’m a great cook, too, you know. They say the way to a man's heart is through his stomach. I’d be your Chioma.
They share a laugh, intimacy settling. Bibiana's phone BUZZES—"Sophia." She ignores, texting quickly. Extend: David opens up about a recent gig flop, Bibiana feigning empathy while plotting, her filming catching a tender moment—foreshadowing fabrication.
BIBIANA (V.O.)
(reading the text message)
I'd join you soon at the clinic.
She places phone face down, smiling warmly, attention fully on him now.
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SCENE 12
INT. DOCTOR'S OFFICE - DAY. Pristine, modern—sterile calm amid Lagos bustle. Sophia sits on exam table, ankle propped, nervous without glasses, squinting at charts. Alone, she fiddles with the card, reflecting on Tamuno's smile versus pain's reality. [Static wide shot for isolation, soft muted tones; close-up on anxious hands. Emotion: Vulnerability, building to connection.]
Door opens. NURSE ADA (late 20s, efficient warmth in scrubs) enters first, smiling reassuringly, her intuitive eyes scanning Sophia's tension.
NURSE ADA
Miss Sophia? Dr. Victor will be with you shortly. Breathe—whatever it is, we're here to make it right.
Sophia nods gratefully,
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SCENE 13
INT. VICTOR'S OFFICE - DAY. Nurse Ada exit as Dr. Victor enters (no mask), file in hand, tall composure radiating quiet authority. Sophia squints, familiarity nagging. [Over-shoulder from Sophia, blurring Victor slightly for her vision; slow reveal as he approaches. Emotion: Subtle intrigue, witty spark.]
DR. VICTOR
Hello. My name is Dr. Victor. What seems to be the problem?
SOPHIA
(Explains with a twinge of pain)
I have this persistent pain after using the treadmill and squats.
DR. VICTOR
Did you try to outrun the treadmill after breaking its heart and it chose to tackle you?
SOPHIA
(With a grin of smile)
Come on doctor, I shouldn't be smiling with these pains…
DR. VICTOR
Smiles are therapeutic, you know…
Sophia sits as Dr. Victor examines the foot professionally. She gazes, carried away by his calm.
DR. VICTOR
So, we have some tendonitis here...
(Kept gazing as if carried away)
Have we met before? You look very familiar.
SOPHIA
(Shakes her head, squinting slightly)
I don't think so, Doctor. It’s my first time...
DR. VICTOR
Your first time here… (Sophia smiles with a nod) My apologies. Now, let’s have a look.
Intercom BUZZES. Victor answers.
DR. VICTOR
I'll be right there. (To Sophia) I have a minor emergency. I’ll be back in a moment.
SOPHIA
Doctor, wait. My best friend, BIBIANA by name will be joining me. Is it okay if she comes in? I’m a bit nervous.
DR. VICTOR
(Smiles)
Of course. (Sophia is admiringly fixated at his smile) I'll let reception know.
Victor exits. Sophia calls Bibiana immediately, excitement bubbling—first hint of unexpected affection.
SOPHIA
(Whispering into her phone)
Get in here now! He’s actually got a charming smile and witty too. And I think he’s single.
BIBIANA (V.O.)
You and your blind eyes. How are you able to see him without your glasses? If he's what you said, why aren't you having him? I don't need a factory reject, not after having my Davido! Anyways, I’m coming, already close by.
A moment later, Bibiana enters, handing glasses, her energy masking the Victor encounter's sting.
BIBIANA (continuity from Scene 17)
So, where's this doctor? Is he better than my Davido? My David, a.k.a. Davido says he teaches Davido how to sing. (She rolls her eyes) And I told him I’m a master chef, his Chioma number 1.
SOPHIA
(Laughing with a mix of pain as she puts on her glasses)
You that burns water? You want to be Chioma by force. (BB gives friendly smirk)
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SCENE 14
INT. VICTOR'S OFFICE - DAY (CONTINUOUS). Examination continues, tension thick.
Victor re-enters, now masked. Bibiana stands to greet, then about to exit.
BIBIANA
Doctor… (about exiting)
DR. VICTOR
Please, stay. Sophia requested it. This will be a simple examination.
He motions Sophia to a chair, kneels, touch professional yet gentle on Achilles. Bibiana watches, strange feeling bubbling—jealousy igniting. She discreetly pulls phone, angling to record, her filming habit now sinister, continuing from gym/date as if "documenting life" but twisting to control. [Over-Bibiana's shoulder POV on recording, building suspense; close-up on her jealous eyes. Emotion: Simmering envy, powerful undercurrent.]
DR. VICTOR
It’s a good thing you came in. If left untreated, this could develop into tendonosis which is more serious. You’ll need a few follow-up appointments.
SOPHIA
Thank you, Doctor. I feel relieved with your touch…
DR. VICTOR
Think of us like a gym membership, only instead of getting you into pain, we're here to get you out of it.
Both Sophia and Bibiana smile—forced for the latter. Extend: Light chat on Lagos fitness fads, Victor's perceptive humor drawing Sophia out, Bibiana's recording capturing it all, her face darkening.
BIBIANA
So, how much do we owe you for this excellent care?
DR. VICTOR
Don't worry about payment. Consider it the beginning of many thank you Sophia. For a kind act years ago.
BIBIANA
(looking confused)
What kind act
DR. VICTOR
There's dignity even for plumbers.
He pulls down mask. Boom—Victor Emeka, successful doctor. Sophia gasps, hand to mouth. Bibiana's face storms with shock, humiliation, jealousy dawning terribly. Victor's knowing smile lands like a verdict. Nurse Ada, re-entering with forms, senses the shift, her eyes widening subtly. [Dramatic reveal shot, slow-mo mask drop; multi-angle reactions, high-contrast on faces. Emotion: Explosive revelation, intrigue peaking.]
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SCENE 15
INT. TAXI - LATER. Palpable silence between the women, Lagos streets blurring past. Sophia processes shock, glasses fogged. Bibiana lost in dark thoughts, phone clutched like a weapon. [Confined car shot, reflections on window symbolizing fractured bond; close-ups alternating faces. Emotion: Betrayal's ice, building suspense.]
BIBIANA (V.O.)
He looked at her... the way he touched her foot. She planned this. She set me up all those years ago... so she could have him for herself.
Memory flash: Earlier call from COSY (40s, sly opportunist, related to Bibiana secretly). Cut to her in a plush room, phone to ear, eyes gleaming with shared malice.
COSY (V.O.)
She told her father you were a bad influence that led her to sustain an injury in a gym. She said she wouldn’t be stupid... implying you are the stupid one. Be careful of that girl.
The memory poisons her. Extend: Taxi swerves through traffic, mirroring inner chaos; Sophia tries small talk, Bibiana's flat response deepening rift.
SOPHIA
Bibi, can you believe it? Dr. Victor! I...
BIBIANA
(Cutting her off, voice flat)
I’ve got headache.
Sophia recoils, ice in tone chilling. Betrayal roots. Taxi pulls up— they exit tensely.
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SCENE 16
EXT. GYM PARKING LOT - DAY (FLASHBACK INTEGRATED). Tamuno approaches Abu post-Sophia's injury, concern masking budding jealousy—Abu had flirted overtly. Tension crackles under sun. [Wide exterior, heat haze distorting; circling handheld for fight buildup. Emotion: Macho bravado hiding insecurity.]
TAMUNO
Abu, where's Sophia headed? She mentioned your doc friend—need details.
ABU
(Infuriated, condescending)
Throwing shades now? Respect yourself as my trainee, Tamuno. But go on, question me about your "girlfriend"—like you own her.
TAMUNO
I have every right—she's mine to protect.
Words escalate to shoves—Abu grips Tamuno's neck, shouting in Hausa: "Kai, kai ba ya son mutum!" (You, you don't respect people!). Brief scuffle, fists glancing. Abu's phone rings—a client registering. He releases abruptly, cocky grin returning.
ABU
(Answering, dismissing) Duty calls. Stay in your lane.
Tamuno straightens, seething—fight ends comically. Extend: Tamuno mutters about "show-offs," deepening his grounded character.
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SCENE 17
INT. SPLIT BETWEEN BIBIANA & SOPHIA. Continuity of Scene 13 - Bibiana with Sophia post-date call high from David but stewing on Victor. She brings up the fight casually, twisting it for laughs. [Schadenfreude masking malice.]
BIBIANA
Girl, heard about that scrap at the gym? Tamuno and Abu going at it over you—like cavemen!
Cut to Sophia in clinic waiting, amused despite pain.
SOPHIA
What? Over me? Come over— Dr Victor is out, tell me everything!
BIBIANA
We're hot girls—even guys fighting 'cause of us. Lagos men can't resist!
They laugh, bond flickering. Extend: Bibiana embellishes fight for humor, but her eyes harden—jealousy lurking.
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SCENE 18
INT. VICTOR'S OFFICE - DAY (FOLLOW-UP APPOINTMENT 1). Sophia alone with Victor, glasses on, ankle improving. Muted tones, soft light—intimate healing begins. Victor's perceptiveness draws out her reflections on affection's surprises. [Gentle push-ins on faces during talk, symbolic glasses adjustment. Emotion: Tentative respite, emotional layers unfolding.]
DR. VICTOR
Healing's not just physical—tell me, what's weighing on that heart besides the tendon?
SOPHIA
It's... unexpected. Like finding kindness where you least expect. Tamuno's sweet, but this—it's different. Real.
Victor nods wisely, sharing a brief story of his plumbing days' lessons on trust. Extend: Sophia opens about friendship strains, Victor's maturity guiding her toward strength—first emotional heal.
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SCENE 19
INT. VICTOR'S OFFICE - NIGHT. Bibiana alone, dressed to k!ll—seductive dress a final gambit. She volunteered to deliver Uncle's drug package earlier (flash: At pharmacy, Bibiana insists on personal delivery to "handle special instructions," Nurse Ada reluctant but relenting). Now, package on desk, she pours charm like wine. [Low-key lighting, shadows playing on her face; slow circle around desk for seduction tension. Emotion: Desperate allure clashing with rejection's inevitability.]
Nurse Ada showed her in earlier, eyeing suspiciously: "Dr. Victor's busy—make it quick."
BIBIANA
I was young, Victor. And foolish. I’ve matured now. We can... we can start again.
DR. VICTOR
BIBIANA, when we were young, I thought the goal was to find someone perfect. But I matured too. I realized the goal is to find someone imperfect, and build something perfect with them. We can't build anything. There's no foundation. (Flashback to fixing pipes for Bibiana’s parents) To scorn another's work is to blind yourself to the value that sustains your own life.
Rejection calm, absolute, devastating—the push she needs. Bibiana storms out, package forgotten. Extend: Victor sighs, calling Nurse Ada for advice—developing her as sounding board.
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SCENE 20
INT. PARKED CAR - NIGHT. Dim, flickering screens. Bibiana sits with Femi (20s, smoking, slick, ambitious—eyes hungry from a recent scam by a music video client that left him broke, fueling greed). She hands phone, voice edged. [Neon glow on faces, quick cuts to editing software; close-up on Femi's motivated smirk. Emotion: Moral descent, intrigue in conspiracy.]
BIBIANA
I need you to make it look... intimate. And add sound. Moaning. Can you do that?
FEMI
(Smirks, revealing motivation)
Last client ghosted me after I slaved on his track—left me high and dry. For the right price, I can make it look like she’s in a x-rated movie. Double it, and it's gold.
She transfers money reluctantly. He works, screen glowing damningly. Extend: Femi boasts of "Lagos hacks," Bibiana's doubt flickering—builds his opportunistic arc.
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SCENE 21
INT. TAMUNO'S APARTMENT - NIGHT. Tamuno stares at laptop, face hardening—manipulated video plays, Sophia "moaning" under "intimate" hands. Anonymous email's trap snaps. He forwards same to Sophia with "whore, it's over". Sophia arrives, desperate to explain, eyes pleading. [Tight on screen, then reactions; handheld for emotional chaos. Emotion: Shattered trust, raw betrayal.]
SOPHIA
Tam, that’s not what it looks like! It’s my foot! I had tendonitis. That was the doctor!
TAMUNO
A doctor? Then why does it sound like that? Why were you moaning? (Stands, voice thick) I can't believe I trusted you. And to think I had a fight because of you. Get out, you whore.
Tears stream down Sophia’s face. She leaves, world crumbling. Extend: Tamuno replays video, regret flickering—his arc toward shame begins.
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SCENE 22
EXT. TAMUNO'S BUILDING - DAY (RECONCILIATION ATTEMPT 1). Sophia waits outside, gift in hand, hope fragile. Tamuno emerges, cold. [Wide street shot, Lagos bustle indifferent; close-up on gift dropping. Emotion: Humiliating rejection, resilience tested.]
SOPHIA
Tam, please—let me prove it. It was innocent. I care about you.
TAMUNO
Prove? That video says enough. Walk away.
He brushes past, leaving her humiliated. Extend: Sophia calls Bibiana for support, voice breaking—Bibiana feigns outrage, planting more seeds.
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SCENE 23
INT. COFFEE SHOP - DAY (RECONCILIATION ATTEMPT 2). Sophia please with Tamuno, eyes earnest by his boot. He refuses revealing video source. [Intimate table shot, steam rising like barriers; push-in on her plea. Emotion: Desperate affection, dashed hopes.]
SOPHIA
Where'd you get that clip? It's fake—I swear!
TAMUNO
Doesn't matter. Trust's broken. Leave it.
Humiliation stings; she flees in tears. Extend: Tamuno alone, doubt creeping—his refusal hides vulnerability.
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SCENE 24
INT. UNCLE CHINEDU'S APARTMENT - DAY. Bibiana "defends" Sophia to her face about video leak, phone in hand. [Cozy living room, tense undercurrents; over-shoulder on phone. Emotion: False solidarity, intrigue.]
SOPHIA
Bibi, that video—only us three in the office. How?
BIBIANA
My phone was hacked! Some creep. Let me talk to Tamuno to clear your name.
Sophia nods gratefully. Extend: Bibiana hugs her, but eyes cold—deception deepens.
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SCENE 25
INT. TAMUNO'S CAR - NIGHT (RECONCILIATION ATTEMPT 3). Sophia in passenger seat, hopes alive as they talk softly. Tamuno softens briefly, then hardens. [Confined car interior]
BIBIANA (ON PHONE EARLIER)
(To Tamuno, post-Sophia's request) She's bad news—that video? Hospital spy filmed it. Run.
Now, Tamuno snaps.
TAMUNO
You're a whore.
He opens door, drags her out roughly—aggravating tendonitis. She sobs in dust, pain shooting. Hopes dashed. Extend: Physical struggle comic-tragic, her cries echoing.
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SCENE 26
EXT. STREET - NIGHT. Victor driving by sees Sophia sobbing, stops. Helps her up gently.
DR. VICTOR
Sophia? What happened?
She explains plight through tears. He drives her to clinic, reviewing injury—tendon flared. Gradually, he listens to emotional wounds, offering wisdom: "Pain's a teacher, not a chain." Extend: Quiet drive talk, her reflecting on affection's places—respite found.
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SCENE 27
INT. UNCLE CHINEDU'S APARTMENT - LIVING ROOM - NIGHT. Bibiana clashes with Kike over "stolen" money/hemp—verbal fireworks, Uncle watching wearily. [Dynamic multi-angle argument, saturated tension; comic wide shots. Emotion: Fiery humor, family chaos.]
BIBIANA
...Not me. You took my uncle's cash—admit it!
KIKE
(Yoruba proverb) "O ma kuna" (You will fail) Your antics drive him mad—not me!
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SCENE 28
INT. SOPHIA'S FATHER'S HOME - NIGHT. Cosy betrays subtly, teasing intercourse for "pushups"—Father tries, hips buckling comically. Embarrassed, he lies later at clinic. [Humorous low angles on pushups fail; clinic restraint. Emotion: Ironic vulnerability, family-friendly laughs.]
COSY
Pushups first, old man—earn it!
He strains, collapses—hip issue. Extend: Cosy's sly glee, tying to her Bibiana link.
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SCENE 29
INT. DR. VICTOR'S CLINIC - DAY. Father helped in, embarrassed. Sophia on phone learns, rushes over. [Comic entry wide shot; tender daughter-father. Emotion: Adage wisdom, growth.]
DR. VICTOR
Oh, Sophia's father, Papa, how did this happen? Did you go to the gym
SOPHIA'S FATHER
(Lying) Mba'nu, at this age? I slipped while wrestling a stubborn goat.
DR. VICTOR
Wow Papa, you're still active! Is the goat still alive or abi e also needs orthopedic treatment?
(all in the room laughs, before the doctor excuses).
SOPHIA'S FATHER
(To Sophia later)
I feel better. Dr. Victor's gold—hold him. Bibiana rejected him while he was struggling; he deserves better. "Onye kwe, chi ya ekwe." (If a person agrees, his god agrees.)
Sophia nods, reflecting. Extend: Victor examines humorously, Father bonds over adages.
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SCENE 30
INT. DAVID'S STUDIO - DAY. David's drama peaks—Bibiana's lies unravel as he pushes for her "cooking demo," haunted by his own stalled dreams. Argument ensues, ring in pocket heavy. [Cluttered studio, music posters mocking; escalating close-ups. Emotion: Superficial crack, bittersweet awakening.]
DAVID
(On a call) Bibi my Chioma, —Egusi soup dey hungry me, this is the third time I'm begging you to cook for me
BIBIANA
Soon, baby—trust me. Okay, I'd come.
He presses, insecurities flaring: "Like Davido ditched me?" Tension builds—foreshadows bar proposal. Extend: David plays old demo tape, vulnerability raw.
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SCENE 31
INT. DAVID'S KITCHEN - DAY. Bibiana panics on phone with crying Sophia, "chef" facade cracking. [Frantic kitchen chaos, props flying; split-screen call. Emotion: Fraudulent desperation, humor in mishap.]
BIBIANA
Sophia, please! I told him I was a chef. He wants Egusi. Order from Ikoyi—bring it!
SOPHIA (V.O.)
(Voice weak)
Bibi, I can't. Everything happening around me, Dad's injury, Tamuno brake up...
BIBIANA
And David will do same if he knows I'm fraud! Please—one thing.
David sneaks kiss; she "accidentally" bins crayfish. He offers to buy— she sends him to Obalende. Sophia arrives with pot, eyes swollen—close call as David returns. He eats, ecstatic.
DAVID
Wow. Baby, you are better than Chioma! Marry me. Seriously.
Kiss seals triumph—Bibiana's glint mischievous. Extend: Sophia's pained exit, hinting at growing rift.
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SCENE 32
INT. VICTOR'S OFFICE - DAY (FOLLOW-UP 2). Sophia reflects alone pre-appointment: "Victor's nice, but probably taken—keep it professional." Victor enters, deeper talk on affection's unexpected paths. [Soft light, journal entry voiceover; intimate dialogue angles. Emotion: Gradual meaning, emotional heal.]
SOPHIA (V.O.)
He's nice, but maybe too occupied...
DR. VICTOR
Affection hides in quiet places—like a follow-up that mends more than bone.
She smiles—respite grows.
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SCENE 33
EXT. WATERFRONT BAR - NIGHT. Buzzing with chatter, lagoon breeze. Double date: David/Bibiana, Sophia/new date (friendly buffer), Tamuno invited for mediation—tense civility. Femi enters, thunderous, greed from unpaid "extras" on edit fueling blackmail. [Vibrant wide establishing, handheld chaos buildup; multi-reaction shots. Emotion: Absurd climax, suspense peak.]
DAVID
(To Tamuno/Sophia)
Look, whatever happened, talk it out.
Bibiana spots Femi, excuses self. Intercepts at bar.
FEMI
(Hushed, angry) ""O dàbí pé were wa lo' ori e. Nibo ni gbogbo owó mi wà?"
I warned you severally to complete my money but you asked me to do my worse. That edit? My big break stolen before—you wan join scam scammer!
BIBIANA
Greedy pig. Do your worst.
He grabs arm; she throws cocktail. He slaps—bar quiets. Femi yells truth, pointing at Sophia. Gasps. Chaos: Femi lunges with knife. Gunshot—officer intervenes.
OFFICER
Police! Drop it! I'm ASP Desmond (flashing ID in one hand). You have a right to be silent as anything you say can and will be used against you.
Cuffs snap. Tamuno to Sophia, ashamed.
TAMUNO
BB, so it was you all along? (Embracing reality)
Sophia... I am so sorry.
SOPHIA
(Sobbing in disbelief) absurdity hangs, as the look of uncertainty on her face reflect. Bibiana led away. Extend: Siren blast at distance echoing—climax intensity.
TAMUNO
Sophia, now I know the truth... (Kneeling)
Marry me. Yes, I don't even have a ring but...
David numbly offers his to Tamuno— he holds her hand with the ring as Sophia drips with tears and reminiscing her experiences
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SCENE 34
INT. GYM - DAY (MONTAGE TEASER). Quick cuts: Sophia lifting a weight as Dr Victor helps her lift off the weight, rings on fingers—joy. Abu training humbly, respecting boundaries. David jamming alone, finding solo spark—growth.
FADE OUT.
SCENE 35
INT. VICTOR'S OFFICE - SIX MONTHS LATER - DAY. Golden light bathes tranquility. Victor and Sophia enter, entwined, laughing—redemption's symphony. Nurse Ada smiles from desk, her quiet joy complete. [Ethereal slow-mo entry, warm glow; whip pan to shadow. Emotion: Joy shattering to menace.]
DR. VICTOR
...and that's when I knew—true healing starts from within.
Sophia's laugh shatters—camera whips to BIBIANA, spectral, emaciated, fury ablaze behind the door.
DR. VICTOR
BIBIANA! How—?
BIBIANA
Doors can't bar agony sharper than knives. Doctor... fix me. Now.
She lunges, claws slashing—Sophia gasps, Victor shields. Bibiana yanks necklace-wrapped pipe (Sophia's gift, improvised club). Victor pleads.
DR. VICTOR
BIBIANA, no! Put it down—we can talk!
She freezes, reflection halting strike. Tremor shakes her.
BIBIANA
No! (Pipe clatters) That monster... that was me. But your letter—the one you both wrote in prison's depths—it shattered her. Courtesy of your words, she's gone. Buried. I'm... I'm free.
Tears cascade. Sophia steps forward, embraces. Victor joins—triad unbreakable. Sobs to laughter, cathartic.
DR. VICTOR
"Forgiveness is the fragrance that the violet sheds on the heel that has crushed it." If you're committed, we'll walk it together—toward wounds becoming wisdom, family its forever light.
[Energetic montage, saturated colors returning; uplifting music swell. Emotion: Balanced resolutions, hope.]
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SCENE 36
INT. AT PHARMACY CHINEDU'S HOUSE - DAWN. Group dines—Victor, Sophia, Bibiana, Uncle & Kike—bonds illuminated. Laughter rises like phoenix. Final reflection: Sophia's voiceover on dreams, demons conquered, echoing Dr Victor's words... [Sweeping crane shot over lagoon, golden dawn; slow fade on tear-streaked laughs. Emotion: Unbreakable light]
FADE TO BLACK.
THE END
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