Max (to himself):
He entered the washroom… but never came out?
(Roy returns holding a document.)
Roy:
Sir, these are the details the hospital has on him.
Max (reading):
Name: Vincent.
Age: 30.
(scoffs)
Oh, come on.
How could I miss that?
Roy:
What? What is it?
Max:
These details are fake.
Of course, a killer wouldn't register with a real ID.
Roy:
You're probably right.
But how did you know it's fake so quickly?
Max:
Look at his clothes.
An average 30-year-old man doesn't dress like that.
(pauses)
And more importantly —
What was he doing in the cabin of a cancer specialist without any hesitation?
Roy (grinning):
Hey, are you craving coffee too?
Max (sighs):
Really?
Well... yeah. Bring me one too.
Roy:
Okay. On it.
(He walks off casually. A few moments later —)
THUMP.
A loud crash echoes through the building.
People begin to scream in panic.
Nurse (shouting):
Get the stretcher!
Someone just fell from the third floor!
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Max (alert):
What!?
(He runs toward the source of the commotion.)
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EXT. HOSPITAL GROUNDS – MOMENTS LATER
A ward boy lies motionless on the pavement.
His wrist is slit, and something is stuffed in his mouth — a folded piece of paper.
Max bends down and removes it.
Written in red, smudged ink — or maybe blood:
"You didn't guess on time."
Max (furious):
Shit...
(Roy comes rushing from the other side, breathing heavy.)
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Roy:
I heard—
(then sees the body)
Oh… damn.
Max (grim):
He's not just a killer.
He's a mastermind.
Roy (looking around nervously):
Wait… does this mean he's still here?
Max:
Yes.
You stay here — watch for anyone suspicious.
I'm heading to the CCTV room.
(He starts walking off, then pauses.)
Max (suspicious):
By the way... where's the coffee?
Roy (quickly):
I was in the queue when I heard the scream.
I dropped everything and ran here.
Max (nods):
Alright. Go.
(They split — Roy stays behind, and Max heads off.)
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Max (to himself, intense):
He's challenging me now.
And I love a challenge.
You'll be standing in front of me soon...
A lone shadowy figure stands silently on the upper parking platform — not visible to Max or anyone at the scene.
The wind brushes past as the figure watches Max walk away from a distance.
VOICE (low, calm, chilling):
"Of course… as you wish."
The shadow turns slowly… and disappears into the deeper darkness of the structure.
Max (frustrated, staring at the screen):
Come on… I can't be seeing the same figure again.
(He leans in, rewinding footage)
Was it a different person?
No… that note rules that out.
(He bites his nails, then dials Roy.)
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CUT TO: HALLWAY – ROY ON CALL
Roy (tired):
Sir, no one seems suspicious.
Actually, everyone who passed by had medicine or reports in hand.
Max:
Did you check the reports?
Roy:
Yeah.
I'm starting to feel like a ticket collector guy, not a detective.
Max:
Okay… are you hungry?
Roy:
Of course.
I left my breakfast midway — and didn't even get that coffee.
Max:
Alright. Let's take a break.
Roy (relieved):
Finally.