EXT. HOSPITAL – PARKING LOT – NIGHT
Max and Roy walk toward their car, the weight of the case heavy on their shoulders.
Max:
What the hell is going on?
Roy (tired):
No evidence again. No fingerprints. Nothing.
Like he never existed.
Max goes silent, deep in thought. The camera lingers on his face.
Max (voiceover, inner thought):
Will I ever catch him?
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[INT. DETECTIVES' OFFICE – NIGHT]
Max and Roy enter their investigation room. Max is visibly angry, pacing back and forth while Roy remains calm, seated at the desk.
Max (frustrated):
We've got nothing again! No prints, no leads—this guy's a damn ghost!
Roy (casual):
Hey... we forgot to read the note.
Max (annoyed):
You read it. I'm done.
Roy (smirking):
Okay then…
"Ronald is right in front of you."
Max scoffs.
Max:
What kind of garbage is that?
He turns toward Roy—then freezes. Roy is smiling in a way Max has never seen before.
Max (stammering):
Y-you?
Roy (standing slowly, stretching):
Bingo.
Max:
You're Ronald?
Roy (grinning wider):
Of course. You were getting way too close.
If I hadn't told you Ronald was the killer, you might've figured it out.
But I stayed one step ahead—like always.
Max (stepping back):
This isn't funny.
Roy (reaching into his bag):
Oh, it's not a joke. How about this?
He pulls out the same black hoodie seen in the hospital's CCTV footage.
Roy:
Want more?
He places a blood-stained knife on the table.
Roy:
Riya's. Still want to play dumb?
Max's face turns pale. He subtly reaches for his phone behind the desk, trying to call the police. But—
Roy (suddenly):
Ah-ah. No games.
He lunges forward, grabs the phone, smashes it on the ground, and hits Max over the head. Max falls unconscious.