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One continuous shot, no cuts, 15 seconds. Three people in a small kitchen. The tall older man with silver hair and dark overcoat is in the doorway. The dark-haired young woman in black is at the counter holding a mug. The dark-haired younger man in the dark t-shirt is seated at the table with a beer. Seconds 1-3: the tall silver-haired man in the overcoat begins walking forward from the doorway into the kitchen, slow and deliberate. He speaks as he walks, his voice warm and polite. THE SILVER-HAIRED MAN says: "I was passing through. Thought I'd check how you're settling in." The woman at the counter lowers her mug, watching him silently. The seated man shifts but stays seated. Camera holds wide then begins tracking backward as the silver-haired man approaches. Seconds 4-6: the silver-haired man walks between the woman and the seated man, passing through their space. He brushes past the woman — she pulls back. He trails his fingers across the table as he passes the seated man. He reaches the camera in medium close-up. THE SILVER-HAIRED MAN looks at the woman and says: "I see you've made a friend." His smile thins on the last word. Camera begins orbiting counter-clockwise around him. Seconds 7-9: camera orbits around the silver-haired man as he turns his head to look back at them over his shoulder. The orbit reveals the woman and the seated man behind him, both staring at him. THE SILVER-HAIRED MAN says over his shoulder toward them: "Whatever this is — it ends tonight. For your sake. Both of you." Camera settles behind him, his dark silhouette foreground, the couple framed in kitchen light. Seconds 10-12: the younger man in the dark t-shirt shoves his chair back and stands — the scrape cuts through the room. Camera pushes forward past the silver-haired man's shoulder toward the younger man. THE YOUNGER MAN IN THE T-SHIRT says, low and steady, standing: "Then you'd better explain why. Because I'm not going anywhere." His jaw is locked. His fists are loose at his sides. Seconds 13-15: the dark-haired woman moves — bare feet fast on tile. She steps between the two men. Her hand presses flat against the younger man's chest. She faces the silver-haired man. THE WOMAN says, sharp and final: "Say what you came to say. Or get out of my house." Silence. Nobody moves. Her fingers curl into the younger man's shirt. The overhead bulb hums. Hold. AUDIO: leather shoes on tile for the silver-haired man's walk. Mug on counter. Chair scraping as the younger man stands. Bare feet on tile for the woman. Palm pressing on fabric. Car engine ticking outside the open door. Wind and fog. Bulb buzzing. Breathing in the silence. No music. Diegetic only.