INT. DOCTOR’S OFFICE, ST. NICHOLAS HOSPITAL - CONTINUOUS
Pan across a well-appointed office. A traditional oil-painting is planted on the beautiful surface of a long wooden cabinet behind a brown fabric sofa, next to a white writing board.
Far into the office is a black leather executive chair behind a desk, where the doctor is seated before Femi, who is seated on the other side of the desk. Close on Femi’s face as he speaks into his phone:
FEMI
Yes, I don finish. I dey with the doctor now. Oga call me dey ask of you.
TEGA (O.S.) (telephone voice)
Wetin you tell am?
FEMI
I tell am say I never see you. Say you go still dey station.
The doctor looks on politely.
TEGA (O.S.) (telephone voice)
Guy you fuck up. I tell Kunle make him tell DPO say I dey come hospital. Chai, you don fuck up.
FEMI
How I go know when you no tell me?
The call is disconnected. Femi drops his phone from his ear and stares at the phone’s screen, which reads: “CALL SUMMARY: 00:00:59”.
FEMI (CONT’D) (hisses; re: Tega)
This boy cut call for my ear sha. Na me do you?
FEMI (CONT’D)
Sorry about that, sir. That was my partner.
DOCTOR
It’s alright.
FEMI (O.S.)
Let’s exchange cards so we could keep in touch.