unfazed

🎬 Scene: High-Security Room – Day

[Martin sits quietly in the reinforced glass room, restrained by a thick security jacket. His arms are bound tight to his torso. A light flickers above. He's seated, staring at a small book on the table, flipping a page with his tongue slowly.]

The door opens. James and Lucas watch from behind the observation wall. A new visitor enters — a tall, confident man in a black suit: Joshua.

Martin doesn't even look up.

Joshua (cheerful):

"Martin. I've heard a lot about you."

Martin (still flipping the page):

"I see."

Joshua (approaches the glass wall):

"My name is Joshua. I'm here with an offer."

Martin finally looks up — eyes calm, but unreadable.

Martin:

"And you've come all this way… wearing perfume and pretending not to be afraid."

Joshua (grins):

"Why would I be afraid? I'm not here to fight. I'm here to buy. You."

Martin (leans back slightly):

"Buy?"

Joshua:

"Ten million dollars. Or more, if needed. We'll transfer you to a private location. You'll have space to think, work, read — everything you love. My client believes you still have… value."

[A pause. Martin just smiles. Calm. Controlled.]

Martin:

"I see."

Joshua:

"Good. So—"

Martin (interrupts softly):

"You talk too much."

Joshua:

"...Excuse me?"

Martin (smiling faintly):

"You said you're here to buy me. But what I see is a duck in a suit, thinking he's a lion."

Joshua:

"That's not—"

Martin (still smiling):

"If you come close again, I won't say no to ripping your face off with my teeth."

[Joshua hesitates. The smile drops from his face.]

Lucas (watching, whispers):

"Yep. That's the real Martin."

Joshua:

"I came here out of respect. You could've taken this better."

Martin:

"You came here to leash a monster and pretend you're in control. The truth is… you smell like money, and death, and no soul. So I smiled."

Joshua (tight jaw):

"You're turning down ten million?"

Martin (grinning wider):

"I'm turning down you."

[Martin lowers his gaze, casually returning to the book.]

Martin:

"Go sell your deal to a corpse. Maybe they'll listen."

[Joshua looks at Lucas and James through the glass. No one speaks. He turns and walks out.]

Martin (as door closes):

"Don't forget to lock the door on your way out."

Ends