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GRETE HAALAND Stay safe! Don't be a hero. Elle gives Lauritz a hug. He draws an imaginary gun and fires. GRETE HAALAND (cont'd) No, Lauritz. Never, ever turn a weapon against a human. ELLE I'll pick him up in the afternoon. GRETE HAALAND Have a good day, Special Agent Elle- Margret Haaland. 34 EXT. POLICE SHOOTING RANGE - EVENING Elle watches Frode prepare for a shooting session in a booth. He takes off his tie, puts on hearing protection and security googles. Frode's hand shakes as he takes aim on the fake crime scene: a dark, war-torn, empty street with abandoned vehicles. Frode kicks a big GREEN BUTTON. BANG! BANG! Rapid incoming enemy fire sounds. Painted crockery pops up from the windows ahead of him. Each time Frode tries to shoot them, they disappear. The simulator declares him dead. Frode wipes the sweat from his forehead, reloads his gun and kicks the green button again. Now, the incoming fire is at a faster pace: red glowing tracer ammo lines through the shooting range’s dusty air. Elle smiles. She takes down a few painted ambushers to help Frode out, but-- The simulator declares him dead. Frode drops to the floor. He hyperventilates. Prays. Kicks the green button. Attacks from windows, cars, trees, roofs and even from behind. After ten seconds--
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