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Elle's detective instincts kick in. She grabs her phone, photographs the markings and records spoken observations. ELLE My head aches. I had a blackout last night at the party. Some kind of knock-out dope? I'm not sure what happened after that. And my body is badly bitten by insects. Elle tests her movement range, then calls Frode. FRODE BUSCH (0.S)
Sorry, I can't take your call right now. Please leave a message after the tone.
BEEP!
ELLE You fucking traitor! You sent me on a suicide mission. But I'm still alive, and I'll bloody kill you when I find you.
END ACT 4
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