INT. RICHMOND AFC - PARKING LOT - DAY
SINGLE CONTINUOUS TAKE: CAMERA follows HIGGINS in an unbroken tracking shot that will continue uninterrupted throughout the entire sequence, never cutting away from him.Â
HIGGINS hurries across the lot, clutching a folder of important papers to his chest. His glasses are slightly askew, tie flapping over his shoulder as he moves.Â
(to himself, checking watch)
Late, late, terribly late.
He reaches the entrance just as KEELEY emerges, arms loaded with shopping bags bearing the Richmond Women's logo. They collide.
Papers scatter everywhere. Shopping bags tumble.
Higgins scrambles to collect his papers as Keeley excitedly pulls out a jersey from one of her bags.
Look! The new kits finally arrived!Â
(distracted, gathering papers)
Stunning. Absolutely. Very... colorful. Sorry! Just need to get these to Rebecca.
He hurries off, leaving Keeley calling after him.
INT. RICHMOND AFC - GYM - CONTINUOUS
Higgins enters, still reorganizing his papers while walking. The gym is chaotic energy.
LISA runs intensely on a treadmill, focused and determined.
(to herself, rhythmic with her steps)
Faster. Stronger. Better. Faster. Stronger. Better.
CHLOE punches a boxing bag with ferocity. A handwritten sign taped to it reads: "WOMEN'S FOOTBALL = MEN'S FOOTBALL BUT SLOWER."
Bullshit! Bullshit! BULLSHIT!
In the corner, VERA performs a complex yoga pose while belting out "DespechĂĄ" at the top of her lungs.
BABY, NO ME LLAME' QUE YO ESTOY OCUPĂ' OLVIDANDO TUS MALE'
Higgins winces at the noise, drops more papers. Hastily picks them up. The cacophony of sounds grows overwhelming. Rushes toward the exit, clutching his now-disheveled folder.
INT. RICHMOND AFC - CORRIDOR - CONTINUOUS
Higgins emerges from the gym, catching his breath. From around the corner, ROY and IZZY approach, deep in heated discussion.
I booked the gym at 9 AM. It's in the fucking system.
And I have the email confirmation for the exact same time.
This is basic organization, Kent.
Don't "Kent" me. We've been over this. Let me guess - Higgins handled the scheduling?
As they approach, Higgins makes a strange choking soundâa cross between a hiccup and a gasp. He frantically looks for an escape and lunges for the nearest doorâthe boot roomâand slips inside just before they pass.
INT. RICHMOND AFC - BOOT ROOM - CONTINUOUS
Higgins presses his back against the door, sighing with relief. Then freezes.
BEARD stands in the center of the room, staring directly at him. He's completely normal âsame hat, same inscrutable expressionâ except for the bright pink hula hoop spinning around his waist.
A long, uncomfortable beat. The hula hoop keeps spinning. Beard's expression doesn't change.
Higgins backs out of the room, not breaking eye contact until the door closes.
INT. RICHMOND AFC - CORRIDOR - CONTINUOUS
Higgins hurries down the corridor, muttering to himself. He rounds the corner and nearly collides with JENNA, who's storming away from Rebecca's office. She brushes past without acknowledging Higgins, who presses himself against the wall to avoid another collision.
Higgins straightens his tie, takes a deep breath, and approaches Rebecca's office.
INT. RICHMOND AFC - REBECCA'S OFFICE - CONTINUOUS
Higgins enters. REBECCA sits at her desk, looking tired but composed. She glances up as he enters.
I have those papers you requested, Ms. Welton.
He places the now-crumpled, disorganized folder on her desk. Rebecca opens it, pulls out the contents:
She flips through the pages, her expression softening momentarily as she pauses on a form with "LASSO" clearly visible at the top.
(still catching his breath)Â
Do we have... a defibrillator... on the premises?Â
Higgins, if you die in my office, I'll dock your pay for the cleaning.Â
Suddenly feeling much better.