FATAL INTERROGATION

In a stark interrogation room, a nervous suspect sits as the confident officer enters, placing papers on the table. Standing with hands on hips and legs apart, she sternly questions him: "Do you know why you're here? I hope you've made up your mind." He denies knowledge, annoying her. She sits on the table's edge, leaning close with an ironic smile: "I don't have all day. Tell me where he is—it'll help you." Embarrassed, he glances away but reveals the location: "Southern district, building 22." Delighted, she smiles, pats his shoulder: "Good decision. I'll note your cooperation." He warns, "He's insane—you don't know what you're doing." She laughs it off: "My job would be boring without this. Bye!" and leaves elegantly.

In the second act, at a dimly lit location, she draws her gun, searching cautiously with focused intensity. A brief shootout ensues; she hides and fires back. Suddenly struck in the chest, her face shifts to shock and fear. She cries out, falls on her back, and succumbs in agony. The film closes with poignant shots of her still form, marked by injury and torn clothing, subtitles enhancing the drama.