She places a knee on the bed, hands on his shoulders.
ADDISON
(challenging, breathy):
"And what stage is that, huh? The one where you pull the strings while I play the doll?"
He grins — not denying it. His hands trail up her arms, his voice dropping to a whisper.
RATZIK:
"The one where everyone watches... and I make sure they never look away."
"Baby, you could have it all... the cars, the clothes, the jewels..."
The lyrics pulse in time with her breathing.
Ratzik's hand slides along her waist, gripping the silk cord. He whispers against her ear — words meant to melt resistance.
RATZIK:
"You're gonna have it all, you hear me?
Anything you see, anything you want —
All of it."
Addison's eyes flicker — something vulnerable cutting through her practiced calm.
ADDISON:
"Including you?"
RATZIK:
"Including me."
ADDISON:
"You always know what to say."
RATZIK:
"That's why you love me, right?"
She freezes — then, quiet, almost like a confession:
ADDISON:
"...Yeah. I do."
Ratzik's grin deepens. He doesn't say it back — instead, his thumb brushes her bottom lip, voice barely a murmur.
RATZIK:
"Say it again."
ADDISON
(slightly trembling, caught in it):
"I love you."
He chuckles — dark, satisfied.
RATZIK:
"Yeah... you do."
As the song's echoing verse builds —
"Promise me you won't regret me like the tattoos on my skin..."
— Ratzik pulls her in closer, kissing her deeply.
The city glows beyond the glass like a world that doesn't exist.
Camera pans upward — light flickering between gold and blue.
As the song's echoing verse builds —
"Baby, you could be a star..."
[EXT. CITY EVENT — NIGHT]
The streetlights cast soft halos over the crowded plaza outside an upscale club. A low murmur of music and laughter filters through the glass doors — the after-hours hum of Hollywood.
Lisa steps out of her Uber, hood up, sleek leather jacket over a short black dress.
Her phone glows faintly in her hand — Sean's last text still on screen:
SEAN:
<(Come outside — you'll see me.)
She exhales, scanning the crowd, then spots him —
Sean Winters. Effortlessly magnetic. A whiskey in hand, shirt slightly unbuttoned, that playboy grin that's gotten a thousand yeses.
He turns, catches her in his periphery, and smiles — slow and sure.
SEAN
(voice low, teasing):
"Well, well... look who decided to risk her PR image tonight."
LISA
(smiling, arms crossed):
"I didn't come for you. I came for... the air."
SEAN
(chuckling):
"Air that just happens to be where I'm standing. Convenient."
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Ep 21 - Off-Script and On-Site (Pt 1)
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