Mira steps closer, face inches from Kara's.
MIRA (shouting) Truth doesn’t get us killed. It frees people.
MIRA (quiet) We don’t have time.
Kara pauses, looks back once.
Silence. Dawn floods the bridge. Eli watches both women, bewildered.
MIRA Safety? Or control?
MIRA We run across the top. Two minutes to the east stairwell—less exposed.
MIRA (soft) I’ll meet you at the bridge at dawn. Now go.
If you want a different length, tone (comedy, horror), or a formatted shooting script (scene numbers, camera directions), tell me which and I’ll produce it.
KARA I hope you’re right.