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INT. DIVE SHED - DUSK
−Wetsuits drip from a sagging line. A work lamp hums over the bench.
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−MARA pins three photographs to the corkboard: a hold door wedged half open. A chain, cut clean. A crate stencil eaten by rust.
+Wetsuits drip from a sagging line.
−She steps back and reads them like a tide table.
+MARA pins three photographs to the corkboard: a hold door, a chain cut clean, a crate stencil eaten by rust.
MARA
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So what needed a hold that size?
−She taps the third photograph.
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−MARA
−Crates. Unlisted. Somebody paid
−to forget them.
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−The door scrapes. TEO stands in the doorway, half out of his wetsuit, a thermos in one hand.
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−TEO
−You're talking to a corkboard.
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−MARA
−The corkboard answers straight.
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−TEO
−(eyes on the photographs)
−Did you log it?
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−MARA
−Not yet.
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−TEO
−Mara. Did you log it.
+She circles the stencil with a grease pencil.
MARA
−Not yet.
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−Teo studies the photographs from the doorway. He does not come in.
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−TEO
−Then it isn't real yet. Keep it
−that way one more day.
+Crates. Unlisted.
−He goes. Mara stays where she is — and the photographs stay on the corkboard.
+The work lamp gutters. She keeps looking.
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