[Scene: Police station in Mexico. James leans against a wall, sipping coffee. A man enters.]
Marco:
"W'sup, my friend?"
James (frowns):
"...Who are you?"
Marco (smirking):
"Name's Marco. I'm in charge here. Figured I'd say hello."
James:
"And you called me friend because...?"
Marco (shrugs):
"For fun, man. Relax. I'm just here to help you out."
James (cold):
"Right. Let's get to the case then. No need for games."
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[Scene shifts to briefing room. James paces, folder in hand.]
James:
"So here's what we got. Victims found with smiles carved on their faces.
This guy leaves behind some messed-up art—turning them into clowns."
Marco (nods):
"Yeah. Locals started calling him The Joker."
James:
"Tell me—where do I find this Joker?"
Dr. Fredrick (from corner):
"I don't know exactly… but I'll say this:
He's a psychopath.
The kind that doesn't just kill—he plays. And he's dangerous, even for you."
James (stern):
"I saw the last body. Doesn't matter how twisted he is—he bleeds."
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[Sofia enters, holding a file.]
Sofia:
"James, I ran some facial residue tests.
There's something weird—"
James:
"Go on."
Sofia:
"He used a special cream. It reacts to body heat and eats the skin slowly.
Makes the face look like it's… smiling. Permanent."
James (quietly):
"Sick bastard. He's not killing. He's painting."