Larry will call Bethany, asking, “Why are you here?

When a woman asks strangers about you with your photo in her hand…
it’s not concern anymore.
It’s a warning.

EXT. APARTMENT BUILDING – EVENING

The crisp evening air settles around Larry as he steps out of his building. He takes a slow breath — a moment of calm.

Then he spots a young man lingering by the street, hands in his pockets, watching the sidewalk.

LARRY
(approaching, curious)
Hey. Did anyone happen to ask about me around here yesterday?

The young man jumps slightly, then nods.

YOUNG MAN
Uh… yeah. A woman. She had your picture with her. 📸

Larry’s brow lifts. Unease flickers across his expression.

LARRY
A woman? What did she look like?

YOUNG MAN
(thinking)
Long hair. Serious look. Real determined.
She kept asking where you go… who you meet.
Like she really wanted to find you. 🤨

Larry’s stomach drops. The name hits him like a jolt.

LARRY
(low, under his breath)
Bethany… 😳

He exhales sharply. Of course it was her.

PHONE CALL — MOMENTS LATER

Larry pulls out his phone. His fingers tremble, not with fear, but irritation. He dials.

BETHANY (V.O.)
(trying to sound calm)
Hello?

LARRY
Bethany… why were you here yesterday?
Why were you following me? 😤

Silence. Then Bethany’s voice cracks.

BETHANY (V.O.)
I… I just wanted to make sure you were okay… I was worried…

Larry pinches the bridge of his nose, frustration boiling.

LARRY
Worried? Or trying to control me? 🤯
Do you know what you’re doing to me?
My peace — my quiet — it’s being destroyed.
I can’t even breathe without feeling watched!

BETHANY (V.O.)
(sniffling)
I didn’t mean to— I just wanted—

LARRY
(sharper, controlled)
Bethany, stop.
You can’t keep doing this.
You can’t show up wherever I go, asking strangers about me.
That’s not care — that’s crossing boundaries. 🛑
You don’t get to take my freedom away! 😡

Bethany’s soft sobs echo through the line. 😢

THE BREAKDOWN

BETHANY (V.O.)
(whispering, broken)
I’m sorry… I’m so sorry… I didn’t mean to…
I just—

LARRY
(softening slightly)
I know you care.
But this isn’t love. It’s obsession.
And it’s hurting both of us. 😔

Bethany breathes shakily, trying to steady herself.

BETHANY (V.O.)
I just didn’t want to lose you…
I thought if I made sure you were always okay…

LARRY
gentler
Bethany, you can’t protect me from everything.
Not from life, not from myself.
I need space. Peace.
Moments where I’m not looking over my shoulder.

More quiet sniffles. She’s listening now — truly listening.