Rey: You—you know my name!?
Damian: Of course I do, Rey. But I think now you should talk to Ella.
Rey: No! Who wants to talk to her when I can talk to you! (scared he'll hang up)
Ella: Oh, so he's more important than me? (the phone is on speaker)
Rey: I talk to you every day. Please, Ella, can you ask him for a video call? Please!
Ella: Ugh… well, I'll be coming late anyway, so you should sleep.
Rey: Ella, pleeease! A video call!
(Ella looks at Damian. He agrees easily. Rey instantly takes a hundred screenshots of Damian on the screen, beaming.)
Damian: Happy now?
Rey: Yes! A lot! Thank you, Damian—you're the best!
Ella: Now will you let him give me back my phone? (poking from behind)
Rey: Okay, fine. Bye, Damian. Thank you!
(hangs up)
Ella: I gave you the phone to stop her from shouting at me, not to entertain her for a whole hour!
Damian: Isn't she your bestie?
Ella: Yeah, she is—that's why I gave her to you. But now my phone's battery is almost dead!
Damian: Don't worry, use mine. (offers his expensive phone)
Ella: No way. I won't even be able to pay back 2% of it if I broke it. (hesitating)
Damian: Why would you break it? And if you do, I'll just buy another.
Ella: Yeah, for you the saying works—money grows on trees. (relaxing)
Damian: No, it doesn't. It grows in my bank. (laughing, Ella gives him a sarcastic look)
Ella: Okay fine, I admit it—I'm poor.
Damian: You're not. I was just joking.
Ella: Come on, let's go to grandma now.
Damian: Yes.
Ella: Uh, well… you have an interview and shoot tomorrow. Why don't you go home and get some rest?
Damian: No, it's fine. (wears his mask and cap as they walk)
Ella: It's not.
Damian: Then you come too. You also have to work tomorrow. (leans closer, speaking near her ear)
Ella: Why won't you give me leave for tomorrow?
Damian: Because I don't get any.
Ella: How rude! (they continue walking into the hospital)
[Inside Grandma's hospital room – Midnight]
A nurse is checking Grandma's glucose and vitals. Grandma keeps her eyes closed, pretending to be asleep.
Ella: Looks like she's asleep. You go, I'll stay here.
Damian: Are you sure I can do that?
Ella: You know it's more dangerous for you than me. Just one slip of your mask, and this hospital will turn into a mental hospital.
Grandma: You both go.
Damian: You were awake? (both turn toward her—she's still lying down with her eyes closed)
Ella: Then who will take care of you?
Grandma: Look at her—it's her duty to take care of me. (points at nurse) And the best part is, she doesn't talk as much as you two.