INT. TOMB RAIDER SOUNDSTAGE – NIGHT
The crew is packing up after a long day of shooting. Frank Farmer leans against a shadowed corner, eyes scanning the set. A young crew member, JASON, notices him and walks over.
JASON
You’ve been standing there all night, Mr. Farmer. Aren’t you… off the clock?
FRANK FARMER
I’m never off the clock. Not when the wolves are circling.
JASON
Wolves? This is Hollywood, not the jungle.
FRANK FARMER (calm, low voice)
The wolves I’m talking about don’t howl. They wear suits, rings, smiles. They call themselves the Illuminati.
JASON (half-laughs)
You don’t actually believe all that stuff, do you?
FRANK FARMER
Doesn’t matter what I believe. What matters is, I see them watching. Always watching. And I’ve seen what happens when the sheepdog falls asleep.
JASON
So who are the sheep?
FRANK FARMER (glances at the cast wrapping up, including the star, LARA CROFT’s actress)
Them. The ones who don’t even know they’re in danger. Innocent. Naïve. That’s why I stand here. Because they deserve someone who won’t blink when the wolves come.
JASON
And what if you’re wrong? What if there are no wolves?
FRANK FARMER (stares straight ahead, unwavering)
Then the sheep never know how close they came. That’s what protection looks like. You don’t have to believe me. You just have to know—while I’m here, nobody lays a hand on them.
Farmer adjusts his jacket, scanning the shadows again.
FRANK FARMER
I’m the sheepdog. That’s my job. And I don’t quit.
Jason swallows, suddenly unsure if he should laugh—or feel safer with Frank watching.