INT.

LOCAL BETTING SHOP - EVENING

Tunde, a weary man in his late 30s, sits at a cluttered table in

a betting shop. His gaze is fixated on the TV screen displaying a
live virtual horse race. A mixture of excitement and anxiety is
seen on his face as he clutches his betting slip, checking it
nervously. Suddenly, he bursts out in frustration.

TUNDE
( Defeated )
Ohhh, this 2 and 5
Nah just rubbish!

Player 1, sitting nearby, shouts in agreement.

Player 1
Guy, i swear dem
just too slow.

TUNDE
( Angry )
Run! Run! Run, you
useless horses!

Tunde loses the bet, his frustration mounting. He clenches the

slip tightly and angrily slams his hand on the table, while other
gamblers around him celebrate their wins.

TUNDE
( Defeated )
Which kind game I go
play like This..

YAYA
Guy, sheybe i tell you no
Carry 2 and 5. You no dey
Hear.Dem don too chop you
Today ooo.You better go
Rest before you go waka
go house naked because
of this game, because I
sabi you wella, you fit
use anything gamble

Tunde scratches his head, reaches into his pocket, and retrieves
his last bit of money, determined to try again.
TUNDE
 No, I won't give up.
I go try my luck again
This time, I go carry
Better game.

CUTS:

INT. LOCAL BETTING SHOP - COUNTER - EVENING

Confidently, Tunde approaches the counter and places another bet

with the CASHIER.

CASHIER
You want to play again?

Tunde nods with determination and gives him the money.

TUNDE
( Confidently )
Yes, I believe I
can turn things
around this
time.

Tunde points at the computer screen on the counter, calling out

the numbers he wants to play.

TUNDE Play me number 1,9,

and 15.

The cashier inputs the numbers, prints out a new slip, and hands
it to Tunde.
CASHIER Oya
nah take, the game
will soon start,baba
if you chop sha no
forget your boy.
CUTS:

INT.LOCAL BETTING SHOP - SEAT - EVENING

Tunde nods, a glimmer of hope in his eyes, and returns to his

seat. He clings to the edge of his chair, unable to tear his gaze
away from the TV screen as the game starts.

As the game intensifies, Tunde's heart races with anticipation.

But as the minutes tick by, his optimism begins to wane as the
game ends in defeat for him.
 Tunde
( Defeated )
Ahhhh, Nawa oo
Today is just a
Waste. Not a even
A single win.

Tunde's face falls, his enthusiasm replaced by disappointment, he

squeezes the betting slip.
CUTS:
INT.LOCAL BETTING SHOP - EVENING

Tunde stands up from the cluttered table, his face reflecting

deep sadness.

EXT. OUTSIDE THE BETTING SHOP/ROAD - EVENING

He exits the betting shop with his friend Yaya, and they walk
home together.

YAYA
( Concerned )
Omo, Tunde, Today is not your
lucky day at all Dem just chop
all your money like that.

Tunde lets out a heavy sigh, shoulders slumped.

TUNDE
( Sadly )
Guy, i feel terrible right now
Like, I did not win a single bet
Omo nah big mess up today.

Tunde shakes his head, his disappointment evident.

TUNDE I swear,
I should not have
played those
numbers.

YAYA
( Comforting )
Omo, that one don go sha
We move.
TUNDE
 Yes o, we move.

They continue walking along the dimly lit street, their footsteps
echoing in the quiet evening.

CUTS:
INT. TUNDE'S HOUSE - LIVING ROOM - NIGHT

Tunde enters the living room, his expressions still heavy with
disappointment. Suddenly, he is taken aback by the sound of loud
weeping. Tunde's sister, SHADE, is sitting on the couch, tears
streaming down her face.

TUNDE
( worried ) Shade,
what's wrong? Why
are you crying?

Shade, struggling to speak through her tears, manages to reveal

the distressing news.

SHADE
( sobbing ) Tunde, it's
Dad... His health
Is getting worse, I am scared.

Tunde's face turns pale, shock and concern washing over him, he
rushes into the room to see him.

INT.TUNDE’S FATHER ROOM - NIGHT

Tunde enters his father’s dimly lit bedroom, where he lies weakly
on the bed, surrounded by a bowl of local herbs. Tunde approaches
his father's side gripping his hand tightly.

TUNDE
( teary-eyed ) Dad,
I'm here. I promise you, we're
going to find a way to afford
the treatment you need. You
have to hold on.

His father's voice is feeble, barely audible.

FATHER
 (struggling to speak as he
points to his wardrobe )
Tunde... open my wardrobe…

Tunde's father Coughs weakly!!

FATHER CONT’D You

will…. See a brown card….. my
savings card...

TUNDE
Okay Sir, what do
you need it for?

FATHER
Take it to Mr Obinna… tomorrow morning
his address is on it I saved my pension
money With him. He continues to cough
weakly.

TUNDE
SOrry baba

FATHER CONT’D
collect the money with
Him and buy some drugs.

TUNDE
( Surprised )
Pension money...

Tunde stands and opens the wardrop and brings out the savings
card and sits beside his father as Shade holds his hands.

TUNDE CONT’D
( nodding )
Baba, Just hold on, please.
I will do as you instructs
First thing tomorrow morning.

Tunde and Shade holds their father firmly as he lies weakly on

his bed
CUTS TO:
EXT.MR. OBINNA'S HOUSE - DOOR- MORNING
Tunde arrives at Mr. Obinna's house and nervously knocks on the
door. Mr. Obinna opens the door, surprised to see Tunde at this
early hour.

MR. OBINNA Young

man, what brings you here so
early? Is everything
alright?

TUNDE
Good morning, sir I apologize for
the early visit, I really need to
talk to you about something
urgent.My father sent me to you.

MR. OBINNA
( Surprised )
Ohhhh Okay.
But,who is Your
father?

TUNDE
Mr Salami, the man That stays
at no 5 moshalshi street INT.MR. OBINNA'S LIVING
ROOM MORNING - CONT’D

Mr. Obinna ushers Tunde inside and asked him to sit down in the
living room.

MR. OBINNA
Alright, Tunde.
What's the matter?

TUNDE
Sir, it's about my father.
He is sick, and we can't
afford the full cost for
His treatment. So, he sent
me here to help him
collect his savings with
you.

Tunde hands over the savings card to Mr. Obinna.

TUNDE
 Here is the card he gave
to me to show you.
Mr Obinna collects the card and takes a deep breath, ponders for
a moment, looking at Tunde empathetically.

MR. OBINNA CONT’D Tunde, I

understand the gravity of your
situation. But i can’t just give the
money, what if you are lying about
everything you said. You know
children of nowadays can do anything
to get money.

TUNDE
( Convincingly )
Sir, I am not lying,
he is very sick and
he needs
money.that’s Why he
sent me here.

Mr Obinna reluctantly believes him.

Mr OBINNA CONT’D
Okay if you Say so, and if you
are lying it’s left to you.
Give me few minutes i will be
back.

Mr Obinna enters his room, Tunde's face brightens with gratitude,

relieved that Mr. Obinna is willing to help.

TUNDE CONT’D
Thank you, Sir.
Mr. Obinna comes out counting some money and hands it over to
Tunde with an envelope .

MR. OBINNA CONT’D Tunde, Here is it,

50 ,000, that’s the only savings with me.
Make sure you take care of your father.

TUNDE
( Happy )
Thank you so much,
Mr. Obinna. I will
Tunde leaves Mr Obinna house, he carefully places the money in an
envelope and heads home.
CUTS TO:

INT.BUS - DAY-CONT’D

Tunde, holding the envelope with money in his hands, steps onto a
crowded bus. He finds a seat near the window and takes a deep
breath, hoping for a moment of solace. He plugs in his earphones,
attempting to drown his thoughts with music.

His face scrunches in discomfort as the loud betting

advertisement blares through his earphones. He quickly reaches
for his phone and switches radio stations, hoping for a more
peaceful distraction.

RADIO ANNOUNCER 1 ( V.O. )

(over the radio) Get
ready for the ultimate
betting experience! Win
big placing a bet on
special
lottery offer, Visit our nearest
shop to get started.

Tunde's brows furrow deeper as he stumbles upon yet another

advertisement for the same betting game. He glances out the
window, trying to regain his focus.

RADIO ANNOUNCER 2 ( V.O. )

(over the radio)
Attention oo I bring to you
ogonbge game, Play and win
big,all you need to do bet
on special lottery
offer.Don't miss out on the
excitement and incredible
winnings!

Tunde's inner conflict intensifies. He carefully looks at the

envelope filled with money, contemplating whether to risk it all
on a bet. The temptation to chase a potential win gnaws at him.

TUNDE’S THOUGHT 1 Abi,

i should stake this
money,if i do i will
 Double the money with me
in fact, Triple it.
Suddenly, he remembers the purpose of the funds – to save his
father's life. Determination fills his eyes as he resists the
temptation.

TUNDE’S THOUGHT 2
No ooo, don't do
it
If I do baba might die.

Tunde removes his earphones, disconnecting from the distracting

advertisements. With determination, he reaffirms his decision to
protect the money's intended purpose. Gazing out the window, he
finds solace in his strength to resist gambling with the money.

CUTS TO:

INT.BUS STOP - DAY - CONT’D

Tunde steps off the bus, feeling a mix of exhaustion and

anticipation. He reaches into his pocket to check his phone, it
begins to ring. He answers, and his friend YAYA voice comes
through excitedly.

INTERCUT- PHONE CONVERSATION

YAYA Hey,
Tunde! You won't
believe it! Sure,
games dey tonight!

Tunde's sighs deeply and keeps mute

YAYA CONT’D Guy

you are not saying
anything.The potential
winnings for this Game
choke gan. I think you
Should give it a shot.
Sporty don chop me I for
play am nah why I say make
I give you the update, but
me I go still find money to
play am.

Tunde's face falls slightly as reality sets in.He now thought

more of how much he can get just playing this game.
 TUNDE CONT’D
( Softly ) Guy,i
wish I could, but p man is
sick and money no dey the
only money with me now is for
drugs and his treatment.

Yaya's voice is filled with enthusiasm and persuasion.

YAYA
( Persuasive ) but guy
this game sure oo, why you
no use the money wey dey
your hand.if the game come
go double o, in fact
triple seff and it will
more than enough for his
treatment

Tunde's gaze shifts as he contemplates Yaya's words. The

temptation lingers, but his determination remains resolute.

TUNDE I
understand what you're
saying, But right now, my
priority is my father's
treatment. I can't afford
to risk the little money
with on a bet.

Yaya's tone softens, understanding his friend's predicament.

YAYA CONT’D
Oya nah no wahala
make me i go find
money play.

TUNDE
Okay.

Tunde continues his walk home.

CUTS TO:
EXT. TUNDE'S NEIGHBORHOOD - DAY-CONT’D
Tunde walks down a crowded street, his mind consumed with
thoughts of the game and the tempting possibility of doubling his
money if he wins and the consequences if he loses.

TUNDE’S THOUGHT ( V.O. )

Come on, Tunde. Just
Play this bet. Imagine
What you could do with
that money.

Tunde continues walking home.

TUNDE CONT’D
(whispering to himself) But what
about Baba's treatment? I'm
responsible for that. I can't
risk everything in a game.

TUNDE’S THOUGHT ( V.O. )

Forget that one
Think of the possibilities,
Tunde. This could be your
chance to change everything.

Tunde's eyes dart between the direction of the gambling shop and
the path leading to his home, he contemplates on what to do.

TUNDE’S THOUGHT
Should I do this?

TUNDE’S THOUGHT
Yes, do it. Today
Might be your lucky day

TUNDE’S THOUGHT
No, don't do it.

After a brief moment of contemplation, Tunde makes a firm

decision. With a resolute expression, he turns around, determined
to take his chances at the gambling shop.
TUNDE CONT’D
( sighs )
Alright. Let me do this.
All die nah die.
Tunde heads to the gambling shop to place a bet with his father’s
money.

CUTS TO:

INT.BETTING SHOP - DAY - CONT’D

Tunde enters the bustling betting shop, the sound of excited
chatter and the glow of screens surrounding him. He approaches
the counter with a sense of determination and exchanges a few
words with the CASHIER.

TUNDE
( Confidently )
How far? I wan play
Today’s sure game.The
lottery special offer.

CASHIER
( Receptive )
Sure thing. Good luck!

Tunde carefully calls out his numbers, as the cashier puts it on

the system and prints out a slip and gives it to Tunde.

TUNDE
2345 BYT

Cahier inputs the numbers, prints the slip and gives it to Tunde

TUNDE ( Smiling )
Thank you. I'll hold onto this.

Tunde leaves the betting shop.

CUTS TO:
INT.BETTING SHOP DOOR - DAY - CONT’D

As Tunde leaves the betting shop, a glimmer of hope shines in his

eyes. He tucks the slip into a corner of his wallet.

Tunde
Omo, God abeg make
This game come oo
EXT.STREET - DAY - CONT’D
As he walks down the street, he reaches into his pocket to
retrieve something. In his momentary distraction, his wallet
slips from his grasp, falling to the ground unnoticed.

CUTS TO:

INT. TUNDE'S LIVING ROOM - DAY- CONT’D

Tunde enters the living room to find his sick father,lying in

bed, weak and frail. Concern fills Tunde's eyes as he approaches
him.

TUNDE (trying to sound

cheerful)
Hey, Baba. How are you feeling today?

BABA
( weakly ) I'm
not doing well, my son. Did
you see Mr Obinna?

Tunde hesitates for a moment, contemplating whether to tell the

truth or not.

TUNDE CONT’D
( fibbing )
No, Baba. I didn't meet
Mr. Obinna at home. But
don't worry, I'll check
on him later for sure.

Baba nods, looking slightly disappointed but too weak to press

further. Tunde forces a smile, attempting to hide his inner
turmoil.
CUTS TO:

INT.TUNDE'S BEDROOM - DAY - CONT’D

Tunde enters his bedroom, his heart pounding with panic. He

reaches for his pocket and realizes that the wallet is missing,
and his face turns pale.

TUNDE
(whispering to himself)
No, no! Ahhhh
 Where is my wallet?

His face turns pale as he paces around trying to think.

TUNDE
( Sad ) I am
dead, if i can't find
this wallet.

Tunde takes a deep breath

TUNDE CONT’D But When
i left the shop i headed
home straight
I didn't go anywhere.

Tunde continues to think and decides to go to the betting shop.

EXT. BETTING SHOP - DAY- CONT’D

Tunde storms out of the house and rushes back to the betting
shop, his eyes filled with desperation.

EXT.BETTING SHOP- DAY- CONT’D

He approaches the counter, addressing the CASHIER.

TUNDE
( desperately ) Alaye, shey
you help me see any wallet for here. I think I must
have left it somewhere here .
The people at the shop turn to Tunde, smirking and exchanging
mocking glances.
GAMBLER 1
( laughing )
Lost your wallet,
huh? Sope Otilor.

Other gamblers burst into laughter.

CASHIER
I no see any wallet oo

Tunde's face flushes with embarrassment and frustration. He hangs

his head low, feeling utterly disheartened.

TUNDE
( defeated )
 Ahhhh, omo mess up

Tunde leaves the betting shop, his spirit crushed, convinced that
he has lost the wallet and walks home.
CUTS TO:

EXT. FRONT OF THE BETTING SHOP- DAY- CONT’D

Tunde walks out of the shop, just at the front of the shop he
spots two teenage street boys, SAMMY and CHIDI, playing with his
wallet. Panic sets in as Tunde realizes the ticket is in
danger.he walks towards them.

Tunde
( desperately )
Hey! That's my wallet!
Give it to me!

Sammy and Chidi exchange mischievous glances, unaware of the

ticket concealed within the wallet. They laugh and taunt Tunde,
refusing to return his belongings.

SAMMY
( Mockingly )
That's my wallet give
It to me. Yen yen Come
collect am nah.

Tunde ( pleadingly )
Please, I need that wallet.
It's very important to me.
Just give it back.

Sammy smirks and steps back, playfully tossing the wallet between
them. Tunde's desperation turns into determination.
TUNDE CONT’D
( firmly )
Enough is enough. I need to
get my wallet back, weytin
dey do you nah.

Tunde lunges forward, attempting to snatch the wallet from their

hands. The boys resist, pushing him away and sprinting off into
the crowded streets. Tunde, fueled by a mix of anger and
determination, gives chase.
CUTS TO:
EXT. CONGESTED MARKET - DAY- CONT’D

Tunde navigates through a bustling market, maneuvering past

vendors, shoppers, and the chaotic maze of stalls. He frantically
searches for glimpses of the fleeing boys.

TUNDE
(out of breath)
Wait! Stop! Give me
back my wallet!

People in the market look on, bewildered by the chase unfolding

before them. Tunde pushes forward, dodging crates and carts,
determined to catch up to the boys.

CUTS TO:

EXT. LAGOS TRAFFIC - DAY-CONT’D

The pursuit leads Tunde into the chaos of Lagos traffic. He darts
between moving vehicles, narrowly avoiding collisions. Horns
blare as drivers try to avoid the unexpected obstacle in their
path.

Tunde's heart pounds, sweat streaming down his face. He spots

Sammy and Chidi darting across a busy intersection, disappearing
into the distance.
CUTS TO:
EXT. RESIDENTIAL AREA - DAY - CONT’D

Tunde's determination refuses to waver as he enters a residential

area. He leaps over fences, dodges obstacles, and pushes himself
beyond his physical limits.

The boys, growing tired from the chase, glance back to see Tunde
relentlessly gaining ground. Fear sets in as they realize he
won't give up easily.

EXT. ABANDONED BUILDING - DAY - CONT’D

The chase leads Tunde into a territory dominated by menacing

touts. The chase reaches its climax as Tunde corners Sammy and
Chidi near an abandoned building. The boys gasp for breath, their
mischievous confidence replaced by fear.

Tunde, panting heavily, locks eyes with the boys. He approaches

them cautiously, his anger subsiding into determination.
 TUNDE
( firmly )
Give me back my wallet.
You have no idea what it
means to me.

CHIDI
Oga calm down

SAMMY Shey
nah because of wallet
you dey pursue us
like this .

Amidst a struggle with the boys, the touts walk in and intervene,
mistaking Tunde as the instigator. They surround him, their anger
turning into physical aggression.

LEADER OF THE TOUTS

(Puff smokes)
Heyyyy Weytin dey happen here.

SAMMY Baba
ooo this man wan
obtain us ni oo.
CHIDI
Yes baba

The touts laughs together as they stare at Tunde*

TOUT 1
(Puff smoke)
You no dey shame.
Nah this small boys
You wan run street.

TUNDE
( Fearfully ) Nah
lie ooo, baba nay my
wallet I wan collect.
They Stole my wallet.

Touts collect the wallets from the boys

TOUT 2
Wallet?. Oya you
bring the wallet.
He opens it and sees nothing in it.

TOUT 2
Nothing even dey inside seff.

SAMMY
Agba nah so we see am o
The wallet empty we just carry
Say make we use am do big boys.

Other touts drag Tunde roughly.

TOUT 3
Baba make we beat this guy
Nah one of those boys wey
dey obtain people for this
Area, see him face like ritualist.
TOUT 1
Oya nah,deal with him

TUNDE
( Pleading )
Baba abeg, these
boys dey lie.
The touts drag Tunde to the center and begin to beat him and he
shouts claiming that he is only after his wallet.

TUNDE CONT’D
( Shiverring )
Nah, my wallet I wan
collect.I no collect
money from them.
CUTS TO:

EXT.YAYA AROUND THE BUILDING - DAY-CONT’D

Tunde's friend, Yaya, happens to pass by and notices the

commotion. He rushes to Tunde's aid.

YAYA
Ahhh baba weytin dey happen?

TOUT 1
Weytin be your own.

YAYA
 This guy nah my padi
Why you nah dey beat am

TOUTS 2 This
your guy they dey
obtain these boys ni
oo

YAYA Ahhh no
ooo Tunde no be
like that oo Nah
street nah, him no
fit do such.

Tunde talks weaky as he bleeds

TUNDE
( Weakly )
Baba I be street, I no
obtain these boys they
took my wallet and nah
him I wan collect.
TOUT 1
(laughing mockingly)
Wallet wey nothing dey
inside broke boy..

TUNDE
( Pleading ) Baba
abeg that wallet dey very
important oo if i don't get
that it My father's life is
at stake!

The touts, unaware of the potentially life-changing bet ticket

hidden within, mockingly question how a mere wallet could
possibly hold the power to save a life.

TOUT 1
( laughing )
Wallet? You expect us
to believe this wallet
will save your
father ?
 TOUT 2 Dey
play, just dey play Nah
mumu you call us.

TOUT 3
Abi juju dey inside.

Exploiting Tunde's vulnerable state, the touts seize the

opportunity to demand exorbitant sums of money before agreeing to
relinquish the wallet.

LEADER OF THE TOUT

(grinning maliciously)
You want this back, huh?
Well, he go cost you money o.

TOUT 4 Naso
baba, sheybe if him
need am he go pay.

Their greed knows no bounds as they callously disregard the

urgency and severity of Tunde's situation.
LEADER OF THE TOUTS
( Confidently )
Oya go bring 5k come,
we go give you your
wallet

Tunde, desperation etched on his face, realizes he has no means

to meet their demands. He pleads with them, his voice filled with
despair.
TUNDE CONT’D
(Pleading passionately)
Bro.. Sorry baba I have nothing!
Please,show some mercy!

YAYA Agba,
abeg nah, oya give
us the wallet we go
come back come pay
you.

TOUT 1 shut
up bobo shey you
 think say we be
fool abi.

TUNDE
Please!!!

The touts, unmoved, shoo him away, issuing an ultimatum that

hangs heavy in the air.

LEADER OF THE TOUTS CONT’D

(holding the wallet)
Okay you want this right,
You have one hour, guy.
Bring us the money or
consider it gone forever!

Tunde, now burdened with the weight of time ticking away, watches
helplessly as the touts retreat, leaving him to face the daunting
challenge of raising the funds within the hour.

EXT. ROAD - DAY - CONT’D

Tunde and Yaya take a short distance walk away from the touts ,
Tunde's face is etched with worry.
TUNDE
(voice trembling)
Yaya, I don't know what
to do. I am in a mess
now. I need to get the
wallet and get the slip,
I can't forget about it
what if the game clicks
how do I claim my
winnings? Omo, I have to
do something.

YAYA
(trying to stay positive)
It's okay, Tunde. We'll
find a way out of this.
We just need to think
clearly and explore our
options.

Tunde takes a deep breath, his mind racing with ideas. Suddenly,
his eyes light up.
 TUNDE
( Smiles ) I have an
idea! What if we go back to
the gambling shop? Maybe
they can help us.

Yaya looks at Tunde, unsure but willing to consider any

possibility.

YAYA
( skeptical )
But Tunde, What can
they do for us?

Tunde with some positivity in his eyes led his friend to the
betting shop, his eyes filled with determination.

TUNDE CONT’D
( Confident ) Bro, I
will tell the cashier to help
generate another slip.

CUTS TO:
INT. LOCAL BETTING SHOP - COUNTER - DAY-CONT’D

Tunde and Yaya enter the betting shop, their faces filled with
desperation. They approach the CASHIER, who greets them with a
friendly smile.

CASHIER How
can I assist you
today?

Tunde takes a deep breath, trying to gather his thoughts.

TUNDE
I have a bit of a problem.
I have this betting ticket,
but i misplaced it and I
Need to print the slip
again. Is there anything
you can do to help us?

The Cashier listens attentively, a thoughtful expression on their

face.

CASHIER
 I understand your situation.
There is a way. Tunde and Yaya smiles happily

CASHIER If you
provide me with the slip
code, I can reprint a new
one for you.

Tunde and Yaya exchange drops in sadness

TUNDE
( Sad ) Ahhhh, I don't
know the slip code ooo.na there
wahala they

The attendant pauses, contemplating the situation.

CASHIER Omo, i
can't help you without the
code, there's not much I can
do from here.
Tunde and Yaya's hope flickers, as sadness fills his face.

EXT.BETTING SHOP DOOR - DAY-CONT’D

They turn to leave, a mix of anxiety and hope etched on their

faces as they talk.

YAYA Guy, you

don't have a choice
than to give the touts
the money

TUNDE But I don't

have any money, see Yaya, I no
get choice now I have to beg
them and hopefully they will
answer.

Tunde and Yaya walk briskly, their heads held high, as they make
their way back to the touts.

EXT. STREET - DAY - CONT’D

Tunde and Yaya, filled with worry and desperation, make their way
through the bustling street. Tunde's phone rings, He hurriedly
answers, recognizing the voice of his sister.

INTERCUT- PHONE CONVERSATION

TUNDE
( Concerned )
Hello? Sis,
what's wrong?

SISTER ( V.O. )
( Urgently )
Tunde, it's Dad. His condition
has worsened, he needs to be
taken to the hospital
immediately. It's a matter of
life and death.

Tunde's heart sinks, as the call ends overwhelmed with guilt and
anguish. He blames himself for the situation his father now finds
himself in.
TUNDE
(With a trembling voice)
Oh my God, I think at this
point if my father dies, I
am the one who killed him,
I am a very useless and
cursed child.

Yaya places a comforting hand on Tunde's shoulder, offering him

support in this difficult moment.

YAYA
( Soothingly )
Tunde, don't blame yourself yet.
We'll find a way to recover the
wallet first.
Tunde nods determinedly and wipes away a tear. They continue
their walk to the touts location.

EXT.TOUTS' LOCATION - DAY-CONT’D

Tunde and Yaya arrive at where the touts are known to gather.
Nervously, they approach the group, who eye them with curiosity.

TUNDE
( Imploringly )
 Chairman, abeg i don
come again. I need the
wallet.

The touts exchange glances, unsure of how to react. Finally, one

of them steps forward, and talk

LEAD TOUT
( Sympathetically )
Nawa oo, that your wallet
Omo, I have given it to those boys
As per say the thing they worthless to me.And you
Did not return within one hour as I Instructed.
So, I gave it to them.

Tunde wears a very sad look.

TOUT 2
Baba make we free this guy
Jare see, those boy stays
across this street If the
wallet is very important to
You go and meet them and get
it.

Relief washes over Tunde and Yaya's faces, grateful for this
small ray of hope.

TUNDE CONT’D
( Gratefully )
Thank you. We appreciate
your help.

They quickly make their way to find the boys.

CUTS TO:

INT. SHADE'S HOUSE - LIVING ROOM - DAY

Shade grieves her father's lifeless body, tears streaming down

her face. She picks up her phone to Tunde but it's switched off.
She quivers with sadness, gazing at her father's still form. The
room is silent, except for her quiet sobs.

She picks up her phone again and tries to call Tunde but it's
switched off.
EXT. STREETS - DAY-CONT’D

Tunde and Yaya walk briskly down the bustling streets, their eyes
scanning the surroundings, searching for any sign of the boys.
They exchange anxious glances, their hearts pounding with
anticipation.

Finally, they spot the boys standing near a street corner, their
faces betraying a mix of surprise and apprehension as Tunde and
Yaya approach them.

TUNDE
(angry and desperate) You!
Give me back my wallet!
You have no idea what you've
done to me!

The boys exchange nervous glances, hesitating for a moment. One

of them reaches into his pocket and pulls out the wallet,
reluctantly handing it over.

Tunde snatches the wallet, hastily rummaging through its contents

to find the ticket. He scans it quickly and finds it.
YAYA How
far? Is the slip
still inside?

TUNDE
( Happy ) Yes
bro, it is still
Intact.

YAYA
Sharp, let’s not dull it
Let’s go and check if
The game clicks.

Tunde and Yaya begin to head to the betting shop when they are
intersected by a group of familiar faces.

GAMBLER 1
(Smiling mischievously)
So you don find the wallet,
that's good. Very good.Oya
hand over the slip.

TUNDE
 Who are you?

YAYA
(Recognises them)
Wait, are you not always in the
betting shop?

GAMBLER 1
I happy say you remember. E go easy be that
Give me the slip.

TUNDE
(Angry and grumbling)
Ohhhhhhh, what kind of rubbish is this?
Who you be, na your money I use take bet?
You even know the kind trouble wey I don
go through to get this wallet back, now
you want come take am? Over my dead body

GAMBLER 1
Ah, oga if na die you wan die, you for
talk am na.
He brings out a knife, points it toward Tunde and Yaya, and
smiles. He and his friends surround Tunde and Yaya

YAYA
(takes a step back)
Ah, Tunde knife!

TUNDE
( pleading )
I can't give you the slip abeg.
I need it, I take God beg you.

GAMBLER 1
(waves the knife around)
That one no concern me, give
me the slip now

YAYA
Guy, this your slip is cursed o

TUNDE
( whispering )
Guy, when I give you signal, run
 YAYA
EH?

TUNDE
Okay, I'll give you, there's no need to
be violent.

Tunde walks about forward toward the gambler and acts like he's
about to give him something, he kicks up as much dirt as he can
and tells Yaya to run. Yaya and Tunde run as fast as they can,
weaving through shops with the guys chasing them. Tunde sees a
close space and pulls Yaya into it.

YAYA
Guy, I'm tired, how are we going to do it
now? You have to get to the shop.

TUNDE
We have to evade them and sneak out way past to
shop.

They see the gambler telling his friends where to search.

YAYA
Guy, I have an idea. Give me your wallet
I'll distract them, you go to the shop and
check the game.

TUNDE
That's dangerous, what if they hurt you?

YAYA
No worry, no be streets I be. I go take them
go those touts wey no want give us the slip
at first, them go help me. Oya get ready.

TUNDE
Okay, be careful.

Yaya steps out and calls the attention of the gamblers, waving
the wallet. He begins to run and they follow him. Tunde comes out
and runs in the opposite direction towards the betting shop.Tunde
heads to the betting shop hastily.

INT.GAMBLING SHOP - DAY-CONT’D

Tunde rushes into the gambling shop, clutching the ticket tightly
in his hands. His eyes search frantically for the counter.

He reaches the counter, breathless, and presents the ticket to

the CASHIER.

TUNDE
( hopeful )
How far? I don see my ticket, Please help
Me check this game.

The cashier types the ticket number on her computer, then shakes
her head with a sympathetic look.

CASHIER
( sincerely )
I'm sorry,
sir.
You lost the game.

TUNDE
( Defeated )
No...No …. How is this
possible?
Overwhelmed by a mix of emotions, Tunde collapses to the floor,
tears streaming down his face. He clutches the worthless ticket,
feeling the weight of guilt and regret.

Tunde's mind races as he replays his past mistakes and battles

with addiction.

BEGIN FLASHBACK:

EXT.STREET - NIGHT
Tunde is with some groups of boys in the street, playing rolling
dice gamble.
CUT TO.

INT.TUNDE'S APARTMENT - NIGHT

Tunde sits at the same cluttered table, surrounded by betting
slips and empty beer bottles. His face displays a mix of
frustration and despair as he tears up a losing ticket.

INT.GAMBLING SHOP - NIGHT

Bright lights and the sound of slot machines fill the air. Tunde
stands at a roulette table, his eyes fixed on the spinning wheel.
His hands tremble with anticipation as he places a large bet.

INT. POLICE STATION - DAY

Tunde's memories take him to a time when he resorted to stealing

money meant for the electricity bill from his fellow Tenant. His
desperate gamble ends in failure, and other tenants, betrayed and
furious, report him to the POLICE. We find Tunde in a cramped
cell, his freedom stripped away.

END FLASHBACK

BACK TO THE PRESENT:

Tunde's face reveals a mix of anguish, shame, and regret. The
weight of his past actions

INT. BETTING SHOP - DAY

Tunde's resolve strengthens as he breaks free from his

suffocating thoughts. He rises from the floor, wiping away tears.
His determination shines through as he grabs his phone, only to
realize it's dead.

He swiftly rushes out of the betting shop.

INT. TUNDE'S FAMILY HOME - LIVING ROOM - DAY - CONT’D

Tunde rushes through the front door, a mix of panic and

anticipation on his face. He freezes as he enters the living
room, his eyes widening in disbelief as he meets his father
lifeless.

TUNDE
( Broken )
No... No!

Tunde's father lies motionless on the couch, covered with a

shroud. The room is filled with an eerie silence, shattered only
by Tunde's heavy breathing.

Tunde's knees buckle beneath him, and he crumples to the ground,

his body trembling with grief. He reaches out a trembling hand,
touching the shroud gently.
 TUNDE
(choked voice)
Dad... I'm so sorry. It's
all my fault. I've failed
you as a son. Just the same
I failed my late mother

Tears stream down Tunde's face as he clings to the shroud, his

voice trembling with anguish.

TUNDE
( whispering )
I should have been there for you.
But I let my addiction consume me,
and now... you're gone.

He struggles to catch his breath, his body shaking uncontrollably

with grief. His voice cracks with sorrow as he speaks, his words
filled with a deep sense of remorse.

TUNDE
( regretful )
I wasted precious time
Chasing empty dreams.

I wish I could turn back

time, undo the mistakes
I've made. I wish I could
show you the man I could
have been, the son you
deserved.
Tunde sniffs
TUNDE CONT’D But all I can
do now is carry this weight of
guilt and promise to change, to
break free from this darkness
that has consumed me.

Sobs wrack Tunde's body as the weight of guilt crushes his

spirit. He clings to his father's lifeless form, unable to bear
the weight of his tragic demise.

FADE OUT.