[Caption: (Muffled argument from nearby table)] [Night. Ocean waves – loud, restless] [Footsteps on wooden deck – bare feet] [Sound of a body hitting water – splash, not playful] [Silence for 3 seconds] [Screaming from inside a room – distant]
[Wine glass set down hard – thud] [Paula looks away, sighs silently]
[Sound of a drink being stirred – ice clinking]
[Tension music sting – brief] [Pool water filter hum] [Kids splashing in distance] Shane: “My mom got us the pineapple suite.” Rachel: [exhales sharply] “It’s beautiful.” Shane: [lowering voice] “It’s not the pineapple suite.”
[Tanya, breathy] “Is there a spa?” [Armond, polite pause] “Of course. I’ll have someone escort you.”