second single continuous shot. Preserve the exact cyborg woman and brutalist red lounge. She remains completely still except for a slow final fist squeeze. “They took my eye—” CAMERA starts inches above the cash on 20mm, then ROCKETS upward and WHIPS into an extreme close-up of her eyepatch exactly on “eye.” “—my arm—” CAMERA snaps sideways, DIVES across her torso, and locks briefly on the gold mechanical arm exactly on “arm.” “—and half my life. Funny thing is…” CAMERA breaks away into a violent controlled chain: PLUNGES toward the floor, RACES backward through foreground cash, SWINGS around her left side, ROTATES behind her, then OVERTAKES back toward the front while she stays statue-still. “…they still think I came here…” CAMERA rockets past her face, DROPS sharply, reverses direction, and whips across the red lounge with heavy parallax before snapping back toward her. “…to negotiate.” CAMERA WHIPS hard to the gold hand as she slowly SQUEEZES the mechanical fist shut on the final words. CAMERA pushes tight into the clenched fist and LOCKS. Final frame: gold fist dominant foreground, her visible eye staring past it, chandelier blazing behind.