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[Skinner turns his building rage toward Linguini.] Skinner: Linguini! You're fired! F-i-r-e-d! Fired! [Mustafa, the waiter, sticks his head through the doubledoors, speaking low to Skinner.] Mustafa: She wants to speak to the Chef. [Color drains from Skinner's face. He sighs, heads out into the dining room to take his medicine.] [The dining room doors swing open. Mustafa steps in first, posture neat. Skinner follows, stiff as a soldier, his smile plastered on like glue.] Mustafa: (quietly) This way, Chef. [The camera pans across the elegant dining room. One table is occupied: Solene LeClaire, poised, notebook beside her, soup bowl already empty. Skinner halts mid-stride, swallowing hard. His bravado melts into nerves.] Skinner: (muttered) Oh no... not her. [Mustafa glances back, motioning Skinner forward.] Mustafa: (under breath) Courage. [LeClaire lifts her gaze from the empty bowl, meeting them with sharp, calm eyes. Mustafa clears his throat politely at the table.] Mustafa: Madame