FREQUENCY OF LIES
THE RADIO HOST AND AN UNKNOWN CALLER
[Soft instrumental music fades in. The quiet hum of a late-night radio show.]
HOST
"You’re listening to MIDNIGHT FREQUENCIES… where we talk about the things you can’t say during the day.Caller, you’re on the line.”
(his voice is calm, slightly tired)
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Caller (hesitates):“…Hi.”
HOST
“You always pause before saying hi.” (gentle)
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Caller (small laugh):“And you always notice."
HOST
“I notice you. That’s different.”
[A brief silence—comfortable, not awkward.]
HOST
“So… what are we overthinking tonight?”
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“Do you think… you can miss someone you never really had?”
HOST
“…That’s not a simple question.”
(softly exhale)
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“I don’t think it’s a simple feeling either.”
HOST
"Tell me about them."
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“I don’t know if I can.”
HOST
“You call me every night and suddenly you’re shy?”
(teasing slightly)
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“It’s just… if I say too much, it’ll feel real.”
HOST
“And if you don’t say it… it stays safe?”
(quieter now)
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[He breathes in slowly.]
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“They’re not even… technically mine.We talk, we laugh… sometimes it feels like they understand me better than anyone else.”
HOST
“And that scares you.”
(almost whispering)
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“It does. Because I don’t know if they’d choose me… if they actually saw me.”
[There’s a pause. His (host) voice softens, more personal than before.]
HOST
“You’d be surprised… how often people fall in love with what they feel, not what they see.”
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“…Is that what you believe?”
HOST
(after a beat)
“I think… voices are honest.You can hide your face, your life… but not the way your voice breaks when you care about someone.”
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“Then what does my voice say?”
(quietly)
HOST
[He hesitates for the first time.]
HOST
“…It says you’ve already fallen.”
[You can almost hear his (caller's) heartbeat.]
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“What if they don’t feel the same?”
(barely audible)
HOST
“Then… you’ll still have something real.Even if it hurts.”
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“And you? Have you ever… felt something like this?"
HOST
[He wasn’t expecting that.]
HOST
“I’m not the one calling tonight.”
(deflecting softly)
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“Yeah… but you’re always here.”
[A longer pause this time]
[His (host) tone shifts—warmer, more human.]
HOST
“…Maybe I understand more than I say.”
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“Then tell me one thing honestly.”
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“If I told them how I feel… do you think it would change everything?”
HOST
“…I think it already has.”
(very gently)
[Silence again. Neither wants to hang up.]
HOST
“It’s getting late.”
(softly)
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“Yeah…”
(almost reluctant)
HOST
“…Goodnight.”
(quiet)
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“Goodnight…”
(a small smile in his voice)
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The Voice That Lingers
The red “ON AIR” light fades.
Silence settles into the studio—but it doesn’t feel quiet.
ELIAS VIRELLI
[Removes his headphones]
Elias Virelli removes his headphones slowly, like the world outside them might break something fragile if he moves too fast.
He doesn’t know his name.
But he knows the way his voice dips when he’s thinking.The way he pauses before saying something real.
And tonight—
He had almost said something.
Elias exhales softly, leaning back in his chair.
ELIAS VIRELLI
"Voice …”
(he murmurs under his breath.)
The name the caller uses.
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“You’re thinking about him again.”
The voice comes from the doorway.
Elias doesn’t turn immediately.
ELIAS VIRELLI
“Am I that obvious?”
A man steps in—sharp suit, sharper gaze.
His older cousin. His shadow. His reminder.
MATTEO VIRELLI
“You only go quiet like this after his calls,”
Matteo says, crossing his arms.
MATTEO VIRELLI
“Should I be concerned?”
Elias finally looks at him.
ELIAS VIRELLI
“Since when do you concern yourself with my radio show?”
Matteo’s expression doesn’t change—but there’s something underneath it.
MATTEO VIRELLI
“Since you started caring more about strangers than your own name.”
The words hang heavier than they should.
ELIAS VIRELLI
(removes his jacket)
Elias stands, removing his jacket.
ELIAS VIRELLI
“My ‘name’ comes with expectations I didn’t ask for.”
MATTEO VIRELLI
“And yet,” (Matteo steps closer, voice lowering) “you’re still carrying it.”
Tension. Familiar. Unavoidable.
ELIAS VIRELLI
“…It’s just a voice.” [he says quietly]
Matteo studies him for a long moment.
MATTEO VIRELLI
“Be careful.”
MATTEO VIRELLI
“Voices are easy to fake.”
But something about that… doesn’t sit right.
Cassian Voss lowers his phone slowly, staring at the blank screen.
The silence feels louder than the call ever did.
He doesn’t realize he’s said the name out loud.
Because he hasn’t been told it.
He leans back in his chair, eyes unfocused.
CASSIAN VOSS
(Something is wrong)
**thinking**
CASSIAN VOSS
Not with the call.
He’s getting too used to this.
CASSIAN VOSS
Too comfortable.
A knock interrupts his thoughts.
CASSIAN VOSS
“Come in.”
**deep cold voice**
The door opens without hesitation.
A woman step in—cold eyes, precise movements.
One of the few people in the network who speaks to him without fear.
NYRA
“You’ve been on that line again.”
NYRA
"Nyx doesn’t repeat patterns.”
CASSIAN VOSS
**His gaze sharpens slightly**
CASSIAN VOSS
“And since when do you monitor my patterns?” ❄️❄️
NYRA
“Since your patterns started changing.”
Silence. Measured. Dangerous.
She steps closer, placing a file on the table.
Cassian doesn’t look at it.
NYRA
“Virelli Syndicate is making a move.”
His fingers tap once against the desk.
CASSIAN VOSS
“What kind of move?”
NYRA
“Political. Quiet. But big enough to shift control.”
Cassian finally reaches for the file.
Elegant. Composed.
Standing beside Matteo Virelli.
The same man from the café.
ELIAS VIRELLI
“You have a familiar voice.”
Something cold settles in Cassian’s chest.
CASSIAN VOSS
“…So that’s who you are.”
Nyra watches him carefully.
For the first time—
Isn’t completely steady.
Elias stands alone now.
The city is quiet beneath him.
ELIAS VIRELLI
**reach for microphone**
He reaches for the microphone again. Even though the show is over.
His fingers hover over the switch.
The red light flickers back on.
ELIAS VIRELLI
“…If you’re still listening..”
(he says softly)
ELIAS VIRELLI
“you didn’t finish what you were trying to say tonight.”
ELIAS VIRELLI
“…Call again tomorrow.”
Somewhere in the city—
Someone hears it.
And doesn’t sleep that night.
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What You Don’t Say
Elias doesn’t wait this time.
ELIAS VIRELLI
“You’re late.”
The words slip out before he can soften them.
There’s no greeting. No introduction.
Elias exhales quietly, leaning back in his chair.
There it is again.
That voice.
Steady. Controlled.
ELIAS VIRELLI
“You usually call earlier.”
**regaining his calm tone**
ELIAS VIRELLI
“I thought you might not.”
CASSIAN VOSS
“Disappointed?”
The question is light.
But something underneath it isn’t.
Elias tilts his head slightly, eyes lowering.
ELIAS VIRELLI
“…I don’t get disappointed in strangers.”
It’s quiet. Almost amused.
ELIAS VIRELLI
“You called to argue tonight?”
CASSIAN VOSS
“I called to ask something different.”
Elias straightens slightly.
ELIAS VIRELLI
(Something in his tone—
This isn’t one of our usual conversations.)
**thinking**
ELIAS VIRELLI
“I’m listening.”
Like he’s choosing his words more carefully than ever before.
CASSIAN VOSS
“Do you believe people can hide who they are… completely?”
ELIAS VIRELLI
(That’s not a love question.)
**thinking**
ELIAS VIRELLI
“Not completely.”
ELIAS VIRELLI
“Because something always slips.”
ELIAS VIRELLI
“Habits. Reactions. The way they speak.”
On the other end—
Cassian’s fingers tighten slightly around the phone.
CASSIAN VOSS
**tighten his grip**
CASSIAN VOSS
“Even if they’re trained not to?”
ELIAS VIRELLI
**frowns** 🤨
ELIAS VIRELLI
“You’re not asking about love tonight.”
CASSIAN VOSS
“Answer the question.”
It’s not harsh.
But it’s firm.
Elias leans forward now, resting his elbow on the desk.
ELIAS VIRELLI
“…Training makes people better at hiding.”
ELIAS VIRELLI
“But it doesn’t make them invisible.”
ELIAS VIRELLI
“Everyone leaves a pattern.”
Across the city—
Cassian’s gaze darkens slightly.
CASSIAN VOSS
“Then what if someone knows how to read patterns?”
**not coldly but not politely too**
ELIAS VIRELLI
“…Then they’re dangerous.”
CASSIAN VOSS
“And if they’re wrong?”
Elias doesn’t answer immediately.
Because suddenly—
This feels less like a question.
And more like a line being drawn.
ELIAS VIRELLI
“…Then they risk destroying something real."
**he says quietly**
CASSIAN VOSS
“And if what’s real is a lie?”
ELIAS VIRELLI
"Then it wasn’t real to begin with.”
The words land harder than he expects.
On the other end—
Cassian closes his eyes briefly.
Because that answer—
Was too fast.
Too certain.
Like he believes it.
Or wants to.
CASSIAN VOSS
“…You’re very sure of someone who doesn’t trust easily.”
ELIAS VIRELLI
“You say that like you know me.”
A quiet exhale.
Almost a laugh.
CASSIAN VOSS
"Maybe I do.”
Elias’s grip tightens around the edge of the desk.
ELIAS VIRELLI
“…Then tell me, What kind of person do you think I am?”
**softly**
Cassian opens his eyes.
Stares at nothing.
And everything.
CASSIAN VOSS
“…Someone who listens more than they speak."
CASSIAN VOSS
"Someone who avoids answering questions about themselves.”
Elias’s heartbeat quickens.
Just slightly.
CASSIAN VOSS
“Someone who understands people… but doesn’t let them understand him.”
CASSIAN VOSS
"And someone who—”
Elias leans forward.
Without realizing it.
ELIAS VIRELLI
**lean forward and says**
ELIAS VIRELLI
“…Who what?”
CASSIAN VOSS
**his voice lowers**
CASSIAN VOSS
"sounds familiar."
The kind that presses in from all sides.
ELIAS VIRELLI
“…Familiar how?”
That question is dangerous.
Cassian hears it. In the slight change in his voice.
CASSIAN VOSS
“…Forget it.”
Elias’s eyes widen slightly.
CASSIAN VOSS
“I think I have my answer.”
Elias stares at the console.
Not just because he hung up.
For the first time—
It didn’t feel like a conversation.
Cassian lowers the phone slowly.
His expression is unreadable.
But his thoughts—
Sharp. Precise.
Same pauses. Same tone shifts. Same way of answering without answering.
CASSIAN VOSS
“…Elias Virelli.”
But still—
Not confirmed. Not yet.
And Cassian doesn’t deal in guesses.
His eyes darken slightly.
CASSIAN VOSS
“…you won’t slip.” ❄️
But something in his chest—
Wonder if he wants him to.
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