The hotel security had now arrived, and Dean and Mark were slowly assisted out of the rooms, their movements sluggish and unsteady. Blood streaked down Mark's chin while Dean winced each time the guard's grip tightened on his arm. The panicked receptionist kept pacing up and down the corridor, whispering to the manager who had finally appeared at the scene. The low murmur of police sirens echoed faintly in the distance.
George paced up and down the reception, Lydia still in his arms. She was trembling, her face pale, her eyes fluttering open and closed as she drifted in and out of awareness.
Leo was seated at the reception area, his arm around Kendra who was now a bit steady, but could not sit by herself. He was torn between anger and disbelief, his hands still shaking from the confrontation.
Dean, who was now sitting slumped against the wall, tried to help Mark up. "Come on, man, let's get out of here," he muttered, voice thick with panic.
"Stay where you are," the hotel guard ordered sharply, stepping forward to block their path. "Police are on the way."
Dean's eyes moved to George and Leo. "George, Leo come on. We were just trying to have some fun," he said, voice rising defensively. "They're just extras. You really want to ruin the film because of this?"
George halted his movement for a second. His grip on Lydia tightened, his jaw set. "This will be the last time you ever do this," he said coldly, his voice trembling with fury. "I'll make sure you learn a lesson. They're not just extras. They're people. They deserve respect."
Dean let out a short, bitter laugh. "Respect? Don't act like you're some hero, man. It was just a bit of fun."
Leo cut him off, his voice dark and dangerous. "They're my friends, Dean. My family. You crossed the line. You don't get to call this fun."
Mark groaned beside him, spitting a small streak of blood onto the floor. "We didn't mean any harm.." he started, but George's glare froze him mid sentence.
George's eyes burned with rage. "You drugged them. You took them to a hotel. You tried to take advantage of them. That's not fun, that's not harmless." He shifted Lydia gently in his arms, brushing a loose strand of hair from her face. "You have no idea how far I'd go to protect them. I'd give up my career for Lydia."
Leo nodded firmly. "You're done, Dean. You've messed up, and there's no fixing this."
Dean sneered weakly. "You'll regret this. Both of you."
George's voice dropped to a low, deadly calm. "No. The only thing I'll regret is not finding you sooner."
The distant sirens grew louder, flashing red and blue through the hotel's glass doors. The guards tightened their hold on Dean and Mark as the police rushed in. The officers quickly walked to the two men, cuffing them with firm precision.
Dean tried one last plea. "Come on, George. You're really going to call the cops on your own crew? You'll tank the whole production."
George met his eyes squarely. "If that's the price for doing what's right, then so be it."
The police led the two men toward the exit as the hotel staff whispered nervously among themselves. The receptionist finally stopped pacing, her eyes wide with guilt and fear.
When officers returned briefly to take statements, George and Leo gave a clipped version of events. The paramedics soon arrived, examining both women carefully before preparing to take them to the hospital.
George followed them out, Lydia in his arms, while Leo followed closely with Kendra in his arms.