Prompt

Inside a dimly lit truck stop diner at night, harsh fluorescent lighting casts long shadows across worn vinyl booths and a checkered floor. Roy Harris (early 70s, weathered face, gray hair, worn denim jacket) sits alone at a corner table, slowly stirring black coffee with calloused hands. A massive trucker (40s, flannel shirt, beer gut, aggressive posture) storms over, boots heavy on linoleum. Medium shot: The trucker slams his hand on Roy's shoulder, shoving him forward, coffee splashing. Wide shot: The entire diner freezes - a waitress holds a coffee pot mid-pour, four highway patrol officers at the counter turn in unison. Close-up: Roy stands slowly, deliberate and unfazed, reaches into his jacket. His weathered hand places a silver Texas Ranger badge on the scratched table surface, the star catching the light. Cut to: The four officers rising from their stools like soldiers called to attention. The youngest removes his hat, voice respectful: "Sir... Captain Harris?" Roy gives a single nod, picks up his coffee cup: "You just assaulted a peace officer in front of four witnesses." The trucker's face drains of color, backing away as red and blue lights begin flashing through the windows. No logos, no brand names, no watermarks, no text overlays.

Resultado

Inside a dimly lit truck stop diner at night, harsh fluorescent lighting casts long shadows across worn vinyl booths ...

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