Marrakech medina at golden hour. The sun hangs low and orange over terracotta rooftops, casting long copper shadows between tangled alleyways stacked with spice pyramids, hanging lanterns, and drying saffron threads. Dust motes swirl in shafts of light.   [0s–3s] Open on a tight overhead drone shot looking straight down into a narrow alley no wider than a man's shoulders. A young thief in a dust-colored linen shirt, bare feet slapping warm stone, bursts into frame sprinting full tilt. He clutches a small burlap pouch against his chest. The drone matches his speed, descending and tilting forward until it's level with the rooftops, revealing the vast medina maze unfolding beneath him.   [3s–6s] Smash cut to a steadicam chase shot, 24mm wide, framing him from behind at waist height. He vaults a cart of blood oranges — they cascade into frame, bouncing like liquid fire across stone. A pursuing merchant shouts in Darija, swinging a wooden cane. The camera ducks under a low arch covered in blue tilework, and a shaft of golden light sweeps across the lens in a blinding flare.   [6s–9s] Whip-pan to a lateral tracking shot as he scales a wall in three kinetic movements — foot on a crate, hand grabbing a copper pot hook, shoulder rolling onto a low roof. Hens explode into the air, feathers floating in slow motion. The camera rises with him in a vertical crane, revealing the full panorama: the pink Koutoubia mosque minaret in the distance, the Atlas Mountains silhouetted purple on the horizon, smoke rising from tagine stalls far below.   [9s–12s] Hard cut to extreme close-up of his face, intercut with the pouch opening mid-stride — a single raw emerald the size of a walnut tumbles out, catches the sunset, and he snatches it back out of the air without breaking pace. Sweat beads on his brow. His dark eyes flick sideways. A 35mm lens, shallow focus, background dissolving into amber bokeh.   [12s–15s] Reverse low-angle tracking shot, camera gliding backwards ahead of him across the rooftops. He leaps — a massive gap, at least four meters — between two buildings. Time stretches. His body arcs over the alley where, far below, a wedding procession plays ghaita horns and beats tbel drums, red petals falling. He lands in a perfect forward roll, springs up, and without pausing tosses the emerald into the air. Camera cranes up fast to catch it spinning against the blazing sun. Freeze frame. Silhouette. Cut to black.   STYLE: Sun-baked desert epic, Villeneuve-grade scale with Guy Ritchie kinetic cutting. Shot on Alexa Mini LF, Cooke S4 primes. Color grade: burnt sienna, warm amber highlights, turquoise accent shadows from tilework. Heavy atmospheric haze, volumetric sun rays, practical dust kicked up by every footfall. Minimal lens flare, no grain — crisp, cinematic, rich.   AUDIO: Breathy flute and hand-percussion tabla rhythm at 120 BPM building to a climax. Footsteps slapping stone. Distant call to prayer bleeding across rooftop