paranoia
TRANSCRIPT
EXT. STREET - LATE EVENING
BOY walks down the street in dark clothing. He casts long
shadows on the footpath in front of him as he ambles
tiredly, yawning and rubbing his eyes occasionally. He pulls
his phone out of his pocket to make a call but it has no
signal.
BOY walks past a table of people eating and talking outside
a restaurant. We hear snippets of their conversation through
BOY’s ears intercut with slow motion footage of them
laughing. Their speech is whispered and distorted as ambient
music builds.
PERSON 1
(whispered)
That boy...
PERSON 2
(whispered)
What’s he doing here?
PERSON 3
(whispered)
We should have killed him a long
time ago.
BOY diverts his eyes back to the ground with a shocked look
on his face as the ambient music returns to regular levels.
His walking becomes faster and he checks his phone again
(still no signal). He scans around looking for something,
eyes wide, while he walks. The whispered snippets of speech
he overheard repeat in his mind as goes. He hears a rustle
in the bushes next to him and he picks up his pace again,
panicked but not running. He sees what he’s looking for (a
phone booth), and beelines for it. As he enters the ambient
music and whispers become muffled. He dials 111 with shaking
hands and puts the phone to his ear. All background audio
cuts out and softly reverbs as we hear the phone ring
slowly, with a tense few seconds of silence between each
ring. There is a clicking sound and a few seconds of static
before a raspy voice is heard.
RASPY VOICE
Watch... your... back.
The phone hangs up. BOY drops it and it hangs by the cord
fora few seconds while the ambient music and whispers build
to a crescendo.
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