Cut to Black - Lemaitre

Zooming in, silence, it’s the sound of a car approaching

She whispers

«You're lost, you’ll find what you’re looking for.

I hope.»

So take me down, we’ll see 'bout that

Keep on looking out for the rat

Exterior, sunlit motel parking lot

Interior, grungy hotel room suite

Years passed by

Looking older now, forty-ish

Dimly lit room, two silhouettes

Two shots, broke wiretap cassette

Title card

Incarcerated, a year goes by so slow

Two years, he’s having fun

Times fly but that gets old after a while

Five years, it’s the end of the line

Exterior, beach

Narrated by the man who spent a lifetime

Living in a castle made of sand

All along while we see the silver lining

Clouds closing and the sun stops shining

Exterior, jail, wide-angle shot

Finally out, no one’s waiting for him at the gate

Two years, all he knew has passed or moved away

Five years, it’s getting darker every day

Ironic it’s not that light inside

Exterior, beach

Narrated by the man who spent a lifetime

Living in a castle made of sand

All along while we see the silver lining

Clouds closing and the sun stops shining

Day slowly turns to night, bird’s perspective, colors fade

Start of soundtrack

Cut to black