| Zooming in, silence, it’s the sound of a car approaching
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| She whispers
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| «You're lost, you’ll find what you’re looking for. |
| I hope.»
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| So take me down, we’ll see 'bout that
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| Keep on looking out for the rat
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| Exterior, sunlit motel parking lot
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| Interior, grungy hotel room suite
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| Years passed by
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| Looking older now, forty-ish
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| Dimly lit room, two silhouettes
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| Two shots, broke wiretap cassette
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| Title card
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| Incarcerated, a year goes by so slow
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| Two years, he’s having fun
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| Times fly but that gets old after a while
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| Five years, it’s the end of the line
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| Exterior, beach
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| Narrated by the man who spent a lifetime
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| Living in a castle made of sand
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| All along while we see the silver lining
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| Clouds closing and the sun stops shining
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| Exterior, jail, wide-angle shot
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| Finally out, no one’s waiting for him at the gate
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| Two years, all he knew has passed or moved away
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| Five years, it’s getting darker every day
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| Ironic it’s not that light inside
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| Exterior, beach
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| Narrated by the man who spent a lifetime
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| Living in a castle made of sand
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| All along while we see the silver lining
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| Clouds closing and the sun stops shining
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| Day slowly turns to night, bird’s perspective, colors fade
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| Start of soundtrack
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| Cut to black |