EXIT TO THE STREETS IN THE NIGHT. Close in on a blurred image moving frantically up and down.
The angry rhythmic, sound comes, relentless we see a number of dustbin lids crashing down against the concrete ground and The image begins to sharpen The metal lids, like bullets, shattering the street. Little shards of grey spitting out in all directions. The motion slows, as the sound continues unabated, the silver dust-bin lids glinting and cutting into the road.
EXIT back to the garden in the morning times. A small dog is barking incessantly at nothing at all and running around a neat back garden. Small dog an aggressive stare that essentially says, “Don’t mess with me” or “I’m going to take you out.
A pinched WOMAN hangs out washing clothes on the line. And seeing that dog constantly sh
