Cut To Black

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