We all have someone in our past who
uh... one skeleton, if you like.
We've all got at least one person,
as it were, under the patio. Not
literally of course. I suppose I
only say this because I always thought
people who did this sort of thing
were... I had an image that they
were losers. Not losers. A bit sad.
But I think this is the modern world.
And I think really it's quite a brave
move. Quite a brave, reasonable thing
Sorry can we start again?
SINGLE CARD ON BLACK:
John's fingers in close-up, type JOHN BUCKINGHAM, and his
AMEX number into his PC. Finished, he stops, and rests his
face on his hands.
He hits SEND. That instant, a worry of black crows bursts up
in the field behind him and takes to the swirling air.
Blackout. Music. Titles.
The titles pop and slide over footage of Russian women, on
computer video, advertising themselves. They mostly speak in
Russian, some of which is subtitled, some speak in English.
The women slide on and off the screen, overlap and collide,
as the titles appear. Close-ups on mouths and eyes, tight
and pixellated. It becomes a wall of image and sound.