William Vincent Page #2

---

different places.

And I saw them

as I'd known them

as young boys,

not as the adults

they would be now.

It was a lovely thing

to imagine, but I knew

it was just that. Imagined.

But I saw them as if

they were really there.

I wondered how they were,

where they were.

Anyway, wherever they are,

it's probably best that they

don't know me

given the man I've become.

I knew them

when I was this age

the age I am now

in this shot, 16.

I'm 30 now, so the things

I remember are from

a long time ago.

His name was Joseph

back then, not William.

He did some odd things,

but I think he was

a nice person.

Maybe a little--

He could run very fast.

We used to race.

He was a beautiful runner.

Really beautiful runner.

I'd been living as William

Vincent for three years

before I met you.

In that time, we might have

passed near to one another

and not known it.

I wonder if either of us

might have felt something

in the passing.

If it happened.

For instance

I wonder if you were nearby

that night I saw

that man wearing

suspenders and a bow tie?

He's just kind of

drifting down the sidewalk

looking at his phone.

What the f***?

The man just walked away

unaware that I had lifted

some things from his pocket.

Just a receipt and

a business card. Nothing.

But it seemed as if there was

something else in the air

that night.

Something odd.

It was an unusually

quiet, empty night.

But I felt as if something

had happened.

There was something wrong

that night but I didn't mind.

I might have

even liked it.

I went out to eat

still with the sense

that there was somewhere

wrong in this city, somewhere.

Hi.

Hey.

What time is it?

It's late.

What's the occasion?

Do I need an occasion?

You are an occasion.

This place sucks.

Watching what's going on.

You don't have to flatter

me, you know.

Is that

a good tip?

Excuse me?

Is that

a decent tip?

Yeah, it is.

He's just trying

to earn a living.

You're a f***ing a**hole.

Open the iris all the way

and bring the condenser up.

The subject now appears

against a dark background

just like aspen leaves

against a dark sky.

The color seen

in dark filled lighting

can give new information.

Dark filled lighting

is a good technique

for viewing the smallest

observable life forms.

And also helps us understand

that William

never meant any harm.

Nor did he mean any kindness.

He never meant anything.

We can take the risk if,

if we're able to--

Right.

I don't know that

we're able to

and I don't know

that we need to wait

for everything--

Excuse me.

Excuse me. I think

you might have taken

something of mine?

I don't think so.

Give me

my phone.

Rate this script:0.0 / 0 votes