There's
a long dolly shot, shot down a long sooty hallway - low angle,
smooth, steady, purposeful. It is a skateboard shot.
A door opens, the dolly stops in a clumsy style.
A pair of bare feminine legs sweeps past cam. - the scene is wiped by the 'white trash bag' she totes - swish...
Reverse shot as she walks bare-ass by, bearing bag back down the hall in the direction from which he had just come.
She stops halfway, just long enough to drop the trash bag down the chute.
And returns.
She is unperturbed by her skimpy attire, sweeps briskly past cam. to the security of her doorway.
Flips cam. 'the Finger' ... then SLAMS! the door.
He realized he had been holding his breath the whole time.
I mean...How hot can you get?
He stumbled there near the floor, groping for the wall, his arm buckling, folding hard head-first into the old brick masonry. He lay for a time before 'the faint' passed, and as he wobbled to reality he wiped the sweat, and a little blood, from his brow, breathed deep and sat upright but woozy for a while.
While chewing on ginger and jerky from a hip bag, along with coffee in a thermal cup clipped to his belt, he navigated the streets/rooftops/alleys/hallways/doorways, and private quarters ...his camera in hand. Imagined himself a ghost.
Only problem was, they could see him.
His business card read "Cocked and Ready"
No shit.
So it was this worm was collared as he relieved himself in an alleyway, pissing as a patrol car passed by, and directing into it's spotlight,
Caught him dangling his dingle?
Precisely.
Never assume you're a ghost.
Lesson learned.
V
