Post by Rissi on Feb 16, 2013 6:55:36 GMT -5
We pan into the scene. The environment is outdoors in a deserted desert like area. The sun glares through the frame and orange dust blows in the slow calming wind. The environment isn’t completely dry as there is some green grass in spots here and there and there are trees full of life around the area.
As we continue to pan we stop at a car. The vehicle is a sports car, a jet-black classic Ferrari. It’s parked on a dirt road and we can see a figure moving inside it. As we stop panning and zoom in closer we see that it is in fact Michael Rissi inside the car. His shades are drawn and he’s dressed in a black t-shirt. He fumbles around with a piece of paper he’s trying to read as we can see he is in deep thought.
Suddenly we hear a noise and the roaring of a car engine in the distance breaks Rissi’s concentration. Rissi slowly looks up as the engine sound gets louder and louder. In the reflection of Rissi’s sunglasses we see a racing red vintage Porche making a b-line straight for Rissi and his car. Just before the Porche gets at Rissi we quickly fade out.
Michael Rissi
In
Coming Back
Darkness takes the scene. Two men are in dark clothes – leather jackets, black leather gloves and black caps. The two men skulk around a gate outside of a warehouse area. They act secretive and stealthy as they surround the gates opening. One of them pulls a pair of bolt cutters out of their jacket and starts to fiddle with a chain on the gate. Eventually the chain snaps and then it crashes on the concrete ground making a rattle. The two men quickly slide in the property and quickly run at a small building at the front of the quarters. They stop at the door and the same one who cut the chains picks the lock on the door.
We pan in and the two men enter the building and run round the corner with both torches drawn. They run down a hall and stop at another door. This door is a security door and it takes a little while to pick but they eventually get into it with no alarm going off. A second door lies behind the security door. They pick it with no problem and slide it open revealing a small office. One watches the door as the other runs in and starts to jimmy open a filing cabinet. When he does he opens the middle drawer and pulls out a brown weathered leather bag. The man brings his black cap over his eyes and shines the torch into the bag.
“Holy shit…”
The person at the door ushers for him to be quiet as a faint noise is heard which disrupts the heist. They stay completely silent and still for a moment then move off. They exit the building and the one who lifted the bag from the building tosses it to the other man.
“Here Rissi, take it and keep it on the down low. Meet me later alright, you know the deal.”
The man now revealed to be Rissi takes the bag and they both run off in separate directions. The unknown man gets to a red vintage Porche parked on the curb. He gets in but jumps out of fright as a motorcycle hidden in the darkness illuminates the area with its light. The man in the Porche speeds off at a great speed, engine roaring and tires screeching. Rissi stands next to a black classic Ferrari but he’s frozen as a female figure steps off of the motorbike. Rissi clutches the bag and dashes into the Ferrari. The engine explodes in a roar on start up. It’s blinding lights flicker up and he races off. The girl gets on her motorbike and gives chase.
Rissi looks in his rear view as he turns on the highway. The motorbike come close to the Ferrari but Rissi continues to weave in and out of traffic in an attempt to evade her. After a while of doing this Rissi eventually loses track of her in a tunnel. He looks around, grabbing the bag tight as he switches lanes. We can see the glimmer in the distance of the motorbikes light but Rissi pulls off to the side and under a service station hold. He turns his lights off and blends into the night as the traffic continues to pass.
Panting and breathing heavily, Rissi looks down at the bag for a long while. His phone begins to illuminate and vibrate and it shocks him back into present thought, his nerves clearly visible.
…
As we continue to pan we stop at a car. The vehicle is a sports car, a jet-black classic Ferrari. It’s parked on a dirt road and we can see a figure moving inside it. As we stop panning and zoom in closer we see that it is in fact Michael Rissi inside the car. His shades are drawn and he’s dressed in a black t-shirt. He fumbles around with a piece of paper he’s trying to read as we can see he is in deep thought.
Suddenly we hear a noise and the roaring of a car engine in the distance breaks Rissi’s concentration. Rissi slowly looks up as the engine sound gets louder and louder. In the reflection of Rissi’s sunglasses we see a racing red vintage Porche making a b-line straight for Rissi and his car. Just before the Porche gets at Rissi we quickly fade out.
Michael Rissi
In
Coming Back
Darkness takes the scene. Two men are in dark clothes – leather jackets, black leather gloves and black caps. The two men skulk around a gate outside of a warehouse area. They act secretive and stealthy as they surround the gates opening. One of them pulls a pair of bolt cutters out of their jacket and starts to fiddle with a chain on the gate. Eventually the chain snaps and then it crashes on the concrete ground making a rattle. The two men quickly slide in the property and quickly run at a small building at the front of the quarters. They stop at the door and the same one who cut the chains picks the lock on the door.
We pan in and the two men enter the building and run round the corner with both torches drawn. They run down a hall and stop at another door. This door is a security door and it takes a little while to pick but they eventually get into it with no alarm going off. A second door lies behind the security door. They pick it with no problem and slide it open revealing a small office. One watches the door as the other runs in and starts to jimmy open a filing cabinet. When he does he opens the middle drawer and pulls out a brown weathered leather bag. The man brings his black cap over his eyes and shines the torch into the bag.
“Holy shit…”
The person at the door ushers for him to be quiet as a faint noise is heard which disrupts the heist. They stay completely silent and still for a moment then move off. They exit the building and the one who lifted the bag from the building tosses it to the other man.
“Here Rissi, take it and keep it on the down low. Meet me later alright, you know the deal.”
The man now revealed to be Rissi takes the bag and they both run off in separate directions. The unknown man gets to a red vintage Porche parked on the curb. He gets in but jumps out of fright as a motorcycle hidden in the darkness illuminates the area with its light. The man in the Porche speeds off at a great speed, engine roaring and tires screeching. Rissi stands next to a black classic Ferrari but he’s frozen as a female figure steps off of the motorbike. Rissi clutches the bag and dashes into the Ferrari. The engine explodes in a roar on start up. It’s blinding lights flicker up and he races off. The girl gets on her motorbike and gives chase.
Rissi looks in his rear view as he turns on the highway. The motorbike come close to the Ferrari but Rissi continues to weave in and out of traffic in an attempt to evade her. After a while of doing this Rissi eventually loses track of her in a tunnel. He looks around, grabbing the bag tight as he switches lanes. We can see the glimmer in the distance of the motorbikes light but Rissi pulls off to the side and under a service station hold. He turns his lights off and blends into the night as the traffic continues to pass.
Panting and breathing heavily, Rissi looks down at the bag for a long while. His phone begins to illuminate and vibrate and it shocks him back into present thought, his nerves clearly visible.
…
