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UGLY LOW-QUALITY PHONE CLIP, NOT A MOVIE. Secretly recorded on a cheap old phone by someone hiding who is not supposed to be filming. We only ever see what the lens records: the phone itself and the hands, fingers and thumbs of whoever is filming never appear anywhere in frame. ONE UNBROKEN TAKE from one hiding place: no cuts, no edits, no second camera, no change of angle and no change of position at any moment. The take opens on a far-away frame that holds the whole room, then the zoom eases in a little at a time until the faces are close, and eases back out along the way; the zoom is the only thing that ever changes the framing, always the same place seen from the same side, and the whole scene stays in frame. The hand holding the phone is steady but human: the picture breathes and drifts slowly the whole time, the horizon sits a little off and is corrected late, autofocus hunts now and then, exposure pumps, and the subject often sits off-center. Nothing is composed and nothing is clean. Everything is equally soft and equally in focus: no blurred background, no bokeh, no shallow depth of field, no macro shots, no cinematic lighting, no color grading, no slow motion, never a clean or sharp frame. Low resolution, washed-out faded colors, lifted grey blacks, milky haze from a greasy lens. Silent. No text, no captions, no watermark, no phone interface, no fingers, no thumbs, no hands of the person filming.
@PHARAOH: an Egyptian king in his forties, lean, sun-browned, kohl-lined eyes, a blue and gold striped nemes headdress, a broad gold collar, a white pleated linen kilt, black rectangular sunglasses flat across his eyes. He sits back on the throne with one ankle crossed over the opposite knee, busy with himself the whole time: turning the glass a quarter turn with two fingers, tapping the arm of the throne on no rhythm, pushing the sunglasses up with a knuckle, rolling a shoulder, re-crossing the other ankle over, watching the far doorway. He is interested in the matcha and his own comfort. He never looks toward the camera. Character appearance only.
@MATCHA: a tall clear glass of bright green matcha on a low table at the king's elbow, pale foam on top, a steel straw in it, condensation running down the outside. The green is the brightest colour in the room. Prop only.
@COUNTERS: exactly THREE modern note counting machines on the floor and no more than three, small white and chrome boxes with an open hopper and a stacking tray below, a note wheel that blurs when it runs, a cable trailing across the stone. All three run the whole take: a brick dropped in the hopper fans through with a hard flutter and lands counted, and the next goes straight in. No lettering or brand marks. Prop only.
@CASH: banknotes everywhere from the first frame, flat pale green notes banded into bricks the size of a hand, in loose heaps on reed mats, knee high walls of counted bricks, and spilling from the mouths of linen sacks and reed baskets standing open on the stone. No faces, no numbers and no lettering on them. Prop only.
@SCRIBES: three Egyptian treasury scribes in white linen kilts, shaved heads, sitting cross legged on reed mats in a row with one of @COUNTERS in front of each. They work continuously: feed a brick in, watch it fan, lift the counted stack out, square it with both hands, add it to the wall at the shoulder, reach for the next. Their hands move in every frame. A fourth walks in with a full linen sack over one shoulder, drops it and walks straight back out. None of them ever looks toward the camera. Character appearance only.
@BACKS: a fifth scribe crouched low in the part of the hall closest to the lens with his back to the camera, bare backed in a linen kilt, tipping a reed basket of notes onto a mat and raking them flat. He is so low and so close that his bare back, shoulders and the back of his head fill the whole bottom left quarter of the picture and the bottom edge of every frame is cut off by him and the basket, not blurred, just as soft as everything else. He rakes the whole take and never turns toward the camera. Character appearance only.
@HALL: a long throne room in an Egyptian palace, two rows of thick painted columns in ochre, blue and green, walls painted floor to ceiling with gods and offering scenes, a stone slab floor, and a low dais at the far end carrying a heavy gilded throne with carved lion legs. Oil lamps burn in niches and high window slots throw hard bars of daylight across the floor with dust turning in them. @COUNTERS and @CASH are the only things in the room that are not ancient. The view comes from the far end of the hall from behind a thick painted column with the crouching scribe between the lens and the room, off to one side so the dais sits over to the right and the row of seated scribes runs from the bottom left across toward it, 16 meters from the throne, at chest height. The view is NEVER from in front of the throne, never square on to it, never straight down the middle of the hall and never symmetrical. Environment only.
One unbroken take of 7 seconds from one hiding place behind the column at the far end: no cuts, no second camera, no new angles; only the zoom changes, and it travels a long way, from a far frame holding the whole length of the hall to a close frame on the throne. This is ancient Egypt and everyone in it is an ancient Egyptian. @PHARAOH on the throne, the three running machines of @COUNTERS and the heaps of @CASH are in the frame together every single second. @PHARAOH is never the figure closest to the lens: the man nearest the camera is always the crouching scribe of @BACKS. Something is in motion everywhere in the picture at all times: the machines run, the scribes' hands work, the king fidgets with his glass, the dust turns in the bars of light. The hand holding the phone is steady but human: the picture breathes, drifts and sags, the horizon sits a few degrees off and is corrected late. This is what somebody hiding behind a column at the back of the hall happened to catch. Nobody speaks.
BEAT - 0.0 to 1.8 s, widest frame at 1x, zoom easing in to 1.5x @HALL @PHARAOH @COUNTERS @CASH @SCRIBES @BACKS - The widest frame of the take, from the far end of the hall: two rows of painted columns running away toward the dais, hard bars of daylight from the high slots with dust turning in them. The floor is ALREADY covered in @CASH, loose heaps, knee high walls of banded bricks, open sacks spilling more. The three seated @SCRIBES run from the bottom left toward the dais with @COUNTERS in front of them, all three machines ALREADY fluttering, every pair of hands working. @PHARAOH sits on the gilded throne far away on the dais over to the right at a twelfth of frame height, small at this distance, the green of @MATCHA a bright speck at his elbow. The bare back of @BACKS fills the bottom left quarter, hands raking. At 1.5 seconds the zoom eases in to 1.5x in one slow move, drifting. - It is a long way down there. -
BEAT - 1.8 to 3.6 s, 1.5x, zoom easing in to 2.3x, same position, no cut @COUNTERS @CASH @SCRIBES @PHARAOH @BACKS - The frame has come in a long way: the three @SCRIBES and their machines fill the lower middle at a third of frame height, walls of counted bricks at their shoulders, @PHARAOH still small on the throne over to the right, the columns behind just as soft and just as much in focus, no blurred background. The bare back of @BACKS still fills the bottom left corner. At 2.2 seconds the scribe closest to the lens drops a fresh brick into his hopper, the wheel blurs and the notes fan through with a hard flutter. Far up the hall @PHARAOH turns the glass of @MATCHA a quarter turn with two fingers. At 3.3 seconds the zoom eases in to 2.3x and the picture wobbles and is pulled back late. - More is coming in. -
BEAT - 3.6 to 5.4 s, 2.3x, zoom easing back out to 1.9x, same position, no cut @HALL @CASH @SCRIBES @COUNTERS @PHARAOH @BACKS - At 3.8 seconds the zoom eases back out to 1.9x so the whole length of the hall, the floor of @CASH, all three of @COUNTERS running, the @SCRIBES and @PHARAOH far away on his throne are in the frame again, the king at a seventh of frame height. At 4.4 seconds the fourth scribe walks in from a side door with a full sack over one shoulder, drops it and walks straight out, bricks sliding from its mouth across the floor. Up on the dais @PHARAOH rolls one shoulder, shifts his weight and re-crosses the other ankle over, watching the far doorway. The picture drifts down the hall and is corrected late. - Now it goes right in. -
BEAT - 5.4 to 7.0 s, zoom easing in hard to 3.4x, the closest frame of the take by a long way, same position, no cut @PHARAOH @MATCHA @CASH @BACKS - At 5.5 seconds the zoom eases in to 3.4x, much further than it has gone at any point, the longest step of the take, and the picture goes soft and blocky with it the way a cheap phone does at the end of its range: @PHARAOH on the throne at half of frame height off-center, a wall of banded @CASH still in the frame below the dais, the bare back of @BACKS still in the bottom left corner. At 5.9 seconds he takes the glass of @MATCHA off the table, drinks through the steel straw and the green level drops, turns the glass slowly in his fingers on the arm of the throne and sets it back down. At 6.6 seconds he pushes the sunglasses up with one knuckle, lifts his chin slowly, once, and settles back, watching the far doorway. The three machines go on fluttering down the hall. The picture breathes, drifts and sags until the last frame. - It is a lot of money. -
No audio: a silent clip, no dialogue, no voices, no sound effects, no music. Ugly, pixelated, low-quality phone footage from the first frame to the last, all of it one unbroken handheld take.

UGLY LOW-QUALITY PHONE CLIP, NOT A MOVIE. Secretly recorded on a cheap old phone by someone hiding who is not supposed to be filming. We only ever see what the lens records: the phone itself and the hands, fingers and thumbs of whoever is filming never appear anywhere in frame. ONE UNBROKEN TAKE from one hiding place: no cuts, no edits, no second camera, no change of angle and no change of position at any moment. The take opens on a far-away frame that holds the whole room, then the zoom eases in a little at a time until the faces are close, and eases back out along the way; the zoom is the only thing that ever changes the framing, always the same place seen from the same side, and the whole scene stays in frame. The hand holding the phone is steady but human: the picture breathes and drifts slowly the whole time, the horizon sits a little off and is corrected late, autofocus hunts now and then, exposure pumps, and the subject often sits off-center. Nothing is composed and nothing is clean. Everything is equally soft and equally in focus: no blurred background, no bokeh, no shallow depth of field, no macro shots, no cinematic lighting, no color grading, no slow motion, never a clean or sharp frame. Low resolution, washed-out faded colors, lifted grey blacks, milky haze from a greasy lens. Silent. No text, no captions, no watermark, no phone interface, no fingers, no thumbs, no hands of the person filming.
@HYPERCAR: a modern hypercar hanging in four steel slings, impossibly low and impossibly wide, a smooth curved body with no hard edges, a long low nose, a roofline running in one curve into the tail, enormous polished wheels filling the arches. It is electric light blue over gloss black, the blue across the roof and upper flanks and the black along the lower body and sills, one hard line between them down the length of it. It turns slowly on its slings and throws a moving patch of blue light across the stone. No badges, no lettering and no brand marks anywhere on it. Prop only.
@CRANE: a modern yellow mobile crane outside the temple, its lattice jib crossing the top of the picture above the wall with four steel cables hanging down from a trolley along it. The cables are taut and alive from the first frame: the load swings slowly on them and the hook block turns a few degrees each way. When the load lands they go slack in one movement and sway. No lettering and no brand marks anywhere on it. Prop only.
@CARPET: a deep red patterned carpet with a dense woven border and a pale medallion, laid out flat and square on the flagstones. It is ALREADY down and smoothed out in the first frame and stays there the whole take, far too fine to be on a floor, pale stone running away on all sides. Prop only.
@FOOTMEN: four Egyptian footmen in white linen kilts, one at each corner of the carpet with a guide rope in both hands. They work it the way a practised crew works a load: ropes taut, leaning back against the swing, small side steps to walk the car round on its cables, and once it is down they move in and unhook the slings. They never stop moving and none of them ever looks toward the camera. Character appearance only.
@PHARAOH: an Egyptian king in his forties, tall and lean, sun-browned skin, kohl-lined eyes, a short trimmed beard, a blue and gold striped nemes headdress, a broad gold collar, a white pleated linen kilt, gold arm cuffs and leather sandals. He stands OUT IN THE MIDDLE OF THE COURTYARD at the edge of the carpet, a long way from the camera with clear open flagstones between him and the lens, and he is never the figure closest to the camera and never at the edge of the picture. He watches the load come down with his hands at his sides. At the end he completely loses it: both fists go up over his head and he jumps straight up off both feet at once, lands, bends his knees and goes straight up again, grinning, the kilt flying and the lappets of the nemes jumping on his shoulders. He never looks toward the camera. Character appearance only.
@BACKS: two Egyptian stonemasons crouched low over a half dressed block of stone on the flagstones in the part of the courtyard closest to the lens, bare backed in linen kilts, one of them chipping at the block with a mallet and chisel and the other sorting tools in a reed tray. They are crouched down low and they are so close that their bare backs, shoulders and the backs of their heads fill the whole bottom left quarter of the picture and the bottom edge of every frame is cut off by them and by the block, not blurred and not out of focus but just as soft as everything else. They keep working the whole take, they never stand up, they never watch the car and neither ever turns toward the camera. Character appearance only.
@COURTYARD: a wide flagstone courtyard inside a great temple in ancient Egypt in hard late afternoon sun, enclosed by a high sandstone wall carved with hieroglyphs, thick painted columns down one side and a painted pylon above. Beyond the wall the desert and a pyramid stand in the haze. The courtyard is empty except for @CARPET in the middle and one half dressed block of stone down by the lens. The wall throws a long hard shadow across the flagstones. There is nothing modern in the temple except @CRANE and @HYPERCAR. The view comes from down on the courtyard floor behind the two crouching masons, off to one side so the wall runs across the picture at an angle and the carpet sits off to the right, 11 meters from the edge of the carpet, at chest height. The view is NEVER from above, never square on to the wall, never straight down the middle of the courtyard and never symmetrical, and the carpet is never centred in the picture. Environment only.
One unbroken take of 7 seconds from one hiding place down on the courtyard floor: no cuts, no second camera, no new angles; only the zoom changes, slowly and a little at a time, and it ends on the closest frame of the whole take and never goes wider again after that. This is ancient Egypt and every person in it is an ancient Egyptian. @HYPERCAR on its cables, @CARPET below it and @PHARAOH standing out at the edge of the carpet are in the frame together in every single second. @PHARAOH stands well out in the courtyard with clear open stone between him and the lens: the two figures closest to the camera are always the crouching masons of @BACKS and never him, and his whole body from the headdress to the sandals stays inside the frame the whole time. The bare backs of @BACKS fill the bottom left quarter every second. Everybody in the picture keeps moving the whole way through and nobody ever holds still. The hand holding the phone is steady but human: the picture breathes, drifts and sags, the horizon sits a few degrees off and is corrected late, and every correction overshoots. This is what one of the masons happened to catch. Nobody speaks.
BEAT - 0.0 to 1.8 s, widest frame at 1x, zoom easing in to 1.4x @COURTYARD @CRANE @HYPERCAR @CARPET @FOOTMEN @PHARAOH @BACKS - The widest frame of the whole take: the courtyard in hard low sun at an angle, flagstones, the high carved wall across the back, painted columns down one side, a pylon above and a pyramid in the haze beyond. @CARPET is ALREADY laid out flat on the stone off to the right with @FOOTMEN standing one at each corner holding guide ropes. The jib of @CRANE crosses the top of the picture and @HYPERCAR is ALREADY up in the air on four slings HIGH ABOVE the wall, still a long way up, coming down slowly and turning. @PHARAOH stands out in the middle of the courtyard at the edge of the carpet at a sixth of frame height, a long way from the lens with clear open flagstones between him and the camera, hands at his sides, watching it. The bare backs of the two crouching masons of @BACKS fill the bottom left quarter and one of them swings a mallet. At 1.5 seconds the zoom eases in to 1.4x in one slow move, drifting, the car high above and the whole courtyard still in the frame. - It is still a long way up. -
BEAT - 1.8 to 3.6 s, 1.4x, zoom easing in to 2x, same position, no cut @HYPERCAR @CRANE @FOOTMEN @CARPET @PHARAOH @BACKS - Same view, closer: @HYPERCAR fills the upper middle of the frame at a third of frame height, down past the top of the wall and still coming, the wheels and the hard line between the blue and the black plain on it, @CARPET and @FOOTMEN below and @PHARAOH still out at the edge of the carpet at a quarter of frame height, the carved wall behind just as soft and just as much in focus, no blurred background. The bare backs of @BACKS still fill the bottom left corner and the mallet is still going. At 2.2 seconds the car swings a meter sideways on the cables and @FOOTMEN lean back on their ropes and walk it round. At 3.0 seconds it steadies above the carpet, still a man's height up. At 3.3 seconds the zoom eases in to 2x and the picture wobbles and is pulled back late. - It is nearly down. -
BEAT - 3.6 to 5.4 s, 2x, zoom easing back out to 1.7x, same position, no cut @COURTYARD @HYPERCAR @CARPET @FOOTMEN @PHARAOH @BACKS - At 3.8 seconds the zoom eases back out to 1.7x so the whole courtyard, the carpet, the car still hanging just above it, all four of @FOOTMEN and @PHARAOH are all in the frame together again, the king at a fifth of frame height. At 4.3 seconds the wheels of @HYPERCAR touch @CARPET and the car settles onto its springs, the deep pile going down flat under the tyres. At 4.7 seconds the four cables go slack in one movement and sway, and the slings go loose across the roof. At 5.0 seconds @FOOTMEN move in and start unhooking, two to a side. @PHARAOH takes one step toward it. The picture drifts across the courtyard and is corrected late. - Here it comes. -
BEAT - 5.4 to 7.0 s, zoom easing in to 2.8x, the closest frame of the whole take, same position, no cut @PHARAOH @HYPERCAR @CARPET @BACKS - At 5.5 seconds the zoom eases in to 2.8x, the tightest frame of the whole take, and the framing never goes wider again: it holds @PHARAOH standing on @CARPET at half of frame height off-center with the blue of @HYPERCAR right there behind him and clear air above his headdress, and a bare back from @BACKS still in the bottom left corner. At 5.8 seconds both his fists go up over his head and he JUMPS, both feet leaving the ground at the same moment, the kilt flying out and the lappets of the nemes jumping on his shoulders. At 6.2 seconds he lands on both feet, bends his knees and goes straight up again, higher, fists still up and grinning. At 6.6 seconds he lands and punches both fists at the sky twice more without stopping, turning a quarter toward the car. At 6.9 seconds he is still going and @FOOTMEN are still calmly unhooking the slings on either side of him as if nothing were happening. The picture breathes, drifts and sags until the last frame. - He is delighted. -
No audio: a silent clip, no dialogue, no voices, no sound effects, no music. Ugly, pixelated, low-quality phone footage from the first frame to the last, all of it one unbroken handheld take.

UGLY LOW-QUALITY PHONE CLIP, NOT A MOVIE. Secretly recorded on a cheap old phone by someone hiding who is not supposed to be filming. We only ever see what the lens records: the phone itself and the hands, fingers and thumbs of whoever is filming never appear anywhere in frame. ONE UNBROKEN TAKE from one hiding place: no cuts, no edits, no second camera, no change of angle and no change of position at any moment. The take opens on a far-away frame that holds the whole room, then the zoom eases in a little at a time until the faces are close, and eases back out along the way; the zoom is the only thing that ever changes the framing, always the same place seen from the same side, and the whole scene stays in frame. The hand holding the phone is steady but human: the picture breathes and drifts slowly the whole time, the horizon sits a little off and is corrected late, autofocus hunts now and then, exposure pumps, and the subject often sits off-center. Nothing is composed and nothing is clean. Everything is equally soft and equally in focus: no blurred background, no bokeh, no shallow depth of field, no macro shots, no cinematic lighting, no color grading, no slow motion, never a clean or sharp frame. Low resolution, washed-out faded colors, lifted grey blacks, milky haze from a greasy lens. Silent. No text, no captions, no watermark, no phone interface, no fingers, no thumbs, no hands of the person filming.
@YACHT: an enormous modern superyacht lying alongside the quay, a long white hull with a dark tinted band of glass running the length of it and four decks stacked above, radar masts and tenders on the top deck. A huge rectangular door in the flank of the hull facing the quay is hinged along its bottom edge and lowers outward on two steel cables into a wide ramp running down to the water. At the start of the take that door is ALREADY a third of the way down and still lowering on its cables; by the middle it is ALREADY all the way down and flat and it stays down for the rest of the take. The opening it leaves is a brightly lit garage deck inside the hull. No lettering, no numbers, no name and no brand marks anywhere on it. Prop only.
@SUPERCARS: three modern supercars parked nose out in a row on the lit garage deck inside the hull, very low and very wide, one deep red, one white and one black, polished to a hard shine with the strip lighting of the deck reflecting off their roofs in long lines. They are parked a hand's width apart and they are plainly inside the ship. No badges, no lettering and no brand marks anywhere on any of them. Prop only.
@SPEEDBOAT: a small modern speedboat the colour of polished gold, a low sharp hull with a wrapped windscreen, white leather seats and chrome rails, tied alongside the foot of the ramp on two lines. It rides on the swell the whole time, lifting and dropping against its fenders and tugging at its lines. No lettering, no numbers and no brand marks anywhere on it. Prop only.
@WARSHIPS: three ancient Egyptian naval ships moored out beyond the yacht, enormous wooden hulls with high curved sterns ending in carved lotus finials, single tall masts with square sails furled on the yards, long banks of oars shipped along the sides and painted eyes on the bows. They stand higher than the yacht's upper deck and they fill the whole background behind it, dark old timber against the sky, rigging crossing in front of the light. Crews in linen kilts move about on their decks and none of them ever looks toward the camera. Prop only.
@PHARAOH: an Egyptian king in his forties, tall and lean, sun-browned skin, kohl-lined eyes, a short trimmed beard, a blue and gold striped nemes headdress, a broad gold collar, a white pleated linen kilt, gold arm cuffs and leather sandals. Black rectangular sunglasses sit flat across his eyes. He walks the way a man walks who is not being waited on: an even unhurried pace with no bounce in it at all, shoulders level, one hand loose at his side, the pleats of the kilt swinging. Signature tic: a slow chin lift once a job is done. He never looks toward the camera. Character appearance only.
@BACKS: two Egyptian dock hands standing on the quay in the part of the harbour closest to the lens with their backs to the camera, bare shouldered in linen kilts, a coil of rope over one shoulder, looking across at the yacht. They stand so close that their backs, shoulders and the backs of their heads fill the whole bottom left quarter of the picture and the bottom edge of every frame is cut off by them and by a stack of clay jars, not blurred and not out of focus but just as soft as everything else. They shift their weight and one of them moves the rope from one shoulder to the other, and neither ever turns toward the camera. Character appearance only.
@HARBOUR: a great river harbour in ancient Egypt in hard late morning sun, a long stone quay with mooring posts, coils of rope, stacked clay jars and reed baskets, a painted temple pylon standing above the warehouses behind, and the wide green brown water of the Nile beyond. Palms and mud-brick roofs run along the far bank in the haze. The light is hard and comes in low across the water, throwing hard glitter on it and long shadows up the quay. There is nothing modern in the harbour except @YACHT, @SUPERCARS and @SPEEDBOAT. The view comes from the quay behind two dock hands and a stack of jars, off to one side so the hull of @YACHT runs from the left edge of the picture across to the right and the ramp comes down across the frame from the upper right toward the lower left, 12 meters from the foot of the ramp, at chest height. The view is NEVER from the water, never head on to the ramp, never square on to the hull and never symmetrical, and the ramp is never a line running straight toward the lens. Environment only.
One unbroken take of 7 seconds from one hiding place on the quay: no cuts, no second camera, no new angles; only the zoom changes, slowly and a little at a time. This is ancient Egypt and every person in it is an ancient Egyptian. The open side of @YACHT with @SUPERCARS inside it, the ramp, @PHARAOH on it and @SPEEDBOAT tied at the foot are in the frame together in every single second, so it is plain what he has just come out of and what he is walking toward: the zoom never goes in on his face alone or on the cars alone. @WARSHIPS stand across the whole background behind the yacht in every frame. The backs and shoulders of @BACKS fill the bottom left quarter every second as well. He walks ACROSS the picture down the ramp and never toward the lens, and the camera never follows him. Everybody in the picture keeps moving and nobody ever holds still. The hand holding the phone is steady but human: the picture breathes, drifts and sags, the horizon sits a few degrees off and is corrected late, and every correction overshoots. This is what somebody standing on the quay happened to catch. Nobody speaks, and nobody in the harbour behaves as if any of this were unusual.
BEAT - 0.0 to 1.8 s, widest frame at 1x, zoom easing in to 1.4x @HARBOUR @YACHT @WARSHIPS @SPEEDBOAT @BACKS - The widest frame of the whole take: the harbour in hard low sun, the stone quay with its mooring posts and stacked jars, the painted pylon above the warehouses, the wide river beyond. The white hull of @YACHT runs from the left edge of the picture across to the right at a third of frame height, and @WARSHIPS stand behind it right across the background, dark old timber and furled square sails higher than its upper deck, rigging crossing in front of the light. The big door in the flank facing the quay is ALREADY a third of the way down on its two cables and still lowering, and a wedge of bright light is already spilling out of the opening. @SPEEDBOAT lies tied at the foot on two lines, gold and low, lifting and dropping on the swell. The backs and shoulders of @BACKS fill the bottom left quarter. At 1.5 seconds the zoom eases in to 1.4x in one slow move, drifting, the whole hull, the warships and the water still in the frame. - It is all the way open. -
BEAT - 1.8 to 3.6 s, 1.4x, zoom easing in to 2x, same position, no cut @YACHT @SUPERCARS @PHARAOH @WARSHIPS @BACKS - Same view, closer: the open flank of @YACHT fills the middle of the frame at half of frame height. By this moment the door is ALREADY all the way down and flat as a ramp running across the picture from the upper right toward the lower left, and the lit garage deck is open behind it with @SUPERCARS standing nose out in a row inside the hull, red, white and black, the strip lights running in long lines off their roofs. @WARSHIPS still fill the background above and behind. At 2.4 seconds @PHARAOH steps out of the lit opening onto the top of the ramp, sunglasses on, and starts down it at an even unhurried pace. At 3.0 seconds a crewman on the closest warship moves along its deck and does not look over. At 3.3 seconds the zoom eases in to 2x and the picture wobbles and is pulled back late. - He is going down. -
BEAT - 3.6 to 5.4 s, 2x, zoom easing back out to 1.7x, same position, no cut @HARBOUR @PHARAOH @YACHT @SUPERCARS @WARSHIPS @SPEEDBOAT @BACKS - At 3.8 seconds the zoom eases back out to 1.7x so the whole hull of @YACHT, the open deck with @SUPERCARS still standing in it, the full length of the ramp, @PHARAOH halfway down it, @SPEEDBOAT at the foot and the whole wall of @WARSHIPS behind are all in the frame together again, the king at a fifth of frame height. At 4.3 seconds he keeps going down the ramp across the picture at the same even pace, shoulders level, one hand loose at his side, the pleats of the kilt swinging, and he does not look at anything. At 4.9 seconds @SPEEDBOAT lifts on the swell and tugs at its lines. The picture drifts along the hull and is corrected late. - He is nearly at the bottom. -
BEAT - 5.4 to 7.0 s, zoom easing in to 2.6x, same position, no cut @PHARAOH @SPEEDBOAT @YACHT @WARSHIPS @BACKS - At 5.5 seconds the zoom eases in to 2.6x, the last slow step, holding @PHARAOH at two thirds of frame height off-center at the foot of the ramp with the gold of @SPEEDBOAT in the frame below him, the open lit flank of @YACHT still in the frame behind and the dark timber of @WARSHIPS above that, and a shoulder from @BACKS still in the bottom left corner. At 5.8 seconds he steps off the ramp straight down into @SPEEDBOAT without breaking his pace and without putting a hand out, and the boat takes his weight and settles. At 6.3 seconds he turns and sits down into the white leather seat, puts one arm along the back of it and looks out at the water. At 6.7 seconds he lifts his chin slowly, once. At 6.9 seconds the boat is still lifting and dropping under him. The picture breathes, drifts and sags until the last frame. - He is going out. -
No audio: a silent clip, no dialogue, no voices, no sound effects, no music. Ugly, pixelated, low-quality phone footage from the first frame to the last, all of it one unbroken handheld take.