INT. SUBWAY PLATFORM
A train speeds along the platform, gradually slowing down.
PSSSHH! Brakes engage, and the train comes to a stop.
HARRY, a white man appearing to be in his early thirties, has a face reminiscent of those mugshots in police reports. He wears a hoodie, the hood pulled low over his eyes.
He quickly steps into the car, pushing through the crowd, and drops into the first available seat.
Passengers shuffle in and settle down.
THUD! The doors close, and the train begins to move. The platform blurs past the windows. The clattering of wheels fills the space as the tunnel, like the jaws of a massive anaconda, swallows the train in an instant.
INT. SUBWAY CAR
The car hurtles through the tunnel, swaying wildly on the curves.
Harry stares indifferently at his shoes.
SLOW-MOTION SEQUENCE. QUICK-CUT MONTAGE.
People enter and exit the car at each stop. Harry sits motionless, unmoving. Passengers sit beside him, stand up, exit, bump into him—Harry doesn’t react.
End SLOW-MOTION. End MONTAGE.
The train slows. A few passengers disembark. There aren’t many left.
Harry stands. His posture is stooped, his hoodie ragged, its sleeves hanging in tatters at his elbows.
Harry is no longer the man he was before. His face now sports a beard, and his eyes—aged and weary, deep in the folds of wrinkles—are the only hint of the Harry he once was.
He moves toward the door, about to step off the train.
PSSSHH! The doors close right in front of Harry’s face.
INT. SUBWAY PLATFORM
…The train hurtles into the tunnel. Music plays—Puff Daddy rhythmically announces his plans for the evening.
The train’s lights grow smaller and smaller in the distance.
CREDITS.