EXT. WHALING SHIP OUT AT SEA – DAY MAN: [VOICEOVER] After 365 days at sea, rations were running low. An eighth of a pint of rum and a pinch of bread had to suffice each morning, at least till we pulled into our next port. But no one could say when that would be. Much of the crew
INT. APARTMENT – NIGHT [PITCH BLACK ROOM.] GIRL (V.O.): Auntie Jan? JAN (V.O.): Oh no! No! No! I sense darkness! Darkness! GIRL (V.O.): Shall I turn the light back on? JAN (V.O.): Yes please. THE END.
[A MAN AND A WOMAN SIT AT AN EMPTY DINNER TABLE.] WOMAN: Look, I’m breaking up with you. I can’t do this anymore. MAN: What isa dis? You tinka you’re jusa gonna run outona me? Who a gonna look after you like I do? Who a gonna provide for you like I do? Whosa a