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Clips from Anon

Short Films 2018 912 clips

Credits

[hip music plays in boutique]
Did you get lucky last night?
Of course. Did you?
[female voice] I am an open window.
Over infinity.
A whole new world on your wrist.
I am Giguere de Corto.
["This Ecstatic Cult" plays in van]
It's my son.
He hasn't returned my calls.
It's not like him.
You know what happened?
Detected in the Ether an hour ago.
You sure you want to see?
Yes.
I want to.
[staticky rumbling]
[footsteps crunching]
[female voice] Step back... Step ba...
[woman] I know where I left it.
You can see in my record.
I left it in the hotel bathroom.
Show me the maid.
Can't help you.
Wish I could.
We're leaving.
[door opens, then shuts]
You didn't show her what happened a minute earlier.
Or what happened four hours later
when she sold the bracelet to pay rent.
At this moment, my client feared for his life.
Don't do it.
I haven't done anything.
He had a split-second to defend himself.
There was no way to know he wasn't reaching for a gun.
[lawyer] You can see from the infant's point of view
my client cooperated fully with authorities.
[lullaby plays]
[police sirens wail]
and perhaps, a jury.
Your client's judgment was severely impaired.
Let's discuss a plea agreement.
- Sir, there's... - I see it.
Charlie, how are the girls?
Still spending money like I got it.
James Cray.
Shot between the eyes.
Charlie.
When do we know who shot him?
Take a look how it ends.
You're cleared.
[choral music plays]
He enters his apartment.
Five minutes later, he's checking stock prices.
[static crackles]
[heavy breathing]
Shit.
Who are you?
He sees what the killer sees.
To hide himself.
The killers hacks into Cray's Mind's Eye.
- Cray's point of view... - What are you doing?
...now the killer's point of view.
He's looking at himself.
Before Cray could make sense of it...
Please, don't.
Please.
[gun cocks, fires]
Who could hack a human being?
It gets better.
As in worse?
Look at the metadata time of death.
Timeline ends at 1810 and 24 seconds.
Jesus.
Not just the identity-theft to hack the man's eye,
the victim's alone when he's killed.
Or that's what it looks like.
Shooter has no signature.
No identifying meta trail.
We actually got ourselves a whodunit.
Two.
Matches another case.
[staticky electronic music plays]
What's happening?
What is this?
Last visitor was of the female persuasion.
- The woman's ID? - Scrubbed.
By the by, this doesn't get out.
Let the press gossip. Officially, it's a suicide.
Charlie, this morning downtown...
I saw a ghost.
Face without a name?
Girl was a blank slate, no digital footprint.
Thought maybe it was a glitch, ran her again, nothing.
Another cipher.
Seeing too many.
Or not seeing.
- Send her to me. - You got it.
You with me, Sal?
Yeah, of course we are.
[static garbles]
Damn.
Oh, Jesus.
I'm out of here.
What were you watching?
Show me what you were watching right now
or you're never going to see me again.
Show me, Sal.
I can't.
No.
I really can't.