title sequence movie script, as media.

1. INT. STUDY ROOM – NIGHT
ANTHONY stands in front of a wall plastered with horrific
images and newspaper cutouts of crime scenes. There is a
blank spot in the midst of the collage. He walks up to
his desk, sits in front of a computer and starts to type
away in a frenzy. He describes a murder scene and as he
types, his expression starts changing with every word
that he notes down.
ANTHONY (V.O)
I am an artist, now my days are painted in blood,
FLASHBACK:
INT. CORRIDOR – NIGHT
ANTHONY stabs HENRY with a placid expression on his face.
HENRY’s eyes widen as he screams.
ANTHONY (V.O)
(low voice)
Every hour– a different hue.
ANTHONY wipes the sweat beads from his forehead with the
back of his hand and accidentally smears his face with
HENRY’s blood. HENRY lies face up on the floor with dark
incarnadine blood gushing out from the gash in his neck.
END FLASHBACK.
INT. STUDY ROOM – NIGHT
ANTHONY continues typing, sweat rolling down the side of
his face.
FLASHBACK:
INT. CORRIDOR – NIGHT
ANTHONY drags HENRY through the corridor slowly. HENRY’s
eyes are blankly staring into the camera.
ANTHONY (V.O)
I visualise nightmares, working with blurred tones,
HENRY’s blood trails after him as he moves out of the
shot.
END FLASHBACK.

2. INT. STUDY ROOM – NIGHT
ANTHONY gets up from his chair and grabs the camera next
to him.
ANTHONY (V.O)
This is me, and I am your vision.
ANTHONY leaves the room.
INT. INSPIRATION ROOM – NIGHT
ANTHONY puts the camera strap around his neck and walks
to the center of the room. HENRY’s body sits on a chair,
his arms hanging limply by his sides.
ANTHONY (V.O)
I appreciate beauty as it is,
ANTHONY fixes HENRY’s hair and straightens his tie.
ANTHONY steps back to admire his model as he takes a
quick picture from an awkward angle.
ANTHONY (V.O)
I capture it for what it is.
INT. STUDY ROOM – NIGHT
ANTHONY tapes his picture to the blank spot on the wall.
INT. INSPIRATION ROOM – NIGHT
ANTHONY sits on the chair placed in front of HENRY and
grabs a paintbrush from the side. His hand hovers over
the canvas as he looks at HENRY and swiftly draws a
curved line.
ANTHONY (V.O)
With each stroke I glide, moved by inspiration and the
canvas– is my stage.
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