shot in slow motion.

camera slowly and steadily rotates up from a shot of a spilled bag of white powder on the floor, to a pair of long stacy adams dress shoes, past baggy slacks, past a loose button down draped over a lanky frame, until it reaches the reddened face of doobs screaming PAPAAAA into the PA system, his eyes squeezed tightly shut.

upon reaching head level the camera slowly swings left to show halford frantically wheeling down the lego aisle in a wheelchair with mismatched wheels as store employees give chase, a young boy crying in confusion some 20 feet behind the action;

it continues past the aisle chase until it focuses on the shelving unit that forms the border of the aisle. after pausing momentarily, the shot smoothly tilts up to capture pn in a disheveled snuggy perched atop a 30 foot industrial shelving unit like spiderman. in his hands he clutches a phone with luis' numbr on speeddial. he is wildeyed with the TUTU sweats.

this song is playing in the background

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LwVXkM_YxMg

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=2850202&forum_id=2#28018295)

in the background, pn has scaled down the shelving unit headfirst like a squirrel. the snuggie fell up over his head in the process but failed to stop him from beginning a fistfight with an obese toys r us employee. an angry suburban mother with a bob haircut wildly swings a vera bradley purse at pn's head and shouts obscenities in a midwestern accent in front of a stroller lying on its side.

the shot speeds out of slow motion into real time as it spins to reveal bboooom step through the automatic doors with his arms at his sides and a blank stare on his face. he pitches forward headfirst as his legs pump to catch up with his top half, hurtling him into the fracas toward pn

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=2850202&forum_id=2#28021642)

no backing music: single snowflake drifts in cloudy twilight - back out to snowflake joining a multitude of other flakes before falling. overhead shot of alaskan landscape blanketed in snow, sparsely dotted by cabins with a small tendril of smoke rising from each. the snowstorm rolls over the landscape and turns the air opaque. field of vision shifts to focus on two cabins in particular.

a shot breaks the stillness. a scream of pain echoes: PAAAAAPAAAAAAAAAAAA

tense strings.

seconds pass, a tweaker emerges from one of the cabins in battered boots and a stained parka with ancient bolt-action rifle in hand. he rushes to check on his neighbor. short time skip, police lights flash and reflect on the snow, tweaker is being roughly pushed into a police car as snow continues to fall.

zoom to peter north tp on a bluff 150 yards away, garbed in an arctic camo ghillie snuggie. he looks up from his range finder. a rifle rests on its tripod and butt next to him. he narrows his eyes in satisfaction, collects his equipment into a doritos-branded rucksack, stalking into the swirling snow and quickly disappears from sight.

*fade to white, strings swell with ominous bass, title fade in*

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=2850202&forum_id=2#41826431)