three! video ☞after evening sirens
[ Just enough light is coming in from ground level to make out that the shot is facing into the dugout, and to pick up a figure sitting off to the side and looking out. Claire doesn't seem affected by the setting, although his message is a little less frenetic than usual. Getting pulled after sirens is an extremely unpleasant experience. Normally that’s not his problem. Tonight it means he's got some time to kill. ]
A very good evenin’ to all the ladies and gentlemen of the Port.
I'm lookin' for Chane Laforet, if anyone knows her. To those who don't she's got black hair down to here and gold eyes and has a book-shaped NV and she looks like angels sculpted her. Her NV’s been offline a few days, though. [ He knows. He called it a lot. He also looked for her very thoroughly. Apologies to anyone whose windows he peered into. Especially to those not on the ground floor of their buildings - hope he didn’t scare you. ] Which means she ain’t here any more. She's "gone home".
[ There’s a minute's interlude as he stares steadily out at the field. Suddenly he blinks and looks back at the camera. ]
Sorry, I sleep with my eyes open sometimes. Neat trick, right?
What was I sayin'? Right. She’s gone home. But she’s definitely comin’ back. That's why I want you to keep an eye out for her, and call me when she turns up. I'm watchin' out here at night, and if she comes back durin' the day it oughta be safe enough, but... [ He looks pensive, obviously trying to work out what to say. Finally he breaks out the most melodramatic hangdog expression he can manage and turns to the NV to deliever it full-blast. How could you refuse that face?! ] It’s just lonesome without her!
A very good evenin’ to all the ladies and gentlemen of the Port.
I'm lookin' for Chane Laforet, if anyone knows her. To those who don't she's got black hair down to here and gold eyes and has a book-shaped NV and she looks like angels sculpted her. Her NV’s been offline a few days, though. [ He knows. He called it a lot. He also looked for her very thoroughly. Apologies to anyone whose windows he peered into. Especially to those not on the ground floor of their buildings - hope he didn’t scare you. ] Which means she ain’t here any more. She's "gone home".
[ There’s a minute's interlude as he stares steadily out at the field. Suddenly he blinks and looks back at the camera. ]
Sorry, I sleep with my eyes open sometimes. Neat trick, right?
What was I sayin'? Right. She’s gone home. But she’s definitely comin’ back. That's why I want you to keep an eye out for her, and call me when she turns up. I'm watchin' out here at night, and if she comes back durin' the day it oughta be safe enough, but... [ He looks pensive, obviously trying to work out what to say. Finally he breaks out the most melodramatic hangdog expression he can manage and turns to the NV to deliever it full-blast. How could you refuse that face?! ] It’s just lonesome without her!