![]() Unzipping the jacket reveals a nude-colored dress.īEYONCÉ (V.O.): I tried to change, closed my mouth more.Ĭut to BEYONCÉ trying to swim submerged in the water.īEYONCÉ (V.O.): Tried to be soft, prettier.Ĭut to BEYONCÉ's face behind a curtain of bubbles, drowning.Ĭut to various shots: one underneath a mass of fabric, another of BEYONCÉ floating inside a decked out, regal bedroom completely submerged in water. Title is displayed over a zoom in on her chest area, the golden zipper on her black jacket being undone by her left hand. the future merge to meet us here.Ĭut to Beyoncé in an archaic tub in a brick room lighted by natural lighting and a few meager candles in the background, face calm, legs up.īEYONCÉ (V.O.): What luck. ![]() In the foreground, the leaves of a plant block the face of the woman in the rocking chair.īEYONCÉ (V.O.): What are you hiding? The past, and.Ĭut to shot under the table, with backside of woman sitting at wooden porch steps in view, picking at something.īEYONCÉ (V.O.). Able to exist in two places at once.Ĭut to shot of black woman in green dress, sitting on a set of wooden steps, eyes closed.īEYONCÉ (V.O.): In the tradition of men in my blood you come home at 3AM and lie to me.Ĭut to shot of woman dressed in white, about ten feet away, rocking in rocking chair. She holds onto the railing of a wooden fence-like structure with her left hand.īEYONCÉ (V.O.): You remind me of my father, a magician. ![]() Camera pans behind women, who are perfectly still.īEYONCÉ (V.O.): Where do you go when you go quiet?Ĭut to shot of a black woman wearing a dress with an elaborate black bodice with red-tinting, her left shoulder emblazoned with a tattoo reading "Dream Big". At least four are sitting with their legs hanging over the side on the floor of the pavilion, and at least eight are standing. Camera moves forward.īEYONCÉ (V.O.): Unknown women wander the hallways at night.Ĭut to shot of at least twelve black middle-aged women in a pavilion-type wooden structure, all dressed in elaborate white gowns. A stairway leads to nothing.Ĭut to black, then to a shot facing upwards, shot filled with tree branches covered in a whitish, bunched up cloth material. Food lies on the table in the background.īEYONCÉ (V.O.): I tried to make a home outta you.Ĭut to shot of woods from view of wooden cabin porch.īEYONCÉ (V.O.): But doors lead to trapdoors. Cut to pale female next to wooden cabin, looking in the other direction. ![]() Wooden outhouse in background about fifteen feet away. Title is displayed from monochromatic low angle camera near tree root. ![]()
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