Rory was an out of shape forty year old that stood five and a half feet tall and was wearing a cheap navy blue striped polyester suit with a wrinkled and stained almost white shirt. His old worn out black oxfords had heels that were separating. The phone booth
Scene begins with black. Cameraman/ reporter starts talking:
(Voice is low- like when you are talking to yourself to help complete a task)
“Okay, the power’s on and here is the blank disc.” There’s a whirring sound and the camera starts with a shot of a clearing with woods behind. It is daytime, preferably late afternoon with a couple of long shadows going to one side or other of the picture frame.
Reporter steps in front.
“We’re here today in the Masonville, about 65 kilometres North of Montreal where there have been numerous sightings of …” Reporter sees that the red indicator light has gone off, making him think something’s wrong with the camera. So he stops talking and steps close to the front of the camera, making the picture frame a close-up shot of his stomach.
“What the hell’s wrong with this thing? The batteries recharged. Maybe, it’s the disc…”
Screen goes blank.
More whirring noises. Same low voice- “Glad I brought some extras, you never know… okay , let’s start this thing up again…”
You see reporter step in front of the camera.
“We’re here today in the Masonville, about 65 kilometres North of Montreal where rumours of Bigfoot…. Damn, not again.”
Reporter beginning to look flustered.
“Okay, okay, get a hold of yourself. It’s probably something simple…”
Screen goes blank.
Whirring noise, screen come back on with the same scene.
Reporter’s back, now calm again.
“The Masonville Monster? Is it possible in this day and age that…”
Reporter steps toward the camera, face red.
There is a thumping sound and the camera lurches up and down.
Reporter’s voice coming from behind the camera.
“Miserable piece of Chinese shit! I spent all that money trying to get ONE GOOD STORY in this miserable fucking life and this is what I get. Well, that’s it! I’ve had it with this piece of junk!”
Camera moves upward rapidly and descends just as quickly. There is another thump.
Scene is now at ground level, sideways (vertical, not horizontal) a blade or two of grass in front of the camera.
Reporter’s voice is receding.
“I can’t believe it. Every fucking time I have a good lead something has to go wrong…”
Camera films the empty (no people) scene for about ten seconds and then a hairy leg comes into view. Then there’s a close up of a Bigfoot face smiling.
The camera turns off. There is much grunting, from curious sounds to anger. The camera is tossed again, bouncing and rolling. It suddenly switches on and captures a Bigfoot walking away into the woods.