Fade in...thumping music...Ne-Yo...Beautiful Monster. Camera pans up a pair of legs that go on forever and then pulls back to the gorgeous woman attached to them. She sits at a bar and nurses a martini, two olives. Close-up of the glass...then her face...then the glass.
Images of a club. Camera flits between patrons, and then rests for a long moment on a bearded man alone at a table. He drinks a beer in a tall pilsner glass. Close-up of the glass...then his face...then the glass. Camera searches the patrons again, this time stopping on another lone man, blonde, drinking something pink. Close-up of the glass...his face...the glass.
Back to the woman. She scans the room as if looking for someone...plays with the olives in her drink. Close-up of the drink and her long, manicured fingers stroking an olive.
A handsome black man enters the club. His clothes suggest money, lots of it. He wears a hat and slides his finger down the brim. The beautiful woman at the bar watches him all the way over.
"You waiting on someone?"
"I think he cancelled."
His eyes follow her fingers on the olive. The bartender sets a straight bourbon on the bar. Close-up of the glass. The amber liquid reflects the club's funky lighting.
"Classical or R&B? Fate or Free Will?"
She smiles with the glass at her lips. "Neither. Hard core rock."
He shrugs. "R&B. Free will."
"What if I had said classical?"
"Then I would say you believe in fate. Very structured. Each note and chord building to an inevitable end."
"Isn't that all music?"
He shakes his head, almost in annoyance. "R&B follows its own path..." His eyes follow a path down her long legs. Then he looks up suddenly.
"Excuse me for a moment."
He takes two steps forward, levels a 9mm at the bearded man. Two shots...head, heart. Turns amid screams to the blonde man. Finger on the trigger...camera follows the bullet to the heart, then the head. Changing it up. Whirls around to the bartender. Head, heart.
Finally, he turns to the woman, now cowering under the bar. Change to her perspective, looking up the barrel of the gun to his face. His finger moves almost imperceptibly.
Cue theme music."Out here in the field..."
The rest of the show was meh...Adrienne Barbeau was the villain...but it was still meh.
I watched the whole thing, though. A good beginning will do that.