1/ Dagdiesel. A small, modern boat is tied to the remnants of the dock.
Verna (Cap): How far out are we?
2/ From what’s left of the rafters, we see three figures enter, light pouring around them into the musty darkness. Verna, the director, Maurice, the location scout, and Homer, a photographer. There are plenty of birds, and even though we don’t see anything, a definite presence of something else. Verna and Maurice are simply admiring the scenery, Homer is snapping picture after picture.
Maurice: About a mile off the coast.
Homer: What’s the name of it again? Dagdiesel? What does that mean?
3/ Maurice shrugs.
Maurice: Dunno. There’s not much info on it. Conflicting half-truths at best.
Maurice: Should work for the big finale, though. Nobody’ll mind if we blow a few holes in the wall.
4/ Homer has lowered his camera for the first time, reacting poorly to the thick layer of droppings he’s just stepped in.
Homer: Gotta sweep up after the birds.
5/ Verna puts her hands on her hips. Content. The others are equally at ease. From the same rafter-perched view as before, the birds have scattered. There is now an inhuman hand, attached to an inhuman shadow, watching the trio. They don’t notice.
Verna: It’s perfect.