Establishing shot. An empty back alley in Paris. It rains. The sound of footsteps, each making a splash, is slowly impeding at an increasing pace. The protagonist enters the screen in a hurried state. He wears a trench coat and a fedora, the only source of light emanating from him is the lit cigarette slowly burning out in the corner of his month. He hastily looks around, mumbles something inaudible (actually, it's just French), then continues hurrying, towards the camera.
Suddenly, a lightning strike. Then, a gunshot. Black screen. Silence. The black screen fades and the protagonist falls …