Shot of man's eyes looking at something directly in front of him. They are pained, tears well up to the point of running down his face. A woman is talking to him, pleading as the camera zooms out into a shot of his whole face and the top of his shoulders..
Molly. Stop peeking please. Come on, don't just sit staring Fats, just give me a bit of privacy for once and respect my wishes.
From the shot we can now see that there is a trail of smoke rising above the man's left shoulder. He is in a restrained agony.
Molly. I don't peek with you, do I. Stop being a funny guy Fats, don't be scum.
He puts his right hand above his right eye, dropping something when it is covering his eye.
Cut to: Shot of magnifying glass smashing on the floor.
Cut back: Man holding his right hand over his right eye.
Molly. That's better... Hey! Don't be sneaky! The other 'and 'nd all.
He puts his left hand above his left eye. There has been a hole burned into it, so that it goes all the way through his hand. He looks through the hole in his hand. There is a gasp.
Molly. You bastard. You always have to peek!
We hear the sound of a door slamming as she presumably leaves.
Fats. (to us) You should see her when she cries.
We continue this shot with his hands over the eyes for a while.
Cut to: Man's POV, through the hole in his hand. The television is on, to the left of the shot where the camera would have originally been located, it shows a Man covering his eyes with his hands.
