Brett and Scarlet

I see a couple sitting on a very stylish sofa. They are handsome, sophisticated, both have beautiful coal black hair and are well groomed. I think they are called Brett and Scarlet; they give the impression of having finally married after a long and tempestuous affair.

They are at the house of some friends, another married couple. This couple are well groomed also - she is blonde and him a brunette: they are handsome too but somehow a little more bland than Brett and Scarlett.

The evening is polite, the couples sit and chit chat. The women are mute though, lacking in animation, as if something essential might be missing from their character. And the two men, they engage in shallow banter, yet there is an undercurrent of something else, something paranoid and violent - Brett suspects that this husband might be after his wife.

The evening relaxes a little as Brett and Scarlett lie out together on the settee, reveling in one anothers presence. They leave, it is dark and they are driving on an unlit road across a harsh desert like landscape.

Suddenly a car swerves round them and the couple are cut up in flashing headlights and veer off the road. Brett is enraged. He swings the car round on the desert sand looking for the man who cut him up. He is driving wildly in circles, farther and farther from the road in search of this 'other' that is clearly now nowhere to be seen.

I watch him drawing circles in the sand from a distance above (before now I have been inside the car with them) - in a cinematic scene the camera pans back and I see that they are now circling near the edge of a long peninsula overhanging a chasm. I want to shout to save them, but watch helpless as a few seconds later, the car plunges off the edge into the abyss.