It's about 2 am in rural Louisiana. We see a Rav-4 barreling down a lonely stretch of I-55, pulsating with the beats of Cardi B as five college students are road tripping to the Satchmo SummerFest. Inside the car, they are all laughing & talking, singing along, occupied with their phones, or keeping one eye on the road. The camera pans from one student to the next, as we see their youthful and exuberant faces. We cut to the contrasting silence of their outdoor surroundings - the bugs chirping in the summer night, a light breeze in the trees, the soft pulse that grows louder and then fades as the car approaches and then passes the camera. Back inside the car, we focus on the driver, who is head bobbing along while fantastically failing to rap along to the song, but tries anyway to look cool. He looks over briefly at the girl in the passenger seat he secretly has a crush on, and smiles to himself as he decides he will tell her how he really feels this weekend. We see his eyes suddenly start to get heavy, as he looks again at his crush. She is slumped over in her seat, peacefully asleep. He looks up at the rearview to see his friends have also fallen asleep. We cut back to the driver, who has lost his battle to stay awake. The camera cuts to the exterior on the road, and we see the car slowly drift off the road, smashing the silence of the night as the Rav-4 charges through the guard rail, sending debris everywhere as it continues forward, headed straight for a very large tree. Smash cut to the car's interior, where only Cardi B is active. An instant later, and the car has collided with the tree, sending bodies flying as some were not wearing their seat belts, while the drive and passenger are crushed against the tree as the vehicle accordions. The silence of the night returns, accompanied now by the hiss and groans of a twisted metal wreck.
We see Samuel Voss, a retiree and avid fisherman, sitting on his fishing boat out on Lake Pontchartrain. The waters lap lazily against the hull as Samuel sits, fishing rod between his legs in one hand, a beer coolie in the other. He watches the sun set slowly on the horizon in the cloudless sky, sighing peacefully as he enjoys another day of retirement. The water is disturbed slightly behind the boat – nothing that would sound out of the ordinary to a person. Soon, something emerges silently from the waters, creeping silently onto the boat. Samuel turns his head just as the figure pounces, taking them both overboard into the dark water beneath. There are signs of struggle beneath the water for a moment, and then once again become silent and still. We cut to a nearby beach the next morning, where a jogger is taking his morning constitution on the beach of the lake. He has his air pods in, his 80s motivational playlist on, and he’s on a good pace this morning. As he strides down the beach, he spots a form on the shore ahead. As he gets closer, he realizes it’s a person. They are face down, the waters gently lapping up against them. Samuel Voss’ retirement has come to an end.