The dialogue-free movie follows two construction workers' bumbling attempts to carry a wooden floorboard through the streets of London.
In 1967, according to the backstory, during routine cleaning at Trinity College, Cambridge, items were found underneath a floorboard.
The loose floorboard by the pregnant woman's side of the bed.
And the young man shrugged and asked if they needed to get it taken out and could the apprentice do it and would it cost more or could he put the floorboard back safely and leave it there and just get on with the job?
The apprentice dusted down the bell, vacuumed away a century of small things fallen between the cracks, rang the bell – again softly, again quietly – one more time, and then he replaced the floorboard.
The floorboard he had fiddled with while sanding, promising to return with claw hammer and new nails before varnishing.
As you help yourself to the professional-grade milk frother that I, Debby, also gave to Todd Niesle, be careful not to step on the creaky floorboard, as it will alert the neighbor downstairs, who also has it in for me.
From the vibration of the floorboard on which they both stood Ennis could feel how hard Jack was shaking.
Sawdust generated by the artist upstairs sprinkled through cracks in the floorboard ceiling, shrouding his things in beige snowfall.
Aero chocolate wrappers and a pair of muddy Wellies littered the floorboard.
Lyga had been right about the gun, too; the highway patrolmen found a stainless-steel 9-millimetre pistol on the floorboard of the S.U.V.
