Note for filming: 2 camera angles used, one fisheye of observer’s face from below, other of the Informer’s in street, low angle, distorted. Filming locations ideally Gas Works Rd. & Hibernian Rd., Cork city. Time ideally day. Costumes ideally nondescript, as ordinary as possible. Props optional. 59Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmmcO4g0Bl3
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Establishing shot shows street. Wall. Street. Drone off into sky. Return. Switch to observer’s face. Observer woman mid 20s, starring off front, distant eyes, moving forwards slowly, shawl or scarf tight around head. Observer voice over plays after a few moments, lasts until appearance of Informer. Voiceover is as follows: 59Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ78u14p4Kfu
Observer Voiceover: Back along the streets I used to walk on. Picking stories out. Bruise marks mean heeled feet. A pair of tights and a sports jacket, college night out. Cork crests. Look into the broken glass see his alcohol tolerance. And no-one in sight. No-one ever in sight. Every cig end was smoked once. All the mouths. All the feet, socks, shoes, tramping on through. Don’t touch with fingers. Fingers carry the little killers. But look at that shoe tossed away. Whose was that? Athletic one. A man approaches. 59Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKRkAUJwFU3
Change angle to second. The Informer stumbles towards the camera, looks tired, strained, drug-induced maybe, he speaks: 59Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡx9TuAgK72e
Informer: It was not like this at all. 59Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡltjZnbT9bZ
Observer: How was it then? 59Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBiElG4L74l
Informer: Completely different from your view. 59Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFd6nL4g3Y3
Observer: What other view is there... 59Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4wzeVhmRQa
Informer: You’re a sick creature and we don’t want you to return. 59Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0HwFGstW4X
Observer: This is strange from what I’ve seen. 59Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwrNIHBQWbR
Informer: If you return you won’t be let in. 59Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLdoB4WHTo5
Observer: They always let me in. Even Sundays. 59Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ307dbSKuUQ
Informer: They said that you can’t any longer. They told me everything about you. 59Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ28I0L3NqWy
Observer: What did they say about me? 59Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡF0uUYqBL5u
Informer: They said nothing. 59Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhBrgtDINMj
Observer: But what did they say? 59Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwRUuth8u4t
Informer: (with emphasis) They said nothing. 59Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjFHDzog65T
Observer: It is so. There are still truths to be found in the gutter...59Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsnywVANl1O
Informer: This is false. Those are my clothes and shoes. 59Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡo8vbvcr3py
Observer: That cannot be.59Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJWObKMcAlG
Informer: That can only be. I work as a strip model at the Dean. So those are my clothes. 59Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLN2VHdYoKl
Observer: Why were they left behind?59Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVgv8WdZLQE
Informer: Wouldn’t you like to hear. 59Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAoNIN46yxb
Observer: Please. It’s now all I have left. Let my drums sink into them. 59Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIhe01N0bSx
Informer: I fucked him over the Honda parked opposite. 59Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ096R92OCQX
Observer: What did it feel like? 59Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIUe2FGFOyN
Informer: You would never know. Emotional memory distant. Leave away me now. 59Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlnbdXqep5Q
Observer: And can’t ever feel. 59Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsdRMApbqRZ
Informer: And another thing. They told me all about you and there was a bit more. They said you know no-one and should never be listened to. You are darkness. You are emptiness packed with cig butts and trays of dead grease. You are nothing and won’t ever be. 59Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7vjKkNKyRo
Observer: And can’t ever be. 59Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQYVvUoPMsT
Suddenly, the Informer vanishes out of existence. Sudden blackout. Then. Observer awakes on ground. How many years has it been. Voiceover voice now distorted and rough from age and use. POV angle of Observer getting up from street. Cut back to fisheye angle of face. Continue walking along with voiceover monologue playing until end. The shawl is gone now. Hair is messy. Voiceover is as follows: 59Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnRI6AdhTpH
Observer Voiceover: And that was it. That was all that all it was. Walking back along. Always find my way back somehow. Same old place somehow. So many streets in Cork. So many middle, first names. I run out of hyperfixations, run out of fancy lightings, my meaning becomes abstract. I become now the abstraction of me. Forever doomed. Never can be. And see again. Same old clothes, left behind in the shit drain. Junkie turd levelled on a pair of sad tights. Fall now. Become the studied shit. 59Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXKfxRc5xaD
End. Blackout. Ends. 640 words. Almost there.59Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfXk1y8fOOt
