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. 38Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmD8wWYMLak
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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: 38Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDI0x2mLp0p
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. 38Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡN07b9d8iwp
Change angle to second. The Informer stumbles towards the camera, looks tired, strained, drug-induced maybe, he speaks: 38Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡar02xDe5cb
Informer: It was not like this at all. 38Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0JNp3wqqqR
Observer: How was it then? 38Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEsm2UIGUZE
Informer: Completely different from your view. 38Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5XR2Pjs60V
Observer: What other view is there... 38Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCsPK22dKdW
Informer: You’re a sick creature and we don’t want you to return. 38Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡeJeD8IDjin
Observer: This is strange from what I’ve seen. 38Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡovn8pwET4d
Informer: If you return you won’t be let in. 38Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsbZD8WNOx7
Observer: They always let me in. Even Sundays. 38Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡh5F9DvS3u9
Informer: They said that you can’t any longer. They told me everything about you. 38Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtVdU4jCB14
Observer: What did they say about me? 38Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWfG00ZqbOr
Informer: They said nothing. 38Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡn1U34eWxe1
Observer: But what did they say? 38Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7tFu9Q62IA
Informer: (with emphasis) They said nothing. 38Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTabMU8NQLH
Observer: It is so. There are still truths to be found in the gutter...38Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXCLlxl7LFe
Informer: This is false. Those are my clothes and shoes. 38Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡaIg3k7gY4d
Observer: That cannot be.38Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡeVgjwivxzI
Informer: That can only be. I work as a strip model at the Dean. So those are my clothes. 38Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡj9XsBJdKQT
Observer: Why were they left behind?38Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡb5NKRtxMRM
Informer: Wouldn’t you like to hear. 38Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0oYJqQwZii
Observer: Please. It’s now all I have left. Let my drums sink into them. 38Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUae9ly0FP3
Informer: I fucked him over the Honda parked opposite. 38Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnhKdezXJVS
Observer: What did it feel like? 38Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNuObBTWflj
Informer: You would never know. Emotional memory distant. Leave away me now. 38Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhKYkzrEJrK
Observer: And can’t ever feel. 38Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPARuOLfgTX
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. 38Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4E1HVYxoXi
Observer: And can’t ever be. 38Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6bhTbsUZsk
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: 38Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMnA5gE7cxn
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. 38Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡupMmMCwvE0
End. Blackout. Ends. 640 words. Almost there.38Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsyvEdagdwx
