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. 60Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVd4Mlojm6M
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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: 60Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTgAFaVxOX7
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. 60Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcbjKV7Eg30
Change angle to second. The Informer stumbles towards the camera, looks tired, strained, drug-induced maybe, he speaks: 60Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmmHR2NAqED
Informer: It was not like this at all. 60Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6GFmEClCGz
Observer: How was it then? 60Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGhSClIPFcH
Informer: Completely different from your view. 60Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWUfeLDdJ9R
Observer: What other view is there... 60Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlX3Evg5MlY
Informer: You’re a sick creature and we don’t want you to return. 60Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKyBT1DF8c8
Observer: This is strange from what I’ve seen. 60Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6aN7vtIhpx
Informer: If you return you won’t be let in. 60Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMRJHIqhMwG
Observer: They always let me in. Even Sundays. 60Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡW6D1dfxR0w
Informer: They said that you can’t any longer. They told me everything about you. 60Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmM8sdNoNc5
Observer: What did they say about me? 60Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWPHEVhZyXt
Informer: They said nothing. 60Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYKdplXiOCe
Observer: But what did they say? 60Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgb71dTgWaL
Informer: (with emphasis) They said nothing. 60Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡy08poH4dAo
Observer: It is so. There are still truths to be found in the gutter...60Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjYMXgbUDha
Informer: This is false. Those are my clothes and shoes. 60Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8Lz8tT2SQo
Observer: That cannot be.60Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsSB7gYACea
Informer: That can only be. I work as a strip model at the Dean. So those are my clothes. 60Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxn3Lgnxo0L
Observer: Why were they left behind?60Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwgkE84W0rk
Informer: Wouldn’t you like to hear. 60Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡv99nFOhWdm
Observer: Please. It’s now all I have left. Let my drums sink into them. 60Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡROagvH5XNm
Informer: I fucked him over the Honda parked opposite. 60Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmaAEnez42D
Observer: What did it feel like? 60Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4yIlAK3VN4
Informer: You would never know. Emotional memory distant. Leave away me now. 60Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrttJuRkcZ2
Observer: And can’t ever feel. 60Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGI7eFHEzhe
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. 60Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMGtoxK2bDY
Observer: And can’t ever be. 60Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVQ3J3IAcdK
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: 60Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9znaLdoGAc
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. 60Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZZlwQaQUcA
End. Blackout. Ends. 640 words. Almost there.60Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡC7tV6noEkK
