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. 83Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUx71FWZObu
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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: 83Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZW9Csdb8yX
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. 83Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDWCaiUWwQd
Change angle to second. The Informer stumbles towards the camera, looks tired, strained, drug-induced maybe, he speaks: 83Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwaR6oqVCgc
Informer: It was not like this at all. 83Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡY4ljCGxRun
Observer: How was it then? 83Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbGxtuiRDgb
Informer: Completely different from your view. 83Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3YWtfIE7Hf
Observer: What other view is there... 83Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqoTYCEnGJD
Informer: You’re a sick creature and we don’t want you to return. 83Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6qk81OPTqQ
Observer: This is strange from what I’ve seen. 83Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHEaAs7EQHk
Informer: If you return you won’t be let in. 83Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdFU9Ienbne
Observer: They always let me in. Even Sundays. 83Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡR9kzlhNA9x
Informer: They said that you can’t any longer. They told me everything about you. 83Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlBYrnqJrGe
Observer: What did they say about me? 83Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2P1tSOLwBW
Informer: They said nothing. 83Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgQOKH4LLYN
Observer: But what did they say? 83Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZPPEQLhmtv
Informer: (with emphasis) They said nothing. 83Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡU1TIvwDUos
Observer: It is so. There are still truths to be found in the gutter...83Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSzGOkEoezt
Informer: This is false. Those are my clothes and shoes. 83Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7Ts8IBL3t8
Observer: That cannot be.83Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡy3Q4vRYakG
Informer: That can only be. I work as a strip model at the Dean. So those are my clothes. 83Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡX5ZY2mvalu
Observer: Why were they left behind?83Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡc83RsCnOlV
Informer: Wouldn’t you like to hear. 83Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡuYxeDn1UI8
Observer: Please. It’s now all I have left. Let my drums sink into them. 83Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ47PpYbiVst
Informer: I fucked him over the Honda parked opposite. 83Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqKI4nHksae
Observer: What did it feel like? 83Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHU1I7QaHQa
Informer: You would never know. Emotional memory distant. Leave away me now. 83Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYxViSBw45J
Observer: And can’t ever feel. 83Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡE8w5SMXS9R
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. 83Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXwIf8gxQtW
Observer: And can’t ever be. 83Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRayJ8yoZK3
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: 83Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJ4LM4aWtlu
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. 83Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡN3Gl9Ndiyr
End. Blackout. Ends. 640 words. Almost there.83Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTqfD08EQ8u
