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. 75Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtO5iAR3cu2
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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: 75Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkUnpLH48AI
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. 75Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbuCTA9d7lw
Change angle to second. The Informer stumbles towards the camera, looks tired, strained, drug-induced maybe, he speaks: 75Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGKzv6OulOO
Informer: It was not like this at all. 75Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTVA0rmC19P
Observer: How was it then? 75Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYaMY6sr65Y
Informer: Completely different from your view. 75Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡu0srCBvs9w
Observer: What other view is there... 75Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡy9dfASYw6w
Informer: You’re a sick creature and we don’t want you to return. 75Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTcgstlc6qv
Observer: This is strange from what I’ve seen. 75Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡh18jziAKom
Informer: If you return you won’t be let in. 75Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ47gAxeydnw
Observer: They always let me in. Even Sundays. 75Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8Alh4BEtK1
Informer: They said that you can’t any longer. They told me everything about you. 75Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOVryuPa9a7
Observer: What did they say about me? 75Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQWnqqhrcHd
Informer: They said nothing. 75Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjaIr3zzTkD
Observer: But what did they say? 75Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡICRfimUiAP
Informer: (with emphasis) They said nothing. 75Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKsmN82P31V
Observer: It is so. There are still truths to be found in the gutter...75Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEzfXgxMitG
Informer: This is false. Those are my clothes and shoes. 75Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡh0i57YDuYJ
Observer: That cannot be.75Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCBBExN0klo
Informer: That can only be. I work as a strip model at the Dean. So those are my clothes. 75Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqokz5hXb9K
Observer: Why were they left behind?75Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOTpBNyF6eb
Informer: Wouldn’t you like to hear. 75Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡC8sCTHt0Nu
Observer: Please. It’s now all I have left. Let my drums sink into them. 75Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOv3Rfe2Jss
Informer: I fucked him over the Honda parked opposite. 75Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡuJAnwT91qJ
Observer: What did it feel like? 75Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1NbesTXYNP
Informer: You would never know. Emotional memory distant. Leave away me now. 75Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡihJiQUqeJm
Observer: And can’t ever feel. 75Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5sKalV9isV
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. 75Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIED8SMvNGA
Observer: And can’t ever be. 75Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0NvfLXrs9Z
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: 75Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkTIFDiUSCy
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. 75Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8PMzKnYxa8
End. Blackout. Ends. 640 words. Almost there.75Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡX6RaS4Gi80
