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. 100Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEQwrGw4GC2
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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: 100Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLmNMY7HkcA
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. 100Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2xDWauHOQp
Change angle to second. The Informer stumbles towards the camera, looks tired, strained, drug-induced maybe, he speaks: 100Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡeAyQUmTxQ5
Informer: It was not like this at all. 100Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBVKV0n9KRu
Observer: How was it then? 100Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPlm3kbTDcZ
Informer: Completely different from your view. 100Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIVg6Kw0oC1
Observer: What other view is there... 100Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡP6pQz71lEz
Informer: You’re a sick creature and we don’t want you to return. 100Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ48TtYjXfWV
Observer: This is strange from what I’ve seen. 100Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡyxQ0aEWAB6
Informer: If you return you won’t be let in. 100Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzug5pgAZgK
Observer: They always let me in. Even Sundays. 100Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrPL3VCrWYh
Informer: They said that you can’t any longer. They told me everything about you. 100Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ70xZInut8q
Observer: What did they say about me? 100Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOg0Eng40dn
Informer: They said nothing. 100Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0khc9iTtDW
Observer: But what did they say? 100Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBIt8MptcLM
Informer: (with emphasis) They said nothing. 100Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMxKCOXVLvB
Observer: It is so. There are still truths to be found in the gutter...100Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡseeiNKlUrK
Informer: This is false. Those are my clothes and shoes. 100Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZQdVNzKjc7
Observer: That cannot be.100Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIWyzZL5sKK
Informer: That can only be. I work as a strip model at the Dean. So those are my clothes. 100Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1Qnnai7sVn
Observer: Why were they left behind?100Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjIbFzPy2LC
Informer: Wouldn’t you like to hear. 100Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0SMAhEJYQf
Observer: Please. It’s now all I have left. Let my drums sink into them. 100Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJpm3saBDlX
Informer: I fucked him over the Honda parked opposite. 100Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡuOeQSUClhH
Observer: What did it feel like? 100Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBABT8mnoj1
Informer: You would never know. Emotional memory distant. Leave away me now. 100Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPPHE60ihQL
Observer: And can’t ever feel. 100Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡo13OXLr2BX
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. 100Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNkSFsME4ob
Observer: And can’t ever be. 100Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAgX2XUaWy1
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: 100Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6I0szhKrEr
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. 100Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡyPHy1HMKOf
End. Blackout. Ends. 640 words. Almost there.100Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡaOccSk8kdB
