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. 102Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLbZXBzkTi5
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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: 102Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7Y7WqiUgST
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. 102Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMKcbvvFHdD
Change angle to second. The Informer stumbles towards the camera, looks tired, strained, drug-induced maybe, he speaks: 102Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMFz13QnDhK
Informer: It was not like this at all. 102Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9W2ELayZuT
Observer: How was it then? 102Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVjg8sbIU5d
Informer: Completely different from your view. 102Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡChF8mJgOnW
Observer: What other view is there... 102Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡuQzLOIjulb
Informer: You’re a sick creature and we don’t want you to return. 102Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqRHUf8LXlR
Observer: This is strange from what I’ve seen. 102Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡR6VgjrnjVB
Informer: If you return you won’t be let in. 102Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡuEPb5iyCAB
Observer: They always let me in. Even Sundays. 102Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAw08GmFiRZ
Informer: They said that you can’t any longer. They told me everything about you. 102Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡoW87nWXjNW
Observer: What did they say about me? 102Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrDjy4wwVJ9
Informer: They said nothing. 102Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGbHbAYo6K8
Observer: But what did they say? 102Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSzamKkcNYc
Informer: (with emphasis) They said nothing. 102Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9HwXVN8RzW
Observer: It is so. There are still truths to be found in the gutter...102Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEvjIBqNTFL
Informer: This is false. Those are my clothes and shoes. 102Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnsHTgJBEm2
Observer: That cannot be.102Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡa4BAZiurI8
Informer: That can only be. I work as a strip model at the Dean. So those are my clothes. 102Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIM7bVWs3BE
Observer: Why were they left behind?102Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZO4v1iKM1x
Informer: Wouldn’t you like to hear. 102Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFMDWRpmPr8
Observer: Please. It’s now all I have left. Let my drums sink into them. 102Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfnb5jj5uYd
Informer: I fucked him over the Honda parked opposite. 102Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡeMQ8vFWZkE
Observer: What did it feel like? 102Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ19rl6scPjU
Informer: You would never know. Emotional memory distant. Leave away me now. 102Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWT7nQV6UV3
Observer: And can’t ever feel. 102Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFH2iKDHyNl
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. 102Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBEwgsr1f9K
Observer: And can’t ever be. 102Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡu6MS8v1W5w
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: 102Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXQ8IPnr8SG
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. 102Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvw64RuSCWt
End. Blackout. Ends. 640 words. Almost there.102Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ725EYhokfU
