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. 67Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMNU2NoRCsr
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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: 67Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnOa9K7tWwh
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. 67Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXO9hMH0aaR
Change angle to second. The Informer stumbles towards the camera, looks tired, strained, drug-induced maybe, he speaks: 67Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlI0ZkHbi4S
Informer: It was not like this at all. 67Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡriYwgQGyI5
Observer: How was it then? 67Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡM6q86GcO0l
Informer: Completely different from your view. 67Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡq4WMBT4JR6
Observer: What other view is there... 67Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡclgGjXCtgz
Informer: You’re a sick creature and we don’t want you to return. 67Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAxQVALzRyq
Observer: This is strange from what I’ve seen. 67Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0nG8eKi50P
Informer: If you return you won’t be let in. 67Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡySPmCqzVPt
Observer: They always let me in. Even Sundays. 67Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDtSsc9Duum
Informer: They said that you can’t any longer. They told me everything about you. 67Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGbNHUdlKYl
Observer: What did they say about me? 67Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDHmWNDiezp
Informer: They said nothing. 67Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8LfmC7EbiQ
Observer: But what did they say? 67Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUNG99nG3Hm
Informer: (with emphasis) They said nothing. 67Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡw93GSlDWIK
Observer: It is so. There are still truths to be found in the gutter...67Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡyFzR3puQx4
Informer: This is false. Those are my clothes and shoes. 67Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡchu8VIN9Id
Observer: That cannot be.67Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhMQQpVQZBe
Informer: That can only be. I work as a strip model at the Dean. So those are my clothes. 67Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNuVkpc5v7K
Observer: Why were they left behind?67Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHmLMc2rVPL
Informer: Wouldn’t you like to hear. 67Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsmlSrzHvOl
Observer: Please. It’s now all I have left. Let my drums sink into them. 67Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡi3KWNzEDFX
Informer: I fucked him over the Honda parked opposite. 67Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlFGUhvz2Lv
Observer: What did it feel like? 67Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡu5nE0Kei4q
Informer: You would never know. Emotional memory distant. Leave away me now. 67Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEv7t7oku6H
Observer: And can’t ever feel. 67Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWmYpELpnpg
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. 67Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqdXkWe6sjJ
Observer: And can’t ever be. 67Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCPadpwbcE0
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: 67Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKqL6yyx3im
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. 67Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLagoelCCqA
End. Blackout. Ends. 640 words. Almost there.67Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXf88LVtdCK
