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. 89Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ01edTbk4VK
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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: 89Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0AnQPshMxN
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. 89Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHK9Vdnhu4J
Change angle to second. The Informer stumbles towards the camera, looks tired, strained, drug-induced maybe, he speaks: 89Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUn1iNnFFa6
Informer: It was not like this at all. 89Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdXO18DNWxV
Observer: How was it then? 89Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRUthKs9cTv
Informer: Completely different from your view. 89Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡk8SpfxCDd7
Observer: What other view is there... 89Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsVoYpkiDli
Informer: You’re a sick creature and we don’t want you to return. 89Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6Up08n0g5z
Observer: This is strange from what I’ve seen. 89Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡo1RGQfP9ri
Informer: If you return you won’t be let in. 89Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUzwcVYHgtW
Observer: They always let me in. Even Sundays. 89Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJU3GW7sJuL
Informer: They said that you can’t any longer. They told me everything about you. 89Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBvwKiLZWGF
Observer: What did they say about me? 89Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQNHTcbgNnS
Informer: They said nothing. 89Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXhy4pCtcOW
Observer: But what did they say? 89Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfbTp5AwOjS
Informer: (with emphasis) They said nothing. 89Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjYoxhg5Qqq
Observer: It is so. There are still truths to be found in the gutter...89Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbXfIWPRIy0
Informer: This is false. Those are my clothes and shoes. 89Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡN0AfzAFvxY
Observer: That cannot be.89Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGfu37K7vrv
Informer: That can only be. I work as a strip model at the Dean. So those are my clothes. 89Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbcgWsqUOTA
Observer: Why were they left behind?89Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3V1kRbABl0
Informer: Wouldn’t you like to hear. 89Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNaMMdXPrtV
Observer: Please. It’s now all I have left. Let my drums sink into them. 89Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZ8GUm4kfTz
Informer: I fucked him over the Honda parked opposite. 89Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcmJQiCtVIH
Observer: What did it feel like? 89Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡD7hzB7Aei5
Informer: You would never know. Emotional memory distant. Leave away me now. 89Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgwf2o6OYh1
Observer: And can’t ever feel. 89Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡX7sVmhT5as
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. 89Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWozoxQI4k7
Observer: And can’t ever be. 89Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDZG5Rr3zcQ
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: 89Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡV5YNBZSMSW
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. 89Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡeoxreKyxhX
End. Blackout. Ends. 640 words. Almost there.89Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbd3lAVbBAF
