tenants...
and it was not uncommon
for them...
to threaten each other
with a shotgun...
or one of the many handguns
kept in the house.
Im going to put you down!
And when the shotgun
accidentally went off...
You asshole!
Sydney just happened to pass.
What?
Shut the fuck up!
Added to this,
the tenants turned out to be...
Fay and Arthur Barringer...
Sydneys mother and father.
When confronted
with th
struggling to secure the rope around a
hook inside his own stall. KNOCKING (o.s.)
COP (o.s.)
Doctor Hudson? Are you okay in
there?
The MAN lets slip a little slack.
HELENS fingers, thrusting between the rope and her neck,
get just enough air for HELEN to let out a strangled little
scream.
CORRIDOR: COP, not certain what to do about the ambiguous
sounds from inside. Women stands nearby, inhibiting
struggle of a hero
beset by perils...
riding to magnificent victory
and ultimate triumph...
as described in the development section
of the first movement.
I want to draw your attention
to the third movement.
We no longer hear the hero,
but a goblin.
Thank you, mother.
Single, solitary goblin...
walking across the universe...
from beginning to end.
Why a goblin?
- I beg your pardon?
- Why a goblin
First, a sky over chimney pots and church towers, with masses of thundercloud and a black cloud moving toward the sun.
Cut to:
Piccadilly Circus, London. Flower sellers (women in shawls with baskets) seated round the base of the Eros monument. Among them Liza Doolittle, the only young one. The rest are elderly or middle aged. All, including Liza, are too poorly clad and dirty to be attractive. L