70 EXT. BACK STREET. NIGHT
DANIEL,
running fast, turns into a back street, stops, looks back, waits for a moment. He
is not being chased
71 STREET OUTSIDE BUILDING SITE. NIGHT
CONSTABLE DAVID opens the back door to the paddy wagon
for HONEY as the Fire Engine drives off.
HONEY
I want to sit up
the front with you?
CONSTABLE
DAVID
You can’t.
HONEY (grins)
That’s not a nice
thing to call a lady!
72 INT. PADDY WAGON. NIGHT
HONEY, backpack in her lap, sits between CONSTABLE DAVID
and the SECOND POLICEMAN who is driving.
CONSTABLE DAVID has emptied the contents of Honey’s wallet in his lap.
CONSTABLE
DAVID
No ID?
HONEY (grins)
Identity free.
CONSTABLE
DAVID
Got a name, I hope!
HONEY
No-one in particular.
CONSTABLE
DAVID
Gotta be someone.
HONEY
Okay, you can call me ‘someone’.
CONSTABLE
DAVID
How old are you, ‘someone’?
HONEY
Sixteen. What about you guys? (A BEAT) Your
names, I mean.
The two cops exchange looks.
CONSTABLE
DAVID
Constable Timmins.
HONEY
Your first name’s ‘constable’!?
CONSTABLE
DAVID
David.
HONEY
Davo. And you?
SECOND
POLICEMAN
Trevor.
HONEY
Trev and Davo. You both got girlfriends?
Boyfriends?
73 INT. DARKROOM
DANIEL, bathed in red dark room light, immerses a white
sheet of photographic paper in a tray of developing solution. A ghost image
appears. It is Honey – her arms held out, the expression on her face a plea for
help.
74 INT. POLICE STATION. NIGHT
HONEY draws a caricature of the DUTY SERGEANT in her
journal. TREVOR and DAVID and OTHER POLICE are in the room.
HONEY
I’m hungry, I
need a meat pie or something, and a can of coke and…
The POLICE are not sure how to deal with HONEY.
HONEY
…and I’ve got my
period so I need some tampons and…
DUTY
SERGEANT
Now hang on a
second, missy ‘someone’. You can’t just…order us around like you own the place.
HONEY
Police are public
servants, right?
The DUTY SERGEANT nods warily.
HONEY
And I’m a member
of the public, right?
The DUTY SERGEANT smiles. The OTHER POLICEMEN laugh.
HONEY
Don’t suppose any of you guys have a durri do
you?
The DUTY SERGEANT holds a packet of cigarettes out to
HONEY.
75 INT. DANIEL’S STUDIO. NIGHT
DANIEL
stands in front of a rack with a dozen or so 10 x 8 photos hanging from it. We
see them from behind, their white backs only. As DANIEL looks at them it
becomes clear that there is one, in particular, that excites him.
76 EXT. SUBURBAN STREET. NIGHT
As he
approaches his house DANIEL switches off the engine of his Harley and cruises
the last 50 meters silently. There is just a hint of dawn in the eastern sky.
77 INT. DANIEL AND HELEN’S BEDROOM DAWN
DANIEL
creeps into the bedroom, sees the bed empty. He walks to the window, looks out,
sees:
Through
window of the Granny Flat, HELEN sitting on the edge of the bed staring into
space; JASPER asleep beside her.
78 INT. GRANNY FLAT. DAWN
DANIEL
appears in the doorway, a 10 x 8 photo in his hand. HELEN, lost in her
memories, doesn’t notice him at first. DANIEL moves towards her. She becomes
aware of him, wipes the tears from her eyes dismissively. DANIEL sits beside
her, tries to put his arm around her. She pulls away, stands up, holds up her
hands: “No”. DANIEL gestures ”OK”.
HELEN
Sorry…
DANIEL
gestures “OK” again, stands, walks towards the door. HELEN covers her face with
her hands for a moment, emotionally confused, then rushes to intercept DANIEL
at the door.
JASPER
watches her parents. They do not notice her.
HELEN clings
to DANIEL, crying. He strokes her gently. HELEN takes the photo from his hands,
looks at it.
HELEN
Wow!
79 EXT. POLICE STATION. DAY
HELEN walks
from a police station towards her car.
HELEN (voice off)
Officially, cops
couldn’t tell me anything… protocols, procedures, bla bla…
80 EXT. ART GALLERY. NIGHT
DANIEL,
HELEN and JASPER (all dressed up in their best) make their way towards the
Gallery entrance.
HELEN
…unofficially…she’s
sixteen but won’t tell them her name, where she’s from…calls herself
‘Someone’…I’ll follow it up tomorrow…
DANIEL
Thanks.
HELEN
Nervous?
DANIEL nods.
HELEN takes his hand.
DANIEL
kisses her on the cheek. JASPER takes DANIEL’S other hand as they walk past the
DOORMAN.
81 INT. ART GALLERY.NIGHT
JASPER’S point of view as they walk into the gallery:
Well dressed PATRONS drink champagne,
eat canapés, looks at black and white photos of street people on the walls.
JASPER
Shit, there’s Jasmin?
HELEN
Jasper! Language.
JASMIN wearing high heels, short skirt, breasts barely
contained by an uplift bra, talks animatedly with a PATRON.
JASPER
She looks just like her photo.
As they move
into the crowded gallery, as DANIEL is greeted by FRIENDS and PATRONS, JASPER
can’t take her eyes off JASMIN.
We follow
JASPER at the level of her eyes as she moves through the crowd – eyes open,
observing, glancing at photos, looking up at PATRONS, stopping in front of:
Jasmin, dressed in a micro-mini
skirt, tight tank-top, argues
with a policeman - hands on his hips, exasperated, at the end of his tether.
Jasmin challenges him – finger pointed just an inch from the policeman’s nose.
JASPER stares at the
photo, points her finger at it in imitation of Jasmin’s gesture. She turns to
see, through the crowd, DANIEL and HELEN walking up to JASMIN. Introductions.
On the other
side of the gallery:
DANIEL
My wife, Helen.
JASMIN
smiles warmly.
JASMIN
Hi Helen.
HELEN smiles
nervously.
HELEN
Hi Jasmin.
JASMIN
You’re even more beautiful than Danny Boy
said.
HELEN looks
at DANIEL, smiles, links her arm through his.
JASMIN
You do know your husband is mad as a cut
snake, don’t you?
HELEN nods,
laughs, relaxes.
On the other
side of the gallery JASPER watches with interest as HELEN and JASMIN talk with
increasing animation.
Elsewhere in the gallery DANIEL stands in front of a
photo that is clearly an exhibition favourite. The TEEN MODEL Daniel smiled at
in his studio, flirts with DANIEL now.
TEEN MODEL
She’s awesome…her
eyes…wow! All the photos…I mean…
HELEN,
talking with JASMIN, observes:
The TEEN
MODEL laughing with DANIEL. She touches him on the chest as she throws her head
back to laugh. A middle aged woman (MIRIAM), note pad in hand, taps DANIEL on the shoulder.
Back with DANIEL and the TEEN MODEL as he turns.
MIRIAM
I’m Miriam
Coulter. From ‘Art Today’.
DANIEL is pleasantly surprised.
MIRIAM
Have you got a moment?
Elsewhere in
the gallery HELEN and JASMIN continue their talk. DANIEL and MIRIAM can be seen talking in the background.
HELEN
…from your
photo…I thought you were pretty scary.
JASMIN (laughs)
It’s all an act.
I’m a closet wimp…
HELEN
smiles, sips her champagne.
HELEN
Jasmin, I hope
you don’t mind… what… I mean…if you don’t mind my asking…
JASMIN
‘What’s a nice
girl like you doing working in a place like this?’
HELEN
laughs.
MIRIAM writes in her note book. HELEN and JASMIN can be
seen talking in the background. JASMIN is doing most of the talking. HELEN
nods, listens – intrigued; fascinated.
MIRIAM
So, your first exhibition?
DANIEL nods. MIRIAM raises her eyebrows; surprised.
MIRIAM
This is good
work, Daniel. Very good. You should be proud. The photo of the girl…marvelous.
Dynamic…
MIRIAM gestures to the photo with the crowd in front of
it.
Back with
HELEN and JASMIN. HELEN’S glass is being re-filled with champagne by a WAITER.
HELEN (laughs)
My fantasies!? Don’t get me started…
JASMIN
Nothing shocks me
anymore… French, Golden showers, B & D. I actually quite like B & D.
Whipping men! Yeah! I’m not too keen on Greek, though…
HELEN, fascinated, does not notice JASPER’S approach.
HELEN
Greek?
JASMIN
Anal. And I won’t
kiss ‘em. Not for any money. That’s where I draw my line.
JASPER (voice off)
Who won’t you kiss for money?
JASMIN
Hello sweetheart.
HELEN is shocked to discover JASPER standing beside her.
JASMIN
What’s your name? I’m Jasmin.
JASPER
I’m Jasper. This
is my mother, Helen.
JASMIN
Let me guess, Jasper. Nine? Ten?
JASPER
Nine and a half.
JASMIN
My son is…nine and three quarters. Donald.
JASPER
You have a son!?
JASMIN (nods)
And a daughter,
Abigail. Abbie’s three.
JASPER
Jasmin, what do
prostitutes actually do to men?
JASMIN laughs. HELEN tenses up.
JASMIN (laughs)
You should talk with your mum about that.
JASPER looks up at HELEN but she is blushing and
speechless.
JASPER
Mum?
HELEN, lost for words, laughs a little nervously.
GALLERY
OWNER (voice off)
Everyone!
The GALLERY OWNER, microphone in hand, stands in front of
a large black and white photo of a bearded hobo (Grant) pushing a shopping
trolley filled with his worldly possessions.
GALLERY
OWNER
Well, Daniel, here we are. How many years has
it taken? Eight?
DANIEL
Nine.
GALLERY
OWNER
For nine years
Daniel, has been stalking the streets of Sydney late at night terrorizing his
subjects with his camera…No, seriously…
82 EXT. ENTRANCE. ART GALLERY. NIGHT
GRANT approaches the front entrance to the art gallery.
GALLERY
OWNER (voice off)
It is through
Daniel’s photos that we come to know those in our community that are all too
often out of sight out of mind; hidden from view. It is…
83 INT. ART GALLERY. NIGHT
HELEN looks proudly at DANIEL; JASPER swells with pride.
GALLERY
OWNER
…through Daniel’s
ability to get to know these men and women as individuals and not merely as
subjects…
84 EXT. ENTRANCE. ART GALLERY. NIGHT
The GALLERY OWNER continues with his speech as GRANT
stands smiling at the confused and embarrassed DOORMAN.
GALLERY
OWNER (voice off)
…his ability to
breach the gap between ‘us’ and ‘them’…
DOORMAN
I’m sorry sir but
the gallery’s not open to the public this evening.
GALLERY
OWNER (voice off)
It is through
Daniel’s ability to get to know his subjects as friends…
85 INT. ART GALLERY. NIGHT
Through the crowd DANIEL can see the DOORMAN trying to
block GRANT’S entrance into the gallery.
GALLERY
OWNER (voice off)
…and through his
skill with a lens that we may meet these unfortunate men and women who have
fallen through society’s many cracks…
PATRONS look towards the entrance.
DOORMAN
I’m sorry sir.
86 EXT. ENTRANCE. ART GALLERY. NIGHT
The DOORMAN blocks GRANT’S entrance.
GALLERY
OWNER (voice off)
…but who demand
our understanding, our compassion.
GRANT
Nonsense!
GRANT pushes past the DOORMAN with his shopping trolley.
GALLERY
OWNER (voice off)
Each of these men
and women has a name, a history. They are someone’s son, someone’s daughter,
someone’s mother, father…
87 INT. ART GALLERY. NIGHT
All eyes turn to GRANT, smiling, pushing his shopping
trolley towards DANIEL – delighted to see him.
DANIEL
Everyone, this is
my friend, Grant.
GRANT holds his hand aloft to greet the PATRONS.
GRANT
I changed my
mind. So where is it?
DANIEL points to the photo of Grant. GRANT walks up,
looks at it for a moment, leans close to DANIEL.
GRANT (sotto voce)
Still prefer m’memories.
The gallery PATRONS wait patiently and silently as DANIEL
and GRANT have their sotto voce conversation.
GRANT
Remember when old
Charlie put his shoes on the wrong feet…
GRANT chuckles. DANIEL feels a little awkward.
HELEN
Perhaps Grant
would like to say a few words on behalf of the…men and women on the other side
of the lens.
GRANT shakes his head. HELEN takes the microphone from
the GALLERY OWNER, hands it to GRANT. He looks at the assembled PATRONS, in no
hurry, sees JASPER, smiles. JASPER smiles back.
GRANT
I’m proud to have
Daniel as a friend. He’s a good bloke. There’s been lots of nights…
GRANT sees the photo that drew so much attention earlier.
He walks towards it, stands in front of it, looks at it closely:
HONEY,
held firmly by two angry-looking policemen, stares with blazing eyes directly,
questioningly, into the eyes of the viewer. Her partially unbuttoned shirt is
open and part of one of her breasts can be seen.
GRANT
What’s her name, Daniel?
All eyes turn to DANIEL.
DANIEL
I don’t know.
A deathly silence envelops the gallery.
DANIEL
I took it last night. I don’t know who she is.
MIRIAM
I don’t understand…you mean you don’t have her
consent?
DANIEL
shakes his head.
LATER
The
PATRONS are gone now. DANIEL stands in
front of the photo of Honey, dejected. The GALLERY OWNER is switching off
lights. DANIEL lifts the photo of Honey from the wall.
HELEN and
JASPER stand in the doorway watching him. JASPER walks up to DANIEL, wraps her
arms around his waist, hugs him tight. DANIEL strokes her head, looks over to
HELEN – a desperate look in his eyes. His hands shake. HELEN walks up.
HELEN
Jasper, I want to
speak with your father. Alone.
JASPER nods,
walks off reluctantly.
HELEN
Darling, don’t be
a drama queen. It’s a hiccup, not a death sentence.
DANIEL
stares at HELEN – a haunted look in his eyes.
HELEN
I don’t want Jas to see you like this.
88 YOUNG HONEY’S BEDROOM. NIGHT
From outside
YOUNG HONEY (9) is seen framed in the window looking down into the back yard;
puzzled. When the significance of what she is looking at dawns on her, YOUNG
HONEY’S puzzlement turns into terror. She opens her mouth and screams. A blood
curdling scream.
89 INT. JUVENILE DETENTION CENTRE CELL. NIGHT
HONEY jolts
awake in her bed – her face pale, wet with sweat. She looks at her shoulder.
Her POV:
There is no
sign of the Goblin on her shoulder.
...to be continued...
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