Post by The Symbolic Sacrifice on Jul 26, 2004 17:33:28 GMT -5
Raphaels home at a rubbish tip out in the desert where its hotter than hell. He is forever writing things in
his notebook as a record for the future. He looks towards the caravan and whats inside of it.
Raphael is an alcoholic and has just been released from prison after a three year stretch. He needs some
dutch courage before he goes inside and faces his family.
Luckily all is peaceful and his family is sleeping.
He decides to make a coffee for Rita before he leaves for town until he feels piercing eyes from the bed
behind him.
No words are spoken at all, just looks from Father and Son. Frankie can remember Raphael from 3 years ago, but struggles with what will happen now that hes back.
Still no words are spoken and Frankie gives up and goes back to sleep.
Raphael is relieved that nothing has been said and makes the coffee silently. He puts it beside his wife
and walks to the bus stop.
More writing in his notebook until the bus arrives.
The bus trip to town, hot and dusty, then Raphael sees something from the window.
A housing estate, the reason for his trip to town, a house for his family.
Freedos, the bar he frequents, closed, he has to do this on his own, with no alcohol.
OK the address is correct, Now is Raphael brave enough to enter?
The definitive decision is made with the help of a cigarette.
Raphael stops stalling and gets it over with.
The staircase to his family’s future and Larry talking in the background as he walks in.
R: I'm here about the job.
L: And what job is that ?
R: Maybe I'm in the wrong place.
L: It depends.
R: On what ?
L: Whether or not you're in the right place.
R: Are you the guy I'm supposed to see?
L: Well I don't know, who told you about me ?
R: Some guy in the bar.
L: Who ? When ? Where ?
R: The other day
Guy sitting in chair interrupts.
G: Whizzey ?
L: You're going to have to do better than that.
R: He gave me this here and said...
Raphael glances at the guy sitting in chair
R: He said you were looking for somebody with a special kind of talent.
Raphael hands over piece of paper and Larry snatches it
out of his hand and then gives him a sacastic smile.
R: Mind if I smoke ?
L: Its your life.
L: What guy ? Which bar ?
R: Freedos on Sixth street.
L: You go there a lot do you?
R: Sometimes.
L: Been drinking ?
R: No why ?
L: Well sometimes you Indians have been known to
take a drink or two.
G: Whizzey ?
R: How much does it pay?
L: I don't have anything to do with the money part of it.
Are you working anywhere now?
R: You think I'd be here if I was?
L: Why aren't you working?
R: There ain't no jobs.
L: Maybe you drink too much.
L: Maybe you drink too much.
R: Maybe you don't drink enough.
L: Ho Ho Ho
Have you done any time?
Thats a stupid question. What for?
R: Drunken disorderly, burglary, grand theft auto as a minor, assault.
L: Its enough.
3 time loser
Married?
R: Yeah
L: Kids?
L: Have you got any kids?
Thats why you want the job isn't it, for your family?
R: I got a boy and a girl.
L: What other family have you got?
No brothers?
R: Why are you asking me all these questions?
L: Well the family thing can be kinda touchy, sometimes
they can be a real pain in the ass, as you can imagine.
Especially brothers.
G: Whizzey
R: I had one he's dead.
L: How'd he die?
R: Vietnam.
He blew his brains out 10 days after he got back.
L: That kind of thing run in your family?
R: Death?
L: Suicide.
L: Hey I'll tell you what.
Come with me.
Larry turns out the lights and leave wizzy guy sitting in chair in the dark.
Raphael follows Larry into lift.
It shuts with a echoing clang
More dark passageways until Larry opens the door to the torture room.
Larry goes over to the intercom to let Mr McCarthy know that Raphael is waiting and then leaves the
room, locking Raphael in.
Raphael watches as Mr McCarthy comes into the room in his wheelchair.
He starts playing his harmonicauntil he realises that Raphael is already in the room.
M: sorry.. I thank you very much for coming I'm very pleased that you...
he stops
M: my God..
R: Whats the matter ?
M: Excuse me please sit down.
May I ask your name ?
R: Raphael.
M: Raphael, very beautiful name, its unfortunate that we're meeting in these sombre dreary
circumstances.
What we have here is a little bit of shadow play.
May I offer you some refreshment ?
Rahael nods in the affirmative.
M: Lets have a drink.
Tell me, are you afraid to die ?
R: Are you ?
M: No not now, no I'm not afraid to die. I regard death as now, a sort of necessary metamorphasis.
Perhaps the more painful the death the more, well its a kind of refinement. You see theres pain when we
come into the world at birth, so its fitting that there should be pain at the end of it, a sort of
transfiguration, a completion of a..
a completion of an equation.
Have you ever seen a woman giving birth ?
R: No.
M: Well her face is twisted, full of sweat and anguish but strangely puncuated by joy.
M: You know in someways Raphael I feel a kinship, I feel as if we are of the same mind.
Watching a painful death can be a great inspiration for those who are not dying. So they can see how
brave we can be when its time to go.
It is the final measure of bravery to satnd up to death in equisite anguish and (breaking down) I'm
sorry...
but when death finally comes and pays us its final visit we ahh wait and can bid him welcome.
It seems to me now, that the closer that one can come to death in life makes the passage into death all
the more easy and it also leaves behind the greatest gift
that anyone can give another, which is courage to face death and thats the greatest contribution anyone
can give another. Anyway...
R: How much will I be paid for that ?
M: Well actually, trying to be realistic, I suppose that depends on how willing you are.
How brave you are, the more you're able to withstand spiritually and physically the more money will be
paid to you.
Its a.. you know its always.. I mean its insulting to put a price on life but if we have to render under
Cesar the things that are Cesars and render under God the things that are Gods, then I'd say fifty
thousand dollars.
I'll pay you a third of it right now.
R: What if I take off ?
M: You know, I've spent most of my life developing an instinct, an instinct about people and I think a
man of your spirit, your culture, your honesty, no I don't think you would do that.
Please take this now and respect our agreement.
pregnant pause...
R: Yep
When do you want me back ?
M: Lets say one week, you have one week.
Bye my young friend
R: OK
M: laughs
Raphael bashes on door to be let out by Larry and Mr McCarthy starts to play his harmonica again.
Raphael walks towards Freedos as if the devil himself is behind him.
The film is fractured and joined to give the feeling of panic as Raphael keeps looking over his shoulder.
R: Give me a vodka
Raphael walks past bar and goes into toilet and locks the door.
R: f...
Raphael has never seen so much money in all his life
and is paranoid someone is watching him and knows about it.
He hears a noise, and tucks it away down the front of his trousers.
Raphael leaves the bar, as he is walking past..
Barman: Hey what about your drink ?
Gasbag.
Raphael goes home and sits high above his home watching his family until well after
sunset, contemplating his decision.
Then goes inside the caravan.
Rita: Theres still food on the stove if you want.
R: I got a job.
Rita: Got a job or did a job ?
R: Got a job, a real job.
Rita: What kind of job is that ?
R: A warehouse in town, its good pay.
Rita: When do you start ?
R: In a few days.
Rita: hmmm...
Rita: Luis came looking for you.
R: Sure he came to see me ?
Rita: Whats that supposed to mean ?
R: Huhh... (whispers) I don't know.
Next morning Raphael takes a spare part and walks through Morgan town.
He sees many friends he has known for a long time and as he walks through he knows
in his heart that it is really a goodbye walk.
So many memories.
Finally Raphael reaches Lou Senior and Juniors place.
J: Hows your whole...
LS: JUNIOR !
J: Family ?
LS: Better slow that down, you're going to break your d**n neck.
R: Anything yet ?
LS: Arrr... No.
J: Your whole...
LS: Now you be quiet now.
R: Ever think you might not hit ?
LS: What... uh-huh
R: How long how you been at it ?
LS: Drilling ?
R: Yeah.
LS: Seven years, eight and a half months, next Sunday the twenty-third.
Lou Snr pulls lever to stop wheel as Jnr has fallen over.
LS: Sodie? Want a sodie pop?
R: Alright
LS: Faster Jnr faster, faster Jnr, he's going to break his d**n neck.
R: There you go
Raphael hands Lou the part.
LS: Thats pretty, thats a squidgit, thats just a squidgit.
You like yella?
R: Uh-huh
LS: Jnr likes red
R: Is that your wife?
LS: Used to be, she ran off with a toolpusher.
R: Do you miss her?
LS: Well, its been thirty years, you they say that time heals all wounds, well yes,
sometimes I miss her, f.. A.
R: What about Jnr?
LS: He don't remember nothing, he didn't never know her really, so it didn't affect him
too much.
LS: Say did you hear about that big company yesterday?
That McCredie going to buy up the yard.
Them b...s.
R: Yeah
LS: They're going to try and push us all out of here with bulldozers, they're going to
bulldoze our world away.
Jnr: Holy Moley
LS: You forget about Holy Moley and don't be messin around with those cats either.
They're nasty.
You hear me? Now go on and get back to work.
LS: So what are we going to be doing about it?
R: I don't know, thanks for the sodie pop.
his notebook as a record for the future. He looks towards the caravan and whats inside of it.
Raphael is an alcoholic and has just been released from prison after a three year stretch. He needs some
dutch courage before he goes inside and faces his family.
Luckily all is peaceful and his family is sleeping.
He decides to make a coffee for Rita before he leaves for town until he feels piercing eyes from the bed
behind him.
No words are spoken at all, just looks from Father and Son. Frankie can remember Raphael from 3 years ago, but struggles with what will happen now that hes back.
Still no words are spoken and Frankie gives up and goes back to sleep.
Raphael is relieved that nothing has been said and makes the coffee silently. He puts it beside his wife
and walks to the bus stop.
More writing in his notebook until the bus arrives.
The bus trip to town, hot and dusty, then Raphael sees something from the window.
A housing estate, the reason for his trip to town, a house for his family.
Freedos, the bar he frequents, closed, he has to do this on his own, with no alcohol.
OK the address is correct, Now is Raphael brave enough to enter?
The definitive decision is made with the help of a cigarette.
Raphael stops stalling and gets it over with.
The staircase to his family’s future and Larry talking in the background as he walks in.
R: I'm here about the job.
L: And what job is that ?
R: Maybe I'm in the wrong place.
L: It depends.
R: On what ?
L: Whether or not you're in the right place.
R: Are you the guy I'm supposed to see?
L: Well I don't know, who told you about me ?
R: Some guy in the bar.
L: Who ? When ? Where ?
R: The other day
Guy sitting in chair interrupts.
G: Whizzey ?
L: You're going to have to do better than that.
R: He gave me this here and said...
Raphael glances at the guy sitting in chair
R: He said you were looking for somebody with a special kind of talent.
Raphael hands over piece of paper and Larry snatches it
out of his hand and then gives him a sacastic smile.
R: Mind if I smoke ?
L: Its your life.
L: What guy ? Which bar ?
R: Freedos on Sixth street.
L: You go there a lot do you?
R: Sometimes.
L: Been drinking ?
R: No why ?
L: Well sometimes you Indians have been known to
take a drink or two.
G: Whizzey ?
R: How much does it pay?
L: I don't have anything to do with the money part of it.
Are you working anywhere now?
R: You think I'd be here if I was?
L: Why aren't you working?
R: There ain't no jobs.
L: Maybe you drink too much.
L: Maybe you drink too much.
R: Maybe you don't drink enough.
L: Ho Ho Ho
Have you done any time?
Thats a stupid question. What for?
R: Drunken disorderly, burglary, grand theft auto as a minor, assault.
L: Its enough.
3 time loser
Married?
R: Yeah
L: Kids?
L: Have you got any kids?
Thats why you want the job isn't it, for your family?
R: I got a boy and a girl.
L: What other family have you got?
No brothers?
R: Why are you asking me all these questions?
L: Well the family thing can be kinda touchy, sometimes
they can be a real pain in the ass, as you can imagine.
Especially brothers.
G: Whizzey
R: I had one he's dead.
L: How'd he die?
R: Vietnam.
He blew his brains out 10 days after he got back.
L: That kind of thing run in your family?
R: Death?
L: Suicide.
L: Hey I'll tell you what.
Come with me.
Larry turns out the lights and leave wizzy guy sitting in chair in the dark.
Raphael follows Larry into lift.
It shuts with a echoing clang
More dark passageways until Larry opens the door to the torture room.
Larry goes over to the intercom to let Mr McCarthy know that Raphael is waiting and then leaves the
room, locking Raphael in.
Raphael watches as Mr McCarthy comes into the room in his wheelchair.
He starts playing his harmonicauntil he realises that Raphael is already in the room.
M: sorry.. I thank you very much for coming I'm very pleased that you...
he stops
M: my God..
R: Whats the matter ?
M: Excuse me please sit down.
May I ask your name ?
R: Raphael.
M: Raphael, very beautiful name, its unfortunate that we're meeting in these sombre dreary
circumstances.
What we have here is a little bit of shadow play.
May I offer you some refreshment ?
Rahael nods in the affirmative.
M: Lets have a drink.
Tell me, are you afraid to die ?
R: Are you ?
M: No not now, no I'm not afraid to die. I regard death as now, a sort of necessary metamorphasis.
Perhaps the more painful the death the more, well its a kind of refinement. You see theres pain when we
come into the world at birth, so its fitting that there should be pain at the end of it, a sort of
transfiguration, a completion of a..
a completion of an equation.
Have you ever seen a woman giving birth ?
R: No.
M: Well her face is twisted, full of sweat and anguish but strangely puncuated by joy.
M: You know in someways Raphael I feel a kinship, I feel as if we are of the same mind.
Watching a painful death can be a great inspiration for those who are not dying. So they can see how
brave we can be when its time to go.
It is the final measure of bravery to satnd up to death in equisite anguish and (breaking down) I'm
sorry...
but when death finally comes and pays us its final visit we ahh wait and can bid him welcome.
It seems to me now, that the closer that one can come to death in life makes the passage into death all
the more easy and it also leaves behind the greatest gift
that anyone can give another, which is courage to face death and thats the greatest contribution anyone
can give another. Anyway...
R: How much will I be paid for that ?
M: Well actually, trying to be realistic, I suppose that depends on how willing you are.
How brave you are, the more you're able to withstand spiritually and physically the more money will be
paid to you.
Its a.. you know its always.. I mean its insulting to put a price on life but if we have to render under
Cesar the things that are Cesars and render under God the things that are Gods, then I'd say fifty
thousand dollars.
I'll pay you a third of it right now.
R: What if I take off ?
M: You know, I've spent most of my life developing an instinct, an instinct about people and I think a
man of your spirit, your culture, your honesty, no I don't think you would do that.
Please take this now and respect our agreement.
pregnant pause...
R: Yep
When do you want me back ?
M: Lets say one week, you have one week.
Bye my young friend
R: OK
M: laughs
Raphael bashes on door to be let out by Larry and Mr McCarthy starts to play his harmonica again.
Raphael walks towards Freedos as if the devil himself is behind him.
The film is fractured and joined to give the feeling of panic as Raphael keeps looking over his shoulder.
R: Give me a vodka
Raphael walks past bar and goes into toilet and locks the door.
R: f...
Raphael has never seen so much money in all his life
and is paranoid someone is watching him and knows about it.
He hears a noise, and tucks it away down the front of his trousers.
Raphael leaves the bar, as he is walking past..
Barman: Hey what about your drink ?
Gasbag.
Raphael goes home and sits high above his home watching his family until well after
sunset, contemplating his decision.
Then goes inside the caravan.
Rita: Theres still food on the stove if you want.
R: I got a job.
Rita: Got a job or did a job ?
R: Got a job, a real job.
Rita: What kind of job is that ?
R: A warehouse in town, its good pay.
Rita: When do you start ?
R: In a few days.
Rita: hmmm...
Rita: Luis came looking for you.
R: Sure he came to see me ?
Rita: Whats that supposed to mean ?
R: Huhh... (whispers) I don't know.
Next morning Raphael takes a spare part and walks through Morgan town.
He sees many friends he has known for a long time and as he walks through he knows
in his heart that it is really a goodbye walk.
So many memories.
Finally Raphael reaches Lou Senior and Juniors place.
J: Hows your whole...
LS: JUNIOR !
J: Family ?
LS: Better slow that down, you're going to break your d**n neck.
R: Anything yet ?
LS: Arrr... No.
J: Your whole...
LS: Now you be quiet now.
R: Ever think you might not hit ?
LS: What... uh-huh
R: How long how you been at it ?
LS: Drilling ?
R: Yeah.
LS: Seven years, eight and a half months, next Sunday the twenty-third.
Lou Snr pulls lever to stop wheel as Jnr has fallen over.
LS: Sodie? Want a sodie pop?
R: Alright
LS: Faster Jnr faster, faster Jnr, he's going to break his d**n neck.
R: There you go
Raphael hands Lou the part.
LS: Thats pretty, thats a squidgit, thats just a squidgit.
You like yella?
R: Uh-huh
LS: Jnr likes red
R: Is that your wife?
LS: Used to be, she ran off with a toolpusher.
R: Do you miss her?
LS: Well, its been thirty years, you they say that time heals all wounds, well yes,
sometimes I miss her, f.. A.
R: What about Jnr?
LS: He don't remember nothing, he didn't never know her really, so it didn't affect him
too much.
LS: Say did you hear about that big company yesterday?
That McCredie going to buy up the yard.
Them b...s.
R: Yeah
LS: They're going to try and push us all out of here with bulldozers, they're going to
bulldoze our world away.
Jnr: Holy Moley
LS: You forget about Holy Moley and don't be messin around with those cats either.
They're nasty.
You hear me? Now go on and get back to work.
LS: So what are we going to be doing about it?
R: I don't know, thanks for the sodie pop.
