01:09:45 - 2001-01-04
film#6
Everything blurs and fades to black and some rock track,preferably pearl jam's "last exit" starts rocking the background and as we see passing scenery and stuff like that and the camera view widens to reveal K,Karfei and Ciggie on a bus. (upper deck of superbus).
K is listening to pearl jam's "last exit",oversized headphones on his head,bobbing to the beat and he's twirling a cassettetape with a pen,marcus style. As the track comes to it's abrupt ending.Ciggie,book-boy,nudges K with his elbow.
Ciggie: Hey,what's with you today?period again ar...
THe bus passes the pet hospital at this time.And karfei exclaims excitedly,turning round to face them and pointing out the window.
Karfei: There! the red and white chimney where they burn them.The pet hospital.
his mock excitement has no effect on them.
Ciggie grabs the elastic band of Karfei's mask and pulls it and releases it,letting it snap away.
Ouch,and they begin fighting childishly.
K doesn't reply to ciggie.Instead he stares out at the chimney.
We now begin K's fare-evader monologue,ala` chungkin express style.
Meanwhile,the passing scenery and other stuff will fill the screen. everything becomes quiet
K: ( in a trance caused by the scenery) ( his droning voice) i am the powerful fare-evader.
i am the thoughtful listener.
i listen to my own thoughts as i sit on the long bus-ride
to nowwhere ,paid for by my own subsidised rates.
Short pause in his monologue as camera view shows a red farecard held in his limpid hands and slowly pan upwards,capturing his whole body and brooding face,staring out the window solemnly.
K: Bus inspector,where are you?
Camera view shakes (maybe because of a jolt over a bump)
K: bus inspector,accept your fate.you can never catch me.
Camera view shakes.
K : your fate...........
Camera view shakes again and trys to refocus as K suddenly gets up and pushes past Ciggie who is sitting in the aisle seat. Ciggie's book tumbles to the ground. K mutters a sorry as he hurriedly walks down the aisle towards the stairs and gets off the bus.
Karfei: (in surprise) Hey! not our stop!.
Outdoor view of K stepping off the bus onto the pavement. a hand appears in the lower half of the screen, a pistol aimed at K. It fires. A piercing shot and K tumbles to the ground silently.
Closer view of K lying on the tarmac.His one hand clutching the red transitlink farecard and the other grasping a pool of red spreading over his t-shirt.
K: bus inspector,
this is,
my last....ticket.
Camera view from K's point of view: sky turning red,fading away.......
Another view of K's prone body,his eyes closed.
THen,camera shoots to the back view of a man,wearing a bus-inspector uniform,slowly walking way from the bus=stop,a smoking gun held out,away from his body,`ala very cool style of a hired killer,john woo style . Play the desolated soundtrack of whistling and other stuff from those old western cowboy movies.
Like a shootout has just ended and the victor walks coolly away from thr scene,and a soft wind blows,tumbleweed and papers swish away.In this case,we have crumpled bus tickets blown away,in a very atmospheric fashion.
back to the two clowns.Karfei and Ciggie in a room.
Karfei at the table,drawing his art.
Ciggie lounging away on the bed,where K used to lie on earlier. Ciggie,in his same old manner,holding a book up in front of him,but not reading it. INstead he's looking at some television programme.
Suddenly,Karfei puts down his pen and rises from the cluttered desk. He walks towards the phone.Ciggie surprised at his sudden burst,stares with interest.
Karfei picks up the receiver.Nothing.
he sets it down silently and looks back at Ciggie.
Karfei: i thought i heard it ringing.
ciggie: uh-huh.
Ciggie returns to watching the tv and smoking.while karfei walks,shaken,back to his desk.
Everything goes back to normal for a moment.
then Ciggie says,conversationally after he's taken a puff from a cigarette,like the little bear in goldilocks:
"Hey ....who's been sleeping in my bed?"
Karfei,at the desk,stops drawing for a moment.Dramatic pause.
And the film ends.
