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Travis woke me

close to the knuckle

His breath in my face.  His concerned eyes. For the third time he saved me.

“It’s alright.  I’ve sent him away, I explained who you are and he’s gone to make tea.”

“He hit me”

“I know but only the once”

“But I didn’t do anything.”

“He didn’t know who you were.”

Before I can frame my reply the floorboards creak, a head appears round the door.  Eddie’s head.

“Travis?  Travis?  What are you doing here Travis?”

“Just stopping over Eddie, just stopping over for a place to stay.”

“Oh right and who’s the boy with the bleeding brow?”

“Cornelius.  My new friend.”

“Oh no… oh no I didn’t punch you did I Cornelius?  Oh no… it was me that did that.”

He looks guilty, standing there.  Like a kid.  Looking at the grazed knuckles on his fist, sticking one between his teeth and looking guilty.  Travis breaks the silence.

“Ah don’t worry yourself Eddie, don’t worry yourself.”  he slips an arm round Eddie’s shoulder and leads him out of the room.  “Its just that thing you do, we’re used to it.”

And he looks back at me, and there’s a look in his eye and I know I have to follow them…

 

Eddie Opens the Door

It opens and Eddie is there.

Look at the picture of him… we’ve gone over that but you could do with a reminder I guess.

He recognises Travis.  “Travis”.  He laughs.

His voice is thick and heavy.  Like the man you see in that picture, its what you expect.  It is the voice of that man. He was big, not in the way that Barney was big, not bloated and open of proportion, grown beyond his frame.  The flesh packed in to Eddie as it should.

At the moment I ind of had the same feelign I had when I met Travis.  Secure, calm… in the knowledge that I was meeting someone who felt complete.  This person was rounded and the package correct.

There is talk with Travis and I am introduced. They’re old friends and there’s warmth there and no questions about what we are doing standing on a doorstep knocking on doors in the snow.  He doesn’t ask about the car or the way we smell or the look in my eyes.  The door is open and we’re in.

I’m introduced, hands are shaken.  Eddie looks into my face for a moment and I feel like he’s sizing me up and then I’m sitting down and the other two have left the room.  I can hear their voices through the wooden walls.  I look around.  I’m sat in a wooden chair, like a wooden armchair, the back hard and straight.  I’m sat on the edge of the seat, perched on the edge, knees together.  Everything is made of wood, the beautiful old weathered wood you find by the sea.  I reach into my back and take out my Camera.Eddie's shack

They’re laughing next door, and in that moment I realise how far I have come.

I know nothing Travis, nothing.  I’ve been in a car with him for four months, sat at his side, talking for four months, and I know nothing about him.  He hasn’t given me anything about himself.  Well that’s not true, he’ll give you a lot about who he is now, at the moment, when we are talking… but nothing before.  Nothing before we met.  No history.  No context.  Just that he is Irish Jewish.

And now – now I’m sat in a strangers hand-made shack waiting for him – awkward – feeling like an intruder – waiting for him to come and put me at ease and introduce me again to Eddie and say all those things he says that make you feel okay…

A toilet flushes.

Footsteps.  Creaks.

Eddie comes back into the room.

He looks at me.  I look at him. There is nothing about me he understands.

He launches himself across the room – in a fury – in a fit of screaming fury.

I think he tells me to “Get the fuck out of my fucking house!”

I take a picture.

That’s the last thing I know.

And then it went darkfist coming at me

Knocking on Eddie’s Door

FX:  car door opening – feet on gravel.

TRAVIS:  That’s his van.

CORNELIUS: What’s he do?

TRAVIS:  Builder… he used to be a builder…

CORNELIUS:  He stopped?

TRAVIS:  Hmmmmm – he kind of has completion issues.

CORNELIUS:  Big deal.  Doesn’t every builder?

TRAVIS:  This was different… Look around you – what do you see?

CORNELIUS:  Shingle… snow… a white van… lighthouse… nuclear power station…

TRAVIS:  No… look all the way around .

There on the open plain of shingle stretching out before us… plateauing into the still sea.  Dotted this about once every hundred yards… were sheds… run down, derelict sheds.

CORNELIUS:  Sheds.

TRAVIS:  Exactly, he built them all…

CORNELIUS:  There must be…

TRAVIS:  Dozens of them I know.

(Look do something for me will you, go on to Flickr – and enter a search for Dungeness Sheds and you’ll see what I mean.  Do it, these aren’t pictures that have been sent to me, they are just pictures that people have put up… last time I looked there were 496 of them.  Such a variety of them, some clapboard, some corrugated iron, flat roof, lean-to, apex… painted, rusted, weathered and all…)

CORNELIUS:  They’re ruined.

TRAVIS:  Not ruined, he never finishes them.

CORNELIUS:  Why?

TRAVIS:  Memory problems.

CORNELIUS:  He forgets how to finish them.

TRAVIS:  He forgets which one he is finishing.

<Beat>

This is it.

CORNELIUS (v/o):  We knock on the door.

FX:  Door knock.door jpeg

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