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.
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.
TRAVIS: Memory problems.
CORNELIUS: He forgets how to finish them.
TRAVIS: He forgets which one he is finishing.
This is it.
CORNELIUS (v/o): We knock on the door.
FX: Door knock.