Secrets - Script

[title on window: “SECRETS COLIN CAMPBELL”]

This space is so awkward. There’s no place to go. People aren’t sure of themselves. No one is sure of themselves. I don’t know my role. We are so uncomfortable. I’m afraid of being silly. This is a strange place. I can see you through my window. You have so many secrets. I am honest with you. I could never deceive you. What do you want to know. I’ll tell you anything. Anything you want to know. I have no secrets. I have tried to be clear. I have tried to be honest. Night sounds confuse me. I want out. I don’t want out. I laid awake all night, trying to be good for you. I tried to convince myself. I can’t. I can’t. I can’t. You make me talk too much. So I talk too much. You’ve got my picture. I don’t care about the rest. It doesn’t relate to me. I don’t relate to it. I could care less about the rest.

[hand closes curtain inside]

Title:
LIKE AN OLD WOMAN PEERING THROUGH THE LACE CURTAINS – I KNOW IN ADVANCE – AND MANIPULATE. I SEEK EVIDENCE AND DOCUMENT IT. SLIP IT IN SOMEWHERE BETWEEN THE WINDOW AND THE GRAYING CLOUDS – BUT IT’S NOT BROODING DRAMA THAT INTERESTS ME – REALLY – IT’S JUST THE VIEW THROUGH MY WINDOW…
B.

[hand opens curtain]

SECRET

[door opens, Colin with letter]

[curtain closes from inside]

[curtain opens from outside, music]

[Colin walks around curtain closes]

[curtain opens from inside, music continues]

[Colin has camera, points down, within room, photographs pages of letter, then out window]

[curtains close inside]

[curtains open inside]

[mylar reflection?]

I see your secrets. I see some of your rough edges. I am not even really curious about you any more. I have accepted you. Surprise me.

[Colin in robe, talking to someone off-screen, looks directly at camera]

Would you, could you, could you ever strike me? You must never strike me.

[Colin naked, lights go off, sound of spanking, grunts from narrator]

[curtain closes inside]

“Secrets” chanted over and over.

[various views through window]

It’s not my body that burns for you. Really. It’s something else.

Is that love making? Or is it a beating? It’s bizarre. I can’t tell the difference. This place is like a madhouse.

[Colin opens curtain, naked, SECRET sign obscures penis, theme from “Exorcist”]

[bare buttocks in other apartment, double exposure]

Like an old woman peering through the lace curtains, I know in advance and manipulate. I seek evidence and document it. Slip it in somewhere between the window and the graying clouds. But it’s not brooding drama that interests me really. It’s just the view through my window.