2007 07 11

Synopsis

After Dawn encourages a break from driving to “rest her eyelines,” she attempts to slyly acquire directions to their destination, meanwhile it serves as a catalyst for Ian to learn something about women - They're still as weird as he always suspected.

Location

First in the car and finally alongside any basic motorway in the country relevant to the time/current sibling trace.

Characters

Dawn, Ian, Jonti and Large Woman (that’s not me btw)

Story: Degraded ‘Eyeline’ Dawn

Inside the car. IAN fiddles with the wing mirror. They pass a sign. DAWN sighs frustrated. Beat. Another sign passes that DAWN clocks. She sighs again.

IAN:
What?

DAWN:
No. Nothing.

IAN:
‘K’

DAWN sighs heavier.

DAWN:
Right that’s it. We have to stop.

IAN:
For why?

DAWN:
Well, see, its, its my eyelines.

IAN:
(curiously) Your… eyelines?

DAWN:
Yes, that’s what I said, Ian, my eyelines, haven’t you ever heard of ‘em?

IAN:
Oh you mean wrinkles?
DAWN just about chokes.

DAWN:
No I mean EYELINES.

IAN:
I’m not completely certain that’s a real word.

DAWN:
Ian, sweet brother, it’s my eyelines. We’ve been on the road for ages today, I have been squinting my eyes, because of the sunshine, which is lovely, I’m not complaining, but it’s made me squint my eyes, and so I have to stop.

IAN:
Why-

DAWN:
Because, when you squint so much, it tenses the muscles in your head, and —

IAN:
Makes wrinkles —

DAWN:
No, no it tenses the muscles and can cause undue stress to the brain. Proven fact, sweety, proven.

IAN begins to stroke the sides of his eyes, concerned.

DAWN:
And so, its for that reason, and that alone, no other, that we have to stop. My brain is tense and itchy, and I want to rest my eyelines.

CUT TO:

The PURPLE CAR pulls into the bare car park.

CUT TO:

Dawn unbuckles her belt, looking around, scouring the car park.

DAWN:
I’m just going to pop out. Get some air, let the air into my eyelines. Why don’t you get out and stretch your back?

CUT TO:

DAWN trots across the car park. IAN leaning against the car in the background.

A very manly LARGE WOMAN stands scoffing a burger next to her rust bucket old car.

DAWN:
Excuse me. (bizarre European mish-mashed accent) Escuzzi!

LARGE WOMAN pays attention. DAWN arrives next to her.

DAWN:
Hi, hello. Sorry to bother you.

LARGE WOMAN:
Yesh, no problem.

DAWN:
Sorry to bother you, looks like a nice burger you’ve got there.

LARGE WOMAN:
Hm?

DAWN:
I said it looks like a nice b—-oh never mind. No I’m, ehm, needing help.

LARGE WOMAN:
Oh.

DAWN:
Yeah, you see over there? The purple car (points over, IAN squints at them).

LARGE WOMAN:
Yesh, mhhm, purple.

DAWN:
Well that man, I’m travelling with him, he’s my brother.

LARGE WOMAN:
Okay.

DAWN:
(jokingly) Well, you know men, pah! We—

LARGE WOMAN: (spitting aggressively)
Men! Pah!

DAWN:
(nervouse chuckle) heheh. Yeah. Well you know they hate to ask for directions, and well my brother is the teensiest bit mortified. But he’s gotten us lost.

LARGE WOMAN:
(sighs) Och! Tsk.

DAWN holds up her map tentatively. See IAN coming over in the background.

DAWN:
Do you know where we are now?

LARGE WOMAN:
Yesh! Car parking!

DAWN flaps the map around, getting a bit agitated. IAN getting closer.

DAWN:
On the map. The map. The map.

LARGE WOMAN:
Oh the map, uh-hu, yesh, (DAWN looking hopeful) I see, okay, yah… No I dunno. Nup. Shorry.

The LARGE WOMAN moves off, behind DAWN, slapping her bum -

LARGE WOMAN:
(passes IAN) Men! PAH!

IAN arrives. He saw the slap. DAWN spins round aghast to see IAN.

DAWN:
Ian!

IAN:
Yeah.

DAWN:
Ian what did you do that for? (IAN splutters) Ian? (IAN tries to get a word in) Ian! Ian, do you know how degrading that is to a woman?

IAN:
Yeah b -

DAWN:
- So why did you do it then?

IAN:
I ne-

DAWN:
- Hmm? And I’m your sister! That might be considered Incestu-wotever! We’re in Loony Euro spending Europe for goodness’ sake, you know they still hang people for that here!

IAN:
Do they?

DAWN:
They do!

IAN:
(stunned) Right.

DAWN:
No. No, not right. Bad. Now apologise.

IAN points after the LARGE WOMAN, fighting his case.

DAWN:
Ian, apologise to me right now.

IAN:
(giving in) I’m sorry.

DAWN leans in and gives him a split second kiss on the lips, his eyes pop. DAWN moves off back to the car.

DAWN:
Good lad.

IAN feels his lips, looking thoroughly confused. He looks to JONTI. Silence. Long beat. We only see DAWN reaching the car in the distance. Turning. Hand on hip.

DAWN:
(shouting) Come on Ian!

JONTI:
I think her eyelines have rested.

IAN turns silently and begins to shuffle back to the car.

FADE OUT.

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