G: I am just not sure that I really matter.
(pause)
Camera pans back to reveal
Mad Cyril: You what? Of course you don't.
Scene: G in bed typing at the computer
G: I think there is something wrong with me.
Ghost Derrida emerges from beneath the covers
Ghost Derrida: You can say that again. I'm not the French philosopher you ought to be having these kind of fantasies about.
Scene: Mad Cyril hoisting a dustbin through the window of the CCA.
Scene: Long pan of Edinburgh skyline from Carlton Hill
Scene: Mad Cyril standing at the foot of the Royal Mile
Mad Cyril: It's been a while, Reekie. Let's see what ya got for old Cyril this year.
Ghost Derrida appears in the frame.
Ghost: We both take things apart.
Mad: Yeah. But one of us gets the attention, Jack.
They Walk together up the hill.
Ghost: Did you get many this morning?
Mad: About forty, I reckon.
Mad stops to roll a cigarette.
Mad: It's gonna be a vintage year.
Scene: G still in bed. He is staring at his computer. Close up on screen: it's his inbox and it is full of messages.
Mad (voice over): He said he wanted a mission. And for his sins they gave him one.
G: (to himself) I want to keep up. I believe in the fringe. I feel sympathy for the artists. I want to keep up.
Mad (voice over): He has replied to nearly all of them. They all want a review. It breaks his heart, knowing that he can't help them that way.
Scene: A cafe on the Royal Mile. G, Mad and Ghost are smoking together.
G: Ron Jonson did an essay about artificial life. One of the ways that they are trying to give computers consciousness is just loading them with information.
Ghost: So you think that the more information you have, the more likely your database is to achieve rational thought.
Mad: Is this a metaphysical thing? Cos if it is, I'm going home.
G: It's all metaphysical.
Scene: G back in bed. He is staring at his computer. Close up on screen: it's his inbox and it is full of messages.
G: (to himself) I want to keep up. I believe in the fringe. I feel sympathy for the artists. I want to keep up.
Mad (voice over): The database is his last chance to do it.
G: (to himself) I want to keep up. I believe in the fringe. I feel sympathy for the artists. I want to keep up.
Mad and Ghost walk together down the hill.
Ghost: Well, c'est finis.
Mad: All that waiting...
Mad Cyril stops to roll a cigarette.
Mad: Then over so sudden, like.
Scene: Mad Cyril and Ghost Derrida standing at the foot of the Royal Mile
Mad Cyril: That's it for another year.
Ghost: Same time, 2016?
Ghost Derrida walks away.
Mad: They weren't listening, again.
Scene: Long pan of Edinburgh skyline from Carlton Hill
Scene: Mad Cyril hoisting a dustbin through the window of the CCA.
Scene: G in bed with Ghost Derrida.
G: Tell me it went okay.
Ghost Derrida emerges from beneath the covers
Ghost Derrida: Ask Mad Cyril. I'm not the French philosopher you ought to ask if you want a positive answer.
Scene: interior shot, a generic office. Posters on the wall - a variety of music and theatre shows - untidy desk with computer, half-empty coffee-cups.
G: I am just not sure that I really matter.
(pause)
Camera pans back to reveal Mad Cyril leaving the room and closing the door.
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