Once upon a time you dressed so fine Threw the bums a dime in your prime, didn't you? People call say 'beware doll, you're bound to fall' You thought they were all kidding you You used to laugh about Everybody that was hanging out Now you don't talk so loud Now you don't seem so proud About having to be scrounging your next meal How does it feel, how does it feel? To be without a home Like a complete unknown, like a rolling stone.
Go to him he calls you, you can't refuse
When you ain't got nothing, you got nothing to lose
You're invisible now, you've got no secrets to conceal.
Bob Dylan. 1965.
Montage
- in a truck, new, leather, she sits between him and her friend. She likes looking down on them as she sits on the center console, high above her older friend who is laughing. He passes his arm across her and her friend grabs the bottle of hard stuff. He turns the music up then rests his hand on her tiny knee...
- pulled over in a dark dead end street, not shocked anymore, more curious, she watches her friend pull her ponytail apart on his lap. It was over quick. His hand grabs her long black hair as he offers her a ten then touches her shoulder.
- clouds cover the blue moon making it harder for HUNTER to see behind her, where is little MAGDALENE? She SHOUTS her name out waiting for an answer and runs to the pop-up TRAP HOUSE. She pushes her fear out of her gut shutting off her conscious. She left her RIDE-ALONG, her girl in training with the JOHN.
- OUT OF BREATH she throws down her un-opened pack of CIGARETTES & pulls out her baggie and band...
- She sits down on the couch and GIGGLES. Her hair messy. Her new BACKPACK filled with GIFTS she pulls out a lighter from her sock. She grabs the burned out cigarette from her friend and doesn't light it. She flicks the lighter. The flame, INVISIBLE, burns out. She pulls it up to the small inside of her elbow and flicks the heated base to her fine, soft brown skin. No SOUND but a TEAR falls. Her friend continues to laugh.
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90 out of 100, great odds right? Yeah!!!
AUTUMN (12) thin, long black hair, hates her temporary cage (home). Tired of waiting for her big sister to return back to the foster home, she checks out the places she commonly finds Magdalene. MAGDALENE (15) runs from the cops following her ride-along, HUNTER. Their safe place, six blocks from Paradise Middle school, is a make-shift trap-house. There both Indigenous girls find everything they've ever wanted. They feel like they won the lotto but more than that... they found family.
Little did they know... their fear of horror movies became real. Touching for money, youth escorts, breaking them in, their spirit BROKEN.
WHERE'S MY SISTER is a tale, a bird's eye view into the lives of the perpetrators, the john's, the drugs, the booze, the smokes, the Native children of the failed government system of canada. Our women. Our girls. Our broken families.
This book and screenplay is dedicated to my/ the greatest Indigenous Instructor and Queen of Indigenous Film and the written word, Doreen Manuel --- Thank you for lighting a dimmed flame in me and empowering me to become who I am today. So much love and respect for you.
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