An unwelcome surprise visitor from his past forces a mentally unstable young fisherman to confront his demons.

SYNOPSIS:

After PRISM, late-20s, muscular Rasta fisherman, finishes his morning’s work selling fish, he retreats to his small hut just off the beach and falls asleep in a hammock. A daytime nightmare sends him racing into the water where the waves knock him around until he finally drags himself out and collapses onto the sand. He notices that his multicoloured toenails are ragged and leaves the beach.

Later, Prism enters the local beauty salon and chooses several shades of fluorescent nail polish. The salon’s CUSTOMERS make snide remarks about his sanity and question his sexuality as he leaves. He tries to ignore them, but is again overwhelmed by the sounds of the nightmare and runs back to the beach where he lets the waves beat him up again.

Surviving the waves, Prism takes his nail polish and heads into his hut. He extracts a strange white dress out of an old trunk and “puts” it on. He carefully paints his toes with all the polish colours and returns to his hammock to let the polish dry. After a while he heads back down to the water and starts wading in, determined.

He ignores the WOMAN'S VOICE calling his name from OS until a hand grabs him and makes him lose his balance. Struggling up out of the water, he sees WANDA, who is dismayed to see his condition. Prism is unwelcoming; when he asks what she’s doing here, she responds that he left England without telling anyone where he was going, and because of COVID it’s taken her this long to find him. Prism isn’t impressed.

Embarrassed by his truthful analysis of their relationship, Wanda gives him an expensive designer travel bag that he’s obviously familiar with. He reluctantly takes it and Wanda sadly leaves, realizing that forgiveness is not forthcoming.

Prism takes the bag into his hut and opens it. After extracting several items that increase his emotional distress, he finds a rocker Barbie doll with multicoloured painted toenails. When he breaks down and cries, a PHOTO hanging behind him on the wall is revealed. It’s a picture of a younger Prism, seated with his feet up, and laughing as a WOMAN who vaguely resembles Wanda fixes his locks and an adorable LITTLE GIRL paints his toenails multicoloured.

At sunrise the next day, Prism walks down the beach again. But this time, he wades in up to his waist and scoops the water into his cupped hands. He raises his hands to the heavens and lets the water stream down his arms onto his face. A cleansing. A rebirth.

Then he starts to swim. Smoothly, evenly, at home with the water.

As we fade out we HEAR a news report from January 2020. A car crash killed the woman and the girl in the photo, and Prism was hospitalized as the sole survivor.

PRISM