GE 1995 Season 2 Episode 3: Intro
Note: this is not a transcript, but a working draft of the script, so there may be differences in the aired version.
SHOW 3: BEGINNING, TOWER SKETCH AND EARLING IN TAXI
DOUG: It's 10:35 NF Standard Time. Stay tuned for the Great
Eastern: Newfoundland's Cultural Magazine, with Paul Moth.
You are listening to the Broadcasting Corporation of
Newfoundland, 520 on the long wave.
MUSIC: VAMP BEGINS.
DOUG: (OVER VAMP) This week on the Great Eastern:
CLIPS, THEME IN AND PAUL'S BILLBOARD OVER THEME. THEME OUT.
PAUL: Good Morning, peoples of Canada, and bonjour Nfld, gudin
daginn Iceland, je m'appelle Paul Moth. This week on The
Great Eastern, out and about in St. John's: a trek up Mt.
Scio to see the past become the future; a rare invite to the
exclusive Javelin Crescent enclave; an excursion or two on
a ship simulator; and a spin in orbit 'round the earth on a
communications satellite. All this for you, on Nfld's Cultural
Magazine, the Great Eastern.
Just after Wednesday's 6:00 a.m. station sign-on, the BCN's
stalwart signal was interrupted for eighteen minutes. Though
the dead air distressed few ears, word does get around in
this town. And since this was the first interruption of service
in sixty proud years of the BCN, rumours quickly began to
circulate. About a CRTC suspension, cutbacks to our
operating grant, and other such dark possibilities.
Unfortunately the answer to the mystery, more simple than
that, lies within my own head.
The historic, coal-fired transmission tower of the BCN has
entered its final days. Decommissioning and demolition of
that elegant art-deco steel-beam and cable tracery will
commence immediately upon erection of our new, highly
efficient, yet ... somehow ... artless, communications array.
Last Wednesday morning, I decided to pay homage to the
passing of an era in Newfoundland broadcasting by making
a dawn visit to the transmitter station that overlooks the city.
SFX: INTERIOR TAXI. LEAVES PAVED ROAD FOR GRAVEL.
STOPS
HACK: That's six dollars and forty cents.
PAUL: What's the problem ?
HACK: I'm not taking the car up there. The smoke from the
generator'll strip the paint right off 'er.
PAUL: Keep the change.
SFX: PAUL EXITING TAXI, DOOR CLOSE, TAXI ROARS OFF
PAUL: (climbing steep hill) From here you can just make out the
top of the giant rabbit ears, the old BCN broadcast tower,
but there's evidence of coal powered radio all around. The
woods are cloaked in heavy soot, the air is acrid, listen!
Listen! That deep rumbling is water from Less Bottom Pond
coming through the big pipe heading to the steam engines!
Let's hurry! They're about to start broadcasting.
SFX: PAUL RUNNING UP GRAVEL COVERED HILL, HEAVY
BREATHING
PAUL: THERE IT IS! It's beautiful. And there, look, the stokers,
the men at the very heart of the BCN, the big men from Bell
Island who feed the insatiable furnace with the coal that
creates the steam that spins the turbine that becomes the
electricity that is the very radio waves you are now listening
to. HAIL GOOD STOKERS. Alas, irony of ironies, these
great men of radio cannot hear me, for years of working
cheek to jowl with the mighty generator have left them stone
deaf.
ARI: PAUL! Up here! Come up to zee Tower.
PAUL: And there's BCN's grand old man of the long waves, head of
engineering, Ari Uldmanis. COMING UP ARI!
SFX: INTERIOR. BASE OF TOWER. WEIRD, KIDNEY
JANGLING ELECTRONIC NOISES, ARE ABOUT. ALSO
OCCASIONAL VAN DER GRAAF GENERATORS ETC.
PAUL: What a morning, Ari.
ARI: Every morning is what a morning, Paul Moth.
PAUL: These must be sad days for you?
ARI: Well, as Mr. Lundrigan says ... we must move with the
times.
PAUL: What will you do when the tower is finally demolished?
ARI: I am near retirement in any event. For years I vas planning
on going back to Latvia but now, vith death so close ... I
don't know ... perhaps some time at the BCN radio
laboratory. Then again maybe I will live out my last years in
bitter loneliness here in the wonderful city of legends.
PAUL: God, Ari I don't ....
ARI: Let's not be blue today, Paul Moth, host of zee Great
Eastern. Let us celebrate radio broadcasting. Let us
summon Marconi from the ether ! COME ON PAUL!
FOLLOW ME! UP THE TOWER!
PAUL: Ari Uldmanis! I'm right behind you, man !
SFX: INTENSE GUSTS OF WIND. METAL BENDS AND
WHINES UNDER THE STRAIN. CLIMBING FEET ARE
HEARD SEARCHING FOR THE RUNGS OF A FRAIL
METAL LADDER
PAUL: (shitbaked) IT'S SO MUCH HIGHER THAN I IMAGINED.
ARI: (laughing) You can almost see Riga from here.
PAUL: Look someone driving up to the Tower, in the BCN van.
ARI: Veather Vatchdog Earling Biggs, he comes in for sign on
every morning.
PAUL: I never knew that ... He looks so small from up here, like a
bug.
ARI: The Earling Bird catches ze worm.
SFX: GROWLING MOTORS
ARI: IT BEGINS. THE ELECTRICITY ! COME TO ME !
PAUL: Hurry, Earling !
ARI: STOKERS CLEAR THE PULSE. EARLING THROWS
THE SWITCH AND RACES TO HIS MICROPHONE !
PAUL: 3 ... 2 ... 1
SFX: HITHERTO UNKNOWN SOUNDS OF THE FIBRE OF
THE UNIVERSE BEING TORN BY A VENGEFUL GOD
FOLLOWED BY PAUL'S SUDDENLY MAGNETIZED
HEAD COLLIDING WITH THE TOWER: WHANG !
ARI: ON AIR! FEEL THE RADIO WAVES!
NOTE: AS PAUL SPEAKS THE SIGN ON, ODE TO NF COMES
THROUGH HIS OPEN MOUTH
PAUL\ODE: MY HEAD! IT'S STUCK!
ARI: What ... do you have metal in your head?
PAUL: THERE'S A ... THERE'S A PLATE IN MY HEAD!
ARI: Your skull has become magnetized.
PAUL: Help me, Ari.
ARI: We'll have to stop the broadcasting.
PAUL: Please, Ari !
ARI: (voice disappearing) I'll be back. Hold on tight. The wave
warping when we power down will throw you from the tower.
PAUL: THROW ME FROM THE TOWER?
ARI: HOLD ON PAUL OR YOU WILL BE KILLED!
CUT TO: LATER - EARLING'S CAR
PAUL: Thank's for the lift, Earling.
EARLING: How's your head?
PAUL: Still throbbing.
EARLING: How'd you end up with a metal plate in your head?
PAUL: It was a long time ago ... In Los Angeles ... a stand-off with
the cops ... I don't blame anyone. Doctor's say it's a miracle
there wasn't more tissue damage, I still have ... you know ...
some memory disturbances but otherwise...
EARLING: Sorry I asked.
PAUL: I had no idea you did the sign-on from here ... every
morning.
EARLING: The shift gives me time to write ... in the afternoons.
PAUL: You write ? What kind of stuff ?
EARLING: (through clenched teeth) Novels.
SFX: Car tires screeching around corner.
PAUL: Anything ... published ?
EARLING: Oh ya. Published alright, short-listed for a couple of awards.
PAUL: Jeez, Earling, I feel bad that I didn't know this. Can I get any
of your books in town ?
EARLING: No, you have to order them in bulk.
PAUL: Oh ... sorry ... remaindered ?
EARLING: No, Paul. They're sold by the half ton, as fuel or ballast.
PAUL: What got you writing ?
EARLING: I had a riddle published in the Reader's Digest and after
seeing my name in print I was bitten by the bug.
PAUL: No, really.
EARLING: I don't like to talk about it.
SFX: CASSETTE FUMBLING
You understand Finnish, Paul ?
PAUL: No. What do you have there ?
EARLING: It's my brother's girlfriend's band. Varttina.
MUSIC/SFX: MUSIC CRANKED UP ON TAPE DECK AS
SCREECHING TIRES ONCE MORE