GE 1995 Season 2 Episode 6: Paulitorial
Note: this is not a transcript, but a working draft of the script, so there may be differences in the aired version.
PAULITORIAL - 6
PAUL: They say you can never go home. But God
knows, after the backslapping became
backstabbing over at Townie TeeVee last
week in the wake of my talk-show debacle,
didn't I want to.
My first job in the media was here at the
Broadcasting Corporation of Newfoundland
... a summer replacement sportscaster.
Then, trumped up on my own signifigance,
I left for what I imagined were greener
pastures in Los Angeles. But when things
went so horribly wrong down there, when I
got so badly messed up, where did I go to
dry out, to pull myself together? Home
... the BCN's lonely repeater station on
the Funk Islands, that's where.
And how then did I return to the land of
the living? I booked passage on The
Great Eastern, home.
Home is where the heart is
and this station is mine,
cables it's capilliaries
great magnets its mind.
What lured me away from the nest? How
was I tempted? Perhaps I am weak.
Indeed, as I found out, there are some
lessons that must be learned over and
over again ... and the most important of
these is humility.
Remember when you were a kid ... those
eternal summer holidays around the bay,
up in the country? They ended, late one
night, after hours in the car ... you
came through the front door of the house,
got under the covers of your own bed ...
and the smell ... that feel ... home.
Resist though I might, fate has drawn me
back to this familiar chair, has
compelled me to chant, once again, the
sacred, cleansing mantra of radio ... "
(blow twice) testing, testing ... one,
two, three ... (tap tap) Is this thing
on?"
God, it's good to be home.