PAULITORIAL - 7

SFX:	PAUL IN HIS OFFICE AT HIS TYPEWRITER

PAUL:	God, Raj's vindaloo is going right through me ...

	I've got nothing to say ... I've got nothing to say ...

	Oh my god, they'll never believe that.

	"Last night, I went beneath St. John's, and there I found ..."  No, 
	too quick ...

	What's the overall message ... what lesson did I learn about 
	myself ... about St. John's ... about life ...
	
	"The seedy underbelly of St. John's reflects the society we live in" 
	... I can't say that, I sound like Stewart McLean !
	
	What hell did I find in the night, beneath St. John's ...  told them 
	they wouldn't believe me.  Geez, wait a second ... man ... I could 
	be a material witness ... I got to think about this ... would they dust 
	for prints ... no, too many people ...

	What did I find in the sewer that is St. John's ?  No no no.

	Did I really do what I remember doing ?  Did I spend the night in 
	the catacombs with ... I hope Kathleen's okay.  Would she sing ?  
	Maybe I should call my lawyer.  

	Can't tell the truth.  God, I need sleep, or coffee.

	Did Jerome really look that good to me ?  What would Rhonda 
	think ?  I don't know ... 

	"Egdar Roy Blades, ... captured in daring dawn raid ..."

	(SMELLS HIMSELF)  God, I'm ripe ... It was so hot last night ... 
	who am I ... I walked away from all that ... would I go back if they 
	hadn't been busted, would I go back tonight ... would I become 
	the beast I once was ?

	I mean, maybe I'm really screwed up because Jerry Garcia died 
	the other day ... another of the heroes of my youth gone ... I think 
	I did acid once with a guy who said he was Jerry Garcia  ... a 
	squalid little death in drug rehab ... why doesn't that ever happen 
	to David Crosby or Nana Mouskouri ?  Jerry is dead, long live 
	Jerry.  What would be the right thing to do ... Maybe I should drop 
	some ... 

ERLING:	Hey, Paul, what's happening ?

PAUL:	Erling, I don't know what to say in my traditional show-ending 
	editorial.

ERLING:	How does this go again, I can never get it straight.

PAUL:	Push root beer if you want lime.

SFX:	APPROPRIATE SOUNDS

ERLING:	Have a rough night last night, Paul ?  

PAUL:	I'm still having it, Erling.  I was doing the wearing the wire thing.

ERLING:	You look awful.  Fall off the wagon ?

PAUL:	I think it blind-sided me.  Man, you would not believe what goes 
	on in this town after dark.

ERLING:	Like ... like ... like what ?

PAUL:	I was in the catacombs.

ERLING:	No way.

PAUL:	Yes way, my friend.

ERLING:	( WITH BONER IN POCKET )  All true ?

PAUL:	Geez, you know Erling, about last week, you know, with the rush 
	between tv and radio, I didn't get the chance to thank you for ...

ERLING:	It's almost 10:30, Paul.  Your show, the Great Eastern ?  Perhaps 
	you'd like to host it ...

PAUL:	Cripes ...

SFX:	BUMP BUMP BUMP ... STUDIO DOOR OPENING

TOM:	Geez, Moth, I thought I was going to have to do the show m'self.

PAUL:	Here, I did what I could with the tapes, Tom ... they're numbered, I 
	think ...

SFX:	PAUL MAKES HIS WAY TO THE STUDIO, SHUFFLES PAPERS 
... MUMBLES ...

TOM:	( ON STUDIO SPEAKER )  Oh Paul, did I tell you ... you're Mom 
	called, wants you to call her back.

PAUL:	Hag.  Thanks, Tommy.

DOUG:	It's 10:35 NF Standard Time.  Stay tuned for the Great Eastern: 
	Newfoundland's Cultural Magazine, with Paul Moth.

TOMMY:	You sure you're okay there, Paul ?  You're looking kinda ... 

PAUL:	Oh yeah, fine, don't worry 'bout me.

DOUG:	You are listening to the Broadcasting Corporation of 
	Newfoundland, 520 on the long wave.

MUSIC:	VAMP BEGINS.