PAUL:	Wow, what a fortnight we’ve 
	just tiptoed through, here in 
	the old town of the old 
	province.

	Before I go any further, I 
	extend heartfelt thanks to the 
	crew on the opposite coast of 
	Canada, the folks aboard the 
	good ship Double Exposure.
	
	When it became obvious here 
	that the labour troubles at 
	the BCN would mean we couldn’t 
	possibly go to air last 
	Saturday, those guys just 
	jumped right in and created a 
	one-hour show out of almost 
	nothing !  Thanks to Bob and 
	Luba.  And congratulations on 
	20 years of radio.  That must 
	be some kind of Canadian 
	record, hey, 20 years ?
	
	Anyway, some concerns at 
	Ground Zero here have been 
	ironed out.  And today, we 
	attempt once more to bring you 
	The Great Eastern.
	
	I’m making my way through the 
	empty foyer, past the boarded 
	up souvenir kiosk, towards the 
	front entrance of the BCN 
	building on Duckworth St.  I 
	want to ensure that the 
	technicians out on the 
	pavement know that I am in 
	solidarity with them.
	
SFX:	DOORS OPEN TO STREET

	Compadres, hasta la victoria 
	sempre !

TECH #1:	Go on, Moth, management suck !

TECH #2:	Scab !

PAUL:	Hey, guys, I’m no scab.  Ish 
	made it very clear that my 
	position here would not be 
	available unless I occupied it 
	throughout the troubles. It 
	has nothing to do with you !

#1:	Mommy’s boy !

PAUL:	And the announcers aren’t on 
	strike.  I just came out here 
	to ... ow !  Hey !  To show 
	some solidarity ...

SFX:	PAUL THROWN INTO THE STREET

	Watch it, you guys !

#1:	Why, what are you gonna do, 
	mic boy ?

#2:	Gimme that.  ( GRABS MIC )

PAUL:	Hey, we’re on air !

ALL:	Come on !  Hey !  Watch it, 
	you.  Scab !  Am not !

SFX:	AIR HORN, JR’S HUMMER APPEARS

	Look out !  Hey !  Lunatic !
	
PAUL:	Jeez, who’s that in the Hummer 
	?

JR:	Paul !  Hop aboard !

PAUL:	J Richard !

JR:	Come on, man.  No time to 
	waste.

SFX:	PAUL IN THE HUMMER, SLAMS 
DOOR, PICKETERS BANGING ON 
DOORS AND HOOD AND SUCH

	Hang on, Paul !  We’re going 
	in !

PAUL:	Watch out !  The doors !

JR:	Doors don’t bother Hummers, 
	Paul.

SFX:	MAN GETS RUN OVER.  SCREAMS.  
HUMMER CRASHES THROUGH THE 
LARGE GLASS DOORS

PAUL:	JR !  You ran over balloon 
	boy!

JR:	A casualty of progress.  Which 
	way to the studio ?  I’ve 
	never driven there before.

	Mom made some soup for you.

#1:	Oh, great.  Don’t patronise 
	us, man.

#2:	I don’t know, I kinda liked 
	the soup.


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