ERLING:	Preceded by a second installment of audio tapes (delivered via 
	diplomatic sac to The BCN Tuesday) Paul Moth has surfaced - a Paris. 
	How he got to France is a mystery but his Oougubomban expedition to 
	that point is revealed in stunning detail on the tapes.  We'll get to 
	the aural record in a moment but first ... I believe we've got a line 
	to the City of Lights?  Yes  we do.  Hello?

SFX:	bad international line

CONCIERGE:Pension Africain.

ERLING:	Hello, I'm looking for Paul Moth.

CON:	Je parle pas Anglais.

ERLING:	Oh ... ah .. Je vous ...desire parler a Paul Moth.

CON:	Pas ici maintenant.  (The guests are not allowed to use this phone.  
	Good-bye!) 

ERLING:	Ah ... Tres important ...que je ...

SFX:	DIAL TONE

ERLING:	Oh well ... Renowned for their courtesey these low rent Parisian 
	concierge.  Perhaps then we should begin with tape?  Yes, here then 
	is an edited version of Paul Moth's Oougubomban adventure, Part II.

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I'm Felicia Kwame.  Time now for some People's Radio Bomba Communal 
Announcements.  

An effective revolutionary is a clean revolutionary.  It's rebel hygiene 
month!  Please complete the questionnaires now being circulated.  Are you 
eating enough roughage?  Getting the proper protein complement?  Are water 
purification tablets available in your theatre of the struggle against the 
tyranny of Yasedit Youwho and the World Bank conspiracy to crush the people?  
Report to your cell's health officer.

The rivers are in flood so that means Hee Hee flies and hilaria - the deadly 
laughing sickness of the Bomba.   Net your beds.  Always where long shirts 
and pants, and liberally apply repellant.  Hilaria - It's No Laughing Matter!

A rifle maintenance workshop has been scheduled for an undisclosed location 
in Ramalamadingdong Province.  The time of the workshop is confidential.

Tonight at 9:00 on Popular University of the Air, Dr. Eunice Asuni concludes 
her lecture series on the African New Left.  This week, "Desiring Revolution: 
Towards a Post-Leninist Feminist Pan-Ethnic Praxis of Sensual Liberation and 
New Agricultural Methods."

Those are some communal announcements.  People's Radio Bomba, serving the 
liberated zones of Oougubomba for over three years.  

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PAUL:	Phoo phoo testing testing.

	The condensation is so heavy on the meters of this Krupps-Funkenshiet 
	Blitzrecorder that I can no longer determine any recording levels and 
	there's some kind of fungus growing on my concealed microphones that's 
	been ... well ... causing some other problems.  Up river, 11:37 am, 
	Wednesday, November 26, 19   

COUGH COUGH AH-HUM  HAWK.

	Beneath a nave of Kilhooley palms arching into the sky, the shimmering 
	River Bomba, seemingly boiling in the mid-day heat, parts in two oily 
	wavelets before the blunt prow of the "Blue Peter."  The Blue Peter is 
	a knock-off of a Newfoundland long-liner under the command of Ray Bayloo, 
	known to all as Skipper.

SKIPPER:	Hey Paul!

PAUL:	Shut up, Skipper.

	He is among the many displaced Newfoundland fishermen, retrained in 
	gun-running under the TAGS program, now working the Bomba. How ironic 
	that the former colonial masters are now servents to the river. He 
	guides me up this stagnant, frond-choked, breeding-ground of the hee-hee 
	fly, into the darkest recesses of the Bomba.  My mission, to reign in a 
	broadcasting genius supposedly gone mad.

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Paul reviews Murphokolo file

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SFX:	BOAT ON RIVER; SCREAMS AND MANIACAL LAUGHTER FROM SHORE; BIZARRE 
DISTANT GUNFIRE; RADIO MADNESS OVER SPEAKERS, AND MANY MEN SUFFERING HILARIA.

SKIPPER:	There it is, Paul.

PAUL:	My god !

SKIPPER:	The last repeater station on the Bomba.

PAUL:	Take her in skipper.

SKIPPER:	Are you sure?  Can't you hear?  The hilaria, man!

PAUL:	I gotta talk to the Director of Radio.


SFX:	CROSS TO PAUL WALKING THROUGH SURREAL LANDSCAPE OF RADIO SIGNALS 
	GONE AWRY AND SHELLING.


PAUL:	(shouting)  My name is Paul Moth.  I'm looking for the director 
	of radio here.

VOX:	Hello, Bebop, can you hear me, Bebop?

PAUL:	Can you tell me who the director of radio is here ?

VOX:	Hmmm?  Sorry?  I'm trying to do this double-ender with Bebop and I 
	can't get anything on the 6 SB line and the 1P is totally bunged up.

PAUL:	Who's the Director of Radio at this Station?

VOX:	Ain't you?

SFX:	CROSS BACK TO PAUL SCAMPERING ONTO BOAT.

SKIPPER:	Did you get what you were after?

PAUL:	There's no real food, but I got a few cans of wieners and tins of 
	Carnation, bag of Furlong nobs and a package of jam-jams.

SKIPPER:	Did you find the DoR?

PAUL:	There's no friggin' director of radio here.

FRANK:	(calling from shore).  Is there a Paul Moth on board?

PAUL:	Ya, that's me.  Heh, Frank Johnson!  What are you doing here?

FRANK:	I was sent here from Bebop three days ago with some information 
	for you.  I was expecting you a little sooner.

PAUL:	How'd you get here so fast?

FRANK:	I took the bus.

PAUL:	What bus?

FRANK:	Here, this pouch is for you.  You don't know how happy this makes me.

PAUL:	Why's that?

FRANK:	Now I can get out of here.  You're in the backside of the world, Paul.  
	Good luck.

PAUL:	(shouts after him)  See ya, Frank!  All right, skipper, let's get going.

SFX:	BOAT PULLS OUT AS SHELLING ETC. CONTINUES.

SKIPPER:	Which way?

PAUL:	You know which way, Skipper.

SKIPPER:	(starts getting the hilaria)  Who cares?  Mistah Murphokolo, he dead.

PAUL:	Just get us up river!

SKIPPER:	(Laughing to kill himself.)

PAUL:	I'll take the helm, skipper.  You just go below.

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Paul reads new file
Music
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PAUL:	Testing, testing, testing.  It's Friday, seven twenty-three p.m., the 
	great betel-nut plantation at Duwhap, the most distant station on the river.  
	Is this ever weird.  Almost at the head waters of the mighty Bomba, closer 
	now to Lake Shaboom and the swamps of Dulang Dulang than to Beebobalula, at 
	the very heart of the dark continent, I find myself standing in an impressive 
	Newfoundland colonial faux-oriental estate guest bedroom, clad in a sopping 
	wet dinner jacket.  Plantation estates like these are perhaps all that remains 
	of Newfoundland's brief, 20 year, age of empire.

SFX:	BELL RINGS

PAUL:	Aaah !  Dinner.

	CROSS TO DINING ROOM

PAUL:	Oh my, what a luxurious setting.  These old colonials sure knew how to 
	put on the feed bag.  The planters who settled the hostile interior were not, 
	of course, Newfoundlanders, but Upper Canadians.  And while most of my countrymen 
	fled Bomba after independence, these African Ontarians, or Ontaricans, cling 
	fiercely to this sodden soil.

	Here's our host Mr. Harris-Botha.

HARRIS-BOTHA:	Please friends, howshegoinby.

ALL:	Notbadby.  Waddya at?

SFX:	SEATING

HARRIS-BOTHA:	Let me introduce everyone.  Paul Moth is a Newfoundlander, a 
	"journalist" documenting, no doubt, our tribulations since his Government 
	quit this bountiful land.

PAUL:	Hello, everyone.  Howshegoinby?

ALL:	Waddya at.  Notbadby.

HARRIS-BOTHA:	Kasper Ugarte and Joel Ferrari join us again.

PAUL:	I'm sure we've met.  Have you ever been to Newfoundland?

JOEL:	I don't know what your talking about.  I swear I've never been there.

PAUL:	Wait now!  Beneath St. John's, the cabaret in the catacombs.

JOEL:	HE'S LYING!

KASPAR:`	Ha ha ha, excuse my tiny friend, he had a bit of bad luck in Morocco.  
	Not been himself since. (Aside)  Quiet, you insect.

HARRIS-BOTHA:	My beautiful and insatiable wife, Katrina.

KATRINA:	Welcome to the Bomba, Mr. Moth.  I hope you haven't found the 
	punishing boredom a trial.

PAUL:	It's hardly been boring.

KATRINA:	Try spending your best years on a Betel plantation.

SFX:	HB SLAMS FIST ON THE TABLE

HARRIS-BOTHA:	THIS IS OUR HOME!

KATRINA:	I HATE IT HERE!

HARRIS-BOTHA:	LISTEN WOMAN!  THERE IS NO BOAT WAITING TO TAKE US 
	BACK TO ONTARIO!

KATRINA:	(weeping, runs from the room)  

HARRIS-BOTHA:	Life up here in the jungle can be hard on woman.

JOEL:	I know what you mean.

HARRIS-BOTHA:	I was also expecting Pierre LeRoy to join us but ...

PAUL:	Pierre LeRoy, the famous camofleur?

HARRIS-BOTHA:	Yes.

JOEL:	Wonderful work !

PAUL:	Yes, I love his camouflage.

KASPAR:	I like a man who likes good cover.

PIERRE:	Bon Soir!

	ALL GASP IN SURPRISE

JOEL:	Astounding.

PAUL:	Monsieur LeRoy, coming as the centre piece ...

JOEL:	(OFF MIC)  He once came in my pants.

PAUL:	Truly spectac ... ahh, where did he go ?  Fantastic.

JOEL:	You say your a journalist.

PAUL:	I host a cultural magazine if you can call ...

JOEL:	I think you're a spy!

PAUL:	What ?

HARRIS-BOTHA:	You're no spy, are you ?

KASPAR:	An old associate of yours is leader of the rebels.

PAUL:	Who ?

HARRIS-BOTHA:	Larry Murphakolo.

PAUL:	He worked at the BCN, but we didn't ... 

KASPAR:	So you do know him.

JOEL:	I told you he was a spy.

HARRIS-BOTHA:	They've got their eye on this plantation my friend.  
	But I'm ready for them.

SFX:	GUN DRAWN, HAMMER PULLED BACK

KASPAR:	Now, now, now Mr. Harris-Botha, we've come for dinner.  
	Gun play before the soup, surely not.

JOEL:	What kind of soup?

	PERSPECTIVE RESTS WITH PAUL FOLLOWING IN B.G.

HARRIS-BOTHA:	You're as bad as those Reds from the U.N. telling a 
	man where he can draw his gun.

JOEL:	Don't point that thing at me.

HARRIS-BOTHA:	I'll point it at whoever I please.

KASPAR:	I'm sorry, Mr. Harris-Botha, but its a reflex, whenever I 
	see a gun I reach for my culture.

HARRIS-BOTHA:	You foul man.

KATRINA:	Psssst.  Down here.

PAUL:	Mrs. Harris-Botha, what are you doing under the table ?

KATRINA:	I'm so lonely, I need a man, please meet me in my ...

HARRIS-BOTHA:	What's going on down there? Katrina, you filthy creature.

SERVANT:	(runs in) They're making an announcement on rebel radio 

HARRIS-BOTHA:	Turn it on.

SFX:	CRACKLE OF RADIO

PAUL:	(on radio) ... I, Paul Moth, guarantee the unconditional support 
	of Newfoundland and indeed all of Canada for the new free peoples 
	republic of Oougubomba, your struggle is our struggle, down with everything.

JOEL:	He is !  He is a spy !  (HILARIA SETS IN)

KASPAR:	He's got the hilaria !

HARRIS-BOTHA:	You bastard, Moth !  How dare you come in to my home.

PAUL:	Just a second - they must have cut the tape, I didn't say those 
	things !

SERVANT:	Soup.

PIERRE:	Bon soir !

ALL:	Waaah !

SFX:	REBEL ATTACK  (CD 7707 CUT 54 INDEX 97)  GLASS/WINDOWS BREAKING.  
	ALL UNDER TABLES, ETC.

ALL:	SCREAMS 'Get down get down get down !'

KATRINA:	It's the rebels.  They're liberating the compound.

HARRIS-BOTHA:	Over my dead body !

KATRINA:	Really dear ?

SFX:	SHOOTS HIM.  ALL GASP

JOEL:	She's killed him !  (LAUGHING)

KATRINA:	I'm joining the rebels.  Come with me, Paul.

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Larry Murphakolo
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ERLING:	There it is then, the last dispatch from the Bomba.  We had 
	intended to speak with Paul Moth in Paris to learn how he-- ... oh, 
	Hollis is telling me that ... we have managed to get Paul on the line.

SFX:	international line

ERLING:	Hello Paul.

CON:	(lines off) I told you, no phone calls, Algerian scum.

PAUL:	(off) Give me that phone, you hag!  Listen to me, I will not suffer 
	this ... Hello?  Hello?   Hello Erling!  Jeez I never thought I'd say 
	this but ... it sure is nice to hear your voice ... 

CON:	(off) Hang up or I'll have you sent back to Africa!

PAUL:	Just a second (off - in French)  F&*# OFF!  One call!  (back on) 
	So, where can I pick up my plane ticket?

ERLING:	I don't know anything about any plane ticket.

PAUL:	Ish was suppose to look into a ticket. (gravely) Erling, I've got 
	to get out of here.

ERLING:	We just heard an edited version of the second half of your trip.  
	How did you ever get out of there?

PAUL:	Well they bombed the rebel headquarters.

ERLING:	Yeah, we heard that bit.

PAUL:	I was trapped under some rubble for an hour or so, I dug myself out 
	and ... well ... it was pandemonium, there was talk that Government 
	troops were parachuting in, I managed to get in this dugout canoe with 
	these rebels, two of them a little tiny fellow in the front and this 
	great huge fellow ... they were a great help, got me into Burkina Faso, 
	which, without papers, is not a very friendly place, in any event I make 
	it to this place Tenkodogo- a dump - where I managed to score an Algerian 
	Passport ... under the name (he looks) Mahoumad Yoiuhawkhaidi ... looks 
	kind of like me with a deep tan ... into Mali, no problem, fly out of 
	Bamako on Africa 3000 ... but the Algerian paper causes serious problems 
	once I land in France ... besides which I am very short on cash by this time, 
	so my new found friends from Burkina set my up in this joint.  I'm not a 
	terrific fan of the French you know Erling.  Now if we might return to 
	the matter of a plane ticket.

ERLING:	They're expensive now, it's high season.

PAUL:	Getting comfortable in that seat are we Erling?

ERLING:	No, no, no ... I'm just saying that with cut-backs you know, a full-fare 
	ticket is out of the question.

PAUL:	Look, I've got to do the Billy Penton reading next week, and the woman 
	I had coming in got in a fight with Mom and won't go back to the house and -- 

CON:	C'est tout!  Termine!  

PAUL:	(screams off)  Deux minutes!

CON:	Non!  C'est fini !

ERLING:	I don't know what to tell you, Paul.  Joyeux Noel, I guess.  

PAUL:	(struggling)  Donne moi c'est appareil !  Ecoutes, maudit c--

SFX:	DIAL TONE

ERLING:	That's it, then ?  We've lost the line, have we, Hollis ?

	We've lost the line.

	Paul Moth, in the flesh, as it were.  God-willing, he will be here next 
	week for BCN's traditional reading of Little Billy Penton's Christmas 
	in the Mines. 

	That's next Saturday, little Billy Penton kicks off the Great Eastern's 
	seasonal programming.
 
	And a special note - bowing to popular demand, we will re-broadcast our 
	internationally celebrated special on Ned Murrin's "Carlos, Duke of Portugal", 
	the first play written and performed in the New World.  A great Newfoundland 
	tradition, the "'Gee", on Saturday, December 27.

SFX:	CLOSING THEME

	Another eventful day on The Great Eastern.

	We signal ourselves to you live with the noble assistance of our engineer Hollis 
	Duffett, and Ish Lundrigan, our director of radio here at the BCN.

	Send your e-mails to , your letters to the BCN, 
	342 Duckworth St., St. John's, Newfoundland, A1C 1H5, and browse our worldwide 
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	My name is Erling Biggs.  Join us next Saturday for The Great Eastern, 
	Newfoundland's Cultural Magazine!

SFX:	THEME OUT.  JUNGLE PRESENCE IN

PAUL:	Phoo phoo ... testing, testing, one two three ... is this thing on ?  
	Oh man, the heat ...