Transcript for 3. Maribelle

INT. THE NOTHINGNESS –

STATIC.

The static gives away slowly to a garbled voice trying to push through. Finally it does.

THE VOICE:

… is the frequency? Can you hear me? I am-

STATIC continues.

THE VOICE (CONT’D):

Are you receiving this message… are you receiving this message… Are you receiving this message

CLICK.

INT. ELLS HOME LIVING ROOM – DAY

Carmen rummages through a few dresser drawers.

CARMEN:

Damn it!

She SLAMS the drawer shut.

CARMEN (CONT’D):

It’s okay. I’m okay. I just need to think.  

Pause.

CARMEN (CONT’D):

Okay… I know you had an appointment book around here. Let’s see.

She walks out of the living room and into

ELLS HOME HALLWAY

Carmen’s half inch heels CLACK against the hardwood floor all the way into-

ELLS HOME STUDY

She walks straight to the Joseph’s work desk. She RATTLES the center drawer. It’s locked.

CARMEN:

A key! Oh course it would require a key!

INT. THE NOTHINGNESS

CLICK.

STATIC.

DONALD:

Honey, I’m home!

Louise holding a needle up to her arm freezes mid injection.

DONALD (CONT’D):

Louise?

LOUISE:

Donald… you’re home early. Not doing brunch with James?

DONALD:

He’s dead.

LOUISE:

So soon?

DONALD:

Axe to head.

LOUISE:

Typical.

DONALD:

What’s with the funny business?

LOUISE:

I don’t follow.

DONALD:

You were about to shoot D-R-U-G-S into your arm.

She mouths the letter back to herself.

LOUISE:

Drugs!?!

DONALD:

Yes.

LOUISE:

No. With this needle?

DONALD:

Yes.

LOUISE:

With this needle that is in my hand?

DONALD:

Yes!

LOUISE:

That wasn’t drugs.

DONALD:

What was it then?

LOUISE:

Smack.

DONALD:

Smack?

LOUISE:

Horse.

DONALD:

Those are drugs.

LOUISE:

Skag?

DONALD:

Yes.

LOUISE:

Mexican tar?

DONALD:

Heroin.

LOUISE:

Then yes. I was doing drugs.

DONALD:

Why? We have money.

LOUISE:

Sometimes when I’m here, home alone with only the books on a shelf and my brand new Elctrolux vacuum. The only brand to guarantee powerful suction and to never jam! I think to myself… God! I need to get high!

DONALD:

What a day.

LOUISE:

Something wrong dear? Tell me what’s on your mind.

DONALD:

My brother is dead.

LOUISE:

Yes Donald… you mentioned that already. Anything newer? More recent?

DONALD:

My wife is a degenerate.

LOUISE:

That’s a bit harsh don’t you think?

DONALD:

I’m sorry love. It really has been a day.

LOUISE:

I’m sure. (beat) You’re rubbing your temples. Headache?

DONALD:

A bit.

LOUISE:

Would you like me to get you a tablet or some drinking powder?

DONALD:

Yes please… NO! Louise… I’d like some Skag!

LOUISE:

You mean that?

DONALD:

Yes. I really, really do.

LOUISE:

Oh Donald! I love you!

STATIC.

CLICK.

INT. FINE PUBLISHING’S BULLPEN – DAY

Whitney and Walter stand in front of the secretary MELANIE, mid 20s, desk. The writer’s bullpen is busy with typewriters clanging about and murmured conversation.

WHITNEY:

We would like to speak Mr. Fine.

MELANIE:

Appointment?

WHITNEY:

Nope.

WALTER:

I’ve always wanted to be a writer working in the bullpen with all the other writers.

MELANIE:

And you are?

WHITNEY:

Private investigators.

WALTER:

If we weren’t doing this Whit, we’d be writers. (beat) Well, I’d be the writer and you’d be… You’ll be you dear Whit.

MELANIE:

And you’re looking for Mr. Fine?

WHITNEY:

Yes.

WALTER:

Which is a very wonderful thing.

WHITNEY (To Walter):

Hush.

MELANIE:

I believe he’s out right now.

WHITNEY:

Can we wait?

WALTER:

Is there a restroom here?

MELANIE (To Whitney):

Now isn’t good time.

WALTER:

I beg to differ. My bladder will have none of this!

MELANIE (To Whitney)

No.

(To Walter)

Yes!

WHITNEY:

It is a good time?

MELANIE:

No! You two are confusing me.

WALTER:

Not to worry dear. I’ll start my search for relief this way. Walter walks through to back office.

MELANIE: Wait!                WHITNEY: Troubles!

Walter grabs the knob to the only door in the room and flings it open and enter to

INT. TERRY FINE’S OFFICE –

Terry sits frozen at his desk eating his chicken salad sandwich.

WALTER:

This isn’t the bathroom!

TERRY:

Excuse me?

WALTER:

Fair enough.

TERRY:

Melanie!

(To Walter)

This my office!

WALTER:

Oh dear! Who are you?

TERRY:

This is my office. Terry Fine of Fine Publishing! Who heck are you?

WALTER:

Perfect. I was looking for you.

Melanie and Whitney follow in.

MELANIE:

I am so sorry Mr. Fine.

WALTER:

Thank you Melanie! I found him!

TERRY:

What is happening here Melanie?

WHITNEY:

Apologies Mr. Fine.

TERRY:

I don’t care. Get out!

WALTER:

Will do. Just as soon we find out what you know about Joseph Ells and his recent disappearance.

Silence.

WALTER (CONT’D):

Walter Mix. My friends call me Troubles. May I sit?

TERRY:

Close the door Melanie.

MELANIE:

Sir?

TERRY:

It’s okay. Melanie exits and closes the door behind her.

WHITNEY:

Thanks for making the time.

WALTER:

Shall we start?

TERRY:

Please. Mind if I eat while we do this?

WALTER:

I don’t mind. Whit?

WHITNEY:

Clear to continue.

WALTER:

Wonderful office. Spacious. (Pause) How long has Mr. Ells been in your employ?

TERRY:

He isn’t.

WALTER:

Interesting.

(To Whitney)

Whit, could you… notes?

(To Terry)

Fired?

TERRY:

Quit.

WHITNEY:

How long ago?

TERRY:

Three… four months ago I suppose.

WALTER:

Why do you suppose?

TERRY:

Hey… I’m a busy man. I can’t keep track of every two bit writer that waltzes in and out of here.

WALTER:

Hm. Any idea why he quit?

TERRY:

The idiot left to start a career in radio serials. Ha! Can you believe that? What a maroon!

WALTER:

What a maroon indeed. Whit, can write down maroon please?

WHITNEY:

Way out in front boss.

WALTER:

That this is a very nice typewriter.  

TERRY:

Thank you?

WHITNEY:

Did he stay in touch with anyone in the office after he left?

TERRY:

Of course. We’re pen pals. I do that with everyone that screws me over.

WALTER:

Back to the typewriter, had it long?

TERRY:

Recent purchase.

WHITNEY:

No friends here at work?

TERRY:

Hey. What is it with you two?

WHITNEY: Us two?            WALTER: Us Two?

TERRY:

What’s the deal here? She your girl Friday?

WHITNEY:

Really?

WALTER:

Nothing of the sort. I’ll tell you Mr. Fine. It’s not something I go around telling everyone. You see her father, Winfred and I were friends before the first war. We joined together. Fought on the front lines together. He was like a brother to me. We looked out for each other. We were stationed just outside Germany in a secured area. During our security rounds we stumbled upon a German spy stationed with our unit. There was a struggle. A grenade came loose. He pushed we away and threw himself atop it. Saved my life that day. That young woman is my ward. My responsibility. I will never let her from sight. It’s the least I can do to honor my fallen brother.

TERRY:

I didn’t know.

WALTER:

They never do.

WHITNEY:

Uh-Huh, Mr. Fine… did Joseph have any friends here at work?

TERRY:

Um… Brick was a frequent collaborator. He’s out today.

WHITNEY:

Is this his normal day off?

TERRY:

No. He must have the sniffles. I’ll be stopping by his place later to spoon feed him chicken soup. I’ll let him know your concerns.

WHITNEY:

Hear that Troubles? Best boss ever.

WALTER:

Something to strive to I suppose.

TERRY:

Come back tomorrow if you need to speak to him so badly. You’ll find him third desk from my office against the window.

WHITNEY:

Thank you for your time sir.

INT. NOTHINGNESS –

STATIC and DISTORTION

INT. DRY CLEANERS – DAY

He SCRIBBLES it off his list.

KEETS (To Himself):

Picked up Age Begone vanishing cream.

DRY CLEANER:

Eighteen cents is your change. See you next Stanley and say hi to the wife for me!  

KEETS: (To Himself)

Which brings us too… pick up dry clean

DRY CLEANER:

Ticket?

OFFICER KEETS:

Hi. Picking up a few shirts for Keets.

DRY CLEANER:

Yes. Ticket?

KEETS:

Under Mrs. Keets… or Beverly. Or Mr. Keets?

DRY CLEANER:

Ticket.

OFFICER KEETS:

See my wife ask me this to pick this up-

DRY CLEANER:

And your ticket?

OFFICER KEETS:

I don’t have a ticket.

DRY CLEANER:

Go get your ticket and come back.

OFFICER KEETS:

Don’t you have records-

DRY CLEANER:

You must have your ticket.

OFFICER KEETS:

Just look in the-

DRY CLEANER:

Please sir.

OFFICER KEETS:

Really? I’m on the job! I live in the valley and you expect…

DRY CLEANER:

I will call the police if you do not go.

OFFICER KEETS:

Are you kidding? Look at me. (pause) I am the police.

DRY CLEANER:

Sir.

Pause.

OFFICER KEETS:

You’re really… you’re really raking me over coals, you know?

DRY CLEANER:

Over the… over the… uh, coals?

OFFICER KEETS:

Do a cop a favor. (pause) Do a cop and favor and maybe a cop someday he does you a favor.

DRY CLEANER:

I am suppose to stick to the rules.

OFFICER KEETS:

Come now.

DRY CLEANER:

I’m… SUPPOSED… to stick to the rules.

OFFICER KEETS:

You got a wife don’t you?

DRY CLEANER:

I’m-

SLAPS themself.

KEETS:

Don’t hit yourself! Why-

DRY CLEANER:

-supposed to-

SLAP.

KEETS:

-would you do that?

DRY CLEANER:

-STICK-

SLAP

OFFICER KEETS:

Hey.

DRY CLEANER:

-to the-

SLAP.

OFFICER KEETS:

HEY!

DRY CLEANER:

RULES!!!

SLAP. SLAP. SLAP.

OFFICER KEETS:

Cut it out! Stop it now.

Keets restrains the Dry Cleaners hands. Dry Cleaner sobs.

OFFICER KEETS (CONT’D):

Why… why are doing that? Why would you

DRY CLEANER (Sobbing):

I’m supposed to stick to the rules.

OFFICER KEETS:

Okay. It’s okay. We’ll stick the rules, okay? (short pause) Now I’m going to let you go. You’re not going to hurt yourself right?

DRY CLEANER:

No.

OFFICER KEETS:

Okay.

He lets go of Dry Cleaners hands.

OFFICER KEETS (CONT’D):

What’s your name?

DRY CLEANER:

What?

OFFICER KEETS:

Name?

DRY CLEANER:

I’m a dry cleaner.

OFFICER KEETS:

But your name.

DRY CLEANER:

Dry Cleaner.

OFFICER KEETS:

You have a family?

DRY CLEANER:

A wife?

OFFICER KEETS:

You have a wife? Any kids.

DRY CLEANER:

Your little girl is so pretty.

OFFICER KEETS:

My- did you say my little girl?

DRY CLEANER:

Maribelle. Golden hair. Glistens like a ray of light. Spinning round, round, round,

OFFICER KEETS:

My daughter? Do I know you?

DRY CLEANER:

Spinning round, round, round…

OFFICER KEETS:

Hey!

DRY CLEANER:

Spinning round, round, round…

OFFICER KEETS:

Why would you mention my daughter?

DRY CLEANER:

Do you hear that?

OFFICER KEETS:

Answer me!

He takes out his baton and slams it on the counter top.

OFFICER KEETS:

I will come behind there and make you answer me!

DRY CLEANER:

What is that sound?

OFFICER KEETS:

How would you know my daughter!

DRY CLEANER:

God showed me the way.

Dry Cleaner flips on the garment conveyor belt.

OFFICER KEETS:

Forget the clothes! You’re under arrest!

DRY CLEANER:

That sound. What’s the frequency?

OFFICER KEETS:

Turn off the machine then put your hands in the air!

DRY CLEANER:

What’s the frequency?

Dry Cleaner slips their hand into the belt track.

OFFICER KEETS:

Don’t!

DRY CLEANER:

What’s the frequen – AARGH! AARGH!

Keets jumps over the counter.

OFFICER KEETS:

Stop! My God!

DRY CLEANER:

AARGH!!! What’s the frequency? What’s- AARGH!!!!

Keets slaps at the control panel in an effort to make it stop.

OFFICER KEETS:

God! Make it stop!

INT. THE NOTHINGNESS –

LOW STATIC.

 

SLICK:

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BOY:

Gee ma! That chicken leg sure looks beautiful! Can I clean up the dishes after we eat?

MISSY:

Why sure!

SLICK:

And your husband will appreciate too…

HUSBAND:

Wow! Just look at that meal sparkle! Say, did you lose weight?

MISSY (Coy):

Maybe.

WINK sound effect.

SLICK:

Sparkle Sheen is formulated specifically for suburban life consumption and made with our patented Teflon ingredient you’ll never have a dull, lifeless meal again.

STATIC.

CLICK.

INT. THE NOTHINGNESS-

MRS. KEETS:

Oh, come on sweetie. Just a bite or two? Oh, but it’s your favorite isn’t my darling. Sweet peas for my sweet pea? No? Uh… I know just the thing. A little bit of your favorite, Spishak Shimmer Sheen spray. Not even you can resist.

SPRAY

MRS. KEETS:

Oh… maybe you can. Oh sweetpea please. Oh come along. Oh there, there… daddy will be home soon. Oh… I hope. Come on, just a spot of dinner before bedtime my dear. AH! Maribelle… sweetie… please don’t throw your food. Oh, what a mess. Come on my sweet little cuddle cub just a bite or two? There’s my little cuddle cub. What a sweetheart you are. Oh yes. OH yes. So precious. Just a bite now.

INT. KEETS FAMILY HOME – NIGHT

Keets ambles through the front and closes it. He’s in a daze.

MRS. KEETS (O.S.)

Dear lord! It’s so late snugglebear!

He drops his keys onto the hallway desk.

MRS. KEETS (CONT’D):

Did you make it to the cleaners on time?

Silence.

Keets removes his jacket and hangs it on the coat rack.

MRS. KEETS, early 30s enters the hallway.

MRS. KEETS (CONT’D):

Tim? I’ve been calling to you. What are you doing just standing there? Come. Dinner is ready. Our favorite show will be on soon.

She extends her hand. He doesn’t budge.

MRS. KEETS (CONT’D):

What’s on your face? You’re a mess… Timothy? Is that…? My god! Timothy are you alright?

OFFICER KEETS:

It’s not mine. None of it is mine.

MRS. KEETS:

Poor dear. You must of had a day.

OFFICER KEETS:

Maribelle?

MRS. KEETS:

Shall I run you bath before you eat? It’s no bother-

OFFICER KEETS:

Maribelle, where is she?

MRS. KEETS:

It’s late dear.

He heads up the stairs.

MRS. KEETS (CONT’D):

Don’t wake her now! You’ll give her such a fright in your condition!

He continues up the stairs.

MRS. KEETS (CONT’D):

At least clean

INT. KEETS FAMILY HALLWAY

He walks down the hallway.

MRS. KEETS (O.S.):

-yourself up first!

He turns the doorknob of Maribelle’s bedroom door and enters

INT. MARIBELLE’S BEDROOM

Keets stands in silence for a brief moment.

KEETS:

You’re safe baby girl. You’re safe.

MRS. KEETS (O.S.):

That man…

KEETS:

Daddy’s here.

MARIBELLE:

Daddy…

NIGHTIME SOUNDS

KEETS:

Daddy’s here.

Keets begins to sob faintly.

END OF EPISODE

OUTRO

James:

What’s The Frequency was written and created by James Oliva.

Production and sound design by Alexander Danner.

What’s The Frequency’s theme music composed by Kurt C Nelson.

Also a mention to a few additional members that we’ve added to the crew.

Marketing Director – Klaudia Amenabar

Community Relations Manager – Regan Adler

Asst. Community Relations Manager – Tina Daniels

And our Graphic Artist Gal Friday – Melissa Petersen

Let us know what you think of the show by subscribing to us via iTunes and all other podcatchers out there. Like Google Play… Or Spoke… Or Stitcher… I dunno… But you know…  Feel free to leave us a review.

If you really enjoy the show please consider contributing to our Patreon campaign at www.patreon.com/wtfrequency  We have a ton of fun and amazing content planned and available for contributors. Anything you can contribute is appreciated and insures that we can keep improving the show and getting it the the next level.

This episode contained audio from the 1940  film His Girl Friday and an excerpt from “Invisible Sun” by Seclorance. Additional music and sounds used from public domain and creative commons sources.

Well… I could be talking to a whole mess of OR I could be in fact be speaking into the great big void of podcast purgatory… who know? Someday we’ll know. Unlikely that would be today.

Probably should uh… should get on with the next part… right. Let’s see who we should be thanking…

We’d also like to give special thanks to our associate producer Bridge, Rick Zieff for being a wonderful mentor. I encourage you, if you live in Los Angeles to sign for Rick’s Voice Over class. You can find that at rickzieff.com, and finally Dory Danner for being the best mom ever.

As always I’m James Oliva.

Till next time.  

CAST
Walter Mix – Karim Kronfli   
Whitney – Tanja Milojevic
Carmen – Julia Schifini
Donald – Brad C. Wilcox  
Louise – Kristen DiMercurio
Keets – Marcus Waterman
Mrs. Keets – Pheobe Joy
Slick – Rick Zieff
Missy – Amy Schwartz
Husband – Fernando Gonzales
Boy – Jack Terbush
Terry Fine – Jake Song
Melanie – Zoe Von Embler
The Dry Cleaner – Lane Lloyd
Content warnings:
  • Drug use
  • Description of military combat
  • Implied threats against a child
  • Dismemberment
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