Transcript for Episode 5: Ambernition

CLICK.

STATIC.

INT. JAPANESE RESTAURANT – DAY

Detective Joy and Officer Keets are taking a statement from KOJI, mid 30s, the restaurant manager.

KOJI

Again… a man… a man I’ve never

seen before came in talking

nonsense. He assaulted my customers.

                              

DETECTIVE JOY

You seem a little hostile sir. Can

I have you calmly walk me through

the rest of your story?

                              

KOJI

Story?

                              

DETECTIVE JOY

The events that took place.

                              

KOJI

He assaulted my customers. He came

in here mumbling. He was looking for his keys.

                              

DETECTIVE JOY

Uh-huh.

                              

KOJI

He started hitting himself. I told

him “We don’t have your keys! Get

out!” He starts hitting the customers.

                              

DETECTIVE JOY

Did he have a weapon?

 

KOJI

He just used his hand and slap

them. I warned him “We’re going to

call the police. Stop!” But he keeps

going on about the needs the

keys for a net. I told him he was crazy and

threw this coffee cup at his head. Then he ran off.

                              

DETECTIVE JOY

Good. This is good. Did anyone

happen to see where he took off too?

                              

KOJI

No.

                              

DETECTIVE JOY

You did a good thing here sir. Why

don’t you head outside and wait. I

need to converse with my colleague here.

          

Koji exits.

                              

DETECTIVE JOY (CONT’D)

So… It looks like we have a full

blown epidemic on our hands Keets.

                              

OFFICER KEETS

It’s horrible just plain horrible.

                              

DETECTIVE JOY

I’m having you assigned to the case.

I’ve already talked it over with the chief.

                              

OFFICER KEETS

Really? I don’t think-

                              

DETECTIVE JOY

You’ve had a unique encounter and

you have your head screwed on

straight… for the most part.

                              

OFFICER KEETS

I should talk it over with my-

DETECTIVE JOY

No. That won’t be necessary. You’ll

do fine. I few more days you’ll be past it.

Besides everybody wants a shot at being

detective. Right? Here’s your big chance.

                              

OFFICER KEETS

Ok.

                              

DETECTIVE JOY

Get the idiot restaurant owner down

to the station and have him sit with the

sketch artist.

 

INT. THE NOTHINGNESS –  

 

CLICK.

 

STATIC.

                              

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STATIC.

         

CLICK.

     

INT. ELLS FAMILY HOME KITCHEN – NIGHT

          

Carmen and Trudy are sitting at the kitchen table drinking

cocktails and avoiding conversation.

                              

TRUDY

So…

          

Carmen drops ice in a cup.

                              

TRUDY (CONT’D)

That was-

                              

CARMEN

Yes.

                              

TRUDY

Any thoughts?

                              

CARMEN

Too many.

                              

TRUDY

I admit the card in the drawer is strange but-

                              

CARMEN

I’m sure it’s nothing.

                              

TRUDY

Kind of letting our imaginations

get the best of us there.

                              

CARMEN

My imagination can’t even build the

bridge to place where this card makes sense.

                              

TRUDY

Have you been up the cabin to check

on him?

                              

CARMEN

No.

                              

TRUDY

You should go.

                              

CARMEN

I can’t.

                              

TRUDY

Why not?

                              

CARMEN

I don’t have a way to get there.

                              

TRUDY

There has to be a way.

                              

CARMEN

What if he comes home and I’m not

here? What if Mr. Mix comes and

needs my help with finding him? What if-

                              

TRUDY

What if? What if? What if? You

can’t just sit here and wait.

                              

CARMEN

I’m not.

          

She shoots the rest of drink down.

                              

CARMEN (CONT’D)

I’m conducting my own investigation.

                              

TRUDY

I can drive you.

                              

CARMEN

I can’t go.

(Pause)

I’m scared. I’m scared to go see.

For what I might… find. Somehow

not knowing feels safer than knowing.

(Beat)

For now.

          

Silence as Trudy finishes her drink.

                              

TRUDY

That was a tasty drink. You should

get some rest and I should get home.

Love, Honor and Decay will be on soon.

                              

CARMEN

Thank you Trudy. Good night.

 

INT. THE NOTHINGNESS –

                              

THE VOICE

I remember… I remember… As a

young man… I was hiking. The foot

path was well worn. The forest was

thick and green. So much green.

Green… I remember walking off the

path. I was not worried what lay

ahead. What dangers may or may not

  1. I was a god. Indestructible.

Infinite. It was so green… So

green. The forest was thick and

obstructive. Never unwelcoming but

if I wanted to press on I would

have to take big risks.

Press through the branches. Make

them bend to my will. Bend but

never break. I walked for days. I

walked for days. For days… There

was so much green and the forest

THE VOICE (CONT’D)

was thick. There was nothing I

could to stop from going deeper

into the dark, dark green. The

forest… the journey in possessed me.

I was hiking in the green infinite.

It was how I remembered it. Just

how it going to be. Through the

branches. Through the overgrowth.

Through the dark green. Through to

the flat amber field. It was amber.

The most amber. A lone tree was

growing in the field. A giant amber tree.

Though this tree wasn’t reaching for the sky.

It had long since giving up that ambition. It’s

days of desiring the sun’s caress were over.

Instead it’s ambernition was more inward.

It was a cautious tree. So it redirected it’s path.

No longer striving for up but burrowing it’s

way back into the earth. Down into the earth.

Down.

Down.

Down.

It’s majestic arch an abomination to nature.

But it didn’t care.

Why would it care?

I didn’t care.

 

INT. MICELI FAMILY NIGHTCLUB OFFICE – NIGHT

 

Music plays through the walls of the night club.

 

Walter is tied to a chair with a sack still over his head.

                              

WALTER

No? No one? No one wants to talk?

We’re all just going to sit here in silence?

(Beat)

To the gentleman who punched me in

the ribs…

          

A door open and footsteps make their way past Walter.

          

Someone settles into a soft desk chair.

                              

WALTER (CONT’D)

Was that entirely necessary? Was

there no other place to hit me? I

am still recovering from previous injuries.

 

The sack gets tugged off Walter’s head hard.

                              

WALTER (CONT’D)

What’s the big… Hey…

 

Thomas Miceli sits at a large desk in front of Walter.

                              

WALTER (CONT’D)

Krog!

                              

THOMAS

Mr. Mix if I can have your attention for a moment.

                              

WALTER

Krog!

                              

KROG

Who?

                              

WALTER

You.

                              

KROG

I’s ain’t Krog.

                              

WALTER

Glad to see the fall didn’t kill you chap.

                              

THOMAS

WALTER!

                              

WALTER

YES! “Mr. Mix if I can have your

attention for a moment.” I can hear

just fine you bag of bricks! I didn’t respond

because I am trying to have a conversation!

You are rude sir! You are troublingly rude!

          

Pause.

                              

THOMAS

Would someone please recalibrate Mr. Mix?

          

Walter gets punched to the side of the head several times.

                              

WALTER

Argh! Really?

                              

THOMAS

You are in some serious hot water.

I suggest you begin to act accordingly.

                              

WALTER

How long have I been here?

                              

THOMAS

We have business to discuss.

                              

WALTER

An hour? Two?

                              

THOMAS

Not only do we have OUR business

but my boss would like to speak to

you after we’re done.

                              

WALTER

(snickering)

You’re answering to someone now?

                              

THOMAS

You know who I am?

                              

WALTER

I know everyone. Even those who

don’t know me Mr. Thomas Miceli.

                              

THOMAS

Great. Introductions are out of the way.

WALTER

And who is it that has you

kowtowing to them?

                              

THOMAS

I don’t kowtow Mix, but we all

answer to somebody. Walter spits

blood onto the desk. Thomas chuckles to himself.

That’s the man I’ve heard so much about.

                              

WALTER

Would you like me to autograph something for you?

                              

THOMAS

Recalibrate!

          

Walter is punched again.

                              

WALTER

I could sign a napkin for you, a

piece of paper… a handgun.

                              

THOMAS

You’re like a nail sticking up…

begging to be hammered down.

                              

WALTER

Wouldn’t be the first time.

                              

THOMAS

Where is my ledger?

                              

WALTER

Isn’t this a question for your bookkeeper?

                              

THOMAS

Big man… If you please.

                              

KROG

Sure thing.

                              

WALTER

Like I was trying to say before-

WHOP

          

Walter takes another punch.

          

He coughs out some more blood.

                              

WALTER

You’ve got barely a scratch old

boy. Marvelous.

                              

KROG

Hey. Youz crazee or sumtin? Hez

gonna make me hitz youz again.

                              

WALTER

Nah. You and me are pals.

          

Douglas enters the room.

                              

THOMAS

One more time if you please.

                              

KROG

Dis is gonna hoyt funee man.

                             

Douglas “The Devil” Kowalski makes his way to Miceli’s desk.

                              

WALTER

Someone’s in trouble.

          

His pristine shoes SQUEAK across the floor.

                              

THE DEVIL

What are you doing?

                              

THOMAS

This stunade has a hard time showing respect.

                              

THE DEVIL

Do you think I care about your respect?

You ASKED me if I’d allow you to speak

with him before our meeting!

                              

THOMAS

I’m still asking-

                              

THE DEVIL

Look at him! If I let you ask one

more question how much of him will be left?

                              

THOMAS

If he would just-

                              

THE DEVIL

You can leave. You’re done. The

boys can stay.

                              

THOMAS

I need-

                              

THE DEVIL

Excuse me?

          

Pause.

                              

THOMAS

I need… I need to be on my way.

                              

WALTER

You got lucky Miceli.

                              

THOMAS

How’s that?

      

WALTER

(to Krog)

I’ve been here two… two hours now?

                              

KROG

About.

                              

WALTER

Another ten minutes, give or take,

and you would have been very sorry.

                              

 

THOMAS

Watch you’re back Mix.

 

Door slams shut behind him.

                              

THE DEVIL

Please untie Mr. Mix.

                              

WALTER

Finally. Some one with kindness in

their heart.

          

GENERIC THUG unties Walter.

 

Walter pops up out of his chair.

                              

WALTER (CONT’D)

Thank you. I’ll need your weapon.

          

Steals the Generic Thug’s gun and uses him as a shield.

                              

WALTER (CONT’D)

Now! If you wouldn’t mind sir I’ll

be using you as a shield for the

time being. Your cooperation is appreciated.

 

He cocks the hammer.

  

GENERIC THUG 2

Put it down! Put it down!!

                              

WALTER

Back away Krog. I have a rule about

not shooting my friends. Let’s not

have me break it today.

  

KROG

Yeahz. Wez pals. Don’t shoot.

  

THE DEVIL

(Laughing)

How wonderful Walter. It’s really a total

pleasure… having you here.

THE DEVIL (CONT’D)

(Beat)

Back off everyone. Come on. Give a guy some space.

                              

WALTER

I really should start carrying a gun.

Suddenly everyone is so accommodating.

                              

THE DEVIL

Unnecessary Walter. Really. Please take a seat.

Have a drink with me.You’re a bourbon man correct?

                              

WALTER

I am parched.

                              

THE DEVIL

Great. I so wanted to share a drink with you

Mr. Mix. Let the man go.

(Pointedly)

He won’t hurt you.

          

Walter lets him go.

                              

THE DEVIL (CONT’D)

Please. Sit Mr. Mix.

          

          

Doug gets out a bottle of bourbon.

  

THE DEVIL (CONT’D)

There you go. Put your feet up there a

a little bit. Man you know… sitting is an

art form. That is a good chair, isn’t it?

I had it flown in. Just feel that leather in this chair.

I tell you this is my favorite place to sit and

read and enjoy a bourbon… and a conversation.

Hands Walter the drink.

                              

THE DEVIL (CONT’D)

You’re drink. It’s fine stuff.

It’s doesn’t come cheaply but it’s not

wasted on a man like you is it Walter?

Take a sip. I’ll take a drink too.

          

Walter takes a sip.

                              

WALTER

Oh god! My mouth! The cuts! So many!

                              

THE DEVIL

It’s good it’ll numb you up.

(Beat)

I had you brought here tonight

because we need to talk business.

                              

WALTER

You could have called.

                              

THE DEVIL

I did… In my own way. I know

about you and your recent mischief.

Making off with a certain important

ledger. I’d like to make a deal

with you in exchange for your help.

          

Walter takes another cautious sip.

                              

WALTER

Douglas… “The Devil” Kowalski?

That’s you. I’m right, right? Along

with my “no shooting friends’

policy, I have a policy against

making deals with The Devil.

                              

THE DEVIL

Maybe it’s time to revise your

policy. The job I need you to

do is really simple. I need you

to track a missing item. It’s a typewriter.

                              

WALTER

A typewriter?

                              

THE DEVIL

Yes, yes. One that was stolen from me.

WALTER

You want to erase my trespass

against one of your family captains?

For a typewriter?

                              

THE DEVIL

Yes.

                              

WALTER

A typewriter. We are saying the

same word correct?

                              

THE DEVIL

A very precious one. A wholly

unique item. How many truly unique items

are in this world Walter?

                              

WALTER

And we will be settled up?

                              

THE DEVIL

Walter “Troubles” Mix will in

essence become a dead end in the

search for the missing ledger.

                              

WALTER

Well… when you put it like that…

          

Glass breaking and muffled fighting can be heard making it’s way

through the wall.

                              

WALTER (CONT’D)

Oh. Listen boys I wouldn’t go out there-

          

The door bursts open and Miceli’s unconscious body falls to the ground.

                              

WALTER (CONT’D)

Miceli! You’re back!

          

Whitney enters the room. Slightly out of breath.

                              

 

WHITNEY

(cheery)

Troubles! There you are. Am I late?

                              

WALTER

No. Right on time in fact.

                              

THE DEVIL

I don’t believe I’ve had the pleasure.

                              

WHITNEY

(to The Devil)

Of course you haven’t.

(to Walter)

Ready to go?

                              

WALTER

Alright Doug! We have a deal.

                              

THE DEVIL

Here are the details.

                              

WALTER

Hand those to Whit would you? I’m

also going to need an extra set of

hands. I’m taking Krog here with me.

                              

KROG

Datz not my name!

                              

THE DEVIL

We can accommodate you. Ronnie.

Help Walter with whatever he needs.

   

KROG

Sure boss.

                              

WALTER

Come now Whit.

                              

WHITNEY

What just happened?

                              

WALTER

That? New client.

                              

WHITNEY

I’m confused.

                              

WALTER

Keep walking. The fact we’ve made

it out alive is an interesting development.

 

INT. THE NOTHINGNESS –

 

CLICK.

 

STATIC.

          

Donald and Louise are still in a panic.

          

The door handle in rattling vigorously.

                              

DONALD

AAAAARRRRGGGGGHHHHH!!!!

                              

LOUISE

AAAARRRRRGGGGGHHHH!!!!!

                              

DONALD

OOOOPPPPEEENNNNN!!!!

                              

LOUISE

What hell is this?!?! There is no

sky just what ones we read about in books-

          

The door knob rattle and Donald’s scream ungulate beneath Louise’s rant.

                              

LOUISE (CONT’D)

What are these books you ask, I ask?

They?

Who?

What are they!

Who put them here? What is here and

where are the words coming from

profusely rambling out of my mouth!

LOUISE (CONT’D)

WHO’S MOUTH IS MY MOUTH?!?!

Yes!

These are the things Donald needs

to be asking ourselves of and too.

I’m bramble on… I bramble…

Eye… eye bramble my eyes they

bramble on the path… to know!

Where are the words without the books?

Where are the words? Who told us?

Who told us the words?!?

(Beat)

AAAAARRRGGGHHHHHH!!!!

What hell is this?!?! There is no

sky just what ones we read about in books-

 

The door knob rattle and Donald’s scream ungulate beneath Louise’s rant.

                              

LOUISE (CONT’D)

What are these books you ask, I ask?

They?

Who?

What are they!

Who put them here? What is here and

where are the words coming from

profusely rambling out of my mouth!

WHO’S MOUTH IS MY MOUTH?!?!

Yes!

These are the things Donald needs

to be asking ourselves of and too.

I’m bramble on… I bramble…

Eye… eye bramble my eyes they

bramble on the path… to know!

Where are the words without the books?

Where are the words? Who told us?

Who told us the words?!?                     

          

Music cuts Louise off and briefly plays out a flute solo.

 

LOUISE (CONT’D)

I’m bramble on… I bramble…

Eye… eye bramble my eyes they

bramble on the path… to know!

Where are the words without the books?

Where are the words? Who told us?

Who told us the words?!?

(Beat)

AAAAARRRGGGHHHHHH!!!!

DONALD

HEELLLLPPPPP UUUUSSSSSS!!!!!

STATIC.

CLICK.

What’s The Frequency? is 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.

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We’d like to give special thanks to Eli Mcllveen and Sean Howard of audio drama podcast Alba Salix Royal Physician, Iri Alexander of audio drama podcast Jim Robbie and The Wanderers as well as  Jake Song of audio drama podcast Misadventure By Death  

This episode contained new material by our composer Kurt C. Nelson. Additional music and sounds used from public domain and creative commons sources.

As always I’m James Oliva. Till next time.  

 

 

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