90 Degrees South

Episode 1: Destination Alpha

October 03, 2021 BMB Productions Season 1 Episode 1
90 Degrees South
Episode 1: Destination Alpha
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When a murder takes place during the 7-months of isolation & winter darkness, a US Marshal is sent the following season to investigate. What he finds is more than a murder, and too impossible to believe. 90 Degrees South releases new episodes every 2nd and 4th Wednesday of the month. Please take a moment to leave a review and help spread the word.  

  • “New Land” (90 Degrees Theme Song) by Ian Post. 
  • “No one is Out Here” (42 vs 43 Winterovers) by Yehezkel Raz

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Ninety Degrees South

 

EPISODE ONE: Destination Alpha

 

 

 

Brian M Bradley

 

ELECTRONIC BEEP, MALE ROBOTIC VOICE – RECORDING STARTED

 SOUND OF RUBBLE FALLING, FIRE ALARMS, PEOPLE SHOUTING

 

                                                   BASS

                                                            (Frantic, panicked) 

MAYDAY.MAYDAY.MAYDAY! TO ANYBODY RECEIVING THIS, THIS IS AMUNDSEN-SCOTT STATION, ANTARCTICA.  MAYDAY MAYDAY MAYDAY. WE ARE AT 90 DEGREES SOUTH. 

 

UNKNOWN VOICE:           

                                                            (Shouting) 

THEY’RE GOING TO BREACH!

 

                                                                        OTHER VOICE

                                                            (Shouting) 

HOLD THE LINE!

 

            ELECTRICAL ARCHING AND THEN ELECTRICAL POP

 

                                                                        BASS: 

                                                            (Shouting) 

MAYDAY MAYDAY MAYDAY, WE ARE UNDER ATTACK AND HAVE EXPERIENCED CATASTROPHIC DAMAGE.  PRIMARY STATION SYSTEMS ARE DOWN.

 

ELECTRICAL POP, EXPLOSION IN DISTANCE

 

                                                                        BASS: 

                                                            (Yelling over shoulder) 

IS ZEKE IN PLACE YET? 

 

                                                                        THOMAS:     

                                                            (Yelling from distance) 

ALMOST!  ONE MORE SIDE AND THEN HE'LL TOSS THE SWITCH!!!

 

 

 

                                                                        MIKHAIL        

                                                            (Excited, Speaking loudly to be heard, Russian                                 accent) 

I HAVE IT, I HAVE ENDING! ALL THIS TIME, LOOKS ME IN FACE!!!!! (Exuberant laughing) 

 

                                                                        BASS: 

                                                            (yelling)

NOT THE TIME MIKHAIL!   MAYDAY MAYDAY MAYDAY, THIS IS AMUNDSEN SCOTT STATION, UNITED STATES MARSHAL BASS MARLOW, ANTARCTICA. OPFOR HAVE ATTACKED THE BASE AND SURVIVORS IN SHELTER B-1; BRAVO ONE WING.  WILL NOT HOLD LONG, 52 SOULS. 

 

GUNFIRE IN DISTANCE, EXPLOSION

 

                                                                        KENDRA:       

                                                            (yelling) 

MAPO LAB IS GONE, THEY DESTROYED IT!

 

                                                                        BASS:             

                                                            (Shouts) 

MAKE SURE ENTRY POINTS ARE SECURED, PREPARE TO REPEL!   MAYDAY MAYDAY MAYDAY, THIS IS AMUNDSEN. . . .

 

                                                                        THOMAS:     

                                                            (Shouts) 

ZEKE’S READY…SAY WHEN!!

 

CLOSE GUNFIRE THEN AUTOMATIC FIRE

 

                                                                        

                                    KENDRA:

                        (Shouts)

EVERYBODY HAS PULLED BACK TO B-1. WE’RE SEALED IN!  BARRIERS IN PLACE. GO!

 

RADIO BEEP

 

                                    BASS:

                        (Shouts)

MISTER FERGUSON?

 

                                    FRED:

                        (OVER RADIO; SHOUTS)

THE L.O. ARCH IS SEALED BOSS. GO!

 

RADIO BEEP

 

                                    BASS:

                        (Shouts)

JOHNSON?

 

                                    RICHARD:

                        (OVER RADIO; SHOUTS)

ICE TUNNEL LAB SEALED, WE’RE READY HERE!

 

                                    

VOICE ON CB:                      

                                                            (V.O.) 

THEY'RE IN B-POD, HAVE ENTERED…

 

            GUNSHOT

 

 

VOICE ON CB:                      

                                                            (VO) 

I’M HIT! THEY SHOT ME!

 

 

                                    GUNSHOT THEN STATIC ON CB

 

 

                                                                        BASS: 

                                                             (Strange calm) 

Forgive me for what I’m about to do

 

                                                                        BASS: 

                                                           (Yelling) 

TELL ZEKE, GO!!!!

 

                                                                        THOMAS:     

                                                            (Shouting)

                                     NOW ZEKE NOW!!!!

 

                           GUNFIRE CLOSE AND THEN ELECTRONIC HUMMING FROM HIGH TO LOW. GUNFIRE STOPS AND A LOUD RUMBLING FROM THE DISTANCE APPROACHES QUICKLY AND NOTHING FROM CB STATIC FOR THREE SECONDS

 

                                                                        AUTOMATED VOICE: 

Message received, McMurdo Emergency Station. Oh-two-forty eight hours. Twelve June.  Two Thousand Twenty-Four.   

 

                                    TWO SECOND SILENT PAUSE

 

                                                                        NARRATOR: 

Three years earlier. . . . .

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

((Intro music ))

 

 

 ELECTRONIC BEEP, FEMALE ROBOTIC VOICE – RECORDING  STARTED

 

 GARBLED NOISE LIKE A MICROPHONE BEING DRAGGED AGAINST FABRIC, DEFINITIVE LC-130 AIRPLANE SOUNDS IN THE BACKGROUND THIS GOES ON FOR A FEW SECONDS 

 

                                                                        BASS: 

                                    Um…This thing working?  

 

MORE DRAGGING OF MIC AGAINST FABRIC. 
ELECTRONIC BOOP, FEMALE ROBOTIC VOICE – RECORDING STOPPED

 

THREE SECONDS SILENCE

 

ELECTRONIC BEEP, FEMALE ROBOTIC VOICE – RECORDING STARTED

MORE LC-130 INTERNAL NOISE

 

                                                                        BASS:   

                                                            (Confused) 

                                    I think that’s how it turns on…

 

                                                                        PILOT: 

                                                            (loud voice to be heard over airplane noises) 

Sir… we're 15 mikes from Amundsen-Scott. Weather is favorable, and we can put down near D.A.

 

                                                                        BASS:   

                                                            (loud voice, Inquisitive) 

                                    What’s D.A.?

 

                                                                        PILOT: 

                                                             (loud voice) 

Where the base administrator will meet you. (3 second pause) Welcome to the literal South Pole. Best to secure your gear for landing Sir! 

 

                                                                        BASS: 

                                                            (loud Voice) 

                                    Copy that…  

 

 GARBLED NOISE LIKE A MICROPHONE BEING DRAGGED AGAINST FABRIC, THREE OR FOUR SECONDS

 

ELECTRONIC BOOP, FEMALE ROBOTIC VOICE – RECORDING STOPPED

 

AIRPLANE FLYING NOISE FOR TWO OR THREE SECONDS AND THEN SOUND OF IT FLYING OFF TO THE DISTANCE, SLOW FADE OUT

 

 

ELECTRONIC BEEP

 

SLIGHT HUM OF THE BASES HEATERS AND VENTILATION AUDIBLE IN THE BACKGROUND. SOUND PLAYS IN BACKGROUND THROUGH ENTIRE SCENE

 

                                                                        BASS:   

                                                            (V.O.)

  …This is day one, U.S. Deputy Marshal BASS MARLOW reporting. October 3rd, 2021 (pause to check watch) 20:45 hours. Upon the request of the National Science Foundation, was dispatched by Marshal Goodwin, Hawaii District to begin a homicide investigation of a South Pole research scientist. 

 

 SOUND OF FLIPPING PAPERS 

 

                                                                        BASS: 

                                                            (VO)

Rodney comma Mark. Doctor. Scientist. Born …um…Lincoln, Nebraska 1987. Graduated Neil Armstrong High School 2005. Bachelor's degree in Astrophysics from Princeton University 2009. Masters & Doctorate degrees California Institute of Technology 2013 and 2017, respectively. 

 

 SOUND OF FLIPPING PAPER 

 

                                                                        BASS: 

                                                            (VO)

Hired …by the National Science Foundation December 2018 to work in the Martin A. Pomerantz Observatory or 'MAPO.' 

 

             SOUND OF DRINKING WATER

 

                                                                        BASS: 

                                                            (VO) 

              On 1-April-2021, at approximately 09:30HRS local time, another scientist, Karl Jovac discovered Rodney slumped over his desk the MAPO lab, which sits away from the main station and, along with two other research buildings are referred to as 'the Dark Sector Labs.' 

 

                                                                        BASS:   

                                                            (VO) 

             Station administration Lawrence Waynewright was called along with the station's medical doctor, Julian Ambrose. Body was examined and victim was pronounced dead. According to autopsy report completed by Doctor Ambrose, on-base and supplemented by photos, video, and notes submitted to FBI's Quantico Labs for their input; Time of death was between 10:00 PM and midnight on March 31. Official cause of death massive loss of blood, due to vic being stabbed 12 times. Entire room as well as victim was photographed to preserve the scene as best possible until help could arrive. Deceased moved to a refrigerated, buried section of the base called 'The Arches.'

 

 

              SOUND OF DRINKING WATER

 

 

 

 

                                                                        BASS:

                                                            (VO)

             Good news bad news time. (pause) Good.  At the time of the homicide, it was the winter season at the pole. During the winter season which runs from March to October, the facility has a skeleton crew to run her. At the time the homicide took place there were only… 

                                               

              FLIP PAPER

 

                                                                        BASS 

                                                            (V.O.)

             42 other people on base.  In the summer season, which just started this week, the station has a total of 200-250 people. So the suspect pool is confined to the 'winterovers' as they call them.  For such a small group, the Marshal's Service is confident an arrest can be made before the summer season ends in March. (Beat) Also good. The local propeller heads were smart enough to take photos immediately of the crime scene and victim. The lab has been sealed shut since the body was discovered, hopefully not allowing for much crime scene contamination.

 

                DRINKING WATER

 

                                                                        BASS:   

                                                            (VO) 

             Bad. There is no legal representation on the base. We can have a teleconference with a lawyer from Honolulu if the right satellites are overhead; however, if anybody invokes the right to an attorney and wants them present in the room during questioning, we're going to need to fly somebody in.  

 

               FINGERS TAPPING ON WOOD DESK IN ORDER

 

                                                                                

 

                                                                        BASS:   

                                                            (VO) 

             Bad. I don't have the years of crime scene processing typical CSIs have. Evidence processed will undoubtedly be challenged in court as part of defense proceedings. Means I'm going to need to over-document and catalog everything I do, fly evidence to a proper lab in Honolulu for formal analysis.

 

                                                                        BASS:   

                                                            (VO)

             Arrived on Base at 16:25 Hrs and was met by station chief administrator Larry Waynewright. (Drink of water). As per request of Marshal Service, NSF & the Beauregard-Lowing Corporation, all field notes are to be digitally recorded; all field activities to be digitally filmed with a (Sarcastic) vest mounted body-cam. (Sigh) Marshal Service has agreed to all documentation and recordings being pre-vetted by NSF & Beau-Low Corp for purposes of redaction before public release. Report as follows…

 

              HOWLING WINDS, SOUNDS OF FLAGS SNAPPING, AIRPLANE BLADES SLOWING DOWN. FOOTSTEPS IN THE SNOW APPROACHING

 

                                                                        LARRY:           

(Questioning, voice muffled through cold mask) 

                                    Marshal Marlow?

 

              SNOW CRUNCH FOOTSTEP, SOUND OF AIRFIELD WORKERS IN BACKGROUND

 

                                                                        BASS:   

                                    I’m Marlow, US Deputy Marshal.

 

 

 

 

 

                                                                        LARRY:           

                                                            (Somewhat cynical) 

Great! Fantastic. Let's head through DA so we can get warm and talk.

 

                                                                        BASS:   

                                                            (Curiously) 

                                    What is D.A.?

 

                                                                        LARRY:           

Destination Alpha. Think of it as my front door. (Impatient) Nowwwwww…please? I'll have one of the workers gather your equipment and taken to your berth.

 

SOUND OF WALKING THROUGH SNOW AND THEN FOOTSTEPS ON METAL STAIRS.  

 

LARGE METAL DOOR CREEKS AND THEN CLOSES. HOWLING WIND DIES DOWN AND IS REPLACED BY STEADY HUM OF MACHINERY.

 

                                                                          LARRY:           

                                                              (Hurriedly) 

            Much better,… oh…you may store your jacket, gloves and winter gear there, it's the main coat room. 

 

             SOUND OF ZIPPER AND COAT COMING OFF

 

                                                                          BASS:   

                                      I assume you’re Doctor Lawrence Waynewright?  

 

              MORE COATS AND HEAVY CLOTHES BEING REMOVED

 

                                                                          LARRY:           

                                                              (Matter of fact) 

              Correct. Area Manager, South Pole Research Station. Seasons 2018-present day.  

 

              CONTINUED HEAVY CLOTHES BEING REMOVED

 

                                                                          LARRY:           

             Forgive my abruptness Marshal Marlow, but when we were told in July you would be leading this investigation as opposed to Will Culligan it was…unusual and unexpected.  May I ask why you are here as opposed to Will Culligan who lives at McMurdo Station? 

 

                 COAT HOOK ON BAR POLE

 

                                                                          BASS:   

                                                              (Deadpan) 

                                      Deputy

 

                                                                          LARRY:           

                                      Beg your pardon?

 

                                                                          BASS:   

             Deputy. A *Marshal* is a level above Deputy Marshal. The DOJ currently has 94 Proper Marshals and roughly (ponders). . . .four thousand deputy Marshals in the U.S., her territories & protectorates. I am a Deputy US Marshal. To call me Marshal is an honorate I have not earned yet, and while I appreciate the compliment, I cannot accept it  

 

                  PAUSE FOR 2 SECONDS

 

                                                                          BASS:   

             As to the latter part of your question, Special Deputy Culligan, while accomplished and a member of the U.S. Marshals service, felt it was better to have a more seasoned agent in charge of the investigation. I respect his modesty and his decision. To the former part, I'm here and reporting as I was instructed to do. (Deep breath).        

                                                                          

 

 

                                                                          LARRY:           

                                                              (defensively) 

                                      I wasn’t trying to imply …

 

                                                                          BASS:

                                                              (cuts him off) 

              Of course not. Just want to ensure we don't get off on the wrong foot, or with incorrect expectations.

 

                                                                          LARRY:           

                                                              (Off balance) 

              ….very well then, DEPUTY Marshal, if you'll follow me upstairs, I'll introduce you to my operations manager, Thomas. He'll provide you with the proper tour of the station and show you to your berth. (snootily) This way.

 

             FOOTSTEPS ON STAIR AND THEN SHOES SQUEAKING ON TILE FLOORING. DOOR OPENS TO A ROOM WITH ELECTRONIC RADIO CHATTER

 

                                                                          LARRY:           

                                                              (Half interested) 

             Thomas Kelly, allow me to introduce DEPUTY Marshal Bass Marlow; United States Marshal Service. He'll be helping us to resolve the…unpleasantness that took place with Dr. Rodney. This is my chief of operations, Thomas Kelly. He'll provide you with the base tour; show you your office and where your room is. If you'll excuse me, there is paperwork to be filled out. The Summer staff starts arriving in the morning & we need to prep for PAX arrival. 

 

             FOOTSTEPS WALKING OFF AND THEN THE SOUND OF A DOOR CLOSING. TYPICAL BACKGROUND OFFICE NOISES, BUT LOWER THAN NORMAL

                                                                         THOMAS:     

                                                              (Excited) 

             A pleasure to meet you, Deputy Marshal. It's not often we get real law enforcement here. (pondering) Heck, I don't remember EVER seeing a log entry about law enforcement being on station. 

 

                                                                          BASS:   

                                      Happy to meet you, Mr. Kelly. May…I have my hand back?

 

                                                                          THOMAS:     

                                                              (Embarrassed) 

             Oh, …oh I'm sorry; of course, of course. Most of the people we get down here are Beakers or DeWalts. Somebody outside the groups is BIG NEWS around here! 

 

                                                                          BASS:   

                                                              (confused) 

                                      Beakers?

 

                                                                          THOMAS:     

             Oh… (Chuckles slightly) That's what we call the science team around here. You have the beakers, The DeWalts. They're the engineers and repair teams that keep all the facilities up and running. People who volunteer to help the janitors clean are called 'House Mice.' Then you have the administration team; they call us 'Dexters.' 

 

                                                                          BASS:   

                                      Like …' Poindexter'? Good with numbers and paperwork?

 

                                                                          THOMAS:     

                                                              (Thinks) 

             hmm. I guess that's how it started, but somebody one time said it was after that T.V. show. The crime scene guy who is a serial killer who hunts other serial killers?  (proudly) We come off like regular nice people, but you cross us (joking tone) We'll stab you in the back and disembowel you! 

 

                    AWKWARD PAUSE

 

                                                                          THOMAS:                     

                                                               (Embarrassed) 

             Oh dear! …I guess I shouldn't be joking like that to a U.S. Deputy… Uhhhhhhhh, let me show you your office, its right down this hall (nervous cough)

 

            FOOTSTEPS WALKING ON TILE

 

                                                                        THOMAS:     

                                    This will be your office. 

 

           DOOR OPENING WITH A CREEK AND THE FLICK OF A LIGHT SWITCH

 

                                                                        THOMAS:     

Normally, this would be used by the H.R. leader for the season. However, the woman who got assigned to us by NSF was in a car accident day before she was due to depart. They couldn't find any other replacement on short notice, so all H.R. matters will be dealt with remotely. So… it's yours for the season! 

 

                                                                        BASS:             

Roomy!   Can I ask to have my equipment and gear brought here as opposed to my room? 

 

                                                                        THOMAS:     

  Sure, I can make that happen, no problem!

 

           CB RADIO CHIRP 

 

                                                                        THOMAS:     

           Oh right, almost forgot…

 

            PLASTIC CLIP OF RADIO BEING REMOVED FROM BELT

 

                                                                        THOMAS:     

Here is your radio. Has your name on it and everything. Everybody around here keeps theirs on them when working, juuuuussstt in the event of an emergency or if needed. 

 

                                                                        BASS:             

                                    Thanks again

 

                                                                        THOMAS:     

                                    On with the tour!


            SOUND OF LIGHTS BEING TURNED OFF AND DOOR CLOSED. 

 

                                                                        THOMAS:     

                                                            (Slow fade out) 

   We’re in B-Pod right now, level 2. There are two Pods A & B.   All of the station's main functions are along the upper part of      the long hallway and… 

 

            ELECTRONIC BEEP

 

                                                                        BASS: 

                                                            (V.O.) 

 …Got the nickel tour from the operations guy. (considers for a moment) Nice enough, just…chatty. (Long yawn) Sorry about that. In Christchurch, they told me that it takes roughly a day to get accustomed to being at ten thousand feet altitudes.

 

           SMACK LIPS

                                                                      BASS: 

                                                            (VO) 

                                    It’s…dryer than I expected. 

 

           DRINKING WATER AND AHHHHHHHHH

 

                                                                        BASS:             

                                                            (VO) 

I'm drinking so much water just to stay hydrated and then whizzing like a racehorse. I anticipate several trips to the latrine tonight. (Smaller yawn)

 

                                                                        BASS:             

                                                            (VO) (Deep breath) 

                                    Ok where was I? …

 

             FLIPPING PAPERS

 

                                                                        BASS:             

                                                            (V.O.) 

…mmmmmm Station tour by Radar O'Riley; Pods A & B. Section B1 is a lifeboat, 300 club blah blah… Right! (clears throat) This is day one continued.  U.S. Deputy Marshal Bass Marlow reporting. October 3rd, 2021 (pause to check watch) 21:30 hours local. All equipment and gear delivered and stowed. Initial inventory shows all items present and accounted for.

 

             PAUSE, SOUND OF FABRIC, GUN SLIDE RACKING

 

 

 

 

 

                                                                        BASS:             

                                                            (VO) 

First off…confession time. National Science Foundation doesn't permit firearms on their stations. I don't have time for any peace dovey, PC, Kumbaya crap.  

 

            REHOLSTER

 

                                                                        BASS:             

                                                            (VO) 

NSF expects an asp & pepper spray to solve any issues. Pshhhhhhhhhhhh. I've seen druggies high on PCP break out of titanium cuffs and fight off 12 deputies, 2 civilians, 4 tasers, and a flip-flop. (Yawn) Not saying the South Pole has your standard meth heads and drug dealers, but you don't bring a stick to a gunfight. So, I have my trusty Glock 23 and 250 rounds of hollow points, just in case. 

 

                DRINKING WATER

 

                                                                        BASS:             

                                                            (VO) (Clears throat) 

Tour of elevated station completed. All 42 winterover suspects accounted for.  Met in the large conference room and were informed they would remain on station until cleared. (Chuckle, under breath) They were NOT happy about that part. Preliminary interviews commence tomorrow at 15:00 HRS; afterward, I'll be shown the labs in the Dark Sector to include crime scene MAPO lab where vic was discovered. (Yawn) Hope is to process interviews twelve a day, for four days until I can get all 42 processed and re-interview any who stand out for follow-up interviews.

 

            DRINKING WATER. WOOD CHAIR CREEKS, SOUND OF BASS STRETCHING. 

 

 

 

                                                                        BASS:             

                                                            (VO) (Clears throat) 

Hey Diane, do me a favor?  As you get these and transcribe them, take out my yawns and commentary. Last thing I need is Charlie thinking I'm not taking this assignment seriously. I should have made that clearer, so we didn't have to explain ourselves like we did in Cincinnati.  

 

            WOOD CHAIR CREEKS AGAIN, BACK TO FLOOR.

                                                                        BASS: 

                                                            (VO) 

Tomorrow also to Interview Dr. Julian Ambrose, who is the base physician and performed the initial autopsy on victim. Interview to be both as suspect & also M.E. of note   

 

             FLIPPING PAPERS

 

                                                                        BASS: 

                                                            (VO) 

Finally, I'll be provided a tour of what the locals call 'The Arches.' This is the underground facilities where supplementary operations are conducted, used for storage of perishable, other key items, fuel for planes and generators. It's also where waste processing is completed. Body of our vic is stored here. Upon completing his autopsy and examination, the body was prepared for transport back to the U.S. for final rest. (under breath) Rest in peace Doc.

 

             DRINKING WATER

 

                                                                        BASS: 

                                                            (VO) 

Arches, crime scene, autopsy, airstrip (yawn, talking while yawning), and forty-two interviews. (Stops yawning, clears throat) sorry, forty-two Interviews. I'm going to bed.  

 

             BED SPRINGS CREAK AND LIGHT SWITCH FLIPS OFF

 

                                                                        BASS:             

                                                            (VO) 

Goodnight Diane… day 1 concludes, U.S. Deputy Marshal Bass Marlow reporting. October 3rd, 2021. Mehhh, let's call it 21:42 hours local time. Or 1 minute for each of the 42 Interviews… End of Day.   

 

            ELECTRONIC BOOP

 

             SILENCE FOR FOUR OR FIVE SECONDS

 

ELECTRONIC BEEP, SOUND OF RECORDER HITTING TABLE AND LIGHT SWITCH GOING ON, BED SHEET BEING FLUNG OFF.

 

                                                                        BASS: 

                                                            (VO)(Excited) 

                                    42 people to interview?

 

            PAPERS SHUFFLING 

 

                                                                        BASS:                         

                                                            (VO) 

                                    Where is it, where is it, where is it? 

 

 

            PAPERS STOP SHUFFLING

 

                                                                        BASS: 

                                                            (VO)

Winterover crew 2021. Photo in front of ceremonial pole (counting heads)…five ...ten…fifteen…twenty…twenty five…thirty-Five, Forty, one, two …(confused) three?

 

             SINGLE PAGE TURN OVER

 

 

                                                                        BASS:             

                                                            (VO) 

NSF list of 2021 Winterover crew…42. So with our dead vic that should be only 41…Earlier, when I did the headcount in the large conference room, there were 42 people. (Frustrated) What the fuck? 

 

            ELECTRONIC BOOP

 

           2SP

 

            ELECTRONIC BEEP, FEMALE ROBOTIC VOICE – RECORDING STARTED

                                               

FOOTSTEPS ON CARPETED HALL, BACKGROUND FAN NOISE FROM HALLWAY

 

                                                                        BASS:

                                                            (reading signs) 

                                    Berth 205…207…209…211!

 

           EXCITED KNOCK ON DOOR, TAP TAP TAP

 

                                                                        BASS:             

                                                            (Not shouting but louder than normal) 

                                    Mr. Kelly?

 

         TAP TAP TAP

 

                                                                        BASS:             

                                    Mr. Kelly? It's Deputy Marshal Marlow!

 

       TAP TAP TAP. SOUND OF DOOR OPENING 

 

                                                                        THOMAS:     

                                                            (Surprised) 

                                    oh, Deputy Marshal, I guess what they say is right huh? 

 

                                                                        BASS:   

                                                            (Confused) 

                                    What?

 

                                                                        THOMAS:     

                                    Justice never sleeps, ha-ha

 

                                                                        

 

 

                                                                        MALE VOICE:           

                                                            (From behind door across hall) 

             HEY! YOU GUYS WANT TO TAKE YOUR BOOTY CALL INSIDE? THE REST OF US NEED SLEEP

 

                                                                        THOMAS:     

                                    oh my, yes Deputy Marlow, you should come in.

 

            DOOR TO BERTH CLOSES

 

                                                                        MALE VOICE:           

                                                            (More muffled now behind two doors) 

                                    HAVE FUN JOY BOYS. WHOOP WHOOP!

 

                                                                        THOMAS:     

             Sorry for the cramped quarters. We typically don't entertain guests in our small rooms. (pondering) I guess that's why they're called 'berths'!

 

                                                                        BASS:   

                                                            (insistent) 

                                    Mr. Kelly!

 

                                                                        THOMAS:     

                                                            (apologetic) 

                                    Of course, of course.

 

                                                                        BASS:   

                                    I need you to help me understand something.

 

               PHOTO LAID ON TABLE

 

                                                                        BASS:   

             Photo taken of Winterover Crew 2021. There are 43 people here, including Doctor Rodney.

 

                                                                        THOMAS:     

                                    That sounds right.

 

                 PAPER BEING WAIVED 

 

                                                                        BASS:   

             List from NSF, Winterover Crew manifest 2021. 42 people, including 20 support & maintenance staff, 12 medical and science team. (Pauses) 11 after the murder of Doctor Rodney. 10 station administration staff. 

 

               SILENCE FOR THREE SECONDS

 

                                                                        BASS: 

                                                            (Frustrated) 

             Twenty plus twelve plus ten minus one dead scientist equals forty-one remaining winter-overs. There are Forty-three in the 2021 winterover photo and forty-two on the manifest. I counted forty-two people in the large conference room yesterday; there should have only been forty-one. 

 

                                                                        THOMAS:     

                                                            (nervous)

                                    well; perhaps you…counted yourself?

 

 

 

 

                                                                        BASS:   

                                                            (Confident) 

             I didn't. (focuses on Thomas) Other than me, are there any individuals on station who didn't overwinter?

 

                                                                        THOMAS:     

                                                            (nervous) 

                                    um no, the first PAX don’t arrive until tomorrow morning. 

 

 

 

                                                                        BASS: 

                                                            (focused) 

                                    Mr. Kelly? (beat) What is it…you aren't telling me?             

 

                                                                        THOMAS:

             Oh dear! We hoped we'd have more time to… to EASE …you in. We didn't think…

 

                                                                        BASS:   

                                                            (questioning) 

                                    Think…what?

 

                                                                        THOMAS:     

                                                            (nervous squirming) 

                                    Youuuuuu should really ask Dr. Waynewright! 

 

                                                                        BASS:   

                                                            (Focused) 

                                    I’d rather ask YOU, Mr. Kelley.  

 

             WHIMPER FROM THOMAS

 

                                                                        BASS:   

                                                            (Stern) 

                                    I’m getting impatient Mr. Kelley! 

 

                                                                        THOMAS:     

                                                            (Nervous) 

             OK! OK!…The forty-second person…is, is Sondra Derecha. (sigh) Everybody just calls her Alt-right Sondra. See, in Spanish…

 

                                                                        BASS:   

                                                            (cuts him off) 

             Derecha means right. I speak the language. Point her out on the photo

 

              FINGER TAPS TABLE, SOUND OF PHOTO SLIDING OFF TABLE

 

                                                                        THOMAS:     

                                    That’s her, there.

 

                                                                        BASS:    

             And why is it, nobody thought to point out there was a person on station who wasn't on the NSF & Beau-Low official personnel manifest?  

 

                                                                        THOMAS:     

             She just kinda… showed up one day in the B-3 lounge. Just walked in Destination Alpha, removed her C.W.E., and came in to watch videos with us. 

 

                                                                        BASS:   

                                                            (Dubious) 

             This is the South Pole…you don't just; WANDER in from the next town when the next town is over 1000 miles away!

 

                                                                        THOMAS:     

             Our first thought was she was a stow-away on a Beauregard LC-130, but none of the pilots recognized her, and on an Antarctic flight, any weight discrepancy more than 5 pounds would get noticed.

 

                                                                        BASS:   

                                                            (growing more frustrated) 

so then WHY didn’t somebody radio McMurdo to come collect her for transport out and questioning? 

                                    (sigh) You said she's called 'ALT, right Sondra. Why the 'Alt'? 

 

                                                                        THOMAS:     

                                                            (deadpan) 

            Because we determined she's from an alternate reality. 

 

             LOW RUMBLE OF FAN ROOM IN BACKGROUND

 

                                                                        BASS:   

                                    Say again?

 

                                                                        THOMAS:  

  From an alternate reality. Honestly, it took even us a while to determine that based on how simple things are slightly different in her reality vs. ours. (chuckle) Did you know; in her reality, the President was actually… 

 

                                                                        BASS:   

                                                            (Cuts him off, Angrily) 

                                    HAVE YOU BEEN DRINKING?

 

                                                                        THOMAS: 

                                                            (Firm) 

                                    No sir! I never touch the stuff.

 

                                                                        BASS:   

                                                            (Firm) 

                                    Taking medication, or somebody ELSE'S medication?

 

                                                                        THOMAS:     

                                                            (firmer) 

                                    NO SIR!... (stammering) I've never done 'The Drugs.'

 

                                                                        BASS: 

                                                            (sigh, talking into hands as he rubs his eyes) 

             Mr. Kelley, I'm tired, I'm dehydrated, my skin is chapped, my lips hurt and I'm jet-lagged. (deep breath) I want to see you, Dr. Waynewright, and this 'Sondra' in Waynewright's office at 09:00 tomorrow. We're going to chat, and then Sondra, you, and Dr. Waynewright are interviews one, two & three in that order.

 

                                                                        THOMAS:     

                                    Yes sir, I'lllllllll tell him, no problem.

 

 

             DOOR OPENING AND THEN CLOSING. FOOT STEPS DOWN CARPETED HALLWAY WITH FAN ROOM NOISE SLIGHTLY LOUDER.

 

                                                                                MALE VOICE:           

                                                                        (from behind door across hall) 

                                    WELL THAT WAS A QUICKIE

 

                                                                                BASS:      

                                                                        (Shouting ) 

                                    FUCK  YOU!!!

 

              ELECTRONIC BOOP, FEMALE ROBOTIC VOICE – RECORDING STOPPED

 

              2SP

 

              ELECTRONIC BEEP

                                                                                BASS:      

                                                 (Exhausted) 

             Diane, it's…I don't know? …22:something hrs. My head is pounding, I'm downing water like the Titanic, and my primary contact thus far may be a few cards short of a full deck. (deep inhale and exhale) I'm going to need you to pull station records for all stations, all nations. I'm looking for this Sondra Derecha. Look at the 2021 photo from the original file on my desk. Second row, middle of the line…brown hair with the dark blue coat. That's her. Run…(yawn while talking) Facial recognition on the photo (end yawn) with NSA, CIA … any of the DOD outfits…. I'm going to sleep!

 

            ELECTRONIC BOOP

 

           ((Outro music & Credits))