S1 Ep 2: Roscommon People

Episode 2- Roscommon People

(Low engine hum)

Jilly (J): Do you think Frank knows he's in space?

Sonya (S): What?

J: Does he know he's in space?

S: I don't think Frank understands the concept of space Jilly.

J: How do you know Sonya? Sher look at him. Look at his eyes.

S: He's asleep Jilly.

J: He's aware though isn't he? Frank knows what's going on. My mam said I was the same when I was born. Always looking around.

S: You're a true space cadet Jilly.

J: Yep, well I was.

S: What made you leave d'ya mind me asking?

J: Well, I took one look at the syllabus, and realised that all these fellas thought about was navigation.

S: Jilly...it's Navigational training.

J: Not all Navigation is Navigational, alot of it is...just a feeling.

S: Like a gut feeling?

J: No, if I were to describe where I feel it, it would be in my shins.

S: Good lord you're going to fly us into a Black Hole aren't you?

(Console Beeping)

J: Oh the lads are back!

(Two sets of metal footsteps, descending a staircase, metal door opening)

Gino (G): Hello lovely people. We have returned!

S: Have a good time I take it?

G: Yep. We sobered up before we reached the shuttlebug but, luckily I had a bit stored away for the journey up so now all the adults are scuttered again!

S: You mean you and Peter?

G: Yep. And Joe, RedBekka is too young to drink though, despite her protestations!

S: Wait what?

G: My new friends! Here they come now.

(two sets of metal footsteps)

Joe: Hello beautiful ladies! How are we on this auspicious day?

J: Hello there!

S: Hi? You must be Joe. And you must be Rebecca?

RR: RedBekka. RedBekka Roy.

J: Re...Becca.

RR: Red-Bekka. Like the colour.

J: Re-Becca.

G: Is that the cat? He's awful scrawny.

S: It's a ferret actually. Wait now don't change the subject. Gino who are these people?

G: I just introduced them. Joe from Roscommon and BedRekka.

RR: RedBekka-

G: That's the one.

S: No but like...who are they?

G: Well Joe is an entrepeneur and Becks here well she's...eh...

RR: An Underage prostitute.

S: Jesus, Mary and Joseph!

G: No not like that! I'm rescuing her she's...a recovering....that which she just said.

RR: Actually Gino employed me.

S: Oh lord.

G: As a Porter! Just to get her on her feet and stop her...you know.

J: And is Joe working with us too now Gino?

Joe: No no sweetheart. See Gino's agreed to ferry me to my friends ship orbiting Salirus. I've made a few bad deals if I'm to be honest but I'm changed man I promise you that! I just needed to get away before some unsavoury sorts got their hands on me. Your Captain is a good man taking in the pair of us.

G: Well it's not all alternistic now-

S: Are you trying to say altruistic?

G: Yes...what did I say?

S: Alternistic.

G: That's what I said! Same thing... same...same...same...sane...sabe...my tongue is massive!

S: Gino?

G: What? Oh yeah...where was I?

Joe: I know it's not much, but I have promised payment. I've a few hundred credits tucked away in my suitcase! It's not much I know but...I want to give ye'e something to say thanks.

S: Great. So you're doing drunken deals that's bound to cost us money and/or get us arrested or killed.

J: It happens more often than you'd think Sonya.

G: A wealthy man is one whose heart is full. Now if you would excuse me I must retreat to my bedroom...there is a sick bucket there that requires my full attention.

S: I suppose while you're vommiting It'll be on me to show our guests to the spare rooms?

G: You're a star Sonya. That is unless you wanted to accompany me? I have an escape pod in my room big enough for two-

S: I'm going to stop you there and remind you that the last man who came onto me is now suffering from testicular torsion.

G: Fair enough. G'night lads.

RR: Technically it's the morning.

G: (From a distance) You too!

INTRO

Open to Gino, hungover in his bed. Jilly is stood at the threshold, with Frank the ferret cackling menacingly.

G: Gah! Ugh...my head, my throat, my god...what is that?

J: Gino you're up! Frank wanted to come in and say hello!

G: That's not a cat Jilly.

J: We told you Frank is a Ferret when you came home this morning.

G: I don't remember that!

J: But you didn't seem blackout drunk?

G: That's the mark of a good alcoholic sis, when your friends and family don't know you're completely shitfaced.

J: Mam and Dad would be so proud.

G: Ah what they don't know won't hurt em. Fuck me my head, I can't remember a bloody thing after the gunf-uck.

J: Oh don't worry we know all about the gunfight.

G: Oh really?

J: Yep. Once we'd dragged Peter from the Scuttlebug and used the smelling salts he told us everything about your night out.

G: Are you mad?

J: I did consider letting Frank bite your testicles but (slap)

G: Ow, my head again!

J: You bloody eejit Gino Whelan! You're all I have left and you go and nearly get shot!

G: It was to protect Redbecca!

J: I know it was...that's why Frank isn't chewing on your right ball.

G: Well thank you for not unleashing an animal, which I never agreed to having aboard my ship, on my privates.

J: Maybe we'll just call it even.

G: Yeah maybe we will.

J: How do you know we can trust them Gino?

G: Look if it's about RedBekkas' past employment-

J: No not her. I get good vibes from her.

G: What's wrong with Joe then?

J: Roscommon, Gino? Come on!

G: Not this again Jilly.

J: It doesn't exist Gino.

G: Jilly it's a real County.

J: Have you ever met anyone else from there?

G: You drove through it!

J: It's fake! It's just more Galway. Roscommon was invented as a tax write-off for the Goverment.

G: I can't-I can't have this argument with you again.

J: Because you know I'm right?

G: No, because I'm hungover and all of this conspiracy nonsense is wrecking my bulb.

J: The only nonsense here is that people believe Iceland is real. I mean an Island....in the middle of the Atlantic? How does it just pop out? That's Alantis bro, and we'll never be allowed there because of the ban on Unicorn hunting. I read about it on this guys DigiBlast-

G: Please, for the love of god, stop.

J: Have you ever met an Icelandic person?

G: Yes! Several! In fact so have you! Hybrax has a colony of Icelandic settlers. Victon! You've been there...many times.

J: They're all actors. Or robots or both! Acting robots! (gasps) Jilly you've blown this case wide open!

G: I'm begging you to end this lunacy.

J: Fine. Breakfast?

G: Ugh, oh god. Just give me one sec, I think Mr. Bucket has been called back into action.

J: Okay, c'mon Frank before you try to eat any.

G: Oh why would you say that?

(Metal footsteps)

J: He'll be down in a sec, he's just vomitting.

S: Eejit, I hope he feels like crap.

(Metal footsteps approaching)

Peter (P): Hey Guys, Oooh Toast!

(Crunch)

J: Hi Peter!

RR: Hi Peter!

S: Hi? Just Hi.

P:(mouthful of toast) Gosh you guys are a friendly bunch this morning.

Metal footsteps approaching)

G: Well lads.

RR: Morning Boss.

J: Gino.

S: I hope your suffering after all the shite you got up to last night.

(Peter awkwardly crunches his toast)

G: Oh I am. And thank you Peter for telling them. A Security Officer who can't keep a fecking secret.

P: (Mouth full of toast) Sorry.

S: Peter don't be sorry. Gino's the one who should apologize.

G: As I've just explained to Jilly, it was to protect the little miss here.

RR: I told you before, I don't need protecting.

G: Of coarse you do, you're just a child.

RR: Would a child carry this?

(Sound of Gun being unstrapped and dropped on the table)

P: (Swallows toast) That's an Inquisitorial Oppressor. That's like my 5th favourite handgun ever. where did you get it?

RR: One of the district officers, he had a thing for little girls. I stole his gun when he fell asleep, there was nothing he could do otherwise everyone would know what he was.

G: Okay I'm taking this-

RR: Hey!

G: And also yes, children can have guns. They're called child soldiers and you will not be one of them. Not if you want to win employee of the month!

S: I'm sorry, did you say Employee of the Month? Did we suddenly become Galaxy Burger?

G: I Just thought of it there. Might be a good way to boost morale.

S: I see. And who currently is in contention for this prestigous title?

J: Oooh is it me?

G: I dunno now...could be any of us! Could even be me.

RR: That's awful dictator-y of you.

G: Wait it might actually be me!

S: Of coarse.

G: Did I just award it to myself? I think I did!

P: Oh congrats man! Can I be Security Officer of the Month? Something to tell my family back home.

G: No, because I won that too.

P: Awh well, maybe next month!

G: I'm going to hang a framed photo of myself, right here above the breakfast bar!

RR: Oh great, just like our dear leader.

G: Hey it's better than what's hanging there now.

P: You don't like my vegetable art?

G: No, no I don't Peter. The lack of flair and dramatic lines depress me.

P: Now you sound like my art teacher.

J: It's okay Peter I like it!

P: Thanks Jilly.

J: Bernard does too!

S: He does?

J: Yep. He was admiring the brocolli one before he left.

RR: Is this your engineer? Where is he?

G: Is he not asleep in his room?

RR: Is it the room with the picture of the naked girl sitting on a ship engine on the wall?

J: That's the one!

G: (quietly) He's not fooling anyone.

S: What?

G: Nothing.

RR: Yeah he's not there.

G: He should really take that down by the way since we've a minor and all that jazz. Wait what were you doing in his room?

RR: Just looking.

G: Uh huh. Looking for anything in particular?

RR: Valuables.

S: Seriously?

RR: What? This gig could go tits up any minute with this guy as your captain.

G: Hey now, you're talking about the employee of the month! okay for that go and scrub the toilet.

RR: No.

G: Please. (quietly to RedBekka) I need you to say yes. I don't think Sonya respects me.

S: I can hear you.

RR: Really no.

G: But you're my employee...maybe of the next month.

RR: Give me something else.

G: Sweep?

RR: That's better.

(Rebekka leaves the table. metal steps walking away)

G: Yeah and that's an order.

(Steps stop)

RR: What was that?

G: Nothing.

(steps continue)

S: Wow Gino, good leadership there.

G: Shut up Sonya. God knows what else she's carrying.

J: Lads, where is Berny?

G: Ah I'm sure he'll turn up eventually. He usually sends me a fairly angry message saying that I've left him on the Planet again. Did anyone try his GeoCaller?

J: Yep. Just there when you got intimidated by a 15 year old girl-

G: Yep, let's not bring that up again.

J: His GeoCaller is deactivated Gino.

S: Maybe it broke, or was robbed.

P: Or ran out of juice?

G: Yeah maybe. It's just, Bernard's really careful. He always heads out with full charge and doesn't take it out of his pocket until the end of the night.

S: So what do we do?

(Beeping from the tanoy)

P: Incoming vessel!

G: Shit, not Mortlock again! I fooled him twice! That shame is on him, he should be mad at himself!

(Four sets of metal footsteps running across rooms and up stairs)

G: Jilly take Nav! Sonya head down to engineering, make sure she's ready to go, Peter...stand behind me and for the love of God look mean.

P: You got it cap.

G: No! Don't smile!

P: Frowning cap.

G: You're still smiling!

P: I don't know how to frown cap. All I know is smile and this face which makes me look thoughtful.

J: You look constipated Peter.

P: Is that why the examiner at Art school kept asking me do I need to use the bathroom?

G: Here, I've drawn a frowny face on this brown paper bag. Put it on, it'll make us look like crazies.

Bag crinkles

P: It smells wierd in here.

G: Yeah well it would, it's where I keep my toenail clippings.

P: Is that what's scratching me?

G: Jilly can you get a visual?

J: Coming in now Gino. It's a class 2 Interceptor. That's Inquisitorial.

G: Shit...shit...shit. Please don't be about the gunfight!

J: He's coming through on the monitor now.

Adonis Primero (AP): Cargo ship the Green Horizon. This is Captain Adonis Primero of the Inquisitorial Interceptor the Midas. You are required under the Astral Travel Doctrine to submit to a random inspection of your vessel. This inspection is mandatory, any resistance will be met by neccessary use of force. Do you understand the terms as I have laid them out for you?

G: Yes, I understand.

AP: Good. We will be at your docking entrance in 5. End of transmis- what is that behind you?

G: Eh?

AP: Does your friend often wear paper bags on his head?

G: What? Oh...

P: Is he talking about me?

G: No Peter, the other fella with a paper bag on his head.

P: What a coincidence!

G: Captain Primero...my friend here suffers from an anxiety ...I assure you he will remove it before your arrival.

AP: I hope so. Primero out.

Console stops

G: Thank...fuck.

P: Can I take this bag off yet?

G: Peter?

P: Yeah cap?

G: I hate you.

S: ( communicator) is everything okay?

G: Yeah Sonya. Just a random inspection.

J: Have we everything up to code Gino?

G: Yeah we're grand Jilly. Insurance is up to date, my license is still valid. You're down as a chef so you don't need your Nav License which is fine because a ship our size isn't legally required to have one, it's just frowned upon. We are legally required to have two officers on board at all times though...thank God Sonya is here.

S:Communicator) More like thank Bernard. Any sign yet Jilly?

J: No, nothing Sonya.

S: Also Gino, we might still be in trouble, what about the Redbekka and Joe?

G: Shit, I completely forgot about them. Girls go and get Redbekka, I'll go and wake Joe.

....

Cut to:

(Heavy Snoring, metal footsteps, door bursting open)

G: Joe! Wake up!

Joe: What the fuck? Oh...Hello my lad.

G: Inspection Joe we have a fucking inspection! Please tell me you have your papers?

Joe: Papers? Yes I do have them somewhere.

G: Brilliant. Grab them and meet us at the cargo bay.

Joe: Where's that now?

G: Eh, nevermind I'll bring you with me. just grab your papers-

Joe: Ah it's grand you head on I'll find it. All these ships have the same layout anyway.

G: You sure?

Joe: Yep yep go on lad, before they breach.

G: Right, yeah you're right. Okay meet us there!

(Metal footsteps running, hatches opening, final hatch door)

G: Okay lads Joe has papers. Please tell me-

P: I have papers boss I always keep them on me incase my employer dumps me in the middle of nowhere which happens alot! Also no mention of bandits or marauding in mine, Just says I'm an art graduate!

G: Great, I'll be honest Peter after the paper bag incident I had blocked out your exisitance entirely.

P: Now you sound like my mom!

G: RedBekka?

S: No, she doesn't!

G: What!?

RR: Sorry but you guys didn't tell me I had to be a registered citizen in order to sweep your floor!

G: Fuck sake!

J: What will they do Gino?

G: It depends. Technically we're harbouring an illegal migrant. Even though she's only a child if your not registered your age doesn't matter. Now RedBekka, I need you to be honest with me. Do you have any connection to any rebel groups, religious organistions or death cults?

RR: What? No!

G: Are you sure?

RR: Yes!

G: Okay, because you know the punishment for associations with rebel groups, religious organisations and death cults?

RR: Execution?

G: No no, much worse. A one way ticket to Shatterfrost. A life with the Blacknoses. That would be your punishment, and ours. So I'll ask again, are you sure?

RR: Yes Gino, I'm sure.

G: Okay. If your only crime is non-registration, I think I can work our way around this.

S: Don't say it-

G: Just let me do the talking.

S: Oh good lord. No Gino, I've spent a large portion of my life dealing with Officers like this, they're cold, calculating sociopaths who will string you up for any infraction. I know, because for a time I thought like them. Just smile and nod, and let me deal with him.

(Sound of depressurization, doors whooshing open and metal footsteps)

AP: Captain Gino Whelan.

G: Err yes, sir.

S: First Officer Sonya Halley, a pleasure to meet you Captain Primero.

AP: Yes yes let's just get this over with. I see your other crew member has removed the paper bag from his head.

P: Did I look mean?

AP: What?

S: Captain I notice you have no escort with you?

AP: Yes well the fear of having one's ship destroyed and one's body hurled into the empty void of space is my escort.

S: Of coarse sir! Would you like me to accompany you?

AP: If you don't mind I'd rather the captain accompany me.

S: Oh, are you sure?

AP: It wasn't a request.

P: (Whispering) You're doing great.

G: Don't worry Sonya, I'll be fine with Adolfus here.

AP: It's Adonis. Adonis Primero, Captain of the Midas and Agent of the Order of Humanity.

J: That's a long name Adonis Adonis.

S: Are you absolutely sure I can't show you around?

AP: Yes. Now I want everyone else to assemble in the dining area for documentation inspection which will occur after your captain shows me the engine room and cockpit.

G: Awh you're going to love the cockpit (two sets of metal footsteps, Gino's voice decreases as the pair walk away) I have a locker there full of pictures of the most delicious pasta dishes that I've been meaning to cook for ages, but you know yourself being a captain and all that Jazz (voice barely audible) Spagetti Bolognase, Lasagne, Ravioli....

S: What is he doing?

RR: He's gonna bore the guy to death.

J: Exactly, this isn't our first inspection you know. Primero is going to be so sick of hearing about Pasta, he'll rush to get out.

P: That's brilliant.

S: Yeah, that really is.

J: Yep. There's another locker full of horrible pictures of injuries and diseases next to it for when we want to creep out salespeople.

S: Okay I'll steer clear of that one, where is it?

J: Beside the pasta one.

RR: That's a little risky isn't it?

J: No, not unless you mix up the two, which only happened once and all it did was make a homeopathist hungry.

P: What if you mix it up the other way?

J: Oh no, who'd be that stupid?

[Fade out]

......

[Fade in]

G: Again, just want to say sorry for that. In fairness though Gonohrrea sure sounds like Italian cuisine.

AP: Why would you keep these pictures?

G: Don't tell me you haven't got a gross drawer to scare away healing crystal dealers?

AP: I just tell them to leave before I throw them out the airlock.

G: Yep. That would do it.

AP: Okay, so your documentation is in order. The cockpit is adequately assembled-

G: Thank you.

AP: Now I need to see your pet license.

G: What now?

AP: We scanned 7 non-human life signs aboard this ship. 6 rat sized animals-

G: do we have rats again? For feck sake.

AP: And a slightly larger animal possibly of the Mustela Genus.

G: Eh?

AP: A Ferret.

G: Oh bollocks.

AP: I assume you have no pet licence.

G: Yeaaahhh.

AP: Hm. Do you know how many vessels are in orbit around Penthus?

G: twelve.

AP: What? No. 16, 711.

G: I wasn't far off.

AP: I joined the Astral Legion to kill Pirates and defectors, instead I'm assigned customs duty in the fecal orrifice of the Galaxy.

G: We call it the cockwart.

AP: I should flush your animal out the airlock-

G: What is it with you lads and airlocks?

AP: (pause) Get a pet license Captain Whelan.

G: Oh really? You're leaving it off, just like that?

AP: Just like that. I've another 8 vessels to inspect today. I don't have time to fill out the paperwork on one damn weasel.

G: Ferret. And thank you.

AP: Don't. Thank the underfunded Penthusian Astral Defence System.

G: Since you're handing out freebies-

AP: Yes?

G: That little girl you saw in the cargo hold? She has no papers.

AP: Now that I can't turn a blind eye on.

G: Please! She was a sex slave on Penthus, we rescued her!

AP: Rescue or no she is still unauthorised to travel.

G: What will you do?

AP: Take her back to Hybrax. Place her in the care of the Pylorian Orphanage.

G: That place nearly is bad as Shatterfrost. Please there has to be something I can offer you.

AP: How many credits do you have?

G: Five thousand.

AP: That should do. Give it to me, and I shall ensure your young crewmate shall be passed clear to travel.

G: Are you serious?

AP: Yes. As I said Captain, we are underfunded.

....

P: What do you think they're talking about up there?

J: I don't know, but it's making me hungry.

S: RedBekka, are you alright.

RR: Yeah, why?

S: You're awfully quiet.

RR: I just, there's no way around this is there?

S: We'll figure something out.

RR: No we won't. Primero will take me back to Penthus, stick me in one of those awful orphanages, and you guys will get in trouble.

P: It'll be alright.

RR: Why couldn't you have just left me? I told you I was fine.

P: I couldn't just leave you Becks.

RR: Yes you could have. You ruined everything Peter. You're an idiot and your art is garbage.

J: Hey now don't say that!

Joe: Where the feck were ye'e? I was waiting in that bloody cargo hold for the last five minutes.

S: He's inspecting all of us here. sit down he'll be down in a while.

Joe: Oh my head. I need to sleep off this curse of a hangover. How long will they be?

S: Who knows, inspections can take anywhere from an hour to a day. We could be waiting a good while.

(Two sets of metal footsteps)

G: Well, that's it now.

S: What?

AP: I am satisfied that your vessel is up to code and you are all legitimate citizens of the Order of Humanity.

J: That's great news all the same isn't it?

G: Yep. And any mention of Captain Primero's flawless evaluation of our crew and status will result in immediate withdrawal of said evaluation and place us on a shoot-to-kill order. Okay lads?

(all together)

J: Yep!

S: Cool.

RR: Totally.

AP: Excellent. Now if you...hold on is that a picture of a vegetable headed man?

P: Yeah, it's my art. Do you like it?

AP: No.

P: Oh. You're all so mean now.

AP: I would reccomend you hang a picture of the Great Leader instead of this...monstrosity. An inspector more scrupulous than I might take offence.

G: Noted. Thank you.

AP: My pleasure. Now I will take my leave back to the Midas. Actually there is one more thing...

G: Yes?

AP: Your Engineer... Bernard Dooley. He's currently in a Hybraxian Holding Cell in the Lira District. He's being held for association with characters most vile.

J: Oh no, Berny!

S: Wait, how do you know this? You would of only seen our crew list as you scanned our Data files?

AP: My brother is a chief Inquisitor for that precinct. He relayed a message to me that there may be a ship in orbit with...undesireable sorts.

S: So that's what this is? A shakedown. We were never on an inspection list. You just came sniffing to see if we had anything to hide and extort us if we did.

AP: Oh yes. The money I make as an Inquisitorial Captain is pittance compared to extortion.

J: Can you get him out?

AP: Do you have 50, 000 credits?

G: Of coarse we don't.

RR: Maybe Joe? Can you help us out?

Joe: I'm sorry miss. I've nothing close.

AP: Thought so. I should take your money too old man but I'm late for my next inspection. It seems the Passenger Ship Excelsior has an officer who's brother has just been detained for membership to the Dead Presidents.

S: You realise that what you're doing is the reason so many people are turning on the Order? You're bringing shame to that badge.

AP: Now, I have your money, and you have the knowledge that mentioning this to anybody would be the worst mistake of your miserable lives. I can see myself to the airlock.

(Metal footsteps walking away)

J: What are we going to do? Poor Berny is locked away in some horrible prison cell.

S: I don't know Jilly. What did he mean "Characters most vile"? Like members of the All Nations Alliance? Libra?

G: No, of coarse not. Our Berny isn't a radical, and he's certainly no Shadow Assassin. This is all a big mixup. Listen, I need to head to the cockpit and do some thinking. Do not disturb okay?

(Metal footsteps walking away)

RR: Peter?

P: Yeah?

RR: Sorry. I love your art.

J: Me too.

RR: I said it first.

P: Thanks guys.

(3 seconds of silence)

S: Why are yee looking at me?

Joe: I honestly think all art is a heap of shite.

....

G: Computer, patch me through to TenSpace Aeronautics.

(computer trills, then rings out)

tic Vessel manufacturer since: 2099

G: Hi. I need to speak to your CEO Pericious Prados please.

Reception: I'm sorry sir, but Mr Prados is busy.

G: Look, tell him Gino Whelan is looking to cash in his favour. He'll understand, trust me.

Reception: Sir I-

G: Listen, if you think he's going to be mad at you for interrupting him, he's going to be more mad at you when he finds out you've fobbed me off. Now for everyones sake, call him.

(Long pause)

Reception: One moment sir.

G: Yeah no problem.

(Long pause)

Reception: Putting you throught now.

Pericious Prados (PP): Gino Whelan as I live and breathe. Tell me how's that ship working out?

G: It's okay, tough.

PP: Yeah, I hear you're out in the Heracles Cluster? Don't tell me you've hitched up at Penthus?

G: Got it in one.

PP: Oh wow, although maybe it's not so bad now? I heard the Pylorian Order are doing good things in the cities?

G: Look Percy I didn't call you to talk about that.

PP: I know you didn't. So, what do you need?

G: A favour.

PP: Well I can't say I wasn't expecting you to cash in. Sooner than I thought but...what do you need me to do?

....

(Hybraxian Prison cell, sound of water dripping, shouting & screaming in the distance etc.)

Meetus: Hey, hey you.

Bernard (B): Wha...What?

M: I know what you are. They always strip your kind naked in this place. It tells us why you're here.

B: Please, I just want to go home.

M: You're not going home you abomination. You're in here with me. They always give me your kind. And I always kill them.

B: Oh god, not like this. I just...wanted to see the stars.

M: You're about to see your intestines you dirty-

Guard: Bernard Dooley?

B: Yes!

Guard: Seems you have friends in high places. You're free to go.

(Jail Cell opening)

B: What? Just like that?

Guard: Just like that. Here are all your belongings. Count yourself lucky, you would of been Meetus' fifth kill of the week.

M: I'll be seeing you again. Soon enough, you'll slip up and be right back in here with me.

B: Not a chance. Get me the fuck out of here.

...

(Airlock whooshing, Metal door opening)

J: Welcome back Berny!

P: Hey man, it's me Peter.

B: I haven't forgotten you Peter. Still in employment here I see?

RR: Hey there...So, I'm a rescued street urchin.

Joe: And I'm Joe, how was prison? I've always wanted to try it out myself.

B: Okay I'll get back to the new people in a minute. How did I get out? Sonya did you do this?

S: No! I honestly have no idea. It sounded like you were in deep shit until we found out you were released.

B: Gino?

G: What me? No.

B: What did you do?

G: Nothing. Look can't we all be happy that you're back.

B: Gino?

G: Okay I knew a fella who knew a fella who was able to have a few words and hey presto here you are. Now that's all I have to say, any further questions will result in me going to the gross drawer.

B: Thank you Gino. Really...I don't know what to say.

G: Say nothing buddy. specifically now because I lost all our money paying off a corrupt Inquisitor to pass our ship so now I can't pay you for the foreseeable future.

B: Wait...what?

G: Seriously, it's so good to have you back!

(End)

Created By Paul Walsh

Cast

Kieran Walsh as Gino Whelan

Caoimhe Walsh as Sonya Halley

Amy Jackman as Jilly Whelan

Steven Stubbs as Bernard Dooley

Megan Walsh as RedBekka Roy

Paul Walsh as Peter Savage

Jack Bishop as Mortlock the Smuggler

Sound by Steven Stubbs

Recorded in the Forum, Waterford, Ireland.

Sound Effect Attribution

Freesfx.co.uk

Freesounds.org

Ultradust- Sipping a drink

-Sliding chair on Hardwood floor

Inspectorj- Door, Front, Opening.wav

-Footsteps, Concrete, A.Wav

-Toaster Pop, A. Wav

ddunkley- footsteps on metal.wav

Qubodup- Sci fi Laboratory Ambience

pfranzen- Smashing head on wall

Jzazfurek- Ferret

CUeckermann- Dog walking on hardwood floor

CosmicD- Engine_Hum_New.wav

Avakas- Lying on Bed

Nebulousflynn- Paper Bag

EmilZendera98- Ink Marker on Paper. Wav

BarkersPinhead- Rummage.Mp3

KwahMah_02- Five_Beeps.wav

YleArtkisto- Prison cell door open and close

Duckduckpony- Clothing_shirtsandpants_rustling.wav

Music

Intro by Daniel Noronha (Mrthenoronha)

Slippery Loop by Goran Andric (Zagi2)

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