E.S.P.
Setting: Straker enters his studio outer office.
Straker: Good morning, Miss Ealand.
Miss Ealand: Good morning, sir.
Straker: [sees large envelope with many stamps in her hands] Well, somebody wanted to make sure that got here.
Miss Ealand: It's been in the material analyser. It's just paper.
Straker: Well, with that number of stamps, I would have expected a small atom bomb, at least.
Miss Ealand: It's probably a film script. It's addressed to you personally. Do you want to read it?
Straker: Well, I suppose ingenuity should not go unrewarded. Whoever sent it certainly knows how to draw attention to their work. Maybe they can write too. I'll pass it along to the script department.
Miss Ealand: Right.
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Setting: Straker, Col. Freeman, and Col. Foster in the commander's HQ office.
Straker: Well, are you fit for duty, Paul?
Foster: Yes, sir. Shroeder checked me out an hour ago.
Straker: Good, good. No more little men watching you?
Foster: Well, in the Medical Centre security's tighter than a drum anyway.
Straker: Oh, I see. And your little friend -- he couldn't get in, eh?
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Straker: Good morning, Miss Ealand.
Miss Ealand: Good morning, sir.
Straker: [sees large envelope with many stamps in her hands] Well, somebody wanted to make sure that got here.
Miss Ealand: It's been in the material analyser. It's just paper.
Straker: Well, with that number of stamps, I would have expected a small atom bomb, at least.
Miss Ealand: It's probably a film script. It's addressed to you personally. Do you want to read it?
Straker: Well, I suppose ingenuity should not go unrewarded. Whoever sent it certainly knows how to draw attention to their work. Maybe they can write too. I'll pass it along to the script department.
Miss Ealand: Right.
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Setting: Straker, Col. Freeman, and Col. Foster in the commander's HQ office.
Straker: Well, are you fit for duty, Paul?
Foster: Yes, sir. Shroeder checked me out an hour ago.
Straker: Good, good. No more little men watching you?
Foster: Well, in the Medical Centre security's tighter than a drum anyway.
Straker: Oh, I see. And your little friend -- he couldn't get in, eh?
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