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LTJG McNally, Compromised

 

Scene 1

[McNALLY and MEIER sitting in half-filled cafe by big bay window, McNALLY nude as always, MEIER in casual attire]

McNALLY       I’m glad to see some sunlight, finally.  Even if it’s only two hours a day.
MEIER           Enjoy what you can enjoy.  Look at the view we have here -- all the way to the ice pond, with the

                      mountains behind it.
McNALLY       Yes, ice and snow as far as we can see.  Bare skin just does not go with that. . . I’m glad we found a table

                      over a heating vent.  I can’t stop crawling my toes over it.
MEIER           The Mayor, and his wife, they’re looking at you from across the room.  Don’t cover your breasts.
McNALLY       I can’t help it.
MEIER           You have to help it.  Don’t even scrunch up your shoulders like that.  You’re a nudist! and a model!  You

                     have to get used to people looking at you.
McNALLY      Each time someone looks, I’m cringing all over again.  You have no idea.
MEIER          Well, no I don’t.
McNALLY      Not even for a guy.  Guys are natural exhibitionists.  My boyfriend in college was like that.  I felt like

                     saying, “Put that thing away!”  Us gals are different.  And . . . part of me doesn’t want to get used to it.

                     I’m afraid when this is all over, when I can finally put clothes on, I’ll be at the point where I won’t know if

                     I’m naked or not.  I’ll walk out of the bathroom and forget to put something on.  Go into town like that.

                     People will think I’m unbalanced.
MEIER           I think you very well balanced.  All the artists say so.
McNALLY      Oh shut up.  If I hear one more male artist tell me I have a great body, I’ll scream.
MEIER          Here they come.  Act natural.
McNALLY      Did you say act naturist?
MEIER          Ha.
[MAYOR and WIFE approach]
WIFE            Good to see you again,
MAYOR         How are you, Meg?  Roger?
MEIER          Taking in the view.
MAYOR         Yes, the fjord and the mountains.
WIFE            Can’t wait to see you on Sunday.
MEIER:         Sunday?
WIFE             Her interpretive dance for Pastor Odegaard.
McNALLY      Um, yes.  I’m a little nervous.  I hope I do all right.
WIFE            The pastor has talked about it.  For someone like you the poses should be no problem.  You did very well at

                     rehearsal.
MAYOR         I wish I had my cell phone.  We could take a video of you in the “Gift from God” position.  It looks very

                    dignified, a real Mother Earth.
MEIER         Meg, what’s that about?
WIFE            Go ahead, you can tell him.
McNALLY     Um . . . I look down and bend my legs, with my arms, um . . .
WIFE            As if she’s giving birth.  The gift of life.
MEIER         Meg, care to show me?
WIFE            Don’t push her.  She’s so shy. One of the things we love about you, Meg.
McNALLY     Um . . . thanks.
MAYOR        Helga, there’s Mrs. Lundquist.  We should say hi to her.
WIFE            Yes.  Have a good day.  [MAYOR and WIFE leave]
McNALLY     I don’t want anyone taking photos of me.  Let alone a video.
MEIER         I don’t see how we can refuse, without making it look suspicious.
McNALLY     I like how you say “we”.  It’s my body, it’s my hoo-ha being spread for the Lord.
MEIER        We’re a team, remember?  That reminds me.  [gets out cell phone]  Not that I expect anything.  I haven’t

                   heard anything in three weeks.
McNALLY     I wish you’d let me carry that around.  I feel even more naked without it.
MEIER         It’s not like you have a pocket to put it in.
McNALLY     I could carry it around like a clutch, a pocketbook.  [sighs]  Accessorize.  A way of feeling dressed.
MEIER        Well I’m the one who’s supposed to keep up with the codes.  [taps on phone]  Oh my God . . .
McNALLY    What?
MEIER        Did I tell you we’re on Code 17 now?
McNALLY     I think so.
MEIER        Megan -- I think we’re going to get the all-clear!
McNALLY    What??
MEIER        Shhh!  This looks for real.  It says as of 1900 hours tonight, we have the all-clear.  [whispers]  Meg, in . . .

                   eight hours you can put clothes on again!
McNALLY    Did they say why?
MEIER        They never explain these things, you know that.
McNALLY    Let me see.  [grabs cell phone]  [whispers] That’s you?
MEIER        Yes, I’m three zero one. Remember?
McNALLY    How come I’m not copied on it?
MEIER        They don’t have to do that.  Stop shaking! . . . Maybe because they didn’t want it read by someone half out

                   of her mind with frustration.
McNALLY    Oh that’s me all right.  Oh thank you God, thank you Jesus, thank you the f**king CIA . . . ohhh . . .
MEIER        Don’t have an orgasm.
McNALLY    Ha!  You’ll never see that!  Some things I can still keep private.
MEIER        I’m very happy for you.  You’ve been through Hell.  Well, a cold kind of Hell.
McNALLY    Roger, you don’t know how I’ve prayed for this.  No more toes freezing off in the snow!  No more everybody

                   seeing everything I’ve got.  No more arctic wind biting my poor boobs!  No more brushing snow off my . . .

                   well . . . everything!  Clothes!  on me!
MEIER        We’ve got to think of a story as to why you’re putting clothes on again.  Or why you’re quitting modeling.

                   Unless you still want to do the occasional pose.
McNALLY    No way, José!  F**k that.  Let’s worry about that later.  [gulps]  I can’t breathe.  Let’s get out of here.

Scene 2

[aisle in clothing store]
McNALLY     And get me one of these cotton long johns, and two pairs of these wool socks . . .
MEIER         We can’t spend more than our allotment.
McNALLY     Oh c’mon . . . these fur-lined boots . . . wow . . . I wish I could try them on right now.
MEIER         Pick a size you know is too big.  You can fill the rest with an extra pair of socks.
McNALLY     Good idea.  Oh wow . . . I feel like a kid on Christmas.
MEIER         Steady!  You’re wiggling your toes so much, you might fall over.
McNALLY     I can’t help it. I can’t wait to feel fluffy warm stuff around them, instead of frigid snow.  Oh God . . . only

                    six more hours.
MEIER         I do believe your nipples are puckering with the excitement.
McNALLY     You bet.  [shakes her nipples at him]  Pucker pucker!  Waiting for a cotton bra!  [spreads her legs]  My clit

                    is puckering too!  Pucker pucker!  Waiting for panties to cover my poor . . .
MEIER         Pubic hair.  And your now-famous clit.
McNALLY     Public hair is more like it.  No more!  Even my butthole is puckering!  [turns and spreads her buttocks]

                    Pucker pucker!
MEIER         [laughing]  Meg, you’re a sight to see.

Scene 3

[McNALLY and MEIER, walking through snow]
McNALLY      Come on!!  Let’s go!  God it’s cold.
MEIER          Yes, it’s a cold one tonight.  And the snow coming down.  And the wind.
McNALLY      I don’t mind.  It’s my last few minutes n - nude.
MEIER          Don’ t walk so fast.
McNALLY     Everybody is walking fast tonight.
MEIER         Well I can’t, with these two bags.  This is my third trip.
McNALLY     You c -  could have used one of those free dolleys.
MEIER         That would look suspicious.
McNALLY     Come on, come on!!  What is it, f - five minutes left?
MEIER         Ten, really.  Leave five minutes’ leeway.
McNALLY     Oh f**k that.  Down our deserted street finally.
MEIER         It’s not deserted.  There’s the Ingells’ house next door.
McNALLY     I d -  don’t think they’re home.  Here!  Our creaky old cabin -- hey what are you doing?
MEIER         Leaving the bags with the others.  See, I have them all stacked outside the cabin.  That way you can put

                    them on right away.
McNALLY     Okay, good. . . Now what?
MEIER         [laboriously pulls cell phone out from his winter jacket]  Just a last minute check.  Go ahead, Meg, you

                    can hug yourself now, rub your arms.  You deserve it.
McNALLY     Okay, c - confirmation.  I g - get it.  Stupid Navy.  P - please I’m shivering worse!
MEIER         [pauses]  Okay, you can . . . wait a minute . . .
McNALLY     What??
MEIER         Meg, this is a falsified message!
McNALLY     What!!
MEIER         Misspellings . . . a weird email address.  It was spam, Meg!
McNALLY     Noooo!!!
MEIER         Don’t reach for those bags!  Meg, you can’t put anything on!!
McNALLY     No -- please --
MEIER         There’s no all-clear!  [tries to drag her away]
McNALLY     [crying] P - please . . . let me at least -- t - touch the bags --
MEIER         No!  Meg, sorry, no!  [gives her the key]  Here, you can open the door yourself -- it’s warm in there --
McNALLY     [crying, shaking, struggling on her knees to the door] [key breaks in lock] No!  No!  [in a weak voice] Oh

                    Roger, I’m going to freeze to death . . . I can’t f - feel my feet --
MEIER:        Meg!  Don’t!  Come back here!  DON’T!!

 

 

Scene 4

[McNALLY and MEIER, outside town, at edge of ice pond]

MEIER          Are you o.k. yet?
McNALLY      I suppose I’m ready to put my “game face” on.
MEIER          I can’t blame you for last night.  You were driven crazy.  And you almost died.
McNALLY      I don’t think I ever felt so much pain.
MEIER         To someone in hypothermia, falling into even lukewarm water would feel painfully hot.
McNALLY:    Obviously.
MEIER          I’m the one who had to memorize the protocol.  Cold water is best, at first.  But you broke into the Ingells’

                     and jumped right into their hot tub!
McNALLY      I felt like my body was in flames.  It actually felt good to get the hell out of that boiling oil

                     and flop around in the snow.
MEIER          I imagine.  Well maybe I can’t imagine.  Good thing nobody was home.
McNALLY     Was my scream very loud?  I have a half memory of screaming.
MEIER         Not too loud, I think.  The snowfall sucked up the sound. . . I’m sorry Meg.  I suppose I really wanted you

                    to have clothes.  I should have read that message more carefully.
McNALLY     It’s all right Roger . . . Well here we are, another freezing morning, me naked and you bundled up.

                    Back to shivering for art.  Why did this guy want me to pose out here again?
MEIER         Count yourself lucky.  If people heard you scream and you were in town we would have to deal with . . .

                    questions.
McNALLY     Do you really think our cover’s blown?  That we’re compromised?
MEIER         Someone knew we were waiting for an all-clear of some sort.  Why would they think we needed an all-

                    clear?  And for what?
McNALLY     [looking down at her feet]  I wish I had your boots.
MEIER         Actually it’s relatively warm today.
McNALLY     Oh shut the f**k up.
MEIER         We were all assuming they considered you dead.  After you disappeared under the rubber boat.
McNALLY     I did a great job of that, shucking even my swimsuit.  No dead body found, but that kind of thing happens

                    at sea.
MEIER         No one denies that.  I’m just saying, they must think you’re alive.
McNALLY     Here he comes.
[ARTIST arrives, with paint kit and easel]
ARTIST [with French accent]: Madame [bowing], Monsieur, good day.
McNALLY     Good d - day.
MEIER         Good morning, Mr. -- 
ARTIST         Solberg,
MEIER         Mr. Solberg.  How do you want her?
SOLBERG     [setting up] Madame, if you could put one foot on that rock, and the other on that, and face to my left --
McNALLY     Sorry, that one’s covered in ice.  I might slip.
SOLBERG     True.  Maybe that one then, that’s covered with the melting snow.
[McNally poses]
[SOLBERG sketches, MEIER watching the scene, walking around]
SOLBERG     Madame, you are in a precarious position.  Can you turn slightly to your left?  If you can’t, don’t worry

                     about it.
McNALLY      Sure I can.  How about this?
SOLBERG     No, that’s too much.  I want your nipples in view.
McNALLY      How about this?
SOLBERG     Now I can’t see your clitoris.  It’s hidden in your pubic hair.  Can you separate your legs more?
McNALLY      How about -- like this?
SOLBERG      Yes, good.  Let me say, your clitoris is very apt for rendering.  Everyone says that.  Especially in the cold,

                     when it’s erect and pokes out more.
McNALLY      Um . . . thanks.
SOLBERG      Finally could you turn a bit more?  I want to get those shadows on your anus.  I hope you don’t mind.
McNALLY      No . . . of c - course not.
[SOLBERG continues sketching]
SOLBERG      Madame, I see you’re starting to shiver.  We will break in a minute.  But I want you to remain still for the

                      next few seconds.  I will say something that might make you flinch.
McNALLY       What?
MEIER [suddenly puzzled]: What?
SOLBERG [dropping French accent]: Guadalupe nine seven one.
MEIER           What did you say??
SOLBERG      Guadalupe nine seven one.
MEIER           Um . . . Sukie one six.
McNALLY       D - dareen thirty-four d - double F.
MEIER           Holy shit.  I’ve seen you around town.  How long have you been here?
SOLBERG      Since about two weeks before you arrived.  [continues sketching]
McNALLY      Who are you?  Can I rest?
SOLBERG      There’s no one around -- apparently.  We can talk.  But everyone look at the pond.  And point from time

                      to time as if we’re discussing it.  [McNALLY gets off rocks; everyone turns toward the pond]  Major Ed

                      Erichsen, Signal Corps.
MEIER           Meg --
SOLBERG       I think it’s o.k. for her to rub her arms, Ensign.
McNALLY       Thank heavens. . . Sir, Ensign Meier has been a top deck asshole.
MEIER           Sir, the j.g. here has been not respectful of the role I have to play.
McNALLY       He has no f**king idea what I have to go through.
MEIER            If it wasn’t for me, she would now be --
SOLBERG       Enough!  Enough already!  I had an idea this was going to happen. . . Look, I think you’ve both done a

                      fine job, with a unique assignment.
McNALLY       Thank you.  Sorry for the strong language.
MEIER            I’m sorry too.
SOLBERG      That’s all right, we all expect that from sailors.
[they continue looking at the pond, pointing occasionally]
SOLBERG       I noticed you trucking all those clothes yesterday, Ensign.
MEIER            Yes.
SOLBERG       You must have gotten a false all-clear.
MEIER             I hope I was right about that.
SOLBERG       Yes you were.
MEIER            Do they think she’s alive?
SOLBERG      The Chinese, possibly.  The Russians are still clueless as usual.
McNALLY       C - can we have the rest of this conversation inside?  Let’s go back to the c - cabin.
SOLBERG      That would not be a good idea.
MEIER           Major, is our cover compromised?
SOLBERG      Possibly.  However I do have some good news.
McNALLY       I think I’ve had my fill of “good news” for the time being.
SOLBERG      According to our equipment, some of those thorium atoms inside the j.g. might have decayed, de-

                      activated.
McNALLY       Really?
MEIER           Does that mean she can put on clothes?
SOLBERG      Possibly.
McNALLY       With respect, sir, I don’t want to hear “possibly”.
SOLBERG       I understand the trial you are undergoing, Lieutenant.  It is unique and must be uniquely stressful.
McNALLY        T - tell me about it.  Why can’t I be around another female for a change?  Why is it all men?
SOLBERG       I don’t know.  Anyway, our information is based on satellite data.  You have to be examined close up.
MEIER            Close up?
SOLBERG       Yes, with direct detection equipment. . . Let’s meet outside your cabin at four p.m. tomorrow.  It will be

                       well dark by then.
McNALLY        I hope this will really be it.
SOLBERG       I’ll pack up my things.  Our session is over.  [in previous French accent]  Thank you, Madame.
McNALLY        Wait a second -- you’re on our side?  And you asked me to show my nipples?  and my clit?  and my --

                       butthole??  You’re as bad as Ensign Jerkass here.  Men are such pigs!
 

Scene 5

[MEIER outside cabin, watching SOLBERG as he attends to McNALLY, on all fours, in six inches of snow]

McNALLY           This is -- horrible!
SOLBERG           Just hold steady, Lieutenant.  I have to push a little more.
McNALLY           That thing is like a -- baseball bat!  Ouch!!
SOLBERG           It was as small as they could make it.
MEIER [watching] A kind of Geiger counter?
SOLBERG           Yes, rather low-tech.  But it will situate itself within a few inches of her liver and detect any emissions,

                           and thereby, any breakdown of the thorium.
McNALLY [face down in snow]  And this after -- two enemas --
SOLBERG           The first was routine saline, the second had gadolinium coating.
McNALLY            You didn’t have to -- watch while I -- pooped them out.  There’s a brown spot in the snow over there

                           the size of a -- bathtub.
SOLBERG            I’m afraid there’s no cultivated way to do this, Lieutenant.  Ensign, can you hold her buttocks apart?

                           Push down, Lieutenant, as if voiding your bowels.
McNALLY            Nnnghh!  Uggh!  For this I spent four years at the Naval Academy?
SOLBERG            In your case it is part of your mission, Lieutenant.
McNALLY             They should put a photo of this scene on a recruiting poster --
SOLBERG            Almost done.  It’s slipping in now, all the way up to the flange.  Finished!
McNALLY             Oh God . . . this is horrible.
SOLBERG             I’d like you to try to stand up now.
McNALLY              I don’t know if I can . . . every time I breathe I feel this thing moving around inside me.
SOLBERG             You can do it.
McNALLY             How would you know? [stands up stiffly]  I feel like it’s about to come up through my throat.
MEIER                 Can she walk like that?
SOLBERG            Should be able to.  To be truthful it’s never been placed inside a person before.
McNALLY             That’s -- good to know!
SOLBERG             I don’t mind you being sarcastic, Lieutenant.  We all sympathize.  Can you walk a few steps?
McNALLY             Barefoot in the snow?  With p - pleasure.  Oh -- oh -- I feel like it’s slipping out --
SOLBERG            Bend over, please.
McNALLY             Aieee!  What did you j - just do?
SOLBERG             I increased the aperture, and the inner diameter.  It should stay in now.
McNALLY            My -- sphincter -- feels stretched out --
SOLBERG            There will be no damage, if you just relax.
McNALLY            Ha!  Relax!  I’ve never had anything up there, I’ll have you know!
MEIER                 How long does she have to hold it in?
SOLBERG             I think two hours every day, around this time.  At night, there are no sun’s rays to contaminate the

                            readings.
McNALLY              How do I know the “reading”?
SOLBERG             With every event, you will feel a click.  You are very sensitive there so I don’t think you will mistake it.
McNALLY              That’s for -- sure.  I felt your breath on it a moment ago.
MEIER                  Maybe she can try walking over to the street a bit, to get used to it?
McNALLY             Oh f**k you, Meier --
SOLBERG             Actually that is a good idea.  Lieutenant, maybe if you lead the way, we can follow.
McNALLY             Oh Jesus.  This is horrible.  [jumps] What was that??  My whole insides got a jolt!
SOLBERG            That was a click.  You will feel them from time to time.  I want you to count them, or have the Ensign

                            count them, for each two-hour session.
McNALLY              I d - don’ t think I’ll miss any.  That one rattled my teeth.
MEIER                  Let’s keep going.  Meg, why don’t you turn down Dag Street?
McNALLY             Okay but j - just for a moment.
SOLBERG            Try to moderate your gait, Lieutenant.
McNALLY             Okay -- oh!  It happened again!
SOLBERG            That’s actually good news.  The faster the thorium decays --
MEIER                  Oh shit -- here comes the Mayor and his wife!
McNALLY              And P - pastor Odegaard and his wife!
MEIER                   They’ve seen us.  We can’t turn back.
SOLBERG              If you feel a click, Lieutenant, suppress your reaction.  They absolutely can’t know about what’s

                             inside you.
[MAYOR, WIFE, ODEGAARD and WIFE approach]
MAYOR                  Meg, good to see you!  And you too, Roger!
ODEGAARD           And I recognize one of our local artists!  Just got finished with a posing session?
SOLBERG              Yes, very satisfactory, as always.
MAYOR’S WIFE      What a coincidence.  We were just talking over dinner about Sunday’s interpretive dance.
ODEGAARD            I think this will be some kind of breakthrough.  Meg is so -- dignified -- that I think it will allay the

                              suspicions of our, uh, less adaptable congregants.  [chuckles]
McNALLY                I’m glad -- EEE! -- to h - hear that.
MAYOR                   Meg, are you okay?
MEIER                     She’s just, er, hiccupping from the champagne we just drank.
ODEGAARD’S WIFE Yes, that happens with me sometimes.
MAYOR                     I hope at least it was good champagne.
McNALLY                 Yes -- EEE! -- I’m feeling a little -- hot from it -- EE!
MAYOR                    This time I have my cell phone.  Meg, can you do your “thing”?
ODEGAARD             Yes, not the dance, but the part where you speak.
ODEGAARD’S WIFE The “Gift from God”.  Erik, can you take the video?
ODEGAARD             Meg, my wife and I will stand on either side of you.
MAYOR                     Ready?  Everyone in position?  Camera on!
McNALLY                  EEE!  Gift from G - god!  OHHH!  OHHH!  [collapses, cries]


Scene 6

[MEIER and SOLBERG, standing in town square]

MEIER           What I don’t understand is why, after what happened on Friday, you want her to pose out here, of all                              places?
SOLBERG      It’s not so much the reaction of the townspeople as what the enemy thinks.  Assuming they’re watching,

                      for the moment we have to pretend nothing happened.
MEIER           Oh something really did happen.
SOLBERG       I attribute it to miscalibration of the equipment.  We were expecting a few clicks an hour, but instead the

                      Lieutenant found herself jangled by, according to the reading when I finally could take it out, one

                      hundred thirty-six.
MEIER            I know you called it a temporary seizure, caused by hiccuping, but everybody knew exactly what poor

                     Meg was experiencing.  I hope that video doesn’t get around.
SOLBERG      Unlikely.  We know that these are decent people.  Pastor Odegaard no doubt deleted it.  Though

                      perhaps unsuspecting as to who might have infiltrated his phone and already copied it. . . Are you sure

                      she’s coming?
MEIER           Bad choice of words.
SOLBERG      Sorry.
MEIER            I think the Chinese, or whoever sent me that false all-clear, knows where we are.  I realize now that they

                      must have GPS’ed the pingback when I acknowledged the message.
SOLBERG       I’d say that is a fair guess. . . So will she show up?
MEIER            She seemed better this morning.  After staying scrunched up on her bed for a whole day, and not leaving

                       the cabin since.
SOLBERG       No one can blame her.  Here she is.  Good morning, Meg.
McNALLY        I’d rather not talk.
SOLBERG       That’s o.k.  Pose by the fountain, as if looking down to contemplate it?
McNALLY        All right.  I don’t want to have to look at anybody. . . Why are we here?
SOLBERG       Let me get my kit out first.  Now that I’m drawing -- you probably can figure that your mission cannot

                       continue here.
McNALLY        To state the obvious.
SOLBERG       Whether or not the cover is blown, you can no longer fit in.
McNALLY        As if I ever did.
SOLBERG       You know what I mean.
MEIER            So what’s next?
SOLBERG       A change of scenery.  We have to keep hiding you.  The “hide in plain sight” strategy worked for these

                       months but it has been decided to try the opposite.
MEIER            What do you mean?
SOLBERG       You will be placed in what can only be called the sexual underground.  A very hidden place.
McNALLY        What??
SOLBERG       Miss McNally, this is not easy to say, but . . . the truth is, you have been naked and put on public display

                       for a long, long time --
McNALLY        It’s been six months and seven days.
SOLBERG       Indeed.  And by now you must be getting used to it.  I don’t mean that you enjoy it but constant nudity

                       and exposure has become a fact of your life and you have become used to that fact.
McNALLY        [still staring down at fountain]  I don’t like where this is going.
SOLBERG       You will be glad to know that you will be placed in a warm climate.
McNALLY        Oh thank God . . . at least I can thank God for that . . .
SOLBERG        You will be taken to Argentina, an area in the north part of the country called the “pampas”.
MEIER             I think I’ve heard of that.
SOLBERG        Flat grasslands, temperate in some places, semi-tropical in others.  You will be inserted into a large

                        estate that practices what might be called “sex tourism”, highly secret as you can imagine, but from

                        what we understand the source of a lucrative underground economy.  [leans to look at his canvas]  Can

                        you turn a little to your left?
McNALLY         I can’t f**king believe that the United States Navy is sending an officer to get raped!
SOLBERG        Nothing of the sort.  You will be introduced as what’s called a “female submissive” and your only role

                        will be to be looked at.  No sexual contact.  In fact no physical contact at all.
MEIER             How can you guarantee that?
SOLBERG        That is where you come in, Ensign.  You will be sent with her.
MEIER             How are they going to accept two naval personnel at a place like that?
SOLBERG        They won’t know it’s the Navy, of course.  To them -- and we are dealing with a shadowy group of

                        people, to be sure -- to them, you are an accomplished “dom” who is visiting, for an undetermined

                        period, with his “sub”.
MEIER             Will this work?
SOLBERG        All you have to do is look at the Lieutenant.  She will be much in demand.  Her body is extraordinarily

                        beautiful, well-toned, evenly tanned.
McNALLY         Excuse me while I scream.
SOLBERG        It is an objective truth which we have to take account of and can use to our advantage.
McNALLY         It still sounds too dangerous.  You’re sending me naked and unarmed into a secret society of pervs.
SOLBERG        This is a culture that carefully hides from the law, and extra carefully hides from publicity.  It took

                        a long time for us to develop the contacts.  They dare not do anything that will cause anyone to go to

                        the police.
MEIER              It makes a weird kind of sense.
McNALLY         Oh thank you so much for your support, Roger.
SOLBERG        Unlike here, where you were the only unclothed person, you will be with dozens of others who are also

                        in what is called the “BDSM scene”.  I don’t know if there will be other persons in complete nudity, but

                        there will be plenty of skin exposure.  You will fit in quite well.  Also a more salubrious climate which

                        I’m sure you will appreciate.
McNALLY         It’s only making me feel c - cold again.  C - can we finish this up?
SOLBERG        Your “sub” name will be Melinda.  And the Ensign will be a “dom” known as “Master Jake”.
McNALLY         “Master Jake”!!  This is too funny.
SOLBERG        Perhaps so, but when in his presence you are always to call him “Master” -- with a straight face --

                        and bow down.  And of course do everything he says.
MEIER             What is my role exactly?
SOLBERG        According to our research, it will be expected that any “sub” has a master.  And your role will be pretty

                       conventional, as things are done there.  You are the exclusive conduit for any requests to “hire” Melinda,

                       and you are also to make sure that there are no abuses, no instances of sexual or physical contact.  And

                       of course ensure that at no point is any part of her covered.  The story will be that she has dedicated her

                       life to complete exposure at all times.  You will be briefed on the particulars en route.
McNALLY         [still looking down at fountain, planting one foot in a different part of the snow]  I hope we get that d -

                        damned all-clear soon.
SOLBERG        There will not be only that.  The two of you will not simply be waiting around while you play your roles.

                        It has been realized that this secretive environment is convenient for relaying, shall we say laundering,

                        intelligence.  You will be given the codes.  Be alert to possibly being approached, to receive and then

                       dispatch messages.
MEIER             So how do we get out of here?
SOLBERG        A helicopter will pick you up at the ice pond tomorrow at 1100 hours.
MEIER             In broad daylight?
SOLBERG        Yes.  We want it to be detected, if there’s anyone watching.  Gather your things.
McNALLY         I d - don’t have a lot of things.  Should be easy.
MEIER             It gets cold in those choppers.
SOLBERG        This one will be specially insulated.  It will make off in the direction of Narvik, then once over the ocean

                       will circle back and up to Hammerfest.  From Hammerfest you will take a second helicopter to a third

                       point.  And so on.  You should be in the pampas within the week.
MEIER            Think of it, Meg.  Warmth!
McNALLY        Thank God.
MEIER            Think you can call me Master?  And bow at my feet?
McNALLY [still looking down at the fountain] Not before I f**king have to.

 

 

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