There is (was?) an artist named Frederick S. Fudala, somewhere in upstate New York, who (a long time ago) was on deviantart and created this drawing which I “embedded” into “‘Tami Smithers Was Here’” on the writingsofleviticus site. It’s called “Druuna’s Ascent”, a tribute to the graphic novel character created by Paolo Serpieri. As I recall Mr. Fudala’s original comment was: “I picture Druuna, having been stripped by a gang of thugs, escaping by scaling this cliff, only to find herself thrust into yet another peril which she will have to deal with while naked.” It fits in with Tami’s plight in general, and in particular her scaling the cliff to get away from teenage toughs at the end of Part 29 of “‘Tami Smithers Was Here’”. Fred, I’ve been trying to find you for years, please contact me!
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.
END