Episode 1 - Zale Indigo Ravenheart/Transcript


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PROLOGUE
(THE ANSWERPHONE CLICKS ON WITH A BEEP)

VOICE: Congratulations. You’ve reached The Amelia Project. This phone call isn’t happening. If you’re not serious about this, hang up. Now.

(PAUSE)

If you continue there’s no way back.

(PAUSE)

Good choice. A new life awaits. You’ll hear back from us within the hour. If you don’t hear back, please consider the whole thing a hoax. Leave your message after the beep.

BEEP.

ZALE INDIGO RAVENHEART: (FAST, NERVOUS WHISPER) How quickly can this be done? I don’t have much time. I leave planet Earth tonight. I’m being launched to Antithon in… ten hours. I can’t get out of it. My followers won’t let me. I need help! I need you to intervene!

My name is Zale Indigo Ravenheart. Founder and Archpriest of the Apostles of Antithon.

Get back to me. Please. Quick. Help.

(SHRILL BEEP OF THE ANSWERPHONE)

THEME TUNE

INTRO
The Amelia Project by Philip Thorne and Øystein Brager, with music and sound design by Fredrik Baden. Episode 2: Zale Indigo Ravenheart.

Episode
(THE INTERVIEWER’S OFFICE. THE BEAT OF THE THEME TUNE DISSOLVES INTO THE TICKING OF A TIMER, THAT THEN GETS SHUT OFF WITH A CLICK)

INTERVIEWER: Interesting.

(A KNOCK ON THE DOOR)

INTERVIEWER: Hello? Come in!

(THE DOOR OPENS WITH A SQUEAK AND IS SHUT AGAIN, QUIETLY)

ZALE: Could you draw the curtains? It’s just…

INTERVIEWER: Certainly.

(SOUND OF THE CURTAINS BEING DRAWN)

ZALE: (COMING CLOSER, HIS STEPS CAN BE HEARD) Nobody- Nobody is allowed to know I’m here. Those two Italian guys in the lobby, are they trustworthy?

INTERVIEWER: Joey and Salvatore?

ZALE: They don't look trustworthy.

INTERVIEWER: Those boys are hard as biscotti! But don’t worry, they’re working for you. We’re all working for you. Amelia is at your service.

ZALE: (HESITANT, NERVOUS) What- What I want is probably impossible.

INTERVIEWER: (WITH EMPHASIS) “Without faith nothing is possible. With it nothing is impossible.”

ZALE: Faith?

INTERVIEWER: (AMUSED) Relax, make yourself comfortable, grab a chair.

ZALE: (CLIPPED LAUGH, CONFUSED) What?

INTERVIEWER: Relax, grab a chair.

ZALE: Uh… there is no chair.

INTERVIEWER: (MATTER OF FACT) Of course there is.

ZALE: No there isn’t.

INTERVIEWER: (CALMLY, THOUGHTFUL) Aha… You have no faith.

ZALE: No, faith’s got nothing to do with it.

INTERVIEWER: I’m telling you there is a chair, you’re choosing not to believe me.

ZALE: (GETTING INCREASINGLY MORE NERVOUS/UPSET) Look, this has nothing to do with what I believe or not, okay? I can see with my own eyes! Or rather I- I can’t. I can’t see. See? That’s the point. I can’t see the chair, because it’s not there. The chair. It doesn’t exist. (LOUDER) Fact.

INTERVIEWER: (UNBOTHERED BY ZALE, BUT SAD ABOUT THE CHAIR) Pity. It’s a very comfy chair.

ZALE: (EXASPERATED) Prove it to me.

INTERVIEWER: What?

ZALE: Prove there’s a chair. Go on. Go on. Sit down in it.

(CHUCKLES, MORE CONFIDENT) You can’t. you have no evidence.

INTERVIEWER: Absence of evidence is not evidence of absence.

ZALE: You’re really strange, you know that?

INTERVIEWER: What was your name again?

ZALE: Zale Indigo Ravenheart.

INTERVIEWER: (WITHOUT MISSING A BEAT) Call it even.

Pause.

I looked you up on the google before you came in.

(SAVORING THE SOUND OF THE NAME, SLOWLY) Zale Indigo Ravenheart.

(SOUND OF TYPING ON A KEYBOARD, THEN THE TICKING BEGINS AGAIN)

Hm. This was the first hit. What am I looking at?

ZALE: (HESITANT) It’s the countdown. Days, hours, minutes, seconds.

INTERVIEWER:(INTERESTED) A countdown to your death?

ZALE: To my departure... from Earth.

INTERVIEWER: Eight hours, twenty minutes, thirty five seconds.

ZALE: Yes. Does that give us enough time?

INTERVIEWER: Well, that rather depends on the complexity of the task and the funds you have at your disposal. How do you intend to… “leave planet Earth?”

ZALE: In a (PAUSES, THEN, AS LOT QUIETER) cannon.

INTERVIEWER: (CHUCKLES) You’re kidding.

ZALE: (AFRAID, QUIETLY) I wish I was laughing.

INTERVIEWER: (LAUGHING) And this was your idea?

ZALE: (LOUDLY, CONVINCED) It’s the only way to get to Antithon.

INTERVIEWER: Antithon?

ZALE: It’s a long story and we don’t have time…

INTERVIEWER: (VERY SERIOUS) There’s always time for a story. At Amelia we collect stories. (SIGHS CONTENTLY) Ah, if these walls could talk…

ZALE: But they can’t, can they?

(BEAT)

INTERVIEWER: I’m sorry did you just ask me if our walls can talk?

ZALE: I mean, this isn’t being recorded or anything is it?

(PAUSE)

INTERVIEWER: No.

(PAUSE)

I’m interested in how someone decides he wants to be fired into space from a cannon, (CHUCKLES) goes out of his way to publicize the exact time and date, attracts huge attention, then realises eight hours, twenty minutes and thirty five seconds beforehand, that maybe it’s not such a bright idea after all.

(AMUSED) Can I guess?

You’ve lost your faith. Whatever this Antithon is, you no longer believe in it.

ZALE: Yeah. It’s not that simple.

INTERVIEWER: What is Antithon?

ZALE: You may find it hard to believe.

INTERVIEWER: (INTERESTED) I expect nothing less.

ZALE: It requires a leap of imagination.

INTERVIEWER: You’re sure you won’t take a seat?

ZALE: (NERVOUS LAUGH) There is no… (SUDDENLY SHOUTS) What is that?

INTERVIEWER: I believe that is a chair.

ZALE: (UPSET, STRESSED) Where did it come from?

INTERVIEWER: Do you believe this is a chair?

ZALE: I…

INTERVIEWER: Ceci n’est pas une pipe?

ZALE: It doesn’t… (HE GETS INTERRUPTED BY THE INTERVIEWER)

INTERVIEWER:

Sit down and tell me about Antithon.

ZALE:

Would you mind turning that down? It’s (STUTTERS)stress- stressing

INTERVIEWER:

(SERIOUS AGAIN) Sit down. (THE TICKING STOPS) Tell me about Antithon.

(SOUND OF THE CHAIR SCRAPING OVER THE FLOOR AS ZALE: SITS DOWN)

ZALE:

For every aspect of life there’s an opposite right? Fire and water. (THE CHAIR CREAKS) Light and dark.

INTERVIEWER:

Life and death.

ZALE:

A thing can only exist by having an opposite, something to compare it to. I mean, how would we know what good is if there were no evil?

INTERVIEWER:

(CHUCKLES) I agree with that.

ZALE:

Everything exists in pairs. Earth is no exception. Earth has an opposite.

INTERVIEWER:

And that’s Antithon?

ZALE:

(EXCITED) Yes! Earth and Antithon are on opposite sides of the sun. They circle the sun at one hundred and eighty degrees from one another.

INTERVIEWER:

(EQUALLY EXCITED, INVESTED) Like twins!

ZALE:

(GETTING INCREASINGLY MORE EXCITED) That’s right! Their identical distance from the sun, means Earth and Antithon have the exact same conditions. Same atmospheric pressure, temperature, gravity.

INTERVIEWER:

And presumably life?

ZALE:

Precisely!

INTERVIEWER:

(STILL EXCITED) Wow! I think this calls for a cup of cocoa. (A CLICK, LIKELY OF A TELEPHONE) Salvatore! Two cocoas please!

ZALE:

Each one of us has a counterpart on Antithon.

INTERVIEWER:

Oooh. (EXTREMELY INVESTED) What proof do you have for the existence of Antithon?

ZALE:

Everything has an opposite. The universe needs balance. (ALMOST MANICALLY) Antithon revealed itself to me in a vision.

(PAUSE)

INTERVIEWER:

(INSTANTLY COMPLETELY UNIMPRESSED) Ah. So you haven’t actually seen it?

ZALE:

No, well. How could I? The sun blocks it from view. It’s perfectly hidden. Even from the most powerful telescopes.

INTERVIEWER:

(AMUSED AGAIN) So, it’s a matter of faith…

(THE DOOR SQUEAKS WHEN IT’S OPENED AS SALVATORE ENTERS)

Ah, Salvatore! Grazie mille!

(SALVATORE SETS THE CUPS DOWN WITH A CLANK BEFORE HE STOMPS OUT AGAIN AND CLOSES THE DOOR. THE INTERVIEWER: AND ZALE: CAN BE HEARD SLURPING, THE INTERVIEWER: SIGHS CONTENTLY)

ZALE:

(IMPRESSED)Oh my…

INTERVIEWER:

Good, isn’t it? I have it specially shipped from Les Deux Magots. (ZALE: CHUCKLES, SOUNDS OF SIPPING, THE INTERVIEWER: SIGHS AGAIN)

Ah… Choccy choccy choccy (CLEARS THROAT, GETTING BACK TO THE PRESENT AND THE INTERVIEW)

Okay. Let’s say, for the sake of argument, that Antithon exists. After all, without evidence of its absence, who am I to disprove it, hm? Let’s say it really is a second Earth. Why are you and your followers so hellbent on getting there?

ZALE:

Why?

INTERVIEWER:

Yes. Haven’t we established it would be exactly like Earth? It would just be more of the same.

ZALE:

(TAKES AN AUDIBLE BREATH) Antithon is our counter-planet. Not just geographically. Everything there is inverse. Every decision you make on Earth is played out twice. On Earth and on Antithon. Your counterpart always does the exact opposite…

INTERVIEWER:

(UNDERSTANDING) So going to Antithon means you can turn your life around, go down the roads you chose to ignore…

ZALE:

(GETTING INCREASINGLY MORE PLEADING) Wouldn’t you like to know what would have happened if you’d made different choices? If you’d studied Art instead of Physics, gone to Africa instead of America, if you’d taken up that job offer in Paris, if you’d just kissed that girl… (NORMAL AGAIN) That’s what tonight is about. When I founded the Apostles of Antithon two years ago I started the online timer to give myself a deadline. (PASSIONATELY) It was always my intention to be the first person to get to Antithon.

INTERVIEWER:

To meet your counterpart?

ZALE:

(SHAKES HEAD) To switch places with him.

INTERVIEWER:

Or her?

ZALE:

What?

INTERVIEWER:

Look. It’s a nice story. And you tell it passionately. I can see how you’ve attracted such a following. But tell me, did you actually ever believe this stuff yourself or was it just a way to get famous and make money?

ZALE:

I still believe in it.

INTERVIEWER:

(CONVINCED) No you don’t.

ZALE:

(VERY CALM) I do.

INTERVIEWER:

I don’t believe you!

ZALE:

(STILL VERY CALM) That’s your choice.

INTERVIEWER:

(UNAMUSED) You’re messing with me! The reason you’re here is you don’t want to get in that cannon right? You want us to fake your death?

ZALE:

Can it be done? Do we have enough time?

INTERVIEWER:

(CHUCKLES, STILL SEEMS UNAMUSED) Frankly, you’ve put yourself in a very difficult position.

(THE TICKING SLOWLY STARTS UP AGAIN)

You have eight hours, fourteen minutes and six seconds left.

ZALE:

(PANICKED) Shit shit shit.

INTERVIEWER:

We might be able to help. There’s nothing we like more at Amelia than a challenge. But, given how little time you’ve got and the danger you’ve put yourself into, haven’t you considered, you know, just legging it?

ZALE:

(PLEADING) Where- where would I go? They’d find me!

INTERVIEWER:

Your followers?

ZALE:

My apostles. They’ve poured their heart and soul into this.

INTERVIEWER:

And their money…

ZALE:

(THE TOPIC IS VERY UNCOMFORTABLE FOR HIM) Yes, that too.

INTERVIEWER:

What do you think they’d do?

ZALE:

(HUFFS) I’m supposed to lead the way. Show it can be done. If I chicken out they’ll think it was a scam. They’ll- They’ll feel betrayed. They’ll want revenge.

(QUIETLY, THEN PLEADING AGAIN) I have no choice. I have to get in that cannon. But I don’t want to be shot to Antithon.

INTERVIEWER:

Because it doesn’t exist.

ZALE:

(LOUD) Because my life would be a nightmare there. (CALMER, BUT ONLY FOR A MOMENT BEFORE HE GETS UPSET AGAIN)When I founded Apostles of Antithon my life was a mess. Two divorces, an estranged son, trying to wean myself off a cocaine addiction. (EXASPERATED) I’d hit rock bottom. That’s when Antithon revealed itself to me. All those things I could have done differently! I envied my counterpart on Antithon so much! (MANIC)It drove me crazy!

(DREAMILY)Then I realised: I was the chosen one! Antithon had chosen to reveal itself to me! My destiny was to be the pioneer who leads the way there.

INTERVIEWER:

So you founded Apostles of Antithon and set the timer.

ZALE:

Yes. And it was a hit! I mean, I couldn’t keep up with all the emails. Had to hire a secretary!

INTERVIEWER:

Who wrote to you?

ZALE:

At first it was, you know, people like me. Victims of bad decisions that had led to dead ends.

Then the media got interested. (LAUGHING, SLIGHTLY MANIC AGAIN) They thought I was batshit crazy, but I was good for ratings. My name started trending on Twitter.(INCREASINGLY ENTHUSIASTIC) Courtney Love wore an Antithon T-shirt to the Emmy’s, Lady Gaga mentioned me in a song, Marilyn Manson became a follower. My name started trending on Twitter. They wanted to do a documentary on me, but production could only have started next month, after I’d already been launched to Antithon.

INTERVIEWER:

Well that’s a bummer.

ZALE:

I did lots of interviews though.

INTERVIEWER:

How did it feel to get so much attention?

ZALE:

(LAUGHS) Like I was living someone else’s life! (HIS VOICE INCREASES IN VOLUME AS HE GETS MORE ENTHUSIASTIC AGAIN) Taxis, talkshows, restaurants, hotels, gym membership, a new flat.

INTERVIEWER:

You’ve been living the high life.

ZALE:

(GETTING NERVOUS AND QUIETER AGAIN)Which is the problem.

INTERVIEWER:

(SYMPATHETIC)Life in the fast lane not all it’s cracked up to be huh?

ZALE:

Oh no, it’s fantastic! (SLIGHTLY MANIC AGAIN) My life is wonderful!

Beat.

(PANICKED, ALMOST CRYING)Which means I no longer want to switch with my counterpart.(SHOUTS, ON THE VERGE OF BREAKING DOWN) His life must be hell!

(HE BREAKS DOWN, BEGGING)

Please! Help me! I can’t go to Antithon!

(THE TICKING OF THE TIMER STOPS AGAIN)

INTERVIEWER:

(COMPLETELY SERIOUS) Hm. Time to put metaphysics behind us I think. The only thing that’ll get you out of that cannon alive, is physics.

ZALE:

(RESOLUTE, DETERMINED)Whatever it takes.

INTERVIEWER:

Have you brought the tech specs for the cannon?

ZALE:

(HUMS)Hm-Hm

INTERVIEWER:

Excellent

What length is the barrel?

ZALE:

Um… Let’s see… twenty-four feet.

INTERVIEWER:

Your weight?

ZALE:

A hundred and twenty-six pounds.

INTERVIEWER:

Height?

ZALE:

Five feet eight-point-eleven inches.

INTERVIEWER:

Location for the launch?

ZALE:

Edgworth common.

INTERVIEWER:

(FOCUSED ON HIS TASK)I’ll have to check that on a map.

(INFURIATED TYPING ON A KEYBOARD, FRUSTRATED-INTERVIEWER:-SOUNDS)

ZALE:

(NERVOUS, STUTTERING) Everything alright?

INTERVIEWER:

(DISTRACTED)Computers. Pesky things. Still getting used to- Got it! Edgworth common, Black Bull Pub, cricket ground, Wayoh Reservoir, Blackburn Woods. Hmm.

Eight hours, ten minutes and one second. That means the launch takes place at…

ZALE:

(QUIETLY)Eleven thirty pm.

INTERVIEWER:

(HUMS IN AGREEMENT)We’re going to have to control your flight and limit the distance you’ll be launched. We’ll use gunpowder to make a flash and a bang, but only a small amount and not in the chamber. In place of gunpowder, we’ll use a tank of compressed air. Once it’s burst, it’ll provide the propulsion. (IN THOUGHT) I suggest we let Salvatore operate the cannon. He’s experienced with firearms and nobody will dare get near him.

ZALE:

(NOT UNDERSTANDING A WORD)Uh huh.

INTERVIEWER:

A hundred and twenty-six pounds, five foot eight point eleven inches, that means...

(VERY FAST BUT ALSO VERY CLEAR, NO PAUSE TO TAKE A BREATH) The square of your velocity exiting the barrel is equal to the square of your velocity at the base of the barrel, plus twice the distance you travel along the barrel multiplied by your acceleration. With a final estimated velocity of 66 miles per hour, and an initial velocity of 0 metres per second, and taking into account the length of the barrel which is 7.32 meters; your acceleration comes to… (SCRIBBLING ON PAPER)59.6 metres per second squared. If we raise the barrel 39 degrees, you’ll reach an altitude of 23 metres and cover a distance of 59.05 metres. That will get you safely over Blackburn Woods and allow you to land in Wayoh Reservoir. You’re a good swimmer?

ZALE:

(HESITANT)Good would be stretching it.

INTERVIEWER:

Okay, but you can swim?

ZALE:

Hmmm.

INTERVIEWER:

Joey will be out there in a dinghy, but it might take a while to find you. We can’t pinpoint your landing to the spot. We’ll provide you with a whistle, that should make it easier.

ZALE:

(STILL NERVOUS)And my followers will believe I’m gone?

INTERVIEWER:

By the time their eyes have adjusted from the flash, you’ll be far from sight. It’s the middle of the night, remember. It’ll be pitch black. (MORE TO HIMSELF THAN AT ZALE:) Oh, that reminds me - we better give Joey a good searchlight. (SCRIBBLING ON PAPER)

Now. Have you given some thought to your reincarnation?

ZALE:

(OVERWHELMED, QUIETLY)What?

INTERVIEWER:

Your new life. How and where would you like to come back?

ZALE:

I… I don’t know…

INTERVIEWER:

Once our surgeons are done with you, you’ll barely be recognisable. Even so, you don’t want to risk being found out. So I suggest you go somewhere far away.

ZALE:

(STILL HESITANT)That sounds good.

INTERVIEWER:

You want to go somewhere you can continue living it up. Otherwise what’s the point; right?

ZALE:

(NERVOUS LAUGHTER)Right...

INTERVIEWER:

(GRAVELY)Macedonia.

ZALE:

(QUIETLY, MAYBE FRIGHTENED; HESITANT, HE STAYS THAT WAY FOR NEARLY THE REST OF THE CONVERSATION)Macedonia?

INTERVIEWER:

Very cheap. Your savings would take you a long way there. You’ll be able to live comfortably for a few months until you’ve found your feet and can set up something new.

ZALE:

Where is Macedonia?

INTERVIEWER: (CON’T, IGNORING ZALE:’S QUESTIONS AND REACTIONS AS IF HE WASN’T THERE)

There’s just one problem.

ZALE:

What’s that?

INTERVIEWER:

Amelia is not a charity. Our services come at a cost.

ZALE:

Of course…

INTERVIEWER: (CON’T)

Amelia is expensive. We’re the best in the business.

ZALE:

Okay…

INTERVIEWER: (CON’T)

But after you’ve paid us, you’ll be too broke even for Macedonia.

That would mean starting from scratch, a life of poverty. And that’s exactly what you want to escape from. So that would be kind of ironic wouldn’t it?

ZALE:

Um… yeah.

INTERVIEWER:

So, you’re in a bit of a bind.

ZALE:

Yes.

INTERVIEWER:

Luckily I have a solution.

ZALE:

Yes?

INTERVIEWER:

Has it struck you that there’s a certain overlap between Amelia and Antithon? People are attracted to Antithon because of the idea of starting afresh. At Amelia that’s what we offer. We help people who’ve reached a dead end to transition from this life to another.

ZALE:

I suppose…

INTERVIEWER: (CON’T, STILL IGNORING ALL ZALE: SAYS)

You said you have some high profile followers? Musicians and celebrities?

ZALE:

That’s true.(QUICKLY) You’d be surprised!

INTERVIEWER:

I want the names of everyone who’s contacted you. I want access to their emails. I want all the information you’ve got on your fans and followers. At Amelia we’re always looking to get our number into the hands of interesting and influential people. Give me your network and your disappearance is on the house.

ZALE:

Well I guess I… (STOPS)Hang on a minute!

INTERVIEWER:

What?

ZALE:

(UPSET)How do I know you’ll do what you say? You might just blow me to pieces! Who would know?

INTERVIEWER:

(UNIMPRESSED)Hmm.

ZALE:

Prove that you won’t do that!

(Pause)

INTERVIEWER:

I can’t.

ZALE:

(SOBER)So how can I be sure?

INTERVIEWER:

(CHUCKLING WHILE HE TALKS)You can’t. You need faith.

ZALE:

Faith…

(THE TIMER STARTS UP AGAIN)

INTERVIEWER:

Eight hours, five minutes and eight seconds.

Beat.

You know, you can torture yourself with doubt, or you can start looking forward to your new life in Macedonia.

PAUSE

Do you like champagne?

ZALE:

Sorry?

INTERVIEWER:

I hear the champagne in the Balkans is intolerable. Better have a glass now before you leave. What do you say?

ZALE:

I could do with a drink…

INTERVIEWER:

Excellent.(CLICK OF A KEY, MAYBE ON A PHONE) Salvatore! Bring us a bottle of our finest Veuve Clicquot please!

(DIRECTED AT ZALE: AGAIN, WITH A SMILE IN HIS VOICE)You’re making the right choice. Trust me.

DOOR OPENS WITH A SQUEAL AND SALVATORE WALKS IN

Ah, lovely! Salvatore, would you mind opening it? You know what happened last time.

SOUND OF THE FOIL AROUND THE CORK BEING REMOVED. THE TIMER STILL TICKS IN THE BACKGROUND

(SAVORING THE SOUND OF THE NAME LIKE HE DID IN THE BEGINNING)ZALE: Indigo Ravenheart. Congratulations! A new life awaits!

CHAMPAGNE CORK IS POPPED WHILE THE TIMER STOPS. IS THE SOUND JUST THE CORK, OR MAYBE A CANNON, OR A GUN?

OUTRO

The Amelia Project is produced by Imploding Fictions, in Association with open house theater- (SOUND OF STATIC OR HIGH VOLTAGE ELECTRICITY INTERRUPTING THE CREDITS AND DISTORTING THE MUSIC, LIKE A RADIO THAT IS NOT YET ON THE RIGHT WAVELENGTH)

EPILOGUE

A DOOR OPENS WITH A SQUEAK AND IS CLOSED AGAIN WITH A CLICK

ZALE:

Welcome!

INTERVIEWER:

(NERVOUSLY)Could you draw the curtains? It’s just…

ZALE:

Most certainly.

(SOUND OF THE CURTAINS BEING DRAWN)

INTERVIEWER:

Nobody is allowed to know I’m here. I don’t have much time. What I want is probably impossible.

ZALE:

(SLIGHT RESOUND OF HIS VOICE, SLIGHTLY WARPED)“Without faith nothing is possible. With it nothing is impossible.”

INTERVIEWER:

Faith?

ZALE:

Relax, make yourself comfortable, grab a chair.

OUTRO THEME MUSIC, PLAYING SIMULTANEOUSLY WITH THE

CREDITS

The Amelia Project was produced neither by Imploding Fictions, nor Open House Theater Vienna. It didn’t feature Alan Burgeon as the INTERVIEWER:, nor did it feature Dave Muskin as ZALE:. You didn’t hear Julia Morizawa on the Answerphone, it was neither written, nor edited by Philip Thorne, and wasn’t directed by Philip Thorne or Oystein Brager. Music and Sound design not by Fredrik Baden, no graphic design by Anders Pedersen and Julia C. Thorne did not help with production coordination. This episode wasn’t recorded at Tongeber-Studios and Gabriel Geber had nothing to do with it.

OUTRO

ØYSTEIN

Hello. I’m Philip.

PHILIP

And I’m Øystein

ØYSTEIN

And together we write and produce the Amelia Project.

PHILIP

Want to know more about the apostles of Antithon?

ØYSTEIN

Do you want to know what happens to ZALE: when he is fired out of that cannon?

PHILIP

Well, by supporting us on Patreon you can help us make this show and you can get your hands on Mr. Ravenheart’s top-secret casefile, and listen to one of his Sermons.

ØYSTEIN

More information about all this on ameliapodcast.com. Thank you for listening! See you soon for episode three.

END OF EPISODE