Who cares? Ponkin cares! He cares about Egritte, and he cares about his friend Dick. Sometimes though, it's all too much for him... (Knife sharpening) Ponkin: When I die, fuck it, I want go to hell. Cause I’m a piece of shit, it ain’t hard to fucking tell. (Shing of blade) Ponkin: Tell me you don’t want to do it, for a week. Won’t tell me the truth. Just lyin’. Up on another you are. You’ll be sorry you ever met me… I am a prisoner, locked up behind your bars. I’ve just boarded a plane without a pilot. Another few hours and I’ll be unknown. Give all my things to all my friends. You’ll never step foot in my room again. You can close it off, board it up. I look inside myself and see my heart is black. I see my red door and must have it painted black. Maybe then I’ll fade away and not have to face the facts. It’s not easy facing up when your whole world is black. Everywhere I look someone dies. Wonder when it’s my turn. You made me feel like a superhero. Now all I feel is as I am, a nobody. What have you become, my sweetest friend. Everyone I know goes away in the end. (Crow crows) Ponkin: Guess you’re driving fast and I just move too slow. There’s a black crow sitting across from me. His wiry legs are crossed. He’s laughing at me. He spits out his curse. It’s the start of the day. All I hear… She must pay. She must pay. She must pay! Argh! (Shing of blade) Ponkin: Ah fuck, I cut me finger! Ah, ah! Water, where’s the plasters? I’m fuckin’ mad now! Niklas: Ja, he’s for sure under a little pressure, ach ist sturm und drang. It’s natural in the circumstances. Just make sure you report the important parts. Cottle: No problem. So, if you guys are doing the fundraiser Thursday, I thought I’d use the opportunity to ask if I can honour Dick with a presentation about his life and his, eh, his bravery. Niklas: Oh ja! Because of the AIDS! Ja, that’s why we gave him this job. Why not now anyway ah? Let’s go out in style! Cottle: Go out in style? Niklas: Ja. Because it’s all going to ‘shite’ as you people say. Cottle: Excuse me? Niklas: Well, Cottle Fardell, off the record yes, and I’ll give you first release. Cottle: Yeah, you have a scoop for me? Niklas: Ja. But you must report it only after our fundraiser. Cottle: Ok, spill it. Heh, you’re good at that. Niklas: What? Oh, haahaha! That’s good, ‘spill it’, I like that. No, it’s really a going away party on Thursday. Cottle: What do you mean? Niklas: Exactly that. Falconhorst Chemical is shedding more than 12 per cent of its Irish workforce with the decision to close its facility in Mount Eidel. We’ll tell the staff Friday that we’ll cease operations immediately with the loss of all 142 jobs! Cottle: Fuck me. Ooh, secrets! Lots of under-counter, behind-the-scenes graft going on. It's Mount Pheasant II of course! And Amplevoicepod's outrageously entertaining audio adventure continues. If you came at this one first and yer a little lost, well, it DOES say it's the 4th of 5 episodes... So go on, shake your head in shame and go start at the story's beginning with 01/05 - "Shameless"... It's worth it, believe me. Amplevoicepod, we do podcasting right. HD audio, immersive full foley ear-films. We put our backs into delivering to your ears. We educate, inform and most intentionally alarm.