Surveillance audio, bunkroom.
Transcribed by Project Abraham staffer, 11/16/50
[SOUND OF SNORING, MOVEMENT]
OSTER: Shut up, you sissy - shut your filthy mouth!
HALE: Oster! Wake up ! Oster!
OSTER: What? What's your problem?
HALE: You were talking in your sleep again. What gives?
OSTER: None of your damn concern, Hale.
HALE: Well, you're keeping me awake, so it's my concern now.
OSTER: Just a bad dream, is all.
HALE: Yeah, I figured that part out.
OSTER: See, I used to bust up protest rallies and there was
this one guy - I roughed him up pretty good. You shoulda
seen him - one of my finer moments. I gotta say.
HALE: Then, why do you have nightmares about it?
OSTER: He was jabbering on about the military monster, or
some BS. He just wouldn't shut his trap. Even after I
cuffed him and handed him to the locals, he kept on
OSTER (CONT'D): Stuff I didn't wanna hear. Paris,
conspiracies, trash about President Grace, just all of it,
blurring up in my head. I started punching him. I
HALE: Even after he was handcuffed?
OSTER: It was all I could do, all right? He wouldn't shut
up! Finally, the locals pulled me off. He lived, but it
want's pretty. Name was Elden. Elden Stockmeyer. Stupid
HALE: This was in Iowa?
OSTER: No, Florida. Now, if you'll leave me the hell alone,
I'd like to get some sleep.
HALE: Same here, so keep the volume down on your little
trip down memory lane, OK?
OSTER: I shouldn't have been picked.