Does anyone know where I can find transcripts for the Rachel Blake videos? I can't watch them at work, but I'd like to be able to keep up with the game...and I'm a little behind. Any help would be great!
Text: Rachel Blake, Post 001, Copenhagen. Its going on right in front of us. All we have to do, is open our eyes.
If you're watching this, if you found this, chances are you already know whats going on. But if you don't...
So yeah, my blog says that I'm on vacation but thats just a cover-story. The real reason I'm in Denmark, in Copenhagen, is the Hanso Foundation. You see, they have this slogan, "reaching out to a better tomorrow", but its all a lie! For a long time they've been doing things, things that need to be exposed. And now, its worse. The fuse is about to be lit. For what, I don't know but its big! And since you've been curious enough to come this far, I'm gonna lean on you to help me find out.
Now, thanks to the work of 'Persephone', who hacked the Hanso Foundation website before they shut it down, here's what we do know. One, they say that they're helping humanity, but the evidence says that the Hanso Foundation will pursue its science at any cost - even human life. Worse, they're in bed with the Global Welfare Consortium - you know, the people keeping us all safe from disease. I'm sorry if these big names are confusing, but that haze is how people like them get away with stuff like 'Joop the age old Orangatang'. (Cuts out briefly).
And two, the Hanso spot had this programme called the DHARMA initiative - super top secret. Now get this, all those scientists, they just disappeared - no one's seen or heard from them in thirty....(answers a phone call which seems to be dead)...hello?
And three, speaking of disappearing acts, Alvar Hanso, head of the whole outfit - he's missing! And by missing I mean missing! But that doesn't mean that he is not accountable for his actions. Now, the man running the show in Alvar's 'absence' is this doctor Thomas Werner Mittlewerk. Here's what we know about Mittlewerk - he calls himself a doctor but a doctor of what? I dug for any evidence of this guy getting a doctorate from every industrialised nation in the world and guess what, zippo. This guy is a total shadow-figure. Who is he? What is he trying to do? Thats what I'm here to find out.
Now the fun part, here. We've got mics, we've got...(inaudible), we have wigs, and caps, and we even have - check it out - glasses cam. Just like Alias.
You're probably wondering, what am I thinking going to all this trouble to hide my identity if I'm just going to show my face and use my real name. The fact is, whatever Hanso, Mittlewerk, and these guys are hiding they believe in it. They've dedicated their lives to it and they will go to any length to protect it. Chances are they already know who I am. And if they know the face thats gonna take them down, you should too. Just promise me this, if they...if they get to me, promise me that you won't let the Hanso Foundation's crimes go unpunished, because they might be able to stop me, but they can't stop a hundred of me, or a thousand. So let's rock, shall we?
Text: Rachel Blake, Post 002, Copenhagen.
(Int. Jeep; outside an unidentified building - Day)
I've been on Mittelwerk for days now getting down his routine. Everyday it's the same. He gets up, hops in his electric car, and takes breakfast at this vegan spot down the road. Now, don't be fooled. He may present himself as some sort of low impact guy who's this paragon of clean and renewable hippie virtue. But he's the only hippie I've ever known to bioengineer and hold captive a 105 year old monkey.
*scoff* Anyhoo- (fast forward)
-restaurant. Mittelwerk always sits at this same table, never dines alone. This parade of guys in suits come in. Each sits down for a few moments before making way for the next. What's going on that they need to meet here? After that, it's on to the Hanso Foundation for the rest of the day. But today was different. Mittelwerk cut his breakfast short, rushed out agitated, and he spent the rest of the day here.
I don't know what this building is, (puts on a red cap) but I'm going to find out.
Over black: Sounds: Car door opens, shuts, walking, horns honking.
(Rachel holds out a blank pizza box.) Want some? Mm. I went in claiming someone had ordered a pizza (cut). And then the receptionist went through this door labeled: Archive.
While she was gone, I found somekind of sign in sheet for a shipping company: The Allied Copenhagen Marine Merchants. Mittelwerk's name was right on there. Surprise, surprise, the receptionist came back, "nobody had ordered a pizza". I tried to go in anyways, but she said it was "personnel only". Sense when is Mittelwerk personnel of a shipping company? (Rachel takes out a pair of binoculars and looks out the jeep) He has been in there for seven hours. What is he looking for? Ugh, I gotta get in there!
There's been this dodgy looking guy; he's gone by like three or four times delivering boxes into the archives. Maybe he's the way in?
Now I put it on you guys. If any of this trips your wires, light up my blog. Keep your eyes peeled for updates. Until then, keep on truckin'.
No Video for three
No Video for four
You know that feeling? It’s a thousand piece jigsaw puzzle. You know it, the piece you’re holding has to slide in right there, but no matter what you do it just won’t fit – wish I felt half that good.
Rachel here. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t feel frustrated. I mean, if this isn’t a vacation why do I feel like a sightseer. And are we any closer to finding Alvar Hanso? Why does one of the world’s most powerful billionaires run and hide? Can a person like that even care what happens to the rest of us? And as for the man holding the reigns, do we at the very least even know part of Mittlewerk’s gameplan? Best I can tell, they’re taking a new ship on an old route, but why, to find what? And what is it about this ship’s design that makes it so special? At this point, I can’t help but feeling that they’re gonna get away with whatever they’re trying to do, and that can’t happen. Following these guys around may be risky, but that isn’t enough anymore. I don’t feel like I’m going to get anywhere without taking some real action. Anything less, is giving up.
He’s gotten out of the car, I’m going to follow.
OK, Mittlewerk’s gone in there, the Copenhagen Cardographical Society. Guess we wait.
There he is, look he didn’t have that portfolio when he went in. If I get killed, its been nice knowing you… (walks into him)
RB: Why don’t you watch where the hell you’re going huh.
TM: I’m sorry.
RB: You plowed right the hell into me, you damn well better be sorry.
RB: Oh look at, get up, look at my acrylic, look at what you
did to my nail!
TM: What are you doing?
RB: Oh I’m sorry, let me help you with that ok.
TM: No that will be quite enough.
RB: Ow, get off me.
TM: Do I kno…
Bodyguard: Sir, are you alright?
TM: I’m fine.
Bodyguard: You can be on your way Miss.
There you have it, I survived a head-on collision with Thomas Werner Mittlewerk – he smells like pine trees by the way. Now, I was able to pull at not so blurry frame from the video. Looks like Mittlewerk’s cartographer prepared a map of an island, all the names had been blurred out, the numbers, the scale, but we do have a shape. Beyond that, not much else. So we have Danish shipping archives, a secret boat, and this map. Not at all what I expected but why would it be. Its on you guys now, you point I go. May the force be with you.
Guys, we’ve got a problem. Mittlewerk and his Hanso Foundation cronies are officially off the gird, running to who knows where. I mean, I guess on the one hand I should be pretty happy, maybe that little street bumping incident spooked the good Doc, he’s accelerating things, cause he knows that we’re onto him, that we’re gonna get him. On the other hand, he’s gone, and I don’t have the funds or the time to buy a ticket to the wrong city. Maybe the answer’s in the facts. OK, just think. I’m in Copenhagen. I know that the number 2 officer at the Hanso Foundation, Thomas Werner Mittlewerk, is investigating the Hanso family shipping history, which just happens to involve the slave trade. I also know that another officer at the Hanso Foundation, Hugh McIntyre, is having an affair with someone from the Global Welfare Consortium. Now, seeing as the GWC is supposed to keep the Hanso Foundation’s of the world on the up and up, this is sort of like the Environmental Protection Agency sleeping with Exxon. And finally, a man named Mr.Paik has built a ship for the Hanso Foundation, which could relate to Mittlewerk’s investigation of an island by the Equator.
I don’t know. I just…Maybe I spooked Mittlewerk just a little bit too hard, I mean yeah I’ve learnt a lot but I don’t know where to jump to next (more inaudible noise in the background), I don’t even know where it all connects. I don’t even know if it connects to Hanso himself, I mean I guess maybe I should be grateful that I’m alive but alive is not giving us answers and we want answers don’t we! (rattling at the hotel door, Rachel goes to the peephole then hides in the next room. A man enters wearing a suit, the bodyguard from Post 005. He looks through Rachel’s stuff, then answers the phone).
Of course I’m working.
OK, which institute?
Well if you need me I’ll gladly be there when I…
You hire me to fix things.
It’ll be fixed.
When I’m finished here!
(he moves to search other areas of the room, and when he turns his back on her hiding place, Rachel jumps out and hits him with an iron. After hitting him again, she grabs as much as she can and runs out of the room with the camera still on, whilst the man lies murmuring).
Well I guess maybe I’m onto something! (she turns camera off)