Chapter Text
Aftermath
Murkoff Minutes
1960.04.24
MURKOFF CORP
COPY
TRANSCRIPTION FROM TAPE OF CONFERENCE BETWEEN A. BRADLEY AVELLANOS, MOSES SCARFIOTTI AND H.J. EASTERMAN
EDITED FOR CLARITY
[Minutes 12-14]
SCARFIOTTI: This is a joke.
EASTERMAN: How so?
SCARFIOTTI: Giving control to the Reagent population is idiotic. They've already seen the cracks in the illusion, and now you want the rest of the rats to bumble around their maze until they dig deeper and find even more?
EASTERMAN: They aren't rats. They're moles, blind to the world outside, and they'll stay under my thumb if they know what's good for them. Let them dig. They'll only save us the effort of digging their graves for them. It's only a matter of time. Just like her.
SCARFIOTTI: And if we hadn't found her in time? This Amelia woman nearly ruined everything we've put into this project—
EASTERMAN: She was a lesson. For all of us. Me, you, the Reagents...
SCARFIOTTI: Me? You're trying to blame me?
AVELLANOS: Easy, Moses...
SCARFIOTTI: This is ridiculous!
EASTERMAN: If there's cracks in the walls, it's your job to patch them.
SCARFIOTTI: And I will. But I'm not going to sit here and allow you to deflect blame onto me. I only found out about this rat situation four days ago. All of you knew, and you didn't even think to tell me about it. Me, the person who built the rat traps in the first place! How the hell am I supposed to fix this shit when you keep sweeping it under the rug behind my back?
EASTERMAN: It wasn't an appropriate time, between the leaks and our dirty little rat hiding in the walls. Someone’s been squealing.
SCARFIOTTI: And it clearly wasn't me. So much for minimizing damages. You let hundreds of Reagents escape under your watch. Hundreds!
EASTERMAN: This is on Perry. And unless you want to bear some of that burden when I have my discussion with the board, I would choose my next words carefully.
(Scuffling, muffled speech)
EASTERMAN: (Inaudible)... Are you finished yet?
SCARFIOTTI: (Muffled)
EASTERMAN: Say that again.
(Scuffling, shouting, physical altercation.)
AVELLANOS: Hey, hey! Both of you, cut it out!
SCARFIOTTI: I'm not doing this shit right now.
(Note: door slams in distance)
AVELLANOS: Hey, are you okay?
(several seconds of silence, panting)
EASTERMAN: I will be.