FOR CONTEXT THIS IS THE SCENE FROM THE SCRIPT 
ALL lines for this role are black in bold.
VO Only- No need to use SFX. But of course if you feel creative you can do another edited version :) 


[Diego fired the laser cannon and destroyed one of the fighters]

[Quick transition to alien fighter pilot seconds before getting blown up.]

[How To Pronounce Tchaikovsky -> Chai-kof-skee]

Alien Pilot: Varick!?

Radio Response: Tchaikovsky, I read you.

Alien Pilot: Varick, I fear my first battle will take my life... *(Sigh)* My wife!

Radio Response: Tchaikovsky, we spoke about this, you are sat in a chamber controlling a fighter pilot clone...

Alien Pilot: It feels so real, how do I know I am not really here?

[SFX]An alarm signalling the fighter has been targeted[SFX]Radio Static in and out words[SFX]

Radio Response: Tchaikovsky?...

Alien Pilot: What if you are lying to me so I have no fear... Maybe this is how you get everyone to step in line during war.

Radio Response: Tchaikovsky?...Are you there? What is that noise!? Do you read me?

Alien Pilot: Loud and clear Varick- it's an alarm... I'm... being targeted...

Radio Response: Kovsky! Listen to me! Remember your training! Remember- No fear- you are here!

Alien Pilot: Here it comes brother! Tell my wife and children...

[SFX Fumbling as missile reaches closer SFX]

Radio Response: Tell them what! I'm recording your message now...

Alien Pilot: Oh yeah! Tell my poor children... Argh! Errr! I just shit my pants! I can see the missile it's... Explosion SFX, Dead radio SFX...

Radio Response: (*Message Recorded*SFX)

[Quick transition to a future event]

SFX Knocking on door.

Varick: Mr's Kovsky?

Mr's Kovsky: Yeees? What is it?

...

Varick: It's your husband...

Mr's Kovsky: Oh no! Is he...

Varick: I'm sorry Mr's Kovsky...

Mr's Kovsky: Oh...Oh no! (*Sobbing*)

Varick: He wanted me to pass his final message on... To you.

Mr's Kovsky: This is so surreal.

Varick: Here... I recorded it for you.  

(*Varick plays the recording "Tell them what! I'm recording your message now... Oh yeah! Tell my poor children... Argh! I just shit my pants! I can see the missile it's...

The recording CONT (*Explosion SFX, Dead radio SFX...*)

Mr's Kovsky: Oh my... What will I do... The children!? I have needs.

Varick: Not to worry, I promised to take his role and take care of his family. He wanted me to and... I'm sure if you look in your heart, you will see it's right.

Mr's Kovsky: Oh... I don't know... I do have my needs...

Varick: You do and I can provide.

Mr's Kovsky: Oh I'll do it. Please do come in... Children! Come meet your new father...

Varick: Really!? I can't believe that worked!

Mr's Kovsky: This is your father, say hello then!

Varick: Wha! 1 2 3... 6... You have 7 Children?

Mr's Kovsky: 7 here, 4 at school and 1 at work.

Varick: Ohhhh aruaaa- Okay-  I'm going to need a drink!

[Quick transition to alien fighter pilot seconds before getting blown up ends- transition back.]

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