The first episode of the Freeman's Mind series.
The neurotic physicist Gordan Freeman arrives to the Black Mesa facility late on a tram.
Freeman: Ah geez, I'm running late!
[the camera reveals Freeman is in an empty tram traveling through the Black Mesa facility as a female intercom announcer talks in the background]
Freeman: Who said that? Oh, it's the intercom.
[Freeman's tram drives past an unfortunate guard who is banging on a locked door.]
Freeman: Ah, I'm the the only one who's late. SUCKER! Heh heh.
Intercom: The time is 8:47 AM.
Freeman: Shit. I didn't know I was that late! Oh man. 8:47. I am so dead. Shit. I need a watch. I'm already on probation with the company. They could fire me. Oh well. What can you do?
Intercom: If your destination is a high security....
Freeman: High security...
[Freeman scans the room, looking at a robot arm fix generators.]
Freeman: Am I in the right train?
[Freeman sees a large missile being worked on.]
Freeman: Oh! What's this? Wha-? Yeah, high security. That's why we leave armed missiles lying around for everyone to check out. It's a part of the tour.
Intercom: Due to the high toxicity of the material routinely handled at the Black Mesa compound, no smoking, eating, or drinking are permitted.
Freeman: Fascist! Yeah, whatever, I'll drink a 40 ounce up here if I feel like it!
Intercom: Please keep your limbs inside the train at all times.
Freeman: Yeah, well, I'll stick my arms out the window if I-
[Freeman sees the wall next to him, which are metal pillars and tough dirt walls very close to the tram's window.]
Freeman: Okay, maybe not.
[Freeman spots a scientist fleeing from a military helicopter.]
Freeman: Hey, what's goin' on there? I should've been a pilot.
Intercom: Please stay away from electrified rails-
Intercom: -and precede to an emergency station until assistance arrives.
Freeman: Wow. Man, how dumb would you have to be? I mean, they're not gonna say stuff like that if someone's already tried to do it, right? I guess if I was drunk enough I might climb out of the window here and pull some hang-time on the electrified train rail. That kinda reminds me of that squirrel got caught between the power-lines one day back at MIT. The thing caught on fire and got fused to the wires, which caused a transformer to blow up and knock out the power all of the campus. That squirrel must've cost the university at least 10,000 dollars. That was a good day.
Intercom: A reminder that the Black Mesa hazard course decathlon-
Freeman: Oh man!
Intercom: Will comence this evening at 1900 hours.
Freeman: I forgot about that. I need to practice.
Intercom: Remember; more lives than your own may depend on your fitness.
Freeman: What? We're physicists.
Intercom: Do you have a friend or relative who would make a valuable addition to the Black Mesa team.
Freeman: I don't believe in friends.
[Freeman sees a giant spider-like robot carrying a large crate.]
Freeman: Oh cool, a robot! Robots are the only friends I need. Man, look at that thing! Looks like a giant worker ant. Man, robots rule. Numatics rule! That's awesome. Man, they're still talking about hiring? I guess my cousin Jesse needs a job. If only he wasn't a sex offender. It would be so much easier to find something for him.
Intercom: A reminder to all Black Mesa personnel. Regular radiation and bio-hazard screenings are a requirement of continued employment at the Black Mesa facility.
Freeman: Ugh, don't remind me.
[Freeman sees another spider robot walking right towards his tram.]
Freeman: Whoa! WE'RE GONNA CRASH!
[The tram stops and let's the robot pass.]
Freeman: Oh, good, it stopped.
[Freeman sees another tram, accompanied by the G-Man ominously staring at him.]
Freeman: What are you looking at?
[Under him, Freeman sees a sea of radiative goo made from a silo leak.]
Freeman: Hey, what's that green crap? What is this? Jesus Christ, look at this place! This is a disaster! That's gotta be toxic. God, the EPA is gonna tear us apart if they find out about that! Well, I'm not saying anything. I don't wanna get called into court as a witness on this thing after the cat's outta the bag.
[The tram finally comes to a halt near an access station where a security guard approaches. Freeman tries to get out of the motionless tram, but it is locked.]
Guard: Mornin', mister Freeman! Looks like you're running late.
Freeman: Yeah, you know what? I don't even care anymore. By the time I get suited up, I'm gonna be over an hour late. I figure I'm either fired, or I'm not.
[Freeman steps out of the tram and follows the guard before looking back.]
Freeman: Is someone following me? Okay, good. Yeah, I'm just gonna stroll in there like I own the damned place. Take my time, maybe get some donuts. If I'm fired, I could probably jack some office supplies or computer equipment or something on the way out. I could just stuff things in a big duffel bag, nobody's gonna notice. Huh, you know, Steve's never in his cubicle. I could just walk right up and take his laptop. Hell. I could grab that colored laser printer from the counter. That thing's nice. That's gotta be worth a couple grand right there. Huh. I wonder if it could print money?
[Freeman walks his way into the facility before the camera fades to black.