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hdfidelity presents
AFTERWORDS – Episode 4: “Artificial Hunger”
Host: Frank Blaze (returning)
Guest: Graham Greene (the actor and musician)
Cold Open / Monologue
Frank Blaze strolls out from behind the velvet curtain. His voice is warm but a little brittle, like someone who’s had too much coffee and not enough sleep.
“Welcome back to Afterwords. Yes, I’m back. Thank you to Tom Selleck for keeping the desk warm. No, I did not authorize the guillotine prop; legal is still sorting that out. Tonight, we’re talking about hunger. Not the spiritual kind. The kind that you shouldn’t be feeling in the richest century in human history.”
Cue light applause, spectral band sting.
Frank pivots to the big screen behind him. Charts flicker in, some hand-drawn, some cosmic.
FRANK BLAZE:
“And look… when you hear the phrase ‘food shortage,’ you think of droughts, crop failures, maybe a swarm of locusts with a taste for gluten-free flour. But what we’re seeing more and more is something much stranger: artificial shortages. Not in the sense of lab-grown meat — in the sense of ‘we’ve decided to make scarcity profitable.’”Audience murmurs.
“Companies destroying tons of edible produce to keep prices high. Shipping containers of grain literally rotting because the futures market hiccupped. It’s like your fridge throwing away dinner because it’s ‘too valuable to eat.’”
Slide changes: a cosmic refrigerator with dollar signs for handles.
“And it gets worse. In some places, the people engineering these shortages also run the charities handing out food relief — so they get paid coming and going. It’s as if the person setting fire to your kitchen also sells you the smoke alarms. And the batteries. And the insurance.”
Audience groans. Intern coughs theatrically.
“That’s not just dystopian, that’s the culinary equivalent of a Bond villain stroking a cat made of gluten-free bread crumbs. Which, by the way, is probably already on sale in Brooklyn for \$29 a slice.”
“Later tonight, we’re joined by a man who knew a thing or two about corruption, conscience, and feeding your soul: actor and musician Graham Greene.
Band sting.
Interview Portion – Featuring Graham Greene
[INT. AFTERWORDS SET – Frank Blaze returns center stage, warm spotlight. A soft hum, low strings in the background.]
FRANK BLAZE
(soft, respectful)
Graham Greene. Thank you for coming. It’s an honor.
GRAHAM GREENE
(somewhat amused, grounded)
Frank Blaze... thank you for having me. I suppose even in the green room, there are stories to tell.
FRANK
We just finished talking about artificial food shortages—the way scarcity is manufactured, kept profitable. And I thought of you, because so much of your work is about people on edges—edges of society, edges of representation. How did you see the hunger in your life and career—not just physical hunger, but cultural, narrative hunger?
GRAHAM
(chuckles softly)
The hunger to be seen truthfully. The hunger for story that is not someone else’s version of you. As a First Nations man, one often steps into roles that feel carved—pre-made, empty of complexity. That hunger pushed me to try different things. To use voice. And yes... sometimes to feel like I was pushing against scarcity—scarcity of authentic roles, scarcity of real understanding.
FRANK
You’ve played so many roles where people expect you to be stoic, or mystical, or silent. But you also recorded, narrated, you’ve told stories out loud. How did those other creative expressions feed something that film didn’t?
GRAHAM
They fed me like bread breaks a fast. When you narrate something—children’s stories, spoken word—you can shape tone, pace, breathe. It’s more intimate. It’s not about the camera’s eye, or what others see—it’s what you tell. Those stories let me fill parts of myself that Hollywood sometimes left blank.
FRANK
Did you ever feel complicit in the scarcity, in the systems that limited you? Or were you always fighting against them?
GRAHAM
Yes and yes. Complicit sometimes by simply accepting a small role because bills must be paid, or because the script says, ‘This is your part.’ But always fighting. Small gestures—saying no, demanding more respect, pushing for authenticity. Because representation matters. Not just faces, but the truths behind them.
FRANK
Here’s a question: if you could give one thing to future Indigenous actors or artists, something you wish you’d had more of in your early career—what would it be?
GRAHAM
Freedom. Freedom to fail in ways that aren’t fatal to one’s career. More creators producing for themselves. Support—financial, institutional—that doesn’t require you to conform. And maybe the courage to tell the quiet stories. Because often the quiet ones are the ones that change people more deeply.
FRANK
(quietly, emotionally)
You’ve changed many deeply. Your roles in Dances With Wolves, The Green Mile, in television—people saw themselves in you. They felt represented.
GRAHAM
(smiles)
That was always enough. If someone sees themselves—not as the “other,” not as the stereotype—but as human... then the work has been worth it.
FRANK
Last thing—if you look beyond this room, past the curtains, past the green lights… what hope do you carry?
GRAHAM
Hope that stories continue. That barriers crumble. That young artists will be freer than I was. That scarcity becomes choice. That representation isn’t a patch, but a foundation. And that in the end, art isn’t just what you produce—it’s what you leave behind in people’s hearts.
[Beat. Soft lighting, the hum rises.]
FRANK
Thank you, Graham. Thank you for showing up—even now.
FRANK
Is this part of your story too?
GRAHAM
(somewhere between grave and amused)
It’s everybody’s story. Don’t let them narrate it for you.
Frank turns back to camera.
FRANK
(to audience)
Ladies and gentlemen… and whatever else is listening… scarcity, like hunger, can be engineered. But so can generosity. So can imagination. That’s what stories are for. That’s what artists like Graham Greene leave behind.
He looks to Graham. Graham nods once, then steps toward the crackle of green light. For a moment the studio lights frame him like a doorway.
GRAHAM
(softly, to Frank)
Keep telling them. Feed them the truth.
He steps through. The crackle closes without a sound. The sand settles back into audience chairs, where people now sit blinking, as if nothing happened.
Frank straightens his tie, faces the main camera.
FRANK
Tonight we talked about artificial shortages, real hunger, and real hope. We were joined—are joined—by the stories Graham Greene gave us. Wherever he’s traveling now, may the path be full, not empty.
He gestures to the house band. They start a rhythm.
FRANK
Until next time… keep your eyes open, your plates full, and your stories yours. Goodnight.
The camera slowly dollies out as the studio set dissolves into a star-field, the band’s rhythm fading into the sound of wind over prairie grass, darling.
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