Copito - Chapter 02

Paris, France. 1968 CO.PI.T.O. Files Smoking with Pete Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. Welcome to a new telecast of ‘Smoking with Pete’. Tonight we’re smoking cigarettes with high Bavarian tar content. Welcome to the Optional TV Parainformative Command’s web page. Copito! The first phase of our action plan will be launched from here. We will unveil great secrets that have until now remained hidden under seven locks in the arches of the darkest TV top dogs. We will disclose what the television put aside, so that the spectator decides what’s worth watching. Like in an all-you-can-eat restaurant, we’ll display all the dishes for each to choose his own meal, without anyone to tell what to eat. Here’s the question: Until today, you didn’t know about the existence of a great amount of TV programmes which were never before broadcasted. Were they gross rubbish? Nobody wanted them and so they were filed away? They threatened the established order? Is it only excuses? Lies? Sacco? Or Vanzetti? We strive against the current Like the salmon, We climb to the top Like the goat, We fear not Hercules, Nor Samson, For we stand loyal to Co.PI.T.O.’s oath. Backed by a worldwide collaborators’ net we have trespassed the forbidden gates of television studios to get hold of the material we are making available to you, our fervent followers. Though chased we may be, though run away we must and for ever hide, our mission will not cease. And there where a lie is revealed, where a mask is falling down, or a secret is unveiled, somebody will raise his eyes to the horizon... and fill the sky with the avenging shout... Copito! Clothes, clothes... Remember, here we’ll stand, firm and ready after the truth. Copito! Fabulous… Ah, a perfect bouquet! And that’s all for tonight, my dear friends. We’ll be back next week with a new broadcast of ‘Smoking with Pete’, to smoke a cigarette that’s 100% nicotine, and no tobacco. Good night.