Schenle Laboratories, producer of penicillin Schenle and Schenle Pharmaceuticals, presents the Angkor Theatre. The Angkor Theatre play tonight, White Angel. Our star is Virginia Bruce. Tonight, Schenle Laboratories presents another in a new series of great dramatic programs. Some of our stories are fact. The struggles and accomplishments of great men of medicine. Others are fiction. Stories of devotion to an ideal. Individual heroism or courage. By these programs, Schenle Laboratories would remind you that medical science and progress is not cold in personal research or pages of statistics, but a warm human story told in living terms, whether it's the life of one of medicine's immortals or the everyday record of service rendered by your own position. White Angel, starring Virginia Bruce as Florence Nightingale. In here in the library, Mother. Father, how can you go to dinner parties with all these terrible problems in the hospitals? Florence, you haven't been reading those reports I brought home? Yes, I have. Father, what's the cause of these appalling conditions? Well, for one thing, it seems to be impossible to get enough nurses. Now, Florence, we all know that there are aspects of life that we must all regret. Fortunately, we don't have to encounter them. Now, run up and change your dress, dear. We're going to be terribly late. Mother, there's a tragedy on every one of those pages. People are dying for lack of care. Haven't you any imagination? Doesn't it call on you for service and help? I'm only thankful, Florence, that I lead a well-ordered life in pleasant places and with beautiful associations. But, Mother... Florence, dear, I can't see why you should let yourself become upset. I'm sure that your father will do everything in his power to improve matters. You'll forget all about this as soon as you're married to Charles. But I'm not going to marry Charles. It's out of the question.  Things will look differently in the morning. I'm never going to marry anyone. Charles is a very desirable husband. He's handsome, well-educated, good family. Charles is much more than that, Mother. Charles is all the things I used to dream about when I was a little girl. All the things any woman would want a man to be. And if I could limit my life to the confines of one small world, I would marry Charles, and I'm sure I'd be very happy, but I can't. Why not, Florence? Because I want to do something bigger, something really worthwhile.  You could be a wife and a mother. What more could any woman be? I'm going to be a nurse. I'm going to Sweden next week to train. How do you like scrubbing floors? I've done things I like better. I can't make you out coming all the way to Stockholm to do this. Aren't there any training schools for nurses in England? No, Minna. In England, they don't teach girls to do anything. Oh, what a wonderful country to live in. Ladies, you're forgetting the rules of the institution. Work must be done silently. Come, my probationers. I'm wanted by my patient in room 20. I want you to come along. Come on, Minna. We just sat down to eat.  Come, girls. This is no time for dawdling. Let me make the bed for you, Mrs. Arnold. Certainly not. All you've got to do is look on and learn all you can. You're not ready yet for practical work. No, we're ready for chambermaid work, scrubbing and cleaning and everything else that's disagreeable. A very important rule in nursing is not to chatter. I'll carry these sheets downstairs. When may we take charge of patients? After you've learned your ABCs. A course of dirty work makes the best nurses. Some more crumpets, Lady Anne. No, thank you, Mr. Herbert. As I was saying, I deplore all this revolutionary spirit on the continent. I do hope that Florence will get home safely from Stockholm. Mrs. Nightingale tells me that she's expected back tomorrow. How her mother must be looking forward to her settling down. Settling down? Haven't you heard? Florence is determined to become a hospital nurse. A hospital nurse? Oh, you're not serious. I certainly am. And so is Florence. If she were my daughter, I'd give her a good gripping. Well, imagine mixing with women of the lowest order. So far as I'm concerned, I shall cease to know Miss Nightingale from this moment onwards. I'm sorry to hear you say that, my dear, because I shall admire her more than ever. She sets us all an example by her courage and independence. Any intelligent doctor will go out of his way to get hold of her. Particularly with war brewing on the continent. We need nurses more than ever. Florence, my dear, what are you doing here in the war office? Not thinking of joining the army, are you? Hello, Mr. Herbert. Yes, I am if they'll have me. Father is in with the army board now. He took my application. Don't be too disappointed if they turn you down. Why should they turn me down when they need me? Sometimes it's a little hard to get men to admit that they need women. Well, Father? I'm sorry, Florence. What did they say? They said that the medical staff at Scutare was quite satisfied with the male nurses that they had. They said that female nurses might appeal to the Frenchmen, but not to Englishmen. They wouldn't even consider the idea of sending you to Scutare, Florence. They're just being obstinate and out of date. Perhaps it's just as well, Florence. Think of the hardships you'd have to go through to get to the Crimea. It's a long way from London. They don't need you, Florence, but they thank you for your generous offer. Don't need me, Father. Look at this article in The Times. Fuller says, the sufferings of the sick and wounded are indescribable. There are no dresses and nurses. There are not sufficient surgeons. There's not even a linen to make bandages for the wounded. The wounded were led to believe that everything was ready which could ease their pain, but it was found that the commonest appliances of a workhouse sick ward were lacking. How dare they say they don't need me when they need everything and everyone that can help? I don't know how much weight I can swing with the board, but I'll be glad to talk to them for you if you like, Florence. How would you do that? If they will send you, it'll mean reorganizing the entire Army medical system. You would be under the Minister of State and also under Lord Raglan, whose commander-in-chief would have to work in cooperation with his medical officers. Are you sure you'd be willing to do that? I'm willing to do anything to help. Very well. I'll see what I can do. Have you done any nursing? Have you been interviewed by Miss Nightingale? Line up over here, please. Have you done any nursing? Well, I should think I have. I've nursed three husbands on their deathbeds, and I've worked at St. Thomas' Hospital and the Middlesex Hospital and Charing Cross Hospital. Sorry, you've been in too many places for me. Next? Yes, Miss Nightingale. What nursing have you done? None, but I've worked hard all my life. I've looked after a husband and several children. Oh, I know I'm not really experienced, but I can soon learn. I'm willing to do anything. You're willing to go to Scutari? Yes, Miss Nightingale. All right, report to the woman at the next desk. She will give you the necessary forms. Next? Oh, you're Sister Colombo from the Order of St. Vincent, aren't you? Yes, I've been in charge of the infirmary at the Condon. I'm willing to do anything that's needed. Thank you, Sister. We shall have plenty for you to do. Will you go over to Mrs. Herbert's table? She's enrolling in the nurses. Miss Nightingale. Well, I'm sorry, we're only interviewing women nurses. I'm not a nurse. I'm a cook. I'm a chef at the Perform Club. My name is Alexis Soyeret, and I would like to join your expedition. I know that for me also there's work at Scutari. Mr. Soyeret, I accept your offer most thankfully. You shall be in charge of the hospital kitchen. May I speak to you for a moment, Florence? Of course, Mr. Herbie. Come in, please. Florence, here is your letter of introduction to Colonel Hunt. He's the commanding officer at Scutari. You're under military discipline now, Florence. I understand. Colonel Hunt has been advised already that you're coming. I can't tell you whether he's pleased or not. I'm sure he isn't. Read that communique, Dr. Scott. Did you ever hear of such impertinence? What the War Office is thinking of? Sending a woman here to Scutari. Who is this Miss Nightingale, Colonel Hunt? Who knows, some female busybody. I imagine she's here mainly in an advisory position. What you can advise me about, I can't imagine. Well, I'm not going to worry about her. I always hope while there's the English Channel, she probably won't get further than Boulogne. Well, I'm sorry to disappoint you, Colonel, but her vote is due in this morning. What? What hospital are you assigning Miss Nightingale to? This one. But we have Typhoid cases here. She wants to be a nurse. I hear that chance to prove it. My hospital, until this Typhoid epidemic is over. One can never tell to this kind of infection. You'd better tell that to Miss Nightingale, so she'll go home and stay home. I think you're treating her outrageously. You're forgetting yourself, Dr. Scott. I think not, sir. You leave for the front immediately. Yes, sir. Orderly, please open those windows. We need some air in here. Don't do that, Miss. The smell's so awful and the rats coming. When we've cleaned up everywhere, there will be no more smells or vermin. Are you the storekeeper? Yes. What can I do for you, Miss? To begin with, I want a dozen mops, a dozen buckets, and all the soap sponges and floorcars we've got. I want 500 nitroids, and I'll send some nurses over for them in five minutes. Give me your requisition, and I'll see that in due course it reaches the board of directors. A board of directors for a hospital store?  The men are in such hideous discomfort, they can't wait another minute. I'm not allowed to issue anything till it's been passed by the board. I can't go beyond my regulation. I command you to give them to me. I've got my orders, and I'm going to obey them. I've got my orders, too. And when my nurses arrive here, you'd better give them their supplies. I've come to make a complaint against Miss Nightingale, sir. What's she done? She's stolen 500 shirts and a good many other things, sir. She's broken with a bunch of nurses and took them. And you've let her? I can't fight women, sir. Well, I can. I'm glad you came in, Miss Nightingale. I wanted to talk to you. I wanted to talk to you. You've avoided me since the moment of my arrival. I hope what I'm going to say may be for the good of the common cause we both serve. You don't understand. I'm an army officer. I know, and I'm a nurse. But I think it would be for the benefit of the sick and wounded if we could talk openly to one another. What is it you want to say? Colonel Hunt, what makes you show this arm of mercy towards me? Miss Nightingale, I appreciate the frankness of your questions. I'm not opposed to you as a person, but I object to the idea of women nurses for the army. And why do you object? You make the men soft. Soldiers don't need to be cobbled by a lot of women. We don't cobble the soldiers. We try to make their pitiful state easier to bear. There's nothing to pity. It's part of a soldier's life.  Yes, and I know what a man can stand. Is there no possibility of an understanding between us? None, whatever. I warn you that if you show any further insubordination, I shall have you caught martial. Colonel Hunt, I'm here to work simply and solely for the benefit of the soldiers. I shall continue to be sold in any way that it is necessary. Most of us are familiar with the miraculous result from the use of penicillin and serious infection. But did you know that penicillin is now used in preventive medicine as well? In cases of minor surgery, for instance, your doctor may administer penicillin in any one of several forms to prevent secondary infections. Naturally, increased uses for penicillin impose a demand to increase quantities. Channely laboratories is geared to do its part in meeting that demand. In addition to penicillin in its original form, Channely has now developed such pharmaceuticals as penicillin tablets and pokeys for administration by mouth, as well as penicillin ointment and ophthalmic ointment. As one of the world's largest users of research on mold and fermentation processes from which penicillin and other antibiotics have arrived, Channely laboratories has dedicated itself to a continuing program of investigation and study. It is our sincere hope and aim that this research program will result in the production of new and ever-grating healing aids to place at the disposal of doctors everywhere. Now, the second act of White Angel starring Virginia Bruce as Florence Nightingale. During the weeks that followed, she became a legend. The soldiers that she nursed idolized her and so did people all over the world who read and heard of her work. In America, a man named Longfellow wrote a poem and in the writing gave her a title that would live forever, The Lady with the Lamb. She became a goddess of life and healing to officer, infantryman, drummer boy. Miss Nightingale? Here I am, Tommy. I'll sit by your bed a moment, shall I? Hold my hand. What's the matter, Tommy? You're usually in much better spirits. The doctor told him that he won't live until tomorrow, Miss. I'm dying if you're with me. Tommy, have you got a mother and a father? Sure I have. Well, then you think about them and how much they'll all want to see you again. I'll tell you what we'll do. Tomorrow, you and I will write them a letter. Tomorrow? Tomorrow? He's still sleeping. You've been here all night? Yes. Look, his fever's going down. He's much better. I understand. They didn't think he could live until morning. He's going to live. He's going to be all right. A little care goes a long way. Yes, and a little love goes a long way further. I'm glad he's better. I wouldn't like to leave for the Crimea as long as anyone still needed me here. Well, Nightingale, welcome to the Crimea. Oh, Dr. Scott, I'm so glad to see you. I need your help. The officials here won't supply my staff with any food.  I did. You who? Those were Colonel Hunt's instructions. I had no choice but to obey them. Colonel Hunt is going out of his way to be vindictive. You can't be expected to obey him. Well, I don't dare fall foul of him again. I was sent here because I told him what I thought of him for putting you in the typhoid ward. If I disobeyed him now, it would mean a court-martial. I can't respect. Well, I should think not indeed. It doesn't matter about me. I can always get along with a cup of tea, but I must do something about my nurses. They're famished. Here? Yes, what is it? We've been refused admittance to the hospital. What? We are certainly not boarded here. You give that order too, Dr. Scott. You don't understand. I'm part of this miserable system. Your system may starve me, but it will never succeed in keeping me from my sick. I shall go to the hospital at once and demand admittance. Lawrence Nightingale. I'm sorry, miss. I can't pass you into the hospital. Why not? Orders. I hope you'll go quietly back, miss. If you try to come in here, I should be obliged to restrain you. Orders are orders. Then I shall wait out here till they're canceled. In the snow, miss? In the snow. Dr. Scott. Lord Raglan. I've been informed that Miss Nightingale has been refused admission to the hospital. Was this done by an official order? Yes, sir. Where is that order, Dr. Scott? Here, sir. Pick it up. Yes, sir. Now, tear it up. That's sir. I am Commander-in-Chief of the British Army. I said to tear it up. Yes, sir. Miss Nightingale? Yes, sir. I am Lord Raglan, Commander-in-Chief of the British Armies. My arm, madam. I will escort you personally into our hospital. Gentlemen of the medical staff, I am deeply ashamed that such a thing could have happened in the Army to a lady of our country. Colonel Hunt is to be relieved of his post at Skritare and I want the entire Army to know that I have said most emphatically that there must be no more of these petty jealousies. Thank you, gentlemen. That will be all. I beg your pardon, sir. Yes, Dr. Scott. What is it? It's Miss Nightingale, sir. She's ill. She has the cholera. How do you feel today, Miss Nightingale? Better, Lord Raglan. I'll be up and about soon. Not too soon. I wanted you to know that letters have been pouring in from all parts of the world concerned for your well-being. And this morning, we had a letter from Her Majesty the Queen sending her good wishes for your recovery. Thank you. Thank you. You're going home for a visit as soon as you're well enough. Her Majesty wishes to meet you. In her own words, she wishes to have the honour of meeting you. Crying, Miss Nightingale? That's not very soldierly of you. I know. Oh, but how very lovely it is to see that someone so much a soldier can also be so much a woman. Miss Smith. Anything to declare? No. Shall I open my suitcase? That's all right, Miss. Go ahead. Did you see what it says here in the Times, Walter? Yesterday, Miss Nightingale returned as Miss Smith to her home at Embly without anyone being aware that she'd even landed in England. That's like her, isn't it? Miss Nightingale wishes it to be known that she desires no reception celebrations in her honour. She would prefer that the money for such a purpose should be the nucleus of a fund for building training schools for nurses in England. She's a fine woman. God bless her. I could just cry. I spent weeks planning a gown for you to wear to see the queen. I'm sorry, Mother. It isn't that I don't appreciate it, but I'm going as I am. You're in that old uniform. I'm going to meet her as a nurse, wearing the uniform that symbolizes my work. It's my work in its future that matters. I'm sure the queen won't want to hear your views on nursing. She'll likely be pleasant. One or two anecdotes about the war, perhaps, but no opinions. The Herbert is waiting for you in the carriage, Florence. I'm coming, Father. Florence, at least do one thing for me. Please let the queen speak first. This is Her Majesty's audience chamber in here, Florence. I'll take you in and I'll wait for you downstairs. I think I'm a little scared. You don't need to be. I think you'll find that you and the queen see eye to eye about a good many things. Miss Nightingale, I presume? Yes. Hello, Mr. Bullock. Florence, may I present Mr. Bullock with permanent undersecretary to the War Office? Indeed. Well, this is an unexpected pleasure, Mr. Bullock. It is always interesting to meet an adversary. You are one of the men who has been fighting me for two years, aren't you? I'm afraid you're mistaken on only one point. I'm still fighting you. Why?  Then, Mr. Bullock, you are not fighting me, but the ideals for which I stand. Ideals that will inevitably undermine the system I represent if they are ever allowed openly to be put into practice. What do you think? We cannot afford experiments. And we cannot afford to wait. Whether you wait or not will depend largely upon the decisions of a magicic queen. It seems only fair to tell you that I have already spoken to her regarding the War Office's attitude in this matter. I'm sorry to hear that, Bullock. It seems to me that it will be only common courtesy to allow Miss Nightingale to see her first. Miss Nightingale has chosen to enter a man's world. She need not, therefore, expect any quarter because she's a woman. I don't expect any quarter, nor shall I give any. I have been fighting a long time now, Mr. Bullock. And I know how to fight. There's no doubt about that. Well, Miss Nightingale, it's been most interesting to meet you and to have this opportunity of talking with you. Good day. Good day. It's almost time for your appointment. I'll leave you here in Her Majesty's audience chamber. She'll be in in a moment. That's a fine portrait of her. I think I'll practice my speech.  You go right ahead, Flo. I'll wait for you downstairs. Good luck. Thank you, Your Majesty. I expect that Colonel Hunt has told you about the defects in my work at Scutari. No one knows them better than I. But the difficulties that my loyal nurses had to face were at times almost insurmountable. Whatever else I may have done during the war I have shown beyond doubt that nursing is woman's highest vocation. It is for the future of nursing that I am pleading. All over the civilized world the development of every branch of science is being furthered except the science of nursing. Nothing is being done for that. To be unprepared when the hour strikes is a crime. To be ready is the secret of life. I want to establish training schools for nurses for the great army of women that is coming out of the future ready and willing to take my vow. I solemnly pledge myself before God to pass my life in purity and to practice my profession faithfully. I will abstain from whatever is deleterious and mischievous and will not take or knowingly administer any harmful drug. I will do all in my power to elevate the standard of my profession and will hold in confidence all personal matters committed to my keeping and all family affairs coming to my knowledge in the practice of my profession. With loyalty will I endeavour to aid the physician in his work and devote myself to the welfare of those committed to my care. Miss Nightingale. Your Majesty, I'm so sorry. I didn't hear you come in. I'm glad you didn't. It was a fine speech. And I want you to know that not only do I appreciate the fine work you've done but I shall do everything in my power to see that it continues. Thank you, Your Majesty. Miss Nightingale, it is with great pleasure that I present to you this brooch. The form and emblem of which commemorate your great and blessed work. St. George's Cross and underneath are these words blessed are the merciful. May I pin it on your uniform? Your Majesty. England is most proud of you. Miss Nightingale. In a moment we'll bring our star, Virginia Bruce, back to this microphone. But first may we leave this thought with you. Unlike most of us, a doctor can never forget business completely. Even when your physician is enjoying an evening away from home he's previously left word as to where he may be reached in case of emergency. Yes, doctors are on call any hour of the day or night and they're noted for responding to that call always. Schenley Laboratory salutes in this series of programs the spirit of constant service to mankind which characterizes the medical profession. Now, here is the star of tonight's play, Virginia Bruce. Women of America. Today the need for nurses is desperate. If you are a high school graduate between the ages of 17 and 35 then good health. Apply at the hospital nearest your home. Remember, nursing is one of the highest vocations a woman can follow. Won't you apply now? And may we invite you to listen again next week at this same time when Schenley Laboratory presents Now Voyager with Loretta Young. A great star and a great story. White Angel was produced and directed by Bill Lawrence and was presented through the courtesy of Warner Brothers This year is celebrating the 20th anniversary of sound pictures. It was a Gene Holloway adaptation. This is Frank Graham speaking for Schenley Laboratories. Producer of Penicillin Schenley.


Item number, SCP-087, Object Class, Euclid. Special Containment Procedures SCP-087 is located on the campus of R- The doorway leading to SCP-087 is constructed of reinforced steel with an electro-release lock mechanism. It has been disguised to resemble a janitorial closet consistent with the design of the building. The lock mechanism on the door knob will not release unless f***ing volts are applied in conjunction with counter-clockwise rotation of the key. The inside of the door is lined with six centimeters of industrial foam padding. Due to the results of the final exploration, no personnel are permitted access to SCP-087. Description SCP-087 is an unlit platform staircase. The doors descend on a 38-degree angle for 13 steps before reaching a semi-circular platform of approximately 3 meters in diameter. Descent direction rotates 180 degrees at each platform. The design of SCP-087 limits subjects to a visual range of approximately 1.5 flights. A light source is required for any subjects exploring SCP-087, as there are no lighting fixtures or windows present. Lighting sources brighter than 75 watts have shown to be ineffective, as SCP-087 seems to absorb excess light. Subjects report and audio recordings confirm the distressed vocalizations from what is presumed to be a child between the ages of f*** and f***. The source of the distress calls is estimated to be located approximately 200 meters below the initial platform. However, any attempts to descend the staircase have failed to bring subjects closer to the source. The depth of descent calculated from Exploration 4, the longest exploration, is shown to be far beyond both the possible structure of both the building and geological surroundings. At this time, it is unknown if SCP-087 has an endpoint. SCP-087 has undergone four video-recorded explorations by Class D personnel. Each subject conducting an exploration has encountered SCP-087-1, which appears as a face with no visible pupils, nostrils, or mouth. The nature of SCP-087-1 is entirely unclear, but it has been determined that it is not the source of the pleading. Subjects exhibit feelings of intense paranoia and fear when faced with SCP-087-1, but it is undetermined whether said feelings are abnormal or simply natural reactions. Over a period of two weeks following Exploration 4, several members of the staff and students from the R&D campus reported knocking at a variable rate of 1-2 seconds per knock, coming from the interior of SCP-087. The door leading to SCP-087 has been fitted with 6 cm thick industrial padding. All reports of knocking have ceased. Subject personnel may refer to Document 087-1 through 087-4 for transcripts of Explorations 1-4. Document 087-1, Exploration 1, D-843-2 is a 43-year-old Caucasian male of average build and appearance and unremarkable psychological background. Class D designation is a result of demotion due to mishandling SCP-087-1. D-843-2 is equipped with a 75-watt flood lamp, with battery power capable of lasting 24 hours, a handheld camcorder fitted with a transmission stream, and an audio headset for communication with Dr. Watt at control. D-843-2 steps through the doorway onto the initial platform. Despite the wattage, the flood lamp only illuminates the first nine steps. The second platform is not visible. D-843-2, it's f***ing dark. Doctor, is your flood lamp functioning properly? D-843-2 shines the light out the door and into the academic building's hallway. The light reaches significantly further. D-843-2, yeah it's working, it just won't light these stairs all the way down. Doctor, thank you, please continue. D-843-2 descends for 13 steps before reaching the second platform. The platform is in the shape of a semi-circle, with an apparently concrete surface and walls. There are no distinct markings, aside from nondescript patches of dust, dirt, or wear, consistent with that which is found in a typical concrete stairwell. D-843-2 rotates 180 degrees to begin descent down the second flight, then pauses. Doctor, reason for stopping? D-843-2, you hear that? There's a f***ing kid down there, sounds like one. None of the described audio is feeding through the camera or mic at this time. Doctor, could you please describe the sound? D-843-2, it's young, either female or a very young boy. It's crying and sobbing and saying, please help, please. Yeah, it keeps repeating that and crying. Doctor, can you estimate its distance from your current location? D-843-2, ah f***, I don't know, maybe 200 meters down? Doctor, please continue down the next flight. The subject descends another 13 steps. As he reaches the landing, audio of the child as described is picked up. The child alternates between sobbing, wailing, and the words please help and down here. The level of audio is consistent with D-843-2's report of it being approximately 200 meters below. Doctor, can you still hear the crying? D-843-2, yeah. Doctor, we're picking it up as well. Please continue down. Stop if you notice any changes in the audio or environment. The subject descends another three flights of stairs before stopping. D-843-2, keep going? Doctor, please. D-843-2 continues another 17 flights, total of 22 flights before stopping. There are no visual changes in the environment and each flight has been a consistent 13 steps. D-843-2, I'm not getting any f*** closer to the kid. Stereo audio confirms that the crying noise has not increased in volume and remains approximately 200 meters below the subject. Doctor, noted, please continue. The subject continues another 28 flights before stopping, 50 flights total. D-843-2 is standing on the 51st landing, counting the initial ground level landing. D-843-2 is estimated to be 200 meters below the initial platform. 34 minutes have elapsed. The volume of the crying has not increased. D-843-2, I feel a little uneasy. Doctor, you spent a long time in a dark, unknown stairwell. It's natural, please continue. The subject hesitates before stepping down on the next stair. As the subject moves forward, the flood lamp illuminates a face located approximately at the bottom of the flight, SCP-087-1. It appears to be the same size and shape as a human head, except it is lacking a mouth, nostrils, and pupils. The face is completely motionless, but is making direct eye contact, indicating its awareness of D-843-2. D-843-2, yelling, f***, what the f*** is that? Doctor, can you please describe what you see? D-843-2, it's some sort of f*** person face thing and it's f*** looking right at me. Doctor, is it moving? D-843-2, pause heavy breathing. No, it's just staring at me. F***, it's creepy. Doctor, please approach and further illuminate the entity. D-843-2, f***, I don't want to f***. The face jerks forward about 50 centimeters directly toward D-843-2. D-843-2, yelling, f***. D-843-2 enters a panicked state and rapidly ascends SCP-087. D-843-2 reaches the ground floor in 18 minutes, at which time he collapses and passes out. There is no sign of SCP-087-1. Review of the footage indicates an equal number of flights and steps ascending as descending. Audio of the crying and pleading remains at the same volume until the last flight, at which point it ceases. Medical reports indicate collapse was a result of the rapid ascension of the stairs, causing fatigue. Document 087-2, Exploration 2. D-9035 is a 28-year-old African-American male of strong build. Psychological background indicates no abnormalities, except an extreme hatred for women. Subject has an extensive record of data expunged. D-9035 is equipped with a 100-watt flood lamp with battery power, capable of lasting 24 hours, a handheld camcorder fitted with a transmission stream, and an audio headset for communication with Dr. Watt at control. D-9035 is also equipped with a backpack, containing 100 small LED lights with adhesive backs and battery lives of approximately three weeks. Lights turn on and off by compressing them. D-9035 shines the flood lamp down the first flight of stairs. Despite the extra wattage, the light does not illuminate beyond the ninth step. D-9035. You want me to go down there, Doc? Doctor, please shine your flood lamp outside of SCP-087 to verify it is functioning properly. D-9035 shines the light into the hallway. Comparison with the footage from Exploration 1 confirms it is indeed brighter. Doctor, thank you. Please continue to the first landing. D-9035. Hey, Doc, I know what you said and all, but I don't think I wanna go there. Doctor, please continue to the first landing. D-9035. Doc, look, I... Doctor, interrupting. As per our earlier conversation, please continue to the first landing. D-9035 pauses for 18 seconds, then descends 13 steps to the first landing and stops. D-9035. Is that a kid? Doctor, please remove one of the adhesive lights and affix it to the wall on the landing. D-9035. Doc, you hear that? Is that a kid down there? Doctor, that's unconfirmed. Please affix an adhesive light to the wall and verify it functions. D-9035 hesitates, then removes one of the lights from his backpack and adheres it to the wall. He presses on the light and it turns on. Doctor, please turn off your flood lamp. D-9035 hesitates again before turning off the lamp. The LED light illuminates the landing, but does not extend beyond the first step by their way. Doctor, thank you. You may turn your flood lamp back on. Please continue to descend. At each landing, affix an LED light to the wall and turn it on. If you notice anything unusual, please report it. D-9035 turns the flood lamp back on, then descends the next flight of stairs. As he sets foot on the landing, the audio picks up sounds of pleading and crying, consistent with those of the first exploration. Doctor, can you still hear the previously reported audio? D-9035, yeah. She sounds about 150, maybe 200 meters down. Am I supposed to get her? Look, Doc, I don't do good with kids. Doctor, please place the light and continue down until you notice anything unusual. The subject adheres the light to the wall and turns it on, then continues to the next landing. He adheres the third LED light to the wall and turns it on. D-9035 continues in this manner for the next 25 flights before stopping. D-9035, I don't think I'm getting any closer to the kid, Doc. Doctor, how far below would you estimate the source of the sound to be? D-9035, same as before, 150 to 200 meters down. Doctor, thank you, please proceed. D-9035 continues in the same fashion for the next 24 flights. At the 51st landing, he stops. Footage shows an arched gouge in the concrete wall, estimated to be approximately 50 centimeters long and 10 centimeters wide. The first step down from the landing appears to be completely smashed into rubble. D-9035, you see that? Doctor, yes, can you please describe what you see? D-9035 looks like something slashed at the wall and the step over here is all crumbled up and stuff. The slash mark looks really smooth. D-9035 touches the gouge mark. D-9035, yeah, it's smooth, feels like glass. Doctor, thank you, please continue down. D-9035, look, Doc, I think I've gone far enough. Doctor, please continue as per our agreement. D-9035, I don't wanna be doing this, agreement or not, data expunged. D-9035 steps over the destroyed step and continues down the staircase. Nothing is notable at the next landing. D-9035 adheres an LED light to the wall and continues in the same fashion for another 38 flights. The sound of the crying and pleading still has not gotten closer. D-9035 is on the 89th landing and 74 minutes have elapsed from the beginning of the exploration. Subject is estimated to be 350 meters below the initial platform. D-9035, I feel like the kids just trying to lure me down here, Doc. I think it's time for me to... D-9035 stops talking and moving as the flood lamp illuminates SCP-087-1. The face is staring directly at D-9035, again indicating awareness of the subject's presence. Although SCP-087-1 appears to be unmoving, its location is 38 flights below the initial counter in exploration 1, indicating it is mobile. Doctor, is there a reason you stopped? D-9035, unresponsive. D-9035's breathing grows labored. SCP-087-1 remains immobile for an additional 13 seconds. SCP-087-1 blinks. D-9035, yelling incomprehensible. SCP-087-1 jerks forward until it is approximately 90 centimeters from D-9035. Subject turns and flees up the stairs. Doctor, please relax and calm down. Turn around. We need a closer look at the face. D-9035 ignores Doctor, and continues rapid ascent. He continues to scream incomprehensibly. Doctor, D-9035, can you hear me? Please slow down. D-9035 is unresponsive and continues rapidly climbing the stairs. His screaming diminishes to babbling. After ascending 72 flights, D-9035 collapses on the 17th landing. Doctor, D-9035, can you hear me? D-9035 is unresponsive, but labored breathing can be heard through the audio feed. For the next 14 minutes, D-9035 is immobile. The visual feed is black and the audio picks up only the subject's breathing and the continuous pleading coming from below. After 14 minutes and 32 seconds of unchanging visual and audio feeds, the sound of a rapid heartbeat not consistent with the human heartbeat and a low cracking noise is heard. Seven seconds later, D-9035 gasps and revives, continuing his ascent of the stairs rapidly and wordlessly. The heartbeat and cracking cease and nothing abnormal is detected on the visual feed. He remains unresponsive. D-9035 exits SCP-087 and sits on the floor outside of the entrance. D-9035 that enters a catatonic state from which he has not yet recovered. Document 087-3, Exploration 3. D-9884 is a 23-year-old female of average build and appearance. Psychological background indicates a history of depression. Subject has a minimal record of using excessive force to data expunged. D-9884 is equipped with a 75-watt flood lamp with battery power, capable of lasting 24 hours, a handheld camcorder fitted with a transmission stream, and an audio headset for communication with Dr. Pruett that control. D-9884 is also equipped with a backpack containing 3.75 liters of water, 15 nutrient bars, and one thermal blanket. D-9884 stands on the ground level landing of SCP-087. The flood lamp illuminates only the first nine steps. LED lights placed on the wall during the last exploration are not visible. Doctor, please descend the first flight and examine the landing wall. D-9884 descends 13 steps and stops at the landing. There is no trace of the LED light at the location footage from Exploration 2 indicates it was placed. D-9884.  There's like nothing on it. No, wait, it's a little bit sticky right here. D-9884 indicates the spot on the wall the LED light should have been located. D-9884, there's a child crying down there. She's begging for help and crying. Doctor, thank you. Please continue down the steps until you notice anything unusual. D-9884 descends. Upon reaching the next landing, audio of the crying child consistent with the prior two explorations is picked up. No LED lights appear to be present on any of the landing walls. D-9884 continues with no incident until she reaches the 17th landing. D-9884, ew, there's something on the ground here and it smells really bad.  Ugh, it's so gross. Video feed confirms presence of substance occupying a space approximately 50 centimeters in diameter. Doctor, can you describe the scent? D-9884, uh, it kinda smells like old rusty metal and pee. Doctor, thank you. Please continue until you notice anything else. D-9884 continues to the 51st landing without incident. The 51st landing remains unchanged from the previous expedition and similar observations are made. D-9884 is asked again to descend until anything unusual is noticed. Subject continues her descent until the 89th landing is reached. The video feed jerks and the subject yells.  The subject shines the floodlight down, revealing only blackness.  D-9884, there was a light down there. It's gone now, but it was on for like a second. Did you see it? Doctor, yes. Can you estimate the depth of this hole? D-9884, no way. It's too deep, at least a kilometer. Like way more than a kilometer. Doctor, thank you. Can you still hear the sounds of the child? D-9884, uh-huh. She still sounds far away. I don't feel like I'm getting any closer. It's like for every step I take, she takes one down. Doctor, please continue down until you encounter anything unusual. D-9884 continues to descend SCP-087 for approximately an hour, covering an additional 164 flights. She stops to rest on the 253rd landing, consuming one nutrient bar and several gulps of water. D-9884 is at an estimated 1.1 kilometers below the initial landing, yet the sound of the child has not changed in volume. After pausing for four minutes, D-9884 resumes her descent, making no stops for another 216 flights, 1.5 hours later. D-9884 is on the 469th landing and approximate 1.8 kilometers below the ground level. D-9884, I'm not getting anywhere. I think it's time I went back. I mean, going down is one thing, but this is a long climb back. Doctor, you have been provided with food, water, and blankets to last you 24 hours. Please continue down.  D-9884 turns towards the previous flight of stairs. D-9884, I screams. SCP-0871, the face, is directly behind 9884, blocking her ascent. The face appears approximately 30 centimeters from the lens of the camera. Its eyes are fixed directly on the lens, this time looking not at the subject, but the person viewing the video feed. The video feed glitches and freezes for four seconds, accompanied by a static-like screeching noise from the audio feed. It then cuts to bumpy visuals of D-9884 descending the stairs rapidly. D-9884, panicked and hysterical. It's been following me. This whole time it's been right behind me. Oh God, it's right behind me. It was looking right at me. Doctor, please do something. Please, please help me. Oh God, no, please get it away. Please no, please. I knew it was following me. Help make it leave, please no. It was looking at me. It was staring at me. It knew I was here. It's been watching me this whole time. Oh God, please help me. No, please. This continues in a similar fashion until the end. D-9884 continues to scream and plead hysterically as she rapidly descends the staircase. The previously heard static-like screeching seems to overlay the audio feed, beneath which can still be heard the original sound of the crying child. Approximately 14 flights down. The video feed swings to show the area directly behind D-9884. The face is now approximately 20 centimeters from the camera lens. It is not staring at the subject, rather it is fixated on the camera lens, giving the illusion it is making eye contact with those viewing the footage. It is important to note that since the sighting of SCP-0871, the sound of the crying girl and pleading has been increasing in volume, indicating D-9884 is nearing the source. After an approximate 150 panicked flights of descent with three visual confirmations of SCP-0871 still in pursuit, D-9884 trips and appears to fall unconscious. Audio feed indicates strong proximity to the source of the crying. The static and screeching noise continue. Video feed shows yet another descending flight of stairs, indicating D-9884 still has not reached the base of the stairwell. 12 seconds of motionlessness pass before the face comes in full view of the camera, eye contact being made directly with the viewer. Audio and video feeds cut out and no connection is re-established. Lesson complete. If you missed the previous orientation, go watch SCP-086, the Office of Dr. R... Right now. Or for the complete course, watch this playlist.