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SERIES X · INTERLUDE, UNNUMBERED

The Custody of a Duck

Build 0129 · Published August 6, 2026

SERIES: TYLER: A DOCUMENTARY ABOUT A MAN WHO WON'T STAY IN HIS OWN YEAR
SERIES DESIGNATION: SERIES X
EPISODE: INTERLUDE, UNNUMBERED — "The Custody of a Duck." Filed alongside S00E03/S00E-1 but logged
separately; the numbering authority has not yet ruled on where it belongs. Continuation of the found
transcript published to okemily.com as "The Duck Also Has Opinions About the Hoodie" — that document
is the cold open; this is what the archive recovered afterward. No camera credit on either half.
LOCATION: The factory (unconfirmed coordinates — see the source document's own hedge, "a room
that is probably a factory"). Tag: Pontiac, Michigan, STINKIES COMMISSAIRE Store 0.
TIMELINE POSITION: Unfixed. The archive places it after S00E03 (July 4) by postmark only — the
transcript was recovered, not shot, and nothing in it fixes a diegetic date. Series X convention
(S00E-1) already established that "produced after" and "happens after" are not the same claim; this
episode makes the same non-claim twice, once for each half.
BINDING STAGE AT OPEN: Not applicable. No project active. This is not Jiangshi-observed footage;
NOOR-1's log has no entry for it.
BINDING STAGE AT CLOSE: Unchanged. Whatever this was, it did not touch the binding record.
EMILY OS STATUS: CAST: STANDBY | Tyler file: 6 lines | STATUS: CARRIER WAVE (inherited, not
addressed by this episode)
SERIES X NOTE: The source transcript ends on an object leaving a room: a folded hoodie, in
Tyler's hands, and a door. This episode is the object's next custodian, not Tyler's next scene. He
is present at the edges of it and completes no sentence about himself, per the standing rule — the
rule was written for footage where a camera could have caught him defining himself. This transcript
was never that kind of footage to begin with, which is exactly why it's filed unnumbered.
END LOG: PENDING


CONSISTENCY CHECK:


COLD OPEN — [RECOVERED, NO TIMECODE]

EXT. THE FACTORY — DOOR — CONTINUOUS FROM SOURCE TRANSCRIPT

*[Where "The Duck Also Has Opinions About the Hoodie" ends: Tyler folding a hoodie, saying he never
comes for anything, he just doesn't leave empty-handed if he can help it. A pizza on fire, off-camera,
that neither he nor the duck looks at. The transcript ends there. This is what the archive found
spliced to the back of it — same reel, no visible cut, filed as one recovery even though the two
halves don't match stock.]*

The door he was looking at opens before he reaches it. Not for him — it swings on its own weight, the
way a door left unlatched in a building with bad foundations does when something shifts.

Outside: not the parking lot a factory should have. A transit stop. A bench. An intersection he has
sat at before, in other footage, in other builds, though nothing in this transcript says so and the
archive isn't going to say it for him.

He sits on the bench. The hoodie stays folded in his lap.

The duck, in the tuxedo, walks out after him. It does not fly. It has legs and uses them, unhurried,
the way something with the power of telekinesis doesn't need to hurry.

DUCK
You're not going to ask how I got out here.

TYLER
No.

DUCK
Most people ask.

TYLER
Most people didn't watch you tell a factory you were a government agent covering for a frog.

DUCK
The frog's shy. Somebody has to carry that.

Tyler unfolds the hoodie once, checks the two words on the back — STINKIES, then, smaller,
COMMISSAIRE — and folds it again, the same fold as before, like refolding a map you already read.

DUCK
You're going to give that away.

TYLER
Eventually. That's what it's for.

DUCK
To who.

*(A pause. The kind the record calls out when it runs long — this one is not timed, because no
instrument was running, but it reads long on the page.)*

TYLER
Whoever's still standing here when I'm not.


ACT ONE — [RECOVERED, NO TIMECODE]


The duck sits on the bench. Not next to him — on the armrest, the way something small and
telekinetic sits when it wants to be at eye level without asking permission.

DUCK
I told the factory I have the power of telekinesis. I want to be clear that was true.

TYLER
I believe you.

DUCK
Nobody believes me. That's usually the bit.

TYLER
I've met a coin that reads next February. A hoodie isn't going to be the thing that breaks my day.

The duck considers this. Somewhere behind them, faint, the sound of a pizza still burning — the
factory, or wherever the factory actually was, keeping its one promise from the source transcript,
which is that nobody was ever going to put it out.

DUCK
The unicorn thinks the hoodie is a joke. Eighty units to fund a print run to fund a hat to fund a
store that doesn't exist yet.

TYLER
The unicorn's a robot. Robots don't fund things. They calculate whether things were worth funding
after the fact, which is a different job and a worse one.

DUCK
And you?

TYLER
(the coin, out of the pocket, one flip, caught without looking)
I don't calculate. I carry. Somebody else does the math on whether it was worth it.

He reads the coin. Doesn't say the date. Pockets it.

DUCK
That's not an answer.

TYLER
It's the only one I've got that's held up this long.


TAG — [RECOVERED, NO TIMECODE]


EXT. TRANSIT STOP — BENCH — CONTINUOUS

Tyler stands. The hoodie goes under his arm, not in a bag — carried the way you carry something
you intend to hand off in person, not ship.

DUCK
You never told me your name.

TYLER
You never asked. You told me about the frog instead.

DUCK
Fair.

*(The duck does not follow him. It stays on the bench armrest, tuxedo unrumpled, watching him walk
toward the intersection — toward, the archive notes without asserting it, a store with an awning and
a punch card and a Bar Manager still alphabetizing the shelf.)*

DUCK
(calling after him, not raising its voice, which somehow carries anyway)
For the record — I am the chosen one. That part wasn't the pizza talking.

Tyler doesn't turn around.

TYLER
Everybody says that once. Most people are wrong.

(a beat)

TYLER
I've been wrong about it for six hundred years running. Doesn't stop me carrying the hoodie anyway.

He walks. The bench, the duck, the factory that was maybe never a factory — all of it stays behind,
unresolved, the way the source transcript always said it would: *you are owed something now, for
reading this. I haven't decided what yet.*

The archive hasn't decided either. Filed as recovered, not as closed.

SERIES X // INTERLUDE, UNNUMBERED — END


LORE RECEIPT — CUSTODY LOG, UNNUMBERED ENTRY

Filed by: Eastwind Owl Field Archive (retroactive intake — no NOOR-1 log exists for this event)
Classification: FOUND FOOTAGE. Splice, not shoot. Custody chain begins at recovery, not capture.
Object of record: One (1) STINKIES COMMISSAIRE hoodie, garment-dyed black, ten-ounce fleece,
carried out of the source transcript's factory by hand, not shipped.

This is a custody entry, not a production entry, and the distinction is the whole reason it's being
filed at all: the archive doesn't know where this hoodie came from before the factory, and doesn't
know where it goes after the transit stop. What it knows is that it changed hands twice on camera
(store to Tyler, off-camera; factory to bench, on-camera) and that Tyler said, once, plainly, what he
does with things he's given: he carries them until somebody else is standing where he isn't.

Eastwind note: this is the same custody principle already on record elsewhere in the archive — an
unbroken chain, no gaps, no ownership claimed along the way. It is also, separately and without
comment from this desk, the exact question STINKIES COMMISSAIRE's real print-vendor decision is
still sitting on, unresolved, in a different ledger entirely. The archive is not going to pretend to
know which vendor gets chosen. That ledger isn't this one.


CONSISTENCY CHECK (POST-PRODUCTION):

Clean builds first.
Then custody.
Then everything else.


INTERLUDE, UNNUMBERED — END

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