All language subtitles for Bag of Bones s01e01.eng

(JAZZ MUSIC PLAYING)

(PLAYING JAZZ MUSIC)

(MAN CHEERING)

GIRL: Help! Help,
I'm drown...

(GUN FIRES)
(GASPS)

Last night I dreamt I went
to Manderley again.

You all right? Yeah?
Yeah.

Just a bad dream.

Well...

What?

Your book?
Done.

Done, done?

Done, done.

Totally done?

Well, not totally done.

We'll still need
the grand gesture.

(LAUGHS)
That's all.

For a second,
I thought I'd been replaced.

Replace you,
my lady?

No, impossible.

Come.

Come, your hand
in mine. Come.

Come, come,
come, come. (LAUGHING)

I don't know
whose idea it was to put my office up here,

but anyway,
here we go. Keep going.

Too many stairs
in this house.

All right,
your throne, madam.

Be seated.

Okay.

Right. Ready?

Mmm-hmm.

"She smiled, satisfied.

"And then unwrapped
the chains

"around her neck.

"She smiled, satisfied.

"And then unwrapped
the chains

"from around her neck."

Now, done.

Done.

(SIGHS)

Done.

Mmm.

What's with the chains
around her neck?

You're just going to
have to read the book and find out.

(IN FOREIGN ACCENT)
We have ways of making you talk.

Yeah, I bet you do.

Why do you always have me
write the last lines of your books?

(SIGHS)

Well, because this book,

all of these books,

I couldn't write them
without you. Ah.

Are you just trying
to get laid, Noonan?

I think that's
my intention, yes.

Is it working?

(BOTH MOANING)

(ALL CHATTERING INDISTINCTLY)

Okay. Cheers.
Thank you.

I'm your number one fan.

Great.

I'm going to go
get some lunch.

I'll see you
when you're done.

See you later. Okay.

Have fun with
Annie Wilkes here.

Who do I
make this out to?

Your best friend, Jimmy.
Best friend.

Maybe just
underline "best"?

Hi. What's your name?
Hi.

It's Ellen.
Okay.

(SIREN WAILING)

Thanks.

(HORNS HONKING)

Excuse me.

WOMAN: Oh, my goodness.

(AMBIENT NOISE FADING AWAY)

(HEART BEATING)

(INDISTINCT POLICE
RADIO CHATTER)

(INAUDIBLE)

(HEARTBEAT STOPS)

Sir?

(SOBBING) No, no, no.

Get off!
Sir?

Get your hands off me!

I'm so sorry, Mike.

Thank you.

Listen, They All Fall Down
is number four on the Times list.

Great.
Another push from marketing

and the right mixture of
in-stores and readings,

Scribner thinks we might
be able to hit number one.

We haven't done that since
When The Bough Breaks.

Now before you get
all high-and-mighty on me

about demanding why
I'm talking to you

about this during
your wife's funeral,

it's because Jo wouldn't
have had it any other way.

She supported
your career when you weren't making a dime.

She cared about your books
as much as you do,

and she would be
thrilled to know that you have written

possibly your most
successful novel to date.

You're right.

When you're right,
Marty, you're right.

She would have
wanted this.

None of this would
have happened without her.

SID: To Johanna Beverly
Noonan, the best of them all.

Hear, hear,
to my dead wife.

Easy, Mike.
That beer's not going anywhere.

(CLEARS THROAT)

(SIGHS)

This is.

Look, I can't imagine
how hard this is for you,

but you really
got to take it easy, okay, Mikey?

Jo was pregnant
when she died.

What?

Turns out she was eight,
nine weeks pregnant.

I thought...
I thought the doctors...

Yeah, yeah, I know.

He told me years ago
I couldn't get her pregnant.

Oh, come on, Mikey.
You don't really think that Jo was...

What?
She was cheating?

Hmm?

Maybe Jo didn't
want you to know.

Exactly.

That's not what I meant,
and you know it.

The Noonans
weren't exactly the fathering type,

and Dad, God rest his soul,
wasn't exactly cuddly.

Well, Dad was a prick.

He was an Irish mick
of a prick.

And Jo knew
you felt that way,

knew how you felt
about being a father because of that!

Just because he was
a son of a bitch

didn't mean
I was going to be a son of a bitch.

I mean,
a couple of years ago,

we even decided
to have kids.

Yeah, I remember.

Jo told me about it
one time at dinner.

She never
looked so excited.

We both were.

If it was going
to be a little boy,

(SIGHS)

we were going to
call him Mike Junior.

(CHUCKLES)

And if it was going
to be a little girl,

she'd be Kya.

Kya.

Kya Jo Noonan.

That's really pretty.

We tried to get pregnant,
but then I, you know,

I went to the doctor,
and he told me it was this

low sperm count,

and that was
the end of that.

That was the end.

Jo wasn't cheating
on you, Mikey.

(CLEARS THROAT)

When you sold me your share
of Granddad's lake house...

Yeah.
I mean, Jo spent a lot of time there.

Yeah, of course she did.

I mean, the place
was a dump.

It was a total fixer.

Yeah, I know, I mean,
I was really wrapped up

in the book
and everything like that.

I went there a couple
of times with her.

I haven't been there
for two, three years.

(SIGHS)

You and Jo were the best
couple I ever met, Mike.

So don't beat yourself up
over the little things, okay?

I just hope she wasn't
too lonely out there

on Dark Score Lake,
you know?

Hope she didn't
need somebody

who might have
kept her company.

That's all.

(SIGHS)

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

(GROANING)

(SIGHS)

(SCRAPING)

(SCRAPING CONTINUES)

Oh.

(GRUNTING)

(SCRAPING)

(SCRAPING CONTINUES)

(BOTH SCREAMING)

(GASPS)

(GRUNTS)

(WAILING)

(PHONE LINE RINGING)

Hi, this is Jo Noonan.

Leave me a message
and I'll call you back

if you're very,
very good.

(VOICEMAIL BEEPS)

(PHONE LINE RINGING)

Hi, this is Jo Noonan.

Leave me a message
and I'll call you back

if you're very,
very good.

(VOICEMAIL BEEPS)

(PHONE LINE RINGING)

Hi, this is Jo Noonan.

Leave me a message
and I'll call you back

if you're very,
very good.

(VOICEMAIL BEEPS)

(PHONE RINGING)

Jo!

Jo!

(SCREAMING)

(GROANS)

"Driving home..."

(CELL PHONE CHIMES)

(CLEARING THROAT) Sorry.

Shut off the phone.
So...

(CLEARS THROAT)

"Driving home, I thought
of an old saying about

"how one person
can never really truly know another.

"It's easy to give
that idea lip service,

"but it's a jolt as
horrible and unexpected

"as severe air turbulence

"on a previously
calm airline flight

"to discover
it's a literal fact in one's own life."

And I can't do this.
It's... I'm sorry.

I always said I couldn't
write without you.

Jo, are you there?

Can you give me a sign?

Once for "yes,"
twice for "no."

(BEEPING)

Jo...

Jo, is that you?

Hey.

Once for "yes,"
twice for "no."

(RINGING)

Hello?

MARTY: Mike. Mike!

I'm sorry about that.
I'm going through the tunnel.

(SIGHS) Marty.

Hey. (LAUGHS)
What's up?

We just got our hands
on the spring fiction list.

MIKE: And?

And it's looking
a little bit crowded.

What do you mean?
How crowded?

Like, with some
unexpected names.

Names like who?

Patterson. Grisham.

There's even talk of
a newly discovered Bachman book.

All those authors,
they don't publish in the spring.

I mean, they...
Those are summer, fall guys.

What can I tell ya?

Maybe they got some
extra ideas this year.

Some might've
stockpiled novels like squirrels.

Hey, what did you used
to call those books you used to write

when you were
young and hungry,

and were writing books faster
than they could print them?

Trunk novels.

That's right.
Trunk novels.

Maybe those guys dug up
a few trunk novels and dusted them off.

Figured,
what the hell, right?

What are you
asking me, Marty?

Scribner wants
to publish a novel late winter.

What does that mean?

Pages with your name on them
by the end of the summer.

You're asking me
to write a novel in three months, Marty?

No, no, no.
You wouldn't have to turn in the manuscript

until end of September
or early October.

'Course that means
they'd really have to crash their production,

but they can do it.

The question is
whether or not you can do it.

So, what do you say?

Can you write your next novel
on this ridiculous schedule?

I can do it, Marty.

Attaboy, Mike.

Well, you get
clickety-clacking

on the next
Noonan blockbuster,

and I'm going to get
to gouging these guys for every penny they have,

for breaking your balls
and making you rush your next novel like this.

Okay, Marty,
that sounds good.

All right.

Oh, and do me a favor,
will ya?

Yeah?

Take it easy
on the drinking, will ya?

Yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.

(SIGHING)

(EXHALES DEEPLY)

You're not disappointed
in me, are you? Mmm?

Once for "yes,"
twice for "no."

Hmm?

MIKE: Last night
I dreamt I went to Dark Score Lake again.

(SHRILL SCREAMING)

Shh.

(WOMAN SOBBING HYSTERICALLY)

(BABY CRYING)

(WOMAN SCREAMING)

(PHONE RINGING)
(MOANS)

Yeah?

BILL: Mr. Noonan.

Yeah?

My name is Bill Dean,
from down on Dark Score Lake.

I was helping your wife
renovate the property

you inherited
a couple years back?

Okay.

The local kids
are getting wilder and wilder every year.

A bunch of them
snuck into your house the other night.

At least that's
the only thing I can think of happening.

Why? Why is that?

Well, it's the windows.

They're all broken
from the inside out.

Now I just wanted
to make sure

you'll approve the expenses
of getting them fixed.

This goes a little beyond
the normal caretaking your wife hired me for.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, sure.

Well, do whatever
it takes. Of course.

Listen, Mr. Dean,
how is the lake house?

I mean, apart from
the windows, of course.

She's fine. How come?

I was just thinking
of maybe getting away for a while, that's all.

You want me to
get it ready for an extended stay?

Yes.

Yes, let's...
Let's do that, Bill.

That would be great.
I appreciate it. Thank you.

She'll be ready
for you, Mr. Noonan.

I think it's a good idea,
don't you, Jo?

Once for "yes,"
twice for "no."

All right, let's go.

(GROANING)

Ooh.

(EXHALES)

(SHOWER RUNNING)

(RINGING)

(ROCK SONG PLAYING
ON CAR STEREO)

♪ Clouds of thunder
and lightning

♪ The ocean's level
with the moonrise ♪

AUTOMATED VOICE:
Now arriving at Dark Score Lake.

(TURNS OFF MUSIC)

(BREATHES DEEPLY)

Wake up, Jo.
(GASPS)

Last night I dreamt I went
to Dark Score Lake again.

(DOOR SLAMS)

Hello?

Mr. Noonan.

Bill Dean.

Oh. Good evening, Bill.

Yeah, please call me Mike.

I didn't mean
to scare you.

I just thought
you'd like someone here

to greet you
when you arrived.

Oh, thanks very much.
I appreciate it.

You look just like
your granddad, Harold.

I do?
Yup.

Can I help you
with your luggage?

Yeah, sure, sure.
I don't have much, but thank you.

Yeah, just put that
over there, Bill. Thanks.

Jo really did a lot of work
to the place, didn't she?

Yeah, she sure did.

(LAUGHS)

Bunter. Jo named him.

It's the first thing
we bought when we inherited the place.

Got it in a little antique
store outside of town.

When we got frisky here,

she said we were
ringing Bunter's bell.

(BOTH LAUGHING)

Look, I better be off.

Okay.

Oh. I left my number
on the fridge,

along with the number
of the local cleaning lady

your wife hired,
Brenda Meserve. Mmm-hmm.

Told her she ought
to come by tomorrow,

if that's okay with you.

Great, great.
Good night, now.

You bet.

Mr. Noonan.
Hmm?

I was awful sorry to
hear of Jo's passing.

Hmm. Right.

We all were.

People around here,
they really liked her, didn't they?

They did.

Well, good night,
Mr. Noonan.

Good night, Bill.

Good night, now.

(DOOR CLOSES)

(PLAYING)

(SIGHS)

Mmm.

JO: Come to me.

I have so much
to show you, Mike.

(KEYS JINGLING)

(SIGHS)

(BLUES MUSIC PLAYING)

Let's fire it up.

Hmm.

Come on now, something,
something, anything.

(YELLING) Something!
Come on!

Just give it to me!
Something!

Okay, Jo.

Tell me how to write.
Mmm?

Just tell me how
to write.

(BELL DINGS)

Bunter?

(BELL CONTINUES DINGING)

(CLEARS THROAT)

(SCOFFS)

Okay.

Okay, Bunter.
That's enough of that.

(DINGS)

(ALIVE PLAYING)

♪ There are clouds
on the horizon

♪ So take a breath here

♪ In the calm
before the storm

♪ If only for a moment

♪ Close your eyes
and feel the thunder

♪ You can't hide
or run for cover anymore

♪ It's time to take
a stand together, oh

♪ Hold on

♪ 'Cause the tide
is strong

♪ It can't erase
the fire in your eyes... ♪

(STOPS MUSIC)

Huh.

Greetings,
my dear lady.

Greetings,
my green lady.

Huh.

(EXHALES)

(SIGHS)

(SCRAPING)

(EXCLAIMS)

(GASPS)

Jo?

Is that you?

Once for "yes."

Twice for "no."

(BELL DINGS)

(LAUGHS)

Oh! Oh!

(SIGHS)

You're here,
aren't you, Jo?

Huh?

(BELL DINGS)

(LAUGHING)

(CONTINUES LAUGHING)

(SHRILL SCREAMING)

(GROANS)

(LOW RUMBLING)

(BELL RINGING RAPIDLY)

(SCREAMING)

(PANTING)

We're not alone,
are we, Jo? Huh?

(DOOR CREAKING OPEN)

Jo, are you there?

Hi. Who are you?

I'm sorry, Mr. Noonan.
Name's Brenda Meserve.

Your housekeeper?

I used the key
to let myself in.

Yes. (CHUCKLING NERVOUSLY)
Yes. Of course.

Oh, good.
Nice to meet you, Brenda. How are you?

Bill said he told you
I'd be coming by today

to clean the place up
for you.

I can come back
at a better time if you'd like.

Oh, no, no, no, no, no.
It's all fine.

I was just going
to head into town and get something to eat.

You're sure?
Oh, absolutely.

Any... Any suggestions?

Buddy Jellison's cafe,
right there on Main Street.

You can't go wrong
ordering the villageburger.

Good. Thank you very much.
Thanks for coming.

Hey! Hey! Come on!
Get out of the road!

Quick, get out of here!
Come on, come on!

What are you
doing out here?

Ky!

Ky? Is that your name?

Like Kya?
(SIGHS)

That's my mommy.

Sweetheart,
what were you thinking?

I wanted to go swimming.

Her name's Kya?

Kyra, but sometimes
I call her Ky.

(SOFTLY) Oh.

I'm Mattie Devore.

Hi, Mattie.

I'm not a bad mother.
I swear to God.

No, I didn't say you were.

Please don't mention
this to anybody.

We're, we're going through
a little bit of a hard time.

Yeah, well, I think it's
a little late for that.

Yeah.

Well, thanks for
saving my little girl.

I guess God
sent you here at the right time.

God's got
nothing to do with it.

I was just going
to Buddy Jellison's for a hamburger.

(LAUGHING)

This is a little
bit weird for me,

but you're one of
my favorite writers.

And I can't believe
you just showed up out of nowhere

and saved
my little girl!

Thank you.
And you know who I am?

Of course.

You inherited that house
on the lake,

but you haven't
been back since...

Yeah, since my wife died.

Yeah.

Well, you take care
of yourself now, okay?

Stay out of the road.
Nice to meet you, Mattie.

Nice to meet you.
Yeah.

Bye.
KYRA: Bye!

Bye, Kyra!

Hey.
Hey, you want a menu?

I was told to order
a villageburger.

One villageburger
coming right up.

What do you
want on it?

Everything.
And a local brew.

Grab a seat.
We'll bring it to you.

Thank you.

Villageburger, Aud!
And drag it through the garden.

(SIGHS)

See you made a new friend
this afternoon.

Yeah, yeah.
Two, actually.

I hear that
Mattie Devore can be

quite a dear
in the right position.

Yeah.

You hear a lot,
old-timer?

More than
you know, son.

Old don't mean dead.

Thank you.

You'd do well to
keep your distance

from Mattie Devore,
Mr. Noonan.

Uh-huh?

How do you know my name?

We don't see
a celebrity here every day.

Yes, well, I'm hardly
what you'd call a celebrity.

Well, we take
what we can get.

I'm really sorry
to hear about what happened to your wife.

Hmm.

She was a doll.

So when she'd
come in here and eat would she be alone?

I guess so.

Or sometimes with
Bill Dean and his wife,

sometimes with
Brenda Meserve,

and maybe another
friend or two.

"Another friend or two,"
huh? Yeah.

Maybe. Yeah.

Why are you so interested
in who your wife was eating with, Mr. Noonan?

Mike. Mike.
Just, just call me Mike.

I don't know,
I guess I'd just like to know

what life was like
for her here on Dark Score.

You know,
all those years that I couldn't make it up here.

So...

Anyway.

Mattie Devore,
she's a nice enough girl,

only she can be trouble.

That ain't fair, Buddy.

Mattie Devore's in trouble
and with the wrong people.

Person.

And who's that person?

Max Devore.

He's a mean old
son of a buck.

I mean, he owns that
big computer company.

Multi-millionaire.

Yeah, I think
I may have seen him yesterday afternoon

in the window of that
old resort up there.

Warrington's.
Yeah.

Yeah, that's the fella.
Mean old cuss.

He wants custody of
the little girl, Kyra.

And why would he want
to take his daughter's little girl away?

Daughter-in-law.

Mattie married
Devore's only son.

Devore had the boy
when he was 60-something

with some Vegas showgirl

who's no longer
in the picture, of course.

Oh, okay.

And so about
a year ago, Lance, that's Devore's son,

he goes a little
Dark Score crazy.

What does that mean?

He tried to drown
the little girl.

His own flesh and blood.

And Mattie ended up
killing Lance

just to protect
the little girl,

and ever since then,

Devore's made it his mission
to take Kyra away from her.

And what Max Devore wants,
Max Devore gets.

(FAINT LAUGHTER)

(CHUCKLES)

(LAUGHS)

(PHONE RINGING)

Hello?

MAX: Mr. Noonan?

Yes?

I understand you met
my daughter-in-law today.

Ah.

This must be Mr. Devore.

Yes, well,
it's a pleasure to meet you, sir.

I'm concerned
about my granddaughter.

I was told there was
an incident in the road today.

Uh-huh.

How did you
get my number?

You were seen
talking to them.

Yeah, I met a woman
and a little girl

on the road
this morning, yes.

I stopped to ask directions
to Buddy Jellison's cafe.

Don't lie to me,
Mr. Noonan.

Why are you protecting
my daughter-in-law?

Did she promise you
something? Hmm?

Listen to me,
Mr. Devore!

I don't like
your tone of voice,

and I don't know
how you got my number,

but you can shove it up
your ass, you understand?

(LAUGHS)

WOMAN:
♪ Sometimes I feel

♪ Like a motherless child

♪ Sometimes I feel

♪ Like a motherless child

♪ Sometimes I feel

♪ Like a motherless child

♪ A long way from home

♪ A long way from home

♪ Sometimes I feel
like I'm almost gone

♪ Sometimes I feel
like I'm almost gone Whew!

♪ Sometimes I feel

♪ Like I'm almost gone

♪ A long way from home

What in God's name...

♪ A long way from home

Sara Tidwell.

♪ A long way

♪ From home ♪

(NEXT SONG ON RECORD PLAYING)

♪ Frankie and Johnny
were sweethearts

♪ Oh, what a couple in love

♪ Swore to be true
to each other

♪ True as the stars above

♪ He was her man

♪ But he done her wrong

♪ Frankie went
down to the corner for a bucket of beer to buy

♪ The bartender told her

♪ That Johnny was making love

♪To Nellie Bly

♪ He was her man

♪ He was doing her wrong

♪ Frankie went home in a hurry

♪ She didn't go there for fun

♪ Frankie went home just to

♪ Get a hold of her old.44

♪ He was her man

♪ But he done her wrong

♪ And Frankie
peeked in on the party

♪ She got a surprise
when she saw

♪ Nellie and Johnny
were making love (CROWD CHEERING)

♪ Sipping something
through a straw She caught her man

♪ He was doing her wrong

♪ Johnny in a panic
mounted the staircase

♪ Screaming, oh, Frankie
please don't do it

♪ She pulled that trigger

♪ And rooty toot toot

♪ Three times she did shoot

♪ He was her man

♪ But he done her wrong

♪ Now this story
has no moral

♪ And this story
has got no end

♪ This story just goes
to show you women

♪ That there
ain't no good in men

♪ He was her man

♪ But he done her wrong ♪

(AUDIENCE CHEERING)

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Mr. Michael Noonan?

Uh-huh. That's me.

This is for you.

Just take it.

What is it?
A subpoena?

To appear in the offices
of Elmer Durgin,

attorney-at-law
and guardian ad litem of Kyra Devore.

And it's my duty to
remind you of the penalty

should you fail to...
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

I'll be there.

Let me give you
a piece of advice.

Don't mess
with Mr. Devore.

Or he'll squash me
like a bug?

I believe the script says,

"Let me give you
a piece of advice.

"Don't mess with Mr. Devore,
or he'll squash you like a bug."

That's right, you can
say stuff like that

because you're
the hotshot book writer.

That it?

(SIGHS)

I'll see you at
the deposition, Noonan.

Sounds good.

(EXHALES DEEPLY)

"Help R."

Help her?

Is that what you're
trying to say, Jo?

Help Mattie Devore?

(BELL DINGS)

(LAUGHS)

(BELL DINGS)

(BELL RINGING RAPIDLY)

(WIND BLOWING)

(WOMAN SCREAMING)

What?

(SCREAMING CONTINUES)

Sara Tidwell?

Is that you?

Sara?

Is that you?

I think we might
have company, Jo.

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

SARA:
♪ Lullaby and good night

♪ With roses bedight

♪ Creep into thy bed
(DOOR CREAKING OPEN)

♪ There pillow thy head

♪ If God will thou shalt wake

♪ When the morning doth break

♪ If God will thou shalt wake

♪ When morning doth break

♪ If God will thou shalt wake

♪ Lullaby and good night

♪ For the sandman is coming

♪ Bright angels are near

♪ So sleep without fear

♪ Lay thee down now and rest

♪ May thy slumber be blessed

♪ Lay thee down now and rest

♪ May thy slumber be blessed

♪ Lay thee down now and rest

♪ Lullaby and good night

♪ For the sandman is coming

♪ Bright angels are near

♪ So sleep without fear

♪ Lay thee down now and rest

♪ May thy slumber be blessed

♪ Lay thee down
now and rest... ♪

You didn't think you
and your wife were alone, did you, baby?

You want me,
just like all them boys.

What boys?

You'll see, baby.

You'll see.

(LAUGHING)
(GASPS)

(IN FOREIGN ACCENT)
We have ways of making you talk.

Help her.

Who? Mattie?

And write.

You have to write.

I can't.

I can't write
without you, Jo.

I'll help you now.

I promise.

(SIGHS)

There's only death
out there.

SARA:
♪ Meet me tonight

♪ In dreamland ♪

I still love my wife.

Then you should
do what she says.

Didn't she tell you
to help me?

That's not
what she meant.

You have no idea
what Jo meant.

No idea.

♪ Meet me in dreamland... ♪

(SCREAMS)

All will be revealed.

(GASPS)

State your name
for the record.

Michael Noonan.

As you know,
I'm Kyra Devore's guardian ad litem.

You know what
that means, Mr. Noonan?

You've been
appointed by the judge

to decide
what's best for Kyra,

should a custody trial
become necessary.

ELMER: Very good.

And the judge would not,
in such a case,

be required to
base his decision on my conclusions.

But that's usually
what happens.

(WHEELCHAIR WHIRRING)

Sorry to be late, Elmer.

George had
trouble getting here.

Let's turn to
your first meeting

with Mattie and Kyra Devore
on the highway, shall we?

Sure.

ELMER: Kyra Devore
was all alone.

Her mother wasn't
with her, right?

That's a poorly-phrased
question,

but I suppose
the answer is yes.

I'm flattered to have
my grammar corrected by a best-selling author.

Is this
a better-phrased question?

You could have
run Kyra Devore over

'cause she was playing
in the middle of the road, correct?

The phrasing
isn't better, no.

And my answer is
absolutely not.

I was driving
the speed limit.

I saw Kyra
in plenty of time.

So it's your experience
that most people obey

the speed limit on
that stretch of the road?

I haven't spent
that much time

on Dark Score Lake.
I can't say.

Even in your
limited experience,

do you think that
most people obey

the speed limit
on that road, Mr. Noonan?

I haven't done
a traffic survey. Sorry.

Okay, Mr. Noonan.
Then answer me this.

If you hadn't carried
Kyra Devore to safety,

isn't it possible that
she could've been hit by another car?

Just wait.

MIKE: You know what?

I left my crystal ball
at home.

I really can't say.

I'd like to remind you
you're under oath, Mr. Noonan.

I'd like to remind you that
I answered your question, leading as it was.

Under oath.

Let me ask you
a question, Mr. Durgin.

If you're on
Kyra Devore's side,

why does it actually seem
that you're working for Max Devore?

(BANGS GAVEL)

This meeting
is adjourned.

(CLEARS THROAT)

This isn't over yet,
Noonan.

Oh, thank God, Max.

It's just starting
to get fun.

I couldn't agree more.
(CHUCKLES)

Mike!

Hi.

Thank you!

Yeah.
It's my pleasure. Really.

I have to pick up Kyra
from day care.

Would you like to
walk me to my car?

Sure.

Why not?

So are you working
on a new book?

Yeah.

Oh, my God,
I'm so lame.

That must be the most
annoying question,

right up there with,
"Where do you get your ideas from?"

That is
an annoying question.

The one about
working on a new book?

Well, that's just...

Writer's block?

Mmm.

Yeah.

My next book,
the one that's coming out this winter...

Yeah, I know about it.
Red-Shirt Man, right?

Yeah.

I wrote that book
over a decade ago.

It's a trunk novel,

a book I never thought
should see the light of day.

I passed it off
to my agent

as a new novel
just to keep my little...

...dilemma a secret.

Nobody knows
it's an old book?

Nobody but you.

Well, your secret's
safe with me, sir.

(LAUGHS)

My agent,
my little agent Marty,

after he read
the first couple of pages, he called me up and...

(LAUGHING)

You know what he...

You know what he said?
What?

This is the best thing
I've written in years.

Well, call it
classic Michael Noonan.

Yeah, you could do.

Marty would, you know.
But Marty lies.

All the time.

He always wants to
say the right thing, but says the wrong thing.

Thomas Hardy said that,

"Compared to
the dullest human being walking on the earth,

"the most brilliantly
drawn character in any novel

"is nothing more
than a bag of bones."

The only problem
is that sometimes I feel like

nothing more than
a bag of bones myself.

A bag of bones
without the energy or the talent

to do what I thought
I was born to do.

I...

I don't think
I can write anymore.

You miss her a lot,
don't you?

Yeah.

I saw her once.
She was very beautiful.

Where did you see her?

At Warrington's.

I was a waitress there.

And I was working a shift
with my friend Laurie Wilton,

and I saw her,
and I said,

"There's Mrs. Noonan,
the writer's wife. Isn't she pretty?"

I think Laurie
was more interested

in the guy your wife
was sitting with. (LAUGHS)

What guy?

He was just a guy.

Did I say
something wrong?

Yeah, I mean,
who was the guy having dinner with my wife?

I'm... I'm sorry.
I...

No, it's okay.
It's okay, it's okay.

It's just...
I'm sorry.

It's just...
(CLEARS THROAT)

After Jo died,

I found out
she was pregnant.

Oh, my God,
I'm such an idiot.

No, no.
It's not your fault.

It's just messy.
Complicated.

Plus the fact
I keep thinking that Jo...

That she brought me here.
Jo brought me here.

After she died,
she brought you here?

For a reason.

Like what?

I don't know...

Yet.

Crazy, right?
(LAUGHING)

Not to me.

Yeah, well, maybe
she did bring me here

so she could
finally tell me what...

...she was doing here.

Or maybe it's to
get you to write again.

Yeah.

Maybe you're right.

Okay.

(SIGHS)

There you are.

Look at you.

Just look at you.

(CHUCKLES)

All right.

Let's just
move that there.

There you go.

There you go.

(EXHALES)

"She lit a cigarette

"and took a long drag.

"What I saw made me

"feel like screaming."

It made me feel
like screaming.

It made me feel
like screaming.

Thank you, Jo.

I always said
I couldn't write without you.

I just had to find you.

I just had to find you.

(UKULELE PLAYING)

(MUMBLING INDISTINCTLY)

Yeah.

(PRINTER WHIRRING)

Twenty-nine pages.
Holy shit!

God, I'm good.

Oh, yeah.

(SIGHS)

Thank you, Jo.

(WATER SPLASHING)

What the...

Help!
Help, I'm drown... (SCREAMING)

Help, I'm drown...

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