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HENRY: Where is he?
PANGBORN: Who?

HENRY: My father.
PANGBORN: They moved 'em

to a yard up in Bangor by the airport.

HENRY: Did she even know
what she was signing for?

What else you been signing for, Alan?

Oh, the sheets.

Your mom's been leaving food out
for the neighborhood mutt.

We buried it, New Year's Day, truck.

RUTH: It's like I opened the book
and all the pages...

Someone tore them out.

- (SHOUTS) Mom!
- RUTH: Rearranged them.

(GASPS)

PANGBORN:
I bought her a ring in '91.

Eventually I moved back.

Then I get a phone call.

Somebody heard gunfire up
at your mom's place.

Gunfire?

Your mother came to the door.

Threw her arms around me,
begged me, "Don't leave."

If I tell you something,
can you keep your mouth shut?

RUTH:
Life used to go in one direction.

But somehow I got off it.

Ruthie.

RUTH: The neurologist said,
"Find a coping mechanism."

And I have.

One for every room in the house.

(TABLETS SPILLING)

RUTH: Damn it!

You're back.

PANGBORN: Ruth.

Ruthie!

Ruthie!

(FOOTSTEPS RUNNING)

(PANTING)

(GUN COCKING)

(EXCLAIMING)

(CLANGING)

PANGBORN: Lady on the Internet says
they were made by Vikings,

- so I figured...
- (EXCLAIMING EXCITEDLY)

RUTH: Oh, the Lewis Chessmen?

You know, the originals,

they were carved out of walrus ivory
by the wife of a priest.

Margaret the Adroit.

You're still the smartest person I know.

Well, smart enough to know what you're up to.

Come on.

Nope, come on, this way.

What else did the Internet teach you?

That chess is good for the demented brain?

We got any champagne around this house?

ANNOUNCER: (ON TV)
...here's one more last-minute resolution.

If you're on the road today

you'll want to steer clear of
the turnpike from Portland to Augusta.

Oh, where'd you run off to?

I splurged, $30 Japanese steaks.

What is it?

Nothing. Be back in two shakes.

Set up those chessmen.

It'll let you slaughter me after dinner.

(DOG WHIMPERING)

(DOG WHIMPERING)

Ruthie, wait in the house.

Did you call the veteran...

(GASPS)

The clinic on South Reserve?

He doesn't need a vet.

SOB came out of nowhere.

She.

MAN 1: Ma'am?

She's not a son of a bitch, she's a bitch.

(DOG WHIMPERING)

(CLEARS THROAT)

We going somewhere?

It's for Puck.

Puck was your boy's dog.

Used to leave
dead squirrels on your pillow

like hotel mints, remember?

That dog out there's
just a neighborhood stray.

I know that.

(TEARFULLY) Did I ever tell you about
what happened to Puck?

I came home one day and...

She was just gone.

Matthew said, she must have run off...

(TEARFULLY) But I found a box of poison in the trash.

You have no idea.

What?

What he was capable of.

I used to see turkey vultures

wheeling around the sky out back

over the woods. (WHISPERS)
But I was too chickenshit to go look.

(CRYING SOFTLY)

The thought of her out there picked apart.

No one to bury her.

And you think burying one dog
pays a debt on the other.

(PUCK BARKING)

(PANTING)

(BARKING)

HENRY:
They can't do that without our permission.

PANGBORN: Your mother gave it.

And nobody thought
to pick up the phone and call me?

Did she even know
what she was signing for?

You signed for her.

PANGBORN: I deposited the
distress settlement for her, too.

What else you been signing for, Alan?

Oh, the sheets.

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

DOCTOR VARGAS:
Okay, dear. Almost done.

Few minutes ago I read a list of words

and asked you to repeat them.

Can you repeat them back to me now?
Any order you like.

(GASPS)

RUTH: Someone sent you flowers.

The mouse ran up the...

DOCTOR VARGAS: No hints.
PANGBORN: I'm just...

- Give her one, they'll all come back.
- Clock. Remember.

DOCTOR VARGAS: Please, sir,

if you wouldn't mind just waiting outside.

PANGBORN:
Yeah I would mind, dear.

Do you know how fucking
condescending that sounds?

She has a PhD. Brain the size of Portland.

(PANGBORN CHUCKLES)

But it's sick, Alan.

Alzheimer's.

Why won't anyone use that word?

DOCTOR VARGAS: There's no
diagnostic test for Alzheimer's.

Confirmation is made postmortem

by examining the brain
for plaques and other hallmarks.

Postmortem?

Let's get the fuck out of here.
We're going to Dartmouth.

DOCTOR VARGAS: Doesn't matter what we call it.
These things move in one direction.

Higher order functions
become more challenging.

Your ability to exercise
reason and judgment,

manage finance, drive a car,
planning and problem-solving.

Confusion with time and space.

Confusion with time and space.

- She slips up.
- And reading...

The face of my own son.

DOCTOR VARGAS:
We can medicate the anxiety,

and help you develop systems,
coping mechanisms.

But given the accident,

I think it's time to consider
other living arrangements.

Listen, that brain doctor...

I don't care how many degrees
she's got on her fucking wall...

Don't make me wash your mouth out.

I knocked on that door.

After 14 years,
you remember what you said?

Don't leave.

See? It's all still up there.

Listen, after I get you settled,
I got some business to take care of.

When I come back, I'm not going anywhere,

and neither are you.

We're going to fix you up as good as new.

Yeah, I just...
I just need a system, that's all.

RUTH:
They will not find their way back home,

and we will be rid of them.

'I refuse, ' said the man.

'How can I bring myself to abandon
my own children alone in the woods?

Wild animals would tear them to pieces.'

'You fool, ' said the wife.

'Then all four of us will starve.'

The clever boy filled
his jacket pockets with pebbles,

as many as he could fit.

He would use the stones
to lay a trail through the forest..."

Older than he was, when?

Ever.

Is that why you're here?

I was thinking about
when you turned seven.

I made a big batch of
that buttercream frosting.

That was before we knew
about your lactose thing.

Never seen a cake disappear
and reappear that fast. (CHUCKLES)

You probably don't remember that.

PANGBORN: Magic 101.

This is called the French drop.

This is called palming.

Either holding it
with the creases of your palm,

or what I prefer to do is do a thumb palm.

RUTH: Why do all magic tricks
sound pornographic? (LAUGHS)

I don't know,
'cause they're invented by virgins.

Here, you try it.

Give it a shot. Go ahead.

Stick your...
That's it, you sell it with your thumb.

Now just drop it down gently, there.

Great, great. Yeah!

You got it.

You got the French drop.

Now all you got to work on is palming.

(LAUGHING) What palming?

(KNOCK ON DOOR)

HENRY: Mom?

Picked up a hitchhiker.

Oh!

Come over here and give me a hug.

Oh, look at you.

Look at you.

How old is this turkey?

So they dug him up just to stick him
back in the ground again?

Is that a thing up here?

Ask your father.

"Behold, I will tell you a mystery.

Not all will sleep
but all will be changed,

in a moment,

MATTHEW: in the twinkling of an eye,
at the last trumpet.

For the trumpet will sound,

and the dead will be raised, imperishable,

and we will all be changed.

For this perishable
must put on the imperishable,

and this mortal must put on immortality.

But when this perishable
put on the imperishable,

and this mortal put on immortality, then

will come about the saying
that is written.

Death is swallowed up in victory."

Hymn 114. "O God, Our Help in Ages Past."

(CONGREGATION SINGING
"O GOD, OUR HELP IN AGES PAST")

"Swallowed up in victory.

Encore."

Mom, I've got lunch under control.
You should stay off your feet.

I thought you were the only one there.

Who are the programs for?

Church printed 'em up.

They're going to have
some recycling to do.

I'm serious, Mom. It's turkey and bread.

Well, you better make his a double.

You want to be an astronaut,
you're gonna need meat on your bones.

HENRY: Nah, we're past that.

These days he's all about graphic design.

You oughta show her your drawings.

RUTH: I could have sworn
we buried him in that suit.

HENRY: Buried who?

Your father.

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATION)

The blanket.

I made tuna fish salad.

You can say grace,

pray for a mother who feeds you Doritos.

We'll let the woods say grace today.
Come on, sit, sit.

What is that?

Matthew?

I've had a beautiful experience.

And I want to share it with you.

Do you know what the psalms say
about taking your own life?

Matthew.

He's fine.

It's stealing.

MATTHEW:
Because your life belongs to God.

There was a Japanese soldier,
World War II.

His masters tell him,
whatever happens don't surrender,

don't take your own life.

So he hides out
on an island in the Philippines.

Leaflets fall from the sky,
telling him the war is over.

The empire's dead, his masters are dead.

But he doesn't believe them.

He kept fighting FDR until 1974.

Let's go home.
I have chicken in the fridge.

You look at this town, the suffering.

You wonder, where was God?

Maybe the leaflets fell from the sky
but you didn't believe them. So...

I took a drive to the Walmart,

in Farmington,
and I took a walk here in the woods

where no one would have to
clean it up and I told God

that I couldn't live without proof.

And I fit the end
in to my ear like this...

RUTH: Matthew...

And I heard it.

What?

God.

His voice.

I think we should call Dr. Pierce.

This has nothing to do with Dr. Pierce.

He scraped all that out of me,
I'm healthy.

Just for a scan.
God helps those who help themselves.

They said watch out for symptoms.
Headaches. Ringing in the ears...

MATTHEW: This wasn't a ringing.

Saul heard it on the road to Damascus.

Knocked him flat on his back.
When he got up again, wasn't Saul.

He was Paul.

I can hear it now.

Can you?

No.

We'll just sit here and be quiet.

HENRY: It's a work thing.

You two okay for a couple of hours?

WENDELL: We're good.

COMPUTERIZED VOICE: Front door open.

WENDELL: So, what's the deal
with all the missing pieces?

Grandma?

You're not having a stroke, are you?

If I tell you something,

can you keep your mouth shut?

See, I can get lost in the past.
These are my bread crumbs.

If I find a chess piece in the icebox,

well, I know it's now.

Not then.

And I can find my way out of the woods.

(CHUCKLES)
You think your grandma is a fruitcake.

No. You're a time walker.

Have you ever heard of
Catacomb Drifter or Thief of Destiny?

Um, there's 12 levels. I mean, for now.

You know,
they keep adding expansion packs.

Oh, shit.

Got it.

How do you win?

It's not a game, exactly.

It never ends.

Anyway, time walkers

are the most powerful
'cause they're the only avatars

that can actually kill the dead.

The dead, they're everywhere. See.

And, you know, they're pissed off,

because we're alive and they're not.

You got to stay sharp
cause they can change their skin.

Sometimes they even look like your allies.

Look, there goes another.

See, what makes it so hard

is that no one stays dead,
when you kill them, I mean...

Unless you're a time walker.

Theoretically, you could just
kill your nemesis

and fix the whole timeline.

But you got to stay sharp.

(SIGHS)

COMPUTERIZED VOICE: Back door open.

You're back.

MATTHEW: Go to bed, Ruth.

MATTHEW: For the trumpet will sound,

and the dead will be raised, imperishable,

and we will all be changed...

...must put on immortality.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER ON TV)

ANNOUNCER: (ON TV)...reporting a suspected
arson at Juniper Hill's Hospital

with 14 confirmed dead.

The suspect, considered dangerous.

Police have released a photo
but not a name.

REPORTER: Now you can see the smoke
billowing from the rooftop...

RUTH: Matthew.

HENRY: Are you living or dead?

RUTH: Oh, long dead. Ancient history.

(HENRY CHUCKLES)

What's your name? The badass
avenger chick from Gisla Saga...

Thordis.

RUTH: Oh, you are your mother's son.

Okay. Got one.

RUTH: Okay. Who are you?

I'm smaller than a teacup.

Hmm...

Smaller than a teacup.

You say your prayers?

Yeah.

MATTHEW: Did you?

Good man.

He's a little old for that, isn't he?

Watching you take a bath.

Oh, he wasn't... I'm his mother.

It's not blood. It's different.

What did you do with the gun?
I don't want it in the house.

God helps those who help themselves.

Can't rely on the sheriff
to keep our family safe.

- Matthew...
- MATTHEW: Top drawer in the dresser,

and before you tell me it's irresponsible,

the bullets are locked away.

He'll never find them.

(SIGHS)

WENDELL: Theoretically,
you could just kill your nemesis.

Fix the whole timeline.

Locked away. Locked away.

MATTHEW: The bullets are locked away.
He'll never find them.

(DOORBELL RINGING)

(KNOCK ON DOOR)

Is Henry here?

No.

(KNOCKING)

MOLLY: Mrs. Deaver, I think he's lost,
or in trouble.

I need to find him.

COMPUTERIZED VOICE: Front door open.

When are we?

Okay, Mrs. Deaver, it's important.

I think that something terrible
is going to happen.

(WHISPERS) It's happened.

I saw you in my bedroom.

You were just a little girl.

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

No. You did right.

But it didn't take...

He's back...

In the present, not the past.

But I'm going to fix it.

("BLUE MOON" PLAYING)

Did you hang that picture
in the dining room?

That's where it belongs, isn't it?

I found it in the shed.

Remember this?

("BLUE MOON" CONTINUES PLAYING)

RUTH: Who bought it?

You don't know?

I want to know if you know.

Your husband.

They played it at your wedding.

Upstairs, the old safe...

What's the combination?

Your birthday.

(SIGHS)

I feel light in the head.

Would you make me something to eat?

Grandma, what's he doing here?

When is the last time
I bought you a present?

I want you to walk down the hill,

take a taxi to the mall in Chester's Mill,

and let's make up for lost time.

Yeah, I don't think I should
leave you alone with that dude...

I'm your grandmother.
I don't need a babysitter.

(WHISPERS) Go on.

Go on.

COMPUTERIZED VOICE: Front door open.

Where did the boy go?

Oh.

He must be around here someplace.

He went out the front door.
You were just talking to him.

Was I?

Why don't you lie down,

if you feel lightheaded?

Good idea.

On the sofa.

I think it's best
if you stay where I can see you,

given your condition.

You're gonna make it.
Although you should be sick.

Out in the rain
with no jacket or shoes on.

It's 98.9. That's a fever, right?

Quiz or essay?

I've been a teacher long enough to
know what playing hooky looks like.

Can you just tell him I need to rest?

Your father? He loves you, Henry.

He does.

It's just...

He was sick before
you came to live with us.

Headaches, see things that weren't there.

It's called Glioma.
It's a growth in the brain.

But God saved him.

I know it's scary hearing your father
talk about hurting himself but...

I'm going to take him to Boston

for another scan
and he's going to be just...

No, he won't go.

He says that you think he's sick
but he's not.

And if he was, he could just pray it away.

What were you doing outside,
in the rain with no shoes on?

Did your father send you out there?

We okay?

(PUCK WHINES)

Fine, just uh, Henry's got a fever.

Is that right?

You'd better rest up then.

He was teaching me.

Listen, just tell him you hear it.

God's voice or whatever.

Just tell him what he wants to hear.

(KNOCK ON DOOR)

PANGBORN: Mrs. Deaver.

Sorry for the wait.

Cute.

But, you know, lost pets
aren't really my department.

Henry loves that dog.

(SIGHS) She's got no tags.

Matthew couldn't stand the jingling.

Is that really why you're here?

I'm not sure if you want to talk
to your sheriff or your...

I don't know what I am.

(SIGHS)

My friend.

Well...

You say he's never raised a hand,

so there's no legal avenue.

That's the badge talking.

As a friend,

I have some other ideas.

How would that look?

Minister's wife
takes up with widowed sheriff?

No. Not in this town.

Fuck this town.

Pardon my language.

You go buy yourself a road atlas.

Put your finger down wherever you like.

Texas, Vancouver.
We'll make a fresh start.

(SIGHS) Alan, I can't leave.

Matthew?

You said yourself
he's not the man you married.

No. I can't leave Henry.

I don't want you to leave your son.

All you need to do is pack the suitcase.

(DOOR OPENS)

Oh, sorry, I didn't know...

I was just leaving anyway.

Thank you, Sheriff.

Did I ever tell you about
what happened to Puck?

Matthew said she must have run off...

But I found a box of poison in the trash.

I always wondered.

What did he do?

(SHOUTING) Puck!

I used to see turkey vultures

wheeling around the sky out back

over the woods.
But I was too chickenshit to go look.

The thought of her out there picked apart.

Nobody to bury her.

MATTHEW: Over hard.

THE KID: Isn't that how you like them?

Thank you.

("TIME" PLAYING)

THE KID: I found these in the garbage.

It's a sedative.

God helps those who help themselves.

It's better this way.

The two of us.

When I was younger,

every night after dinner I had a ritual.

You know what it was?

You'd take a bath.

Now why in heaven did I ever give that up?

I could draw one for you.

RUTH: Would you?

Mmm-hmm.

(FAUCET SQUEAKS)

(WHISPERS) One...

Twenty-two...

Forty-nine.

THE KID: Ruth? Where'd you go?

Ruth.

Ruth, where'd you go?

Where'd you go, Ruth?

(RECORD SKIPS AND REPEATS)

Ruth.

Ruth, where'd you go?

(RECORD CONTINUES TO SKIP)

Ruth.

THE KID: Ruth.

Where did you go?

Are you there?

RUTH: Who are you?

THE KID: I'm smaller than a teacup.

(EXCLAIMING)

(GASPING)

You're still young. You'll remarry.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER CONTINUES)

It was a lovely wedding.

(PANTING)

(DOOR OPENS)

PANGBORN:
I don't want you to leave your son.

All you need to do is pack the suitcase.

RUTH: No.

Leave him.

Just leave him.

Please.

(CRYING SOFTLY) Just leave him.

(SIGHS HEAVILY)

(DOG SNARLING)

Ruth.

((INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Alan.

Who's in there?

Is it me?

I'm so sorry.

(SNIFFLES)

RUTH: Where in God's name have you been?

I woke up and you were gone.

He's got a fever, Matthew.
You're going to kill him out there.

Just go to bed, Ruth.

This ends right now.

Tomorrow morning
I'm taking you to see Dr. Vargas.

Whatever you thought you heard out there...

Henry heard it, too.

Is he sick?

He told you what you wanted to hear
because I told him to.

If I'd known
you were going to drag him out

all hours of the night
chasing God knows what...

MATTHEW: Is that right?

Do you know what false witness is?

Yes, your mother told you
to lie to me or yes...

I heard it.

RUTH: Henry.

MATTHEW: Good man.

- Henry...
- Go to your room.

Tell him the truth.

It's not your job to protect me.
It's my job to protect you. (SHOUTING)

You'd hear it, too,
if you just knew how to listen.

You killed his dog, didn't you?

I know you did.

I can put up with a lot
but I will not let you hurt Henry.

I'm taking him away, tonight.

My bag is packed.

No, you won't.

You never do.

What are you talking about?

Who's Dr. Vargas?

What?

"We'll go see Dr. Vargas tomorrow."

Who's Dr. Vargas?

Somebody gave her carnations,
do you remember that?

She's my... What do you call it?

Neurologist. Yours, not mine.

And you can't leave because you didn't.

And you can't leave because you didn't.

You're sick, Matthew.
You've lost touch with reality.

Says the woman
that's arguing with her dead husband.

Why don't you just ask me
what you really want to know?

Where are the bullets?

But I can't help you
because I'm not me, I'm you,

and you can't remember.

I should have taken the gun
and shot you in your sleep.

Why?

To protect our (SHOUTS) son.

Well, it's a little late for that,
isn't it?

I mean, what did you ever do for Henry?

Nothing, because you were too chickenshit.

- (SHOUTING) I packed a bag.
- And then you unpacked it.

Clothes back in the drawers,
gun back in the linen closet.

The suitcase.

What?

(WHISPERS) I packed the bullets.

I never unpacked them.

(DOG BARKING)

(DOG BARKING)

(SHUDDERING)

(SIGHS)

MATTHEW:
Do you know what false witness is?

He was Paul, he wasn't Saul.

Because your life belongs to God.

Belongs to God.

Before you tell me it's irresponsible.

The bullets are locked away.

He'll never find them.

But I can't help you,

because I'm not me.

And I fit the end in to my ear like this.

It wasn't ringing.

I've had a beautiful experience.

You'd hear it, too,
if you just knew how to listen.

Says the woman
who's arguing with her dead husband.

Nothing, because you were too chickenshit.

(GUNSHOTS)

(SIGHS)

(GASPING WEAKLY)

(CRYING)

(DOORBELL RINGS)

Ruth.

Hi, it's me, Alan.

I moved back from New Hampshire
a few months...

Maybe you knew that.

(PANGBORN SNIFFLES) Ah.

So, Del Bonsaint called,

said he heard gunshots
up on North Prospect.

I could be dead in the ground,

folks would still ring me
when they need a policeman. (CHUCKLES)

So I figured that uh, I'd check and see
if you needed one.

A cop.

(PANGBORN CLEARS THROAT)

Ruth. It's 'cause of you.

That's why I came back.

(INHALES DEEPLY)

I know it's not fair to put this
on you after all these years,

and if you want me to I'll go right now.

No. Please, don't leave.

Please, don't leave.

I'm not going anywhere.

English - SDH