All language subtitles for Virginia Minnesota 2019.en

[LIGHT MYSTERIOUS AMBIENCE]

ADDISON:
So the legend is pretty well
known. Bound for safe harbor,

the Viking captain sailed Lake
Superior with his only daughter,

sharing with her the many
wonders and the legends of the

great lake. But a terrible storm
hit and the ship went down. The

little girl was separated from
her father, drifting away on a

piece of the ship's debris. The
Viking washed up on Encampment

Island, alone and devastated.
And the little girl was rescued,

taken in by a native tribe that
brought her in as one of
their own.

Convinced his daughter was
still alive, the Viking rebuilt

his ship.

And with strength and fierce
determination, he set out

to find her.

But the years pass
by with no sign of his daughter.

[THUNDER RUMBLING]

Mad with grief, the Viking threw
his compass into the waters,

destined to forever circle the
infinite lake. But the compass

found its way to shore, found
its way to his lost daughter.

The lost daughter showed her
compass to the Ojibwe mother who

told her it was a sign. Her
father was still out there,

still alone, still searching.
One day, her dream of being

[TRIUMPHANT MUSIC]

[WAVES CRASHING]

[BELL TOLLS]

[CLASSICAL MUSIC CONTINUES]

[BOAT CLATTERING]

[DOORKNOB CREAKS]

[FLOORBOARD CREAKS]

LYLE:
Virginia!

[SEABIRDS SQUAWKING]

[CALM GUITAR MUSIC]

MAN:
¶Played a show in South
Dakota, leave 6:00 AM from¶

¶Minnesota, and I was hoping you
wanna go. Just pack the bags¶

¶and I'll pack the van. Ain't
got no destination, ain't got¶

¶no plan. But where we going,
it's halfway to the coast. Now¶

¶with the passing semis left and
right, highways lit by the soft¶

¶moonlight and then she sleeps,
I drive on through the night¶

¶till the morning when my
baby takes the wheel.¶

¶South Dakota, Nebraska, and
Cheyenne, Utah, no difference¶

¶between the sky
and land--¶

[CLATTERING NOISES]

Is that Mister?

MISTER:
Hello. My name is
Mister, the wandering robot.

Could I trouble
you for a ride?

I follow him on Instagram.
People think he's dead

because he hasn't
posted in a while.

LYLE:
Yeah, well, he's not, so...

MISTER:
Not all those
who wander are lost.

Can I take him next?
-No.

Aren't you supposed to
pass him off to other people?

[GUITAR FADES OUT]

[LIGHT TRAFFIC SOUNDS]

Bye.

MISTER:
Goodbye and thank you
for the lift. I will send you

a postcard
from the Windy City.

[ENGINE STALLS]

[EAGLE SOUND]

Dude, you're pitiful.

MISTER:
Hello. My name is
Mister, the wandering robot.

Could I trouble you for a ride?

You're gonna have to
come up with something to talk

about because I am
fresh out of ideas.

Would you like to hear a joke?

I know all of your jokes.

Lake Superior.
French, Lac-Superieur.

Yeah, I know where we are.

The lake is shared
by Canada's Ontario and

the United States--
-Stop. Shut down. Off.

[GUITAR MUSIC]

[ENGINE REVS]

MISTER:
The Ojibwe called
the lake Gichigami--

LYLE:
SHUT UP.

¶TRAVELING THROUGH THE
GRAVEYARD WITH A SUITCASE FULL¶

¶OF SPARKS, HONEY I'M JUST
TRYING TO FIND MY WAY TO YOU.¶

¶LIT UP EVERY CAMPFIRE I
FOUND OUT IN THE DARK¶

¶OH I CUT DOWN ALL THE
COTTONWOODS¶

[GUITAR STRUMMING]

¶I PICKED UP ALL THE ARROWHEADS¶

¶OFF THE BUFFALO
TRAILS OF THE INDIANS¶

¶THE OKLAHOMA SKY...WAS
CUTTING THROUGH¶

¶ALONG THE TRACKS
WITH THE RUNAWAY¶

¶HE JUST TALKS AND
TALKS AND TALKS¶

¶HONEY I'M JUST TRYING
TO FIND MY WAY TO YOU¶

[BIRDS CHIRPING]

This won't take long.

[EMOTIONAL STRINGS MUSIC]

[GATE SQUEAKS OPEN]

[BIRD SQUAWKS]

HILLMAN:
Hey, Lyle.

She, um, she died two
or three years ago. But she made

it to 31 years old, which is
pretty good for a horse, if you

ask me. I think it might have
been a tick bite, but the

autopsy was inconclusive.

Which, of course, is a joke.

LYLE:
Hillman.

-Oh, you're going up...
-Yeah, I'm up top I guess.

Okay.

Oh, Hillman Sterling IV,
or V, whichever it was.

Well, still III,
believe it or not.

You don't still have a crush on
me, do you? 'Cause that was,

like, 15 years ago.

I was finally able to move on.
I'm now a married man.

There's no ring on your finger.

Hmm? Oh.

I lost a ton of weight recently.

Oh. Sorry. I didn't
mean to--I didn't mean to laugh.

-No, it's okay. You can laugh.
-But--but you look good.

-A lot of people did.

You look good.
Your wife's a lucky woman.

Yeah.

Do you, do you
ever tell her how you used to

spy on me in the shower?

I never did that.

Every summer, you'd come visit
and you would take the spoon and

you'd slide it under the
bathroom door just hoping to get

a glimpse of naked Lyle.

I happen to drop the spoon.

It just slid
under the bathroom door.

You dropped the spoon a lot.

Okay.

The polished stuff like from
the dining hall spoon rack.

Okay.

Sorry to hear about your aunt.

Well, she wasn't a very nice
woman, but thank you.

You know, I was kind of
surprised that she would

mention me.

In the will, yeah.
Yeah. I wasn't even in there.

No, I wasn't. All four of you
girls were in there, which

is--which is fine, but, legally,
we can't open the whole thing

until you're all present.

And where are they?

Brooke and Nakoda should
be landing about now.

Still inseparable?

Yeah. Yeah.
Sisters from another--

--huh, how does that phrase go?

And Addison?

Well, she told me she'd be here.
I'm just waiting to hear back.

I can't hang out all weekend
just hoping that she shows up.

I--I've got to be at a job
interview on Monday.

No, she'll be here.
Just give her a chance.

[SLOW PIANO MUSIC]

MISTER:
See you next fall.

BROOKE: Lyle!

Are you kidding
me right now? Check this out.

How gross is this?

NAKODA:
She would be, right?

Thank you. Hi.

Oh, you're so pretty. Oh!

What?

BROOKE:
Larsmont Bluff Home for Girls
Education Plus - Live and Learn

in a nurturing place
of respect and trust.

¶DOLARHYDE
STEPS OUT ON AN OLD¶

Do you remember
the song the colonel

used to play before
we'd go to bed?

I just remember Moira
screaming at him for

keeping us up past bedtime.

He said I was like
a daughter once.

Aww, that's because
you were his favorite.

Always acting like you were
interested in that stupid car.

It's a '55 Packard.
I was interested.

You were the favorite because
you were the tattletale.

I was not a tattletale.
I was responsible.

Spit that out!

I wasn't gonna swallow.

That's disgusting.

BROOKE:
You're disgusting.

NAKODA: You're disgusting.
BROOKE: You're, disgusting!

[EMOTIONAL STRING MUSIC]

What is it?

Hmm. To Virginia.

To Virginia.

To Virginia.

Best little sister we
could have asked for.

Meh--I have to pee again.

Where did you get that wine?

From your dead aunt.

Come on, guys.

Loosen up, man. How much stuff
do you even have in your butt?

Up my butt you mean, "in my
butt" doesn't make any sense.

Did you hear from Addison yet?

Yeah.

Um, she said she's not coming.

BROOKE:
Oh. Called it.

Call her again.
I'll talk to her.

I tried. Her phone's off.

Can't we just open the
will and pretend she was here?

Yeah. Lyle, will let
you watch her in the shower.

I will.

No. That--I can't do that.

Watch her in
the shower, since when?

Tomorrow morning, we can
call Addison and see if--

I don't have until
tomorrow morning.

Well, I don't know what to tell
you, unless you wanna drive up

there and drag her
back here yourself.

BROOKE:
Remember when Addison lit
your Barbie house on fire?

It wasn't a Barbie house.
It wafort.

Why was there doll
furniture in it?

The soldiers needed
somewhere to sit.

You're such a freak.

So why don't we just go
up there and get her then?

I'm not gonna drive
all the way up there just so

she can say no
to our faces.

Yeah, and I'm
pregnant, and I don't want to.

Does anybody have her address?

She just said she was working
late at some tavern up there.

Well, there's only
one tavern in Grand Marais,

so I guess I'm going.

[FART]

Was that--

did one of you just--

--did one of you
just pass gas?

[GUITAR MUSIC]

BROOKE:
Go away now.

NAKODA:
You're so mean to him.

You sure you're good?

Nothing like
going home, I guess.

What are you
guys gonna do?

Tear the house
apart and find those lights.

Brooke still thinks they exist.

-Lights?
-Moira's Christmas lights?

She said we never
earned them, remember?

Oh, yeah. We were always the
darkest house on Christmas Eve.

Well, Virginia said
she saw them once.

Yeah, she was lucky like that.

What the heck, Lyle! Does your
suitcase have little hands?

All right, Mister. GPS.

[ENGINE REVS]

Mister?

Hey, wake up.

MISTER:
[BEEPS]
GPS. Where are we off to?

Grand Marais, Minnesota.

MISTER:
Searching for "Grand
Marais, Michigan."

Grand Marais, Minnesota.

MISTER:
Searching for
"Do worms have eyes?"

Grand Marais, Minnesota.

MISTER:
GPS. Where are we off to?

Off.

[BEEP]

[INDISTINCT CROWD CHATTER]

[FOLK MUSIC]

¶SAILED ON A SHIP SO FAR AWAY¶

¶ACROSS THE NORTH ATLANTIC SEA¶

¶CRASHED ON THE ROCKS OF MISERY¶

¶I THOUGHT NO ONE WOULD FIND ME¶

[HORN SOUND ECHOES]

¶I FOUGHT FOR LIGHT
ON LONDON STREETS¶

HUNTER:
Addison?

Baby, what are you doing?

¶ACROSS THE SKY YOU FLEW¶

HUNTER:
Hey, wait.
What--where are you going?

¶I'LL SEE YOU SOON¶

Hi.

Addison! Can we just talk?

Shh!

Have you guys seen--well, I'm
just looking for my fiancee.

ALL: Shh!

Sorry. Sorry.

HUNTER: Addison!

I'm sorry. Thank you.

[EMOTIONAL PIANO MUSIC]

[BELL TOLLING]

[DOOR CREAKS]

[WOOD CREAKING]

[ELECTRICITY ZAPPING]

[MUSIC BECOMES OMINOUS]

[BOAT CREAKS]

[SCARY MUSIC CUE]

[ATMOSPHERIC MUSIC]

CAPT. DARTER:
Thought we weren't
doing this anymore, Addi.

Am I fired yet?

I can't fire you. It's the last
cruise of the season.

It's probably our
last season too.

How much time do I have?

You might wanna get cleaned up.

[AIRPLANE ENGINE WHIRRING]

ADDISON:
Instead of the traditional
bottle of champagne, the crew of

the Adella Shores used a bottle
of lake water to christen the

ship, which any true seafarer
knows is considered extremely

bad luck. Twenty-one crew
members went missing, never to

be seen again because Lake
Superior, as they say, she never

gives up her dead. Show of hands
how many of us have seen one of

the local legends like
Mishipeshu, the underwater

panther? I once felt her go
right by this very ship. Almost

sunk us as she glided by. Or how
about the wendigo of the woods?

He is the scariest with his
gnarled antlers and yellowed

fangs.
-I saw the Viking.

What? What was that?

GIRL'S MOTHER:
She saw the
Viking of Encampment Islands

sailing out on the
lake this morning.

You, you saw the Viking of
Encampment Islands,is

that--that's what you said?

He was looking for
his lost daughter.

Oh, okay. Um, right.
Let's talk about the Viking.

This is actually a first. I have
worked this stupid job for five

summers now and I have not once
heard that. Since we're cutting

funding and this is the Johnny
Darter's last voyage before

she's sold for firewood and
never seen again. I'm just gonna

set the record straight so
nobody goes home disappointed.

There is no wendigo monster.
Mishipeshu never bumped into

this boat because she doesn't
exist. They're just knock-offs

of Bigfoot and the Loch Ness
monster. Oh, and for the Phantom

Fleet, I lived here my whole
life and I have yet to see one

ghost ship, but you never
know, I guess. Blind faith is an

amazing thing.

Did I answer your question?

Come to think of it, you didn't
ask me one, did you?

Right. And for the record, the
Adella Shores didn't vanish in

Minnesota, it cast off from
Wisconsin and sank in Michigan.

You can see your
captain for refunds.

Am I fired now?

[FOLK MUSIC]

¶ALL THE TABLES NICE AND CLEAN.
EVERYONE'S ASLEEP¶

¶ON THE GRAVEYARD
SHIFT AGAIN SELLING GASOLINE¶

¶THERE'S AN OLD FOLK SONG ON
THE RADIO SOUNDING¶

¶THIN AND DARK AND HAUNTED¶

¶THERE'S A BAG OF WEED IN THE
BACK BENEATH THE BOOKS¶

¶AND SHE CAN'T STAND THE SIGHT
OF THIS CUL-DE-SAC¶

¶LIKE AN OLD--¶

TROY: Hello?

It's just me, Troy.

TROY:
Thought you didn't
work till tomorrow?

Just grabbing
my earthquake kit.

¶YEAH, SHE PICTURES
UP DIFFERENT DAYS¶

¶DRIVING WEST TO EAST LA
AND THERE AIN'T NO SIGN¶

¶OF A DIME BUT HEY,
ANYONE CAN DREAM¶

¶AND ALL THE COLLEGE GIRLS
COME IN WHEN THE BARS¶

¶LET OUT AND THEY'RE
HUNGRY, MAKING SUCH A MESS¶

¶EVELYN JUST TALKS TRASH
AS SHE'S SWEEPING UP¶

[SEAGULLS SQUAWKING]

Virginia license plate.

Yeah, bought it off a
guy in Wyoming.

Why are you in Grand Marais?

MISTER:
Grand Marais is a city
in Cook County, Minnesota,

United States.
Population 1,339--

LYLE:
Shut down.

Does he have a name?

LYLE:
Mister. Before you say,
"Mister what," it's just Mister.

MISTER:
[BEEPS]
Hello. My name is Mister.

-Off.
-You sleep in your car last
night?

Yes, I slept in my car, Addison.
You weren't answering your phone

and all the hotels are booked up
because of this stupid festival.

Why didn't you answer your
phone? I called you like a

thousand times.
-I lost it.

Why did you make me drive all
the way up here, Addison?

Everybody's waiting
for you back at Larsmont,

so they can open the will and
get on with their normal lives.

I'm not having this conversation
with you in front of the

world's best doughnuts.

They are the
world's best doughnuts.

Do you remember that time that
you asked what sex was, and then

I shoved my finger
in a jelly donut?

Yeah. I didn't have sex until I
was 24 years old because of

that. Thank you very much. Quit
trying to change the subject.

All right. They're about to
open. You wanna go inside?

No, I wanna have this
conversation out here. Right

now. In front of everybody. You
know why? Because I don't care

if I'm making a scene. Sound
familiar? Yeah, that was me,

just doing an impression of you,
because we always had to stop

and listen to one of Addison's
problems. Well, guess what,

you're gonna stop, and you're
gonna listen to one of my

problems now--
-All right, I'm leaving. Bye.

MISTER:
Goodbye and
thank you for the lift.

I will send
you a postcard from--

Off!

[BEEPS]

[LIGHT BEEPING AND
LIGHT CHATTER]

See that old guy over there? I
have seen a lot of things in my

life, but there's nothing more
disgusting than watching an old

person eat a donut.

Are you gonna go with me or not?

What if she's leaving you money?

So.

Didn't you just get fired?

Yes. I have all my other jobs.

Oh, so you're good then?

Uh-hmm. I said I'll
never go back there.

Quit being dramatic.
That was 15 years ago.

That's supposed
to make it easier?

Yeah, you move
on with your life.

How have you moved on with your
life, Lyle? Well, this looks

like to me that you're living
out of a car with a robot.

Well, you're holding everybody
hostage because you're too

scared to go back. Nobody wants
to be there, at least of all me.

Least of all you. Wow.

You weren't even there.

So that's it then?

Yup. Tell the girls I said hi.

What kind of donut is that?

Jelly.

[LIGHT CROWD CLATTER]

[HOPEFUL GUITAR MUSIC]

[ENGINE STALLING OUT]

¶I'M A SHOT OF ALCOHOL FOR YOU¶

¶THE SCARY MONSTERS
IN YOUR DREAM¶

¶A CIGARETTE LIGHTER
WHEN YOU'RE BLUE¶

¶I'M THE BROKEN GUITAR YOU
THREW AWAY¶

¶THE PRETTY SONG YOU NEVER MADE¶

¶I'M THE LAST STEP OF YOUR RUSE¶

ADDISON:
You're following me now?

Mind your own business.

Burke, I'm taking my 10.

BURKE:
But you just--

I said I'm taking my 10.

¶PLAYFUL MUSIC¶

I came in here for lunch once
with, uh, Franny Civitano's

parents back in like third or
fourth grade. And your dad was

sitting right where you are,
drunk as hell, and he whispered

something into your ear, and
then handed you his Twins cap.

Do you remember that hat?

I can still smell it.

And then, he started walking
around the whole bar, going

table to table, asking for spare
change. I hid in the bathroom

because I didn't want you to
know that I saw you.

I knew you saw me. Thanks for
reminding me of one of the most

embarrassing moments of my life.
You're a really great waitress.

Has anybody ever told you that?

What if we went right now?

It doesn't matter, I'm gonna
miss my interview anyway.

Interview for what?

A job. A real desk,
a real paycheck.

I even get dental.
I mean, I'm 25 years old.

I can't write a
travel blog forever.

Travel blog? That's cool.
Also, you're 26.

Twenty-six years old, and I
don't even know what a W2 is.

I mean, what is it? Is it
an oil? Is it a bomb?

Okay. Listen. We drive to
Larsmont, open the will, drive

back, would you get to your
interview by then?

My car won't start.

Just use my fiancé's car.

You're engaged?

Yeah. Well,
as of last night? No.

What's with the tone?
I can be engaged.

Clearly.

[BANJO FOLK MUSIC]

He was supposed to be home
today. Alright, we're just gonna

have to distract him
while I get the keys.

How is this not stealing?

It's not stealing.
I just don't feel

like seeing him right now.

Why did you break up with him?

Well, I--he never gets mad at
anything. He drinks coconut

water, he makes me go jogging
with him. Also he builds these

tiny boats.

Like, model boats?

Yup.

What's wrong with that?
A lot of people do that.

Yeah, but he builds real boats
for a living, like big boats.

How are you gonna build big
boats all day and then come back

home, and build
little tiny boats?

Also, I'm not attracted to him.

[DISTANT BOAT HORN]

Hello? Oh.

Can I help you?

Is Addison here?

Uh, she's not.

Oh, do you, um--do you know
where she might be?

I don't, unfortunately. She
never came home last night. Uh,

you can check her work, but I've
already--I'm sorry have, um,

have we met?

Us? No. I,
I would've remembered that.

So is that your boat?

Yup. Yeah, that's my boat.

I don't really know much about
boats, you know. I, I don't

really like them. They, they
frighten me. Like, I

guess I like them better than
airplanes, you know, oh, and

elevators. I guess, I just don't
really like anything that has

the potential to plummet.

HUNTER:
How do you know Addison?

We went to school together.

Oh, did you go to Cook County?

[KEYS CLANKING]
Um, this place
down in Larsmont.

Oh, you were at the foster home?

Uh, well, it wasn't really a
foster home, technically.

I mean, they weren't our foster
parents. It was--it was a

structural reformation
environment.

Judge's words, not mine.

Right.

[TABLE THUDS]

Um, so you, you sail, do you?

Uh, I'm sorry?

You, you--do you sail,
uh, you sailed...

-Um...
-...boats.

...you're talking about my boat,
that's actually,

um--it's a speedboat.

Well, what's the difference?

One has sails.

I see.

Yeah. That one is when I was
actually refurbishing for our

honeymoon, but when I told her
about my plans for the boat,

she just freaked out on me.

LYLE:
Well, yeah, it's a
maturity thing with Addison.

Honestly, it always has been.

Guess I'm just worried that
she's gonna do something stupid,

not like, you know, I think
she's a danger to herself

stupid, but she's just
unpredictable.

I could see why you'd say that.

[DRUM CLATTERING]

So, wow, you're so tall. What is
that like? Where are you

speeding off to, like, uh,
sailing. Where are you sailing?

Where are you speeding to?

HUNTER:
We're just gonna
hit some lakeside resorts,

couple in Canada.

LYLE:
My dad was a Canuckaphobe.

HUNTER:
I have some stuff that I...

[GARAGE DOOR CLOSING]

...oh, man.

Oh. Oh, sure,
no, no, it's fine. Yeah.

It was nice to,
to meet you, though.

Yeah, you--I mean, good luck.

Oh, you, you too.

Hey, come on. I got your stupid
robot, let's go. Come on.

[ENGINE REVVING]

I don't wanna talk about it.

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

Mister, traffic report.

MISTER:
Searching Child Support.

Traffic report.

It'll clear up in a second.

MISTER:
Searching criminal court.

Traffic report.

MISTER:
Genital wart.

LYLE:
Stupid robot.

Okay. So how does this thing
work? You just like ask it

questions and it answers,
or...will I die young?

It's not a Magic 8-Ball, idiot.

Aw, so it can't tell me if
you're a lesbian or not?

That's a shame.

It's got preloaded responses,
you know, travel info, things,

and cities and states,
popular landmarks.

Mister, um, look
up Larsmont Bluff.

No, he's not gonna
know what that is.

ADDISON:
Larsmont's a landmark.

MISTER:
Searching Larsmont Bluff.

See?

Larsmont Bluff was a historic
horse farm on Minnesota's Lake

Superior coastline. The property
fell into disrepair during the

second half of the 20th Century,
under an agreement with the

State Department of Human
and Juvenile Services, the

foundation opened a home
and school for female minor

offenders, between the
ages of eight and seventeen from

troubled families.

That's us.

The charter of the home was to
provide educational,

counseling, and vocational
training to girls who have been

deemed ordered by the court to
be temporarily removed from

their homes, so
as to provide them with a safe,

stable environment of learnin--

Okay. Ask him
something else please.

MISTER:
The state shut down

Larsmont Bluff following the
disappearance and presumed

drowning in 2003 of
a nine-year-old girl--

All right, Mister, off.

--who was the youngest of
the five girls living in the

home at the time. Investigations
into the incident led to other

legal claims of improper
licensing. While the--

LYLE:
Mister, off, shut down!

--Larsmont Bluff
was closed as a state

sanctioned fac--
-OFF!

[MISTER BEEPS]

[SAD ORCHESTRAL MUSIC]

¶I'VE NEVER BEEN A
CAPTAIN, ALWAYS BEEN A SAILOR¶

You still write poems?

Yeah. I've got about a hundred.

I was thinking of
getting some of them published.

Like, self-published or...

Whatever, you used
to love my poems.

"Lyle, read me the one
about the island."

Read me one.

Nope.

Fine. I have one about you.
About how you used to wet the

bed till you're 12. Little Leaky
Lyle was busy counting sheep.

Little Leaky Lyle went
pee-pee in her sleep.

What?

Nakoda sent a picture
that I've forgotten about.

Let me see.

ADDISON:
You look cheery.

LYLE:
My dad was supposed
to pick me up that day.

We were gonna go fishing.

Ah, one of our, uh,
visitation weekends.

Yeah, but he never showed. Moira
just sat there with me, she

didn't say anything. It's like
three hours or something.

Can you--can you
pull over just as second?

Why?

Just--I don't know,
right up here.

[FOLK MUSIC CONTINUES]

[OCEAN SOUNDS]

[WIND GUSHING]

ADDISON:
I only followed
you out here because

I've seen people
do it in movies.

LYLE:
I just needed some air.

ADDISON:
It always seemed like an
overused set up for a scene but.

Here we are, I guess.

Where are you going?
You can't walk anywhere.

LYLE:
Is this just a joke to you?

ADDISON:
What are you so upset
about? Stop pretending like you

liked that woman, Lyle.
She was a freaking nightmare.

Yeah, she was a nightmare, but
she was the closest thing we had

to a mother. That might not mean
anything to you, but it means

something to me, so
am I allowed to be upset--

is that okay with you?

Where'd you get those?

From the car.

I'm not eating car cookies.

ADDISON: Fine.

LYLE:
These taste funny.

ADDISON:
Tastes pretty good to me.

¶PSYCHEDELIC AMBIENT MUSIC¶

[STRANGE SOUNDS]

[TIRE SCREECHING]

[BELL RINGS]

[HORSE NEIGHS]

Uh, am I seeing police lights?

[SIRENS WAILING]

Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no,
no. Okay. Uh, we're getting

pulled over so just, like, just
stop doing whatever you're

doing, all of it, stop doing it.

I think we did
something really illegal.

Can you just grab my bag for me?

My wig is in my bag and
I need my bag right now.

I mean, are you sure that things
were like laced with something?

Am I using that word right?
Laced? Laced?

Bag. Bag.

Oh, yeah, got it.
What am I doing?

The wig, the wig,
the wig, the wig.

This thing?

Yes.
Thank you. Just take the wheel.

Take the wheel. Okay. I just...

I ordered the wig online after I
confiscated an underage age

girl's ID at the tavern. She was
blonde, and, uh, works every

time I drive without a license.

Why didn't you
just get your own license?

Just get off.
Oh, okay. Here we go. Here we.

Lyle, just, just
pretend to be sleeping, okay?

Uh-hmm.

That's not how you sleep.

-Drugs.
-Don't say anything about drugs.

Blood?

Don't say anything
about blood either.

OFFICER:
Hi, how you
folks doing this afternoon?

I must have been looking at the
kilometers. It's just so

confusing, being so
close to Canada and all.

Come again?

Uh, we're fine.
How are you today?

Oh, great, you know, uh, glad
the festival is finally wrapping

up. That sure has kept us busy.
And I was hoping we'd get a

little bit more warm weather,
but, you know,

the weather is gonna
do what she's gonna do.

Anyway, you're probably
wondering why I pulled you over,

and, uh, I really hate to
inconvenience you folks, but it

looks like you might have a
broken taillight back there.

Yeah, we're going
to get that fixed.

Okay. Great, no problem.
Just due diligence.

-Yeah.
-Just gonna need to take a quick

peek at your license and
registration, if you don't mind.

Yes. Yeah, yes.

OFFICER:
And if you could
actually just shut off the car

first, that'd be great.

Okay.
And registration.

Lyle...

Hmm?

-...glove compartment.
-Glove department.

She's always like that.

Yup, I'm gonna
go run this real quick.

Okay. Okay. Oh, so don't
be mad at me, okay?

But this, this
is not Hunter's car.

Whose car is it?

It's his pot dealers.
He's just watching it for him.

There's more drugs in here?
Like, how much more drugs?

Like, in ounces or...

Oh, we're going to prison.

We should probably run.

Why did you make me
smoke those cookies, Addison?

My hands look like a feet.

Run on all fours then, we'll
just lose him in the trees.

[FAST-PACED CHASE MUSIC]

ADDISON:
Leave the robot.

POLICE OFFICER:
Hey, no,
get back in the car, please.

MISTER:
The world is a book,
and those who do not travel,

read only a page.

POLICE OFFICER:
You don't wanna do that.

I sure appreciate it
if you would just stop.

LYLE: Shit.

MISTER:
Have I said something
to offend you? Ouch.

LYLE:
Wait. Mister lost a foot. Oh.

[SOUNDS OF NATURE,
WATER RUNNING]

[GROANING SOUND]

ADDISON:
Shut up.

LYLE:
How long are
these drugs gonna last?

ADDISON:
Just try not to think about it.
Where's your phone?

Call Hillman.

LYLE:
I left it in the car.

That's convenient for the plot.

Where are we going?

MISTER:
Tettegouche State Park is a
Minnesota state park on

the north shore of the...
-Off.

I told you to
leave that thing behind.

Leave you behind.

What?

[NOISE IS HEARD]

ADDISON:
What is that?

Is that the police?

[OMINOUS MUSIC]

[NATURE SOUNDS ARE HEARD]

LYLE:
What is this place?

MISTER:
I have a bad feeling about this.

[CROWS SQUAWK]

[DOOR CREAKS CLOSE]

ADDISON:
Hello?

[SCARY MUSIC HIT]

LYLE:
That's normal.

ADDISON:
Okay. Food.

[OMINOUS MUSIC]

LYLE:
How long have
we been sitting here?

ADDISON:
I don't know.

What are you?

[OMINOUS MUSIC SWELLS]

[MISTER BEEPS]

[DOOR CREAKS OPEN]

LYLE:
Addison?

[FOOTSTEPS THUDDING]

WENDIGO:
[SNARLING]

[FLUID GUSHING
MIXED WITH SNARLS]

[TOILET FLUSHES]

LYLE:
Addison. Addison.

it's not real, tell me it's not
real, tell me it's not real.

Shh, shh. Shut up.

WENDIGO:
[SNARLING]

[PIANO PLAYS]

LYLE:
Nope, nope.

ADDISON:
Nope, nope, nope, nope, nope,
nope, nope, nope, nope, nope.

WENDIGO:
[GROWLS]

[WATERFALL GUSHING]

ADDISON:
It's gonna get dark soon. We
should head back up to the

highway, near
Palisade Head. Catch a ride.

The same highway where they're
gonna be looking for two

fugitives and a robot?

EHAWEE:
Hi, there.
You guys look a little lost.

MISTER:
Hello, my name is Mister.

LYLE: Off.
[MISTER BEEPS]

We're just trying
to get to the highway.

Can you just guide us
across the river?

Why do you
have to say it like that?

Like what?

Like, we're playing Oregon
Trail. Why don't we just caulk

off the wagon
and float it across?

The path's right here. It's
pretty obvious. My friends are

over there, fixing a wagon
wheel, and once it's done, we

can probably take you
where you need to go.

See? There is a wagon.

[UPBEAT FOLK MUSIC]

[BIRDS SING]

EHAWEE:
Hey, Gabriel. Gabriel.

GABRIEL:
What? Oh! Friends.
What, what a pleasant surprise.

EHAWEE:
Gabriel, this
is Lyle and Addison.

Lyle and Addison,
this is Gabriel.

LYLE:
Uh, what is this thing?

GABRIEL:
Oh, this, my dears

is The Terrificarium, founded in
2003 by the North Thespian

Academy, we're entirely
equine-powered extravaganza, a

theater on wheels if you will.

Although I may appear to be the
great spirit of Naniboujou, I

assure you, I am but a humble
actor. I see you already met

Ehawee, and over yonder
on the wagon wheel is Dick.

DICK:
What up?

ADDISON:
Were you in
Grand Marais the other night?

Oh, you saw the performance.

ADDISON:
No.No.

LYLE:
Well, what kind
of shows do you put on?

Variety. Really, anything from
Vaudeville to puppets to magic.

And you get paid for this?

It's--it's not about the money.

Yeah, I hope not.

We were just discussing whether
or not to have a dress rehearsal

for our new show. Perhaps, we
can titillate you with a glass

of Boysenberry Mead
and a sneak peak performance?

I, uh,
I fixed the wagon wheel

about 10 minutes ago.
We can go.

We have guests, Dick.

We got to go anyway, so...

No, I wanna see the show.

So, this is your troupe?

Troupe.Troupe! Get up.

WENDIGO:
Hey, I found my wallet?

Didn't I see you
two back at camp?

[TRIBAL DRUM MUSIC]

ADDISON:
This is so strange.

[BELL RINGS]

MAN:
Stall, stall!

Hmm.

[DIDGERIDOO MUSIC]

LYLE:
Wohoo.

[HOPEFUL MUSIC]

We can take you as far as Silver
Bay, but then, we must head

west, I'm afraid.
Are you sure you're

gonna be all
right from there?

Yeah. Thank you
so much for the show.

Oh, it was our pleasure.

Constructive criticism, though.

Addison.

What? Why do you always think
I'm going to say something

horrible? Uh,
the, the Ojibwe were guys

and the Sioux was a woman?

GABRIEL: Exactly.

Yeah, the, the White Man didn't
torture the Ojibwe Warrior, they

earned his trust and got him
drunk, and then he gave the

location of the mine.

I didn't realize
you were able to interpret

the performance so accurately.

And since we're doing
notes, but Nanabijou didn't find

a gold mine.
It was a silver mine.

Uh, and they never actually gave
up the location of the mine. Um,

that's why a Sioux warrior had
to go undercover at the Ojibwe

camp.
But the story was pretty funny.

-Funny.
-Uh, except that the Sioux

dudette didn't, um,
drown with the White Man.

-She just went crazy.
-Hmm.

Was there any part
of the story that we did right?

Oh, the tone.

The overall tone.

May I ask how you're so familiar
with these legends?

We had a friend. She used to
tell them to us every night.

Knew them all like
the back of her hand,

believed in all of them, too.

Sounds like you had a very wise
friend. What was her name?

God bye ye, and farewell.

Good bye and
thank you for the lift.

I will send you a post
card from the city of Angels.

We can walk from here.

To Larsmont? I don't think so.

To my mother's house.

Your mother lives in Silver Bay?

Yup. She, uh, turned over a new
leaf, she likes to say.

How long has
she been out of rehab?

She got her one
year chip the summer

I aged out of
the foster program.

That's convenient.

Yeah. Anyway, uh, she won't be
there. She goes down to Leech

Lake to avoid the festival,
so we can borrow her car.

Whiskey.

When's the
last time you saw her?

About six months ago. After
Hunter and I got engaged, she

thought it would be a good idea
for them to meet first to, uh,

mend the fences. Hmm?

Uh-uh.

Hey, what do you think is more
annoying? People with co-exist

bumper stickers or people who
say "At the end of the day" in

every sentence?
I mean, at the end of the day

I'm all about
co-existing, but...

You still have that.

What?

Your necklace.

Yeah, why wouldn't I?

You're gonna make yourself sick.

Clearly, you don't
know me very well.

Oh, I think I have
alcohol poisoning.

Quit being dramatic,
just make yourself throw up.

I can't! You know I can't.

Why?

'Cause I'm scared.
Whatever.

Still.

Okay.

Okay what?

Hold your hair back.

No. Oh, no, no.

Okay. On the count of three.
You ready?

Hmm.

One, two...

[VOMITING AND COUGHING]

Got it? Okay. You're okay.

Uh-hmm.

We'll run you a shower.
It's already 10:00, we've got to

get back to Larsmont,
so if you wanted to--

ADDISON:
[VOMITS]

LYLE: God.

[SLOW PIANO MUSIC]

[WASHER BEEPING]

[WASHER BUZZES]

BILL: Hello.

LYLE: Hi.

SUZETTE:
Lyle? Is that you?

[SYMPHONIC MUSIC]

[DINNER PARTY MUSIC]

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

Hey.

Addie, you would have loved
Sandy's gallery opening tonight.

Addie is an amateur photographer
herself, or at least she used to

be. I don't know what she's up
to anymore. She never visits her

mother even though she's right
down the road. And since when

did you start sneaking
into my house young lady?

I just came to
borrow the car for the night.

It's always, "Mom, can I borrow
this? Mom can I borrow that?"

I don't think I've ever
said any of those things.

You're not borrowing anything
until you've had a drink with

your mother. Mine's grape juice,
Addie, don't think I don't see

the look you're giving me.

You know, you
don't have to keep driving home

the whole mother-daughter thing.
Everyone in the room

is well-aware of our situation.

Well, she has her
father's good looks.

Lyle, I don't know if
she told you but I've turned

over a new leaf, so to say.

Ugh, this wine is really bad.

Last I heard, you were in, um,
California or something?

Yeah, I was but--then I have--

No, pookie, will you please go
get that present for Addison,

it's in the hall closet and it's
right behind my...

I know where it is.

I would have mailed
it to her for her birthday

but you know
how things go.

I don't want a present.

You know what, it's just a
little something that was

recommended by a friend.
It was you Kathy, wasn't it?

Come on. Just open it.

Sincerely, Salads. A salad cook
book for your brand new look.

Well, I know
it's done wonders for me.

And Kathy, you used to
be a house, didn't you?

I don't even know what to say.

You're welcome, dear.

What's wrong
with this cheese balls?

Oh, no, no, no, they're, um,
chevre truffles it's, um, it's,

uh, it's onion, herbs,

almonds, and a little
touch of paprika.

Paprika!

Bill and I have
taken a French cuisine.

It's an online course mostly.
Once a month, we're able to, uh,

demonstrate our, uh, culinary
progress in a class led by the

great chef, uh, Andre Le Faux

Hmm, he used
to be a chef in Europe.

Le Faux.

Uh, your mom tells me your
moving down to Minneapolis. I

actually know a couple of people
who move there from Munger.

I'm sorry, who are you again?

I'm Bill.

Yeah, they're actually pretty
good, chev, you said chevro?

Uh, uh, truffles, honey.
Addison, I've told you about

Bill. We've been dating off and
on for over a year now.

Wow. Congratulations.

Off and on?

No, Bill, I'm not
moving to Minneapolis.

My fiancé and
I broke it off last night.

What? What did you do?

Really?

No, no, no, I thought that
Hunter had gotten a new job in

the city and didn't you put a
down payment on a town house?

Yeah. Yeah, he, he did. He got a
new job, he put down a down

payment. I, I live
and work in Grand Marais.

Grand Marais represent.

What are you going to do to for
money? I mean, you can't just

work minimum
wage jobs your whole life.

Why not? You haven't worked a
day in your life and--I mean,

you're doing pretty well. By the
way, I really like your new

hardwood floors.
Who paid for those?

Ugh, what? So, you're
just gonna go on welfare?

I was thinking I could sell my
engagement ring but then I

thought, "Even I'm not that
cold." I have--I have this

necklace I could sell. I mean,
it could be worth something.

It's iron oar so, it might not
be but, you know what, a little

dead girl gave it to me. So,
that could be worth something.

You would have liked Virginia,
mom. But you never came to visit

me at Larsmont, did you?

Larsmont Bluff, it's a home for

neglected children. Mother, she
used to be a bit of an addict.

And if you look close enough
you can still make out the

track marks.

That's enough, Addison.

I'm not done selling stuff yet.
Like, how about this vintage

shirt, this might be worth
something, right? Maybe this

one, too. I don't know but--oh,
but this, this is--this is just

a scratch, right, mom? I mean, I
got it when I was eight, I, I

barely even remember it. This
was done to me by one of

mother's boyfriends. He gave
this to me because he suspected

her of cheating. She didn't fess
up about it until he shoved the

scissors half
an inch into my chest,

might wanna put the
cheese knife down, Bill,

you're making
everybody nervous.

[WASHER BUZZES]

LYLE:
My clothes are dry.

ADDISON :
Okay. It's been great, mom.

Guessing we can't
borrow the car anymore. Lyle.

Yup.
-Oh, and you're doing a really

great work. Keep it up.

Thanks for the cheese balls.

[CRICKETS CHIRPING]

LYLE:
How'd that feel?

BILL:
You forgot this.

Thank you.

Uh, tell you what,
you girls go ahead

and take my two-seater, we
won't be needing it anymore.

Your two-seater what?

I surprised your mother with a,
uh tandem bicycle last month. I

thought she'd enjoyed the
bonding experience, but it seems

some women just
prefer to ride alone.

There are so many
questions I have for you, Bill.

Oh. Anything in particular?

No. Yeah.

No. Yeah, I don't,
but thank you.

Look, the bike's over here. Why
don't we go get it and have--

you girls get on your way.

Right.

[80'S UPTEMPO POP PLAYS]

[MUSIC CONTINUES]

Put the chain back on.

You put the chain back on.

[EAGLE SCREECHES]

[LIGHT AMBIENT MUSIC PLAYS]

[FIREWORKS EXPLODING]

Do you hear that?

Yeah. Where is it coming from?

Split Rock Lighthouse is a
lighthouse located on the North

shore of Lake
Superior near Silver Bay.

[UPBEAT TECHNO MUSIC PLAYS]

Looks a bit different than in
our first grade field trip, eh?

DARLA:
Addison?

ADDISON:
I hate this girl. Darla, hey.

Oh. What are you doing here?

Hanging out.

Yeah, yeah. You want a drink?

You literally just threw up.

I know, but we should just
mingle, you know, and get us a

ride back.

I don't want to mingle.

Come on.
How can you not dance to this?

I don't know how to dance.

You just take a normal
activity and then exaggerate it,

you know, like, like fishing.
Just. Throw. And reel it in.

I'm gonna go clean
Mister up in the bathroom.

All right, you do that.

¶MUSIC CONTINUES¶

Was that my CPU malfunctioning
or did I feel a spark between

us?

I can't do this. I've had a
hundred possibilities of

dropping you off with somebody
better, somebody safe like a

family or another traveler.

I mean,
those Mormon twins at Salt

Lake City, they, they really
wanted you but they were

just weird.

What's the point of being
a wandering robot if I don't

even let you do that?

I've just been bringing you
down with me, and I'm sorry.

[TOILET FLUSH]

It's just that--

You didn't wash your hands.

Would you like to hear a joke?

Yeah.

Why was six afraid of seven?

Because seven, eight, nine?

Because seven was a robot.

HOST:
The steamer vanished November
twenty-first, nineteen oh two.

Freak gales that
seemingly came out of nowhere.

Egotistical mariners who
challenged the Great Lake.

Compasses that spun in
the wrong direction because of

the magnetic charge the of tons
of iron ore cargo. But an equal

number of these events
cannot be so easily archived.

...the Bermuda Triangle.
Atlantis. Loch Ness.

Native Americans worship these
waters, and the rich forested

lands along the Western
coastline. Lands that still hold

intrigue and folklore of their
own. The Viking of Encampment

Island is--[STATIC] Dolarhyde.
Steps out on--[STATIC]

MARCIE:
You wanna see how this thing
works? The compass points north,

of course, but the Iron Ore
carries a magnetic charge that

would confuse the compasses and
send the ships crashing into the

rocks, so they
built a lighthouse.

How do you know Addison?

I saw you two
coming in together.

We know each other
from a long time ago.

Oh, yeah? From Grand Marais?

Yeah. There and another place
that's not too far from here.

Hmm, were you at the
disciplinary school?

Well, technically, it wasn't a
school, I mean, it--

there weren't any teachers. It
was more of a structural

reformation environment.
I'm sorry, do you...

Oh, my God. Are you Lyle?

I feel like I'm
meeting a celebrity.

Addie talked about
you all the time.

She did?

Well, I'm glad
you followed Addie there.

Can't imagine that
girl being left on her own.

I didn't follow her there, I
mean, I was sent by a judge.

Right.

What?

Nah, it's just--well, Addie said
that you never gotten in trouble

until the day she was sent away,
and then, you threw a rock

through a police station window.

Exposition.

Huh?

Nothing.
How do you know Addison?

Oh, we used to date.

-Huh?
-Yeah, for like a year.

I think it was too boring for
her, you know Addison.

Yeah.

[POPPY DANCE MUSIC PLAYS]

¶FIRE YOU'RE
SEEING IN YOUR SLEEP¶

¶FLAMES ARE EXTRA FEAT¶

¶DOWN WITH THE FEVER¶

Where's Addison?

-What?
-Have you seen Addison?

She's having a dance
off with Rhubarbara.

With what?

Rhubarbra.

¶SHOCK, ELECTRICITY, BABY¶

¶OH, CAN YOU FEEL IT? GETTING
RECKLESS WITH THE LIGHTS OUT¶

¶WE'RE GONNA BURN
THE HOUSE DOWN¶

¶EYES WIDE OPEN
BUT YOU STILL CAN'T SEE¶

¶YOU'VE GOT YOUR HEAD
ABOVE WATER¶

¶BUT YOU'RE
STRUGGLING TO BREATHE¶

¶IN THE DEAD OF NIGHT WALKING,
SHE'S IN FOR THE KILL¶

¶NEVER HAVE TO WORRY WHEN
YOU'VE BEEN THROUGH HELL¶

¶IT'S THE WATER, THE
STEAMY HOT TO YOUR TEETH¶

¶A MILLION WASTED YEARS
TO CRY IN A RIVER¶

¶HOPELESS DEFENSES KEEP YOU
DROWNING IN THE--¶

Can you watch my robot?

¶SHOCK, ELECTRICITY BABY¶

¶OH, CAN YOU FEEL IT? GETTING
RESTLESS WITH THE LIGHTS OUT¶

¶ILL GO PUT YOUR POWER OUT¶

¶SHOCK, ELECTRICITY BABY.
OH, CAN YOU FEEL IT?

¶SHOCK! GETTING RECKLESS
WITH THE LIGHTS OUT¶

¶I'LL GO PUT YOUR POWER OUT¶

¶EYES WIDE OPEN BUT YOU
STILL CAN'T SEE¶

¶YOU'VE GOT YOUR HEAD
ABOVE THE WATER¶

¶BUT YOU'RE
STARTING TO BREATHE¶

¶IN THE DEAD OF NIGHT WALKING,
STREET LIGHTS TALKING¶

¶LIVING IN THE GHOST OF BABY!¶

¶SHOCK,
ELECTRICITY BABY!¶

¶OH, CAN'T YOU FEEL IT? SHOCK,
ELECTRICITY BABY!¶

[MUSIC BECOMES MUDDLED]

¶MELANCHOLY PIANO
MUSIC TAKES OVER¶

[FIREWORKS EXPLODE]

What are you thinking about?

Nothing.

You know, it's a bad dialogue if
you keep saying everything...

It's just stupid. I have a
thing for gas stations.

Ah, the smell of gas.
Yeah, I totally get that.

Ew, no. Gross. With my travel
blog, the pay is bad and hardly

anybody reads it, but when I'm
on the road and I run out of

gas, it forces me stop and for a
brief moment, while I'm filling

up the tank in the middle of
nowhere I realize I can go in

any direction.

So, what's the job in Chicago?

I'd be curating products for
Aqua Shop. It's like SkyMall but

for cruise ships.

Gross.

It's better than month-to-month
leases and seedy motels.

Is it?

Hey, Addie, you
wanna ride up front with me?

I'm not falling for that one.

It worked once before.

Hey, you wish.

What?

I didn't know you were...

Gay?

What, what are you then? Bi?

Goodbye and
thank you for the lift.

I don't know, man.

Every light house
has a different flash.

[GUITAR MUSIC STRUMS]

¶WOKE YOU UP WITH
POETRY AND STONES¶

¶THE RAGGED AND THE BONES
STREWN AROUND THE ROOM¶

BROOKE:
Eff--

¶ANOTHER HAZY MAY¶

¶TAKE A ROUND IN THE RING¶

¶GONE HUNGRY FOR THE WIN¶

ADDISON:
I forgot how
haunted this place was.

They're only memories.

Yeah, those are the
worst kind of ghosts.

BROOKE & NAKODA:
Merry Christmas.

BROOKE
And a happy new year.

NAKODA:
Fa, la, la.

BROOKE: Lights!

They're, they're real.

Yeah, Nakoda and I found
them in a box labelled misc.

-So good.
-I mean, what the hell is that?

It's miscellaneous.

Yeah, they were
in the attic. Yeah.

It's amazing, yeah.

[CRICKETS CHIRPING]

[INDISTINCT
LAUGHTER AND SPEAKING]

HILLMAN:
It's a big chair.

Moira wanted me to give you
these, you can review them on

your own.

It's not much but she hoped it
might be helpful or meaningful

in its own way.

Why are you yelling?

HILLMAN:
She also wanted
me to read you this letter.

So--yeah, here it goes.

"I'm okay now, Moira is
fine too. She told me she's

sorry for not letting me draw my
legends, but if you go north

from where I hid them,
maybe you can find me." Um...

What?

HILLMAN:
That's all there is.

What does that mean?
Draw my legends.

Virginia used to get in
trouble for drawing monsters,

UFOs, the wendigo.

I don't really know
what to make of this.

Let me see that.
That's Moira's handwriting.

Yeah, she wasn't really
herself there in the end.

I know everybody leaves in the
morning, so if you could just

take down the Christmas
decorations. It'll help me in

getting the
house ready for the sellers.

I don't know about you guys but,
um, I'm still processing

everything, so
I'm gonna go upstairs.

Yeah, me, too.

BROOKE:
We're still processing here.

Well, hold on. You promised me
that if I put up the Christmas

decorations that you
would take them down.

Moira just died, man.

Insensitive much?

Okay, good luck with that.

BROOKE:
Unbelievable.

HILLMAN:
Well, hold on. Guys...

¶Dolarhyde...¶

HILLMAN:
Guys.

¶ON AN OLD, OAK DIRT ROAD¶

¶WALKING SIDE BY SIDE¶

Isn't it faster?

¶WITH A TUMBLEWEED, OH YEAH¶

¶ONE, TWO, THREE, FOUR,
FIVE, SIX MORE DRINKS¶

¶AND I'M NOT
HURTING ANYONE¶

¶RUSTY RIFLE
AGAINST THE BAR¶

¶YOU'RE NO
MARKSMAN ANYMORE¶

¶YOU'RE NO MARKSMAN ANYMORE¶

¶ONE MORE ROUND¶

¶SEVEN CARD DRAW, OLD
DOLARHYDE, YOU ARE FORGIVEN¶

¶FOR THE EIGHT
CARD UP YOUR SLEEVE¶

¶ONE MORE ROUND,
IT'S ON THE HOUSE NOW¶

¶OH DOLARHYDE, TORNADOS COME¶

¶COME NOW TO TAKE YOU HOME¶

¶TORNADOS COME, COME
NOW TO TAKE YOU HOME¶

¶THOSE WERE THE DAYS,
THE LAST OF THE DOLARHYDE¶

It's late. We've got to get to
the airport in a couple hours.

BROOKE:
Are we sleeping in our old beds?

NAKODA:
Just like old times.

You sleeping in here tonight?

ADDISON:
Hmm. I've never
been in here before.

LYLE:
Yeah, it's kind of creepy.

What do you think
that letter meant?

I don't think it meant anything.

I've been
meaning to give you this.

We could've used
this back at the falls.

No. It doesn't work anymore.

No, it does. You just pull
that little thing. Hmm?

Oh.

I was supposed to be the
navigator that night.

Virginia never told me
what the inscription meant.

You cannot destroy one who has
dreamed a dream like mine.

YOUNG VIRGINIA:
What, what time--?

YOUNG ADDISON:
Shh.

[WAVES CRASHING]

[BOAT CLATTERING]

[BEAUTIFUL
MELANCHOLY MUSIC PLAYS]

ADDISON: Lyle?

[MUSIC CONTINUES TO PLAY]

[PIANO BEGINS TO PLAY]

[THE SOUND OF LIGHT WAVES]

[CINEMATIC MUSIC CONTINUES]

[LIGHTHEARTED MUSIC CONTINUES]

[CINEMATIC MUSIC INTENSIFIES
AND BECOMES TRIUMPHANT]

[CLATTERING NOISES]

[SYMPHONIC MUSIC BUILDS]

What are you doing out here?

It's the boat.

What?

It's the same boat.

It's not the same boat.

Yes, it is. Look at the logo on
the side. It's the same one.

That company used
to make a lot of boats.

I'm telling you, it's the same
one. The long scrape on the

side, it's the same shape.

You were on that one,
remember? It sank.

Virginia and I, we carved our
initials into the boat.

Addison, stop it.

No, no. I'm gonna just show you.

-We carved our initials--
-You're freaking me out. Stop.

Don't touch me.

Okay. Initials, you carved them
where, here? Show me.

There are no initials. What are
you expecting to find out here?

She wanted us to
come back here for a reason.

Virginia didn't want
us to come back here.

That letter was written by a
guilt-ridden old lady who had

completely lost her mind.

All you're doing is bringing up
stuff you're gonna regret.

That I'll regret? Because
you don't regret anything,

do you, Lyle?

So what? You think she's, um,
she's leaving you clues?

Is that it? That she's alive and
well, or maybe she's talking to

us from the other side, I don't
know. Here are your clues.

Let's see. Um, is this
what she wanted you to find?

A half-sunken boat
that a bunch of kids got drunk

in? I'm pretty sure that's a
condom on your leg.

[BOTTLE SHATTERS]

There's no plot twist.

You have to let go of what
happened and stop blaming

yourself.

You know, that's the funny
thing, you know, everybody

blames me because I was there
that night, and I have carried

that with me my entire life. But
nobody ever thinks to blame you.

Why would they blame me?

I was the one that
was always watching out for her.

I told you guys not
to come out--

But, you know what? Maybe this
isn't the boat, maybe it's not,

but you weren't there
that night and that is on you.

Of course, I wasn't there. I'm
not a freaking idiot.

And I'm not gonna take a little
girl out in a boat in the middle

of the night so she can go
search for her imaginary father.

Look, she was gonna go out on
the water that night with or

without us. And you know what?
I, I didn't go there to help her

find some Viking. I went there
because I'm her friend.

And I was gonna be there
for her when she finally

realized there was
nobody looking for her.

Yeah, you were
there for her, all right.

You know, maybe if you didn't
tell on her all the time, maybe

she wouldn't even think to
sneak out. Lyle, the tattletale.

I was protecting her. You let
her do whatever the hell she

wanted.
-You were not trying to protect

her. You were just
getting us hit with the belt.

You told on her again
and again, and again.

If you could just let her
believe, if you just let her

figure things out on her own...

When did I not let her figure
things out on her own?

Oh, I don't know,
maybe Santa Claus?

Okay. She needed to know why we
were the only people that

weren't getting presents on
Christmas Eve. She thought Santa

hated her because she was an
orphan. She needed to know the

reality.

Because you know all about
reality, right? You, you drive

around the country with a robot
pretending to be its mother.

I mean, the metaphor there is so
pathetic, it makes me want to

throw up, and
I hate throwing up.

Well, somebody
needed to be the parent.

She was just a little girl.

So was I. I was just a kid and
you should've been there.

You should've been
there with me and you weren't.

I was just a kid, too.

[MELANCHOLY PIANO PLAYS]

[PIANO MUSIC CONTINUES]

Virginia! Virginia!

Virginia! Virginia!

Virginia!

YOUNG LYLE:
Addison, where's Virginia?

YOUNG ADDISON:
I--the, the boat flipped.

-What happened?
-I don't know. I...

-What did you do?
-Where did she go?

-I don't know.
-Virginia!

-Lyle!
-Virginia! Virginia!

Lyle, please.

-Virginia!
-Lyle.

Virginia! Virginia!

[MUSIC BECOMES HAUNTING]

[WAVES CRASHING
AND BIRDS CHIRPING]

[LIGHT PIANO MUSIC PLAYS]

Do the one about the island.

Oh, so now you like my poems.

Just do it.

Did you know there's an island
where wishes come true?

It's not on a map anywhere. If
we cross our fingers and close

our eyes tight, we can ride
on the wind to get there.

We'll see stars in the morning,
rainbows at night, friendly

trees we tell secrets to, and we
know, we'll sleep well on this

island where wishes come true.

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

[BIRDS CHIRPING]

See you, Hillman.

All right. Mister,
time to go. Wake up.

Mister, come on, up,
up, up. Let's go.

Mister?

[MELANCHOLY MUSIC PLAYS]

[THE EMOTIONAL MUSIC CONTINUES]

[CINEMATIC MELANCHOLY
MUSIC CONTINUES]

[MUSIC CHANGES SLIGHTLY
TO A MORE HOPEFUL TONE]

ADDISON: You okay?

Uh-hmm.

So, what's the plan?
We hitchhiking?

[KEYS JINGLE]

[GUITAR MUSIC STRUMS]

¶BEHOLD THESE EYES,
THERE'S A FIRE THAT BURNS¶

¶INSIDE MY SOUL. GO FEIGN
ANOTHER SIDE OF YOU TONIGHT¶

¶IS FOR ANOTHER TIME,
FOR ANOTHER TIME¶

¶OH IT'S TIME¶

¶TO MAKE UP YOUR MIND¶

¶OH LOVE, BE MINE¶

[SEAGULLS SQUAWKING]

I guess, you, uh, missed that
interview in Chicago?

Maybe. No, I- -I need to get gas
first. You want my old car?

I can walk to
everything in Grand Marais.

What are you gonna
do with the money she left you?

I can think of a couple boats
that could use it more than I

can.

What is it?

[SEAGULL SOUNDS]

You wanna kiss
me right now, don't you?

Whatever, dude.

[LIGHT WISTFUL MUSIC PLAYS]

[ENGINE REVVING]

[LIGHT MELANCHOLY MUSIC]

[DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYS]

[LIGHT WIND RUSTLING]

[SEAGULLS SQUAWKING]

Where's your mom?

I'm not gonna
kidnap you. I promise.

CHLOE:
She's in the trading post.

You remember yesterday?

On the tour when
you asked me about the

Viking of
Encampment Island?

-Yeah.
-Yeah, I was having a bad day.

Do you want to
know what really happened?

[CINEMATIC MUSIC PLAYS]

ADDISON:
So, the legend
is pretty well-known.

The Viking who lost
his only daughter went mad with

grief, sailed on Lake Superior
for decades trying to find any

sign of her. But the legend
mostly focuses on Encampment

Island where most of the
sightings were reported, but no

one knows just how far and wide
he travelled. I do, though.

How?

Oh, I knew his daughter. When
she was a baby, she was

abandoned in a hospital
in a town called Virginia.

It's a couple of hours inland.

That's sad.

Yeah. Yeah, that is sad. And
they told her she had no family

but she didn't believe that.
She believed that fate had

brought her from one town over
to this house on the coast where

she and I met. And her father,
the Viking will be able to find

her because she was in the water
now. I have never met someone

who believes so strongly in
something. She didn't understand

how people could believe in
one thing and not believe

in another.

The same people that
believed in God would laugh at

her for believing in ghosts and
wendigo monsters, you know,

underwater panthers, but just
because I have never felt

Mishipeshu bump the side of this
boat, that doesn't mean that

someone else hasn't.

Why is faith so selective?

How can you believe in one thing
unseen and not believe in

another?

[MISTER BEEPS]

After knowing Virginia, I
started believing in everything.

But, you know, something
happened along the way and--

I don't know. But I'm, I'm
slowly coming back around.

[MELANCHOLY PIANO MUSIC]

Did she ever find her father?

What do you think?

[BOAT THUDS]

[INTENSE CINEMATIC MUSIC]

[MUSIC TEMPO PICKS UP,
HOPEFUL, POSITIVE IN THEME]

[GUITAR STRUMMING]

¶DOLARHYDE STEPS OUT ON
THE OLD, OAK DIRT ROAD ¶

¶WALKING SIDE BY SIDE
WITH A TUMBLEWEED¶

¶ONE TWO THREE FOUR
FIVE SIX MORE DAYS ¶

¶TILL I CLIMB BACK UP MY
HORSE, THE BLAME'S¶

¶ON THE SADDLE, HE LIKES TO SAY,
BUT YOU'RE NO RIDER ANYMORE¶

¶DOLARHYDE NO CLOUDS OUT
THERE, BUT YOU'RE INSIDE¶

¶HIDING OUT AND
WARNING OF TORNADOS ¶

¶ONE TWO THREE FOUR
FIVE SIX MORE DRINKS¶

¶AND I AM NOT
HURTING ANYONE¶

¶RUSTY RIFLE AGAINST THE BAR
BUT YOU'RE NO MARKSMAN¶

¶ANYMORE¶

¶YOU'RE NO MARKSMAN
ANYMORE¶

¶ONE MORE ROUND
OF SEVEN CARD DRAW¶

¶OH, DOLARHYDE ¶

¶YOU ARE FORGIVEN FOR
THE 8TH CARD UP YOUR SLEEVE¶

¶ONE MORE ROUND,
IT'S ON THE HOUSE NOW.¶

¶OH, DOLARHYDE,
TORNADOES COME. ¶

¶IT'S COME NOW TO TAKE
YOU HOME. TORNADOES COME.¶

¶IT'S COME NOW
TO TAKE YOU HOME¶

¶THAT'S A VIOLIN BY THE WAY ¶

¶THOSE WERE THE DAYS,
THE LAST DAYS OF DOLARHYDE.¶

¶THOSE WERE THE DAYS,
THE LAST DAYS OF DOLARHYDE.¶

¶THOSE WERE THE DAYS,
THE LAST DAYS OF DOLARHYDE.¶

¶THOSE WERE THE DAYS,
THE LAST DAYS OF DOLARHYDE.¶

[CLASSICAL MUSIC]