Bag of Bones (2011) s01e01 Episode Script
Part 1
1 [Lively jazz music plays.]
Stephen King's "Bag Of Bones" Part 1 of 2 By Mikhel for SUBTITULOS.
es [sinister music.]
[lively jazz music.]
Whoo! [Sinister music.]
[somber piano music.]
help! Help, I'm drown [Warped screaming.]
[Gun fires.]
[Gasps.]
[Breathes deeply.]
Last night I dreamt I went to Manderly again.
- You all right? - Yeah? Just a bad dream.
[Sighs.]
Well What? Your book? Done.
[Sighs.]
Done, done? Done, done.
Totally done? Well, not totally done.
We'll still need the grand gesture.
That's all.
For a second, I thought I'd been replaced.
Replace you, my lady? [Whispers.]
No, impossible.
Come.
Come, your hand in mine.
Come on.
[Giggles.]
Come, come, come, come.
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? - Mm-hmm.
[Taps key.]
"She smiled, "satisfied [Keys tapping.]
"And then "Unwrapped the chains "Around her neck.
"She smiled, satisfied.
"And then "Unwrapped the chains From around her neck.
" Now Done.
[Taps key.]
- Done.
- [Sighs.]
- Done.
- Hmm.
Mm.
What's with the chains around her neck? You're just going to have to read the book and find out.
Oh.
[With German accent.]
We have ways of making you talk.
Yeah, I bet you do.
[Moaning.]
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? Mm, oh.
Is it working? [Moaning and laughing.]
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"? [Horn honks.]
Hi.
- Hi.
- What's your name? Ellen.
Good.
[Sirens wail.]
Thanks.
Excuse me.
Oh, my goodness.
[Sirens wailing.]
[Heart beating.]
[Police radio chatters.]
[No audio.]
[Distant sirens wail.]
[Sobbing.]
Get off! Get your hands off me! [Solemn music.]
- 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.
To Johanna Beverly Noonan, the best of them all.
Hear, hear.
To my dead wife.
Easy, Mike.
Thateer's not going anywhere.
[Clears throat.]
[Sighs.]
This is.
Look, um I I can't imagine how hard this is for you, but you 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 doctor Yeah, yeah, I know.
He told me years ago I couldn't get her pregnant.
Hmm.
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.
[Laughs.]
And if it was going to be a little girl, she'd beKya.
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.
[Chuckles.]
[Sighs.]
[Cell phone ringing.]
[Groans.]
[Groans.]
[Breathes deeply.]
[Scraping.]
[Sighs.]
[Scraping continues.]
Oh? [Grunts.]
[Scraping continues.]
- Aah! - [Screaming.]
[Swallows.]
[Melancholy music.]
[grunts.]
[Sobbing.]
[Phone rings.]
Hi, this is Jo Noonan.
Leave me a message, and I'll call you back If you're very, very good.
[Voicemail beeps.]
[Phone rings.]
Hi, this is Jo Noonan.
Leave me a message, and I'll call you back If you're very, very good.
[Voicemail beeps.]
[Keypad tone.]
[Phone rings.]
Hi, this is Jo Noonan.
Leave me a message, and I'll call you back If you're very, very good.
[Voicemail beeps.]
[Ominous music.]
[phone ringing.]
[Rings.]
Jo! Jo! [Screams.]
[Distant sirens wail.]
[Groans.]
"Driving home [Cell phone chimes.]
[Clears 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.
[Indistinct.]
[Dramatic music.]
hmm.
Always said I couldn't write without you.
Jo Are you there? Can you give me a sign? Once for "yes," twice for "no.
" [Cell phone rings once.]
Jo Jo, is that you? Hey.
Once for "yes," twice for "no.
" [Telephone rings once.]
Hello? 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.
And? And it's Looking a little bit crowded.
What do you mean? How 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 cranking on your 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.
[Phone beeps.]
[Sighs.]
[Breathes deeply.]
You're not disappointed in me? Hmm? Once for "yes," twice for "no.
" Hmm? Last night I dreamt I went to Dark Score Lake again.
[Heart beating.]
[Shrill screaming.]
[Distant child crying.]
[Distant screaming.]
[Phone ringing.]
Oh? [Sighs.]
Yeah? 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 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.
Um, listen, Mr.
Dean, how is the lake house? I mean, apart from the windows, of course.
She's fine.
How come? Oh, I was just thinking of maybe getting away for a while, that's all.
You you want me to get it ready for an extended stay? Yes.
Yes, let's 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.
[Groans.]
Oh.
[Sighs.]
[Telephone rings once.]
now arriving at Dark Score Lake.
[Turns radio off.]
[Sighs.]
Wake up, Jo.
[Foreboding music.]
[crickets chirping.]
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.
[Eerie music.]
yeah, just put that over there, Bill.
Thanks.
Oh, Jo really did a lot of work to the place, didn't she? Yeah, she sure did.
[Chuckles.]
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.
[Laughs.]
When we got frisky here, she said we were ringing Bunter's bell.
[Laughing.]
Uh, 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.
- Mm-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.
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.
[Keys clank.]
[Sighs.]
Hmm.
[Playing guitar.]
[Melancholy music.]
come to me.
I have so much to show you, Mike.
[Keys jingle.]
[Sighs.]
[Jazz music.]
let's fire it up.
[Cracks knuckles.]
Mm-hmm.
[Sighs.]
Come on now, something, something, anything.
Something! Come on! Just give it to me! Something! Okay, Jo.
Tell me how to write, hmm? Just tell me how to write.
[Bell rings.]
Bunter? [Foreboding music.]
[bell softly rings.]
[Continues ringing.]
[Clears throat.]
[Scoffs.]
Okay.
Okay, Bunter.
That's enough of that.
[Bell rings.]
[Soft rock music.]
there are clouds on the horizon so take a breath you're in the calm before the storm if only for a moment close your eyes and feel the thunder we can't hide or run for cover anymore it's time to take a stand together oh, oh hold on 'cause the tide is strong it can't erase the fire in her eyes [sighs.]
Greetings, my dear lady.
Greetings, my green lady.
Huh.
[Sighs.]
[Scraping.]
Oh! [Grunts.]
Jo? Is that you? Once for "yes.
" Twice for "no.
" [Bell rings once.]
[Laughs.]
Oh! [Sighs.]
You're here, aren't you, Jo? [Bell rings once.]
[Laughs.]
[Woman singing shrill note.]
[Groans.]
[Woman screams.]
[Bell ringing.]
[Screams.]
[Panting.]
We're not alone, are we, Jo? Huh? [Door creaks open.]
Jo, are you there? Hi.
Who are you? I'm sorry, Mr.
Noonan.
Name's Brenda Meserve.
Your housekeeper? I I used the key to let myself in.
Yes.
[Chuckles.]
Oh, yes.
Of course.
Oh, good.
Nice to meet you, Brenda.
How are you? Uh, 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.
Uh, I was just going to head into town and get something to eat.
You're sure? Oh, absolutely.
Any, uh Any suggestions? Buddy Jellison's cafe, right there on main street.
Can't go wrong ordering the villageburger.
Ah, good.
Thank you very much.
Thanks for coming.
Hey! Hey! Get out of the road! [Horn honks.]
Hey, get out of here! Come on, come on! What are you doing? Ky! Ky? Is that your name? Like Kya? - [Panting.]
- That's my mommy.
Sweetheart, what were you thinking? - I wanted to go swimming! - [Sighs.]
Her name's Kya? Kyra, but sometimes I call her Ky.
Oh.
- I'm 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.
[Both chuckle.]
This is a little bit weird for me, but, uh, you're one of my favorite writers.
And I can't believe you just showed up out of nowhere and saved my little girl! Oh, thank you.
And you know who I am? Of course.
You, uh, inherited that house on the lake, but you haven't been back since Yeah, since my wife died.
[Quietly.]
Yeah.
Well, um, you take care of yourself now, okay? Stay out of the road.
Nice to meet you, Mattie.
Nice to meet you.
- Bye.
- Bye! Bye, Kyra! [Tires screech.]
Hey.
Hey, uh, you want a menu? Uh, I was told to order a villageburger.
One villageburger coming right up.
Uh, 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.
[Sighs.]
You'd do well to keep your distance from Mattie Devore, Mr.
Noonan.
- Mm.
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, uh Would she be alone? Uh, 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 a year on Dark Score.
You know, all those years that I couldn't make it up here.
So Hmm.
Anyway.
Mattie Devore She's a 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, uh, computer company.
Multi-millionaire.
Yeah, I think I, uh, may have seen him yesterday afternoon in the window of that old resort up there.
- Mm, warrington's.
- Mm, 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.
[Both laugh.]
[Sighs.]
[Sighs.]
[Chuckles.]
[Clicks tongue.]
[Chuckles.]
[Phone ringing.]
Hello? 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? [Chuckles.]
[Sighs.]
Sometimes I feel like a motherless child sometimes I feel like a motherless child sometimes I feel like a motherless child [door creaks open.]
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 [Frankie and Johnny plays.]
[Hums.]
[Sighs.]
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 makin' love to Nellie bly he was her man he was doin' 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 makin' love sippin' something through a straw he was doin' 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 [applause.]
[Knocking at 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.
[Sighs.]
Let me give you a piece of advice.
Don't mess with Mr.
Devore.
Or he'll squash me like a bug? [Scoffs.]
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 hot shot book writer.
[Clicks tongue.]
That it? [Sighs.]
I'll see you at the deposition, Noonan.
Sounds good.
[Sighs.]
"Help 'r.
'" help her? Is that what you're trying to say, Jo? Help Mattie Devore? [Bell rings once.]
[Laughs.]
[Bell rings once.]
[Bell ringing rapidly.]
[Woman screams.]
What? [Screaming continues.]
Sara tidwell? Is that you? Sara? Is that you? I think we might have company, Jo.
[Thunder booms.]
Lullaby and good night [groans.]
With roses bedight creep into thy room [door creaks 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 [suspenseful music.]
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.
[Cackles.]
[German accent.]
We have ways of making you talk.
[Gasps.]
Help her.
Who? Mattie? And write.
You have to write.
I can't write.
I can't write without you, Jo.
I'll help you now.
I promise.
There's only death out there.
Them that's got shall get them that's not shall lose 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.
[Whispers.]
You have no idea what Jo meant.
No idea.
Yes the strong gets more mm.
While the weak ones fade aah! All will be revealed.
[Gasps.]
[Sighs.]
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.
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.
[Electric 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.
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? [Whispers.]
Just wait.
You know what? I left my crystal ball at home.
[Chuckles.]
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 [Sighs.]
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? [Taps gavel.]
This meeting is adjourned.
This isn't over yet, Noonan.
Oh, thank God, Max.
It's just starting to get fun.
I couldn't agree more.
Mike! Hi.
Thank you! It's 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.
Mm-hmm.
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? Mm.
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 [Sighs.]
Dilemma a secret.
Nobody knows it's an old book? Nobody but you.
Well, your secret's safe with me, sir.
[Chuckles.]
My agent, my little agent Marty, after he read the first couple of pages, he called me up and, uh [Laughs.]
You know what he? [Laughs.]
- 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.
[Chuckles.]
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 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, uh, a waitress there.
And I was working a shift with my friend Laurie wilton, and 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.
What guy? He was just a guy, I guess.
- Oh.
- Did I say something wrong? Yeah, I mean, who was the guy having dinner with my wife? I'm I'm sorry.
I, um 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.
[Sighs.]
Oh, my God, I'm such an idiot.
No, no.
It's not your fault.
It's justMessy.
Complicated.
Plus the fact I keep thinking that Jo That she brought me here.
After she died, she brought you here? For a reason.
Like what? I don't know Yet.
Crazy, right? [Laughs.]
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.]
[Sighs.]
There you are.
Look at you.
Just look at you.
Hmm.
All right.
Let's just move that there.
There you go.
There you go.
[Sighs.]
"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.
[Laughs.]
Thank you, Jo.
I always said I couldn't write without you.
I just had to find you.
I just had to find you.
[Peaceful music.]
[muttering.]
Yeah.
Ah.
[Sighs.]
29 pages.
Holy shit.
God, I'm good.
Oh, yeah.
[Sighs.]
Thank you, Jo.
[Water splashes.]
[Suspenseful music.]
[splashing continues.]
What the? Help! Help, I'm drown! Help, I'm drown! To be continued
Stephen King's "Bag Of Bones" Part 1 of 2 By Mikhel for SUBTITULOS.
es [sinister music.]
[lively jazz music.]
Whoo! [Sinister music.]
[somber piano music.]
help! Help, I'm drown [Warped screaming.]
[Gun fires.]
[Gasps.]
[Breathes deeply.]
Last night I dreamt I went to Manderly again.
- You all right? - Yeah? Just a bad dream.
[Sighs.]
Well What? Your book? Done.
[Sighs.]
Done, done? Done, done.
Totally done? Well, not totally done.
We'll still need the grand gesture.
That's all.
For a second, I thought I'd been replaced.
Replace you, my lady? [Whispers.]
No, impossible.
Come.
Come, your hand in mine.
Come on.
[Giggles.]
Come, come, come, come.
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? - Mm-hmm.
[Taps key.]
"She smiled, "satisfied [Keys tapping.]
"And then "Unwrapped the chains "Around her neck.
"She smiled, satisfied.
"And then "Unwrapped the chains From around her neck.
" Now Done.
[Taps key.]
- Done.
- [Sighs.]
- Done.
- Hmm.
Mm.
What's with the chains around her neck? You're just going to have to read the book and find out.
Oh.
[With German accent.]
We have ways of making you talk.
Yeah, I bet you do.
[Moaning.]
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? Mm, oh.
Is it working? [Moaning and laughing.]
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"? [Horn honks.]
Hi.
- Hi.
- What's your name? Ellen.
Good.
[Sirens wail.]
Thanks.
Excuse me.
Oh, my goodness.
[Sirens wailing.]
[Heart beating.]
[Police radio chatters.]
[No audio.]
[Distant sirens wail.]
[Sobbing.]
Get off! Get your hands off me! [Solemn music.]
- 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.
To Johanna Beverly Noonan, the best of them all.
Hear, hear.
To my dead wife.
Easy, Mike.
Thateer's not going anywhere.
[Clears throat.]
[Sighs.]
This is.
Look, um I I can't imagine how hard this is for you, but you 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 doctor Yeah, yeah, I know.
He told me years ago I couldn't get her pregnant.
Hmm.
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.
[Laughs.]
And if it was going to be a little girl, she'd beKya.
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.
[Chuckles.]
[Sighs.]
[Cell phone ringing.]
[Groans.]
[Groans.]
[Breathes deeply.]
[Scraping.]
[Sighs.]
[Scraping continues.]
Oh? [Grunts.]
[Scraping continues.]
- Aah! - [Screaming.]
[Swallows.]
[Melancholy music.]
[grunts.]
[Sobbing.]
[Phone rings.]
Hi, this is Jo Noonan.
Leave me a message, and I'll call you back If you're very, very good.
[Voicemail beeps.]
[Phone rings.]
Hi, this is Jo Noonan.
Leave me a message, and I'll call you back If you're very, very good.
[Voicemail beeps.]
[Keypad tone.]
[Phone rings.]
Hi, this is Jo Noonan.
Leave me a message, and I'll call you back If you're very, very good.
[Voicemail beeps.]
[Ominous music.]
[phone ringing.]
[Rings.]
Jo! Jo! [Screams.]
[Distant sirens wail.]
[Groans.]
"Driving home [Cell phone chimes.]
[Clears 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.
[Indistinct.]
[Dramatic music.]
hmm.
Always said I couldn't write without you.
Jo Are you there? Can you give me a sign? Once for "yes," twice for "no.
" [Cell phone rings once.]
Jo Jo, is that you? Hey.
Once for "yes," twice for "no.
" [Telephone rings once.]
Hello? 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.
And? And it's Looking a little bit crowded.
What do you mean? How 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 cranking on your 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.
[Phone beeps.]
[Sighs.]
[Breathes deeply.]
You're not disappointed in me? Hmm? Once for "yes," twice for "no.
" Hmm? Last night I dreamt I went to Dark Score Lake again.
[Heart beating.]
[Shrill screaming.]
[Distant child crying.]
[Distant screaming.]
[Phone ringing.]
Oh? [Sighs.]
Yeah? 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 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.
Um, listen, Mr.
Dean, how is the lake house? I mean, apart from the windows, of course.
She's fine.
How come? Oh, I was just thinking of maybe getting away for a while, that's all.
You you want me to get it ready for an extended stay? Yes.
Yes, let's 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.
[Groans.]
Oh.
[Sighs.]
[Telephone rings once.]
now arriving at Dark Score Lake.
[Turns radio off.]
[Sighs.]
Wake up, Jo.
[Foreboding music.]
[crickets chirping.]
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.
[Eerie music.]
yeah, just put that over there, Bill.
Thanks.
Oh, Jo really did a lot of work to the place, didn't she? Yeah, she sure did.
[Chuckles.]
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.
[Laughs.]
When we got frisky here, she said we were ringing Bunter's bell.
[Laughing.]
Uh, 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.
- Mm-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.
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.
[Keys clank.]
[Sighs.]
Hmm.
[Playing guitar.]
[Melancholy music.]
come to me.
I have so much to show you, Mike.
[Keys jingle.]
[Sighs.]
[Jazz music.]
let's fire it up.
[Cracks knuckles.]
Mm-hmm.
[Sighs.]
Come on now, something, something, anything.
Something! Come on! Just give it to me! Something! Okay, Jo.
Tell me how to write, hmm? Just tell me how to write.
[Bell rings.]
Bunter? [Foreboding music.]
[bell softly rings.]
[Continues ringing.]
[Clears throat.]
[Scoffs.]
Okay.
Okay, Bunter.
That's enough of that.
[Bell rings.]
[Soft rock music.]
there are clouds on the horizon so take a breath you're in the calm before the storm if only for a moment close your eyes and feel the thunder we can't hide or run for cover anymore it's time to take a stand together oh, oh hold on 'cause the tide is strong it can't erase the fire in her eyes [sighs.]
Greetings, my dear lady.
Greetings, my green lady.
Huh.
[Sighs.]
[Scraping.]
Oh! [Grunts.]
Jo? Is that you? Once for "yes.
" Twice for "no.
" [Bell rings once.]
[Laughs.]
Oh! [Sighs.]
You're here, aren't you, Jo? [Bell rings once.]
[Laughs.]
[Woman singing shrill note.]
[Groans.]
[Woman screams.]
[Bell ringing.]
[Screams.]
[Panting.]
We're not alone, are we, Jo? Huh? [Door creaks open.]
Jo, are you there? Hi.
Who are you? I'm sorry, Mr.
Noonan.
Name's Brenda Meserve.
Your housekeeper? I I used the key to let myself in.
Yes.
[Chuckles.]
Oh, yes.
Of course.
Oh, good.
Nice to meet you, Brenda.
How are you? Uh, 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.
Uh, I was just going to head into town and get something to eat.
You're sure? Oh, absolutely.
Any, uh Any suggestions? Buddy Jellison's cafe, right there on main street.
Can't go wrong ordering the villageburger.
Ah, good.
Thank you very much.
Thanks for coming.
Hey! Hey! Get out of the road! [Horn honks.]
Hey, get out of here! Come on, come on! What are you doing? Ky! Ky? Is that your name? Like Kya? - [Panting.]
- That's my mommy.
Sweetheart, what were you thinking? - I wanted to go swimming! - [Sighs.]
Her name's Kya? Kyra, but sometimes I call her Ky.
Oh.
- I'm 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.
[Both chuckle.]
This is a little bit weird for me, but, uh, you're one of my favorite writers.
And I can't believe you just showed up out of nowhere and saved my little girl! Oh, thank you.
And you know who I am? Of course.
You, uh, inherited that house on the lake, but you haven't been back since Yeah, since my wife died.
[Quietly.]
Yeah.
Well, um, you take care of yourself now, okay? Stay out of the road.
Nice to meet you, Mattie.
Nice to meet you.
- Bye.
- Bye! Bye, Kyra! [Tires screech.]
Hey.
Hey, uh, you want a menu? Uh, I was told to order a villageburger.
One villageburger coming right up.
Uh, 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.
[Sighs.]
You'd do well to keep your distance from Mattie Devore, Mr.
Noonan.
- Mm.
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, uh Would she be alone? Uh, 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 a year on Dark Score.
You know, all those years that I couldn't make it up here.
So Hmm.
Anyway.
Mattie Devore She's a 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, uh, computer company.
Multi-millionaire.
Yeah, I think I, uh, may have seen him yesterday afternoon in the window of that old resort up there.
- Mm, warrington's.
- Mm, 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.
[Both laugh.]
[Sighs.]
[Sighs.]
[Chuckles.]
[Clicks tongue.]
[Chuckles.]
[Phone ringing.]
Hello? 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? [Chuckles.]
[Sighs.]
Sometimes I feel like a motherless child sometimes I feel like a motherless child sometimes I feel like a motherless child [door creaks open.]
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 [Frankie and Johnny plays.]
[Hums.]
[Sighs.]
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 makin' love to Nellie bly he was her man he was doin' 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 makin' love sippin' something through a straw he was doin' 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 [applause.]
[Knocking at 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.
[Sighs.]
Let me give you a piece of advice.
Don't mess with Mr.
Devore.
Or he'll squash me like a bug? [Scoffs.]
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 hot shot book writer.
[Clicks tongue.]
That it? [Sighs.]
I'll see you at the deposition, Noonan.
Sounds good.
[Sighs.]
"Help 'r.
'" help her? Is that what you're trying to say, Jo? Help Mattie Devore? [Bell rings once.]
[Laughs.]
[Bell rings once.]
[Bell ringing rapidly.]
[Woman screams.]
What? [Screaming continues.]
Sara tidwell? Is that you? Sara? Is that you? I think we might have company, Jo.
[Thunder booms.]
Lullaby and good night [groans.]
With roses bedight creep into thy room [door creaks 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 [suspenseful music.]
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.
[Cackles.]
[German accent.]
We have ways of making you talk.
[Gasps.]
Help her.
Who? Mattie? And write.
You have to write.
I can't write.
I can't write without you, Jo.
I'll help you now.
I promise.
There's only death out there.
Them that's got shall get them that's not shall lose 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.
[Whispers.]
You have no idea what Jo meant.
No idea.
Yes the strong gets more mm.
While the weak ones fade aah! All will be revealed.
[Gasps.]
[Sighs.]
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.
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.
[Electric 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.
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? [Whispers.]
Just wait.
You know what? I left my crystal ball at home.
[Chuckles.]
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 [Sighs.]
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? [Taps gavel.]
This meeting is adjourned.
This isn't over yet, Noonan.
Oh, thank God, Max.
It's just starting to get fun.
I couldn't agree more.
Mike! Hi.
Thank you! It's 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.
Mm-hmm.
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? Mm.
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 [Sighs.]
Dilemma a secret.
Nobody knows it's an old book? Nobody but you.
Well, your secret's safe with me, sir.
[Chuckles.]
My agent, my little agent Marty, after he read the first couple of pages, he called me up and, uh [Laughs.]
You know what he? [Laughs.]
- 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.
[Chuckles.]
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 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, uh, a waitress there.
And I was working a shift with my friend Laurie wilton, and 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.
What guy? He was just a guy, I guess.
- Oh.
- Did I say something wrong? Yeah, I mean, who was the guy having dinner with my wife? I'm I'm sorry.
I, um 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.
[Sighs.]
Oh, my God, I'm such an idiot.
No, no.
It's not your fault.
It's justMessy.
Complicated.
Plus the fact I keep thinking that Jo That she brought me here.
After she died, she brought you here? For a reason.
Like what? I don't know Yet.
Crazy, right? [Laughs.]
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.]
[Sighs.]
There you are.
Look at you.
Just look at you.
Hmm.
All right.
Let's just move that there.
There you go.
There you go.
[Sighs.]
"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.
[Laughs.]
Thank you, Jo.
I always said I couldn't write without you.
I just had to find you.
I just had to find you.
[Peaceful music.]
[muttering.]
Yeah.
Ah.
[Sighs.]
29 pages.
Holy shit.
God, I'm good.
Oh, yeah.
[Sighs.]
Thank you, Jo.
[Water splashes.]
[Suspenseful music.]
[splashing continues.]
What the? Help! Help, I'm drown! Help, I'm drown! To be continued