Bag of Bones

[Lively jazz music plays]

[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?

- I think that's my intention, yes.

- 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.

That beer'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 b*tch

didn't mean I was going

to be a son of a b*tch.

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 be...Kya.

Kya.

Kya Jo Noonan.

That's really pretty.

We tried to get pregnant,

but then I, you know,

I went to the doctor,

and he told me it was this

low sperm count,

and that was the end of that.

That was the end.

Jo wasn't cheating on you, Mikey.

[Clears throat]

When you sold me your share

of granddad's lake house...

Yeah.

I mean, Jo spent a lot of time there.

Yeah, of course she did.

I mean, the place was a dump.

It was a total fixer.

Yeah, I know, I mean, I was

really wrapped up in the book

and everything like that.

I went there

a couple of times with her.

I haven't been there

for two, three years.

[Sighs]

You and Jo were the best couple

I ever met, Mike.

So don't beat yourself up

over the little things, okay?

I just hope she wasn't

too lonely out there

on Dark Score Lake, you know?

Hope she didn't need somebody

who might have kept her company.

That's all.

[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.

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