Bag of Bones Page #4

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.

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.

mm.

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 just... Messy.

Complicated.

Plus the fact...

I keep thinking that Jo...

That she brought me here.

Jo...

brought me here.

After she died, she brought you here?

For a reason.

Like what?

I don't know...

Yet.

Crazy, right?

[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 sh*t.

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...

[Record static]

['20s-style jazz music]

Stephen King's

"Bag Of Bones" Part 2 of 2.

[Ominous music]

[Jazz music]

Help, help, I'm drown...

- Help, I'm drown...

- No!

Help, I'm drown...

- No, no.

- Help, I'm drown...

- Help, I'm drown...

- Don't drown.

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