Bag of Bones Page #5
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- 2011
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- I'm drown...
- You're OK now...
Oh no! I'm here!
- You're not gonna drown! No!
- Help, I'm drown...
- Mr. Noonan?
- [Gasps]
- A-are you okay,
Mr. Noonan?
Uh...
[Chuckles awkwardly]
Yes.
[Laughs] Yes, I'm fine.
Yes, I'm fine, I'm just, uh...
I just slipped.
I'm sorry to make
I-I just wanted
to get the upstairs
as clean as I got
the downstairs the other day.
Yeah.
The tub needed a good scouring.
Oh, yeah.
I wanted to fill it up and let it soak
before I scrubbed and drained it.
I hope you don't mind.
No, good idea.
Scrub away.
All's well.
Please.
Thank you.
[Breathing heavily]
Mr. Noonan?
Yes, Mrs. Meserve?
Be careful... even though
it's cloudy out,
the summer heat gets muggy.
It's been known to drive
more than a few people
a little Dark Score crazy.
That's the second time
I've heard that expression...
"Dark Score crazy."
What's it mean?
Oh, it's...
It's that whole...
"Curse of Dark Score Lake" stuff...
Just stories people tell
around the campfire.
Stories?
People going...
You know...
Mad?
Is that what happens when
people go Dark Score crazy?
They go mad?
No, seriously.
I mean, how does this happen?
How does what happen,
Mr. Noonan?
The madness.
Hmm?
What do people do when
they go Dark Score crazy?
Mattie Devore's husband, Lance...
He tried to drown their little girl.
[Screaming] Dad!
[Gunshot]
Who else?
There was Normal Jellison back in '68.
"Buddy Jellison's cafe"...
Normal Jellison?
Buddy's father.
He held Buddy's little sister
under the water...
Drowned her...Right in front
of little Buddy's eyes.
Who else?
- Who else, Mrs. Meserve?
- I don't know.
There was, uh...
Bill Dean's father.
Bill Dean?
Our Bill Dean?
His father's name was Fred.
Same kind of thing...
Killed Billy's little sister
I guess it'd be...
Also when they were little.
Let me guess.
Drowned her right out there...
Dark Score Lake.
[Softly]
"Help me, I'm drowning."
Pardon me, Mr. Noonan?
Nothing.
Nothing, I was just, um...
Thinking out loud, that's all.
Of course, you didn't hear
any of this from me.
- No.
- This is a small town.
People don't take too kindly
to having their secrets spilled.
It's surprising
No, it ain't,
Mr. Noonan.
A person without secrets
is like a scarecrow without stuffing.
The things nobody knows
make us who we are.
Tell me something.
Did my wife ever...
Yes, Mr. Noonan?
Did Jo ever have...
Any company here?
"Company," Mr. Noonan?
Was my wife seeing someone?
Not that I'm aware of,
Mr. Noonan.
Okay.
Now, if there's nothing more...
No.
Thank you.
Oh, Jo.
Jo, I'm sorry.
I just...
[Item clatters]
Overdue books?
[Breathes deeply]
[Sighs]
[Keys clacking]
Come on, Jo.
What are you hiding from me?
Show me.
[Glasses clatter]
[Banging]
[Objects crashing]
[Drawers rattling]
[Frantic, suspenseful music]
[Grunts]
[Springs rattling]
[Clatter]
[Scurrying]
[Footsteps]
[Clatter continues]
Oh!
[Screeching]
[Grunts]
[Jazz music]
Suddenly in my prime
I mean I'm happy as a bird
flying up above
"The Curse
of Dark Score Lake."
Oh, Max Devore.
You were as ugly then as you are now.
[Scoffs, clicks tongue]
"Tanglewood nursing home."
"And Sara Tidwell's disappearance
"at the height of her fame
at the close of the 1930s
gave rise
to much speculation."
Hmm...
[Livelier jazz music begins]
She was bored
but she was honest
the victim of a rich man's whim
he betrayed her in the garden
[knock at door]
- Hey, you.
- Jackpot!
[Laughs] What's that supposed to mean?
John Storrow, my lawyer...
He just called
and said that he found a link
between Elmer Durgin,
you know, Kyra's Ad Litem
from the custody proceedings.
Who's supposed to be
completely unbiased.
Right, right, right... and
none other than Max Devore.
- Get out of here.
- It's true!
Since late may,
Durgin has paid off his house.
He's paid off his car.
He's bought a boat.
He's caught up on ten years'
worth of child support.
All on a government salary.
And he's received several
deposits into his bank account,
courtesy of Devore.
It's over, Mike.
It's over.
This custody case is over.
They're not going to grant him
custody of Kyra,
not with that type
of judicial tampering.
Great.
The home team wins.
Hmm?
[Chuckles]
I can't thank you enough, Mike.
I mean, if you would've
caved in to Devore,
like everybody else in this town,
Kyra and I would be saying
our good-byes probably soon.
Oh, well, thanks for saying so,
but I don't think I really...
But... but nothing.
I mean, you stood up for us
as if you were our...
Our knight in shining armor.
- Thanks.
- I'll never forget that.
[Sighs]
What is it?
It's... it's him.
Who?
[Sighs] Him.
The... the guy, the one that
I saw Jo having dinner with
at Warrington's.
That's the guy
I've been worried about...
The one who I thought
was sleeping with Jo?
[Laughing]
That's my brother, Sid.
[Coughs] What?
My gay brother, Sid.
[Both laughing]
I love you, Sid.
Yeah, well, it still doesn't explain
why she didn't tell me
she was pregnant
in the first place, but...
It's good enough for now.
Yeah, I guess it is.
Hey, listen, um...
Thanks for coming over.
Are you kidding?
I couldn't wait
to tell you the good news.
Well, congratulations.
It went well.
- I'll see you soon?
- Sure. Yeah.
Good.
[Engine turning]
[Chuckling]
Oh, my God.
Oh, my God.
Jo?
Did you do this?
Are you...
Are you upset?
[Bell ringing]
[Bell rings and clatters]
[Jazz music]
Frankie and Johnny
were sweethearts
oh, what a couple in love
[static]
I'm right there with you, baby.
I'm right there with you, baby.
I'm right there with you, baby.
- I'm right there with you, baby.
- Sara.
I'm right there with you, baby.
Sara Tidwell.
[Record skipping]
[Needle scratches]
Oh, come on.
This damn thing's driving me nuts.
Come on.
"Sid...Down...
Lift."
Jo, is this about
your dinner with Sid?
Hey, Sid, it's Mike.
Um, listen, when you get this message,
will you give me a call?
Uh, there's something
I want to ask you.
Okay, talk soon.
[Camera shutter clicks]
Okay.
[Cell phone rings]
[Grunts]
Hey, Sid.
Hey, Mikey.
I just noticed
I missed your call... what's up?
Uh...
It's, um...
It's about Jo.
You okay?
I haven't heard from you in a while.
Starting to get worried.
No, no, no, I'm great.
I'm really, really, really good.
Uh, really enjoying myself out here.
Glad you pushed me
out the door, you know.
It's a change of scenery...
Good for the spirit, so to speak.
Well, that's great.
You sound out of breath,
by the way, like, uh...
Like you've been knockin'
the boots or something.
[Laughs]
No, no, no knocking boots for me.
Yeah, well, okay, whatever, Mikey.
So what's going on?
Uh...
When, uh...
When you and Jo got together
up here for dinner, um...
Yeah, it's that,
uh, big old place, um...
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