S2/E11 | The Factory

was a very wealthy man, a man of industry. If inverness was the political backbone of this town, then Warren's money was the marrow that kept those bones healthy. He was cruel and terrible. He left the old country not as a religious pilgrim but as a man escaping crimes against his employees. He converted on the ship over at the behest of inverness. He was never a believer in the father. He wholly believed in money. To money he prayed, and I believe that the father allowed that as a

necessary evil. You cannot build a cathedral without funds, after all, come m HMM, Wa't your stuff now sh oh, sorry, hello mother. How are you fine? Jimmy? Just fine. You can't be here all schmitty. Let Them Be. Hey, there, out of town a run. Don't get too many of your sort of passing through. Nice to have you. Where are my manners? I'm Jimmy. It's old, grumpish Schmidt. Welcome to Warren seacrafts. You're in luck. You've come on a historic day. We're just about ready to close up shop

for good. It's my last day. I'm retired here. Let me give you a tour. We were just routing out the holes for this last batch of sixteen footers. Here look, oh h we machine is high quality illuminium. I know some shops use fancy computers for this, but boss man's got us doing it the old fashioned way with wooden molts. Belief, Schmidt made this one. You want to talk old fashioned? If you want to talk old fashioned, you come to the right place. Uh, Jimmy, could you get started reinforcing

the bows? Sure thing. You'll have to part in my colleague. He's a little excitable. I don't get a lot of visitors here. Jimmy and I are the only two workers left my my family started this business about. I think it'll be about a hundred and fifty years ago. Yeah, Charles Smith, warn the fifth. That's me and it's heyday. This was one of a yard full of factories. We employed most of the men in town and none of

these little aluminium Jombo snow sailing ships. We made fishing boats and beautiful euters and sloops and you can see ourselves all throughout the bay and out to the horizon. But folks don't go in the water anymore. Sometimes I wish, sometimes I wish you look at the bright side retirement and I need your hands getting the gunnals in place, boss man, once it's wrapped up before supper time, uh, dawn release. Uh. There is no boss man like Jimmy says.

I've been keeping this place running for the last twenty years. Who can remember? But a couple of times a day Jimmy climbs the stairs over there to those old officers, saying he's gotta check in with the boss man. I've been up there. It's just empty were. No one's up there. Jimmy. He comes off happy go lucky, but it's not over there anymore. Sometimes I wonder if I'd still be here. I wasn't keeping him around, like I was saying folks

don't get in the water. Back when I was just a young man, just starting out learning the family trade, my granddad would host these big boat races. Hundreds of ships would line up to sail out of the bay, out around the island and on back. One year I started shifting. Something about the water here was different. The race that started like normal, but the folks it was like they lost control, like everyone forgot how to sail.

Or maybe it was the currents. I remember standing on the roof of this building watching boat after boat after Oh so straight to to that island. Just ran to the boy sure to hear the screens carrying across the water and going under. Experienced sailors swimming for safety. I'M gonna get run over by the next ship as a random ground. By the time anyone was able to get a rescue ship monst the hole island had a wreath of destruction around it. Things were just never the same

after that. Folks started avoiding the water. The new currents made fishing ear real herd and then and they started not making it back. We see some beach to on the island, but most just disappeared. Granddad was losing his shirt trying to keep this place open. So as a publicity starting, he and my dad made this big show

out of taking one of their finest sailboats out. They had the papers and the town come out to see him off and they did the old race route into the bay to open water around the back of them. The you you know, I saw him off. I tried telling my dad not to go, but he told me something I'd never forget. He said trump, someone has to take on all this spear. Everyone has someone has to carry for him so they can be a little less afraid. He said he and Granddad were gonna do that and

then he was off. We're going for three days like they just vanished. And they finally drifted back into the bay. There sales were just torn shreds and the rescue team he wouldn't even send a roboat out to get him. They were so scared. He stood out on the shore and waded into the boat ran aground. Granddad. It's gone, my dad. I couldn't remember nothing. Nothing. Do you understand?

He didn't know his own name. I looked him in his eyes when they pulled him off that rack and he looked right through me like I was a stranger. My own father. I think you should get out of here. Oh Hey, are you leaving so soon? Don't, let's scare you off. Today is a great day here. Why don't you come upstairs eat the boss man, Jim, I don't think that's a good idea. Oh, nonsense, come on, which

Matie can be appealed, but he means will. These closest thing I've got to family left around here and me. I think we're all about the other ones got, if I'm being honest, Schmittie, you scared me. How did you get time to go, Jim Schmidy, I don't I don't understand. Is this your funny way of seeing me off on my last day? Jim, you've been saying it your last day every day for the last twenty years. Charles, what are you talking about? I can't leave Tom that it's

not yet paid. No, don't make me go, Schmiittie, please, please don't do this. I'm bagging you. please. Where are we going? Wait, Smitty, what are you doing to me? Work? We're like family. Please don't do this, Dude. Come on, we're like family. Please don't do this to me. How long have we known each other for? Don't make me go, Smitty, please, please, don't do this. He said. I'm can you do this? Please tell me. Someone's got to carry this way. Schmitty,

I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Shmitty, please, I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I'm sorry. I'm seeing you around, Pty. Please, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. please. Yeah, what will happen Dan? Only the father knows. Everything returns to him. Yes, right, we all have our part to play in the father's story. My dear, it's not our place to question, but to

act accordingly. Bad things happen to those who do not play their part, to people who fight the order, who do not pay their debts and the warrant family's dead was long, long overdue. He was a good man, maybe the only good man in his life. Come one last stop before the gathering, one last invitation to extend. Where are we going? We're going to the lighthouse to see my father. Ye, tomorrow, on thirteen days of Halloween, the lighthouse. I remember thinking that first poor fellow who ked up

was lucky to be alive. We looked at mess who. That man was a priest as thoughts man of God. His color was still fixed in his shirt, but everything else was all shredded and threadbare. Beyond his clothes, even serrated fleshwood's bones broken in all kinds of were natural ways. But more striking, what's the state of his skin? Couldn't put my finger on it. What it seemed to just

hang withered. Thirteen days of Halloween the factory starring Kathen to, Jimmy Bethany and lynd pierced lackey and Freddie Boyd written by Mike Johns with additional material by Nicholas Takowski. Sound Design and mixing by Rima Il Kali, engineering by violent Ferton, DUBWAY STUDIOS NEW YORK. Casting by Jessica Losa, created by Matt Frederick and Alex Williams, with executive producer Aaron Manky, a production of I heart radio, grim and mild and blumhouse television.