[SPEAKER_06]: Hey, Lori! [SPEAKER_06]: Moonstone Rescue! [SPEAKER_08]: Moonstone Rescue! [SPEAKER_08]: Highlit! [SPEAKER_08]: Written by Dominique Muton. [SPEAKER_01]: Over black. [SPEAKER_01]: I'll start where we left off. [SPEAKER_05]: No, let's go back to the beginning. [SPEAKER_01]: Not the beginning, but we're so close to the end. [SPEAKER_05]: I know, but anything's gonna be sad. [SPEAKER_05]: fade in. [SPEAKER_08]: Exterior dirt road day.
[SPEAKER_08]: On the back of an uncovered horse drawn wagon, a dozen indigenous children sit silently, broken. [SPEAKER_08]: Super, California, eighteen, ninety-six. [SPEAKER_08]: Interior exterior uncovered wagon day, moving. [SPEAKER_08]: Henrietta, four, stairs straight ahead with dried tears on her face and two long braids down her back. [SPEAKER_01]: Your great-great-grandmother was only four years old when she was taken from her tribe and given the name Henrietta.
[SPEAKER_01]: The government called it Estimulation. [SPEAKER_08]: As the wagon moves along, Henrietta notices an orange cat hiding behind some brush and the cat notices her too. [SPEAKER_08]: exterior St. [SPEAKER_08]: Rosalia Indian School Day, an imposing red brick building at the foothills of a valley surrounded by lush olive and oak trees. [SPEAKER_08]: In front, uniformed indigenous kids march in formations. [SPEAKER_08]: Emotionless, focused, obedient, they've been assimilated.
[SPEAKER_08]: A staff of nuns and teachers stand beside a sign that proudly reads St. [SPEAKER_08]: Rosalia Indian School. [SPEAKER_08]: The wagon carrying the children approaches a steely-faced nun, sister Bernadette, thirties, steps forward. [SPEAKER_07]: Remember? [SPEAKER_07]: Be compassionate, but firm. [SPEAKER_07]: God knows they'll need both. [SPEAKER_08]: Once the wagon comes to a stop, the nuns spring into action to promptly usher out the new arrivals.
[SPEAKER_08]: Henrietta has lifted off the wagon bed. [SPEAKER_08]: She frowns at the fleshy adult hand that grabs and pulls her. [SPEAKER_08]: Without warning, Henrietta sinks her tiny teeth into the stranger's thumb, hard. [SPEAKER_08]: The owner of the thumb cries out. [SPEAKER_08]: Interior classroom day. [SPEAKER_08]: Young girls practice their sewing in silence. [SPEAKER_08]: The sewing teacher writes at her desk.
[SPEAKER_08]: Pre-teen Henrietta, now twelve, fusses with sloppy needlework in the back corner. [SPEAKER_08]: Her short-cropped hair is hopelessly untamed, unlady like and unassimulated. [SPEAKER_01]: They did everything to make her forget who she was. [SPEAKER_01]: She learned their language, manners, customs. [SPEAKER_08]: Henrietta fumbles with her needle, accidentally pokes herself. [SPEAKER_08]: A tiny pool of blood forms on the prick to finger.
[SPEAKER_08]: She closes her eyes inexplicably. [SPEAKER_08]: She smears the blood across her forehead. [SPEAKER_08]: But she never did fit in. [SPEAKER_08]: Not that she really tried. [SPEAKER_08]: A little girl sitting close by stares at Henrietta clings to her rosary. [SPEAKER_08]: Others take notice, frightened. [SPEAKER_08]: Exterior St. [SPEAKER_08]: Rosalia Indian School moments later.
[SPEAKER_08]: The sister Bernadette holds Henrietta by the neck over a bucket of water vigorously scrubs her forehead with a cloth. [SPEAKER_08]: No more witchery. [SPEAKER_08]: Understand? [SPEAKER_08]: Interior girl's dormitory night. [SPEAKER_08]: In bed, silent tears roll down Henrietta's red, raw face. [SPEAKER_01]: Henrietta cried not for the pain she suffered, but for her parents whose face as she couldn't recall. [SPEAKER_01]: The language she'd forgotten.
[SPEAKER_01]: She didn't even remember her name, her real name. [SPEAKER_08]: Amid the darkness, a light appears, Henrietta sits up, startled. [SPEAKER_08]: Hello? [SPEAKER_08]: The light gets brighter, Beckins heard a follow. [SPEAKER_01]: She gets out of bed, chases it. [SPEAKER_01]: She didn't know what compelled her to fall of that light. [SPEAKER_01]: It seemed familiar, like an old friend. [SPEAKER_08]: exterior St. [SPEAKER_08]: Rosalia Indian School night.
[SPEAKER_08]: Outside, Henrietta follows the light under a large oak tree, the light dims, for a moment she stands in darkness. [SPEAKER_08]: The light returns, an orange cat in its center. [SPEAKER_08]: Henrietta and the cat make steady, unblinking eye contact. [SPEAKER_01]: Though the cat's mouth did not move, she told Henrietta secrets. [SPEAKER_01]: Secrets of her ancestors. [SPEAKER_01]: of the old ways. [SPEAKER_01]: And the future, too.
[SPEAKER_01]: The cat agreed to be her guide, always. [SPEAKER_08]: In the distance, the angry matron holds a lantern. [SPEAKER_08]: She spots Henrietta under the oak tree. [SPEAKER_08]: Henrietta! [SPEAKER_08]: Henrietta whips around eyes wide. [SPEAKER_08]: more cat furry tails. [SPEAKER_08]: Interior bedroom day, present day. [SPEAKER_08]: Robert Rhodes, thirties, stands at the doorway with a tea tray. [SPEAKER_08]: He's got a snarky irreverent smirk on his face.
[SPEAKER_08]: But his bright, puppy print veterinary scrubs betray his inner door. [SPEAKER_15]: I said furry tails, you get it. [SPEAKER_08]: In bed, a frail and tired Nora Rhodes' thirties. [SPEAKER_08]: A hand-nitted cap covers her head. [SPEAKER_08]: She manages to smile at her husband through her obvious fatigue. [SPEAKER_08]: Yeah, yeah, I got it. [SPEAKER_08]: Nora holds a leather sketchbook filled with handwritten notes and drawings.
[SPEAKER_08]: Snuggled close beside her and Robert's exuberant daughter, Maya Rhodes' twelfth. [SPEAKER_08]: Her wild, tightly-coiled red hair flies all over the place. [SPEAKER_08]: It's not a fairytale, Dad. [SPEAKER_13]: Nasty nuns, psychic cats, it's basically a Cinderella Ripple. [SPEAKER_08]: As Robert walks over with the tray, he nearly drops. [SPEAKER_08]: The culprit Henry the cat, black with big yellow eyes, she stares up at Robert innocent. [SPEAKER_08]: Robert doesn't buy it.
[SPEAKER_15]: This cat is always in my way. [SPEAKER_01]: Robert, my love. [SPEAKER_01]: Have you considered that Henry has been there for an hour and it is you who put yourself in her way? [SPEAKER_15]: Excellent logic, Professor Rose. [SPEAKER_08]: Robert sets the tray down. [SPEAKER_08]: Kisses her, sweetly. [SPEAKER_15]: How you feeling? [SPEAKER_05]: Great. [SPEAKER_15]: Yeah. [SPEAKER_15]: Doctor said you might be great. [SPEAKER_05]: See what this?
[SPEAKER_05]: We're at the part where Grandma Henrietta escapes. [SPEAKER_15]: Everyone claims Pogohanus is an ancestor. [SPEAKER_15]: Why is that? [SPEAKER_05]: Herma Henry is way cooler than Polka Hades. [SPEAKER_15]: But at least there's evidence she actually exists. [SPEAKER_15]: Shut up, Grumpy, get in here. [SPEAKER_15]: My scrubs are dirty. [SPEAKER_08]: Nora and Maya grab both his arms. [SPEAKER_12]: He's no man. [SPEAKER_08]: He gets into the bed.
[SPEAKER_08]: Henry, the cat jumps on his lap. [SPEAKER_15]: I swear, this is swear. [SPEAKER_15]: This cat hasn't been for me. [SPEAKER_05]: That she's not just a cat. [SPEAKER_05]: She knows things. [SPEAKER_05]: Things we can't even see. [SPEAKER_15]: Like I said, furry tails. [SPEAKER_08]: Dad doesn't get it, does he? [SPEAKER_08]: Nora winks at Maya. [SPEAKER_08]: Henry's powers are there secret. [SPEAKER_15]: Go what? [SPEAKER_08]: She ignores the question.
[SPEAKER_01]: Turns the page of her sketchbook. [SPEAKER_01]: The angry nun grabbed Henrietta by the shoulders and shook her. [SPEAKER_08]: interior, Maya's room day. [SPEAKER_08]: Maya snoozes in bed. [SPEAKER_08]: She's a bit older, but her room looks like it belongs to a younger kid. [SPEAKER_08]: Stuffed animals, childish posters, old drawings, Nora sketchbook on the nightstand. [SPEAKER_08]: Super, two years later. [SPEAKER_08]: Light from a nearby window wakes Maya.
[SPEAKER_08]: She stretches and rolls over. [SPEAKER_08]: When she opens her eyes, two huge yellow eyes stare back at her. [SPEAKER_08]: startled Maya falls to the floor. [SPEAKER_08]: Henry the cat looks down at her from the edge of the bed. [SPEAKER_05]: Henry, I love you, but you got to stop doing that! [SPEAKER_08]: Maya stands and picks up the cat, holds her close. [SPEAKER_08]: Did you tell Mom that I had graduated eighth grade tomorrow? [SPEAKER_08]: Henry Blinks.
[SPEAKER_08]: Her face adorable, but ambiguous. [SPEAKER_08]: interior road's home staircase day. [SPEAKER_08]: Maya runs downstairs fully dressed and Henry at her heels, so music blares from the kitchen. [SPEAKER_08]: Kitchen. [SPEAKER_08]: Maya's quirky grandma, Jean Rhodes, sixties, carves a clay figurine of a voluptuous nude woman. [SPEAKER_08]: Jean's hips move to the music, her long locks swim down her back. [SPEAKER_08]: The eating kitchen doubles as her art studio.
[SPEAKER_08]: Intricate erotic sculptures sit on every flat surface. [SPEAKER_08]: Maya enters, opens the fridge for a snack. [SPEAKER_05]: Morning, Granny. [SPEAKER_08]: Hey, baby. [SPEAKER_08]: You're up early. [SPEAKER_05]: Got to tell Mom about the graduation. [SPEAKER_08]: Gene smiles, represses concern, Maya heads to the door. [SPEAKER_05]: Making any stops? [SPEAKER_05]: Like, like, where? [SPEAKER_09]: I don't know. [SPEAKER_09]: Maybe wherever it is you've been going after school.
[SPEAKER_05]: I've been in Jackie with her back. [SPEAKER_05]: Sorry, I'm so sorry. [SPEAKER_05]: Valid, Victoria is being... Valid, Victoria. [SPEAKER_05]: OK. [SPEAKER_05]: Uh, I've been helping Jackie with their values. [SPEAKER_05]: I've been helping Jackie with their values. [SPEAKER_05]: I've been helping Jackie with their values for his speech. [SPEAKER_05]: I told you. [SPEAKER_09]: But maybe you've got a boo-fang or something. [SPEAKER_09]: Uh, boo-fang?
[SPEAKER_08]: Maya picks up Henry, cringing, and eager to leave, and avoid further inquiries. [SPEAKER_05]: Hey, can you remind Dad about tomorrow? [SPEAKER_05]: So he doesn't forget. [SPEAKER_09]: Why would he forget? [SPEAKER_05]: He forgot my birthday. [SPEAKER_05]: And Henry's. [SPEAKER_05]: And yours. [SPEAKER_09]: Oh, it's that clinic. [SPEAKER_09]: I told him to hire help, but you know how he gets. [SPEAKER_09]: The whole town knows how he gets.
[SPEAKER_08]: Gene stopped sculpting to look Maya in the eye. [SPEAKER_09]: You know he loves you, right? [SPEAKER_09]: Sure he does. [SPEAKER_09]: Love is a language. [SPEAKER_09]: Everyone has their own funky way of speaking it. [SPEAKER_09]: Then Dad speaks love and pig Latin. [SPEAKER_09]: Gene can't help but to grin and agreement with Maya. [SPEAKER_09]: That's my son, but sometimes it's like that boy. [SPEAKER_09]: He talks pure gibberish. [SPEAKER_08]: interior deli day.
[SPEAKER_08]: Robert stands in the line of a busy deli shop. [SPEAKER_08]: He's in his own world rocking out to industrial hip hop that blasts loudly from his headphones. [SPEAKER_08]: He's less polished, less affable than we remember him, certainly scruffier too. [SPEAKER_08]: Robert ignores the glaring eyes of others around him as he lip sinks the song's unintelligible lyrics. [SPEAKER_08]: It's getting to the good part when the music stops.
[SPEAKER_08]: Pist, he looks at his phone, incoming call from hell. [SPEAKER_08]: He rejects the call, restarts the music. [SPEAKER_08]: Hell calls again. [SPEAKER_08]: He rejects it again. [SPEAKER_08]: The music resumes. [SPEAKER_08]: Behind Robert, an irked customer, taps his shoulder. [SPEAKER_08]: You mine turn in the music down. [SPEAKER_08]: Robert fain's confusion. [SPEAKER_11]: What? [SPEAKER_08]: The customer motions to their ears.
[SPEAKER_08]: Now Robert fain's comprehension produces a phony smile. [SPEAKER_15]: No, but thanks for the offer. [SPEAKER_08]: Robert turns around where he's finally next in line. [SPEAKER_08]: He takes off his headphones. [SPEAKER_00]: I'm not gonna get ya. [SPEAKER_15]: Hold on. [SPEAKER_15]: Let me look. [SPEAKER_08]: Robert reads the menu, carefully considers his options, annoyed customers in line roll their eyes grumble and grumble.
[SPEAKER_08]: Interior roads vet clinic, lobby, day, clients and pets sit in the waiting area, they're growing impatient. [SPEAKER_08]: Mrs. Silva, seventies, quintessential cat lady, approaches the front desk, her crated feline Gemma in tow. [SPEAKER_08]: At the desk sits overworked vet tech slash secretary slash crisis manager Zara, twenty-five. [SPEAKER_08]: She smiles, anticipates Mrs. Silva's complaints. [SPEAKER_00]: I am so sorry, Mrs. Selva.
[SPEAKER_00]: Dr. Rhodes should be here any minute. [SPEAKER_09]: You said that thirty minutes ago. [SPEAKER_00]: If you want, I can reschedule your appointment. [SPEAKER_00]: Gemma can't afford to be reschedule. [SPEAKER_00]: I'm sure Gemma will be fine. [SPEAKER_08]: Does this look that into you? [SPEAKER_08]: She holds up the crate, the scrawny cat struggles to breathe. [SPEAKER_08]: The front door opens, Robert enters mouth full in breakfast sandwich in hand.
[SPEAKER_08]: Clients glare as he walks past them. [SPEAKER_08]: Zara stands up, follows Robert into his office. [SPEAKER_08]: Robert's office. [SPEAKER_08]: Robert quickly puts on a white coat over his scrubs. [SPEAKER_08]: Zara represses frustration. [SPEAKER_00]: I tried calling you. [SPEAKER_00]: We had some client leave. [SPEAKER_08]: He hands her the remainder of his food. [SPEAKER_15]: Can you put this in the fridge? [SPEAKER_08]: Roberts.
[SPEAKER_15]: Yeah. [SPEAKER_08]: Zara wants to say something. [SPEAKER_08]: She thinks better of it. [SPEAKER_00]: Never mind. [SPEAKER_08]: Interior roads vet clinic, exam room day. [SPEAKER_08]: Roberts stands across from Mrs. Silva with test results. [SPEAKER_15]: But you, Kenny, failure. [SPEAKER_15]: I wish I had better news, but she's beyond help at this point. [SPEAKER_02]: But why? [SPEAKER_02]: How? [SPEAKER_15]: It could be a number of things, pesticides, meds, certain plants and how.
[SPEAKER_08]: He shrugs oddly cold and impenetrible. [SPEAKER_08]: He's definitely not the same Robert who once wore puppy print scrubs. [SPEAKER_08]: But it's not possible. [SPEAKER_08]: Check again. [SPEAKER_15]: You're welcome to get a second opinion elsewhere. [SPEAKER_02]: The next there is miles away. [SPEAKER_02]: I don't have a car. [SPEAKER_08]: Robert Nods looks at his watch. [SPEAKER_08]: So what's next? [SPEAKER_14]: Uh, Gemma's sixteen years old with failing organs.
[SPEAKER_14]: There is no next. [SPEAKER_08]: Mrs. Silva's eyes go wide as she comprehends. [SPEAKER_15]: It was the nation. [SPEAKER_15]: That's your choice. [SPEAKER_15]: But if it were me, I wouldn't let her suffer like this for another minute. [SPEAKER_08]: Interior roads vet clinic lobby day. [SPEAKER_08]: Mrs. Silva returns to the lobby empty-handed and teary-eyed. [SPEAKER_00]: Darylingles? [SPEAKER_00]: Mr. Rhodes will see, Mr. Now.
[SPEAKER_08]: Daryl Engel's fifties stands up, a stiff old German shepherd misty at his side. [SPEAKER_08]: Daryl approaches Mrs. Silva. [SPEAKER_12]: Gemma, she... It wasn't neat. [SPEAKER_08]: Nice. [SPEAKER_08]: She walks out of the clinic. [SPEAKER_08]: Robert enters the lobby. [SPEAKER_15]: Daryl, you coming? [SPEAKER_08]: Daryl looks down at his beloved misty for a moment. [SPEAKER_12]: He'll know. [SPEAKER_12]: Excuse me?
[SPEAKER_12]: For the last two years, we've all been understanding and patient with you and your antics, but this is the last straw for me. [SPEAKER_12]: You're not touching a hair on this, he's head. [SPEAKER_12]: I'm lost or what's the issue? [SPEAKER_12]: Sure, where some of them would come along and put you out of business. [SPEAKER_08]: Darrell and Misty storm out. [SPEAKER_08]: Robert looks at Zara, puzzled.
[SPEAKER_08]: exterior, McGregor Farm Day. [SPEAKER_08]: Dingey, poorly maintained structures scattered across several acres of land. [SPEAKER_08]: The property is redeemed by its old growth trees and pretty landscape. [SPEAKER_08]: exterior McGregor Farm stable day. [SPEAKER_08]: Neglected frustrated horses, nay in their stalls. [SPEAKER_08]: Mubem McGregor, thirties, an Afro-Indigenous woman with long, dark hair, struggles to remove a shoe from a sassy horse.
[SPEAKER_08]: She pulls and cries the shoe clenches with rusty clinch cutters. [SPEAKER_08]: Takes a rubber mallet to hit the clinch. [SPEAKER_08]: Bam, the cutters break. [SPEAKER_08]: Damn it! [SPEAKER_08]: Blue Bay tosses them to the side. [SPEAKER_08]: Pets the horse gently. [SPEAKER_08]: We'll get these off of you soon. [SPEAKER_08]: Exterior, McGregor Farm, main house day.
[SPEAKER_08]: Blue Bay approaches the front door of an old but charming country home, and absurdly cute Fox runs up to her excited. [SPEAKER_08]: This is pumpkin. [SPEAKER_08]: She picks him up. [SPEAKER_08]: Pumpkin whimpers. [SPEAKER_08]: Oh, I know, I know. [SPEAKER_08]: I'm hungry too. [SPEAKER_08]: Interior, McGregor Farm, main house, day. [SPEAKER_08]: Inside, a dozen half-packed boxes sit around. [SPEAKER_08]: It's hard to tell if someone's moving in or moving out. [SPEAKER_08]: Kitchen.
[SPEAKER_08]: Pumpkin looks up at Lupay as she opens a cabinet, takes out a can of dog food. [SPEAKER_08]: The last one. [SPEAKER_08]: Lupay opens the fridge. [SPEAKER_08]: It's bare. [SPEAKER_08]: She looks at Pumpkin distressed. [SPEAKER_07]: You think postmates delivers out here? [SPEAKER_08]: Yeah, well, I don't think so either. [SPEAKER_08]: exterior cemetery day. [SPEAKER_08]: Maya leans against a gravestone.
[SPEAKER_08]: She wears binoculars around her neck as she reads her mother's sketchbook. [SPEAKER_08]: Henry watches squirrels nearby. [SPEAKER_05]: As the days went by, Henry had to groom more and more in the wind. [SPEAKER_05]: Until one day, it cashed on her house escape the file school. [SPEAKER_08]: The cat stares up at a pretty bird in a tree. [SPEAKER_08]: Maya scrambleds to her feet, puts the binoculars to her eyes. [SPEAKER_05]: It's a rose, but it's a ghost leak!
[SPEAKER_08]: Behind her, the Grave Stone reveals Nora Rose, beloved mother, wife, and watch her up burns. [SPEAKER_08]: She's listening! [SPEAKER_08]: Leaves crunch under clumsy footsteps, the bird flies away. [SPEAKER_08]: Maya turns to see Maverick Grayson, fourteen, blonde and large for his age. [SPEAKER_08]: He's a gentle giant disguised as a baby fret boy. [SPEAKER_05]: You shouldn't creep up on people like that Maverick. [SPEAKER_05]: What were you looking at?
[SPEAKER_05]: Just an extremely rare rose breast and ghost beak that I'll probably never see again. [SPEAKER_08]: I don't see it. [SPEAKER_08]: Maya can barely conceal irritation. [SPEAKER_08]: Yeah. [SPEAKER_08]: Cause it flew away. [SPEAKER_08]: Oh. [SPEAKER_02]: Listen, I came to apologize for the other day. [SPEAKER_02]: It wasn't cool how Kyle and Doug locked you in the bathroom. [SPEAKER_02]: They were insecure bullies. [SPEAKER_02]: You know what they say?
[SPEAKER_02]: Birds of feather flocked together. [SPEAKER_02]: Maverick thinks about this for a moment. [SPEAKER_02]: That's actually really deep. [SPEAKER_02]: Why are you apologizing for your friends anyway? [SPEAKER_02]: because you deserve an apology. [SPEAKER_08]: Maverick is earnest, bashful. [SPEAKER_08]: He clearly has a thing for Maya. [SPEAKER_08]: Unfortunately, she knows it. [SPEAKER_08]: It's awkward. [SPEAKER_02]: I have to go meet my friends else. [SPEAKER_02]: In the towel?
[SPEAKER_02]: I'm meeting my dad there. [SPEAKER_02]: We can walk together. [SPEAKER_02]: It's perfect. [SPEAKER_05]: Great! [SPEAKER_08]: Interior Oak Bluffs Town Center Day. [SPEAKER_08]: Maya, Maverick, and Henry arrived to a street adorned with colorful shops, old buildings. [SPEAKER_08]: It's quaint, charming, magical, right out of a storybook. [SPEAKER_08]: They stop in front of Foli's ice cream parlour. [SPEAKER_08]: Maya puts Henry on the ground.
[SPEAKER_08]: Thank you for your time, okay? [SPEAKER_08]: Interior fullies ice cream parlor day. [SPEAKER_08]: Maya and Maverick enter the shop packed with rowdy summer ready kids. [SPEAKER_08]: Jackie Andrews, fourteen waves to Maya. [SPEAKER_08]: Jackie's witty with micro braids and thick glasses. [SPEAKER_08]: Standing on a chair across from her is the hyperactive animated Hugo Fuentes, fourteen. [SPEAKER_08]: Maya be lines to their table. [SPEAKER_08]: Maverick trails close behind.
[SPEAKER_04]: Your ice cream melted. [SPEAKER_04]: Wait, it didn't go to waste. [SPEAKER_12]: You're hyperactive and animated. [SPEAKER_12]: A little more. [SPEAKER_12]: Do me a burp by getting your all the way from here. [SPEAKER_12]: I don't think I can burp on. [SPEAKER_04]: You're ice cream melted. [SPEAKER_04]: Don't worry. [SPEAKER_04]: It didn't go to waste. [SPEAKER_08]: Jackie's eyes narrow at Maverick. [SPEAKER_04]: What's he doing here? [SPEAKER_03]: This is Maverick.
[SPEAKER_08]: Maverick extends a friendly hand. [SPEAKER_08]: Jackie and Hugo ignore it. [SPEAKER_04]: Huh? [SPEAKER_04]: Why is he here? [SPEAKER_04]: You're Jackie and Hugo, right? [SPEAKER_04]: He knows our names. [SPEAKER_02]: I'm sure his buddies told him all about us. [SPEAKER_02]: I'm not like those guys. [SPEAKER_02]: Our parents are friends, but I'm realizing we don't have anything in common.
[SPEAKER_02]: And the older I get, the more I see that they are, the kind of people I want to be around. [SPEAKER_02]: Birds of Feather, right? [SPEAKER_08]: He turns to wink at Maya. [SPEAKER_03]: He gets off this vulnerability and self-awareness as an act, but I won't keep kind of like it. [SPEAKER_08]: Maverick takes this as permission to sit down at the table. [SPEAKER_04]: And, uh, who's fat? [SPEAKER_08]: They all turned to look out the window.
[SPEAKER_08]: Exterior Street Day, across the street, loop a nervously enters the butcher's shop. [SPEAKER_08]: Intercut between fully-zice cream and across the street. [SPEAKER_03]: You don't know about Tom McGregor's widow? [SPEAKER_03]: I didn't even know he had a wife. [SPEAKER_03]: Yeah. [SPEAKER_03]: Her name is Lubei. [SPEAKER_03]: And apparently, she's the one who killed him. [SPEAKER_03]: What? [SPEAKER_03]: What? [SPEAKER_03]: Not with her bare hands! [SPEAKER_03]: With magic.
[SPEAKER_03]: She's a witch. [SPEAKER_03]: You're white. [SPEAKER_03]: My mom went to school with her. [SPEAKER_03]: She lived on the Wampanoag reservation before transferring to Oklahoma's High. [SPEAKER_03]: Apparently, she's security potions in her backpack. [SPEAKER_03]: So it. [SPEAKER_03]: If someone got on her bad side, they, they, they, they're a blood or something the next day. [SPEAKER_03]: Cool. [SPEAKER_08]: Interior, McGregor home, night, flashback.
[SPEAKER_08]: Lupay and Tom McGregor argue. [SPEAKER_08]: Right after high school, Lupay married Tom. [SPEAKER_03]: He treated her really bad. [SPEAKER_03]: Everyone knew it. [SPEAKER_03]: Tom grabs Lupay's wrist, hard and menacing. [SPEAKER_08]: She's to come in and tell what bruises and stuff. [SPEAKER_08]: Exterior oak bluffs town center day, flashback. [SPEAKER_08]: Lupi walks down the street, towns people stare at her, whispering amongst themselves. [SPEAKER_08]: Pretty soon?
[SPEAKER_08]: She stops showing up and public it off. [SPEAKER_08]: She pulls down her sleeve to conceal bruising on her arm. [SPEAKER_08]: Exterior McGregor Farm Day, Flashback. [SPEAKER_08]: Tearful and furious, Lupay loads a pickup truck with her belongings. [SPEAKER_08]: Tom runs out of the house, grabs her by the shoulders. [SPEAKER_08]: She shoves him off. [SPEAKER_08]: Tom suddenly grasps at his chest and pain. [SPEAKER_08]: Heels over.
[SPEAKER_08]: Lupay stares at him coldly and gets in the vehicle, drives off. [SPEAKER_03]: She finally left him for good. [SPEAKER_03]: And went back to the reservation. [SPEAKER_08]: Interior full these ice cream parlour day, back to present. [SPEAKER_08]: The kids hang on Jackie's words. [SPEAKER_03]: For years, no one heard anything about Lubey McGregor. [SPEAKER_03]: Tom was never the same, and now that he's dead, she's back to take over the farm. [SPEAKER_03]: He left her everything.
[SPEAKER_03]: But why? [SPEAKER_05]: Maybe he felt guilty. [SPEAKER_05]: Sometimes it would change after losing someone. [SPEAKER_04]: Yeah, what could happen to your dad after your m-oops? [SPEAKER_08]: He stops. [SPEAKER_08]: Realizes he's stepped into taboo territory. [SPEAKER_08]: Your cat, obviously, likes her. [SPEAKER_08]: They look out the window again to see Lupé petting Henry.
[SPEAKER_08]: Axel Grayson, late thirties, a bulky X UFC fighter stuffed into an expensive suit, approaches Lupé in a familiar way. [SPEAKER_02]: Patrick, how does her dad know Lupé? [SPEAKER_02]: That's been trying to buy the McGregor firm since. [SPEAKER_02]: forever. [SPEAKER_08]: Why? [SPEAKER_08]: Here he owns half the town. [SPEAKER_08]: Lupi and Axel's conversation heats up. [SPEAKER_08]: It's an argument. [SPEAKER_08]: He gestures wildly.
[SPEAKER_08]: She gestures back before storming off. [SPEAKER_08]: Must be Lloyd Rage. [SPEAKER_02]: I should go. [SPEAKER_02]: See you guys at graduation, okay? [SPEAKER_08]: Maverick stands up and scurries out the shop. [SPEAKER_04]: I like him. [SPEAKER_08]: It's his dad, I'm worried about. [SPEAKER_08]: Maya stirs out the window, concern on her face. [SPEAKER_08]: Interior sports bar day. [SPEAKER_08]: Robert chugs a beer at a mostly empty bar.
[SPEAKER_08]: Next to him is Josh Rollins, thirties, professor, mench, Robert's only friend. [SPEAKER_12]: Her name's Debbie. [SPEAKER_12]: Do you hate her? [SPEAKER_12]: She's in the math department, but no, I think she's quite nice. [SPEAKER_12]: You must hate her. [SPEAKER_12]: You're trying to set her up with me. [SPEAKER_12]: You work quite the catch once, just channel that guy. [SPEAKER_12]: I'm undatable, Josh. [SPEAKER_12]: By design.
[SPEAKER_12]: I guess making old ladies cry is taking up all your time? [SPEAKER_12]: Yes, I heard about Mrs. Silva's cat. [SPEAKER_12]: I'm what about Mrs. Silva's cat. [SPEAKER_12]: Everyone's talking about it on the my neighbor app. [SPEAKER_08]: Josh hands Robert his phone. [SPEAKER_08]: He scrolls the message board. [SPEAKER_15]: Roads clinic used to be amazing, now it seems Dr. Roads gets off on killing pets. [SPEAKER_15]: Oak Bluffs citizens must boycott.
[SPEAKER_12]: Is this small town, Rob? [SPEAKER_12]: Something like this could end your business. [SPEAKER_15]: Dude, sometimes animals have to be put down. [SPEAKER_15]: Sorry, it happens every day. [SPEAKER_15]: Maybe you could be nice about it? [SPEAKER_15]: I'm efficient and I'm honest. [SPEAKER_15]: I think that's pretty nice. [SPEAKER_08]: Robert takes a deep swig of his beer as Josh face palms. [SPEAKER_12]: What happened to that grief support group you joined?
[SPEAKER_12]: Sad sex with sob stories. [SPEAKER_12]: Thought that was the point. [SPEAKER_15]: Look. [SPEAKER_15]: There you have problems, but these people have problems. [SPEAKER_08]: That's depressing. [SPEAKER_15]: You want me to? [SPEAKER_08]: He puts fingers to his head like a gun, pulls the trigger. [SPEAKER_12]: Dude, that's so wrong. [SPEAKER_12]: Another beer? [SPEAKER_12]: I gotta go. [SPEAKER_12]: It's finals week.
[SPEAKER_12]: Oh, you're tenured now, son of... Josh puts a bill down on the bar counter. [SPEAKER_08]: Picks up his bag. [SPEAKER_12]: It's two PM, and I'm an adult. [SPEAKER_12]: Nora wouldn't like this guy you're pretending to be. [SPEAKER_12]: Oh, she's dead, so. [SPEAKER_08]: as Josh leaves Lube enters. [SPEAKER_08]: She's flustered from her encounter with Axel. [SPEAKER_08]: She sits at the far end of the bar. [SPEAKER_08]: Robert watches her intrigued.
[SPEAKER_08]: The bartender walks over to take Lube's order. [SPEAKER_08]: Just water, please. [SPEAKER_10]: Water. [SPEAKER_10]: At a bar. [SPEAKER_07]: Why not? [SPEAKER_10]: It's a bar. [SPEAKER_07]: Water is the fountain of life. [SPEAKER_10]: Foundation. [SPEAKER_10]: Water? [SPEAKER_10]: Water? [SPEAKER_07]: Hey. [SPEAKER_07]: Water is the foundation of life. [SPEAKER_15]: I don't know, but a stiff drink makes life tolerable. [SPEAKER_07]: Because it does the senses.
[SPEAKER_07]: Kills, brain cells, nums, pain. [SPEAKER_15]: All the above. [SPEAKER_07]: Lupi looks into his eyes, reading him. [SPEAKER_07]: You remind me of someone. [SPEAKER_07]: Hi. [SPEAKER_15]: I was thinking the same thing about you. [SPEAKER_07]: Who do I remind you of? [SPEAKER_15]: He put my finger on it. [SPEAKER_07]: Too bad. [SPEAKER_07]: Must be the alcohol. [SPEAKER_15]: I must be. [SPEAKER_15]: So who am I? [SPEAKER_07]: Palayachi. [SPEAKER_15]: Palayachi.
[SPEAKER_15]: The sad clown. [SPEAKER_08]: A smile that hides a broken heart. [SPEAKER_08]: Robert is taken aback by Lupi's casual intensity. [SPEAKER_15]: Well, it took a depressing, yet oddly accurate turn. [SPEAKER_15]: I'm Robert, by the way. [SPEAKER_08]: I know. [SPEAKER_08]: Lube finishes her water and stands to go. [SPEAKER_15]: What's your name? [SPEAKER_08]: But Lube is already out the door. [SPEAKER_15]: People say I'm rude. [SPEAKER_08]: exterior country road day.
[SPEAKER_08]: The sun is just beginning to set. [SPEAKER_08]: Maya walks along a tree shrouded road carries a bag of groceries. [SPEAKER_08]: Henry the cat follows along. [SPEAKER_08]: They arrive at a shabby splinter driveway gate. [SPEAKER_08]: A lopsided sign reads, McGregor Farm. [SPEAKER_08]: Maya pushes the gate open. [SPEAKER_08]: enters. [SPEAKER_08]: exterior magregor farm and closures day.
[SPEAKER_08]: Lupay feeds various small animals as she holds a phone between her ear and shoulder. [SPEAKER_08]: Mom, please stop worrying about me. [SPEAKER_08]: Exterior, Aquina Wampanoag, Powau grounds, day. [SPEAKER_08]: Debra Winslow, sixties, warm, humble, holds a phone to her ear as she oversees volunteers fumbling with picnic tables. [SPEAKER_09]: Hey, most tables belong on the other side. [SPEAKER_09]: The other side. [SPEAKER_08]: They shrug, confused.
[SPEAKER_08]: Deborah returns to the call. [SPEAKER_09]: You sound stressed. [SPEAKER_08]: How am I supposed to not worry? [SPEAKER_08]: Intercut, Lupay, Deborah. [SPEAKER_08]: Lupay opens the crate door than a possum family. [SPEAKER_08]: The mama possum has abandoned on her back leg. [SPEAKER_08]: Hisses at Lupay. [SPEAKER_07]: No, you're stressed. [SPEAKER_07]: And that's stressing me out. [SPEAKER_07]: Of course I'm stressed. [SPEAKER_09]: Oh, this year's been a pain.
[SPEAKER_09]: I could use your help now that I'm on the council. [SPEAKER_08]: I think you can handle it. [SPEAKER_08]: Lupiz is widened at the site of a lethargic baby possum. [SPEAKER_09]: And I'm worried about you in that house. [SPEAKER_09]: All those memories. [SPEAKER_08]: Sorry, I have to go. [SPEAKER_08]: Interior Lupay's exam room day. [SPEAKER_08]: Lupay brings the possum into a makeshift exam room. [SPEAKER_08]: Places it on the bed.
[SPEAKER_08]: It's a humble space compared to Robert's sterile clinic, but she has everything she needs here. [SPEAKER_08]: She examines the animal's eyes. [SPEAKER_08]: Mouth? [SPEAKER_08]: It doesn't look good. [SPEAKER_08]: exterior McGregor Farm main house day. [SPEAKER_08]: Maya knocks on the front door. [SPEAKER_08]: No answer. [SPEAKER_08]: She knocks again, harder. [SPEAKER_08]: The half closed door freaks open. [SPEAKER_08]: Henry runs in.
[SPEAKER_08]: Interior McGregor Farm main house continues. [SPEAKER_08]: Maya walks into the house. [SPEAKER_08]: Henry is nowhere to be found. [SPEAKER_08]: Hello? [SPEAKER_08]: She takes a step inside. [SPEAKER_08]: Interior Lupay's exam room day. [SPEAKER_08]: Lupay searches through her cabinets, looks through various jars, canisters, and herbal remedies. [SPEAKER_08]: The baby possums breathing grows shallow. [SPEAKER_08]: Interior Lupa's house living room.
[SPEAKER_08]: Same. [SPEAKER_08]: Maya is fascinated by Lupa's house. [SPEAKER_08]: Looks closely at the various Wampanoag tribal artifacts, ceremonial objects, garb, books, photographs. [SPEAKER_08]: She picks up a brochure for the grief relief support group. [SPEAKER_08]: What are you doing here? [SPEAKER_08]: Maya whips around. [SPEAKER_08]: Lupa stands behind her with the baby possum. [SPEAKER_05]: Thor was open. [SPEAKER_05]: I got carrots and apples for the horses.
[SPEAKER_08]: Interior Lupus Kitchen Day. [SPEAKER_08]: Lupus uses a mortar and pestle to grind herbs to a powder. [SPEAKER_08]: The baby possum lies on the counter. [SPEAKER_08]: Maya watches close by. [SPEAKER_08]: Hold him. [SPEAKER_08]: Maya hesitates, but Lupus smiles reassuring. [SPEAKER_08]: Maya picks up the possum with care. [SPEAKER_08]: What's wrong with it? [SPEAKER_07]: I don't know yet. [SPEAKER_07]: Could be a flu, or he might be playing possum.
[SPEAKER_07]: That's the real thing. [SPEAKER_07]: Sometimes possums get so afraid and overwhelmed. [SPEAKER_07]: They just freeze. [SPEAKER_07]: A trauma response. [SPEAKER_08]: Exactly. [SPEAKER_08]: Lupus looks at Maya, admires her knowledge. [SPEAKER_08]: Everyone's singular which.
[SPEAKER_07]: typical predictable they call grandma Henrietta which too they tend to do that it's easier to use scary labels than to try and understand things you don't understand I met your dad today suddenly nervous Maya sets the possum down on a towel you haven't told him have you he's never around for me to tell [SPEAKER_07]: I've loved having your help around the farm these last few weeks. [SPEAKER_07]: But it's important that he knows that you come here, huh?
[SPEAKER_07]: That was part of our deal. [SPEAKER_05]: This place is so magical. [SPEAKER_05]: I don't want to ruin it. [SPEAKER_05]: Dad, that he's magic. [SPEAKER_05]: Oh, he's has. [SPEAKER_08]: Lupin mixes the herbs with water, stirring gently. [SPEAKER_08]: Tell him, are all half too. [SPEAKER_08]: Maya nods, but seems doubtful of her own resolve. [SPEAKER_08]: interior middle school auditorium night. [SPEAKER_08]: Families pack the seats as the eighth grade sits on stage.
[SPEAKER_08]: Jackie stands at the podium halfway through her speech. [SPEAKER_03]: As we turn the page on this next chapter, I'm reminded of what slick total tenant Starbucks in season four of Battlestar Galactica. [SPEAKER_08]: Maya and Hugo sit together in their graduation gowns. [SPEAKER_08]: They beam with pride at Jackie. [SPEAKER_08]: Behind them, stifled gafaws from bone-headed classmates Doug and Kyle, fourteen. [SPEAKER_08]: Why is she talking about Starbucks?
[SPEAKER_08]: Maya turns around, glares. [SPEAKER_03]: You may feel like hell, but sometimes, loss is where you need to be. [SPEAKER_03]: Just because you don't know your direction doesn't mean you don't have one. [SPEAKER_08]: Thank you. [SPEAKER_08]: Cheers from the crowd of parents as she returns to her seat. [SPEAKER_08]: The school principal steps up to the podium. [SPEAKER_11]: Please, let's give it up for our class valedictorian, Jackie Andrews.
[SPEAKER_08]: My and Hugo enthusiastically clap. [SPEAKER_08]: Doug leans over to Hugo. [SPEAKER_04]: How is your friend valedictorian by your own special ed? [SPEAKER_08]: Maya elbows dug in the chin, causing his teeth to chatter. [SPEAKER_08]: In the audience seats, Robert sits next to Jean. [SPEAKER_08]: He is dosed off, his face twitches, his breath irregular. [SPEAKER_08]: Interior hospital room day, dream.
[SPEAKER_08]: Nora is in bed, thin and sickly, tubes going out of her nose and mouth. [SPEAKER_08]: The heart monitor beeps, unusually loud. [SPEAKER_08]: Robert approaches Nora slow. [SPEAKER_08]: He touches her hand. [SPEAKER_08]: Please. [SPEAKER_08]: It hurts. [SPEAKER_08]: Make it stuff. [SPEAKER_08]: Frightened, Robert pulls back, turns away and runs. [SPEAKER_08]: Interior middle school auditorium day, back to reality. [SPEAKER_08]: Gene shakes Robert's arm until he opens his eyes.
[SPEAKER_08]: Wake up! [SPEAKER_08]: My is walking! [SPEAKER_08]: On stage, the principal hands Maya heard a ploma. [SPEAKER_08]: Days and still shaken from his dream, Robert joins in the applause. [SPEAKER_08]: Interior reception room night. [SPEAKER_08]: Parents and students mingle, post for pictures, share laughs, Jean tries to take a photo of Maya and Robert. [SPEAKER_08]: Smile Robert, please.
[SPEAKER_08]: Robert's miserable expression morphs until he manages to pull his lips from his teeth, producing a grotesque, painful, fake smile. [SPEAKER_09]: Forget it. [SPEAKER_09]: I'm so proud of you. [SPEAKER_09]: Me too. [SPEAKER_05]: It's so as mom. [SPEAKER_09]: What? [SPEAKER_05]: Henry told her all about it and guess what? [SPEAKER_05]: We saw a rose press that girls speak at her grave. [SPEAKER_15]: So what? [SPEAKER_05]: It's a sign she's listening. [SPEAKER_15]: My, your mom's dead.
[SPEAKER_05]: Yes, but, not really. [SPEAKER_15]: What is she's dead? [SPEAKER_05]: But that, mom always says she'll talk Swiss to the bird. [SPEAKER_15]: No! [SPEAKER_08]: A few bystanders turned to look. [SPEAKER_15]: I'm going to the bathroom. [SPEAKER_08]: He walks away embarrassed and hurt. [SPEAKER_08]: Maya represses the tears that fill her eyes. [SPEAKER_08]: Gene embraces her. [SPEAKER_08]: interior school bathroom night.
[SPEAKER_08]: Robert splashes his face under a running faucet, washes away the shame. [SPEAKER_08]: Axel exits one of the stalls, joins him at the row of sinks. [SPEAKER_08]: Don't you just hate these things? [SPEAKER_15]: That's for the kids, I guess. [SPEAKER_11]: I keep meaning to bring my son's parrot to the clinic. [SPEAKER_11]: Oh yeah? [SPEAKER_11]: Yeah, it pulls out its own feathers and squawks all day. [SPEAKER_11]: I can't stand it. [SPEAKER_11]: Sure, bring him by.
[SPEAKER_11]: I like the way you do business. [SPEAKER_11]: Straight forward, no nonsense. [SPEAKER_11]: Not everyone's cup of tea. [SPEAKER_11]: Happens to be mine, though. [SPEAKER_08]: Robert puts his hand under the dryer as hot air blows out. [SPEAKER_08]: Axel doesn't wash his hands, stands close to Robert. [SPEAKER_11]: Going to be tough with a new competition, though. [SPEAKER_11]: What do you mean? [SPEAKER_11]: A time of Gregor's widows opening a new clinic.
[SPEAKER_11]: All natural, holistic, chaotic, hippie crump. [SPEAKER_11]: The dryer finally stops. [SPEAKER_11]: You know, before he died, Tom was going to sell that farm to me. [SPEAKER_15]: Yeah, I heard about that. [SPEAKER_15]: I also heard you were trying to rip him off. [SPEAKER_11]: Repair him off. [SPEAKER_11]: He'd have been lucky to get five figures for that dump. [SPEAKER_15]: Yeah, can't be the location though, right? [SPEAKER_15]: Isn't that why you want it?
[SPEAKER_08]: Axel Smurks and Big U.S. [SPEAKER_08]: Robert opens the door to leave. [SPEAKER_11]: The Sanker family you might want to consider how deeply unpopular you are in this town. [SPEAKER_11]: Axel Patts Robert on the shoulder. [SPEAKER_11]: Our interests might align more than you think. [SPEAKER_11]: I'll see you next week about that bird. [SPEAKER_08]: He walks out of the bathroom ahead of Robert. [SPEAKER_08]: Interior reception room night.
[SPEAKER_08]: Robert looks around from Maya and Jean. [SPEAKER_08]: They're nowhere to be found. [SPEAKER_08]: He stands in the middle of the room of people alone. [SPEAKER_08]: Interior, McGregor Farm, main house, night. [SPEAKER_08]: Lube drinks tea on the sofa. [SPEAKER_08]: Pumpkin is curled up in his bed close by. [SPEAKER_08]: The baby possum sleeps next to her. [SPEAKER_08]: The possum's muscles twitch. [SPEAKER_08]: Lube holds her breath. [SPEAKER_08]: It twitches again.
[SPEAKER_08]: It's feet move furiously until finally it sits up. [SPEAKER_08]: Happy and alert. [SPEAKER_07]: You're alive, baby. [SPEAKER_07]: You're alive. [SPEAKER_08]: Relieved, she pets the possums little head. [SPEAKER_08]: Interior, McGregor Farm, and closures, night. [SPEAKER_08]: Luped gently places the baby possum in the crate with its mother and siblings, looks on as they're happily reunited. [SPEAKER_08]: exterior McGregor Farm night.
[SPEAKER_08]: The gates of the farm squeak as their pushed open and closed by the wind. [SPEAKER_08]: Lubea approaches the gate with a bright lantern in one hand, and a can of red paint in the other. [SPEAKER_08]: Smiling, Lubea dips an old paint brush into the paint, draws a thick line across the letters of the McGregor Farm sign. [SPEAKER_08]: Below it, she begins to paint new letters, moonstone rescue.
[SPEAKER_08]: Across the street, Axel sits in his black BMW, stairs longingly at the farm, gliers with disgust at Lubey who doesn't notice him. [SPEAKER_08]: He takes a moment but seems to make up his mind about something, an expression of determination crossing his face before he drives off into the night. [SPEAKER_08]: Interior Maya's room night. [SPEAKER_08]: Maya sits up in bed, flips through the pages of Nora's sketchbook, but she's too distracted to pay attention.
[SPEAKER_08]: Footsteps in the hallway followed by a knock at her door. [SPEAKER_08]: Maya almost responds, but instead she reaches over to her lap and turns off the light. [SPEAKER_08]: Interior Robert's office moments later. [SPEAKER_08]: Exhausted, Robert collapses onto a futon with dingy, yellowed sheets and a thin blanket. [SPEAKER_08]: His eyes are only closed for a moment before he hears soft, broken, hearted sobs from the next room.
[SPEAKER_08]: Maya. [SPEAKER_08]: Robert sits up as it prepared to go to her, but he reaches for his headphones and puts them over his ears. [SPEAKER_08]: Loud music drown out the sounds of his daughter's crying. [SPEAKER_08]: Interior Maya's room, same. [SPEAKER_08]: The moonlight illuminates the tears that streak down Maya's face as she lies in bed. [SPEAKER_08]: A bright light fills the room. [SPEAKER_08]: Maya stops crying and sits up.
[SPEAKER_08]: We can't see what she sees, but whatever it is, its brightness causes her to squint and put a hand up to her eyes. [SPEAKER_08]: She continues to squint into the light until her eyes widen in amazement. [SPEAKER_08]: exterior street, night. [SPEAKER_08]: Henry the cat prowls the moonlit streets, her movements quick and alert. [SPEAKER_08]: The soft sound of echoes in the quiet night. [SPEAKER_08]: Mrs. Silva appears in her doorway, a silver dish in hand, beckoning.
[SPEAKER_08]: Henry nails softly and approaches her curiosity peaked. [SPEAKER_08]: Mrs. Silva places the dish on the ground. [SPEAKER_08]: Henry eagerly laps up the cream inside. [SPEAKER_08]: Good kitty. [SPEAKER_08]: Go ahead, Jenna. [SPEAKER_08]: She scoops Henry into her arms. [SPEAKER_08]: Come on, Jim. [SPEAKER_02]: Let's get you warm inside. [SPEAKER_08]: With a final glance around the silent street, Mrs. Silva retreats indoors, closing the door behind her. [SPEAKER_08]: And of pilot.