Unwell Season 5/Episode 12 - Remaining

by Bilal Dardai

A Roadmap
How the story will be told
Goodnight, Mt. Absalom.

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This episode features: Clarisa Cherie Rios as Lily, Marsha Harman as Dot, Amelia Bethel as Marisol, Kat Hoil as Abbie, Pat King as Chester, Corrbette Pasko as Maureen, Clint Worthington as Russel, and Michael Turrentine as Wes.

Written by Bilal Dardai, sound design by Jeffrey Nils Gardner, directed by Jeffrey Nils Gardner, assistant director Lauren Grace Thompson, recording engineer Mel Ruder, associate producer Ani Enghdahl, “Goodnight Mt. Absalom” written and sung by Jessica Best, with piano by Eli Hamada McIlveen, Unwell theme written by Stephen Poon, produced by haydée r. souffrant, Unwell lead sound designer Eli Hamada McIlveen, Executive Producers Eleanor Hyde and Jeffrey Nils Gardner, by HartLife NFP.

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AS IF IN THE DREAM. THE SOUND OF FLOORBOARDS AND WALL TIMBERS GENTLY CREAKING.

LILY: (NARRATING) Once upon a time there was a little

girl who was lost in the woods. Except she didn’t

realize she was lost. She thought the woods were

a place she had always been, and so it felt like

home to her. (BEAT) Yeah, nah. I’m not telling it

this way. (BEAT) Once there was a town in the

middle of Ohio named Mt. Absalom. Mt. Absalom

felt similar to most Midwestern towns...a small

and quiet community made of people whose families

had been there for generations and some who had

just arrived recently. It was a town of record

stores and ice cream shops, a town that loved the

night sky and put on a festival each year in

honor of the celery crop. It was also a town

filled with ghosts.

THE SOUND OF THE BOARDS AND

TIMBERS GROWS LOUDER AND MORE

VIOLENT AS FENWOOD TWISTS ITSELF

BACK INTO ITS ORIGINAL SHAPE, ONCE

AND FOR ALL.

LILY: (NARRATING) Until one day, when it wasn’t.

MARISOL AND DOT POUNDING AT A DOOR

AND CALLING THROUGH IT.

MARISOL: Lily?!

DOT: Lilybelle?!

MARISOL: Are you in there? Say something! Lily!

A WHIRLING RUSH OF AURAL FURY, CULMINATING IN A SUCKING IN OF THE WATER- AND A MASSIVE SIGH

THE SOUND OF LILY HEAVILY CLIMB THE STAIRS FROM THE

BASEMENT.

SILAS: “You truly think this is best? You truly think

this is best? Truly think this is best? Truly

this is best? Truly is best? Best? Truly? Best?

Truly? Best? Truly?”

THE POUNDING AT THE DOOR INTRUDES

AND OVERTAKES, AND THE ECHOES FADE

ENTIRELY TO NOTHING. THE HOUSE IS

ONLY A HOUSE.

DOT: Try again!

MARISOL: (PULLING AT DOORKNOB) It’s not...!

LILY: Mom?

DOT: Lily?

MARISOL: Are you alright?

LILY: I’m okay. Are you?

MARISOL: We’re fine. I think we’re fine. The house, it...

LILY: Hold on, I can barely hear...(PUSHING AT

DOOR)...just a little bit...stuck...move out of

the way. (THE DOOR BURSTS OPEN) There!

DOT: Oh thank heavens. Lily! Lily come here. (EMBRACES

HER) I was so afraid.

LILY: I know, Mom.

DOT: Don’t you ever, and I mean ever, disappear behind

a supernatural basement door again, do you hear

me?

LILY: Yes, Mom.

DOT: (HALF-LAUGHING AND CRYING) You can smoke pot and

go street racing and hang out at strip clubs all

you want, young lady, but no more visits with

Ones Who Bloom. Are we clear?

LILY: (LAUGHING) Okay, Mom. Okay. (BEAT) Wait, what

happened up here? Where’s all the water?

MARISOL: Yeah...things got a little weird up here.

Weird-er.

DOT: Fenwood shifted a bit. No that’s not it, what’s

the word. Shit. Shuffled.

MARISOL: Oh my god, everyone in the...(RUNS TO THE

STAIRS)...Abbie! Chester! Is everyone okay up

there?

DOT: Like we were inside a...cube. Puzzle cube.

Rubik’s cube.

MARISOL: Abbie!

ABBIE: (COMES DOWN A FEW STEPS AND CALLS) We’re fine!

The attic walls, they... Chester’s trying to calm

everyone down.

DOT: An angry eight year-old with a Rubik’s cube.

ABBIE: It got cramped. I thought we were going to

be...(TAKES A DEEP BREATH) But it stopped. It

went back to normal.

LILY: And the water?

MARISOL: Drained away. I don’t know where.

DOT: There’s going to be so much fucking mildew in the

walls. Going to cost a fortune to clean it up.

Thanks for nothing, Blooms.

LILY: Mom, it’s dry.

DOT: What?

LILY: Feel the rug.

DOT: Lily, what happened to your shoes?

LILY: Not important. Feel the rug.

DOT: Huh. How did...okay. Fine, then. (TO THE HOUSE)

Okay, you temperamental son of a bitch. Thank you

for not filling my house with mildew. And...for

not crushing everyone in the attic. And for

giving my daughter back to me safe and sound.

LILY: I don’t think he can hear you, Mom.

DOT: (LOUDER) He hears me just fine. Don’t you,

Blooms.

LILY: No, Mom, I mean that...

MARISOL: Lily? Is he gone?

LILY: I don’t...it’s hard to...

ABBIE: Did Silas...

LILY: No, it’s not like that. They’re not gone,

exactly. They’re...at rest.

ABBIE: For how long?

LILY: I don’t know.

DOT: Forever?

LILY: Mom, I don’t know. Blooms and Silas, they needed

to speak with each other. They needed to listen

to each other. And they needed to rest. All of

them needed to rest.

MARISOL: Is this over, then? Are we safe?

LILY: Maybe.

ABBIE: I doubt I need to remind anyone here that

“safety” is both an imperfect expression of

risk probability and relative to changing

circumstances.

LILY: Thank you, Abbie. That’s exactly how I was going

to say it.

DOT: (AFTER A BRIEF SILENCE) So you’re just a fucking

house now. You’re just someplace I’m supposed to

fucking live.

LILY: Is that okay with you?

DOT: Let me think about it. (SHE OPENS THE

BASEMENT DOOR.) And the basement is just a

basement. And I’m just an old woman who lives in

an old house. (BEAT) Wes isn’t coming back,

either, is he.

LILY: I’m sorry, Mom.

CHESTER: (FROM UPSTAIRS) Hello? Can I start bringing

people back downstairs?

DOT: Yes, Chester! Tell them single-file, hold the

hand railings, and I’m going to be checking bags

when they leave!

SEVERAL PEOPLE BEGIN COMING DOWN

THE STAIRS IN AN ORDERLY FASHION.

LILY: Mom, you can’t just kick them out.

DOT: No? Why not? (PULLS ASIDE A CURTAIN) Look out

there, Lilybelle. It’s not just the house, it’s

everywhere.

ABBIE: She’s right. The water’s receding.

MARISOL: I don’t understand why it’s dry in here but

soaked out there.

DOT: Because the water in the house wasn’t water. It

was Blooms. (BEAT) Is that somebody’s car

stuck in that tree?

CHESTER: (RUSHING OVER) Lily! You’re okay? I’m so

relieved.

LILY: I’m all right, Chester. As well as can be

expected.

CHESTER: So you stopped him. You defeated Silas.

LILY: I don’t want to call it that. But we don’t have

to worry about him anymore.

DOT: Plenty else to worry about, though.

MARISOL: Ninety-nine problems and the Revelator ain’t one.

CHESTER: My god, look at all the...what am I supposed to

do now?

DOT: Not what one wants to hear from the acting mayor,

Chester.

CHESTER: We’ve never had a disaster of this scale before.

I don’t know what comes next.

ABBIE: There are other places that go through this a few

times a year, Chester. You fill out forms. You

make phone calls. It’s a process.

CHESTER: That part I know. I’m not talking about the

paperwork, I’m talking about what happens to Mt.

Absalom.

LILY: I hear you, but...maybe answer the first question

before you think about that one?

CHESTER: You’re right. One crisis at at time. I should get

started.

DOT: We’ll get started. You’re not in this alone.

CHESTER: Thank you, Dot.

DOT: No heavy lifting, though.

CHESTER: Of course not.

DOT: And I don’t do windows.

CHESTER: Take care, Dot.

DOT: You too, Chester.

CHESTER WALKS AWAY INTO THE CROWD

OF EXITING TOWNSFOLK.

CHESTER: (DISTANT) Is that my car?!

LILY: (NARRATING) After the ghosts disappeared, the

waters flowed back into the earth or evaporated

into the air. The wolves wandered off into the

forest. The diner and a few other buildings

nobody had thought about for years faded away

until it was like they’d never been there in the

first place.

CHESTER: (NARRATING) And the people of Mt. Absalom asked

themselves what sort of town they should continue

to live in.

ABBIE OPENS THE DOOR TO THE AUGUST

LODGE. INSIDE ARE SEVERAL PEOPLE

SORTING SUPPLIES OR OTHER

ACTIVITIES. HAMMERS AND DRILLS CAN

BE HEARD NEARBY.

ABBIE: So this is the August Lodge.

CHESTER: Abbie! Hello! Welcome!

ABBIE: Fairly typical architecture and interior decor

for a building of this function. I’m surprised

there isn’t a taxidermied bear’s head over one

of the doorways.

CHESTER: Oh no, we haven’t had one of those in here since

1987.

ABBIE: My instincts are as sharp as ever.

CHESTER: I wasn’t sure if you’d come.

ABBIE: I wasn’t sure why you invited me.

CHESTER: I know that the Lodge was one of the few

places in Mt. Absalom you hadn’t been given a

chance to examine.

ABBIE: For obvious reasons. How is Hazel, by the way?

CHESTER: The doctors in Julian are doing their best.

ABBIE: So she doesn’t know I’m here.

CHESTER: I don’t believe it would help her recovery. And

it’s not her decision to make. You deserve to see

all of Mt. Absalom, not only the parts Hazel said

you could.

ABBIE: Look at you. Town mayor and Head Delphic all in

one.

CHESTER: For now.

ABBIE: You’re aware there’s a very dark history of what

happens when you give one man too much power.

CHESTER: About that...uh, over here. (THEY STEP INTO A

CORNER; CHESTER LOWERS HIS VOICE) I don’t

disagree with you. That’s why, once we’re done

converting the August Lodge into the new Town

Hall, I’ll begin taking steps to dissolve the

Delphic Order.

ABBIE: (LOUDLY) To do what?!

CHESTER: Sh sh sh, please! I haven’t spoken to any of them

about this yet.

ABBIE: Why are you telling me?

CHESTER: I can’t talk to anyone else. I haven’t even told

Lulu yet.

ABBIE: I don’t understand, Chester. What prompted this?

CHESTER: I’ve given it a lot of thought the past few

weeks...about everything Lily told me she learned

while down in the well. Everything you tried to

tell us when you first arrived. All of the truths

that Hazel hid, because my father hid them,

because the Delphics refused to accept them. The

Order was founded to save us from the doom of the

Revelator and all of our secrets nearly destroyed

us anyhow. That’s enough. Silas is gone and our

work is complete. Time to close up shop.

ABBIE: So that’s it.

CHESTER: That’s it.

ABBIE: (AFTER A MOMENT) I can’t believe I’m about to say

this. Chester, you can’t dissolve the Delphic

Order.

CHESTER: What? I just explained--

ABBIE: --yeah, I heard you, the mission statement said

you were set up to fight Silas and Lily took care

of that for you.

CHESTER: Well, yes, credit where due of course, but--

ABBIE: --but what were you all doing during the decades

while you waited for the battle to start? You

organized town bylaws. You held bake sales at the

school, you organized the celery festivals and

the hay rides and the, the craft fair.

CHESTER: Crafternoon.

ABBIE: (SIGH) You really want me to...fine. Crafternoon.

The Delphic Order owes Mt. Absalom a few more

crafternoons.

CHESTER: That wasn’t our purpose, though. That was, if

we’re being honest, that was a cover story I

guess you’d call it.

ABBIE: You say that the Delphic Order was founded to

save Mt. Absalom from doom. What do you suppose

happens to a small Midwestern town in the

aftermath of a flood crisis whose keystone celery

soda manufacturer burned to the ground months

prior? It’s not as flashy as a vengeful preacher

ghost but I can tell you it still looks an

awful lot like doom.

CHESTER: My god.

ABBIE: There’s only so much DeSouza’s and The Golden

Groove can do to fill the gap.

CHESTER: What am I supposed to--

ABBIE: --but there’s good news too, Chester. Mt. Absalom

already has an organized network of dedicated

volunteers ready to do the work of getting the

town back on its feet as long as someone doesn’t

do something knuckleheaded like dissolve it. I

know what the Delphic Order was for. It can

change. You did.

CHESTER: Did I?

ABBIE: You must have. I don’t dislike you as much as I

used to.

CHESTER: Maybe you’re the one who changed.

ABBIE: Like there was anything about me that needed to.

CHESTER: You make a good argument, Abbie.

ABBIE: I know. I wouldn’t have said anything otherwise.

CHESTER: I don’t suppose you have any other ideas you’d

like to share?

ABBIE: On community improvement, business development,

and civic infrastructure? How many notebooks do

you want to look at?

CHESTER: All of them. Please and thank you.

ABBIE: Let’s get lunch before I leave, then.

CHESTER: You’re leaving?

ABBIE: In a few days. (BEAT) That’s the first time I’ve

said that out loud. That might have hurt a

little.

CHESTER: You don’t have to go.

ABBIE: No, that’s...I should get some distance. Helps me

write. And I need to go visit my thesis advisor

to discuss an extension.

CHESTER: Would it help if I wrote a letter explaining that

you were delayed by supernatural phenomena?

ABBIE: There’s a paragraph in his Antiquity 201 syllabus

in bold red ink: “The messenger Pheidippides ran

so hard to deliver news of the Athenian victory

at Marathon that it killed him. I expect your

assignments to be in on time.”

CHESTER: Ouch.

ABBIE: History departments are brutal.

CHESTER: Hm. So is history.

ABBIE: You get it. (BEAT) You know you can never perform

that ridiculous pageant again, right?

CHESTER: Mt. Absalom has a lot to reconsider.

ABBIE: Which won’t be easy.

CHESTER: Some of us are never going to accept it. I could

use your help with that.

ABBIE: You don’t have to mold everyone’s mind on this,

Chester. Frankly, there’s only one person you

need to focus on.

CHESTER: Myself.

ABBIE: What? No. No. I’m not here to serve you that kind

of nebulous new-age bullshit. I meant Jamie.

CHESTER: Jamie. Of course.

ABBIE: Align your chakras on your own time. Like you

said, you Delphics spent forever keeping the

truth about yourselves trapped outside the

borders of the town, and it’s probably too late

for most of your elders to unlearn the fiction.

Jamie still has a chance.

CHESTER: I’m not even sure how to begin talking about it

with him.

ABBIE: No embellishments. No obfuscations. He’ll be

okay. He’s a strong kid. After everything he’s

survived, do you really think a frank discussion

of genocide and erasure is going to hurt him?

CHESTER: No. You’re right.

ABBIE: You’ll talk to him, he’ll feel bad for a bit,

he’ll process it, and ultimately he’ll be

grateful you didn’t lie to him. He’ll tell his

friends. He’ll take over the Delphics after you

and share what he knows with whoever’s in the

Order. He’ll tell his kids, and they’ll tell

their kids, and every generation after will be

closer to the truth of what happened.

CHESTER: I’m not ready to think about Jamie having

grandkids.

ABBIE: Our minds might work on different scales.

CHESTER: All these years we called him The Revelator and I

never thought to ask what revelation he was

trying to give us.

ABBIE: Now you know. So that’s what you have to do with

it.

CHESTER: We will. I promise you.

ABBIE: You don’t have to promise me anything. I’m just

passing through, remember? (BEAT) Wait. No, I

take that back. I do want you to promise me

something.

CHESTER: Tell me.

ABBIE: An observatory. Mt. Absalom should have another

one. It’s not right for a dark sky town to be

missing an observatory.

CHESTER: That did cross my mind. But I don’t want to

rebuild the one on Chapel Hill.

ABBIE: I agree. Leave that alone.

CHESTER: You have somewhere else in mind.

ABBIE: There’s a spot just outside of town. Sinclair

Knob.

CHESTER: I know it.

ABBIE: You hike up a trail for awhile and there’s a high

clearing. There’s an amazing view of the town and

the sky from there.

CHESTER: I have time later today. Can you show me?

ABBIE: I will give you GPS coordinates. I don’t hike

unless I have no other options.

CHESTER: I’m not sure how much authority we have to build

on Sinclair Knob.

ABBIE: Figure it out, Chester. Are you the mayor or are

you the mayor?

CHESTER: I’ll take a look. Peltham Memorial Observatory?

ABBIE: Tendulkar.

CHESTER: Right. You’re right. That’s what Rudy would have

wanted too.

ABBIE: Thank you.

CHESTER: It’s my honor.

ABBIE: So. The August Lodge of the Delphic Order. How

many dimly lit subterranean chambers does this

place have?

CHESTER: Six.

ABBIE: Wait, seriously?

CHESTER: Follow me.

THE SOUND OF HAMMERS AND SAWS

GRADUALLY FADES INTO THE SOUND OF

BOGGLE DICE BEING RATTLED IN THEIR

TRAY. A VINYL RECORD PLAYS

SOFTLY IN THE ROOM. RUSSELL,

MAUREEN, AND DOT LAUGHING. MAUREEN

IS A BIT OVERSERVED.

LILY: (NARRATING) Time passed in Mt. Absalom the same

way it passes in most small Midwestern

towns...not with a short goodbye and a hasty

exit, but lingering at the doorway a few moments

longer.

DOT: (NARRATING) Suddenly reminded of one last thing

it meant to tell you.

RUSSELL: Maureen! Enough!

MAUREEN: Ten seconds! You’re supposed to shake the box for

ten full seconds.

RUSSELL: Says who?

MAUREEN: It’s in the rules, Russell!

DOT: Oh it is not, you big fat liar.

MAUREEN: It is! It is in the official worldwide

championship rules of Boggle!

DOT: Nobody here is playing official worldwide

championship Boggle, Maureen.

MAUREEN: (STOPS SHAKING FOR A SECOND) Now I’ve lost count.

Guess I’ll have to start over.

DOT: For fucksake. (GRABS THE TRAY, SHAKES IT ONCE,

SLAMS IT ON THE TABLE) There. Scrambled. Done.

Play.

MAUREEN: Timer or no timer?

DOT: What are you talking about?

MAUREEN: I just wondered if...you know, we should take our

time instead of...

DOT: I’m pretty sure the official worldwide

championship rules say you use the timer.

RUSSELL: I think all Maureen is saying is that we don’t

want you to feel frustrated by the pressure.

DOT: Don’t fucking coddle me. Either of you. (TURNS

OVER THE TIMER) Time starts now. Eat my dust,

losers.

THE SOUND OF SEVERAL PENCILS

SCRATCHING PAPER AT ONCE. DOT SAYS

SOME OF HER WORDS OUT LOUD AS SHE

WRITES. SOUND FADES TO THE KITCHEN

AS MARISOL POURS ALCOHOL INTO A

COCKTAIL SHAKER. LILY IS SQUEEZING

JUICE OUT OF A LEMON.

MARISOL: How’s the lemon juice coming?

LILY: Done. Here.

MARISOL ADDS ICE, SHAKES, AND

POURS THE BEVERAGE INTO COCKTAIL

GLASSES.

LILY: Last round.

MARISOL: Don’t be a square. You know your mom’s already

here, right? You don’t have to worry she’s coming

home early. Hell, she’s already had two of these.

LILY: I know. That’s why this is the last one.

MARISOL: She’s drinking plenty of water. That cheese

tray is almost gone. She’s having fun, Lily. Let

her have fun.

LILY: I don’t know how alcohol mixes with her

medication but I’m guessing it’s not great.

MARISOL: Fine. That’s fair. But it’s been so nice to

see her this happy. She’s like a big kid.

DOT: (FROM THE OTHER ROOM) Fuck you, Maureen.

LILY: I know. That’s why she’ll overdo it if I let her.

Come on.

SOUNDS OF THE GAME TABLE GROW

CLOSER AGAIN.

DOT: That’s five for Russell, seven for Maureen, and

oh. Oh my. Will you look at that. Maureen, I’m

having trouble reading my own handwriting, what

does that say?

MAUREEN: Okay, Dot.

DOT: That looks like a 12? Or maybe it’s a 13. I can’t

tell. Better count again.

MARISOL: All right, last round, everyone.

DOT: Don’t be a square.

MARISOL: That’s what I said!

RUSSELL: I’m good. The last two were plenty. I still

have to drive home.

DOT: Dibs on Russell’s.

LILY: No, Mom.

MAUREEN: Say, listen. Since we’re all here. Russell and I

had an idea the other day that we wanted to run

past the two of you.

RUSSELL: Oh! We’re telling them now?

MAUREEN: Sure! Why not? No time like the present. Ha!

That’s a joke! I didn’t realize it til I said it!

DOT: You’re drunk and I love it.

MAUREEN: Goddamn right I am. So listen. Russell and I have

a present. For you, Dot. If it’s okay with you.

And with Lily. See, that’s why when I said, “no

time like the present,” it was a joke.

DOT: Spit it out, Maureen.

MAUREEN: Russell and I would like to take you on a trip,

Dot.

LILY: A trip? Where?

RUSSELL: Anywhere.

DOT: What do you mean, anywhere?

RUSSELL: Your choice, Dot. Pick a destination. Or pick a

few destinations.

MAUREEN: Wherever you want, we’ll take you. The three of

us, off on an adventure!

DOT: Wherever I...you can’t say something like that.

The world is so...how much money are we talking

here?

MAUREEN: You’re not talking about money. I told you, it’s

a present.

DOT: You didn’t sell the ice cream shop, did you?

MAUREEN: No! Stop asking questions. Russell and I have you

covered. Where do you want to go?

A HEAVY PAUSE. DOT PICKS UP THE

TRAY OF BOGGLE DICE AND HURLS THEM

ACROSS THE ROOM WITH A FRUSTRATED

ROAR.

LILY: Mom! What are you doing?

DOT: Out!

RUSSELL: Dot?

DOT: Both of you! Get out!

MAUREEN: Wait, Dot, what did we--

DOT: --I said get the fuck out, Maureen!

LILY: Mom...I don’t understand why you’re...look at me,

Mom. Do you know who I am?

DOT: Of course I know who you are!

LILY: Who am I?

DOT: Lily! You’re my daughter Lily and that’s your

girlfriend Marisol and that’s Russell and Maureen

and I want them both to get out. I’m not having

an episode, Lily, I’m just fucking pissed off.

RUSSELL: We can go. I’m sorry, Lily.

LILY: No, stay. Marisol, can you please--?

MARISOL: --sure. Hey Russell, Maureen, let’s go to...?

MAUREEN: Okay.

RUSSELL: Sure.

MARISOL, RUSSELL, AND MAUREEN GO

TO ANOTHER ROOM IN THE HOUSE.

LILY: I told Marisol it wasn’t a good idea to mix your

medications with gin.

DOT: Don’t start. I’m fine.

LILY: You threw a Boggle tray across the room.

DOT: A woman’s entitled to do that in her own house

once in awhile.

LILY: Not for no good reason. Mom, talk to me. You

don’t want to go on a trip with Russell and

Maureen, that’s fine. That’s your choice. That’s

still not how you treat your friends. They were

trying to--

DOT: --oh they were trying to. Trying to what, Lily?

Trying to be kind to the rotting corpse in the

room?

LILY: They don’t look at you that way, Mom. None of us

do.

DOT: No? We’ll see, Lilybelle. We’ll see. (BEAT) You

know, when you told me that he was gone. The One

Who Blooms. The One Who Makes Ghosts. The One Who

Made Me Water The Fucking Stones All The Fucking

Time. You told me he was sleeping or whatever and

do you know what your stupid mother thought for a

moment? Your stupid mother thought “holy shit,

that must have been why my brain started

to...that’s why I have this.” And then your

stupid mother thought, then maybe? “Maybe if he’s

asleep or whatever this is going to go away.”

LILY: Oh Mom. Please tell me you didn’t stop taking

your medication.

DOT: Of course not. I said I was stupid, not that I

was a complete idiot. I kept taking it just in

case. I kept doing my crossword puzzles at night

and my sudokus at breakfast. And then a few weeks

later I woke up in the middle of the night

standing in the kitchen. I’d cracked every egg in

the refrigerator and put them, shell and all,

into the frying pan. Like I was going to make a

shitty omelet for a baseball team. We’re lucky I

didn’t burn the house to the fucking ground.

LILY: You didn’t tell me that happened. Why didn’t you

tell me?

DOT: Why do you think? Because I was embarrassed.

LILY: It’s not your fault.

DOT: I know that. I can still feel embarrassed. Not

just about the eggs. About what I thought. That

maybe this was going away. That maybe it was

going to get better instead of getting worse.

(BEAT) You think I don’t want to go on a trip

with Russell and Maureen? It sounds so wonderful,

Lily. The three of us, on a ship maybe? Or taking

a train through Europe? Having a few bottles of

wine some Saturday afternoon and trading stories

about our kids? Offering to walk Russell back to

his room and then inviting myself in for the

evening.

LILY: Mom!

DOT: What, we’re all thinking it. He’s being too much

of a fucking gentleman about it, but. Anyway. It

doesn’t matter, Lily. I’m not doing that.

LILY: But why not? It sounds amazing.

DOT: Because I’m not going to make them deal with me

on a bad night.

LILY: You don’t want them to see you when you’re...

DOT: I won’t be a burden to them while they’re out

trying to enjoy themselves. I refuse to.

LILY: (EXASPERATED) Oh my god, Mom. Listen to me.

Russell and Maureen are grownups. I guarantee you

that they have already thought about what it

might mean to take care of you while you’re with

them. They thought about it and they still came

to you to ask you to come with them, because

they’re not going to enjoy themselves if you’re

not there. Does that make sense?

DOT: ...yes.

LILY: They love you, Mom. They are going to love you no

matter what you look like and no matter how bad

it gets. And I know that because I’ve been with

you when it happens and I don’t love you any

less, either.

DOT: (BREAKS, EMBRACES LILY) Oh, Lily.

LILY: Shh. It’s all right, Mom.

DOT: I’m going to go away.

LILY: Good. Yes. Go with them.

DOT: No, I mean that I’m going to leave you. I don’t

want to leave you, Lilybelle. Please tell me that

I’m going to keep you. I don’t care what else

goes away. I don’t care if we go to every wonder

of the world and then I come back home and forget

I saw any of it. I don’t care if I forget my own

fucking name. You. Lily. My beautiful, precious

Lily. Please let me remember you. Until there’s

nothing left of me, please let me remember you.

LILY: I’m here, Mom. It’s me. It’s Lily. It’s Lily.

I’ll be here for you. Always, Mom.

A SILENCE AS THEY HOLD EACH OTHER.

AFTER A MOMENT, THEY RELAX THE

EMBRACE.

LILY: Are you okay?

DOT: No. But good enough. (BEAT) Send them back in if

they’re not terrified of me.

LILY: You’re Dot Harper. All of us are terrified of

you.

DOT: (LAUGHS AND EMBRACES LILY AGAIN) I love you,

Lilybelle. I love you so much.

LILY: I love you too, Mom.

DOT: I’ll send you postcards.

LILY: You’d better.

THE MUSIC FROM THE VINYL RECORD

FADES INTO THE SOUND OF THE PORCH

SWING CREAKING IN THE NIGHT AIR,

TWO BODIES SITTING UPON IT.

LILY: (NARRATING) More time passed. Mt. Absalom, a

town where the ghosts had once walked freely

through the streets and celery fields, grew

accustomed to being nothing more than itself. Its

people could feel that something wonderful had

been lost, but they could also feel that

something heavy had been lifted. Where there once

had been mist, there was clarity.

WES: (NARRATING) A town need not have ghosts to be

haunted. But a haunting need not be a curse,

either.

THE WIND BLOWS GENTLY AS LILY AND

MARISOL ROCK IN THE PORCH SWING.

MARISOL: We got another postcard.

LILY: Where from?

MARISOL: “Greetings from Cleveland, The Forest City.”

LILY: Uh-huh.

MARISOL: I put it up on the fridge next to the ones from

Cincinnati and Toledo.

LILY: And the postmark?

MARISOL: Faded a bit. Might be Tokyo.

LILY: Lord. The three of them loose in Japan.

MARISOL: Coming this way! Dotzilla! Run for your lives!

(BEAT) No letters from Russell or Maureen,

though?

LILY: No.

MARISOL: Probably a good sign.

LILY: Probably.

THREE FIGURES SLOWLY APPROACHING

THE PORCH ALONG THE GRAVEL

DRIVEWAY: ONE HUMAN, TWO CANINES.

MARISOL: She’s fine, Lily.

LILY: I’m sure she is. (BEAT) This must have been what

it was like when I’d be late getting home from a

movie.

MARISOL: You weren’t going to movies on the other side of

the world.

LILY: You know what I mean.

MARISOL: She’s fine, Lily.

THE FOOTSTEPS ARE CLOSE.

LILY: I’m sure she is. (LILY STOPS THE SWING) Someone’s

walking up the driveway.

MARISOL: Does that look like...?

LILY: A man with two dogs? Yes.

MARISOL: You said Silas was asleep.

LILY: So maybe it was only a power nap. Hello?

THE FOOTSTEPS STOP.

LILY: Hello! I can see you. Who’s there?

WES: (WALKING CLOSER) Lily?

LILY: Yes?

WES: (STEPPING ONTO THE PORCH) Hello, Lily. I’m

Theodore Wesley. You can call me Wes.

LILY: Wes? Is that really you?

WES: No. It is not really me. I was never really me,

Lily. You can call me Wes. May we speak?

TWO SMALL TERRIERS BOUND UP THE

PORCH STEPS AND OFFER MARISOL A

FRIENDLY GREETING.

MARISOL: Oh! Hello there! Hi! Yes, I do see you, hello.

These aren’t Silas’s dogs?

LILY: No. His were bigger.

WES: One is Farrow. One is Harper.

LILY: Harper?

WES: Names that were important to Wes. When Wes was

Wes. When I was Wes. May we speak, Lily?

LILY: Isn’t that what we’re doing?

WES: Elsewhere. Alone. A walk, please.

LILY: Walk with you where?

WES: Not far. The woods.

MARISOL: Lily, I’m not sure about this. He doesn’t sound

like Wes.

WES: I’m not Wes. You can call me Wes.

MARISOL: See?

WES: Would you feel safer if I wasn’t Wes?

LILY: No. I’m glad to see you.

WES: Please walk with me, Lily.

MARISOL: Lily, don’t.

LILY: It’s all right, Marisol.

MARISOL: He’s not Wes.

LILY: I know that. But he’s Wes enough. I’ll be back,

Marisol. I promise you.

MARISOL: This is the last time I agree to this.

WES: Marisol.

MARISOL: What?

WES: Please tell Spikes that I’ll miss her.

MARISOL: Who exactly am I telling her said that?

WES: Please tell her I was Wes.

MARISOL: All right. I can do that.

WES: Goodbye, Marisol.

MARISOL: Goodbye, Wes.

TRANSITION. LILY AND WES WALK

THROUGH THE WOODS. THE TERRIERS

PANT ALONGSIDE THEM.

LILY: (NARRATING) Once there was a young woman named

Lily Harper. And one night she walked into the

woods with the last ghost of Mt. Absalom.

WES: I can’t feel Dot. Did she depart?

LILY: Not in the way you’re asking. She’s only going to

be gone for a little while.

WES: I’m sad not to see her again.

LILY: Then you’re not back.

WES: Back. No. I’m here only to speak with you. (BEAT)

And to walk again. To see the sky. There’s so

much sky.

LILY: How are you?

WES: Are you asking Wes?

LILY: I’m asking you. I’m asking all of you.

WES: I am resting. As you said I should.

LILY: Are you healing?

WES: It will take time. There was so much sadness. So

much anger. So much pain.

LILY: I’m sorry.

WES: Such a short time for us but so much to learn.

There were lives that were stories. The stories

were yours and the memory of the stories became

ours. I put the memory of the stories back among

you to give you peace. To give you meaning. To

give you happiness. To give you connection. I

wanted you to have the shape of what I had

once known. I did not understand. The longer a

memory lives, the less like itself it remains.

LILY: Yes. It’s never your memory alone. Everyone who

passes through the memory has their own story

about it.

WES: The stories passing through other stories. The

stories becoming other memories. There is never

one true memory. There is never one true story.

LILY: There isn’t. We do the best we can with the

memory we have.

WES: So much to learn.

LILY: What will you do now?

WES: No more than this. I will rest. I will heal. I

will hold my memories within me. This echo of Wes

will remain to listen to the story that is told

of Mt. Absalom. That is told within Mt. Absalom.

Wes will hold the memory of the story, and when I

awaken, Wes will be here to tell me. He will

tell anyone who still lives here that story as

well.

LILY: So you will come back, eventually.

WES: I might.

LILY: When?

WES: ...I don’t feel we’ll meet again, Lily.

LILY: That long, then. (BEAT) Can I hug you, Wes?

WES: I’d like that, Lily.

LILY EMBRACES WES.

LILY: Goodbye, Wes. (BEAT) Goodbye, Blooms.

WES VANISHES.

LILY: (NARRATING) And Lily Harper walked back through

the woods to what remained of the house where she

had once been a child. She nestled into the arms

of her lover and gazed out the window at the

stars above them. Her mind drifted back and forth

between memory and speculation, between old

ghosts fading away and new horizons coming into

view. She thought of the people she’d lost, the

people she’d gathered, the ones who had only ever

been passing through. She imagined the days

passing into months passing into years, the ways

that wellsprings cut rivers through rock and

carried the past away in their currents. Lily

floated for a moment upon the churning surface of

those waters until she finally fell asleep.

(BEAT) And I believed...for perhaps the first

time in my life...that I was home.

“GOODBYE MT. ABSALOM,” A COMPOSITION

BY JESSICA BEST, PLAYS INTO THE

CREDITS.

JESSICA BEST:

The summer celery festival

has come and it has gone

replaced by the first breath of fall

the leaves out on the lawn

everything is fleeting

history rolls right along

but while our hearts are beating

let's put one last record on

Goodnight goodnight

to mount absalom

some memories remain

some just remain gone

But fifteen miles from Julian

the song continues on

goodnight goodnight mount absalom

the faces at the grocery store

familiar as your hand

or that squeaky stair board

you gotta dodge it if you can

we sang and danced on halloween

drank coffee with old friends

we cried as bright lights close to us

winked out sight of again

Hello hello

to mount absalom

some memories remain

some just remain gone

But fifteen miles from Julian

the song continues on

goodnight goodnight mount absalom

a home-made welcome casserole

the sense that we've been blessed

the house above the graveyard

with room still for new guests

Now kids are drawing mazes

and the stars shine on the hill

and something deep amazes

me about this old place still

Goodnight goodnight

to mount absalom

some memories remain

some just remain gone

but like the celery and the sky now

I'm here, in storm and calm

Goodnight goodnight

mount absalom