The Canyon Director's Cut

A commentary-free presentation of The Canyon.

Produced by Patrick Emile and Marlo Mysliwiec
Written, Directed, Scored, and Edited by Patrick Emile

CAST: Jovane Caamaño as Dominic Warner, Cameron Casey as Flavian Auger, Cody Dry as Markie Pon de Lancie, Courtney Dyamond as Ester Trunk, Patrick Emile as Mercy Gorsey, Morgan Hillan as Gerald Trunk, Brendan Kallaugher as Percy Gorsey, Kris Kelly as Adelaide Trunk (1959), Mindy Neuendorff as Ramona Trunk, Bradford Reilly as Able Canoe, Amber Rossi Strasser as Adelaide Trunk (1918), and Evan Michael Woods as Atticus Pope

Transcript

Writer Wrong Episode 12

The Canyon Director's Cut

1.21.2021


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WRITERS ROOM      00:00

     [MUSIC: WRITER WRONG THEME]

Patrick Emile:

     [MUSIC: WRITER WRONG THEME OUT]
     [BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, BEEP]



THE CANYON  - Chapter One      01:18

OLD ABLE:
Let's see here...oh, here's a good one.

     [SOUND: RECORD NEEDLE]
     [MUSIC: HOLIDAY MUSIC UND.]

OLD ABLE:
Oh, that takes me back.

     [SOUND: DISPLAY TIPPING OVER]

MARKIE:
(whispering to himself) Oh, shhhhhhhhi—(calling out) Sorry! I'm sorry!

OLD ABLE:
Careful there, young man. Most of these items are irreplaceable—and out of your price range from the look of the holes in your dungarees there. Maybe Santa can bring you some needle and thread. (laughs) Zing!

MARKIE:
Wait, what? These are distressed. Anyway, it's my bad. I was trying to get a better look at that icky AF lighter right there...

OLD ABLE:
I'm afraid those words have no meaning. Do you read much?

MARKIE:
(Louder) Icky. AF. It means Italian—

OLD ABLE:
What is your family name?

MARKIE:
Markie Pon de Lancie. Enchanté.

OLD ABLE:
Pon de Lancie, ah. Mother: Florence, father...unknown.

MARKIE:
How did you...

OLD ABLE:
Able Canoe. Most people call me Uncle Able. Premier historian of Griwerrtown for over 60 years!

MARKIE:
Oh, you're Uncle Able! Well, fu—

     [SOUND: FIDDLING/TRYING TO CLEAN UP]

OLD ABLE:
Tell me, son, what brings you in today? And stop touching that.

MARKIE:
Ok, so I'm in this new thing. Sorta serious. But sorta open. I guess. I mean, we actually had a little group thing the other night, if you know what I'm sayin'...

OLD ABLE:
I'm afraid I don't.

MARKIE:
Whatever, we're still figuring stuff out. Anyway, it's the holidays, and it's our first gift-giving opp, and I just want to get them something, like, real rad. They are way into authenticity and books—it's like part of their identity, it's cute—so I thought I could find something here that could wow their little boat shoes off. We've had quite the adventure recently, and they could use a non-evil surprise.

OLD ABLE:
Hm. Come this way, I might have just the thing.

     [SOUND: FOOTSTEPS]
     [SOUND: SLIDING CASE DOOR]
     [SOUND: THUD]

OLD ABLE:
This is a paperweight made from the cast of a footprint from the fabled Greenman of Lacrimo Lake.

MARKIE:
I went to camp there. Hashtag pillow fights and pillow bites.

OLD ABLE:
You know, they say he still roams the shores at night—

MARKIE:
Wait, shut up—who is that hottie in that picture?!

OLD ABLE:
What's that, now?

MARKIE:
The picture behind you! Look at him. Oh, I totally would, I swear to gods.

OLD ABLE:
Well, that's me.

MARKIE:
(Laughing) Jokes! He's got jokes!

OLD ABLE:
It is. Look at the mole.

MARKIE:
(To himself) That reminds me, I need to talk to Madame B about that anti-aging candle. (To Able) So who's the old lady? She's kinda foxy. That your mom?

OLD ABLE:
That's...Adelaide Trunk. And Griwerrtown Canyon right behind us there.

MARKIE:
She looks, like, not quite emo sad, but...

OLD ABLE:
Eh, you don't want to hear about that. You'd never believe me. You kids. Always so bored. With your internet and your phones...

MARKIE:
Old man, if you had any idea about what I might believe. Try me.

OLD ABLE:
You sure? It's a long story.

MARKIE:
Gurl, I'm off from work, and it's snowing out there like a strip club bathroom.

OLD ABLE:
Alright, alright. Have a seat, then.

     [SOUND: SLIDING CHAIR]

OLD ABLE:
Not that one!

MARKIE:
Oh for fu—

     [SOUND: SETTLING]

OLD ABLE:
There, that one. (Beat) Ok, let's see. That picture was taken in 1959...

     [SOUND: ACTORS GRADUALLY FADING]

MARKIE:
How old are you?

OLD ABLE:
87. Now shut it.

MARKIE:
Holy hell. Just smother me.

OLD ABLE:
You say that now...

     [MUSIC: THE CANYON THEME]

OLD ADELAIDE:
The Canyon
Written by Patrick Emile

     [MUSIC: HOLIDAY MUSIC UND.]

OLD ABLE:
Like I said, 1959. May. It was a beautiful day, not too hot yet... (fading)

     [MUSIC: SOFT LIVELY UND.]
     [SOUND: OUTSIDE AMB.]

YOUNG ABLE:
And that, folks, is the true history of The Griwerrtown Canyon. To this day, scientists don't understand why the earthquake hit in 1918. We may never know, but we should always be prepared for the big one! And remember to tell your family, tell your friends: Able Canoe's Views to Amuse! Walking tours every Thursday through Sunday. My assistant Marv will take your picture just over there. Fifty cents a print, pick them up in a week or have them shipped. Postage not included!

     [SOUND: COINS JINGLE]
     [SOUND: CROWD MURMURING]

YOUNG ABLE:
Thank you. Thank you. Oh, I appreciate that, sir. See you next time!

     [MUSIC: HOLIDAY MUSIC UND.]

OLD ABLE:
And then I saw her. Just standing there. Looking out over the canyon. I'm not sure why, but I felt like she had something to say.

     [SOUND: OUTSIDE AMB.]

YOUNG ABLE:
Excuse me, ma'am? Did you miss the tour? That was the last one for the day, unfortunately.

OLD ADELAIDE:
You're wrong, you know.

YOUNG ABLE:
What's that, now?

OLD ADELAIDE:
About the earthquake. The Canyon.

     [MUSIC: THE CANYON THEME SHORT REPRISE]

YOUNG ABLE:
Apologies, Miss...?

OLD ADELAIDE:
Adelaide.

YOUNG ABLE:
Adelaide. Able Canoe, pleasure. But, how do you figure I'm wrong?

OLD ADELAIDE:
Oh, I mean no offense. You're wrong just the same as the scientists and everyone else. I should know—I was there. My family home was, well, just about where we're standing, in fact.

YOUNG ABLE:
You don't say.

OLD ADELAIDE:
I do indeed, sir.

YOUNG ABLE:
Miss Adelaide, would you do me the pleasure of regaling me with the tale? I pride myself on accurate and historical presentations. I would be much obliged.

OLD ADELAIDE:
Hm. I suppose it couldn't hurt, at this point. There is still time.

     [MUSIC: SHIFT TRANSITION]

OLD ABLE:
...and then we sat on a nearby bench and she began.

OLD ADELAIDE:
It was 1918. As I look back, I was so young; although, to suggest as much to me at the time would've appalled me—

     [SOUND: RECORD SCRATCH]

MARKIE:
Hold up. This is a double flashback?!

OLD ABLE:
What do you mean flashback? I met her in '59, and she told me a story of when she was a young lady herself in 1918. Relax. Why did you touch my record player?

MARKIE:
Oh, sorry. Um, how do I do this? Is it a touch screen, or...?

     [SOUND: ACTORS FADING]

OLD ABLE:
Just gently rest it back down. Gently, I said!

     [SOUND: NEEDLE DROPPING BACK DOWN]

MARKIE:
Got it. I got it.

     [MUSIC: HOLIDAY MUSIC UND.]

OLD ABLE:
The matter with you? Where was I...

     [MUSIC: SHIFT TRANSITION]

OLD ADELAIDE:
I must've been 27 at the time. I was working at Cologne At Last, the studio and storefront of the newly immigrated French parfumier, Flavian Auger.

     [MUSIC: FRENCH UND.]

FLAVIAN:
Oui, oui, mademoiselle I can assure you that in fact none of your peers have yet made such a purchase in all of Griwerrtown! You will be individual, singular—unique, even, no?

CUSTOMER:
It's terribly expensive—

FLAVIAN:
I will have it wrapped for you right away! Adelaide!

     [SOUND: CLAP CLAP]

FLAVIAN:
Where is the girl? She is never here when I need her and always under foot when I do not. Super agaçant!

     [SOUND: OUTSIDE AMB.]

OLD ADELAIDE:
Despite the occasional curses of annoyance, Monsieur Auger was very kind to me and my family. Or me and my mother, I should say. My younger sister was taken by fever as a girl. She was nine. My father never healed from the loss, and put himself completely into his work at the Henrikksen-Pope mines. He died in the collapse of 1911.

YOUNG ABLE:
My condolences, Miss Adelaide. The mine collapse is a tragic footnote in the history of the town.

OLD ADELAIDE:
Indeed it is. Afterwards, my mother began tailoring out of our home, Trunk House—she was a talented seamstress. It wasn't enough of course, so by the time of this story I had been assisting Monsieur Auger for several years. He was terribly absent-minded in all matters unrelated to perfumes and selling perfumes. I often found myself handling his accounts and re-organizing displays with him being none the wiser.

     [MUSIC: FRENCH UND.]

FLAVIAN:
Adelaide! Dépêchez-toi!

YOUNG ADELAIDE:
Coming! Coming.

     [SOUND: QUICK FOOTSTEPS]

YOUNG ADELAIDE:
Oh, well Mrs. Parker another excellent choice! We had actually just sold—

FLAVIAN:
Just turned away a hideous creature not fit for this scent! It is yours and yours alone!

YOUNG ADELAIDE:
...yes...yes that's correct, Monsieur Auger. You save only the best for our most beloved clients. Let's just wrap this up for you.

     [SOUND: WRAPPING]

YOUNG ADELAIDE:
There we are! Have a wonderful afternoon, Mrs. Parker.

     [SOUND: FOOTSTEPS]
     [SOUND: SHOPKEEPER'S BELL]
     [SOUND: DOOR CLOSING]

YOUNG ADELAIDE:
You can't be serious! That's the third bottle we've sold since just this morning. Shame on you, Monsieur Auger!

FLAVIAN:
Ah Adelaide, the ignorance—it is bliss, no? She will no doubt feel confident and radiate out, how you say, sensuality, to her lumpy husband in their lumpy bed, no?

YOUNG ADELAIDE:
Oh! Really, you mustn't speak that way, sir! I am but a young lady with an unblemished innocence.

FLAVIAN:
Unblemished like a pig in her trough—

YOUNG ADELAIDE:
How dare you! At least I am not ogling every posterior that comes in—

FLAVIAN:
I am merely analyzing the essence of potential customers—

YOUNG ADELAIDE:
Analyzing the essence! How ridiculous! I—

     [SOUND: SHOPKEEPER'S BELL]
     [SOUND: DOOR CLOSING]

FLAVIAN:
Bienvenue! Welcome!

YOUNG ADELAIDE:
Good afternoon! Please let us know if there's anything we can assist you with today!

     [SOUND: SMALL GROUP CHATTING]

YOUNG ADELAIDE:
We will discuss this later.

FLAVIAN:
D'accord, I must analyze some essences...

     [SOUND: FOOTSTEPS AWAY]
     [SOUND: DOOR OPENING AGAIN]

YOUNG ADELAIDE:
Good after—Oh. Hello, Mr. Warner.

     [MUSIC: CHEERFUL UND.]

DOMINIC:
Hello, Miss Trunk. I was hoping you'd be here.

YOUNG ADELAIDE:
I am always here, Mr. Warner.

DOMINIC:
I know! I know that. I meant, um, for—well, I'm here on behalf of my mother. Again.

FLAVIAN:
Dominic Warner, a pleasure to see you!

DOMINIC:
Hello there, Monsieur Auger. A pleasure, as well.

FLAVIAN:
Are you here for your dear mama? Or maybe some other pursuits? Perhaps something to do with notes of—how did you say, Adelaide? Unblemished innocence?

YOUNG ADELAIDE:
(Clears her throat loudly)

DOMINIC:
I'm not sure I know anything about that. But yes, I am here for mother. She asked that I acquire her usual night balm. That is, of course, if it is in stock?

     [MUSIC: SOFT LIVELY UND.]

FLAVIAN:
But of course! I am attending to my other clients, but Adelaide will take care of you in any way you please. Any way.

YOUNG ADELAIDE:
Yes, we just got some in, coincidentally. Monsieur Auger, is that new shipment of balms back by your personal stock? For your rash, I mean...

FLAVIAN:
Such a charming creature, is she not, Monsieur Warner? That reminds me, I will be leaving shortly to attend an errand. You don't mind closing la boutique by yourself this evening, Adelaide? After you sweep and dust, and see to the garbage, that is. Tres bon!

     [SOUND: CLAP CLAP]
     [SOUND: FOOTSTEPS AWAY]

DOMINIC:
Oh, by chance would you accept a ride then, Miss Trunk? I have recently become the owner of a type 4-45 Roadster. I'd be happy to come back later...

YOUNG ADELAIDE:
Oh, that's very thoughtful, Mr. Warner. But I couldn't possibly—

     [SOUND: FOOTSTEPS TOWARDS]

FLAVIAN:
(Calling out) She would be delighted, Monsieur Warner! I must insist, in fact. I can't have anything happening to my faithful innocent!

     [SOUND: FOOTSTEPS AWAY]

DOMINIC:
Innocent?

YOUNG ADELAIDE:
He means assistant. His grasp of English is oftentimes lacking. But yes, I accept your kind offer, Mr. Warner. I should be finished (to Flavian) closing by myself by 7:00. Will that be fine?

     [MUSIC: CHEERFUL UND.]

DOMINIC:
(Too loudly) Yes! (Normal) I mean, yes. Yes, that will be wonderful. For you. For the ride, I mean. For us. Yes, I'll be here. Until then!

     [SOUND: SHOPKEEPER'S BELL]

YOUNG ADELAIDE:
Mr. Warner?

DOMINIC:
Yes! Miss Trunk, would you like me earlier?

FLAVIAN:
(From afar) Earlier, later, now, again later...

     [SOUND: FOOTSTEPS AWAY]

YOUNG ADELAIDE:
Your mother's balm?

DOMINIC:
Oh, how silly of me. Ah, two jars should be sufficient.

YOUNG ADELAIDE:
Wonderful. I will be right back with those jars.

     [MUSIC: SHIFT TRANSITION]
     [SOUND: OUTSIDE AMB.]

OLD ADELAIDE:
I did end up closing alone that night. And I did end up in Dominic's impressive automobile.

YOUNG ABLE:
What a treat that must've been! Couldn't have been many of those around at the time.

OLD ADELAIDE:
Definitely not. I was more excited than I would ever have let on. Although, my enthusiasm might have been tempered had I known what was happening at home that very day...

     [MUSIC: SHIFT TRANSITION]
     [SOUND: RUSTLING THROUGH ITEMS]

ESTHER:
(To herself) Now, where did my leather needle run off to? Adelaide, you silly child, if you moved my things I swear on everything that's good in this world...

     [SOUND: OUTSIDE AMB.]

OLD ADELAIDE:
Our home, Trunk House, had been in the family since the early days of Griwerrtown. It was modest but stout and handsome. Mother and I worked hard to maintain the grounds after falling on such hard times. With father and Ramona gone—

YOUNG ABLE:
Ramona?

OLD ADELAIDE:
My late sister who succumbed to the fever in '07.

YOUNG ABLE:
Ah, right. Sorry, do continue.

OLD ADELAIDE:
Anyway, the house—it used to stand right about here, gradually shadowed by the ever-growing operation that was the Henrikksen-Pope Mining Company.

     [SOUND: KNOCKING]

ESTHER:
Oh well, now I'll never find it. Just a moment!

     [SOUND: RUSTLING THROUGH ITEMS]
     [SOUND: FOOTSTEPS]
     [SOUND: DOOR OPENS]

ESTHER:
Monsieur Auger, what a pleasant surprise!

     [MUSIC: FRENCH UND.]

FLAVIAN:
Bonne journée, Madame Trunk.

ESTHER:
Is everything alright? I'm afraid your waistcoat isn't quite finished. Did Adelaide—

FLAVIAN:
It is all quite well, madame. There is no urgency with the waistcoat. Adelaide is managing la boutique on her own for the remainder of the day. She is quite a capable young woman, much like her mama.

ESTHER:
(giggles) Oh go on, Monsieur Auger!

FLAVIAN:
"Flavian," s'il vous plaît! After all these years, there is no need for such formality, yes?

ESTHER:
Well, Flavian, (giggles) what can I do for you? May I offer you some tea?

FLAVIAN:
No, no, I must not impose, madame. I simply came to give you these.

     [SOUND: UNWRAPPING]

FLAVIAN:
Lozenges! Imported from the finest botanical pharmacie in all of France! Adelaide mentioned you were dry of the throat, and I am quite sure these can be of immense assistance.

ESTHER:
Monsieur Auger—Flavian, I am so touched! What a thoughtful gesture. Do please come in, so that I might repay the kindness.

     [SOUND: DOOR CREAK]

FLAVIAN:
Madame Trunk—

ESTHER:
Esther.

FLAVIAN:
Esther, très belle! Alas, I cannot stay. I—

     [MUSIC: CANYON REPRISE]
     [SOUND: CAR PULLING UP]

FLAVIAN:
You were expecting other guests?

ESTHER:
I cannot say that I was...

     [SOUND: CAR DOOR SLAMMING]

ATTICUS:
Well, this is a fine day, is it not?

     [SOUND: CLIMBING PORCH STEPS]

ATTICUS:
And an equally fine home, at that. Wouldn't you say, boys?

BROTHERS GORSEY:
We would say, boss.

ESTHER:
Gentleman, good day to you. I am Esther Trunk and this is Monsieur Flavian Auger. Is there something I can help you with?

     [SOUND: CREAKING/KNOCKING WOOD]

ATTICUS:
Yes, a fine home. Strong, strong bones. But there's a problem with bones, isn't there? Tell me, what's the problem with bones, boys?

BROTHERS GORSEY:
They break, boss.

ATTICUS:
That they do, that they do.

FLAVIAN:
Messieurs, I am quite sure you do not intend to be rude, but Madame Trunk has asked you a question, no? If you would be so kind as to state your business, s'il vous plâit.

ATTICUS:
Not from around here, are you, friend?

FLAVIAN:
Oh but friendship is earned, is it not? And I can assure you—

ESTHER:
Flavian, it's alright. Good sir, how may I assist you today? Are you in need of tailoring, or...?

ATTICUS:
My name is Atticus Pope. Of Henrikksen-Pope Mining. And these are the Brothers Gorsey. Say hello, boys.

BROTHERS GORSEY:
Hello, boys.

ATTICUS:
Mrs. Trunk, are you aware that your property is, as of this morning, now an island on lands owned by Henrikksen-Pope Holdings? An island considered to be an aggressor to our legal expansion. Show her, boys.

     [SOUND: PAPER RUSTLING]

ESTHER:
Mr. Pope, I'm afraid I don't understand—

ATTICUS:
I'm afraid we don't understand your absence at this morning's proceedings. I had the Brothers here personally deliver the summons, didn't I boys?

PERCY:
We delivered it last night—

MERCY:
—put it right here on the porch—

PERCY:
—but it was windy, boss—

MERCY:
—real windy, boss.

ATTICUS:
Oh, well that is a shame, isn't it? Still, the law does not take into account the wind when considering a citizen's lack of responsibility for official correspondence. Maybe you should've stuck it in with one of your knives, eh boys?

BROTHERS GORSEY:
Like these, boss?

     [SOUND: SWITCH BLADE]

ATTICUS:
The very ones. The very ones.

FLAVIAN:
Why do you threaten Madame Trunk in this way? This is most imprudent, no?

ATTICUS:
Cologne At Last, right Frenchie? With the perfumes and oils. And that pretty young girl. What was her name, boys?

BROTHERS GORSEY:
Adelaide.

ATTICUS:
That's right. Sweet, sweet Adelaide.

FLAVIAN:
You dare!

ESTHER:
Get off my property at once! I will ring the authorities if you linger but one more moment!

ATTICUS:
Not sure they'd be much help to you, Mrs. Trunk. The mines have a certain gravity to their influence. But, we'll leave you to consider your options here. Or should I say option, singular. Say goodbye, boys.

     [MUSIC: CONFLICT UND.]

BROTHERS GORSEY:
Goodbye, boys.

     [SOUND: CAR DOORS
     [SOUND: CAR DRIVING OFF]

ESTHER:
Oh Flavian, what will I do?

     [SOUND: OUTSIDE AMB.]

OLD ADELAIDE:
I wish I had been there. But I was busy being young and adventurous with Dominic and his dashing new car...

     [MUSIC: THRILLING UND.]
     [SOUND: LOUD CAR MOTOR/WIND]

YOUNG ADELAIDE:
(Over the noise) It's quite thrilling, isn't it?

DOMINIC:
What's that?

YOUNG ADELAIDE:
I said, it's quite thrilling, isn't it?

DOMINIC:
Say again?

YOUNG ADELAIDE:
Never mind!

DOMINIC:
It's quite thrilling, isn't it?

YOUNG ADELAIDE:
Indeed it is. (beat) A bit hard to hear over all the noise, however!

DOMINIC:
I'm sorry? It's a bit hard to hear over the wind and everything!

YOUNG ADELAIDE:
Would you mind terribly if I unbuttoned my skirt? Or would you prefer my blouse?

DOMINIC:
What's that now?

YOUNG ADELAIDE:
(laughing) I said I'm surprised how quickly we're approaching the house!

DOMINIC:
Sure, I can go faster! Better hold on!

     [SOUND: LOUD CAR DRIVING OFF]
     [MUSIC: SHORT INTERLUDE]

OLD ADELAIDE:
The rush of that short journey would fade quickly, however, upon arrival to Trunk House.

     [SOUND: CAR DOOR CLOSING]
     [SOUND: FOOTSTEPS]

YOUNG ADELAIDE:
Dominic, would it be terribly forward if I asked you to you stay for dinner? You know mother will insist after your generous offer to drive me home.

DOMINIC:
If you're quite sure, then I would be foolish to decline. But, may I ring my mother? Have the lines reached you yet?

YOUNG ADELAIDE:
They have, yes! Although I fear I am quite clumsy with the device, myself.

     [SOUND: FOOTSTEPS ON STAIRS]
     [SOUND: DOOR OPENING]

YOUNG ADELAIDE:
Monsieur Auger, what on earth are you doing here?

ESTHER:
Adelaide! That is no way to speak to your employer! You simply must try again. You...(crying)...oh hello, Mr. Warner. I'm sorry...please excuse me.

     [SOUND: FOOTSTEPS FADING]

YOUNG ADELAIDE:
Mother?

FLAVIAN:
I am afraid your poor mama has had an encounter most terrible!

YOUNG ADELAIDE:
(Calling out) Mother! (To Flavian) What happened?

DOMINIC:
Is there anything I can do?

     [MUSIC: UND. INTENSIFIES]

OLD ADELAIDE:
But I wouldn't find out about Atticus Pope and his threats until later. Because at that very moment, everything would change. Forever.

     [SOUND: RUMBLING/CRACKLING/OTHER WORLDY SOUNDS]

OLD ADELAIDE:
It was as if lighting struck mere steps from our porch.

     [SOUND: BOOM]

OLD ADELAIDE:
Like heaven had rained its fury upon us. The very earth shook.

     [SOUND: QUAKING]

OLD ADELAIDE:
And as soon as it had started, it stopped.

FLAVIAN:
Mon dieu!

ESTHER:
Adelaide!

YOUNG ADELAIDE:
Mother!

DOMINIC:
Is everyone alright?

     [SOUND: DOOR CREAKS OPEN]

OLD ADELAIDE:
We opened the front door to see the impossible: a crater as if we had been transported to the moon itself.

FLAVIAN:
But this cannot be!

OLD ADELAIDE:
And then I saw...

YOUNG ADELAIDE:
There's something out there!

DOMINIC:
I'll turn on my headlamps!

     [SOUND: RUNNING]
     [SOUND: SWITCH ON]

OLD ADELAIDE:
Standing in the middle of the large crater was a woman. A few years younger than me, naked, and shivering. I don't know how, but I knew her.

RAMONA:
A...Adelaide...?

YOUNG ADELAIDE:
Ramona!?

OLD ADELAIDE:
And that was the night my sister returned. At the age she would have been. As if she had never died at all.

     [SOUND: RECORD SCRATCH]

OLD ABLE:
Time to change the record, kiddo! You ok with more holiday tunes?

MARKIE:
I'm sorry. What the motherfu—

OLD ABLE:
Fancy a drink? That snow's really coming down out there now. Probably done for the day here, anyway.

MARKIE:
Do I want a drink. You bet your ass, old man! It was her sister?! How the hell...?

OLD ABLE:
I'll get to it, I'll get to it!

MARKIE:
Damn right you will.

     [SOUND: STANDING]
     [SOUND: SHUFFLED STEPS]

OLD ABLE:
But first, I need to get my steps in. Walk with me, I like to do two laps around the shop. About all I can do these days. Too many walking tours! (laughs)

MARKIE:
Omg you are so old and adorable, I can't even deal with it. I just want to zip you into my fanny pack.

     [SOUND: FOOTSTEPS]

OLD ABLE:
You're what, now?

MARKIE:
It's where you would keep all your keep-me-alive pills...

OLD ABLE:
Shut it!

MARKIE:
...and like a weird butterscotch or something.

OLD ABLE:
Oh! Butterscotch fan, are ya? Now those I have! I'll be right back...

MARKIE:
This is the best day.

     [MUSIC: THE CANYON THEME]
     (END OF THE CANYON CHAPTER ONE)
     [BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, BEEP]



THE CANYON - Chapter Two      23:32

     [MUSIC: SHORT CANYON INTRO]
     [SOUND: DISTANT MINING]
     [SOUND: SIPPING]

ATTICUS:
Mm mm mm. Now, this is some fine coffee, boys. However, in light of recent events, I would be remiss in not taking this opportunity to amplify its welcomed succor with a bit of "celebration."

     [SOUND: UNCORKING]

ATTICUS:
Care for a nip, boys? Now, Mercy, you do still drink, don't you?

MERCY:
That I do, boss.

ATTICUS:
Attaboy!

     [SOUND: POURING WHISKEY]

PERCY:
What are we celebratin', boss?

MERCY:
Yeah, boss—what are we celebratin'?

ATTICUS:
Well life itself, boys!

     [SOUND: GLASSES CLINK]

BROTHERS:
To life, boss.

ATTICUS:
But to be more specific, according to this morning's Griwerrtown Gazette it would seem that fate has intervened on our behalf in a mighty, mighty way with regard to our enterprising proposition over yonder at Trunk House.

     [SOUND: PAPER TOSSED ONTO TABLE]

ATTICUS:
Read it to me, boys!

MERCY:
Another earthquake shakes the town...

PERCY:
Growing crack in the earth...

BROTHERS:
Baffles local authorities.

ATTICUS:
And what do you see in that picture, boys? A yawning chasm threatening to swallow whole a charming, if not entirely vexing old home...

BROTHERS:
Looks like Trunk House, boss.

ATTICUS:
Indeed it is! Indeed it is. I would venture to say that right there is Providence itself glorifying our position. Fortifying our stance that expansion must continue. That nothing and no one shall stand in our way of rightfully securing properties that will allow us to mine and refine resources meant for our acquisition and harvest. The Elysian Fields are beneath us, and we are the scythe that shall reap it so. Isn't that right, boys?

BROTHERS:
Say again, boss?

ATTICUS:
Brothers Gorsey, I mean to say that this is good news! See, our legal gambit the other day with Trunk house isn't entirely, shall we say, ironclad in a court of law. But, take here this cup of celebratory coffee.

     [SOUND: CUP AND SAUCER RATTLE]
     [SOUND: SLIDING CUP]

ATTICUS:
If I were to slide it like so to the very edge of this table it would become somewhat of a risky venture, would it not?

BROTHERS:
It would, boss.

ATTICUS:
Now suppose it would be in our best interest that this cup exist no more. That its destruction would result in a serendipitous benefit to our company and its recent subterranean discoveries. Is there anything we could do that might hasten said destruction?

PERCY:
We could push it, boss.

MERCY:
Yeah, boss. Give it a nudge.

ATTICUS:
Oh, a capital concept, boys! It is no surprise that destiny has reunited twins of such palpable combined intellect!

BROTHERS:
Thanks, boss.

ATTICUS:
"Give it a nudge," yes, indeed! Capital. Dare I say, a dynamite idea...

     [SOUND: CUP SLIDING OFF EDGE AND SHATTERING]
     [MUSIC: THE CANYON THEME]

OLD ADELAIDE:
The Canyon
Written by Patrick Emile

     [MUSIC: HOLIDAY MUSIC UND.]

MARKIE:
Yeah, I really don't think you get what I'm saying...

OLD ABLE:
What do you mean? Sure I do. A mime. Look. (Grunting)

MARKIE:
No. That's not what I'm talking about.

OLD ABLE:
Get it? I'm in a box. An invisible box. It's about the illusion. There is no box, son.

MARKIE:
No, no. A meme. Not a mime. Ugh, you old bag. Here, check this one out.

OLD ABLE:
"Am-ih-ree-tay..." What's this amihreetay? Some sort of latin?

MARKIE:
No, "amirite." Like, ..." am I right?" And he's holding a shotgun in his mouth. Mondays, amirite? Like he's gonna kill himself because it's Monday...

OLD ABLE:
What are you, some kind of rube? That's too literal. He should imply the shotgun. Look, I hold my hands around the air—like it's around an invisible cylinder. And then I open my mouth real wide, see? And then I bring my hands up like I'm putting a big thing in my mouth. (With mouth open) Understand? It's an illusion.

MARKIE:
Ohmygod, yes I totally get it. Let me just...Hold it.

     [SOUND: CAMERA SHUTTER]

MARKIE:
You're beautiful. Now roll your eyes back.

OLD ABLE:
(Mouth still open) Like this?

MARKIE:
Perfect.

     [SOUND: CAMERA SHUTTER]

MARKIE:
Let me just...(to himself) posting.

     [SOUND: PHONE UPLOADING SENT]

MARKIE:
Yep, this is the greatest day of my life. (To Able) Also, I think that's enough scotch for you.

OLD ABLE:
Oh, shut it. I'd drink you under the table in my younger years, boy.

MARKIE:
Can we get back to the story now? Or do you need a nap or something...?

OLD ABLE:
Why? So I can wake up disheveled like you? Tell me, do you use a comb in that thing, or is homeless what gets one a date these days?

MARKIE:
I wish you were my dad.

OLD ABLE:
What's that now?

MARKIE:
I said hit me again, daddy. With the hooch.

OLD ABLE:
Now, that's more like it!

     [SOUND: POURING]
     [SOUND: VOICES FADING]

OLD ABLE:
Alright, where were we? Oh yes, the sister...

     [SOUND: OUTSIDE AMB.]

YOUNG ABLE:
Miss Adelaide, as a historian I must say this tale stretches the imagination. However, as a collector of stories, it is quite the gem, so far. I mean no offense, of course.

     [MUSIC: REMINISCENT UND.]

OLD ADELAIDE:
Oh, none taken, sir. You can imagine our own bewilderment at seeing our dear Ramona alive once more. She looked exactly how I imagined she would, had she never taken the sickness as a child. Tall. Taller than me. A beautiful young woman.

YOUNG ABLE:
So what happened next?

OLD ADELAIDE:
Well, the first few days Ramona slept. Almost constantly. As if she had been awake all those long years. Although, there were nights when she would wake in terrible fits of fear...

     [SOUND: BED SHEETS RUSTLING]

RAMONA:
No, please...please come with me...Papa...(awake) Papa!

ESTHER:
Ramona! Don't be afraid, child. Mama's here. You're safe. (Soothing sounds)

     [SOUND: DOOR CREAK]

YOUNG ADELAIDE:
Mother! Did she wake again? Is she alright?

RAMONA:
Adelaide? Where's Papa?

ESTHER:
See? Your sister's here, too. Adelaide, give us some light, dear.

     [SOUND: MATCH/LANTERN]

RAMONA:
Where is Papa, please?

YOUNG ADELAIDE:
He's gone, Ramona. He's—

ESTHER:
Adelaide, enough now!

YOUNG ADELAIDE:
She must know, Mother. It would be cruel to keep it from her.

RAMONA:
Gone where? I just saw him! He was just here. Mama. Mama, you have to believe me.

YOUNG ADELAIDE:
Ramona—

ESTHER:
Of course, we believe you, sweet girl. I talk to him every night, myself. He'll always be with us.

RAMONA:
No, you don't understand. Adelaide, make her understand, please!

YOUNG ADELAIDE:
You were having a dream. That's all. But you're alright now. You simply need your rest. And so do you, Mother. Off to your own bed. Now! I will stay with Ramona.

ESTHER:
Oh. Well, I suppose you're right.

     [SOUND: BED SHEETS RUSTLING]

ESTHER:
Ramona, my sweet, I'll be just down the hall. The second door, you remember?

RAMONA:
I remember.

     [MUSIC: LOVING UND.]

ESTHER:
(Emotional) Of course you do. My little Ramona. Good night, child. Adelaide, get her to sleep, will you?

     [SOUND: DOOR CREAK]
     [SOUND: FOOTSTEPS]

YOUNG ADELAIDE:
I will.

     [SOUND: OUTSIDE AMB.]

OLD ADELAIDE:
It's funny how easily we slipped back into our old ways. A doctor concluded that Ramona was in fine health, and Mother wisely didn't attempt to paint the complete picture for him. I believe she was just content to have her youngest back with us. As was I, don't misunderstand me. Maybe I was perhaps just far enough removed to see the cracks.

YOUNG ADELAIDE:
Now, you little creature, what shall we read tonight? I must have read hundreds of stories since...well, the last few years. And I can't wait to read them all to you.

     [SOUND: LOOKING THROUGH BOOKS]

RAMONA:
Adelaide?

     [MUSIC: THE CANYON THEME SOFT REPRISE]

YOUNG ADELAIDE:
Hm?

RAMONA:
Am I a ghost?

YOUNG ADELAIDE:
A what? Well, I should think not!

RAMONA:
How do you know? I saw you, Adelaide. And Mother. Like looking through a bedsheet drying on the line in the sunlight. Only you never saw me. Or Papa.

YOUNG ADELAIDE:
Those are just dreams, Ramona. You were...gone. And you're back with us now. Just a dream.

RAMONA:
Do not say that! If those are dreams, then that means I am as well. Or a ghost!

YOUNG ADELAIDE:
Well, tell me what you saw, then. Help me understand.

RAMONA:
I saw William Trent. And you...

YOUNG ADELAIDE:
I don't what you're going on about—

RAMONA:
...back behind the woodshed! With your—

YOUNG ADELAIDE:
Ramona, stop! How could you know that...

RAMONA:
I told you! I could see you. Were you looking for something he had lost, or—

YOUNG ADELAIDE:
I'll tell you when you're older.

RAMONA:
But, sister, I am older. And...and I saw you with Dominic Warner. And how you look at him. He's terribly handsome, isn't he?

     [MUSIC: THE CANYON THEME UPBEAT REPRISE]

YOUNG ADELAIDE:
That's enough out of you, little monster!

     [SOUND: PILLOW HIT]

RAMONA:
Ow!

YOUNG ADELAIDE:
Oh? And how could a ghost feel such pain? Perhaps the ghost is ticklish, too?

RAMONA:
No! Stop! (Laughing)

YOUNG ADELAIDE:
(laughing) Yes, definitely a ghost. No reaction, at all!

ESTHER:
(distantly) Girls! Adelaide, that does not sound like sleeping!

YOUNG ADELAIDE:
(stifling laughter) Sorry, Mother!

RAMONA:
(laughs)

     [SOUND: OUTSIDE AMB.]

OLD ADELAIDE:
Have you lost anyone, Mr. Canoe?

YOUNG ABLE:
I have, yes. My parents, to the flu. Just two years ago, but it feels so long now. And then other times it feels like it was yesterday. Funny how that is, isn't it?

OLD ADELAIDE:
Indeed. You understand, then, how happy I was to have my little sister back with me. Gossiping, telling stories, and catching her up on all that I thought she had missed. In some ways, she was still a little girl. Although, strangely, she really had grown up—wherever she had gone. There were times afterwards when she truly...scared me.

YOUNG ABLE:
But, Miss Adelaide, may I ask what became of your home? And the earthquakes? The records indicate that there were more than one...

     [MUSIC: DRAMATIC TRANSITION]

OLD ADELAIDE:
That part is true. While the opening before Trunk House was the largest, the tremors had started a few weeks before Ramona's appearance. It was the talk of the town. And cracks and fissures had begun to develop in a sort of row along the mines, our property—even inching ever closer to the old town square. A fitting backdrop for everything, I daresay. What with Ramona's reappearance, and that wicked man's machinations.

YOUNG ABLE:
Atticus Pope.

OLD ADELAIDE:
Atticus Pope.

YOUNG ABLE:
Not a family to be trifled with, the Popes. Especially in those times.

OLD ADELAIDE:
Certainly not, Mr. Canoe. But, in such harrowing times we were lucky to have friends to lean upon. Both Monsieur Auger and Dominic became suppertime fixtures following that fateful night. Whatever their own theories as to my sister's unnatural resurrection, their kindness prevented them from openly discussing it. And, as you mentioned, the Pope's weren't to be trifled with, and that was the more pressing matter. For the moment, anyway...

     [SOUND: DINNER SOUNDS]

YOUNG ADELAIDE:
Dominic, there must be something to be done. I know there is no reasoning with that wretched man—not a single Pope came to Father's funeral—but, is there no hope? With your being on the council, I mean.

DOMINIC:
Yes, well—

ESTHER:
Adelaide, I'm quite sure Mr. Warner is doing everything he can. And that is quite enough bread. I haven't the time to be letting out your dresses with everything else troubling us.

YOUNG ADELAIDE:
Mother!

RAMONA:
I think you're beautiful, Adelaide. And so does Papa.

     [SOUND: GASP]
     [SOUND: OUTSIDE AMB.]

OLD ADELAIDE:
Eventually, we understood Ramona. But there were many moments such as these that we simply stared at her.

     [SOUND: DINNER SOUNDS]

ESTHER:
Ramona...you mustn't...

FLAVIAN:
Ah, that reminds me! Mademoiselle Ramona, your mother she tells me you are having difficulties sleeping, no? I have brought you something that should help immensely!

     [SOUND: CLAP CLAP]
     [MUSIC: BOLD UND.]

YOUNG ADELAIDE:
Apologies, Monsieur Auger, but you are sorely mistaken if you think that I'll respond to your charming claps in my own home.

ESTHER:
Adelaide!

FLAVIAN:
It is quite alright, Esther. Adelaide, my apologies—it is simply habit, yes? I'll fetch it now. But first, perhaps, would you like more bread?

     [SOUND: CHAIR SLIDING BACK]
     [SOUND: FOOTSTEPS]

YOUNG ADELAIDE:
Perhaps I would like more bread! Dominic? Would you like more bread? (With a mouth full) Let's all eat all the bread, shall we?

     [SOUND: CHEWING]

DOMINIC:
Um, sure...it...it's quite delicious bread, Mrs. Trunk!

ESTHER:
Thank you, Mr. Warner. And please excuse Adelaide's behavior. It's quite a trying time on all of us.

     [SOUND: FOOTSTEPS/SITTING]

DOMINIC:
Oh, but there's nothing to excuse. I—

FLAVIAN:
Here we are! For you Ramona. A chamber fragrance, with notes of huile de lavande, jasmin, and other trade secrets. Designed by myself, of course. And one for you, Esther, for your own bedroom! With concentrations of, how do you say, more mature varieties?

     [MUSIC: FRENCH TRANSITION]

ESTHER:
Oh, Flavian, how kind!

YOUNG ADELAIDE:
(Pointedly) Yes. How Kind.

ESTHER:
What do you say, Ramona?

RAMONA:
Thank you, Mr. O-Gee.

ESTHER:
Monsieur Auger.

RAMONA:
Monsieur Auger.

FLAVIAN:
It is nothing! My pleasure!

YOUNG ADELAIDE:
Yes, thank you Mr. O-Gee, but can we discuss the other matter at hand, please? Dominic?

DOMINIC:
Alright, as you know, I was appointed council member after my late father vacated the seat upon his...death. I'm so sorry, Mrs. Trunk, is this something I should be discussing here at the table, or...?

OLD ADELAIDE:
Dominic was so careful about others' feelings. It was part of his gentle magnetism.

ESTHER:
Well, I suppose—

YOUNG ADELAIDE:
Do continue, Dominic.

DOMINIC:
Okay, well, despite this appointment, I do not have an equal foothold with say, other parties representing Henrikksen-Pope interests, for example. In fact, my own commission at this moment is chairing a festivities sub-council. ...for the anniversary, that is.

RAMONA:
What anniversary?

YOUNG ADELAIDE:
Of the mine collapse.

ESTHER:
Adelaide, enough. Ramona, dear. Why don't you say goodnight and prepare for bed. You must get your rest, my sweet.

RAMONA:
Yes. You are right, Mother. I am feeling...strange all of a sudden...

FLAVIAN:
Mademoiselle Ramona, are you quite alright?

RAMONA:
...like I'm being pulled...

     [SOUND: PLATES CLATTERING]

OLD ADELAIDE:
Our dishes began to rattle in their place. Another quake, perhaps, but I felt it was something...more.

DOMINIC:
Another tremor? This is the third this week.

YOUNG ADELAIDE:
Ramona…

OLD ADELAIDE:
It was short, though. We had begun to get used to them.

     [SOUND: CLATTERING STOPS]

RAMONA:
Yes, I'm dreadfully tired. Please excuse me, everyone. Good night.

     [SOUND: CHAIRS SLIDING BACK]

DOMINIC:
Goodnight, Ramona.

FLAVIAN:
Bonne nuit, Mademoiselle.

     [SOUND: FOOTSTEPS]
     [MUSIC: THE CANYON THEME SOFT REPRISE]

ESTHER:
I can't lose her again.

YOUNG ADELAIDE:
Mother...

ESTHER:
I simply can not, Adelaide!

YOUNG ADELAIDE:
We won't. I promise you.

ESTHER:
You can promise no such thing!

DOMINIC:
Perhaps we should take our leave, as well.

FLAVIAN:
Oui, there is always tomorrow, no?

ESTHER:
Do we know that? How do we know? She was dead, Flavian! We buried her! Not steps from that cursed hole in the ground outside that very door!

YOUNG ADELAIDE:
Mother, she'll hear you…

FLAVIAN:
I admit I do not know how this can be. I do not. But perhaps this is the comfort, no? Now, anything is possible. Calme ton esprit, Madame.

DOMINIC:
Have you contacted any authorities? Doctors?

ESTHER:
No! I'm sorry, Mr. Warner. But we mustn't.

YOUNG ADELAIDE:
Mother fears that no good can come from shining too bright a light on the subject. I tend to agree with her. Especially given our current plight with that damnable man.

ESTHER:
Adelaide, that is no such language for a lady.

FLAVIAN:
I agree with both of you. The man is damnable, and Ramona should be protected. She is, how you say, a gift. A...

DOMINIC:
A miracle.

ESTHER:
Oh, gentlemen. How we will ever repay your generosities at this point, I cannot say.

FLAVIAN:
This is not a thing for repayment, no? Is this not true, Monsieur Warner?

DOMINIC:
It is enough to be able to assist in any way we can.

ESTHER:
Thank you. Thank you both.

     [SOUND: WATER POURING]

YOUNG ADELAIDE:
Dominic, you were saying...

DOMINIC:
Yes, well, it is the seventh anniversary of the collapse, as I'm sure you're aware. And I want you to know, Mrs. Trunk, Adelaide, that I intend to honor the deceased in a respectful and deserved way. That said, it will not be unusual for me to be seen at the Town Hall in great capacity over the next few days. If you can furnish the document that Pope brought to you, I can perhaps do some investigation of my own that will go unnoticed.

ESTHER:
Oh Mr. Warner, that would be such a kindness. I have it right over here.

     [SOUND: CHAIR SLIDING BACK]
     [SOUND: FOOTSTEPS]

YOUNG ADELAIDE:
Dominic. Thank you.

OLD ADELAIDE:
I do not remember when I had reached out to take his hand. But I will never forget his own resting atop mine.

DOMINIC:
Adelaide, you...you're very welcome. It is the least I can do.

OLD ADELAIDE:
I will also not forget Monsieur Auger's French cursing shattering the moment.

FLAVIAN:
Merde! That horrible man. With his...his...ignorant dogs at his bidding!

DOMINIC:
Who?

FLAVIAN:
Les frères! The Brothers...what was the name?

     [SOUND: FOOTSTEPS]

ESTHER:
Here it is, Mr. Warner.

     [SOUND: PAPER RUSTLING]

ESTHER:
And it's Gorsey, Flavian. The Brothers Gorsey.

DOMINIC:
You mean "brother." One brother.

FLAVIAN:
No, no, it was most certainly two brothers, Monsieur Warner.

DOMINIC:
Monsieur Auger, I'm afraid you must be mistaken. Mrs. Trunk?

ESTHER:
Flavian is quite right. It was Atticus Pope and two other men. They were twins. And quite frightening, at that.

DOMINIC:
Well, this can't be right. Are you sure?

FLAVIAN:
Monsieur Warner, we saw it with our own eyes. Why do you doubt us, so?

DOMINIC:
As part of the anniversary ceremony, I am having a small monument to the deceased erected in the Square. And, well...

     [MUSIC: INTENSE MUSIC BUILDING]

YOUNG ADELAIDE:
Dominic?

DOMINIC:
And I submitted just yesterday the list of names for the engraving. Mr. Trunk, of course, included—

ESTHER:
Oh, Mr. Warner.

YOUNG ADELAIDE:
Mother, let him finish.

DOMINIC:
—as well as Mercy Gorsey. He...also died in the collapse of 1911.

     [SOUND: SPIT TAKE]
     [MUSIC: HOLIDAY MUSIC UND.]

MARKIE:
Wait, what?! What the fu—you're telling me there's another one?

OLD ABLE:
Why did you go and spit that out, boy? That's fine scotch, there! Another what, now?

MARKIE:
Another...zombie? Or whatever?

OLD ABLE:
Zombie? What zombie? What are you, touched? No one's eating any brains in this story.

MARKIE:
Yeah, but they're like, coming back from the dead or whatever.

OLD ABLE:
If you let me finish, I'll get to it. All will be explained.

     [SOUND: VOICES FADING]

MARKIE:
It better be.

OLD ABLE:
Yeah, yeah. Keep your pants on. What's left of 'em, anyway. Zing!

MARKIE:
They're distressed!

     [SOUND: OUTSIDE AMB.]
     [MUSIC: DRAMATIC CANYON UND.]

YOUNG ABLE:
Miss Adelaide, I'm not sure I understand you. Do you mean to say that...?

OLD ADELAIDE:
That it would seem my sister wasn't the only one to have returned, yes. It was quite the shock. If Ramona and now that horrid Gorsey twin—could there be more? Who else among us? Who else knew about it?

     [SOUND: DYNAMITE PLUNGER/MECHANICAL SOUNDS]
     [SOUND: DISTANT MINING]

ATTICUS:
Well, easy with that blasting machine, boys. We wouldn't want to lose Mercy again, now would we?

PERCY:
Definitely not, boss.

MERCY:
Glad to be back, boss.

ATTICUS:
As am I, Brother Mercy, as am I. Now, let's review once again our plan of action, shall we? Percy, what is our objective?

PERCY:
"To continue regularly scheduled excavation of legally owned Henrikksen-Pope mining zones by way of earthmoving via controlled detonation."

ATTICUS:
Indeed it is, Brother Percy. And, to that end, what would happen should the now precariously balanced Trunk House tumble into that ever-growing chasm as a result of said detonation? Mercy?

MERCY:
"We would join the community in grieving such a terrible loss due to unforeseen consequences resulting from a combination of licensed and lawful mining techniques and...and..."

ATTICUS:
"...naturally-occurring phenomena such as..."

MERCY:
"...naturally-occurring phenomena such as earthquakes that are beyond the company's control."

ATTICUS:
Well, would you look at that! Brothers Gorsey, if I were your good-for-nothing fall down drunk of a pappy I'd be beaming with pride for that show of meritorious memory. But, of course, I am not. Am I, boys?

BROTHERS:
No, you're not, boss.

ATTICUS:
And what then, am I?

BROTHERS:
You're the boss, boss.

ATTICUS:
Exactly right, and let's not forget it! For when it comes to any potential prying of police, public servants, or otherwise proactive personnel, where will I be with regard to these events?

PERCY:
"At the ceremony..."

MERCY:
"...commemorating the tragedy of the 1911 mine collapse..."

BROTHERS:
"Standing in remembrance with your..."

ALL:
"Fellow citizens of Griwerrtown on this solemn occasion."

     [MUSIC: TENSION BUILDING UND.]

ATTICUS:
Very good, boys, Very good. It will be up to you when the time comes, as we cannot risk my direct involvement. And, let's face it, it's probably a good idea that Mercy here not show up to his own memorial, isn't that right?

BROTHERS:
You're right, boss.

ATTICUS:
Nothing can stand in our way of getting to the heart of the matter down there in the mines. We have only begun to understand its properties and what it could mean for the company, for the town, and I daresay the world itself. (beat) And boys, when I say nothing, I mean nothing. I believe that the Trunk women, and perhaps their little French friend, will be too distraught to attend the ceremony that day, don't you? What with Gerald Trunk's name on that monument, it might be too sad a sight to bear.

     [MUSIC: INTENSIFIES]

MERCY:
Too sad, boss.

PERCY:
They won't have the strength to go.

BROTHERS:
Too tied up with grief.

ATTICUS:
Yes, Brothers. Too tied up, indeed.

OLD ADELAIDE:
It was difficult to determine just exactly what was going on. Like a puzzle with replicating pieces...

     [SOUND: DINNER SOUNDS]

FLAVIAN:
Surely, this is more than coincidence, no? The Gorsey man, poor Ramona, the threats to Trunk House?

YOUNG ADELAIDE:
Monsieur Auger, you know how I am loath to agree with you on, well, truly anything…

ESTHER:
Adelaide Trunk, on my own grave, I—

YOUNG ADELAIDE:
...but I must admit that I do. There must be some connection.

FLAVIAN:
Oh, no no! This I was hoping she would not say. Is it truly the end times?

DOMINIC:
Monsieur Auger, you are a member of the commerce chamber, yes?

FLAVIAN:
Oui, but of course. As an immigrant shop-owner, it is in my best interest to be recognized as a dutiful citizen in any way I can.

DOMINIC:
Well then, if you were willing to make a donation perhaps you could join me at the Hall this week—under the guise of a sponsor to the memorial, that is. I feel as if there is more to be learned about the collapse and Pope's involvement in the records, and I believe we could cover more ground together.

FLAVIAN:
I am at your service, Monsieur Warner. In fact, I—

     [SOUND: THUNDER]

DOMINIC:
Oh, was rain expected?

     [SOUND: CHAIR SLIDING BACK]
     [SOUND: FOOTSTEPS]

DOMINIC:
Please excuse me, I must lift the canvas to the roadster. It is a wonderful machine, but no match for a storm in its current state.

     [SOUND: DOOR OPEN/RAIN]

YOUNG ADELAIDE:
I'll go with you!

     [SOUND: CHAIR SLIDING BACK]
     [SOUND: FOOTSTEPS]

ESTHER:
Adelaide, your coat! You'll—

     [SOUND: DOOR CLOSES]

FLAVIAN:
It is nice for them, no? Come, Esther, let me assist with les vaiselle.

     [SOUND: HEAVIER RAIN]
     [MUSIC: THRILLING UND.]

DOMINIC:
(over the rain) That's it! Align the grommets there!

YOUNG ADELAIDE:
Like this?

DOMINIC:
Precisely!

YOUNG ADELAIDE:
Shall we hop in and wait this out?

DOMINIC:
What's that?

YOUNG ADELAIDE:
(to herself) Not this again. Get in!

     [SOUND: CAR DOORS]

DOMINIC:
Well. I did not see this coming. I'm afraid I'm soaked to the bone.

YOUNG ADELAIDE:
As am I. So much for keeping the interior dry!

DOMINIC:
Oh Adelaide, you're quite right. What was I thinking? You must be so cold!

YOUNG ADELAIDE:
(laughing) Dominic, no you misunderstand—

DOMINIC:
Forgive me, I should never have—

YOUNG ADELAIDE:
Dominic.

DOMINIC:
Let us rejoin your mother inside.

YOUNG ADELAIDE:
Dominic!

DOMINIC:
Yes? Oh. Ha oh, I...I see.

OLD ADELAIDE:
Poor Dominic was always a tad slow to understand my intentions.

DOMINIC:
Adelaide, you must think me such a fool, the way I stammer and fumble around you.

YOUNG ADELAIDE:
I see no such inelegance, and I would ask that you not speak of my dear Mr. Warner in this way. He's a bit slow and might take it to heart, you see.

DOMINIC:
(laughs) I...I must admit something to you.

     [MUSIC: SWEET UND.]

YOUNG ADELAIDE:
Oh?

DOMINIC:
I am...quite frightened of what is happening. Do not take me wrong, I am so very happy for your family—but your sister? Alive? And now another? Adelaide, what does this all mean?

YOUNG ADELAIDE:
I am scared as well. And, I do not know what will happen. But...

DOMINIC:
But?

YOUNG ADELAIDE:
(laughs) And yet...

DOMINIC:
And...yet?

YOUNG ADELAIDE:
I believe that a grown man admitting fear to a woman who so clearly adores him to be one of the bravest things I've ever seen.

OLD ADELAIDE:
And then he kissed me. In his car, in the rain, as the world outside grew stranger and stranger.

     [MUSIC: TRANSITION]
     [SOUND: EMPTY BOTTLE]
     [MUSIC: HOLIDAY MUSIC UND.]

OLD ABLE:
Uh-oh, that's all she wrote for this bottle, I'm afraid.

MARKIE:
Do you have any more? You gotta have something squirreled away in that hoarder wet dream back there.

OLD ABLE:
I might, I might. Hold your horses.

MARKIE:
Orrrrr...

OLD ABLE:
Or what?

MARKIE:
I might have a little something to help us pass the time.

     [SOUND: PLASTIC BAGGIE]

MARKIE:
Don't freak out. I can guide you through it—

OLD ABLE:
What is that? Indica? Sativa? (sniffs) A Hybrid?

MARKIE:
Oh...

OLD ABLE:
Kush? Purple Haze?

MARKIE:
...my...

OLD ABLE:
Northern Lights? G13?

OLD ABLE:
Eh, put that garbage away. Here…

MARKIE:
...gods.

     [SOUND: JAR]

OLD ABLE:
Roll us up something with this, will ya? I got the arthritis, you see.

MARKIE:
Wait, are you actually my dad?

OLD ABLE:
And flip that sign and lock the door. I'll be in the back. I know I got another bottle around somewhere.

     [SOUND: VOICES FADING]

MARKIE:
I'll be here! Hey! Uncle Able! I'll be right here!

OLD ABLE:
Stop shouting! And flip that sign!

     (END OF THE CANYON CHAPTER TWO)
     [BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, BEEP]



THE CANYON - Chapter Three      51:03

     [MUSIC: THE CANYON THEME]

     (END OF THE CANYON CHAPTER THREE)



CREDITS      1:29:15



     [MUSIC: WRITER WRONG THEME OUT]

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