Shining Vale (2022–…): Season 1, Episode 6 - Chapter Six - Whispering Hope - full transcript

Previously
onShining Vale...

I believe there are dark forces
in that house.

- It's getting closer.
- Okay.

Since when do you wear a cross?

I'm allowed
to have spirituality.

- Didn't know you lost your job.
- Mom.

- I think I need to go home.
- Unless you don't.

I have to pee.

Rosemary
was like my muse.

So now I just take
a little vitamin C,

and she practically
writes it for me.



How about if I write
a different ending,

only for one chapter,
where I get to go crazy?

What happened
to your back?

You don't remember?

I think the ghost
fucked my husband.

Ghosts do not enter
other people's bodies.

But if this is a demon, you
need to take care of this now.

I'm going to assume
that she's a ghost.

- What's that?
- That is a poisonous mushroom.

Boring.

♪ ♪

♪ Soft as the voice ♪

♪ Of an angel ♪

♪ Breathing a lesson unheard ♪



♪ Hope
With a gentle persuasion ♪

Not now, Roxy.

Mama's in the fucking zone.

♪ A comforting word ♪

♪ Wait 'til
The darkness is over ♪

It's a good day to die. Ahh!

♪ Hope for the sunshine ♪

♪ Tomorrow ♪

- Ah!

Yes!

♪ The darkness is gone ♪

♪ Whispering hope ♪

♪ Oh, how welcome-- ♪

Yes, sir.

Yes, sir.

♪ Making my heart ♪

I'm done.

I'm fucking done.

♪ Rejoice ♪

♪ Whispering hope ♪

♪ Oh, how welcome thy voice ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Making my heart ♪

♪ In its sorrow rejoice ♪

♪ ♪

What, did I suck?

You did not.

In fact, I think we have
our new choir captain.

Cool.

Jake.

- Jake!

♪ ♪

Wait. It's not over?

No, not until you're dead.

♪ ♪

Morning, honey.

I just hit the
nightmare level in my game.

No one on the boards has even

heard of the little girl
in the mask.

I'm in uncharted territory.

That's exciting.

I also have some
pretty big news--

Do we have any milk?

- Hey, Gaynor.
- What are you doing here?

What do you mean,
what am I doing here?

We haven't seen you
for, like, a month.

I mean, give us a warning
so we can ease back into it.

I fucking live here.

I'm not gonna warn you
when I come downstairs.

I'm gonna take down
that white spruce in the yard,

carve it into, like,
a little Roxy or--

Pat. Whoa.
What-what are you doing here?

Oh, my God, Terry, you look
like an Amish serial killer.

What? The beard? Yeah.

It's the first time
in, like, 30 years

I haven't had to shave.

Having a hard time coaxing out

some of the mustache follicles.

Well, how about
coaxing out a shower?

- We have therapy.
- What time is it?

It's, uh, almost 8:00.

- What day is it?
- It's Friday.

Holy shit.

Okay.
Nobody make plans tomorrow.

I know we haven't seen
each other in a while,

so I thought we would
go into the city,

have lunch, and see a show.

- No, I don't think--
- Yeah, hard pass.

Nightmare level.

I ask so fucking little

of this family.

Guys...

I finished my book.

And I know good writers
are not supposed to say this,

but it's great.

Oh, that is fantastic.

All right,
let-let's-let's do it.

I got nothing but time.

I haven't been to the city
since I retired.

No. No.

She can't just flap down
from her belfry after a month

and expect us
to drop everything.

I have plans, so...

Gaynor joined the church choir.

- Ass.
- Oh.

Okay, so we will go to church
and hear you sing,

and then we'll all go
into the city.

No, church is my thing.

We're going to go out

like a normal fucking family
and celebrate.

We're gonna celebrate my book,

your game, your singing,
and your dad's...

got to shower.

Seriously, Terry, it's bad.

Okay.

It's been a month.
How are we?

- Amazing.
- Hanging in there.

I finished my book.

Not to sound like an asshole,
but it's-it's great.

I think they're gonna make it
the big summer release.

Congratulations on your book.

Thank you.
Yeah, and the best part is,

is I finished it clean.

No alcohol,
no Clonazepam, no Rosemary.

Clonazepam
is a very potent narcotic.

You can't just start and stop
a drug like that.

Yeah, well, I was blacking out

and fucking seeing dead
grocery boys in my tiki bar,

so trust me,
I am not starting that again.

I do trust you, uh,
but just in case,

I'm gonna flag your name
at every pharmacy

in the U.S. and Canada.

So, Terry, how are you?

And how have you been
keeping yourself busy

since you quit your job?

Mm, this and that.

Staying active.

Show him your dolls, honey.

They're not dolls.

It's just these
little figurines.

Do you-do you have them here?

Yeah.

May I?

Fine.

This is just the case.

And who is this little fella?

Oh, that's-that's me.

You think the small stature

might represent you
feeling less than?

No, I think it represents
I ran out of wood.

Your whole marriage,

you've been
supporting your family.

Now Pat's taken over
that role.

How does that make you feel?

I feel fine.

Just... give me my dolls back.

Sometimes
when a man loses a job,

he can lose
his sense of purpose,

which can lead to depression.

Yeah, well,
Phelps don't get depressed.

Have him write you
a prescription.

We can join the family plan.

No thanks, sweetheart.

I'm gonna handle this
on my own.

Really?
'Cause you jumped on board

pretty quick
when it was my prescription.

Terry, if you want
to try working through this

on your own first,
let's give it a shot.

- Un-fucking-believable.
- Mm-hmm.

A man gets depressed, and he
gets to work through it.

A woman has an emotion,

and she's treated
like a mental patient.

That's why my book
is so relevant.

It's-it's a women's
empowerment story

that you can read on the beach.

I was thinking about
having a-a Georgia O'Keeffe

vagina flower on the cover.

'Cause it's-it's smutty,
yet classy.

It's-it's not good.

Well, the cover idea
is just a placeholder.

- It's not like--
- Yeah, no,

the vagina flower's a home run.

It's your book.

I'm so sorry.

Give-give me a note.
Give me something.

I--be specific.
I can take it.

Okay.
Well, uh, the tone shifts

dramatically
a third of the way through.

It's meandering, pedantic,
out of touch, and needy.

Oh, and you misspelled
"their" on page 214.

Well, fuck you, Kam.
How 'bout that?

It was great, and then
you killed your main character

on page 81.

Rosemary is not
the main character.

She's the manifestation
of Cressida's depression.

She's a literary device.

Well, her story is the one

that everyone in my office
fell in love with,

so I suggest
you bring her back.

I can't.
Okay, she's gone.

Read it again.
It-it is--

it's the perfect summer book.

Actually, and you know
I hate political BS,

but the powers that be are
looking at a fresher voice

for the summer push.

We're circling
Claire Vanderbilt.

Oh, my--Claire Vanderbilt?

That fucking YA bitchling?

I agree with you.

She's not half the writer
that you are,

but she is half the age,
and that's what sells.

Do you think I'm done
as a writer, Kam?

Holy fuck.

Okay, Kam, please,
let me turn this around.

Give me two weeks.
Believe it or not,

I am the rock
in my family right now.

Gaynor,
she-she's turned churchy,

Jake is into
some nightmare gaming,

and Terry is making
fucking dolls.

Oh, my God.

- Okay.

I will see what I can do, okay?

Shit, I'm sorry.
I have to take this.

Yeah, put her through.

Claire!

Oh, my God, I was just talking
about you with Pat Phelps.

No, no, no, no, no, no,
the author.

No, she's very much alive.

♪ ♪

Okay. Come on, Pat.

You did this once,
you can do it again.

Oh, fuck. Help me.

♪ ♪

Damn it. Come on!

Who you talking to?

I'm-I'm just working. I'm--

Kam found a typo, so I'm just--

Mm. By the way,

I'm not depressed.

You know, I-I think my job
just provided me

with a certain routine.

I just kind of got to get used

to the lack of structure,
you know,

find a project or something,
but I'm not depressed.

Yeah.

You want to put on pants?

Mm, suppose I should.

- Suppose I should.
- Yeah.

♪ Ave ♪

♪ Maria ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Gratia plena ♪

♪ Maria ♪

♪ Gratia plena ♪

♪ Maria ♪

♪ Gratia plena ♪

♪ Ave ♪

♪ Ave Dominus ♪

Excuse me.
Excuse me.

- Ouch!
- Peace be with you.

- Oh, come on.

- Amen.
- Really?

♪ Benedicta ♪

♪ Tu in mulieribus ♪

♪ Benedictus ♪

♪ Benedictus fructus ♪

♪ Fructus ventris ♪

Bless me, Father,
for I have sinned...

a lot.

Uh, I-I have
a church-related question.

I, um--I've had
some creative success

with what was probably
a drug-induced hallucination,

but may have been from a demon.

Now, I assume that the Catholic
church is anti-demon,

but is there any wiggle room?

I mean,
if it's for a good cause?

Father?

♪ ♪

Father?

Take the drugs.

Fuck!

Ah, fuck.

Pat, wait.

- Hello.
- Jesus!

We need to talk.

I know. I'm sorry,

I shouldn't have
said "fuck" in church.

It's just that I haven't slept
in a month,

and I had a weird-ass dream.

It's about the fence
between our properties.

It's falling down, and I'm
afraid someone could get hurt.

Oh, okay.
It's just a broken fence.

It's not a abandoned
mine shaft.

- We'll just be careful.
- It's a hazard and an eyesore.

I don't have the money
right now.

I'll do it.

I'll build your fence.

What?

I got nothing
but time on my hands.

And I've literally been
honing my woodworking skills,

so yeah, I'll take the job.

I thought you sold insurance.

Uh,
insurance-backed securities.

Well, not anymore.
My boss--

The point
is I'm gonna build you

the best fucking fence
you've ever seen.

Okay? Nice.

- Great job honey.
- Oh, shit.

Gaynor, I'm-I'm sorry
about the "fuck."

Oh, it's okay.
I'm turning the other cheek.

Thank you for loaning her
to us this past month.

Aw, we could not be happier

with how involved she's getting
with the church.

So you must be thrilled
she's getting baptized.

Mm. Sure am.

You are not
getting fucking baptized.

It's not an abortion, mom.
I don't need your permission.

The girl is back.
Move.

Gaynor, listen,
sweetheart, I know all about

trying to piss off
your parents, trust me.

I was an expert at it,

but I've got a lot
going on right now.

Do you ever think maybe
this isn't about you?

Of course it's about me.
I'm your mother.

Well, Mrs. He
is gonna be my godmother.

Oh, okay.
So that makes your boyfriend

your god-brother.

Have fun telling Jesus
about that.

Terry, would you please
help me out with this?

- Terry!
- Huh?

I think I may have oversold
my ability to build a fence.

Do not make a mistake here.

Good Lord.

♪ ♪

Hack.

Oh fuck it.

It's Pat.
I need drugs.

I just need a couple
to help me finish my book.

I finished my book on Adderall.

It turned out excellent,

which you would know
if you ever read it.

It's 700 pages.
I skimmed it.

And FYI, no good writer ever
says that about their own book.

Okay.
Where are the pams?

Diazepam. Lorazepam.
Where are you Clonazo--

Oh!
Here you go.

Expired six years ago.

Well, just double up.

Sure you don't want
a pick-me-up?

You-you look exhausted.

What do you got?

These and these and--

oh, this reminds me of making
your lunch when you were eight.

Except for you never
made my lunch ever.

Well, you were so fussy.

You were always too thin.
You still are.

-Aw, thanks, Mommy.
-Mm-hmm.

Wh-what are these?
What do these do?

Those are the lithium

they forced on me

when you had me committed...

- Right.
- ...against my will.

Okay, I got to go. Bye.

Bye.
Thanks for the drugs.

Mm-hmm.

And, Mom,
the voices that you heard,

did you ever get the sense
that there was someone

behind them
trying to reach you?

Like, I don't know,
a-a bad person

or even a demon?

Darling...

the demon was schizophrenia,

but after years
of therapy and pills

and a small Midwestern city's
worth of electricity shot

through my frontal lobe,
the voices went away.

They disappeared...

along with my ability
to have a proper orgasm,

even by myself.

- Oof.
- They did that

at the hospital
where you put me away.

- Right.
- When you had me committed...

- I remember.
- ...against my will.

Bye.

Ring once
when you get home

so I know you made it safe.

Oh, crap.

- Hey, Kathryn.

I'm sorry.

It's just the beard
caught me by surprise.

Oh, you don't like it?

I love it, and I look forward
to reading your manifesto.

Dude, what happened
at the winery?

You went to the bathroom,
like, a month ago.

Yeah, I just--I got
a little turned around.

Listen, I was on the verge of
doing something really stupid.

Yeah, so you jumped
out of a bathroom window.

I get it. It's cool.

Um, listen, I am calling because
I have some work gossip.

Yeah?

Thom got Me Too'ed.

Shut up.

I will not.

Huh.
I wonder who'll take his place.

If they ask me,
it's gonna cost them.

Yeah, I think after
"suck a hot dick"

quitting went viral,
you're safe.

Ha.

Wait, what are you talking
about?

Oh, my God.
I thought you knew.

Someone filmed you quitting
and then posted it.

My mom actually
sent me the link

and she didn't even know
I worked there.

I'm-I'm so sorry.

No, no, no, no.
It's--it's--

Come on. It's fine.

I don't care. I'm-I'm out here.

I'm-I'm doing a little bit
of woodwork.

- Oh, God!
- Oh, shit!

Are you okay?
Oh, my God.

Yeah. Yeah.

I just gotta uh, build
a little tourniquet here.

I'll call you back.

Fuck!

Don't judge me.
It's not a big deal.

She's a part of
my creative process.

I just have to take

a couple of expired benzos
to access her.

Can anything be fucking easy?

♪ ♪

Rosemary?

Whatever's plaguing
your mother

will eventually come after you.

Baptism offers protection.

What the fuck
is going on?

I'm in.
I'll see you tomorrow.

Oh, it's so cold.

It's so cruel.

Oh, boy. What now?

You've let in the beast.

Hey, you want to meet her?

Okay, here's the deal.

I'm at a critical juncture
in my life,

and I need to talk to her,
and I don't want to take drugs

because then I lose control.

So is there any way
you could reach out to her?

You want me to summon a demon?

That would be fantastic.

Absolutely not.

Uh, you-you can't or you won't?

I won't.

I could be putting both
of our souls in jeopardy.

Could, could be.

Wait. If you help me,

I won't go to Gaynor's baptism.

I'll need paper and a pencil.

Bless this endeavor, Lord.

Protect us from
this evil influence.

Rosemary?
Rosemary!

What's happening, Valerie?
What's happening?

Um, "This nar--"

"Five he's whore"?

I can't read
your fucking writing.

It says, "She's here."

Hello, Patricia.

I see you have someone else

doing your writing
for you again.

It's pretty funny for a demon.

Oh, forevermore,

why am I a demon?

Because I'm a strong woman?

Because I know what I want
and I speak my mind?

Because you wore my body
like a meat suit

and fucked my husband.

I helped you write
a humdinger of a chapter.

And then I just had
a little bit of fun.

And then I moved on.

So why is it that you're using
this crazed stenographer

to bring me back?

Because I need your help
to finish my book.

- What's in it for me?
- The same deal.

You get to write yourself
a more satisfying life.

Except for this time without
having sex with my husband.

No, thank you.
Bye, Patricia.

Okay, fine.
You can sleep with Terry.

Good luck
getting past the beard.

It's not enough.
I want to come inside you.

I don't think that means
what you think it means.

I don't just want the dribs
and the drabs of your life.

I want to feel it all.

Wait, do you mean
you want to possess me?

What an imagination you have.

Let's use that to finish
your book, shall we?

Now come on, take the pills
and I'll come inside you.

Okay, I beg you
to find a different phrase.

Patricia, it's your choice.

You can either be the rock

or you can be the burden.

Okay, Rosemary.

But swear you'll leave
when this book is done.

Be gone!

Shit.

You couldn't have waited
one more second?

Rosemary's not her name.

Stay away.
This house is cursed.

♪ ♪

Hey, Dad.
Can I grab my charger?

Come here for a minute first.

♪ ♪

How you doing, pal?

You having fun?

Dad.

I'm so close.

MUFFMANGLER2010 thinks
that the masked girl I found

is some sort of secret NPC,
but SEXBOT69 thinks that she--

The charger's on the dresser
over there, sport.

All right.

Hi, sweetie.

Hey.

I think I am depressed.

Welcome to the club.

I don't know
how you do it, honestly.

I know, right?
It's fucking exhausting.

What happened to your hand?

I almost cut it off
with a 12-inch table saw.

You should go back to work.

I don't know if that's
gonna be much of an option

now that this has gone viral.

♪ Suck a hot dick
Suck a hot dick ♪

♪ Suck a hot dick, dick, dick
Dick, dick, dick, dick ♪

I quit.

I feel somewhat responsible.

- Really?
- Mm-hmm.

Hmm.
Well, don't worry about it.

It's gonna be fine.
I'll figure something out.

Besides, we always
got your book.

Yup.

I feel so stupid.

I feel as bad about not
being able to build a fence

as I do about leaving my job.

I think Dr. Berg was right.

I might be losing my purpose.

Terry,
you can build that fence.

We're Phelps.
We can do anything.

It's actually
surprisingly technical

- even if you're off by--
- Holy shit, Terry. Come on.

I would give fucking anything
to have to build a fence.

I've got two weeks to do
a rewrite on my book

or the whole thing
just goes away.

I thought you said
it was going great.

It will, just I--I need help.

Anything I can do?

No.

But whatever happens,
I love you.

I love you too.

You want to fool around?

I don't think so.

Is your mother coming?

God or regular?

Either.

Guess not.
Let's do this thing.

♪ Soft as the voice ♪

♪ Of an angel ♪

♪ Breathing
A lesson unheard ♪

In the name of the Father...

♪ Hope
With a gentle... ♪

All right, all right,
all right.

Hey, Phelps fencing.
We've got wood.

They just offered me
Thom's job.

If I take it,
will you come back?

Yup. When do we start?

♪ 'Til the darkness
Is over ♪

And the Son...

[game Objective reached.
Level completed.

Yes! Suck it, doubters!

Now is the game over?

What game?

Aren't you an NPC?

I'm Daisy.
I used to live here.

♪ If in the dusk
Of the twilight ♪

Oh, shit.

And the Holy Ghost.

Fuck it.

♪ Whispering hope
Whispering hope ♪

Okay, Rosemary, come inside me.

Uh-oh.

Let the spirit
enter and guide you.

♪ Making my heart ♪

♪ In its sorrow rejoice ♪

You're saved.

Sweet.

♪ ♪

This is for you, Patricia.

Oh!

Oh, my God! Pat!

Pat, our neighbor's
on the fence!

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Ave Maria ♪

♪ Gratia plena ♪

♪ Maria, gratia plena ♪

♪ Maria, gratia plena ♪