Shining Vale (2022–…): Season 1, Episode 8 - Chapter Eight - We Are Phelps - full transcript

Previously onShining Vale...

Take the pills
and I'll come inside you.

Okay, Rosemary.

I finished my book
on Adderall. Here you go.

Fuck it.
I wanna throw a party--

It's only weird
if you make it weird.

Rosemary, I'm late for therapy.

Oh, we canceled
because we're doing great.

If this is a demon,

you need to take care
of this now.

But I thought
it was important



that we know the competition.
What about that Blake fellow?

I wouldn't mind
taking him home.

What did you do?

I just want us
to be a normal family.

Terry, we're Phelps.
We can do anything.

Aren't you an NPC?

I'm Daisy.
I used to live here.

My mom always wore
her necklace,

but she wasn't wearing it
when she died.

I'm not afraid of you.

Okay.

Don't look down.
Don't look down.

Oh, come on, man.

♪ ♪



Oh, God. Oh, God.

Uh--

Shit!

♪ ♪

Ah!

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

-Shh!

Roxy! Mommy's doing something!

-Shh! Roxy!

♪ ♪

Mom, did you just kill Roxy?

Honey, we have to
keep this a secret.

You remember
how to keep a secret, right?

Dad!

Mom killed Roxy and is burying
her in the backyard--

Oh, Jake!

Are you fucking
kidding me?

Gaynor... it's not
what you think.

Really?

Because I think you finally
fucking snapped,

you crazy bit--

Hey, thought
I heard you down here.

Is that my shovel?

Those our kids?

Fuck it!

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

Oh, my gosh.

Roxy! You're alive!

You do not fuck
with someone's dog!

Wow, you really are just
a hairy spine.

There you are. Whoa!

I don't think I've ever seen
Roxy wet before.

-Terry, I had
the worst dream last night.
-Yeah?

I dreamt that you and Roxy
and the kids

were all buried
in the backyard.

And then when I woke up,
Roxy was covered in dirt.

I-I thought you were dead.

No, Roxy just got
in the plants and--wait.

You thought
the kids and I were dead,

but you stopped
to wash Roxy?

She was really dirty.

I...

I'd like to talk to you
about last night.

No, thanks. I'm good.

I'm not. Something happened,

and I wanna tell you about it.
I-I wrote it down, actually.

I just wanna choose
my words very, very carefully.

-Um...

Uh, just "Pat... I--"

"I am sad to report,
last night,

I violated
our marriage covenant."

-What the hell?
-I know.

Just please let me
get through this, honey, okay?

"Though much of the past year
has fluctuated from bad

to really, really terrible,
I remain faithful and true."

-Oh, no. God.
-Yes, it gets worse.

-"Last night, fueled by
many cocktails..."

Oh.

"...and a general lack
of-of your sensitivity"--

we've talked about--
"I shared a kiss

with my co-worker,
Kathryn Dunn."

-Holy fuck!
- I know.

Listen, after
everything that happened

last night, it was crazy.

You know, I wanna earn
the trust back, okay?

I wanna fight for this.
Tell me what to do.

-Pat!
-What?

We're good. I trust you.

You're an amazing woman.

No, no. I'm really not.

-I have to go.
-Wow.

♪ ♪

Hey, Mom. You got a second?

No, I really don't.

Jesus,
I asked you for one second.

And I told you,
I don't have time.

Then don't act
like you fucking care.

And those are my sneakers.
You crazy bitch.

I don't think
you know who you're talking to.

♪ ♪

Hey, Mom, can I take
this sword to school?

What? No.

We're already on the list
because you brought in porn.

Oh, Jake--

Where are my fucking keys?

That's not a sword.
That is an epee.

I actually used it in college
when I fenced at Penn--

I need it in case
Dan comes back.

Dan? You got a bully?

I'll teach you
the passata-sotto.

This is Dan.

Gimme that.

Why can't you be normal?

Whoa, whoa. Pat, take it easy.

What?

I'm so sorry, sweetie.
I'm so sorry.

For what?

I gotta go. I really gotta go.

Okay, is it just me,

or is Mom more batshit
than usual?

Zeth, I got possessed.

Wow. Okay. Who am I talking to?

Pat Phelps.

How many fucking
possessed women

do you get in here?

Slow it down.

We're gonna talk
in calm, soothing tones.

What happened
since I last saw you?

I invited the demon
into my body.

She threw a party,
did some blow,

and fucked the shit
out of one of my guests...

and uh, made some
kind of turkey jelly thing.

Okay.

Has she tried to physically
hurt you or any family members?

She did have me out on a ledge.

Oh, and the neighbor killed
herself on the--on our fence.

And I found her necklace
in my drawer.

Yep.

Demons tend to collect
souvenirs from their victims.

-Thought it was serial killers.
-Ha, ha, ha, ha.

That is actually
what my novel is about.

Poltergeist serial killer.

In fact, and I hate to ask,
but would you mind writing

a short little blurb
for the jacket?

I'm not writing a blurb
for your fucking book.

-I'm possessed!
-Mm?

Okay, get rid of the demon,
and I'll give you a quote.

Excellent.

Okay, so, there's exorcism,
but you're gonna have to go

through the Vatican,
and it takes about a year.

I'll be a spider-walking
down the stairs by then.

-What else?
-Um, demons need a host.

Could destroy the vessel.

Me being the vessel?

Correct.

So I have to kill myself?

That, or you commit
to leading a clean, anxiety-,

anger-, stress-,
and drug-free life--

So I have to kill myself.

I know she wants
to finish the book.

-What if I let her do that?
-No, no, no, no.

When you make a bargain
with a demon,

if you hold up your end
of that bargain,

they own you forever.

So you're saying
that I'm fucked!

There is...one thing
we could try.

♪ ♪

Evil stay away from me.

-The enemy will surely flee.

I gain protection and defense.

Remove your wicked countenance!

-Get out!
-What happened?

Did I do that?

Just get the fuck out!

It could have been
so much worse.

You didn't die. Yet.

Just go!

Okay, Demon.
Your story's over.

Damn it.

What are you doing, Patricia?

We had a deal, and it is
not nice to break a promise.

Well, you broke
my marriage

and possibly my jaw,

so I--I think we're even.

Hi, Kam.

Hey, Trish.
Is now a bad time?

It-it couldn't be worse.

Okay, well, I have
some really good news

and some really bad news.

What now?

We want your book
for the summer.

It's gonna be our big release.

Oh, okay.
What's the good news?

That is the good news.

What happened to Claire's book?

You know, it's so weird.

The day after your party,
she slipped into a coma.

-Oh, shit.
- I know.

But you know, we have to be
practical about these things.

It's what Claire
would've wanted. Maybe.

Oh Kam, I'm sorry.
I can't--I can't do it.

Don't pull a Pat on me.
My ass is on the line.

Wait, are you wearing my shrug?

God, I've been
looking for that.

Fuck!

Oh, you're so jumpy, Patricia.

That's because someone
hasn't taken her medication.

I'm not taking the drugs.

So please get the fuck out
of my house and out of my body.

And don't let the door
hit my ass on the way out.

Don't do this, Patricia.

Or, what?

You can't kill me. You need me.

So what are you gonna do?

- You've got mail.
-Ooh.

Oh.

Terry, I swear it wasn't me!

Really? It sure looks like you,

except Blake's dick's
in your mouth.

-I can explain that.
- Please do.

You can start by telling me
how you managed to open

your jaw like a cobra
when you told me you had TMJ.

I paid for adult braces.

I do have TMJ.
My jaw clicks. Listen!

No, I can't hear a thing.

You know what?
It-it doesn't matter.

Terry, listen.

I didn't wanna tell
you this, but there's a demon.

Yeah, I know.
I'm looking right at her.

Terry, please.

Pat, it's over.
You destroyed everything.

Hey, can I talk to you a sec?

Why? Do you wanna
break up with me again?

'Cause I got it when you
ghosted me, and then told me.

I don't know,
maybe you post it?

Look, I'm a dick. I'm sorry.

It runs in my family.
What can I say? It's genetic.

You don't even know
who you are, but I see you.

You're kind and strong, and you
have so much love to give,

but you give none
of it to yourself.

Oh, my God.
That's not who I am at all.

But that's really nice
of you to say.

Yeah, well, I hope
your next boyfriend

gets you more than I do.

Wait, what?
You're breaking up with me?

No, I'm moving.

The real estate lady had, like,
three offers on the house

by the time
I got back from the funeral.

-Where are you going?
-I don't know.

I got a pretty cool uncle
in LA.

Might crash with him
for a while.

Ugh, that's so awesome.

Come with me.

What? No, I can't.

Why not?

I don't know.
What would we do for money?

I'm pretty sure
my parents would stop

paying my credit card bill
after they found out

I went to live with you and
your "pretty cool uncle in LA."

I'm getting, like, a
million dollars from the house,

plus, like, another half
a million from the trust fund.

We could do whatever we want.

Oh, my God.

I'm in.

Really?

Yeah, let's get the fuck
outta Shining Vale.

-I'm so happy.
-I might be pregnant.

She had the affair with Frank

because she was depressed,
but now she's happy.

I mean, she's writing
her book again.

She's--she had a party.

It's like she's two
different people.

I suspected
something was wrong

when she canceled
our last session.

She told me you canceled.

It-it was Pat.
I have the voice mail.

Okay, well, I'm gonna
ask you something,

and I need you
to answer me honestly.

Do I have to pay for that?

We have a 72-hour
cancellation policy.

Fuck.
This day keeps getting worse.

This is Patricia Phelps.

When a woman tells you
she is feeling depressed,

listen to her.

Don't just prescribe her
more medicine,

you misogynistic little prick.

We will not be coming in
today or ever.

I'm going to kill us all.

Oh, also we need
more Clonazepam.

That's Pat? That's terrifying.

That... doesn't
even sound like her.

That's why I called for
a three-day psychiatric hold.

What does that mean?

It means she needs to be put

into involuntary care
immediately.

Why is this the first
I'm hearing about this?

-Are you sure?
-Absolutely.

She's a danger to you
and your family.

I'll let you know exactly
when I called it in.

Oh, my God...

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Uh...

My apologies, Terry.
It seems I forgot.

You forgot to call in
a three-day psychiatric hold

on my wife?

It--it's been a very
stressful year for me--

Holy shit!

You are
the worst therapist ever.

Hey, I'm not paying for that
last motherfucking session!

What the fuck, Dad?

You're driving worse
than usual.

Gaynor, I don't have time
for this, okay?

Listen, here's the deal.
Everything's fine.

Okay? We're just gonna be
spending a few days

at my parents' house.
All right?

Wait, Doctor and Dr. Phelps
are gonna let us stay over?

Uh, hope so.

We'll--we'll call them
on the way. Stay here.

I'm not going anywhere
without Roxy.

You made that exceedingly clear
on the drive over.

Everything's fine.

I'm just gonna run over
to the house,

I'm gonna get Roxy,
I'll bring her back.

Everything will be fine.
It's fine.

"Everything's fine"?

Why do you keep saying
it's gonna be fine?

'Cause it is!

Lock the car, don't open
the doors or windows

under any circumstances.

Everything's fine!

Why did you pick me?

I mean, why not Gaynor?

Not that I'm suggesting that.

It's just, I'm way
past my possession years.

'Cause I come alive
in your writing.

Come on,

that chapter with Blake?

That was a real page-turner.

Then why not Claire?
She's half my age.

You could have gone
inside of her

instead of putting her
in a coma.

Sweetheart,
no one writes me like you do.

What is so fucking important
about this book?

By the way, I've read it.
It's not great.

That's because
you don't know how we finish.

Come, let me show you
how it ends.

Roxy?

Roxy?

Roxy!

Terry.

Pat?

♪ ♪

Mom.

You know I'm allergic to eggs,
Mom.

You're not allergic to eggs,
you just don't like them--

Coffee!

Elijah,
you spilled the milk again.

♪ ♪

Roxy!

No, that is you. That's not me.

But we are
the same person, Patricia.

Two strong women driven
to the brink by our families.

There's one tiny difference.

I'm not a psychopath.

Haven't you ever thought
of killing your family?

I'm a mother. Of course I have.

Well, then just take
these pills,

and we can finish
the job together.

Oh, my God.

Rosemary.

I know there's
a mother inside of you

that was angry, who was sad,

that lost her shit.

I get that.
I can relate, I promise you.

And I am so sorry for you,

but I will not kill my family.

I've been trapped
inside this goddamn place

for as long as I can remember.

I need to move on.

You are the only one
who's strong enough

to take over.

You made the deal.
You have no choice.

Fuck you.

I don't think you understand

who you're dealing with.

I don't think you understand
who you'redealing with.

What are you doing?
That's too much.

I'm destroying the vessel.

Oh, Patricia,
that's revolting.

Fucking Joan.

I'm surprisingly bad
at taking pills.

You could've gone out in style,

but instead you're overdosing
like your mother.

You asked me
to slaughter my family.

That's a pretty big
fucking ask.

Okay, well, then, new deal,
because no one likes

to kill their children
or their pets.

But husbands, they're the ones
who hold us back the most.

We still have a window.
Come on, let's use it.

I'm not gonna kill Terry.

Nobody has been more supportive
than that poor guy.

Oh, come on.

That poor guy has been holding
you back your entire career.

Terry didn't give me
writer's block.

Didn't he?

Your pen dried up as soon
as you got married,

along with some other things.

Because I had kids.

Mm-hmm. Which he wanted.

Think about it, Patricia.

As soon as he thought
you were successful,

he tried to fuck his secretary.

She's not his secretary.

He kissed her
and then told me about it.

Let's face it.

The only time you two
got along in this cursed house

was when I was cooking
and cleaning for him.

In fact, right now,

he's trying
to sabotage your new book.

Shut up.

He's on the phone with Kam.

Go on, pick up the extension.

It doesn't work
that way, dumbass.

Patricia.

Patricia...

♪ ♪

Patricia.

We have a lot of work to do,
Patricia.

Hey.

Kam, have you read Pat's book?

Everything but
the ending.

Well, I just read the ending.

Ooh, is it good?

"She chops up
her family with an axe."

Can you send it to me?

You gotta... She-

Listen, you don't understand.

I mean, she is out
of her fucking mind--

Here's Patty.

I'll call you back.

What the fuck is taking
so long?

Can I tell you
something personal?

It's not pervy, is it?

No. Can you just
roll up the window?

I don't want other people
to hear it.

What's going on, bud?

-Oh, my gosh!

Ew! So fucking gross.

You don't hotbox your sister!

-Sorry. I'm bored.

She's back.

Run!

Where are you going?
Dad said not to leave.

Daisy said to run.

I'm not getting
in trouble for you!

Roxy!

So... what'd you
think of the book?

To be totally honest,
I didn't love it.

Hmm.

Hey, we're gonna put
that axe down right now, okay?

And we're gonna sit down
and we're just gonna talk

about this, okay?

Okay.

Holy fuck!

Pat,
that's a load-bearing beam!

Crazy...

Roxy! Where are you?

-Roxy!

Hey sweetie.

What are you doing?

You're gonna get dirty,
and no one likes cleaning you.

What the fuck?

♪ ♪

God...

Mom? Mom!

What is it, sweetie?

Mom?

Remember that girl
from the video game?

She said her name is Daisy.

She used to live here,
but her mom killed her.

Her mom came back,
but Daisy says

there is one way
we can stop her.

-Mom?

Roxy!

Hey, sweetie,
you're on your own.

Where are you going, Terry?

Pat, put down the axe, okay?

I don't want somebody
to get hurt.

I'm not gonna hurt you.

I'm just gonna chop
your legs off.

Right, well,
I think that would hurt.

-Go.
-Hey.

I spoke to Dr. Berg, okay?
And not that it matters,

but he's not gonna charge us
for that missed session.

I think maybe you should
be taken to a hospital.

-So when do you think maybe
-Dammit.

I should go to the hospital?

-As soon as possible.
-"As soon as possible"?

Hey, I know you're high, Pat.
I found the drugs, okay?

Just gonna--we're gonna
get you help. Okay?

I forgive you for everything.
For Blake, everything.

-You forgiveme?
-Goddamn it!

Has it ever occurred to you

what it feels like
to always be forgiven?

I'm guessing by the crazed look
in your eyes, not great.

No, it's not fucking great,
Terry.

You set an impossible standard

for what it means
to be a spouse.

I cheated on you,
and you bought me

a fucking mansion
in Connecticut.

Because I wanted you
to be happy!

I can't be happy!

You can, Pat. We can.

We were happy before.
We can be happy again.

Stop being so patient.
It's exhausting!

I fucked a random guy

in a car that I bought
with your credit card.

Do something!

That's a direct hit.
In fencing, that'd be my point.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

Terry, Terry, I'm so sorry.
That wasn't me.

Terry, please wake up.

Are you fucking kidding me?

Why is my godmother's necklace
buried in the backyard?

And why is Dad dead?

He--he's alive. Gaynor--

Hey, don't you
fucking touch me.

I don't have much time.

I know I haven't been
the best mother--

You've literally been
the worst mother.

Fuck it!

Mom!

♪ ♪

Why do I have to go
to a new school?

It's not fair.

'Cause this is a school
for smart people,

-and you are smart.
-Am I smart?

What? You are amazing!

What if I can't handle it?

Wait a second, Gaynor.

What was that word I heard?
Huh?

"What if I--coconut?"
Is that what I heard? Hmm?

Jake, what did you hear?

"What if I Corn Nut?"
I don't know that word.

We don't know that--do
we know that word, "can't?"

No, we can do anything, guys.
You know why?

I'll tell you why. We--

Are Phelps.
We are Phelps.

We are Phelps.
We are Phelps.

To the beat, Dad.

We are Phelps! We are
Phelps! We are Phelps!

We are Phelps! We are...

Mrs. Phelps. Mrs. Phelps.
Mrs. Phelps.

Mrs. Phelps? Mrs. Phelps?

What's--where am I?

You're in the Shining Vale
psychiatric hospital.

No, I'm not crazy.
There--there's a mistake.

You overdosed
on expired barbiturates.

What? Wait!
Those are my mother's.

There was a ghost.
There's a demon!

Gaynor! Gaynor!

-Tell them I'm not crazy.
-It's okay, Mom.

They're just gonna take care
of you for a little while.

Don't do this to me.
Don't do this to me.

I'm possessed!

I'm not crazy!

Are we gonna be okay?

This can't happen to me.

Yeah. We are Phelps.

Gaynor, I'm not fucking crazy!

Gaynor!

Gaynor.

It's okay.
It's okay.

Don't you touch me!

Don't you touch me!

That's my house.

Hello? That's my house.

♪ Strange affair ♪

Welcome home.

♪ No one seems
to care ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Nothing
but the mystery remains ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Where's the way ♪

♪ Who can say ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Love's ♪

♪ A strange affair ♪

♪ ♪