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[LIGHT MYSTERIOUS AMBIENCE]
ADDISON: So the legend is pretty well known. Bound for safe harbor,
the Viking captain sailed Lake Superior with his only daughter,
sharing with her the many wonders and the legends of the
great lake. But a terrible storm hit and the ship went down. The
little girl was separated from her father, drifting away on a
piece of the ship's debris. The Viking washed up on Encampment
Island, alone and devastated. And the little girl was rescued,
taken in by a native tribe that brought her in as one of their own.
Convinced his daughter was still alive, the Viking rebuilt
his ship.
And with strength and fierce determination, he set out
to find her.
But the years pass by with no sign of his daughter.
[THUNDER RUMBLING]
Mad with grief, the Viking threw his compass into the waters,
destined to forever circle the infinite lake. But the compass
found its way to shore, found its way to his lost daughter.
The lost daughter showed her compass to the Ojibwe mother who
told her it was a sign. Her father was still out there,
still alone, still searching. One day, her dream of being
[TRIUMPHANT MUSIC]
[WAVES CRASHING]
[BELL TOLLS]
[CLASSICAL MUSIC CONTINUES]
[BOAT CLATTERING]
[DOORKNOB CREAKS]
[FLOORBOARD CREAKS]
LYLE: Virginia!
[SEABIRDS SQUAWKING]
[CALM GUITAR MUSIC]
MAN: ¶Played a show in South Dakota, leave 6:00 AM from¶
¶Minnesota, and I was hoping you wanna go. Just pack the bags¶
¶and I'll pack the van. Ain't got no destination, ain't got¶
¶no plan. But where we going, it's halfway to the coast. Now¶
¶with the passing semis left and right, highways lit by the soft¶
¶moonlight and then she sleeps, I drive on through the night¶
¶till the morning when my baby takes the wheel.¶
¶South Dakota, Nebraska, and Cheyenne, Utah, no difference¶
¶between the sky and land--¶
[CLATTERING NOISES]
Is that Mister?
MISTER: Hello. My name is Mister, the wandering robot.
Could I trouble you for a ride?
I follow him on Instagram. People think he's dead
because he hasn't posted in a while.
LYLE: Yeah, well, he's not, so...
MISTER: Not all those who wander are lost.
Can I take him next? -No.
Aren't you supposed to pass him off to other people?
[GUITAR FADES OUT]
[LIGHT TRAFFIC SOUNDS]
Bye.
MISTER: Goodbye and thank you for the lift. I will send you
a postcard from the Windy City.
[ENGINE STALLS]
[EAGLE SOUND]
Dude, you're pitiful.
MISTER: Hello. My name is Mister, the wandering robot.
Could I trouble you for a ride?
You're gonna have to come up with something to talk
about because I am fresh out of ideas.
Would you like to hear a joke?
I know all of your jokes.
Lake Superior. French, Lac-Superieur.
Yeah, I know where we are.
The lake is shared by Canada's Ontario and
the United States-- -Stop. Shut down. Off.
[GUITAR MUSIC]
[ENGINE REVS]
MISTER: The Ojibwe called the lake Gichigami--
LYLE: SHUT UP.
¶TRAVELING THROUGH THE GRAVEYARD WITH A SUITCASE FULL¶
¶OF SPARKS, HONEY I'M JUST TRYING TO FIND MY WAY TO YOU.¶
¶LIT UP EVERY CAMPFIRE I FOUND OUT IN THE DARK¶
¶OH I CUT DOWN ALL THE COTTONWOODS¶
[GUITAR STRUMMING]
¶I PICKED UP ALL THE ARROWHEADS¶
¶OFF THE BUFFALO TRAILS OF THE INDIANS¶
¶THE OKLAHOMA SKY...WAS CUTTING THROUGH¶
¶ALONG THE TRACKS WITH THE RUNAWAY¶
¶HE JUST TALKS AND TALKS AND TALKS¶
¶HONEY I'M JUST TRYING TO FIND MY WAY TO YOU¶
[BIRDS CHIRPING]
This won't take long.
[EMOTIONAL STRINGS MUSIC]
[GATE SQUEAKS OPEN]
[BIRD SQUAWKS]
HILLMAN: Hey, Lyle.
She, um, she died two or three years ago. But she made
it to 31 years old, which is pretty good for a horse, if you
ask me. I think it might have been a tick bite, but the
autopsy was inconclusive.
Which, of course, is a joke.
LYLE: Hillman.
-Oh, you're going up... -Yeah, I'm up top I guess.
Okay.
Oh, Hillman Sterling IV, or V, whichever it was.
Well, still III, believe it or not.
You don't still have a crush on me, do you? 'Cause that was,
like, 15 years ago.
I was finally able to move on. I'm now a married man.
There's no ring on your finger.
Hmm? Oh.
I lost a ton of weight recently.
Oh. Sorry. I didn't mean to--I didn't mean to laugh.
-No, it's okay. You can laugh. -But--but you look good.
-A lot of people did.
You look good. Your wife's a lucky woman.
Yeah.
Do you, do you ever tell her how you used to
spy on me in the shower?
I never did that.
Every summer, you'd come visit and you would take the spoon and
you'd slide it under the bathroom door just hoping to get
a glimpse of naked Lyle.
I happen to drop the spoon.
It just slid under the bathroom door.
You dropped the spoon a lot.
Okay.
The polished stuff like from the dining hall spoon rack.
Okay.
Sorry to hear about your aunt.
Well, she wasn't a very nice woman, but thank you.
You know, I was kind of surprised that she would
mention me.
In the will, yeah. Yeah. I wasn't even in there.
No, I wasn't. All four of you girls were in there, which
is--which is fine, but, legally, we can't open the whole thing
until you're all present.
And where are they?
Brooke and Nakoda should be landing about now.
Still inseparable?
Yeah. Yeah. Sisters from another--
--huh, how does that phrase go?
And Addison?
Well, she told me she'd be here. I'm just waiting to hear back.
I can't hang out all weekend just hoping that she shows up.
I--I've got to be at a job interview on Monday.
No, she'll be here. Just give her a chance.
[SLOW PIANO MUSIC]
MISTER: See you next fall.
BROOKE: Lyle!
Are you kidding me right now? Check this out.
How gross is this?
NAKODA: She would be, right?
Thank you. Hi.
Oh, you're so pretty. Oh!
What?
BROOKE: Larsmont Bluff Home for Girls Education Plus - Live and Learn
in a nurturing place of respect and trust.
¶DOLARHYDE STEPS OUT ON AN OLD¶
Do you remember the song the colonel
used to play before we'd go to bed?
I just remember Moira screaming at him for
keeping us up past bedtime.
He said I was like a daughter once.
Aww, that's because you were his favorite.
Always acting like you were interested in that stupid car.
It's a '55 Packard. I was interested.
You were the favorite because you were the tattletale.
I was not a tattletale. I was responsible.
Spit that out!
I wasn't gonna swallow.
That's disgusting.
BROOKE: You're disgusting.
NAKODA: You're disgusting. BROOKE: You're, disgusting!
[EMOTIONAL STRING MUSIC]
What is it?
Hmm. To Virginia.
To Virginia.
Best little sister we could have asked for.
Meh--I have to pee again.
Where did you get that wine?
From your dead aunt.
Come on, guys.
Loosen up, man. How much stuff do you even have in your butt?
Up my butt you mean, "in my butt" doesn't make any sense.
Did you hear from Addison yet?
Yeah.
Um, she said she's not coming.
BROOKE: Oh. Called it.
Call her again. I'll talk to her.
I tried. Her phone's off.
Can't we just open the will and pretend she was here?
Yeah. Lyle, will let you watch her in the shower.
I will.
No. That--I can't do that.
Watch her in the shower, since when?
Tomorrow morning, we can call Addison and see if--
I don't have until tomorrow morning.
Well, I don't know what to tell you, unless you wanna drive up
there and drag her back here yourself.
BROOKE: Remember when Addison lit your Barbie house on fire?
It wasn't a Barbie house. It wafort.
Why was there doll furniture in it?
The soldiers needed somewhere to sit.
You're such a freak.
So why don't we just go up there and get her then?
I'm not gonna drive all the way up there just so
she can say no to our faces.
Yeah, and I'm pregnant, and I don't want to.
Does anybody have her address?
She just said she was working late at some tavern up there.
Well, there's only one tavern in Grand Marais,
so I guess I'm going.
[FART]
Was that--
did one of you just--
--did one of you just pass gas?
[GUITAR MUSIC]
BROOKE: Go away now.
NAKODA: You're so mean to him.
You sure you're good?
Nothing like going home, I guess.
What are you guys gonna do?
Tear the house apart and find those lights.
Brooke still thinks they exist.
-Lights? -Moira's Christmas lights?
She said we never earned them, remember?
Oh, yeah. We were always the darkest house on Christmas Eve.
Well, Virginia said she saw them once.
Yeah, she was lucky like that.
What the heck, Lyle! Does your suitcase have little hands?
All right, Mister. GPS.
[ENGINE REVS]
Mister?
Hey, wake up.
MISTER: [BEEPS] GPS. Where are we off to?
Grand Marais, Minnesota.
MISTER: Searching for "Grand Marais, Michigan."
Grand Marais, Minnesota.
MISTER: Searching for "Do worms have eyes?"
Grand Marais, Minnesota.
MISTER: GPS. Where are we off to?
Off.
[BEEP]
[INDISTINCT CROWD CHATTER]
[FOLK MUSIC]
¶SAILED ON A SHIP SO FAR AWAY¶
¶ACROSS THE NORTH ATLANTIC SEA¶
¶CRASHED ON THE ROCKS OF MISERY¶
¶I THOUGHT NO ONE WOULD FIND ME¶
[HORN SOUND ECHOES]
¶I FOUGHT FOR LIGHT ON LONDON STREETS¶
HUNTER: Addison?
Baby, what are you doing?
¶ACROSS THE SKY YOU FLEW¶
HUNTER: Hey, wait. What--where are you going?
¶I'LL SEE YOU SOON¶
Hi.
Addison! Can we just talk?
Shh!
Have you guys seen--well, I'm just looking for my fiancee.
ALL: Shh!
Sorry. Sorry.
HUNTER: Addison!
I'm sorry. Thank you.
[EMOTIONAL PIANO MUSIC]
[BELL TOLLING]
[DOOR CREAKS]
[WOOD CREAKING]
[ELECTRICITY ZAPPING]
[MUSIC BECOMES OMINOUS]
[BOAT CREAKS]
[SCARY MUSIC CUE]
[ATMOSPHERIC MUSIC]
CAPT. DARTER: Thought we weren't doing this anymore, Addi.
Am I fired yet?
I can't fire you. It's the last cruise of the season.
It's probably our last season too.
How much time do I have?
You might wanna get cleaned up.
[AIRPLANE ENGINE WHIRRING]
ADDISON: Instead of the traditional bottle of champagne, the crew of
the Adella Shores used a bottle of lake water to christen the
ship, which any true seafarer knows is considered extremely
bad luck. Twenty-one crew members went missing, never to
be seen again because Lake Superior, as they say, she never
gives up her dead. Show of hands how many of us have seen one of
the local legends like Mishipeshu, the underwater
panther? I once felt her go right by this very ship. Almost
sunk us as she glided by. Or how about the wendigo of the woods?
He is the scariest with his gnarled antlers and yellowed
fangs. -I saw the Viking.
What? What was that?
GIRL'S MOTHER: She saw the Viking of Encampment Islands
sailing out on the lake this morning.
You, you saw the Viking of Encampment Islands,is
that--that's what you said?
He was looking for his lost daughter.
Oh, okay. Um, right. Let's talk about the Viking.
This is actually a first. I have worked this stupid job for five
summers now and I have not once heard that. Since we're cutting
funding and this is the Johnny Darter's last voyage before
she's sold for firewood and never seen again. I'm just gonna
set the record straight so nobody goes home disappointed.
There is no wendigo monster. Mishipeshu never bumped into
this boat because she doesn't exist. They're just knock-offs
of Bigfoot and the Loch Ness monster. Oh, and for the Phantom
Fleet, I lived here my whole life and I have yet to see one
ghost ship, but you never know, I guess. Blind faith is an
amazing thing.
Did I answer your question?
Come to think of it, you didn't ask me one, did you?
Right. And for the record, the Adella Shores didn't vanish in
Minnesota, it cast off from Wisconsin and sank in Michigan.
You can see your captain for refunds.
Am I fired now?
[FOLK MUSIC]
¶ALL THE TABLES NICE AND CLEAN. EVERYONE'S ASLEEP¶
¶ON THE GRAVEYARD SHIFT AGAIN SELLING GASOLINE¶
¶THERE'S AN OLD FOLK SONG ON THE RADIO SOUNDING¶
¶THIN AND DARK AND HAUNTED¶
¶THERE'S A BAG OF WEED IN THE BACK BENEATH THE BOOKS¶
¶AND SHE CAN'T STAND THE SIGHT OF THIS CUL-DE-SAC¶
¶LIKE AN OLD--¶
TROY: Hello?
It's just me, Troy.
TROY: Thought you didn't work till tomorrow?
Just grabbing my earthquake kit.
¶YEAH, SHE PICTURES UP DIFFERENT DAYS¶
¶DRIVING WEST TO EAST LA AND THERE AIN'T NO SIGN¶
¶OF A DIME BUT HEY, ANYONE CAN DREAM¶
¶AND ALL THE COLLEGE GIRLS COME IN WHEN THE BARS¶
¶LET OUT AND THEY'RE HUNGRY, MAKING SUCH A MESS¶
¶EVELYN JUST TALKS TRASH AS SHE'S SWEEPING UP¶
[SEAGULLS SQUAWKING]
Virginia license plate.
Yeah, bought it off a guy in Wyoming.
Why are you in Grand Marais?
MISTER: Grand Marais is a city in Cook County, Minnesota,
United States. Population 1,339--
LYLE: Shut down.
Does he have a name?
LYLE: Mister. Before you say, "Mister what," it's just Mister.
MISTER: [BEEPS] Hello. My name is Mister.
-Off. -You sleep in your car last night?
Yes, I slept in my car, Addison. You weren't answering your phone
and all the hotels are booked up because of this stupid festival.
Why didn't you answer your phone? I called you like a
thousand times. -I lost it.
Why did you make me drive all the way up here, Addison?
Everybody's waiting for you back at Larsmont,
so they can open the will and get on with their normal lives.
I'm not having this conversation with you in front of the
world's best doughnuts.
They are the world's best doughnuts.
Do you remember that time that you asked what sex was, and then
I shoved my finger in a jelly donut?
Yeah. I didn't have sex until I was 24 years old because of
that. Thank you very much. Quit trying to change the subject.
All right. They're about to open. You wanna go inside?
No, I wanna have this conversation out here. Right
now. In front of everybody. You know why? Because I don't care
if I'm making a scene. Sound familiar? Yeah, that was me,
just doing an impression of you, because we always had to stop
and listen to one of Addison's problems. Well, guess what,
you're gonna stop, and you're gonna listen to one of my
problems now-- -All right, I'm leaving. Bye.
MISTER: Goodbye and thank you for the lift.
I will send you a postcard from--
Off!
[BEEPS]
[LIGHT BEEPING AND LIGHT CHATTER]
See that old guy over there? I have seen a lot of things in my
life, but there's nothing more disgusting than watching an old
person eat a donut.
Are you gonna go with me or not?
What if she's leaving you money?
So.
Didn't you just get fired?
Yes. I have all my other jobs.
Oh, so you're good then?
Uh-hmm. I said I'll never go back there.
Quit being dramatic. That was 15 years ago.
That's supposed to make it easier?
Yeah, you move on with your life.
How have you moved on with your life, Lyle? Well, this looks
like to me that you're living out of a car with a robot.
Well, you're holding everybody hostage because you're too
scared to go back. Nobody wants to be there, at least of all me.
Least of all you. Wow.
You weren't even there.
So that's it then?
Yup. Tell the girls I said hi.
What kind of donut is that?
Jelly.
[LIGHT CROWD CLATTER]
[HOPEFUL GUITAR MUSIC]
[ENGINE STALLING OUT]
¶I'M A SHOT OF ALCOHOL FOR YOU¶
¶THE SCARY MONSTERS IN YOUR DREAM¶
¶A CIGARETTE LIGHTER WHEN YOU'RE BLUE¶
¶I'M THE BROKEN GUITAR YOU THREW AWAY¶
¶THE PRETTY SONG YOU NEVER MADE¶
¶I'M THE LAST STEP OF YOUR RUSE¶
ADDISON: You're following me now?
Mind your own business.
Burke, I'm taking my 10.
BURKE: But you just--
I said I'm taking my 10.
¶PLAYFUL MUSIC¶
I came in here for lunch once with, uh, Franny Civitano's
parents back in like third or fourth grade. And your dad was
sitting right where you are, drunk as hell, and he whispered
something into your ear, and then handed you his Twins cap.
Do you remember that hat?
I can still smell it.
And then, he started walking around the whole bar, going
table to table, asking for spare change. I hid in the bathroom
because I didn't want you to know that I saw you.
I knew you saw me. Thanks for reminding me of one of the most
embarrassing moments of my life. You're a really great waitress.
Has anybody ever told you that?
What if we went right now?
It doesn't matter, I'm gonna miss my interview anyway.
Interview for what?
A job. A real desk, a real paycheck.
I even get dental. I mean, I'm 25 years old.
I can't write a travel blog forever.
Travel blog? That's cool. Also, you're 26.
Twenty-six years old, and I don't even know what a W2 is.
I mean, what is it? Is it an oil? Is it a bomb?
Okay. Listen. We drive to Larsmont, open the will, drive
back, would you get to your interview by then?
My car won't start.
Just use my fiancé's car.
You're engaged?
Yeah. Well, as of last night? No.
What's with the tone? I can be engaged.
Clearly.
[BANJO FOLK MUSIC]
He was supposed to be home today. Alright, we're just gonna
have to distract him while I get the keys.
How is this not stealing?
It's not stealing. I just don't feel
like seeing him right now.
Why did you break up with him?
Well, I--he never gets mad at anything. He drinks coconut
water, he makes me go jogging with him. Also he builds these
tiny boats.
Like, model boats?
Yup.
What's wrong with that? A lot of people do that.
Yeah, but he builds real boats for a living, like big boats.
How are you gonna build big boats all day and then come back
home, and build little tiny boats?
Also, I'm not attracted to him.
[DISTANT BOAT HORN]
Hello? Oh.
Can I help you?
Is Addison here?
Uh, she's not.
Oh, do you, um--do you know where she might be?
I don't, unfortunately. She never came home last night. Uh,
you can check her work, but I've already--I'm sorry have, um,
have we met?
Us? No. I, I would've remembered that.
So is that your boat?
Yup. Yeah, that's my boat.
I don't really know much about boats, you know. I, I don't
really like them. They, they frighten me. Like, I
guess I like them better than airplanes, you know, oh, and
elevators. I guess, I just don't really like anything that has
the potential to plummet.
HUNTER: How do you know Addison?
We went to school together.
Oh, did you go to Cook County?
[KEYS CLANKING] Um, this place down in Larsmont.
Oh, you were at the foster home?
Uh, well, it wasn't really a foster home, technically.
I mean, they weren't our foster parents. It was--it was a
structural reformation environment.
Judge's words, not mine.
Right.
[TABLE THUDS]
Um, so you, you sail, do you?
Uh, I'm sorry?
You, you--do you sail, uh, you sailed...
-Um... -...boats.
...you're talking about my boat, that's actually,
um--it's a speedboat.
Well, what's the difference?
One has sails.
I see.
Yeah. That one is when I was actually refurbishing for our
honeymoon, but when I told her about my plans for the boat,
she just freaked out on me.
LYLE: Well, yeah, it's a maturity thing with Addison.
Honestly, it always has been.
Guess I'm just worried that she's gonna do something stupid,
not like, you know, I think she's a danger to herself
stupid, but she's just unpredictable.
I could see why you'd say that.
[DRUM CLATTERING]
So, wow, you're so tall. What is that like? Where are you
speeding off to, like, uh, sailing. Where are you sailing?
Where are you speeding to?
HUNTER: We're just gonna hit some lakeside resorts,
couple in Canada.
LYLE: My dad was a Canuckaphobe.
HUNTER: I have some stuff that I...
[GARAGE DOOR CLOSING]
...oh, man.
Oh. Oh, sure, no, no, it's fine. Yeah.
It was nice to, to meet you, though.
Yeah, you--I mean, good luck.
Oh, you, you too.
Hey, come on. I got your stupid robot, let's go. Come on.
[ENGINE REVVING]
I don't wanna talk about it.
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
Mister, traffic report.
MISTER: Searching Child Support.
Traffic report.
It'll clear up in a second.
MISTER: Searching criminal court.
Traffic report.
MISTER: Genital wart.
LYLE: Stupid robot.
Okay. So how does this thing work? You just like ask it
questions and it answers, or...will I die young?
It's not a Magic 8-Ball, idiot.
Aw, so it can't tell me if you're a lesbian or not?
That's a shame.
It's got preloaded responses, you know, travel info, things,
and cities and states, popular landmarks.
Mister, um, look up Larsmont Bluff.
No, he's not gonna know what that is.
ADDISON: Larsmont's a landmark.
MISTER: Searching Larsmont Bluff.
See?
Larsmont Bluff was a historic horse farm on Minnesota's Lake
Superior coastline. The property fell into disrepair during the
second half of the 20th Century, under an agreement with the
State Department of Human and Juvenile Services, the
foundation opened a home and school for female minor
offenders, between the ages of eight and seventeen from
troubled families.
That's us.
The charter of the home was to provide educational,
counseling, and vocational training to girls who have been
deemed ordered by the court to be temporarily removed from
their homes, so as to provide them with a safe,
stable environment of learnin--
Okay. Ask him something else please.
MISTER: The state shut down
Larsmont Bluff following the disappearance and presumed
drowning in 2003 of a nine-year-old girl--
All right, Mister, off.
--who was the youngest of the five girls living in the
home at the time. Investigations into the incident led to other
legal claims of improper licensing. While the--
LYLE: Mister, off, shut down!
--Larsmont Bluff was closed as a state
sanctioned fac-- -OFF!
[MISTER BEEPS]
[SAD ORCHESTRAL MUSIC]
¶I'VE NEVER BEEN A CAPTAIN, ALWAYS BEEN A SAILOR¶
You still write poems?
Yeah. I've got about a hundred.
I was thinking of getting some of them published.
Like, self-published or...
Whatever, you used to love my poems.
"Lyle, read me the one about the island."
Read me one.
Nope.
Fine. I have one about you. About how you used to wet the
bed till you're 12. Little Leaky Lyle was busy counting sheep.
Little Leaky Lyle went pee-pee in her sleep.
What?
Nakoda sent a picture that I've forgotten about.
Let me see.
ADDISON: You look cheery.
LYLE: My dad was supposed to pick me up that day.
We were gonna go fishing.
Ah, one of our, uh, visitation weekends.
Yeah, but he never showed. Moira just sat there with me, she
didn't say anything. It's like three hours or something.
Can you--can you pull over just as second?
Why?
Just--I don't know, right up here.
[FOLK MUSIC CONTINUES]
[OCEAN SOUNDS]
[WIND GUSHING]
ADDISON: I only followed you out here because
I've seen people do it in movies.
LYLE: I just needed some air.
ADDISON: It always seemed like an overused set up for a scene but.
Here we are, I guess.
Where are you going? You can't walk anywhere.
LYLE: Is this just a joke to you?
ADDISON: What are you so upset about? Stop pretending like you
liked that woman, Lyle. She was a freaking nightmare.
Yeah, she was a nightmare, but she was the closest thing we had
to a mother. That might not mean anything to you, but it means
something to me, so am I allowed to be upset--
is that okay with you?
Where'd you get those?
From the car.
I'm not eating car cookies.
ADDISON: Fine.
LYLE: These taste funny.
ADDISON: Tastes pretty good to me.
¶PSYCHEDELIC AMBIENT MUSIC¶
[STRANGE SOUNDS]
[TIRE SCREECHING]
[BELL RINGS]
[HORSE NEIGHS]
Uh, am I seeing police lights?
[SIRENS WAILING]
Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. Okay. Uh, we're getting
pulled over so just, like, just stop doing whatever you're
doing, all of it, stop doing it.
I think we did something really illegal.
Can you just grab my bag for me?
My wig is in my bag and I need my bag right now.
I mean, are you sure that things were like laced with something?
Am I using that word right? Laced? Laced?
Bag. Bag.
Oh, yeah, got it. What am I doing?
The wig, the wig, the wig, the wig.
This thing?
Yes. Thank you. Just take the wheel.
Take the wheel. Okay. I just...
I ordered the wig online after I confiscated an underage age
girl's ID at the tavern. She was blonde, and, uh, works every
time I drive without a license.
Why didn't you just get your own license?
Just get off. Oh, okay. Here we go. Here we.
Lyle, just, just pretend to be sleeping, okay?
Uh-hmm.
That's not how you sleep.
-Drugs. -Don't say anything about drugs.
Blood?
Don't say anything about blood either.
OFFICER: Hi, how you folks doing this afternoon?
I must have been looking at the kilometers. It's just so
confusing, being so close to Canada and all.
Come again?
Uh, we're fine. How are you today?
Oh, great, you know, uh, glad the festival is finally wrapping
up. That sure has kept us busy. And I was hoping we'd get a
little bit more warm weather, but, you know,
the weather is gonna do what she's gonna do.
Anyway, you're probably wondering why I pulled you over,
and, uh, I really hate to inconvenience you folks, but it
looks like you might have a broken taillight back there.
Yeah, we're going to get that fixed.
Okay. Great, no problem. Just due diligence.
-Yeah. -Just gonna need to take a quick
peek at your license and registration, if you don't mind.
Yes. Yeah, yes.
OFFICER: And if you could actually just shut off the car
first, that'd be great.
Okay. And registration.
Lyle...
Hmm?
-...glove compartment. -Glove department.
She's always like that.
Yup, I'm gonna go run this real quick.
Okay. Okay. Oh, so don't be mad at me, okay?
But this, this is not Hunter's car.
Whose car is it?
It's his pot dealers. He's just watching it for him.
There's more drugs in here? Like, how much more drugs?
Like, in ounces or...
Oh, we're going to prison.
We should probably run.
Why did you make me smoke those cookies, Addison?
My hands look like a feet.
Run on all fours then, we'll just lose him in the trees.
[FAST-PACED CHASE MUSIC]
ADDISON: Leave the robot.
POLICE OFFICER: Hey, no, get back in the car, please.
MISTER: The world is a book, and those who do not travel,
read only a page.
POLICE OFFICER: You don't wanna do that.
I sure appreciate it if you would just stop.
LYLE: Shit.
MISTER: Have I said something to offend you? Ouch.
LYLE: Wait. Mister lost a foot. Oh.
[SOUNDS OF NATURE, WATER RUNNING]
[GROANING SOUND]
ADDISON: Shut up.
LYLE: How long are these drugs gonna last?
ADDISON: Just try not to think about it. Where's your phone?
Call Hillman.
LYLE: I left it in the car.
That's convenient for the plot.
Where are we going?
MISTER: Tettegouche State Park is a Minnesota state park on
the north shore of the... -Off.
I told you to leave that thing behind.
Leave you behind.
What?
[NOISE IS HEARD]
ADDISON: What is that?
Is that the police?
[OMINOUS MUSIC]
[NATURE SOUNDS ARE HEARD]
LYLE: What is this place?
MISTER: I have a bad feeling about this.
[CROWS SQUAWK]
[DOOR CREAKS CLOSE]
ADDISON: Hello?
[SCARY MUSIC HIT]
LYLE: That's normal.
ADDISON: Okay. Food.
[OMINOUS MUSIC]
LYLE: How long have we been sitting here?
ADDISON: I don't know.
What are you?
[OMINOUS MUSIC SWELLS]
[MISTER BEEPS]
[DOOR CREAKS OPEN]
LYLE: Addison?
[FOOTSTEPS THUDDING]
WENDIGO: [SNARLING]
[FLUID GUSHING MIXED WITH SNARLS]
[TOILET FLUSHES]
LYLE: Addison. Addison.
it's not real, tell me it's not real, tell me it's not real.
Shh, shh. Shut up.
WENDIGO: [SNARLING]
[PIANO PLAYS]
LYLE: Nope, nope.
ADDISON: Nope, nope, nope, nope, nope, nope, nope, nope, nope, nope.
WENDIGO: [GROWLS]
[WATERFALL GUSHING]
ADDISON: It's gonna get dark soon. We should head back up to the
highway, near Palisade Head. Catch a ride.
The same highway where they're gonna be looking for two
fugitives and a robot?
EHAWEE: Hi, there. You guys look a little lost.
MISTER: Hello, my name is Mister.
LYLE: Off. [MISTER BEEPS]
We're just trying to get to the highway.
Can you just guide us across the river?
Why do you have to say it like that?
Like what?
Like, we're playing Oregon Trail. Why don't we just caulk
off the wagon and float it across?
The path's right here. It's pretty obvious. My friends are
over there, fixing a wagon wheel, and once it's done, we
can probably take you where you need to go.
See? There is a wagon.
[UPBEAT FOLK MUSIC]
[BIRDS SING]
EHAWEE: Hey, Gabriel. Gabriel.
GABRIEL: What? Oh! Friends. What, what a pleasant surprise.
EHAWEE: Gabriel, this is Lyle and Addison.
Lyle and Addison, this is Gabriel.
LYLE: Uh, what is this thing?
GABRIEL: Oh, this, my dears
is The Terrificarium, founded in 2003 by the North Thespian
Academy, we're entirely equine-powered extravaganza, a
theater on wheels if you will.
Although I may appear to be the great spirit of Naniboujou, I
assure you, I am but a humble actor. I see you already met
Ehawee, and over yonder on the wagon wheel is Dick.
DICK: What up?
ADDISON: Were you in Grand Marais the other night?
Oh, you saw the performance.
ADDISON: No.No.
LYLE: Well, what kind of shows do you put on?
Variety. Really, anything from Vaudeville to puppets to magic.
And you get paid for this?
It's--it's not about the money.
Yeah, I hope not.
We were just discussing whether or not to have a dress rehearsal
for our new show. Perhaps, we can titillate you with a glass
of Boysenberry Mead and a sneak peak performance?
I, uh, I fixed the wagon wheel
about 10 minutes ago. We can go.
We have guests, Dick.
We got to go anyway, so...
No, I wanna see the show.
So, this is your troupe?
Troupe.Troupe! Get up.
WENDIGO: Hey, I found my wallet?
Didn't I see you two back at camp?
[TRIBAL DRUM MUSIC]
ADDISON: This is so strange.
[BELL RINGS]
MAN: Stall, stall!
Hmm.
[DIDGERIDOO MUSIC]
LYLE: Wohoo.
[HOPEFUL MUSIC]
We can take you as far as Silver Bay, but then, we must head
west, I'm afraid. Are you sure you're
gonna be all right from there?
Yeah. Thank you so much for the show.
Oh, it was our pleasure.
Constructive criticism, though.
Addison.
What? Why do you always think I'm going to say something
horrible? Uh, the, the Ojibwe were guys
and the Sioux was a woman?
GABRIEL: Exactly.
Yeah, the, the White Man didn't torture the Ojibwe Warrior, they
earned his trust and got him drunk, and then he gave the
location of the mine.
I didn't realize you were able to interpret
the performance so accurately.
And since we're doing notes, but Nanabijou didn't find
a gold mine. It was a silver mine.
Uh, and they never actually gave up the location of the mine. Um,
that's why a Sioux warrior had to go undercover at the Ojibwe
camp. But the story was pretty funny.
-Funny. -Uh, except that the Sioux
dudette didn't, um, drown with the White Man.
-She just went crazy. -Hmm.
Was there any part of the story that we did right?
Oh, the tone.
The overall tone.
May I ask how you're so familiar with these legends?
We had a friend. She used to tell them to us every night.
Knew them all like the back of her hand,
believed in all of them, too.
Sounds like you had a very wise friend. What was her name?
God bye ye, and farewell.
Good bye and thank you for the lift.
I will send you a post card from the city of Angels.
We can walk from here.
To Larsmont? I don't think so.
To my mother's house.
Your mother lives in Silver Bay?
Yup. She, uh, turned over a new leaf, she likes to say.
How long has she been out of rehab?
She got her one year chip the summer
I aged out of the foster program.
That's convenient.
Yeah. Anyway, uh, she won't be there. She goes down to Leech
Lake to avoid the festival, so we can borrow her car.
Whiskey.
When's the last time you saw her?
About six months ago. After Hunter and I got engaged, she
thought it would be a good idea for them to meet first to, uh,
mend the fences. Hmm?
Uh-uh.
Hey, what do you think is more annoying? People with co-exist
bumper stickers or people who say "At the end of the day" in
every sentence? I mean, at the end of the day
I'm all about co-existing, but...
You still have that.
What?
Your necklace.
Yeah, why wouldn't I?
You're gonna make yourself sick.
Clearly, you don't know me very well.
Oh, I think I have alcohol poisoning.
Quit being dramatic, just make yourself throw up.
I can't! You know I can't.
Why?
'Cause I'm scared. Whatever.
Still.
Okay.
Okay what?
Hold your hair back.
No. Oh, no, no.
Okay. On the count of three. You ready?
Hmm.
One, two...
[VOMITING AND COUGHING]
Got it? Okay. You're okay.
Uh-hmm.
We'll run you a shower. It's already 10:00, we've got to
get back to Larsmont, so if you wanted to--
ADDISON: [VOMITS]
LYLE: God.
[SLOW PIANO MUSIC]
[WASHER BEEPING]
[WASHER BUZZES]
BILL: Hello.
LYLE: Hi.
SUZETTE: Lyle? Is that you?
[SYMPHONIC MUSIC]
[DINNER PARTY MUSIC]
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
Hey.
Addie, you would have loved Sandy's gallery opening tonight.
Addie is an amateur photographer herself, or at least she used to
be. I don't know what she's up to anymore. She never visits her
mother even though she's right down the road. And since when
did you start sneaking into my house young lady?
I just came to borrow the car for the night.
It's always, "Mom, can I borrow this? Mom can I borrow that?"
I don't think I've ever said any of those things.
You're not borrowing anything until you've had a drink with
your mother. Mine's grape juice, Addie, don't think I don't see
the look you're giving me.
You know, you don't have to keep driving home
the whole mother-daughter thing. Everyone in the room
is well-aware of our situation.
Well, she has her father's good looks.
Lyle, I don't know if she told you but I've turned
over a new leaf, so to say.
Ugh, this wine is really bad.
Last I heard, you were in, um, California or something?
Yeah, I was but--then I have--
No, pookie, will you please go get that present for Addison,
it's in the hall closet and it's right behind my...
I know where it is.
I would have mailed it to her for her birthday
but you know how things go.
I don't want a present.
You know what, it's just a little something that was
recommended by a friend. It was you Kathy, wasn't it?
Come on. Just open it.
Sincerely, Salads. A salad cook book for your brand new look.
Well, I know it's done wonders for me.
And Kathy, you used to be a house, didn't you?
I don't even know what to say.
You're welcome, dear.
What's wrong with this cheese balls?
Oh, no, no, no, they're, um, chevre truffles it's, um, it's,
uh, it's onion, herbs,
almonds, and a little touch of paprika.
Paprika!
Bill and I have taken a French cuisine.
It's an online course mostly. Once a month, we're able to, uh,
demonstrate our, uh, culinary progress in a class led by the
great chef, uh, Andre Le Faux
Hmm, he used to be a chef in Europe.
Le Faux.
Uh, your mom tells me your moving down to Minneapolis. I
actually know a couple of people who move there from Munger.
I'm sorry, who are you again?
I'm Bill.
Yeah, they're actually pretty good, chev, you said chevro?
Uh, uh, truffles, honey. Addison, I've told you about
Bill. We've been dating off and on for over a year now.
Wow. Congratulations.
Off and on?
No, Bill, I'm not moving to Minneapolis.
My fiancé and I broke it off last night.
What? What did you do?
Really?
No, no, no, I thought that Hunter had gotten a new job in
the city and didn't you put a down payment on a town house?
Yeah. Yeah, he, he did. He got a new job, he put down a down
payment. I, I live and work in Grand Marais.
Grand Marais represent.
What are you going to do to for money? I mean, you can't just
work minimum wage jobs your whole life.
Why not? You haven't worked a day in your life and--I mean,
you're doing pretty well. By the way, I really like your new
hardwood floors. Who paid for those?
Ugh, what? So, you're just gonna go on welfare?
I was thinking I could sell my engagement ring but then I
thought, "Even I'm not that cold." I have--I have this
necklace I could sell. I mean, it could be worth something.
It's iron oar so, it might not be but, you know what, a little
dead girl gave it to me. So, that could be worth something.
You would have liked Virginia, mom. But you never came to visit
me at Larsmont, did you?
Larsmont Bluff, it's a home for
neglected children. Mother, she used to be a bit of an addict.
And if you look close enough you can still make out the
track marks.
That's enough, Addison.
I'm not done selling stuff yet. Like, how about this vintage
shirt, this might be worth something, right? Maybe this
one, too. I don't know but--oh, but this, this is--this is just
a scratch, right, mom? I mean, I got it when I was eight, I, I
barely even remember it. This was done to me by one of
mother's boyfriends. He gave this to me because he suspected
her of cheating. She didn't fess up about it until he shoved the
scissors half an inch into my chest,
might wanna put the cheese knife down, Bill,
you're making everybody nervous.
[WASHER BUZZES]
LYLE: My clothes are dry.
ADDISON : Okay. It's been great, mom.
Guessing we can't borrow the car anymore. Lyle.
Yup. -Oh, and you're doing a really
great work. Keep it up.
Thanks for the cheese balls.
[CRICKETS CHIRPING]
LYLE: How'd that feel?
BILL: You forgot this.
Thank you.
Uh, tell you what, you girls go ahead
and take my two-seater, we won't be needing it anymore.
Your two-seater what?
I surprised your mother with a, uh tandem bicycle last month. I
thought she'd enjoyed the bonding experience, but it seems
some women just prefer to ride alone.
There are so many questions I have for you, Bill.
Oh. Anything in particular?
No. Yeah.
No. Yeah, I don't, but thank you.
Look, the bike's over here. Why don't we go get it and have--
you girls get on your way.
Right.
[80'S UPTEMPO POP PLAYS]
[MUSIC CONTINUES]
Put the chain back on.
You put the chain back on.
[EAGLE SCREECHES]
[LIGHT AMBIENT MUSIC PLAYS]
[FIREWORKS EXPLODING]
Do you hear that?
Yeah. Where is it coming from?
Split Rock Lighthouse is a lighthouse located on the North
shore of Lake Superior near Silver Bay.
[UPBEAT TECHNO MUSIC PLAYS]
Looks a bit different than in our first grade field trip, eh?
DARLA: Addison?
ADDISON: I hate this girl. Darla, hey.
Oh. What are you doing here?
Hanging out.
Yeah, yeah. You want a drink?
You literally just threw up.
I know, but we should just mingle, you know, and get us a
ride back.
I don't want to mingle.
Come on. How can you not dance to this?
I don't know how to dance.
You just take a normal activity and then exaggerate it,
you know, like, like fishing. Just. Throw. And reel it in.
I'm gonna go clean Mister up in the bathroom.
All right, you do that.
¶MUSIC CONTINUES¶
Was that my CPU malfunctioning or did I feel a spark between
us?
I can't do this. I've had a hundred possibilities of
dropping you off with somebody better, somebody safe like a
family or another traveler.
I mean, those Mormon twins at Salt
Lake City, they, they really wanted you but they were
just weird.
What's the point of being a wandering robot if I don't
even let you do that?
I've just been bringing you down with me, and I'm sorry.
[TOILET FLUSH]
It's just that--
You didn't wash your hands.
Would you like to hear a joke?
Yeah.
Why was six afraid of seven?
Because seven, eight, nine?
Because seven was a robot.
HOST: The steamer vanished November twenty-first, nineteen oh two.
Freak gales that seemingly came out of nowhere.
Egotistical mariners who challenged the Great Lake.
Compasses that spun in the wrong direction because of
the magnetic charge the of tons of iron ore cargo. But an equal
number of these events cannot be so easily archived.
...the Bermuda Triangle. Atlantis. Loch Ness.
Native Americans worship these waters, and the rich forested
lands along the Western coastline. Lands that still hold
intrigue and folklore of their own. The Viking of Encampment
Island is--[STATIC] Dolarhyde. Steps out on--[STATIC]
MARCIE: You wanna see how this thing works? The compass points north,
of course, but the Iron Ore carries a magnetic charge that
would confuse the compasses and send the ships crashing into the
rocks, so they built a lighthouse.
How do you know Addison?
I saw you two coming in together.
We know each other from a long time ago.
Oh, yeah? From Grand Marais?
Yeah. There and another place that's not too far from here.
Hmm, were you at the disciplinary school?
Well, technically, it wasn't a school, I mean, it--
there weren't any teachers. It was more of a structural
reformation environment. I'm sorry, do you...
Oh, my God. Are you Lyle?
I feel like I'm meeting a celebrity.
Addie talked about you all the time.
She did?
Well, I'm glad you followed Addie there.
Can't imagine that girl being left on her own.
I didn't follow her there, I mean, I was sent by a judge.
Right.
What?
Nah, it's just--well, Addie said that you never gotten in trouble
until the day she was sent away, and then, you threw a rock
through a police station window.
Exposition.
Huh?
Nothing. How do you know Addison?
Oh, we used to date.
-Huh? -Yeah, for like a year.
I think it was too boring for her, you know Addison.
Yeah.
[POPPY DANCE MUSIC PLAYS]
¶FIRE YOU'RE SEEING IN YOUR SLEEP¶
¶FLAMES ARE EXTRA FEAT¶
¶DOWN WITH THE FEVER¶
Where's Addison?
-What? -Have you seen Addison?
She's having a dance off with Rhubarbara.
With what?
Rhubarbra.
¶SHOCK, ELECTRICITY, BABY¶
¶OH, CAN YOU FEEL IT? GETTING RECKLESS WITH THE LIGHTS OUT¶
¶WE'RE GONNA BURN THE HOUSE DOWN¶
¶EYES WIDE OPEN BUT YOU STILL CAN'T SEE¶
¶YOU'VE GOT YOUR HEAD ABOVE WATER¶
¶BUT YOU'RE STRUGGLING TO BREATHE¶
¶IN THE DEAD OF NIGHT WALKING, SHE'S IN FOR THE KILL¶
¶NEVER HAVE TO WORRY WHEN YOU'VE BEEN THROUGH HELL¶
¶IT'S THE WATER, THE STEAMY HOT TO YOUR TEETH¶
¶A MILLION WASTED YEARS TO CRY IN A RIVER¶
¶HOPELESS DEFENSES KEEP YOU DROWNING IN THE--¶
Can you watch my robot?
¶SHOCK, ELECTRICITY BABY¶
¶OH, CAN YOU FEEL IT? GETTING RESTLESS WITH THE LIGHTS OUT¶
¶ILL GO PUT YOUR POWER OUT¶
¶SHOCK, ELECTRICITY BABY. OH, CAN YOU FEEL IT?
¶SHOCK! GETTING RECKLESS WITH THE LIGHTS OUT¶
¶I'LL GO PUT YOUR POWER OUT¶
¶EYES WIDE OPEN BUT YOU STILL CAN'T SEE¶
¶YOU'VE GOT YOUR HEAD ABOVE THE WATER¶
¶BUT YOU'RE STARTING TO BREATHE¶
¶IN THE DEAD OF NIGHT WALKING, STREET LIGHTS TALKING¶
¶LIVING IN THE GHOST OF BABY!¶
¶SHOCK, ELECTRICITY BABY!¶
¶OH, CAN'T YOU FEEL IT? SHOCK, ELECTRICITY BABY!¶
[MUSIC BECOMES MUDDLED]
¶MELANCHOLY PIANO MUSIC TAKES OVER¶
[FIREWORKS EXPLODE]
What are you thinking about?
Nothing.
You know, it's a bad dialogue if you keep saying everything...
It's just stupid. I have a thing for gas stations.
Ah, the smell of gas. Yeah, I totally get that.
Ew, no. Gross. With my travel blog, the pay is bad and hardly
anybody reads it, but when I'm on the road and I run out of
gas, it forces me stop and for a brief moment, while I'm filling
up the tank in the middle of nowhere I realize I can go in
any direction.
So, what's the job in Chicago?
I'd be curating products for Aqua Shop. It's like SkyMall but
for cruise ships.
Gross.
It's better than month-to-month leases and seedy motels.
Is it?
Hey, Addie, you wanna ride up front with me?
I'm not falling for that one.
It worked once before.
Hey, you wish.
What?
I didn't know you were...
Gay?
What, what are you then? Bi?
Goodbye and thank you for the lift.
I don't know, man.
Every light house has a different flash.
[GUITAR MUSIC STRUMS]
¶WOKE YOU UP WITH POETRY AND STONES¶
¶THE RAGGED AND THE BONES STREWN AROUND THE ROOM¶
BROOKE: Eff--
¶ANOTHER HAZY MAY¶
¶TAKE A ROUND IN THE RING¶
¶GONE HUNGRY FOR THE WIN¶
ADDISON: I forgot how haunted this place was.
They're only memories.
Yeah, those are the worst kind of ghosts.
BROOKE & NAKODA: Merry Christmas.
BROOKE And a happy new year.
NAKODA: Fa, la, la.
BROOKE: Lights!
They're, they're real.
Yeah, Nakoda and I found them in a box labelled misc.
-So good. -I mean, what the hell is that?
It's miscellaneous.
Yeah, they were in the attic. Yeah.
It's amazing, yeah.
[CRICKETS CHIRPING]
[INDISTINCT LAUGHTER AND SPEAKING]
HILLMAN: It's a big chair.
Moira wanted me to give you these, you can review them on
your own.
It's not much but she hoped it might be helpful or meaningful
in its own way.
Why are you yelling?
HILLMAN: She also wanted me to read you this letter.
So--yeah, here it goes.
"I'm okay now, Moira is fine too. She told me she's
sorry for not letting me draw my legends, but if you go north
from where I hid them, maybe you can find me." Um...
What?
HILLMAN: That's all there is.
What does that mean? Draw my legends.
Virginia used to get in trouble for drawing monsters,
UFOs, the wendigo.
I don't really know what to make of this.
Let me see that. That's Moira's handwriting.
Yeah, she wasn't really herself there in the end.
I know everybody leaves in the morning, so if you could just
take down the Christmas decorations. It'll help me in
getting the house ready for the sellers.
I don't know about you guys but, um, I'm still processing
everything, so I'm gonna go upstairs.
Yeah, me, too.
BROOKE: We're still processing here.
Well, hold on. You promised me that if I put up the Christmas
decorations that you would take them down.
Moira just died, man.
Insensitive much?
Okay, good luck with that.
BROOKE: Unbelievable.
HILLMAN: Well, hold on. Guys...
¶Dolarhyde...¶
HILLMAN: Guys.
¶ON AN OLD, OAK DIRT ROAD¶
¶WALKING SIDE BY SIDE¶
Isn't it faster?
¶WITH A TUMBLEWEED, OH YEAH¶
¶ONE, TWO, THREE, FOUR, FIVE, SIX MORE DRINKS¶
¶AND I'M NOT HURTING ANYONE¶
¶RUSTY RIFLE AGAINST THE BAR¶
¶YOU'RE NO MARKSMAN ANYMORE¶
¶ONE MORE ROUND¶
¶SEVEN CARD DRAW, OLD DOLARHYDE, YOU ARE FORGIVEN¶
¶FOR THE EIGHT CARD UP YOUR SLEEVE¶
¶ONE MORE ROUND, IT'S ON THE HOUSE NOW¶
¶OH DOLARHYDE, TORNADOS COME¶
¶COME NOW TO TAKE YOU HOME¶
¶TORNADOS COME, COME NOW TO TAKE YOU HOME¶
¶THOSE WERE THE DAYS, THE LAST OF THE DOLARHYDE¶
It's late. We've got to get to the airport in a couple hours.
BROOKE: Are we sleeping in our old beds?
NAKODA: Just like old times.
You sleeping in here tonight?
ADDISON: Hmm. I've never been in here before.
LYLE: Yeah, it's kind of creepy.
What do you think that letter meant?
I don't think it meant anything.
I've been meaning to give you this.
We could've used this back at the falls.
No. It doesn't work anymore.
No, it does. You just pull that little thing. Hmm?
Oh.
I was supposed to be the navigator that night.
Virginia never told me what the inscription meant.
You cannot destroy one who has dreamed a dream like mine.
YOUNG VIRGINIA: What, what time--?
YOUNG ADDISON: Shh.
[WAVES CRASHING]
[BOAT CLATTERING]
[BEAUTIFUL MELANCHOLY MUSIC PLAYS]
ADDISON: Lyle?
[MUSIC CONTINUES TO PLAY]
[PIANO BEGINS TO PLAY]
[THE SOUND OF LIGHT WAVES]
[CINEMATIC MUSIC CONTINUES]
[LIGHTHEARTED MUSIC CONTINUES]
[CINEMATIC MUSIC INTENSIFIES AND BECOMES TRIUMPHANT]
[CLATTERING NOISES]
[SYMPHONIC MUSIC BUILDS]
What are you doing out here?
It's the boat.
What?
It's the same boat.
It's not the same boat.
Yes, it is. Look at the logo on the side. It's the same one.
That company used to make a lot of boats.
I'm telling you, it's the same one. The long scrape on the
side, it's the same shape.
You were on that one, remember? It sank.
Virginia and I, we carved our initials into the boat.
Addison, stop it.
No, no. I'm gonna just show you.
-We carved our initials-- -You're freaking me out. Stop.
Don't touch me.
Okay. Initials, you carved them where, here? Show me.
There are no initials. What are you expecting to find out here?
She wanted us to come back here for a reason.
Virginia didn't want us to come back here.
That letter was written by a guilt-ridden old lady who had
completely lost her mind.
All you're doing is bringing up stuff you're gonna regret.
That I'll regret? Because you don't regret anything,
do you, Lyle?
So what? You think she's, um, she's leaving you clues?
Is that it? That she's alive and well, or maybe she's talking to
us from the other side, I don't know. Here are your clues.
Let's see. Um, is this what she wanted you to find?
A half-sunken boat that a bunch of kids got drunk
in? I'm pretty sure that's a condom on your leg.
[BOTTLE SHATTERS]
There's no plot twist.
You have to let go of what happened and stop blaming
yourself.
You know, that's the funny thing, you know, everybody
blames me because I was there that night, and I have carried
that with me my entire life. But nobody ever thinks to blame you.
Why would they blame me?
I was the one that was always watching out for her.
I told you guys not to come out--
But, you know what? Maybe this isn't the boat, maybe it's not,
but you weren't there that night and that is on you.
Of course, I wasn't there. I'm not a freaking idiot.
And I'm not gonna take a little girl out in a boat in the middle
of the night so she can go search for her imaginary father.
Look, she was gonna go out on the water that night with or
without us. And you know what? I, I didn't go there to help her
find some Viking. I went there because I'm her friend.
And I was gonna be there for her when she finally
realized there was nobody looking for her.
Yeah, you were there for her, all right.
You know, maybe if you didn't tell on her all the time, maybe
she wouldn't even think to sneak out. Lyle, the tattletale.
I was protecting her. You let her do whatever the hell she
wanted. -You were not trying to protect
her. You were just getting us hit with the belt.
You told on her again and again, and again.
If you could just let her believe, if you just let her
figure things out on her own...
When did I not let her figure things out on her own?
Oh, I don't know, maybe Santa Claus?
Okay. She needed to know why we were the only people that
weren't getting presents on Christmas Eve. She thought Santa
hated her because she was an orphan. She needed to know the
reality.
Because you know all about reality, right? You, you drive
around the country with a robot pretending to be its mother.
I mean, the metaphor there is so pathetic, it makes me want to
throw up, and I hate throwing up.
Well, somebody needed to be the parent.
She was just a little girl.
So was I. I was just a kid and you should've been there.
You should've been there with me and you weren't.
I was just a kid, too.
[MELANCHOLY PIANO PLAYS]
[PIANO MUSIC CONTINUES]
Virginia! Virginia!
Virginia!
YOUNG LYLE: Addison, where's Virginia?
YOUNG ADDISON: I--the, the boat flipped.
-What happened? -I don't know. I...
-What did you do? -Where did she go?
-I don't know. -Virginia!
-Lyle! -Virginia! Virginia!
Lyle, please.
-Virginia! -Lyle.
Virginia! Virginia!
[MUSIC BECOMES HAUNTING]
[WAVES CRASHING AND BIRDS CHIRPING]
[LIGHT PIANO MUSIC PLAYS]
Do the one about the island.
Oh, so now you like my poems.
Just do it.
Did you know there's an island where wishes come true?
It's not on a map anywhere. If we cross our fingers and close
our eyes tight, we can ride on the wind to get there.
We'll see stars in the morning, rainbows at night, friendly
trees we tell secrets to, and we know, we'll sleep well on this
island where wishes come true.
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
[BIRDS CHIRPING]
See you, Hillman.
All right. Mister, time to go. Wake up.
Mister, come on, up, up, up. Let's go.
Mister?
[MELANCHOLY MUSIC PLAYS]
[THE EMOTIONAL MUSIC CONTINUES]
[CINEMATIC MELANCHOLY MUSIC CONTINUES]
[MUSIC CHANGES SLIGHTLY TO A MORE HOPEFUL TONE]
ADDISON: You okay?
Uh-hmm.
So, what's the plan? We hitchhiking?
[KEYS JINGLE]
[GUITAR MUSIC STRUMS]
¶BEHOLD THESE EYES, THERE'S A FIRE THAT BURNS¶
¶INSIDE MY SOUL. GO FEIGN ANOTHER SIDE OF YOU TONIGHT¶
¶IS FOR ANOTHER TIME, FOR ANOTHER TIME¶
¶OH IT'S TIME¶
¶TO MAKE UP YOUR MIND¶
¶OH LOVE, BE MINE¶
[SEAGULLS SQUAWKING]
I guess, you, uh, missed that interview in Chicago?
Maybe. No, I- -I need to get gas first. You want my old car?
I can walk to everything in Grand Marais.
What are you gonna do with the money she left you?
I can think of a couple boats that could use it more than I
can.
What is it?
[SEAGULL SOUNDS]
You wanna kiss me right now, don't you?
Whatever, dude.
[LIGHT WISTFUL MUSIC PLAYS]
[ENGINE REVVING]
[LIGHT MELANCHOLY MUSIC]
[DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYS]
[LIGHT WIND RUSTLING]
[SEAGULLS SQUAWKING]
Where's your mom?
I'm not gonna kidnap you. I promise.
CHLOE: She's in the trading post.
You remember yesterday?
On the tour when you asked me about the
Viking of Encampment Island?
-Yeah. -Yeah, I was having a bad day.
Do you want to know what really happened?
[CINEMATIC MUSIC PLAYS]
ADDISON: So, the legend is pretty well-known.
The Viking who lost his only daughter went mad with
grief, sailed on Lake Superior for decades trying to find any
sign of her. But the legend mostly focuses on Encampment
Island where most of the sightings were reported, but no
one knows just how far and wide he travelled. I do, though.
How?
Oh, I knew his daughter. When she was a baby, she was
abandoned in a hospital in a town called Virginia.
It's a couple of hours inland.
That's sad.
Yeah. Yeah, that is sad. And they told her she had no family
but she didn't believe that. She believed that fate had
brought her from one town over to this house on the coast where
she and I met. And her father, the Viking will be able to find
her because she was in the water now. I have never met someone
who believes so strongly in something. She didn't understand
how people could believe in one thing and not believe
in another.
The same people that believed in God would laugh at
her for believing in ghosts and wendigo monsters, you know,
underwater panthers, but just because I have never felt
Mishipeshu bump the side of this boat, that doesn't mean that
someone else hasn't.
Why is faith so selective?
How can you believe in one thing unseen and not believe in
another?
[MISTER BEEPS]
After knowing Virginia, I started believing in everything.
But, you know, something happened along the way and--
I don't know. But I'm, I'm slowly coming back around.
[MELANCHOLY PIANO MUSIC]
Did she ever find her father?
What do you think?
[BOAT THUDS]
[INTENSE CINEMATIC MUSIC]
[MUSIC TEMPO PICKS UP, HOPEFUL, POSITIVE IN THEME]
[GUITAR STRUMMING]
¶DOLARHYDE STEPS OUT ON THE OLD, OAK DIRT ROAD ¶
¶WALKING SIDE BY SIDE WITH A TUMBLEWEED¶
¶ONE TWO THREE FOUR FIVE SIX MORE DAYS ¶
¶TILL I CLIMB BACK UP MY HORSE, THE BLAME'S¶
¶ON THE SADDLE, HE LIKES TO SAY, BUT YOU'RE NO RIDER ANYMORE¶
¶DOLARHYDE NO CLOUDS OUT THERE, BUT YOU'RE INSIDE¶
¶HIDING OUT AND WARNING OF TORNADOS ¶
¶ONE TWO THREE FOUR FIVE SIX MORE DRINKS¶
¶AND I AM NOT HURTING ANYONE¶
¶RUSTY RIFLE AGAINST THE BAR BUT YOU'RE NO MARKSMAN¶
¶ANYMORE¶
¶YOU'RE NO MARKSMAN ANYMORE¶
¶ONE MORE ROUND OF SEVEN CARD DRAW¶
¶OH, DOLARHYDE ¶
¶YOU ARE FORGIVEN FOR THE 8TH CARD UP YOUR SLEEVE¶
¶ONE MORE ROUND, IT'S ON THE HOUSE NOW.¶
¶OH, DOLARHYDE, TORNADOES COME. ¶
¶IT'S COME NOW TO TAKE YOU HOME. TORNADOES COME.¶
¶IT'S COME NOW TO TAKE YOU HOME¶
¶THAT'S A VIOLIN BY THE WAY ¶
¶THOSE WERE THE DAYS, THE LAST DAYS OF DOLARHYDE.¶
[CLASSICAL MUSIC]