Dec. 21, 2021

Part 18: The Madness

THE MADNESS

 

Footsteps

How’s your leg?

Better. It’s difficult to tell sometimes, especially when my adrenaline is pumping, how hurt I actually am, but… it seems fine.

That’s fair. The arm?

[Groan] Still sore. That rock did a number on it… but I think it’s stopped bleeding. You’d be able to tell better than I.

I think you’ll be fine.

[Sigh] So, can we…take a moment, yet?

Yes, I think we’re far enough away now.

Arthur sits, groaning

Ugh. Boy, I am beat.

This isn’t exactly an ideal place to rest.

No, but I - I don’t gather that we’ll find a hotel around the next corner.

Not with any vacancy. I’m sure all the creatures have taken all the best rooms.

[Laughing] I think - I think you’ve grown a sense of humour.

Sometimes it’s the only thing to do.

Arthur sighs. Piano theme starts

I’m starting to forget what home felt like.

Are you?

Yes. I’m worried.

About being stuck here?

Sure, but… about losing myself, losing what I had, what… what little I had.

Piano fades

We’re far from giving up. We just killed a fucking giant, Arthur. Don’t tell me we’ve lost that feeling so soon.

No, no, you’re right. We need a plan, though, or at least an idea of what we’re doing next. Where are we? You mentioned that there’s, ah, a luminescence in the walls?

Yes, there’s a fungus on the walls that gives off a faint blue hue. It’s quite comforting, in a way.

Yeah, I know the feeling.

I don’t think there’s anything malicious about it… but then again, who knows in this place. In any case it offers enough light to navigate the single tunnel we find ourselves in.

We just started walking after leaving the - the trap. Were there multiple offshoots? Different ways we could have gone?

Yes. At the time I didn’t think it mattered.

[Sigh] Maybe. You’re probably right. We don’t even know where we’re heading.

Well, we know one thing: this pathway was used enough to warrant a trap being set.

Right, great point - look at you! Huh.

So we’re not far from… something of importance.

I suppose not. You know, I have to say, I was really impressed with you back there. [Optimistic piano plays] You kept my head on straight. And at times I forget how far we’ve come. You’ve mentioned before about being an investigator, and I… I’m - I’m sorry that I shot you down. You know - you know, it’s so difficult for me to think beyond my own experience and - and my own desires to see again. And I I -really appreciated what you said about Faroe… I… I guess I’m realizing… that I’ve called you a great number of things… but I’ve never called you… friend.  So, thank you… friend.

Of course.

[Deep breath] Anyway, um… we also want to be careful about where we tread.

Correct.

Don’t need to go falling into any other pits - keep our eyes open.

Alright.

You mentioned there was a glowing thing, that was used as a lure.

Arthur, I don’t want to fuck with that.

I know, I know… alright…

Standing up

So the walls are covered in blue fungus. What’s beneath? Does the stone look similar to the ledge that we fell from?

No, the walls here are black stone, much darker than it was above. The floor is loose stone and gravel, but again, this is a path of sorts.

How far do you suppose we fell?

Impossible to say.

You don’t think that creature wanted this? Do you?

Which? The glowing one that led us to Frank’s camp? No, I don’t think it possessed any sort of powerful intellect.

Right… so we fell… I guess… up, right? Try to find our way back to the path we fell from? We had wanted to pass through the mountain so… I suppose that’s our next goal.

Yes, I suppose so.

Alright.

Footsteps

Whispering: Arthur, listen to me I’m going to help-

John: I do wish we hadn’t lost that lamp.

Arthur: What was that?

The lamp, I was saying I wish we hadn’t lost it.

No no no, no, not that. Do you hear something?

Footsteps stop

No.

Footsteps resume

Whispering: Left!

There it is again!

I don’t hear anything.

There is something.

Footsteps.

We’re coming to a fork. Head right.

Why?

Why not?

Whispering: Left!

You don’t hear that?

No, Arthur. Are you okay?

Yes, yes.

Okay… 

Sure, let’s go right.

Whispering: No!

Alright.

Footsteps

John: Anyway, we still have the glass. If we wanted to take a moment and look at it, it might be worthwhile; however, at this point[Eerie violins rise] we’re only on the one path anyway.

Whispering: Listen to me!

John: -and I can’t imagine it would reveal anything to us.

Whispering: I’m trying to help you!

Arthur: Are you?

Whispering: LOOK OUT!

Arthur slips - rocks sliding

John: Jesus, Arthur!

Arthur [panting] Wh-What?

The floor here - it practically dropped off. The floor is black stone, I-I couldn’t tell. There’s a pit here, another trap. It must’ve triggered long ago, but… Jesus.

[Angrily] We almost fell… again. Goddammit!

I didn’t notice.

I thought you were going to keep your eyes open.

Whispering: Left!

Let’s just go back - left, like I wanted.

Like you wanted?

Yes. Please.

Footsteps

Stay right then.

Just, please, keep your eyes open.

[Angry] I am, Arthur.

Thank you.

Footsteps

The walls are changing slightly.

How?

The black stone is smoothing out, less natural, more... as if carved pieces. I feel like we’re entering something… an area… underhalls of… I don’t know - it’s dark. The fungus is no longer growing here. Pull out the lighter.

Lighter flicks

The walls continue. The ceiling is flat. This is like… the stonework is…

Like what?

I don’t know. It’s unfamiliar.

Whispering: He’s lying.

Arthur: You’re sure?

John: Yes, Arthur.

Whispering: He’s lying.

Arthur: [Suspicious] Okay…

Footsteps

There’s a T junction up ahead. The path splits left and right. I assume the right again.

Whisper: Yes, the right.

Arthur: [Distracted] Yeah, that’s… fine.

John: Wonderful.

Melancholy piano starts

Footsteps.

John: These are hallways - stone hallways that seem to lead on into the darkness. We’ve definitely entered something.

Whispering: Left here. Now!

Footsteps stop. Music fades

John: Why are you stopping?

Arthur: Left here.

John: There’s nothing here.

Whispering: There is.

Arthur: [Guarded] You’re sure?

John: Yes.

Arthur: Look again.

John: There is nothing here!

Arthur: Just, please - look again.

John huffs. Eerie violins enter

John: The wall is… there’s a door! It’s hidden! What aren’t you telling me?

Whispering: The breeze.

Arthur: I felt a breeze on my neck from that direction, John.

John: Alright. You’re sure you want to open this? It could be something-

I - I don’t know for sure… but yes, let’s be careful.

Arthur groans while opening a heavy door. They step inside

John: It’s a smallish chamber. It looks… old. Dust covers the room, shelves with books though they look rotted through. There’s a small table, and a… oh… there’s a mural. A… carving on the wall.

Arthur: Of what?

Whispering: Him.

Violins intensify

Arthur: Of what John?

John: Of, uh.…

Whispering: Him.

John: Of - Of Shub Niggurath, the Great Old One. It’s... it must be a… someone who felt… someone who followed them.

Whispering: Liar.

Arthur: Is it?

John: Yes. Why?

Whispering: Liar!

John: Arthur why don’t you trust me?

Whispering: Don’t believe his lies. Feel the carving yourself. He is lying

Arthur sighs. Violins fade.

What?

I...

What, Arthur?

Melancholy piano plays

Look; I can hear a voice in my ear.

A voice?

Yes, it’s been… whispering to me. Saying things that, so far, are true. Like how we shouldn’t have turned---

Why didn’t you tell me?

I did! I tried to, I…I asked if you heard anything.

What is the voice saying now?

Nothing now, but… it said you were lying. [Deep breath] Look, John… this relationship - it needs to be built on trust, it - it needs to be built on communication. It’s… It’s been too long with lies and we need to work on finally, once and for all, trusting each other. I-I- I admit it took me a lot to trust you with the truth about… about, ah, Faroe. Maybe I should’ve told you earlier, m-maybe I was… I don’t know… afraid… But if we are going to survive this, we need to start to trust each other. We need to finally, once and for all, put our petty squabbles aside and be open and honest. Please.

A long pause

I recognize these halls.

[Sighs] Okay. Why?

Why did I not-?

No, just… why do you recognize them?

They are… halls of worship.

Worship of whom? It’s not Shub Niggurath on that wall, is it?

It’s him, Arthur. It’s the King.

[Gasps] Okay. Do we have anything to fear?

No - they are abandoned.

But surely that… this can’t be a coincidence.

I don’t know.

We should head back… find another way to-

Arthur, these halls are empty, I’m sure of it. And the chances of being lost in those tunnels-

John the King in Yellow is searching for us-

He may have already found you.

Is that… [Pauses] Who is speaking to me?  Why are you speaking to me?

Whispering: Because you have my picture.

Optimistic piano music starts

Arthur: Frank?

John: Frank?

Arthur: Jesus!

Rummaging

Arthur: It’s Frank!

John: I wouldn’t be so sure…

Arthur: Why did you lead us here?

Frank: Under the table.

Arthur: Under the…

John: What did it say?

Arthur: Where’s the table?

John: Our right. What did it say?

Footsteps.

John: Oh… Arthur, there’s a corpse here.

Arthur. Dammit. Frank. He never made it out.

John: Arthur...

Arthur: Frank, I… I’m sorry… I… I hoped that we could’ve met and…

Frank: Do not trust him, Arthur.

Piano replaced with eerie violins

Arthur: [Distracted] And… used you as a way to inspire us... To -  to escape this place…

Frank: He. Is. Lying!

Arthur: Well…

John: What is it saying?

Frank: Arthur Lester…

Arthur: He’s…

Frank: …the entity inside your head has been a malevolent elder god for eons…

Arthur: I…

Frank: …a time unfathomable to our minds.

John: What?

Frank: Do not forget.

Arthur: He’s saying that…

Frank: Do not be tricked.

John: Arthur, what?

Frank: Do not be manipulated.

Arthur: He’s…

Frank: Ask it what happened to my friend’s daughter.

Arthur: Who?

Frank: Ask it what happened to Emily.

Arthur: It…

Violins intensify

John: [Insistent] Arthur, what is it saying?

Arthur: He… He wants me to ask you about… Emily?

John: What? Why?

Arthur: I don’t know. Why? What would you have to say?

John: Arthur, listen to me: that voice is not to be trusted. It is manipulating you. It wants to see us… divided. The King is clever; he knows exactly what would drive a wedge between us. Do not listen to it.

Arthur: Right.

Frank: I will stay with you, until you realize your mistake.

Arthur: …Right….

Frank: I need to help you. Take my bag. There’s something in it that will help - and please, do not trust him.

John: What did it say?

It wanted us to take something from his bag. Does the body look like it could be Frank’s?

I don’t know, Arthur - it’s a corpse. There’s no way to tell.

Well it’s.. it’s not like someone would just drag a corpse here, and… what is it wearing?

Clothes from… a place that could very well be Arkham.

How did he… Is it clear how he died?

No.

Frank, how did you die?

Arthur, don’t.

What? W-We need to…

Arthur, listen to me, that voice is not Frank!

How…? How would you know that? What’s in the bag?

We’re not getting the bag - we’re leaving.

John, you’re not being fair.

You’re not listening. You’re being manipulated. The King is…

The King is also you, John, who’s manipulating me? [Sighs] Look, I just told you we need to trust each other, so trust me, please. We need to grab the bag.

No. Arthur…

No? You’re kidding. Who’s fucking body do you think this is?

Ours.

No, it’s mine. We are sharing my body, it is still mine.

Not anymore. I have parts of you, whether you like it or not.

If this is… if this voice is Frank, we have to…

I don’t care if it is.

What the fuck is this about? Power? You not being in the loop for the first time, ever, is that it? For the first time since we met you are in the dark and I am the one with understanding. Or… or no, this is - this is about Emily. Isn’t it? You’re afraid. What happened with Emily, John?

Nothing.

You… you reacted strangely to her before - I-I never thought much of it. Why does Frank want me to ask you about her?

[Sighs] Look, look - things are getting heated, I want to break that cycle... Okay? [Main piano theme plays] Look, we build up and tension breaks… let’s just take a moment. I just want you to be honest with me and I’m being honest with you. We’ve come this far, so far, to lose it at something like this. John, whatever is in that bag – useful or not – is something I think would be worthwhile to see – at the very least. Whether it’s water or - or an old book, we should get it. You don’t want to tell me about Emily, alright… alright… I won’t push. You didn’t push me about Faroe… much… we have this. We can stay on track.

You think that?

Of course.

You don’t know anything.

What? I-I know you.

You don’t know me.

Yes, I do… I know…

You know what I want you to know. 

What?

I killed Emily.

Okay… why?

Why? Because I wanted to.

How? That… that doesn’t make sense.

She found my book before Ackerman, Arthur. She was the one who brought it to him. Remember?

I… she was… she was in a field… I-I don’t…

You think you were the first one I spoke to? The first one I felt holding my book?

You…?

You’re just the first one dumb enough to read from it when I asked.

You asked me to read from it?

Yes. You just don’t remember.

You… you monster.

That’s rich coming from you. If anyone should know what a monster looks like, it’s you. At least I’m honest about the blood on my hands.

[Horrified] Don’t you dare.

Don’t I dare what? Remind you of how your daughter waited for her Daddy to stop the bath?

We’re both murderers Arthur. Difference is I did it by choice; you did it because you were unfit to be a father.

John strikes him

[Grunts] Fuck you!

John laughs darkly

Fuck you, you piece of shit!

[Laughing] I always said you have the cold calculated demeanor of someone not to fuck with.

We’re done! I am through trying with you.

John laughing - Arthur panting

Frank: Grab the bag.

Arthur grunting and crawling

Arthur: [to John, angry] Where is it?

John: I’m not telling you.

Frank: Your right.

Arthur: I don’t need you to tell me.

Reaching

Frank: Almost. A little more.

John: [Furious] Arthur! Don’t you dare touch that fucking bag!

Arthur: Or what? You can’t stand the loss of control. You’re so used to me doing what you say and what you want that you can’t stand me choosing my own path.

John: I have your eyes! I-

Arthur: None of this belongs to you, you fucking parasite!

Frank: There - you have it.

Arthur grunting as he crawls

John: Fuck you.

A punch - the table clatters over

Arthur: [panting - furious] How dare you!

Punching. Panting - grunting.  John grabs Arthur by the throat.

John: [Growling] I will choke the life out of you!

John growls - Arthur breaks free, breathing hard.

John: Fuck you!

Arthur: You fucking piece of shit!

More punching - furniture clattering

John: You vile excuse for a man! Stay down, Arthur - or I’ll choke the life out of you. You’re no good to me dead.

Arthur: [Panting] I’ll kill you… I’ll kill you…!

John: You don’t know how.

Arthur: You took everything from me!

Main piano theme plays

You took my eyes, my thoughts, m-my freedom… [breathing hard] You’d take it all if you could, wouldn’t you? WOULDN’T YOU?

Yes.

Only one of us will get this body in the end.

I know. I’m counting on it.

Piano fades

I’m getting the fucking bag, and I’m grabbing what’s inside and if you stop me… I’m going to rip that fucking piece of wood out of your hand.

Arthur picks up the bag - something inside sloshes.

Arthur: Frank, what is this? 

Frank: Drink this.

Arthur: This? What is this?

Eerie violins play

Frank: It will return control to you.

Arthur: Control of what?

Frank: Your body.

Musical stinger

Arthur: All of it?

Frank: No, not all. Only as much as can be done.

Arthur: How? H-How would it…?

Frank: The King controls you because your mind is fractured -  pieces of you splintered when overcome with things that weigh on your mind. This heals that part of your mind.

Arthur: What is it?

Frank: Selenine

John: Arthur you are a fucking puppet.

Arthur: SHUT UP!

Something moves in the distance as if drawn by his outburst. Arthur gasps.

Arthur: [Whispering] What was that?

Frank: You are being hunted.

Arthur: By what?

Racing footsteps - eerie violins play

John: Something is coming.

Frank: His followers sense you - he’s led you straight to them.

Arthur: We need to move.

John: Move, Arthur!

Arthur: Fuck you!

Frank: Leave and head left.

Arthur: This way?

Frank: Yes.

John: I don’t know-

Arthur: Shut up! I don’t need you.

Distant clanging and grunting

Frank: Keep a hand on the wall.

John: There’s nothing behind us.

Footsteps. Arthur panting fearfully.

John: Why are you heading this way?

Arthur: ‘Cause at least one of the voices in my head seems to want to help.

John: That’s what it wants you to think.

Arthur: No, that’s what you want me to think. You can try to mix me up all you want-

John: Mix you up?

Arthur: Constantly berating me? Insulting me?

John: If you weren’t such a fucking idiot we wouldn’t be in this mess.

Arthur: Me? You were the one who apparently asked me to open the book.You knew this would happen, you knew-

Frank: Quiet.

Creatures continue hollering and clanging in the distance

Frank: Right here.

John: Lost your nerve?

Arthur: I’m not gonna help your friends find us.

John: Friends? Do you hear yourself?

Frank: Shhh. They’re behind us now.

Clanging continues

Frank: Straight ahead and through the door. I came this way and hid from them…

Arthur: Okay.

Frank: Quietly, now - the door is loud.

Arthur groans as he pushes the door open.

Frank: Shut the door.

Arthur: Right.

Arthur goans and shuts the door

John: A garden?

Arthur: A garden?

Frank: The gardens of this temple. They do not enter here, but there is only one way out: the way we came in.

Muffled creature sounds in the distance

What the fuck is hunting us?

Frank: His followers. They know you are close.

John: Well? What is following us?

Arthur: You know exactly what.

John: Fuck you.

Frank: Arthur, you must drink the Selenine.

Arthur: Right… right…

Arthur rummages through the bag.

Frank: Be warned though; it will hurt you to drink.

Arthur: Why?

Frank: Fixing a mind is not easy.

Arthur: How do you know all this? Frank was just a man, from-

Frank: I was but am no longer. [Optimistic piano plays] I am lost in the Dreamlands. My spirit cannot leave this place. Time means nothing to me now. But you are bright. You are my hope to leave this place.

Arthur sighs.

Frank: I have failed. I have failed my friends, my wife, myself and those around me. But you have many things to do, Arthur - many important things. Your journey is far from over. Do not lose hope.

John: Arthur, you are-

Arthur: You lost the right to have a fucking say in anything that happens.

Frank: I know you have doubts, but you need to trust me.

Arthur sighs

Frank: The King didn’t want you to have this bag.

Arthur: He didn’t know what was in it.

Frank: Didn’t he?

Arthur: No, there’s… there’s no way he could’ve known…

Frank: I died long ago, Arthur. Before he was fractured, he ruled this land and his followers walked these halls.

Arthur sighs

Frank: Drink it Arthur - trust me. You can regain at least some of yourself.

Arthur uncorks the bottle. Sniffs.

Arthur: No. I can’t.

Frank: Why?

Arthur: Why? Wh-? [Furious] Because I don’t fucking want to! [eerie piano music starts] I am so fucking sick of voices in my god damned head. [He throws the bottle - it smashes]  I… I can’t trust you. I can’t trust either of you! I… my

god. Can we just please… STOP IT ALL! I am so fucking tired of being pulled in every goddamned direction from you, and from him, and I…I just want it to stop. I feel like I’m going mad.

Frank: I’m only trying to help you-

John: [At the same time] That’s what he wants-

Arthur: ENOUGH! I don’t fucking need either of your right now, I… just shut up! I’m exhausted, and tired and I, I just want it to..

Piano cuts out. Arthur laughs, almost madly.

Arthur: That’s what you want. That’s what both of you want, isn’t it? You want me to… to give up. You want me to throw in the towel and call it quits so you can fight over the scraps of me like fucking dogs. Well I have news for you, for both of you – I don’t give up.

Main piano theme plays.

I didn’t fucking give up when the woman I loved died, and I didn’t punch my ticket when I held my… when I held my only daughter’s lifeless body in my arms. And I am sure as shit strong enough to push through everything you throw at me. So bring it on, you spineless fucks. I am going to go down swinging, every fucking time.

A long, silent pause as the piano fades.

Nothing to say? That’s the first smart move either of you have made.

Alright; I’m in a garden - the halls of worship for the King and I’m being hunted. They’re going to find me, unless I do something about it. And I’ve been pursued before - evade or hide, those are the options. Evasion is minimal - a room with one exit, unless… There isn’t just one exit. Better find out myself.

Footsteps.

Is this room even safe?

Water dripping

A drip… [eerie piano plays] Something’s rotten in Denmark.

Footsteps

Seems like you were wrong, Frank.

Water dripping

Ugh. Foul… but dripping from somewhere.

Arthur strains, feels around

Okay, pipes... For water, maybe, but a reservoir would be nearby. No… no no no no no no no no, this isn’t Earth anymore, Arthur, you can’t conform to its logics. This garden doesn’t. What kind of Garden is this even, in a…dream? The ship, the forest, I mean… Frank’s house. It wasn’t, was it…? It was… part of a dream. Who shapes this reality?

Okay. What is this place, really? Okay, let’s - let’s shape out this garden. Figure out another way.

Footsteps

Okay, here’s the wall. Okay, we’ll call this wall zero. Here we go. [Footsteps while counting] One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight - eight steps to the far wall. Okay, back to wall zero… One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight… nine… ten? [Eerie violins]  Eleven… twelve… thirteen! Well how does…no, I miscounted.

Okay, back. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen…sixteen…seventeen… What? Where’s the wall?

A record player starts playing.

Hello?

The song “Some Call it Madness” plays. The record begins to skip, repeating the word “Madness” over and over.

Fucking stop! Fucking-

Arthur kicks the record player over - it stops

Distorted voice: Let me help you.

Arthur gasps.

Alright John, I need your eyes here. Wh-Wh-Where, Where are we?

John: [Muffled, almost unintelligible] It’s the King - he’s manipulating you! Can you hear me?

Arthur: John, stop fucking about! I need your help.

John: [Still muffled]: Arthur, just don’t listen to it... whatever it tells you it...

Arthur: [Deep breath] Okay…

Dripping

The drip. Okay…

Footsteps. Liquid dripping.

Oh, I… I don’t remember it being so warm, and…thick.

Distorted voice: Above you.

Arthur: Above me?

Something washes over Arthur - he chokes. A baby cries in the distance as he spits and tries to catch his breath. Eerie violins play.

Relax, relax, relax…okay. Okay. Okay. Stairs… Stairs, okay - up. [Grunts, climbing] Come on. [Climbing] This isn’t real… none of this is real. 

Phone rings

No! I’m not buying into any of this! [Phone rings] I know what you’re trying to do, King, and it’s not going to work.

Someone picking up the phone. A phonograph clicks on, crackling.

Recording: This is Dr. Jeffrey Orrett, March 20th, 1932, recording from Arkham Psychiatric Hospital. Today I’ll be speaking with one of our newer patients: Arthur Lester.

Bullshit!

Dr. Orrett: Arthur, why do you believe you’re here?

Arthur, on the recording: Because… because of the voice in my head.

Dr. Orrett: The one you call John?

Recorded Arthur: Yes.

Arthur: It’s not real. It’s not real.

Dr. Orrett: Is he speaking with you now?

Recorded Arthur: Yes, he’s… he’s saying… [Spitefully] He’s telling me you’re not real. That you’re trying to convince me that I’m mad. That you’re a liar.

Arthur continues to climb

Dr. Orrett: I’m only trying to help you, Arthur. 

Recorded Arthur: No you’re not - none of you are. You’re trying to trick me - trap me - confuse me… I…

Dr. Orrett: Everything is okay. You’re safe now. Your daughter visited today?

Arthur: No.

Recorded Arthur: Yes.

Arthur: Turn it off.

Recorded Arthur: That was nice, actually.

Dr. Orrett: She and your housekeeper Tess wanted to see how you were. Did you enjoy their company?

Main piano theme plays

Arthur: Turn it off!

Recorded Arthur: She’s grown so big, I…

Dr. Orrett: They brought you the music box. Did you enjoy listening-?

Arthur: TURN IT OFF!

The sound cuts out with a thud

Arthur: [Breathing hard] You bastard. You’re not going to convince me that I’m not here right now.

John: [Muffled, almost unintelligible]: Arthur, stop moving! He’s trying to trap you!

Arthur: I’m going to get the fuck out of here. And I am going to-

A young girl giggling

[Deep breath] It’s not her. It’s not her.

A little girl’s voice: Hi!

Arthur: [Breathing faster] Faroe…?

Soft footsteps patter away. A door opens and closes.

Arthur: It’s not her. It’s not her.

He opens a door, walks through.

John: [Uncharacteristically calm] Arthur, listen to me.

Arthur: [Gasps] Where the fuck have you been?

John: You’re being tricked - all of this is a trick. Come this way, please, friend.

Arthur: Which way? The right?

John: Yes.

Arthur: Where were you?

John: [Still uncharacteristically calm] Suppressed by his power. Come on - we can get out.

Out of what?

This place, I think… Look, you just have to trust me. You wanted me to trust you. I’m sorry - I’m going to start trusting you now. [piano playing to the left] I’m sorry for what I said; I was angry and frustrated. But you need to follow me. Come to the right.

What is… what is to the left?

To the left, a door opens.

Nothing for you anymore. The past is the past, Arthur.

Flashback Arthur: I thought I told you to leave me alone!

John: Leave it behind. You don’t owe yourself that anymore. Come, we can escape!

Footsteps

Yes… this way…

Piano playing.

Wait, th-that sounds like…

Listen, friend, come this way. Leave it behind.

No… I…

LISTEN TO ME!

I can’t. And John would know that.

Footsteps. Arthur opens the door. A rush of unidentifiable sound.

A single piano note. A man swallows - drinking.

Unknown man: Have you been playing?

Arthur: No.

Unknown man: Giving up, then?

Possibly.

Chair creaks

Unknown man: I’ve heard very little from you. How have you been keeping?

[Tired] I am well.

Teacup clinks

Unknown man: You have no help? I half expected to have been denied meeting you again today. She’s no longer with you?

Tess is away for a short while. Her mother is taken ill.

Teacup clinks.

Unknown man: Ah. A not uncommon situation these days, sadly. [He stands] So you’re not working?

Difficult to feel inspired.

The man walking slowly around the room.

Arthur: With Tess gone, I-I have many other things to tend to, however. So…so when I find the time…

Unknown man: You have not been to town in a long while, nor to see me in what seems like longer.

I cannot find the time. I have, as I’ve just said, been very busy.

Unknown man: There is always time for God, Arthur. There is always time to talk with him, and there is always time to visit him.

The man picks something up that clatters, like a toy.

Unknown man: And you of all people should find the time-

I would ask you not to touch that. [Man sets it back down] I have neither asked for you, nor your company.

Unknown man: Arthur, I will not have you talk to me as if I were the lesser of us. If you do not wish to speak,                         then so be it, but God is the judge and jury of your life, and without my guidance… I will not be                        surprised at his verdict.

Creaking footsteps

Unknown man: Life is loss. Everyone will face it, and everyone will eventually succumb to it. You can attempt to                         remove the lord from your life, but he will determine your fate either way. 

Arthur stands.

You are no longer welcome in this house-

Unknown man: But then I suppose your faith will reflect your decision. Do you wish to be with your wife and child?

Arthur: [Angry] Get out!

Footsteps. A door opens.

Unknown man: Guilt is a companion of death, Arthur. I see it with you now. Do not let it rival you.

I cannot… escape it, Daniel.

Daniel: Fair enough. But you don’t have to let it win.                         

Door closes. Sound rises - splashing, as if Arthur is in water.

Daniel? What…  John? John, where are you?

Frank: One for sorrow, Two for mirth, Three for a death, Four for a birth, Five for the home, Six for the dream-

Arthur: Get out!

Frank: Seven for the King who remains unseen.

Arthur: [Splashing] Get out of my head!

Water pouring in.

Frank: Six for the dream, seven for the King-

Arthur: Get out of my head! You’re not going to win! You’re not going to manipulate me!

Water pouring harder

Arthur: You can throw it all at me! I’m not giving up!

Water overtakes him. Within the water, the sounds of someone drowning. Splashing, and then Arthur resurfaces, gasping.

Arthur:  Wha-

Eddie: You mother fucker!

Arthur is forced underwater.

Eddie: Child killer!

Arthur: [Gasping] Eddie? Eddie! Stop, stop, stop-

Arthur is heaved out.

Eddie: Drowned your own daughter because of your incompetence.

Arthur: Eddie! [Gasping] Where?

Eddie punches him.

Eddie: Fuck you.

Another punch.

Eddie, please. I don’t know what’s going on. I swear - it’s not my fault. It wasn’t my fault.

It’s all your fault. You were supposed to protect her. You don’t deserve to live. Do you fly mother fucker?

What?

Glass smashing, as if Arthur has been thrown through a window. He shouts, hits the ground. The sound of a car rushes toward him.

No no no-

A heavy thud. Thunder rumbles. A baby cries.

John: Move, Arthur!

Arthur: [Panting] What?

John: Move, she’s still here!

Who? I-I already did…

The Madwoman from Part 2 laughing in the distance

What the fuck are you talking about?

What?

Get Faroe and let’s move!

Faroe? She’s...

She’s fine, but you need to get her.

No, no, she’s not.

Arthur, snap out of it!

She’s not fine. She’s…

Mad woman laughing as the rain falls. Arthur’s breath evens out.

I know what you’re trying to do. And I know you’re not John.

Thunder rumbles.

The King: Let her go.

Main piano theme plays

Arthur: I will not. Not her. Not ever.

The King: You’ve changed. You’re different now.

Arthur: You….

The King: You were young. Naïve.

Arthur: I am different.

The King: You made a mistake. Let it go. Let it go.

Arthur: I made a mistake.

The King: [Excitedly] Yes…!

Arthur:  And I’m not going to pretend it didn’t happen just ‘cause I’ve changed. [Deep breath] I own it. I carry it with me… because she can’t.

The King: Liar. You carry it with you because you want to - because relishing the pain and the attention is better.

You’re wrong. And you can’t do whatever it is you swore you’d do, you… You can’t kill me! ‘Cause then you die, too.

The King: You’ll forget. Time is merely man’s attempt to measure memories, and patience is one thing I have in abundance.  

Me, too.

The King: Well then, we’ll just have to wait and see.

Pounding

John: [Muffled] Arthur! Arthur! Arthur! Can you hear me?

Creatures cry out in the distance. As the piano fades out, Arthur sits up, groaning.

Arthur: [Pained] John?

John: Arthur! Can you hear me?

Arthur: Yeah…

The King, he’s been manipulating you every-

I know, I know. [Piano theme plays] I know. He didn’t win.

He didn’t.

He wants to wait… wait until I forget about her. But I won’t, ever!

I wouldn’t be so sure.

Where… where are we?

We’ve been captured, Arthur. We are within the prison pits, and I don’t think we’ll be leaving anytime soon.

Piano theme fades unfinished

Recorder stops

Static

 

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Transcribed by the amazing Croik! My absolute appreciation to them for their effort and patience in making this.