Lisey's Story

Why are they so important to you?

Stories are all I have.

And now I have you.

I love you.

I love you.

You're every story.

It is my distinct pleasure to introduce to you Mr. Scott Landon…

author of Relics and the Pulitzer Prize-winning The Coaster's Daughter.

Hey, we love you, Scott!

Well, she's got that right. We do love this man's work.

There has never been a writer

who has so seamlessly joined the realistic and the fantastic.

Scott Landon is a national treasure.

Now, he's traveled all the way from Maine with his lovely wife, Lisette…

Lisa!

…to inaugurate construction of our own Shipman Library.

It's the 21st century, and the world has grown dark.

But if every book is a light,

then every library is a bonfire

around which 10,000 people come every day to warm themselves.

I declare this construction project open for business!

Scott.

He's got a gun.

I love you.

Shooter!

Hello.

If this is a telemarketer, please take me off your list.

Lisey? Lisey?

Amanda? Why are you calling my office phone?

I-I-I tried all the-- the other ones in my book.

But you have so many of them.

Yeah, well when Scott was alive, we needed a lot of 'em. But…

Yeah, well this-- this was the last one.

I thought you and Darla were coming for lunch.

We are. Darla's getting takeout.

I was supposed to be there already, but I fell asleep.

Oh, that's you, Lisey.

That's my little sister, Lisey.

Was it-- Was it in Scott's study?

Yeah. Did Darla tell you?

No. I-- I just knew.

'Cause he-- 'Cause he's not dead for you, is he?

Not even after two years.

Hey, you okay?

Charlie got married. Did-- Did you know that?

Yeah, I know. I heard.

Yeah, to a little French postcard up in St. John valley.

Just-- A dirty French postcard, no doubt.

Yeah, Darla told me. I'm-- I'm sorry, hon.

And he was seeing her all the time that he was seeing me.

Hey, you okay?

All of the time that he was seeing me!

What-- What are you doing?

What is that? What are you doing?

What was that? Did something break?

No, oh, no. It's nothing. It's just my heart.

Manda?

Hey--

Hey, Amanda? Hey, Amanda?

Amanda! What's going on? What-- Honey, what's going on?

-Lisey? -Hey, Darla.

Just forget the takeout and get there. 'Cause I think she's doing it again.

Jesus.

Fuck.

Good afternoon, Mrs. Landon. I just happened to be in the area.

All the way from Tennessee? I doubt it.

Well, I just thought I'd give it one more try in person.

Try to convince you of your late husband's papers.

-They belong in the Shipman Library. -Professor Dashmiel…

-After all, he dedicated it-- -…I can't have this conversation now.

I have a family emergency. Can you move your car so I can get out?

Please, Mrs. Landon.

Scott Landon's reputation has done nothing but grow

in the two years since his untimely death.

Now those papers, unpublished works, they need to be collected.

-Examined. This is hardly the job for-- -It's so funny. It's so funny that you--

that you came today

'cause I was just looking at your picture in the Horlicks yearbook.

A picture of the-- of the hero who-- who saved the famous writer's life.

But I-- I think reality, you ran like a rabbit.

-Mrs. Landon. -You came back, though,

to get your picture taken and to grab the credit.

I don't care about that. I never cared about credit.

I don't care about that at all. But you are not getting in there.

And you are never going to see his papers.

You were nothing but a restaurant hostess when you caught his eye.

The fact that you slept in his bed

does not give you the right to withhold his unwritten papers

from the rest of the world.

Oh, my God.

Fuck you.

Fuck you. I'm calling the cops.

-Mrs. Landon. -If you don't wanna spend a night in jail,

you better be gone by the time they get here.

Mrs. Landon.

Mrs. Landon.

Get out of my way.

Jim? Roger Dashmiel here.

Can you-- Hey, were you-- Were you in the pool this morning?

I don't know, but Scott-- Scott knew about the other pool, didn't he?

He did. He knew.

You don't-- You-- You know. You know, but you-- you lie to yourself.

You lie to yourself. And that's-- that's a talent that I've never had.

Manda!

Manda!

Manda!

Jesus. Jesus, Manda. What happened?

You okay?

Fuck.

She's in her bedroom. I practically had to carry her up. And you weren't here.

I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I-- I just had to deal with something.

It's okay.

What's that smell? Is something burning?

It's fucking mac and cheese.

Is she taking her pills?

There's four empty bottles in the trash. I think she flushed 'em.

-She talking? Or is it like before-- -Like last time? No. Not yet.

I mean, we're not at-- Not right now.

Manda?

She had plenty to say when I was cleaning her up.

Hey, big sissa Manda-Bunny?

Poor Amanda.

-Lisey? Lisey? -Yeah.

Blood doesn't come out once it's set.

Yeah, I know.

-Did she eat anything? -Not a bite.

This is how she was last time, remember?

She came out of it then. She'll come out of it now.

-Scott helped her the last time. -Yeah.

We should probably get her to the ER.

No, no, no. Just-- Let's wait.

I'll stay with her tonight and we'll see how she is in the morning.

-You sure? -Yeah. Yeah, it's my turn.

When does Matt get back from Canada?

Not for another two weeks. I wish he'd stay away forever.

I don't know. I'm sorry.

It's okay, you're tired.

Are you okay?

Yeah. I don't wanna-- I don't wanna go home anyway

'cause that idiot, Dashmiel, was there.

-Well, call me if she gets worse. -I will.

She's a troublesome old cow, but I love her.

Yeah. You're stuck with love, aren't ya?

What did Scott do the last time you were like this?

He must have done something.

Just tell me what to do…

and I'll do it.

I want… some cocoa.

Okay, Manda-Bunny. I'll get you some cocoa.

Amanda?

Amanda?

Lisey wanted to come.

I said no. Not this time.

This is just between us.

I learned it a long time ago.

When I was a kid.

This is just between us.

You feel better, right?

It's from the pool.

There's nothing like it.

At least not in this world.

We have to talk… about Lisey.

Okay. Okay.

Hey, Jim.

Yoko Landon still won't give up the goods?

Well, she's being--

A bitch.

Impolitic, but not wrong.

I'm starting to think she wants him forgotten.

That can't happen. You agree?

You know I do.

You remember that conversation we had about applying a little pressure?

You said you were good at persuading people.

Yeah, I am, Roger. Believe me.

And helping 'em understand.

It's just so important.

Unpublished Landon short stories, maybe even a novel.

Think of it, Jim. And she's sitting on it like a broody hen.

I can help you out.

You really think you can?

Oh, yeah.

I can't pay you much. I'm hardly a rich man.

Don't you worry about that, prof.

Scott Landon is life.

His books changed me.

I'll get those papers for you.

No woman gonna say no to me.

-This is hot, so I'm gonna hold it-- -Scott gave me a drink, but not cocoa.

It was cool water. Beautiful water.

He said it was from the pool. The one in Booya Moon.

What pool?

Only who's gonna… give me a drink this time?

It was the sweetest water I ever had.

Little Lisey, I wish I had some more.

But he said that the pool…

is dangerous.

You'd look at it and you don't wanna look away.

What pool?

You know what I'm talking about, Lisey.

You don't want to remember… but you have to.