Chapelwaite (2021) s01e02 Episode Script

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In Maine
from my cousin Stephen.
Even has a name:
Chapelwaite.
You must be Charles Boone,
the sea captain?
These are my children.
Is there a Mrs. Boone coming?
My wife passed.
Rebecca Morgan,
you're a writer.
There's only one
good story in town, Mother.
Good day. I hear
you're looking for a governess.
- Who's the little girl?
- Must be Marcella.
Stephen's daughter.
She passed away.
How come you never talk
about your father?
He was a peculiar man.
I'm afraid we have rats.
They're being clever now.
Your family has a reputation,
Mr. Boone.
Stephen was a part of that.
- I would sell the mill and go.
- Well, I have other plans.
Your father
Father was
Phillip Boone's lawyer
and he lived in fear of the man,
I am aware.
We prayed we'd seen
the last Boone.
And why is that?
Some blame Chapelwaite
for the illness in town.
What about you, Edward?
Your little Susan's sick.
Let's send
these new Boones packing.
Burn it then.
Who goes there?
There's something
that you hide from us.
It's coming.
The worm.
It scares me.
You're doing very well.
You're doing very well.
- No!
- Breathe, breathe.
Get it out!
Your baby's breached, Faith.
We don't have much time.
You need to push now!
Come on. That's it. That's it.
Breathe!
Well done, one more.
The baby's coming!
Gentle pushes now.
Gentle.
Little pushes.
Push! Push!
Hello.
- God help us.
- What?
I want to see my baby.
- Please. Let me see her.
- Him.
- It's a boy.
- A boy.
No.
No!
Good morning, Miss Morgan.
Mr. Boone.
You were out early.
I was.
I'm taking Loa to town.
We'll meet you
and the other two at school.
What have you found?
I was admiring your books
and I I came across
these old letters
between my father
and the Boones.
He was their attorney.
Some bear
my father's signature.
You knew he worked
for my uncle and cousin?
I did.
I'm sorry.
I should've mentioned that.
And what was his opinion
of them?
My father was intimidated
by Phillip.
Hmm. I see.
Well, if the letters have
any meaning to you, keep them.
They don't.
My father left
for New York when I was 15
to grow his law practice.
We haven't heard from him since.
Apparently,
he started a second family
and abandoned them as well.
They're yours
if you want them.
Loa?
Daniel.
Daniel.
- Mornin', Rose.
- Mornin'.
Have you seen Edward?
Not since yesterday
at the tavern.
Susan saw him leave
last night with the wagon.
Did he say where he was going?
He didn't say, Rose.
He never came home.
Well, we're on our way
to the mill.
If he's there,
I'll send him home.
Thank you, Daniel.
What'd that damn fool
get himself into, huh?
It's okay.
You can trust me.
How old was your daughter
when she contracted the disease?
She was three.
Our ship's purser
took a bribe,
sent us off with casks
of spoiled beef.
The food wasn't fit for hogs.
No one knows the exact cause
of rickets, Mr. Boone.
Her leg is stronger
than it looks.
I'm going to prescribe
a vitamin rub and elixir.
We've seen doctors
in every port
from here to the Crozets.
They all prescribe some
variation of the same thing.
I was hoping
We're open to anything new.
I'm afraid I don't have
anything like that.
You don't belong here.
Good luck today.
I want to go home.
We are home.
Go on.
There you go.
Okay?
Good morning, Headmaster Fish.
Are you sure about this,
Miss Morgan?
It is a public school.
No birth certificates,
I presume?
No.
Any particular nation
or tribe?
- We were born on ship.
- The Narwhal.
Have you been vaccinated
for smallpox?
- Yes.
- Proof of residency?
Really, Henry?
Children, heed your teachers
and monitors.
Look after each other.
The first day is
always the worst.
Come on.
We lost the twins
two years ago in July.
- To the illness?
- Yes.
I'm sorry.
Thank you.
The photo was my wife's idea.
A grim reminder.
As if one could ever forget.
The little girl behind them
- is that Marcella Boone?
- It is.
They were playmates.
Well, Minister,
I have a favor to ask.
I'd like to address
your congregation.
This will be a
A business proposal
for myself and the town.
Uh, I need 10 minutes
of their time.
Well, I can't just
hand you the pulpit.
I know my flock;
They'll crucify us both.
But if you were
to come by an informal event,
like today's social,
I could give you the floor.
- Today?
- Four o'clock.
Would you be ready?
I will be.
Thank you.
Thank you, sir.
Minister, your twins.
Do you believe my family
was responsible in any way
for the illness
that befell yours?
I do not.
Good day.
What is it?
Hey, boy, what is it?
May I help you?
The worm is calling.
Unorganized territory,
Minnesota territory,
California, Mexican Cession,
Oregon territory.
- Very good, Emory.
- Thank you.
Now
Loa Boone.
Will you please show us
where the
Kingdom of Hawaii is?
Loa!
- You tripped her!
- Tane!
Tane! Tane!
Marcus!
That is enough!
Enough.
No!
Emory!
You sit down!
Back to your seat!
Tane!
To your seat!
Marcus, now!
I hate it here.
I won't stay.
You can't leave.
Where would you go?
Loa?
Sorry about what happened
at school.
Are you all right?
I'll speak to
your teacher tomorrow.
Was there any
good part of your day?
Either of you?
All right, we'll go over
your homework after supper.
They say the baby is
grotesque.
It has no eyes.
Be better
it had been stillborn.
A woman who had buried
two of her own
might have more sympathy.
I have sympathy
for the child,
not the mother.
Lord only knows what she's done
to deserve such a burden.
People think it's an omen.
It's not.
Where did she come from?
Why won't she say?
Her constant distress is an act.
Clearly she's not so timid
in the sheets.
You sound just like
your father, Alice.
Faith Pringle is a whore.
And whoever
whoever the father is
of that bastard child
is a coward.
Everybody.
Your attention, please.
Thank you for all this delicious
food and for sharing.
It's such a wonderful way
to remind us
how blessed we all are.
I have a few announcements
to make, but first,
we have a guest who would like
to say a few words.
Mr. Boone?
Please.
Don't let him.
- Is he mad?
- Please! Please.
Please give our guest
the respect of your attention.
Thank you.
Thank you, Minister Burroughs.
And thank you all
for giving me
a moment of your time.
My name is Charles Boone.
I came to Maine with a vision.
I intend to expand production
at the Boone sawmill
and to use its lumber
to build ships
along the Androscoggin.
Within two years, this yard
will produce cargo ships
with a steel hull,
powered by both sail and steam,
faster than any clipper at sea.
Now, what this means
for Preacher's Corners,
and for all of you
is prosperity.
He'll transport
our wealth to his.
That is not true, sir.
Let him speak, Samuel.
I understand there
is a lingering animosity
towards my family.
I can't take responsibility
for their misdeeds,
but I I can give you my word
that no further wrongs will
come from me or my children.
What about the illness?
What new diseases
do these Boones carry?
None, Madame.
- But we need work!
- And I need men.
Please,
don't let old prejudice
impede our shared progress.
I mean to build ships.
I'll pay 50 men top wage
to start this venture with me.
I'll be taking names,
tomorrow noon,
outside the tavern.
Good day. Thank you.
Thank you.
Minister Burroughs.
What brings you out so late?
Oh, I was told that
Faith Pringle had her child.
She did.
Is it true?
It is.
Faith.
It's Mr. Burroughs.
Come in.
Hey.
Hey, hey, hey.
I want to see our child.
It's because of me.
God punished me for the things
I did before we met.
Not my God.
Easy, child.
Easy, easy.
There are other gods, Martin.
It scares me
that something so wicked
could grow inside me.
Oh, never say that.
I know he's not the child
that we envisioned,
but he's ours.
It's God's will
that we be strong.
We have to be.
For him.
We have enough love between us
for this child, don't we?
I do.
So do I.
Then let's leave this place.
I've given birth,
we can go now,
far away
where they won't find me.
You're safe here.
You're wrong, Martin.
You don't know
what they're capable of.
Nothing good will come from
staying in Preacher's Corners.
We'll leave.
I'll take you and our child;
We'll go to California.
Now,
what shall we name him?
Mr. Boone.
Did everything go well?
Yes.
I mean, uh, I made my case.
I feel hopeful.
Oh, that's good.
I was just going
to pour myself a drink.
Thank you.
Much of my life I spent
building fortunes for others.
Whaling is lucrative
for those on top;
It exploits those below.
Especially the whale.
Him most of all.
Yes. Well, hopefully
with this new venture,
there's enough profit
for everyone.
I admire your ideals,
Mr. Boone.
Charles. Please.
It takes purpose
to break the paradigms
that others set for us.
As a woman, I know this well.
Purpose.
And what is yours, Miss Morgan?
I hope to support myself
through writing.
Fiction.
I find power and freedom
in words
that I don't always find
in life.
I haven't traveled the way
you and your children have,
but in my mind,
through invention, I do travel.
I suspected a scribe
in our midst.
Inky hand.
And a taste for whiskey.
We're fortunate to have you,
Miss Morgan.
Rebecca.
To purpose.
Purpose.
Blood calls blood calls
Blood calls blood.
It's coming.
The worm is calling.
Father!
Stay back.
Who's there?
It's a child.
Hello?
Is my papa here?
Is that the girl from town?
It's Susan Mallory.
She must be freezing.
Children, back away!
Back away!
Tane, get a blanket.
Where did she come from?
She must've walked from town.
Susan.
Susan, wake up.
Can you help me find Papa?
Susan!
Where am I?
- Where's Mother?
- You're okay.
I'll take her home.
I know where she lives.
- I'll go.
- It's best if I go alone.
Rebecca, she has the illness.
I know.
I have to get the girl home.
I'll be careful.
Okay.
It's okay.
You are no better than them!
Stay away from my family!
I'm sorry.
I hope Susan feels better.
What have they done
with my husband?!
What happens
to people with the illness?
They typically grow confused,
like the girl last night.
And then they tire,
and become bedridden.
And in some cases
They die?
Yes.
It sounds like consumption.
That's how our mother died.
Where, w-where are my shells?
I don't know.
- Where did you hide them?
- I didn't.
- I don't have 'em.
- I don't believe you.
Tane, those were Mom's shells.
If you're playing a game
on Loa, it's not
I didn't take 'em!
He doesn't have them, Loa.
Sit down and eat.
I can help you look
for them after school.
I'm sure they're around.
Faith, it's Alice Burroughs.
- Mrs. Burroughs.
- Good afternoon, Faith.
May I come in?
Oh, this poor thing.
What kind of a man
abandons a woman
and leaves her
with such a burden?
He's not a burden.
I'm I'm not here
to judge you, Faith.
I want to help.
I appreciate that.
I'm doing fine.
My husband has taken
an interest in your plight.
He's been kind.
As have others.
You shouldn't have
to raise your child alone.
Whoever the father is
must be held responsible
for his part in this.
Women in town talk.
Many are concerned
that it might have been
one of their husbands
who was tempted by your youth.
- It wasn't.
- But it was someone.
I can approach him for you.
Why would you protect
someone who's done this to you?
He doesn't love you, Faith.
My son needs only me.
But thank you for stopping by.
"Whoever conceals their sins
does not prosper,
"but the one who confesses
and renounces them
finds mercy."
What is this?
It's a project
of my own design.
You have leather and steel.
Can you make it?
I'll pay double to have it
done
by day's end, Mister, uh
Joseph. Palmer.
Thank you.
Captain Boone,
that pitch of yours
yesterday at the meeting?
It's what the town needs.
We all know it,
but we lived with Phillip
and Stephen Boone
and we lived with
your grandmother's silence.
You'll find it difficult
to change most minds.
Well
I hope you're wrong,
Mr. Palmer.
How much for the whale iron?
How dare you show your face
in this town!
My daughter is sick
with your illness!
My husband is missing!
- What have you done with him?
- I assure you, ma'am,
I don't know who
or where your husband is.
He lured my Susan
to Chapelwaite!
- She's under his spell!
- I did no such thing.
This!
This is the devil's book!
Don't put your names in it!
I am sorry for your troubles,
but I'm conducting
business here.
Don't touch me!
Leave us alone!
Leave us all alone!
Give up, Boone.
- You'll get no men from here.
- No thanks to you.
We don't want
your blood money.
The future of this town
The future of this town
has nothing to do with you.
You're a fool!
The only harm you'll do
is to the people
of Preacher's Corners!
Come on, come on!
- What's this?
- A costume.
For All Hallows' Eve.
I have one also.
We made them with Rebecca.
We're sorry
you had a tough day.
We know you probably don't want
to go back to town tonight,
but maybe we can have
our own celebration here?
We could stage a play.
I'll write a script.
Mm. What do you want to do?
You want to go to town?
Honor, go put your costume on.
Come on.
Hope we get lots of treats!
Loa.
The others are dressing
for Hallow's Eve.
I was thinking of you today.
I have something here
that I hope will
brighten your spirits.
I designed this for you.
May I?
It's lighter
with leather at the knee.
I think you'll find it
easier to maneuver.
Well, what do you think?
I hear there's a bit
of walking involved tonight.
It would be a fine chance
to try it.
Good
They're crawling out
of the woodwork, Mary.
Streets are filled
with all kinds of monsters.
You ready?
I'm a little tired.
I think I'll stay home.
Mm, why are you tired?
I've been working all day.
Are you running a fever?
It's not the illness.
- Mary
- I'm fine.
Now go protect the town from
all those ghosts and goblins.
Why do they give out
treats and money?
It's payment.
We're supposed to pray
for their departed loved ones
in exchange.
No one does.
It's all about the treats.
Can we try?
Yeah. Well, Honor, take
your sister and brother.
Don't forget my mother's
boarding house.
She gives out chocolates.
Watch them!
She's moving much better.
I wish I was able
to mend her feelings
as well as her leg.
Her heart is broken.
I was about her age
when my father left us.
Loa just needs to know
that her feelings are normal,
and that you love her,
and that she's safe.
May we have a treat?
I'm sorry.
You'll have to move along.
Go on now.
We'll try next door.
Did we do something wrong?
I didn't know these people
were capable of fun.
Well, don't let them beat you.
You have good ideas
for this town,
even if they think
you might be crazy.
Why do they think that?
Well, anyone who spends time
in Chapelwaite
is either a lunatic or
runs the risk of becoming one.
It's just a rumor,
Mr. Boone.
I mean, isn't that
what ambitions are:
A form of madness?
Isn't a sliver of lunacy
what it takes
to dream beyond
the realm of the ordinary?
I suppose you're right.
- Thank you.
- There you are.
Thank you.
- Stop it!
- That'll lighten you up!
Let go of me!
You want to apologize
to these people?
I ain't apologizin'
for shite, darkie.
My pa says
I'm gonna get my pa.
He's gonna fix
you filthy Boones!
Do all you sailors
punch that hard?
Do all you farm boys
fall that easy?
Able.
I work for your father.
Is Papa here?
No, sweetheart.
He'll be here soon.
Stephen will bring him.
I'm sure he will.
Stephen?
We have to wait.
Here they come.
That's him at the window.
Let him in, Mama.
Papa's here
with my friend Stephen.
She's dead!
My girl is dead!
My baby is gone!
God have mercy.
Where's my husband?
Edward!
Edward!
Find the children.
Get them somewhere safe.
- What happened here?
- Edward!
Susan Mallory passed.
It was a Boone!
Stephen Boone killed my baby!
Rose, please. Stephen Boone's
been dead over a year.
He's back!
It was Stephen Boone!
- She said so herself.
- She never said that.
The child was delirious.
She saw him!
Stephen Boone!
- Clearly this woman needs help.
- Dig him up!
Enough now!
This is insanity.
- Prove it.
- I see you, sir.
I see what you're doing here.
Stephen Boone lives!
We all know what they did!
The Boones made an unholy pact
for that house and land.
They're all cursed!
And we are too!
If you all believe
this is true,
then there really is
no hope for this town.
On my life,
you will never know peace!
On
Go home.
Hallows' Eve is over.
George?
George?
Everyone in the house.
Are you all right,
Mr. Boone?
Rebecca, put the children
to bed straight away.
- Father!
- Do as you're told.
Come on.
Everyone to their rooms.
You heard your father.
You want peace?
You want to see if he lies
where he should?
My God.
On your life,
I swear I'll drag
the son of a bitch
down Main Street and plant him
on the church steps.