Dickinson (2019) s01e06 Episode Script

How's she doing? Not too good.
Been in bed almost a week now.
I suppose if it's her time, then it's her time.
The Lord takes who he wants.
Sure does.
- Maggie, I'll take that upstairs.
- Oh, no.
I don't mind.
I said I'd take it.
Very good, sir.
[KNOCK AT DOOR.]
- [MOANS.]
- [EDWARD SIGHS.]
How is your head? Aching.
It's like thunder.
Oh.
Well, I've ordered the whole house silent.
Here.
Please try to eat.
There you go.
So, Dr.
Brewster will be here by the early afternoon.
I don't think that's necessary.
You're all peaked and ashen.
Oh.
I'm not taking any chances.
Get some sleep.
["FEELING GOOD" PLAYING.]
[SONG CONTINUES.]
[RECORD SCRATCHES, SONG STOPS.]
Damn.
Mrs.
Boltwood's cousin just passed from yellow fever.
It's going around.
Emily doesn't have yellow fever.
She has a headache.
Don't get yourself all worked up until the doctor's had a look at her.
[KNOCK AT DOOR.]
Oh, good.
He's here.
Who's here? The doctor isn't expected until this afternoon.
It's not the doctor.
It's the portrait painter, Thomas Elliot Moody.
I'm sitting for him today.
A painter? Heavens.
Send him away.
Mother, no! Do you know how long I've waited to get a session with him? He's already done all of the girls in Amherst.
He just finished Jane Humphrey's portrait last week.
He makes everyone look so beautiful.
I have to sit for him.
He can return another day.
- Wha - When Emily's health has improved.
There won't be another day.
He sails to Europe next week.
Your vanity astonishes me, Lavinia.
Um mm Thank you.
Your sister is ill.
Which means there are extra chores to be done - and you'll need to tend to her.
- That is not fair.
It's always about Emily.
You want me to tend to her so I can get sick too and die without ever having a beautiful portrait painted of me? It'll be like I never even existed at all.
[POUNDING AT DOOR.]
Should I let him in? He's got a very assertive knock.
I shall leave that decision to your conscience.
Okay, so I'll do it.
[LIGHT CLATTERING IN KITCHEN.]
[DISH SHATTERS.]
[MAGGIE.]
Consarn it.
- Need some help? - Oh! Who are you? My name's Ben.
Where did you come from? Worcester.
That's not what you were asking.
Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you.
I'm Benjamin Newton, your father's new law clerk.
And I'm helping him out until the election.
And if he wins keeping up his office here.
You must be one of his daughters.
Lavinia? Emily.
Your father said you've been sick.
Oh.
Right.
[COUGHS.]
- [CONTINUES COUGHING.]
- Mm.
I just needed a book.
From up there? Yeah.
That's my shelf.
I'd think that your shelf would be a bit lower.
Or in your own room.
My father buys me books, then begs me not to read them.
He fears they joggle the mind.
Bit of a mixed message.
Let me grab it for you.
It's that one right there.
The green one.
Emerson.
Cool.
"In the long sunny afternoon The plain was full of ghosts I wandered up, I wandered down" "Beset by pensive hosts" Dirge.
I love that one.
It's spooky, right? Most people quote love poems.
Nah, I prefer a dirge.
It's like a different kind of love poem.
Yeah.
So, you read a lot of poetry? As much as I can.
But a lot of what's called poetry isn't really poetry, you know? What do you mean? See if I read a book and it makes my whole body so cold no fire can warm me, then I know that is poetry.
If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.
These are the only ways I know it.
Is there any other way? Well um here you go.
Thanks.
So, is your wife here in Amherst too or will you travel back to Worcester to see her? Oh, um uh, yes.
Uh, either way.
Well, I should get back to bed.
I'm not sick.
Okay.
I'm just pretending.
Why would you pretend to be sick? So I can write.
I'm a writer.
Actually I'm a poet.
I had a feeling.
Maybe you'll let me read one of your poems some time.
Would you like to? Only if it takes the top of my head off.
[CHUCKLES SOFTLY.]
Please don't tell my dad, okay? About me not being sick.
Solemn oath.
- [CARRIAGE APPROACHES.]
- [HORSE WHINNIES.]
Oh, shit.
That's the doctor.
- Can you get upstairs without - I'm invisible.
Do I look pretty? Please remain still.
Will you make sure to make me look pwump? Excuse me? I can't understand you.
Pwump.
What are you trying to say? Plump.
I wanna look plump.
It's fashionable, you know, no one wants to look skinny.
I will paint the truth.
The truth? And how is your stool? Fine.
Thank you.
How's yours? And your vision? Any spots? Or strange hallucinations? Not any more than usual.
Do you often hallucinate? No.
Just, sometimes I see See what? Death.
It was not Death, for I stood up And all the Dead, lie down - That's good.
I gotta write that down.
- Oh, just lie down.
Just lie down, my dear.
Try to rest.
There's never an easy way to put this.
Your daughter is going to die.
No.
God, no.
Her symptoms are spotty.
But as there've been more than 100 reported cases of yellow fever within a mile of Amherst, I'm quite comfortable making that diagnosis.
I knew it.
Mrs.
Boltwood's cousin.
- "Tell all" - [EMILY.]
Tell all the truth "The truth" But tell it slant - Dammit, isn't there something you can give her? Some medicine, some balm, something? What about leeches? I hear those have been effective in many cases.
They really haven't.
Dear God.
I'm terribly sorry, Mr.
Dickinson.
My examination makes clear the disease has already advanced to her brain.
There's nothing more that any of us can do.
Can't we just try the leeches? [FOOTSTEPS ASCENDING.]
[KNOCKING.]
[SIGHS.]
Oh.
Emily.
[WATER POURS.]
- [MOANS SOFTLY.]
- Does that feel good, my darling? Thank you, Mother.
Oh, my poor child.
This is all my fault.
No.
No, it isn't.
Yes.
This all comes from my side of the family.
I'm afraid you got the Norcross constitution.
Frail.
Susceptible.
I'll be all right.
My daughter, I must unburden myself of this long-kept secret.
Maybe don't.
When I was a student at Yale, there was a night.
One heady night.
A party.
There was an abundance of cherry rum and one of our most respectable professors stripped himself naked and ran across the green.
I know I've failed you as a mother, Emily.
Seriously, don't worry about it.
You're fine.
The truth is, I never really wanted children.
Mom! You didn't? No.
I must admit that I partook.
On top of the rum there were oysters.
I binged upon them late into the evening.
So many oysters.
I was intoxicated.
And then those wicked bivalves overtook me.
There was a girl.
Dad, it's okay.
Her name was Lucinda.
She was a maid.
Much older than I.
And although I was betrothed to your mother, I succumbed.
But then I married your father and one thing led to another.
And then the three of you were born.
And now here you are in this awful state.
And and You realize it was all worth it? No.
I realize I was right.
It's pure agony.
No one, no one should have to bury a child.
[SOBS.]
I have tried, I have always tried to set a good example for you children.
What the f Are you sure this is a good idea? Messing around with everybody's emotions? - If I can finish one poem, - [BEE INHALES.]
then, yes.
[EXHALES.]
Whoa.
Are you finished already? I've finished the face.
The rest is a rough study.
May I see? If you like.
Oh.
Not to your liking? It's just I wanted to look better.
You look just like this.
Couldn't you have made me prettier? I paint what I see.
You want something different? Paint it yourself.
[EMILY.]
Success in Circuit lies Too bright for our infirm Delight [CLATTERING ON WINDOW.]
I don't know if you'll like Emerson's essays as much as his poems.
But they've certainly made an impression on me.
Did you underline this? Maybe.
"Our life is an apprenticeship to the truth that around every circle another can be drawn; that there is no end in nature, but every end is a beginning; that there is always another dawn risen on mid-noon, and under every deep a lower deep opens".
Hm.
Speaking of truth I'm not actually married.
But you wear a ring.
It was my father's and I started wearing it to remember him by.
And then I discovered that it helped to stop the prying questions and the endless set-ups from a thousand Mrs.
Dickinsons.
- Wow.
- No offense to your mom.
Oh, none taken.
Lot of power in a little gold band.
A wedding ring as freedom.
That's a new one.
Marriage itself is a bit old-fashioned, don't you think? "Take this woman to have and to hold".
Just sounds a little like Imprisonment? - Exactly.
- Yeah.
So, you don't want children? I love children.
Other people's.
But if I had my own I wouldn't have any time to read.
I feel like you are reciting my own thoughts.
[LAUGHS.]
Struck a chord, huh? The whole piano.
[BOTH LAUGH.]
You ever swim in this lake? - My father doesn't let me.
- Why not? He's afraid I'll get sick.
Well, it's too late now.
You're already dying.
True.
That water, it looks tempting.
"Tempting"? I bet it's freezing.
Well - I bet it warms up.
- [LAUGHS.]
["FEVER FOR YOU" PLAYING.]
- [BEN LAUGHS.]
- Whoo! Oh, my God.
Whoo! [BEN.]
Oh! Whoo.
Too bright Too bright Too bright for our infirm Delight The Truth's superb surprise - [SIGHS.]
- [KNOCK AT DOOR.]
Hey.
Can I come in? Yeah.
Your hair.
It's damp.
Night sweats.
Yeah.
The doctor said there isn't any hope.
Oh, there's, there's always hope.
I can't imagine life without you, Emily.
Do you remember that time we put on the bumblebee opera? Yeah.
That was a pretty fun waste of an afternoon.
We hummed for so long I got a sore throat.
You were very committed to that performance.
And nobody's as fun as you, Em.
I don't wanna lose you.
Austin, you won't.
I've already lost Sue.
Now you could go too.
I thought Sue was writing to you.
She only wrote once.
You said twice.
I lied.
I'm sure she misses you.
Are you? I'm not.
[SIGHS.]
I'm sorry.
This is so selfish of me, going on and on, spending what could be your last hours like this.
Just whining about some girl.
I understand.
And she's not just "some girl", she's Sue.
Yeah.
Sue.
I don't understand her.
But I know I love her.
Because, somehow, I love not understanding her.
I'd rather spend the rest of my life not understanding Sue than marry someone who made sense to me.
Does that make any sense? [EMILY CHUCKLES.]
Yeah.
I think I get it.
Emily, can you please, please not die? [KNOCK AT DOOR.]
I finished it.
I want you to read it.
[EMILY SIGHS.]
No, don't open it now! Not while I'm in here.
Okay.
Read it when I'm gone.
You mean when you're dead? Dude, no, I mean, like, when I'm in the other room.
Oh.
[LAUGHS.]
Gotcha.
Will do.
Now, I have to go make a miraculous recovery.
[DOOR OPENS, CLOSES.]
Would anyone like some tea? Tea sounds nice.
Do we have any peppermint? It's a ghost! No, Mother.
It's actually me.
Emily, shouldn't you be in bed? It's the most amazing thing.
I woke up this morning and the headache was gone.
I don't feel dizzy, no more sweats, I feel wonderful.
Told you she didn't have yellow fever.
Praise be.
Let's get some food into you.
Something that'll stick to your ribs.
I'm sorry if I scared you, Mom.
Yes, well, it's good you're out of bed.
Now you can go wash the sheets.
It's okay, Dad.
- I'm not gonna die.
- [EXHALES.]
Well, I will one day.
But probably not for, like, a long, long time.
He likes the poem.
He likes it not.
He likes it.
He likes it not.
Who cares if he likes it? He's going to like it, right? Emily? Sue? Is it really you? Not a figment of my imagination? I'm real.
But you're out of bed.
Yeah.
Up and at 'em.
Feeling good.
But in your letter you said you were sick.
I was feeling fatigued.
Your letter said you were dying.
Well, I was dying.
Of loneliness.
Because you weren't writing me back.
That's not what you wrote.
Haven't you ever heard of a metaphor? Dying isn't a metaphor.
Not to me.
Everyone in my family died.
I take death literally.
And you scared me.
You really scared me.
I'm sorry.
Emily, whe When I got your letter, the one that said you were sick, I realized you're the only one I have.
Without you, I might as well not exist here.
You're the only one who truly loves me.
That's not true.
- It is.
- No.
My brother loves you.
What? Austin came to my bedside when I was sick.
Or when I was not sick.
He confided in me.
About you.
About how he feels.
And, Sue, he adores you.
And I think you should marry him.
[EMILY.]
Tell all the truth but tell it slant - Success in Circuit lies Too bright for our infirm Delight The Truth's superb surprise As Lightning to the Children eased With explanation kind The Truth must dazzle gradually Or every man be blind - Sue? Austin.
What are you doing here? I came back.
But for who? For you.
["UNDO" PLAYING.]