Ghostwriter (2019) s01e11 Episode Script

[WIND WHISTLING]
All the infections that the sun sucks up
from bogs, fens, flats,
[SIGHS] on Prosper fall and
make him by inch-meal a disease!
Hey, Ruben. Wait up.
Not now, Donna. I have to change.
This costume's really itchy.
Well, I did suggest cotton.
How did I do?
Not bad for a dress rehearsal.
But I still think
you're not scary enough.
Really? I tried to tap
into my inner rage.
That was rage? Okay.
Maybe try a little harder.
I gotta go.
Don't forget, we're meeting
up at the bookstore at 3:40.
3:40? That's oddly specific.
Chevon's schedule is
hard to work around.
Why are we meeting again?
To discuss whether or
not we tell your grandpa
your grandma lied about
the money for the bookstore.
You know where I stand on that.
Grandpa doesn't need to know.
That's why it's up for discussion.
Okay. I'll see you at 3:40.
[SIGHS]
[FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING]
Hey. You didn't come to
Morgan's party yesterday.
- What's up with that?
- I wasn't feeling well.
You look fine to me.
[COUGHS]
I'm not the one you have to convince.
Morgan was seriously upset
that you didn't come yesterday.
And Katie said that you
blew off a movie last week.
It's not a big deal,
Ellie. I paid her back.
I've just been really
busy with a mystery.
With what?
- The mysteries of life.
- Right. Life.
Whatever. Just stop
ditching us all the time.
One time.
You better not forget
my sleepover on Friday.
Why would I forget that?
What is that thing
you're always carrying?
It's just a book.
Gotta go.
Bye.
[EXHALES]
[MAN] You're making
a big mistake, Ernie.
Why do you wanna buy this place anyway?
To tear it down and build
another ugly coffee shop?
- No, thanks.
- Think about it.
McNulty down the street, he's
very happy retiring to Florida.
He even has a boat.
Well, if you change your mind,
you know where to find me.
[DOOR OPENS, BELL JINGLES]
Ruben's not here.
That's fine. We'll wait
for him in the back.
Everything okay?
Yep. No complaints.
3:47. Ruben's seven minutes late.
Eight. I hope he has a good excuse.
He probably realized these
meetings are a waste of time.
Which is what I've
been trying to tell you.
[CHEVON] Sorry, Donna,
but I'm with Curtis.
We literally have
nothing new to discuss.
If the ghost wants our help, she's
gonna have to throw us a bone.
I'm gonna call Ruben.
Hey, it's Ruben. Leave
a message after the beep.
Voice mail.
[CHEVON] Maybe he's still at school.
Didn't you have a dress rehearsal today?
Yeah. So?
Don't they usually have
meetings after rehearsal?
They do.
You're probably
supposed to be there too.
You're probably right. I can't
believe I let this slip. Bye.
So, since we're already here,
do you want to work on our assignment?
I feel like I'm stranded on
Treasure Island. But sure.
Huh.
[PHONE BUZZING]
[BUZZING]
Ruben?
Ruben?
[WATER TRICKLING]
[RUBEN] Um
Um
I don't know who you are
or why you brought me here,
but we can discuss this.
Be calm.
I entreat you to hear me before
you give vent to your hatred.
Huh?
[GROANS]
[CURTIS] Um
What? Why do you keep looking at me?
Nothing. It's nothing.
It's not nothing.
You're still mad because
you think I'm not working hard
enough on this assignment.
I'm not mad. I'm worried.
Your grade's gonna be fine.
Not about my grade.
I have something to tell you.
When Raine was here there was
a sparkle on your homework.
And I guess I watched it.
[SIGHS] You have no
boundaries. You know that?
I'm sorry.
I thought you lied about how
much work you put into this.
But then I saw how hard you were trying.
I just wanna help.
Wow. When did you become
the school counselor?
- Curtis, I think
- [PHONE BUZZING]
What, Donna?
Ruben's not here. All his things
are here. I don't know where he is.
Okay. Calm down. We'll be right over.
Hey, Ruben! Donna!
I can't find him anywhere.
There must be a logical explanation.
And I'm sure you have it?
Look.
It's about time.
Good to see you, Ghost Writer.
"O, C, H, N, Ca, P, K, S,
Na, Cl, Mg".
"Ocnacaps" I can't even say it.
Maybe it's another language.
Or maybe we need to
rearrange the letters.
"Posak clonch"?
Those aren't even words.
Wait. These aren't letters.
They're elements.
You're right. We studied
this in chemistry.
O is for "oxygen" and C is for "carbon".
Oxygen, carbon, hydrogen, nitrogen,
calcium, phosphorous, potassium,
sulfur, sodium, chlorine, and magnesium.
Show-off.
I got it. These are the elements
that make up the human body.
Maybe it's just a coincidence?
This is the ghost. No such
thing as a coincidence.
She's trying to tell us something.
Maybe she's trying to tell us
that she wants us to
combine the elements.
What? It's not like we're really
gonna be able to create a human body.
[CHEVON] I'm guessing he's
not our new science teacher.
Who are you children?
This is not a safe place.
You must leave.
It's school. What's not safe about it?
Also, who are you?
I'm Victor Frankenstein.
Did you say "Frankenstein"?
As in "Dr. Frankenstein"?
Wait. I thought
Frankenstein was a monster.
You've seen him too?
- Wait. Are you talking about
- My monster. No one is safe.
Okay, calm down.
He must be from a book.
Just figure it out.
So, do you have a name?
I'm Ruben.
My creator abandoned me unnamed.
It was only one of his many errors.
Well, why don't you tell
me about where you're from?
It is with considerable difficulty
that I remember the
original era of my being.
All of the events of that period
are confused and indistinct.
I think what you're saying is
you don't remember being born.
I have searched far
and wide for my creator.
I wish for him to bestow upon me
the same kindness he bestows
upon his mortal friends.
This creator guy. What's his name?
His name is Frankenstein.
Frankenstein?
Now it all makes sense.
Has your creator also abandoned you?
Uh, no.
I'm pretty sure my creator's
making dinner at home right now.
I'm also pretty sure she's gonna
start to wonder where I am.
I've never dreamed that I would
encounter a monster like yourself.
What do you mean?
Your hideousness mirrors my own.
It is the first time in my existence
that I have encountered
a being such as I.
Oh!
You think I'm a monster like you.
I'm playing Caliban in the school play.
He's the monster from The Tempest.
You lie.
Oh, no. Look. It's all fake. See?
It cannot be. It must not be.
I have no mask to remove.
I am fated to be alone and
miserable for the rest of my life!
Uh, Doctor? What you doing there?
I wanted to create a
solution to calm the Monster.
But it's useless. This
laboratory is for children.
I'm still confused.
You're Frankenstein,
but he's not a monster.
Everyone thinks
Frankenstein is the Monster,
but it's actually the doctor
who made the Monster.
That's all I know. We
should read the book.
What we do know is that
there's a monster on the loose,
which, not gonna lie, freaks me out.
It's scary but also super exciting.
A monster could storm in here at
any second. Talk about tension.
Children, I beseech you. Get
yourselves away from this place.
The Monster's not a congenial being.
Already he has taken one child.
Ruben.
What did this child look like?
He was of your age but outfitted
in a thespian's garments.
- Thespian?
- An actor.
His Caliban costume.
It's definitely Ruben.
We need to find him.
I'm afraid to say it, but the
creature was fleeing with him.
Fleeing? Where to?
He was descending the stairs.
I gave chase, but, alas,
my fears overtook me.
"Descending the stairs".
Basement. Let's go.
It's from his costume.
I didn't mean to hurt your feelings.
I am destined to a life of loneliness.
You don't know that.
Your efforts to comfort me are futile.
[CLATTERING IN THE DISTANCE]
Stay here. I shall return momentarily.
Ruben, are you okay?
Come on. Hurry. Curtis
is creating a diversion.
Thank you. You children have amazed me.
How courageous of you
to rescue your friend.
I don't scare easily,
but that monster
- You messed up, man.
- I know.
It was foolish of me to think it
was in my power to create life.
I regret it every moment.
Just try not to be so hard on yourself.
We'll come and check on you tomorrow.
Thank you.
Yep. Blank.
Why would your grandma
release a monster?
I'm sure she has her reasons.
Maybe she just enjoys scaring people.
Well, we need to read the book
and pick this up tomorrow.
I don't know how I feel
about going to school
with a monster on the loose.
It's okay. Just remember, he's a
fictional character from a book.
Yeah. I really think my grandma
wouldn't release him if
he was gonna hurt us.
I hope you're right.
Chevon. Working through lunch again.
Oh, it's okay, Mr. Mendoza.
I ate already.
You seem to be really getting into
this Treasure Island assignment.
Where's your partner?
Oh, Curtis is done with his half.
Looks like you're doing
a lot of rewriting.
Just touching it up.
I hope you're not doing
Curtis's work for him.
This is a partnership.
It's not like that.
Curtis has some great ideas.
He's really been trying.
But?
Mr. Mendoza, I think something's
going on with Curtis.
What's this?
Just a little surprise.
Pajamas?
For the sleepover.
We're all gonna wear them in the
morning when we go for pancakes.
And Katie's bringing over
some scary movies.
Hope you can handle monsters.
Oh, right. The sleepover.
There's still a lot to plan.
Sounds like you have it under control.
Are you kidding me? What about the menu?
You promised you'd handle that.
When did I promise that?
This was your idea, remember?
You said, "Let's have a
sleepover for your birthday
with matching pajamas, and
scary movies and a special menu".
That does sound like me.
Okay. I'm gonna go get some water,
and we'll discuss the menu.
Hey. That's private.
Are you and Curtis in
some kind of secret
mystery club with Chevon and Ruben?
No, of course not.
Really? 'Cause on page
one it literally says
the four of you were chosen
for a secret mystery.
It's nothing. Seriously.
We never used to keep
secrets from each other.
I don't understand what's such a
big deal that you can't tell me.
I thought we were best friends.
I just can't.
You know what? Fine. I don't care.
Don't worry about
coming to the sleepover.
I know you have more
important things to do.
Only real friends wear matching pajamas.
Ellie, wait.
Okay, I'll tell you. But
it's kind of a crazy story.
I don't know why I'm here. We
already talked about everything.
I just thought it would
be a good idea to check in.
Unfortunately, your grades are
showing very little improvement.
It's been a tough year.
I guess I'm pretty beat up
about the whole divorce and everything.
Honey, is that true?
We thought you were
doing okay with things.
There must be something more going on.
Mr. Mendoza told me
you're having a hard time
with your latest assignment.
What did he say?
We know how hard you're working on it.
It's very possible that the reason
you're struggling at school
isn't completely because
of the changes at home.
We'd like to set up a meeting
with the school's psychologist.
- What?
- Curtis, I know you're upset.
But Ms. Fletcher's only trying to help.
We just wanna get a better sense on
how you learn so we can help you shine.
I don't understand.
The school psychologist wants
to see how you read and write.
You know, stuff like that.
It's okay to need extra help.
[SIGHS]
How many times has Jim Sullivan
been in here trying to buy the store?
[CHUCKLES] I lost track.
The guy's relentless.
Why does he want it so badly?
He's been buying up properties
all over the neighborhood.
Wants to build new
stores and restaurants.
Well, he must be able to pay a lot.
I mean, if Mr. McNulty
sold the dry cleaners
for enough money to
buy a boat in Florida,
maybe you should at
least hear his offer.
Ha! You sound as bad as him.
Dad, business is slow.
At least think about it.
You could buy a boat.
I have no interest in moving to Florida.
I'm not gonna sell out and
watch him ruin this neighborhood.
- Your mom and I built this place together.
- But
I'm sorry. But I have values.
I couldn't live with myself.
I know. You're a very proud man.
But you can't pay the bills with values.
[GROANS]
[DOOR OPENS, BELL JINGLES]
- Hey, Mom. Grandpa.
- Hey, kids.
Uh, Grandpa and I are
running out to the store.
Do you guys need anything?
- Uh no. We're good.
- Maybe some plums.
What? I'm here all the time.
I get hungry. And she asked.
We'll be back in a bit with plums.
- Should we wait on Curtis?
- I wouldn't.
My parents wanna have
a big talk with him.
Who knows how long it'll take?
So, I tried to read the
book, but it's super hard.
It's written like how they speak.
Well, I read it.
And I have a theory on why
Ghost Writer sent them here.
Okay. So in the book, before Dr.
Frankenstein makes the Monster,
he talks about ghosts. I marked it.
"The raising of ghosts was a promise
liberally accorded by
my favorite authors.
The fulfillment of which
I most eagerly sought".
See why I couldn't get through it?
The point is, he knows about ghosts.
Maybe he can help us
speak to your grandma.
Let's go talk to him.
Did you tell Mr. Mendoza
I messed up our assignment?
I didn't tell on you.
I was covering for you.
Mr. Mendoza thought you
weren't doing the work.
You have to stick your nose
in everyone's business.
- Yo, what's going on with you two?
- [TOGETHER] Nothing.
What did Mom and Dad
wanna talk to you about?
[SIGHS] Nothing.
Okay, then. Why don't we talk about
something we all can agree on?
Like Frankenstein.
So, Dr. Frankenstein, we're wondering:
Do you have any experience with ghosts?
Ah! A favorite subject of mine.
You see, as a scientist, I've
long searched for a theory
to explain the mysteries
of the supernatural world.
- So, do you have one?
- I have many.
You see, once I brought that
hideous creature to life,
it has consumed me completely.
All of my other studies and
experiments have been sacrificed.
Okay, so you don't
know much about ghosts.
What about lying grandmothers?
Do you know anything about that?
We don't know she was lying.
Your concerns are
misguided, my young friends.
Rather than chasing ghosts,
we should be formulating a
plan to destroy the Monster.
Well, we haven't seen him
all day. Maybe he's gone.
[DOOR RATTLING]
- [HANDLE RATTLING]
- [BELL JINGLING]
[MONSTER] Creator!
It is he. We must leave.
My creator, I have found you.
Hideous creature, leave me
in peace. Leave me. I beg you!
[YELLS]
My creator! You must not abandon
me. I only wish to speak to you.
I will not hear it.
I will not speak with you!
[GROWLS]
Creator!
I don't think this is
gonna have a happy ending.
[THUNDERCLAP]