02x08 - The Lantern Man

Episode transcripts for the TV show "Little Men". Aired: November 7, 1998 – December 17, 1999.*
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Based on Louisa May Alcott's book "Little Men", the sequel to "Little Women", this show chronicles the heroic struggles of Jo Bhaer as she attempts to manage Plumfield, a boarding school for boys in Concord, Massachusetts.
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02x08 - The Lantern Man

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Jo: what do you mean, you didn't like it?

Pride and prejudice is a wonderful novel.

I thought you'd love it.

Nan: it was boring, and on and on.

What about you?

Well... Mrs. Jo, it's kind of slow in some parts.

Yeah, like from the beginning to the end.

All right then. For your next reading assignment,

I'll let you choose the book.

Emil: really?

Dan: any book we want?

Jo: any book you want.

Nan: something short.

Jo: not too short.

Tommy: something with not too many words too.

Well, you know, seein' that halloween's comin' up,

Why don't we read a scary story?

Nan: yeah!

Well, that's a great idea, nat.

How about we read frankenstein?

-What's frankenstein? -Nat: nan, you'd love it.

The story's about a scientist

Who makes this monster out of body parts.

Then he brings it back to life,

And it goes around k*lling people.

Nan: that's sounds great. I wanna read frankenstein.

All right, then. We'll start first thing...

[ Knocking at the door ]

You expectin' somebody?

No.

[ ♪♪ ]

I'm looking for mrs. Jo bhaer.

That's me. I'm jo bhaer.

My name is abel jennings.

Is there some place we could talk in private?

Of course.

I have traveled from baltimore to see you.

Baltimore.

That's quite a trip.

In town, they said you were married,

That you were no longer josephine march.

That's right. I married several years ago.

And your husband?

My husband d*ed last year.

Why have you come here to see me?

I read your book. It pierced my heart.

Thank you.

You traveled all this way just to tell me that?

Yes.

Well, that's very nice.

I am dying, mrs. Bhaer.

I'm sorry.

Cancer.

My doctors concur that I am to live another year at most.

And that...

Is why I have come to see you.

Me? Why?

I'd like to commission you to write the story of my life.

[ ♪♪ ]

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Jo: he said that he'd read several authors,

Looking for the right voice to tell his story.

Meg: and he chose you. Jo, how flattering!

Jo: yes. It is.

Amy: will you have the time?

Jo: I don't know.

Asia's gone to philadelphia

For two weeks, to visit her aunt.

That won't make things any easier.

And I told him about how I'm teaching the children now.

But he didn't seem to mind.

He said he'd work at whatever pace I wanted.

Amy: well, you can't work too slowly.

Didn't you just say that he was dying?

Yes. His doctors say that

He has about a year to live at most.

And he wants to devote whatever time

He has left to this book.

This is his last goal to achieve.

Poor man.

Well, what did you say?

I told him that I wanted a day to think about it.

I mean, I don't even know the man.

He's very peculiar.

Sombre.

And he has this huge scar

Accross the front of his face.

Meg: well, perhaps you should make some inquiries.

I already did.

First thing this morning, I sent a telegram

To the postmaster in baltimore.

He wired me back. And apparently,

There is a prominent businessman

Named abel jennings living in baltimore.

Meg: well, then, he's legitimate.

What kind of business?

I don't know. He didn't say.

Meg: well, that can be the first question you ask him

When you begin writing his story.

Jo: you really think I should do this?

Jo, the man loved your book.

But I've never written anything like this.

You did say yourself it was quite an offer.

Jo: it is.

It's just that...

Well, it's been so long since I wrote my book.

And other than my journals, I haven't written anything since.

Jo, you're a wonderful writer.

And just because you haven't written anything in a while,

Doesn't mean you've lost your creative touch.

Meg's right.

And from the way that you've already described this man,

He sounds like quite an interesting character.

I wonder how he got that scar on his face.

Yes, I wonder that too.

What do you think of this mask?

You look scarier without it.

That trunk's been sitting in our garret for years now.

I thought you might find something interesting in it.

This is great, mr. Laurie.

I think this is all we need for halloween.

Well, choose carefully, nat.

You're going to need a very gruesome costume this year.

We all are.

Why?

Well, because this halloween is going to be a blue moon.

What's a blue moon?

Second full moon of the month.

Doesn't happen very often.

No, it doesn't.

And when it occurs in concord on halloween night...

We all know what that means.

We do?

It means the return of the lantern man.

Who's the lantern man?

He lived here over years ago,

Before the revolutionary w*r,

On these very streets in concord.

He was hideous...

And wicked...

Frightened all the children and parents alike.

Sounds like that man who came here last night.

Laurie: no one knew anything about him,

Not even his name.

His sole possession was this old lantern

He carried everywhere with him.

That's how he became known as the lantern man.

But then one night,

Halloween night,

The night of the blue moon,

The lantern man was found dead

In the middle of the street,

The glowing lantern still clutched in his bony hand.

The town folks took his body to the graveyard,

And buried him in a hard-to-find grave simply marked "unknown.&Quot;

But unfortunately for the good people of concord,

This wasn't the end of the story.

It was just the beginning.

Because ever since then,

When halloween falls on the night of the blue moon,

The lantern man rises out of his grave

To seek revenge on the town that shunned him.

And that...

My friends, is why you're going to need

A very scary costume this year;

To frighten away the lantern man.

What are you doing here?

Oh, I was just dropping off the trunk full of costumes

I was telling you about.

Mrs. Jo, you ever hear about the lantern man?

The lantern man.

Now, who told you about that?

Mr. Laurie.

Well, is it true? Did he really exist?

It's doubtful. It's one of those old legends that people love to tell.

Oh, they asked.

We heard about it we were children.

In fact, I went to the cemetery to look for his grave.

Really? Did you ever find it?

No.

Well, just because you didn't find it doesn't mean he didn't exist.

He's got a point there.

Nat: hey look! Henry david thoreau's grave.

Hawthorne.

That's nathaniel hawthorne.

He's a famous writer too.

Was.

Well, that's it.

We've checked every grave in the whole cemetery.

I guess if mrs. Jo couldn't find it, we can't either.

Nan: we checked every inch of that cemetery.

Laurie: inside the cemetery?

Is that where you looked?

Oh, no, no, no, no.

They... They did not bury him inside the cemetery grounds.

No, he was too wicked for that.

They buried him in the woods, beyond the cemetery.

That's another reason why the, uh...

The ghost is mad.

Listen, I'll let you in on a little secret.

I haven't told anyone, not even jo.

'Cause I didn't want to frighten her.

But I've seen the grave with my own eyes.

-You have? -Yes.

It's out in the woods. Hard to spot.

But I'll show it to you if you'd like.

-Sure. Let's go. -No!

Well, I mean, i-i can't right now.

I have an urgent meeting to attend to, and...

But after work, I'll take you out and show you. All right?

-All right. -Great. -Sure.

Mrs. Bhaer.

Mr. Jennings.

Beautiful, isn't it?

My latest design.

Oh, you made it.

You make knives.

Not just knives. All manner of fine cutlery.

Even... Swords and daggers.

Daggers.

That's very interesting.

Have you come to tell me your decision?

Of course.

I-i-i've decided to accept your offer.

I would be honored to write your life story.

I'm very pleased.

When would you like to begin?

Late evenings would be preferable for me.

Late evenings.

I find I'm most at ease when the rest of the world sleeps.

I see.

Tonight, then?

Tonight.

Very well. I look forward to it.

Laurie: right this way.

It's not much further.

There it is.

I don't believe it.

Tommy: is this his real grave?

Laurie: ah, that's right.

This is no grave.

W-what?

This stone's brand new.

-What are you talking about? -Well, just look.

There's still pieces of dust and stone

From where the guy carved the letters.

Hardly any dirt on it.

He was probably in a hurry.

Laurie: [ chuckle ]

I mean, this...

This was a...

That wasn't worth the price I paid for it, that's for sure.

I'm sorry. You caught me.

I mean, I was just trying to have a little fun.

Hey, what's that?

[ ♪♪ ]

Now, that's a grave marker.

-You found it? -Laurie: yes!

There it was, right there on the ground.

Yeah, but you had to look closely,

'Cause there was a lot of dirt and stuff coverin' it.

Laurie: I couldn't believe it.

It's true, mrs. Jo. There really was a lantern man.

Laurie: all this time, we thought it was make-believe.

But I mean... I mean now, it's just...

Well, it's amazing!

Excuse me. May I speak with you a moment?

What are you doing?

-What? -Is this some kind of joke?

No!

Well, I mean, at first it was.

I mean... I had a tombstone made.

A bad one. And I took the kids out to see it.

But then nat found the real marker.

I'm telling you, jo. The grave was there. It's real.

I mean, I'm just as surprised as anyone.

Jo, this means the man actually lived.

He actually lived.

Not that he rises from the dead every halloween.

Oh, not every halloween. Just on the blue moon.

All right, I have to get going.

Can I trust you not to scare the children

With all this talk of ghosts?

All right.

Thank you.

[ Knock at the door ]

Mr. Jennings?

[ Knock at the door ]

What do you want?

I... I-i-i came here to work.

I can't. Not tonight.

Are you all right?

Leave me alone.

Jo: the postmaster sent me more information on mr. Jennings.

His cutlery business

Is one of the most successful in the country.

Apparently, his knives have a reputation

For being some of the sharpest.

Well, good for him.

And he was married.

Tragically, his wife d*ed years ago.

Officially, the cause of death was listed as su1c1de.

-su1c1de? -Listen to this.

[ Reading ] she took her own life

With one of her husband's knives, stabbing herself

Through the heart.

Her husband found her lying on the bedroom floor.

How awful!

At first, the police suspected mr. Jennings.

But they couldn't find any evidence.

But apparently, rumors of his involvement

Still exist to this day.

-I can understand that. -What?

Well, think about it.

If you're going to commit su1c1de,

Do you s*ab yourself through the heart?

No, of course not.

You jump off a cliff or swallow some poison.

And how convenient that he happened to be the one to find her.

Exactly.

I can't believe you two would actually think

That this man might m*rder his wife.

Well...

All I can tell you is that from the moment I first met this man,

He has made me uneasy.

The way he talks, and the way he dresses.

And last night, I went to start the book with him;

He wouldn't even speak to me.

He was rude and angry.

And he had blood on his shirtsleeve.

Blood?

He's the strangest man.

In fact, I wouldn't be surprised if he were harboring

Some sort of deep, dark secret.

-Jo... -I know, I know.

I'm probably overreacting.

I just don't trust the man.

Jo...

The way he stares at me...

And he's so moody. And that scar on his...

Jo!

Mr. Jennings!

Mrs. Bhaer. Ladies.

I've come to apologize for my behavior last night.

My cancer is becoming difficult to live with,

And I must often take morphine to ease the pain.

Last night, I accidentally broke the bottle,

And I couldn't find a doctor to obtain more.

A shard of the glass

Cut my arm during the accident.

I am sorry if the sight of blood distressed you.

I see.

But now my supply of morphine has been replenished.

So if you'd like to begin work on the book tonight,

I'd be most appreciative.

Well then,

I'll see you later tonight.

First question for the book:

&Quot;did you m*rder your wife?&Quot;

[ Growling ]

[ Growl/bark ]

Max!

Hey!

It's a scarecrow!

I'm... I'm gettin' tired of findin' body parts all over plumfield.

Nat: hey, nick.

Hey.

You just get back from town?

Yeah.

Nan: people are comin' from all over

To see the lantern man's grave.

Is that so?

Yeah. The whole town's talkin' about it.

Yeah, people are gettin' scared about halloween night.

In fact, I heard this one couple say

They're lockin' their kids in the house tonight

To keep them from the ghost.

Somebody's even sellin' this ugly thing

That's supposed to keep the ghost away.

Yeah, it's, um, it's called a talisman.

Nick: oh, sure. People all over the world use 'em

To keep evil spirits away.

Nat: well, how about you, nick? Do you believe in ghosts?

Well...

I guess I'd have to say yeah.

I seen plenty of things in my life I can't explain.

There was this one time,

We were stuck in a dead-calm,

Middle of the south atlantic.

It was 'round midnight.

I was on watch.

Fog so thick you couldn't see.

Suddenly... I see one of our crew members

Scalin' up the side of the ship.

Well, did he fall overboard?

No. He was dumped overboard earlier in the day,

When we buried him at sea.

See, now, he'd d*ed the night before.

I couldn't believe my eyes.

I hurried over there to help him,

But when I got there, he was gone.

Not a trace of him anywhere.

Just the fog.

May I speak to you a moment?

Nick: sure. What is it?

I don't think it's wise to fill the children's heads with ghost stories.

I mean, it's bad enough when laurie does it. Now you?

What's wrong with it?

It is halloween.

You don't really believe in ghosts?

Please tell me that that story you just told didn't really happen.

Actually, it did.

Although it was a long night,

And the boys had been passin' around the rum earlier.

-Nick! -Look, jo.

It's all in good fun.

All in good fun.

Everybody likes a good ghost story,

Especially at halloween.

[ Sigh ]

I envy your talent. And your courage.

In your book, you wrote of moments both joyous and painful.

You bared your soul to the world.

It was difficult.

But in the end, very rewarding.

As your story will be.

Unfortunately, the moments of joy have been far too infrequent,

And the moments of pain...

Too deep to speak of.

Well, we can go very slowly.

And you can tell me whatever you want. I'll listen.

Right?

Well, my first question...

-Were you born in baltimore? -No.

Where were you born?

A small town in connecticut, willoughby.

I see.

In many ways like this town.

Were you born here?

Yes, I was.

Why did you choose to remain?

Well, I went to new york for a while.

But when I inherited plumfield, my husband and I decided to open a school.

We should probably begin with your childhood.

Tell me about your parents.

Any brothers? Sisters?

How did your husband die?

It was his heart.

It must have been devastating.

Yes, I was.

As you must have been when your wife d*ed.

How did you know about my wife?

-I made some inquiries. -Of whom?

Mr. Jennings, I was bound to find out.

After all, I am writing your life story.

Yes, my life story.

From me, not from the lies of others.

Sorry, I just wanted to know more about you.

And you will.

But you will not talk to others, only me.

Understood?

Yes.

This Kn*fe...

Was made by my father.

He was a master craftsman.

Taught me everything about blade profiles,

The finest grinds, the points...

And the proper angles...

For the sharpest edges.

He made me what I am today.

[ Quivering breath ]

[ Chirping of crickets ]

[ Whistling of wind ]

[ Squeaking of lantern ]

[ Crashing of thunder ]

No!

Nat?

What's wrong?

You all right?

Y-yeah.

-What happened? -Dan: nat had a bad dream.

Are you all right?

Yeah. I think I'll be fine, mrs. Jo.

What was it about?

[ Sigh ] i-i saw him.

He was comin' out of the woods.

Who was?

Tommy: the lantern man?

Nat: yeah.

Mrs. Jo, it was so real.

I know.

You're all right.

All in good fun.

[ Rumbling of thunder ]

-So what did he look like? -Nat: I don't know.

-I didn't see his face. -I bet he's really ugly.

All right, now, that's enough talk about the lantern man.

You'll never be able to get back to sleep.

Here's your milk, sweetheart.

What are we gonna do about halloween?

What do you mean?

What if he comes here to plumfield?

[ Sigh ] tommy, there is no such thing as the lantern man.

But we found his grave, mrs. Jo.

Nick: no, you didn't.

I put that stone there.

I was around the corner

When you were talkin' to laurie about goin' out to see the grave.

I knew laurie had put a fake tombstone out there,

So I thought I'd one-up him.

So there wasn't any lantern man's grave?

Afraid not.

Then whose grave was it?

It was a fake grave, tommy.

Haven't you been listening?

Jo: well, there you are.

There is no lantern man.

It's just a story, like the books we read in class.

Now let's all stop worrying and just enjoy this halloween.

All right?

Dan: [ reading ] "it was on a dreary night of november,

That I beheld the accomplishment of my tolls.

With an anxiety that almost amounted to agony,

I collected the instruments of life around me,

That I might infuse a spark of being

Into the lifeless thing that lay at my feet.&Quot;

Very good. Very good, dan.

Emil, I believe you're next.

Emil: [ reading ] "it was already : in the morning.

The rain pattered dismally

Against the panes,

And my candle was nearly burnt out,

When, by the glimmer of the half-extinguished light,

I saw the dull yellow eye of the creature open ...&Quot;

[ Whispering ] we gotta go back to that graveyard.

What?

Well, it's almost halloween.

We have to find that gravestone.

What are you talkin' about, nan? Nick said he...

I know nick and laurie put a fake tombstone out there,

But it doesn't mean there's not a real one.

I wanna come too.

Look, nat, a -year-old gravestone is gonna be hard to find.

'Specially one that's not tended to.

But if you ask me, the lantern man is real.

No one can make up a story like that.

&Quot;i beheld the wretch,

The miserable monster whom I had created.

He held up the curtain of the bed,

And his eyes, if eyes they may be called, were fixed on me.&Quot;

[ Snort ] I say, let her sleep.

We had been friends since childhood,

But as business partners,

We were a hopeless match.

Mrs. Bhaer.

What? Oh, sorry.

[ Clearing of throat ]

It must be difficult for you,

Teaching all day, and then working with me at night.

[ Sigh ] I'm fine.

I'm just a little tired. Halloween is tomorrow,

And the children have been immersing themselves in ghost stories.

Now they're having nightmares.

There is no greater power than an imagination unleashed.

Isn't that the truth.

Anyway, everything's fine.

I'm all right, really.

So your partnership didn't work out?

Unfortunately, no. He...

Insisted on challenging my authority.

He even tried to steal the business out from under me.

-What did you do? -Nothing.

The situation resolved itself

When, sadly, he d*ed a month later.

He d*ed? How?

The details are too gruesome to relate.

Suffice it to say he d*ed by his own hand.

su1c1de?

Yes.

Very tragic.

Tommy: hey, look.

Glass from a lantern.

Yeah, this could've come from anythin', tommy.

Yeah, like from a lantern.

This is ridiculous.

We looked all day yesterday and again today,

And we're not gonna find it.

Besides, it's gettin' late out.

Yeah, and it's close to that blue moon risin'.

Let's just say that there really is a lantern man.

And he's gonna come out of his grave

In a couple hours to terrorize the town.

-Here. -All right.

So there's nothin' we can do about it, right?

So why bother to keep lookin'?

That's right. Better get home,

And start boardin' up the windows and doors.

Lot of good that's gonna do against a ghost.

Maybe we can get one of those talis-things.

The guy sold them all this morning.

There's gotta be some way

To protect us against the ghost.

An angry ghost at that.

Simple. We tell him we're sorry.

What?

Look, it's just like in frankenstein.

The creature wasn't really a monster,

But he just wanted the townspeople to like him.

But because he was so ugly, they turned their backs on him,

And that's what made him mad.

It's the exact same thing our town did to the lantern man.

So all we have to do is show him that we're sorry, and that we want to be his friend.

How?

Give him a present.

Yeah.

Sure.

Hey, race you guys.

-Hey, get back here. -I always win.

[ Whining of dog ]

Max.

Max!

Git!

Laurie: the cemetery? Tonight?

Nan: yeah, the boys are already upstairs,

Gettin' everything together.

[ Sigh ] well, you can leave me out of this.

-Anyway, I'm going to my parents' party tonight. -Fine.

Hey, nick, will you take us to the cemetery tonight?

Sure.

Uh, why?

Oh, well, the kids want to give lantern man some presents.

Yeah, kinda like an offerin' to show him

That the town's sorry for treatin' him so bad.

Well, I think that's a great idea.

What is?

Nick's takin' us to the cemetery tonight.

Yeah, well, I better get goin'.

Got a lotta work to do 'fore nightfall.

I'll gather my things so we can get going.

All right, sweetheart.

You're taking them to the cemetery?

The kids wanna give lantern man some presents

To show him the town's sorry for what happened.

Nick, that story isn't true.

Well, whether it is or it isn't,

It's still a nice thing to do, don't you think?

Taking them to the cemetery at night?

What are you smiling about?

What?

That look.

What look?

That "i'm up to something" look.

You're thinking about going to the cemetery tonight, aren't you?

You're going to dress up like the lantern man,

And go and scare the children, aren't you?

Now I was not thinking that.

You know, I can't believe you two.

First the tombstones, and now this.

Well, these little games are going to stop.

The lantern man is not real. He doesn't exist.

I would appreciate your help in getting that through to the children.

All right.

I'll go help bess with her things.

[ Whinnying of horse ]

Jo: mr. Jennings.

What are you doing out here?

Your trips to town have overtired you.

I thought perhaps we could work here tonight,

If that's agreeable to you.

That would be wonderful. Thank you.

Mr. Jennings, I'd like for you to meet nick riley, our caretaker.

Howdy.

A pleasure.

I realize that it was unkind of me to expect you

To travel into town every night to work

Oh, I'm all right.

Perhaps if you had a room to rent, I could stay here.

Then we could work together at your convenience.

Well, the guest room's empty.

I would be happy to pay.

I wouldn't hear of it.

I'll send for the rest of my things.

[ Rumbling of thunder ]

Jo: looks like a storm's coming.

-Don't be long. -Nat: we won't.

Nan: yeah, not unless the lantern man gets us.

Nick: might wanna check the windows,

Make sure they're shut tight.

Just leave the presents for the lantern man

And come right back home.

No tricks out there.

You got it.

You gonna be all right alone with that man?

Of course.

Should be able to get a lot of work done.

All right. Well...

Happy halloween.

[ Chuckle ] happy halloween.

[ Mixed chatter/laughter ]

You all ready?

Kids: yeah. Ready.

Nick: all right. Let's go.

[ ♪♪ ]

[ Crashing of thunder ]

Mr. Jennings?

Mr. Jennings?

[ Rumbling of thunder ]

[ ♪♪ ]

[ ♪♪ ]

So where do you wanna do this?

In the woods.

[ Creaking of hinges ]

Mr. Jennings?

Morphine?

[ Rumbling of thunder/ whistling of wind ]

Nat: we're here on behalf of the town to apologize

For being so rude to you.

So we brought you some gifts.

Here's some food,

Because when you were hungry, no one fed ever you.

Cider, 'cause when you were thirsty,

No one ever gave you somethin' to drink.

And a blanket, 'cause when you were cold,

Nobody gave you any warmth.

Now we know that years is a long time to wait,

So we hope that wherever you are, you'll accept these gifts,

And you'll be our friend.

[ Whistling of wind ]

Looks to me like he heard you.

[ ♪♪ ]

[ ♪♪ ]

[ Reading ] ...and if you insist on challenging me in such a manner,

I shall do to you what I have done to others,

And that is m*rder without remorse.

[ Gasp ]

What are you doing?

[ Whimpering ]

Why are you reading my papers?

Your valise was open.

Those are private.

I'm sorry, I didn't mean to pry.

[ Crashing of thunder ]

[ Panting in fear ]

[ Screaming ]

[ ♪♪ ]

[ Gasping ]

Mrs. Bhaer!

-Mrs. Bhaer. -Get out!

What?

Get out of my house!

Mrs. Bhaer.

I said, "get out"!

-[ Shattering of glass ] -now!

[ Crashing of thunder ]

[ Gasps of relief ]

Nick: oh, max, you did it again.

Kids: [ laughing ]

Hey, jo.

You all right?

Where's mr. Jennings?

Oh, he, uh...

He had to leave.

How'd this get here?

Nick: why don't you all

Go on upstairs, get ready for bed.

Come on. Let's go.

Nat.

How'd it go out there?

Oh, great. I think he liked the gifts.

I'm glad.

You know, the more I think about it,

The more I believe that there really was a lantern man.

Except I don't believe he was wicked or cruel.

He was probably just a lonely old man,

Lookin' for a friend.

Good night, mrs. Jo.

Good night.

[ Sigh ]

It's a story.

He wrote a story,

A m*rder mystery.

That's why he envied my writing.

He probably had dreams of being a writer himself.

Is it any good?

Yes, actually. It's very good.

You're next.

Good title, don't you think?

There are other papers here too,

Letters that he wrote to his wife

Telling her how much he loved her.

And he kept them all these years.

And I drove him away, horrified by him.

Uh, this what you used to scare him off?

No. He was the one who had that.

He took it from the kitchen, although I don't know why.

Aw, probably knew it was worth somethin'.

Well, he's a Kn*fe maker, right?

This is a calder Kn*fe, an antique.

I always wondered why you used it to chop potatoes,

When it should've been under glass in a display case somewhere.

Listen,

It's not too late to make things right.

How?

Well, you could bring him a gift.

[ Sigh ]

[ Chirping of crickets ]

Jo: mr. Jennings!

You're leaving?

Clearly I have over-stayed my welcome.

You left this at my house.

I was going to send for it.

This is yours.

I'd like you to have it.

It's a calder Kn*fe, is that right?

Yes, I was admiring it.

I thought perhaps I could persuade you to sell it to me.

Consider it a gift.

I'm so sorry for the way I treated you.

I suppose I let my imagination run away with me,

With all the knives, and late nights.

And the scar.

You have quite an imagination, mrs. Bhaer.

As do you.

I read your story. It's very good.

I am not the writer you are.

I don't know about that.

Your story gave me quite a scare.

I don't want you to leave.

I'd like to continue working on your book,

If that's all right with you.

Perhaps we could write it together.

In fact, we could start right now.

I know how you like working at night.

Thank you.

[ ♪♪ ]

Jo: [ reading ] "i am thy creature,

And I will be even mild and docile

To my natural lord and king,

If thou wilt also perform thy part.

Oh, frankenstein, be not equitable to every other,

And trample upon me alone, to whom thy justice

And even thy clemency and affection is most due.

Everywhere I see bliss,

From which I alone am irrevocably excluded.

I was benevolent and good.

Misery made me a fiend.

Make me happy,

And I shall again be virtuous.&Quot;
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