Bright Falls Sheriff’s Station

Doc: Hmmh. How do you feel, Mr. Wake? Any nausea, disorientation, anything like that? Mr. Wake? How are you feeling?
Wake: I’m okay. My head’s fine.
Wake (V.O.): I had to lie about my headache and memory loss. He’d send me to a hospital for tests. I couldn’t leave without Alice.
Doc: Mm. Very well. I don’t think you have a concussion, but you’ve obviously been through quite a shock. You should take it easy for a couple of days.
Wake: Thanks.

Doc: Well then, Mr. Wake, we’re done here. If the pain gets any worse or you experience any other symptoms, you should come see me. I’ll let you get on with it then. Sarah—ah, Sheriff Breaker is waiting for you. She’s very good at her job. I’m sure she can locate your wife in no time.
Wake (V.O.): Doc Nelson was the image of a small town doctor. Sheriff Breaker had called him to the station to take a look at the cut in my head.
Wake: I’m sorry you had to cut your morning fishing short for this, Doc.
Doc: Oh, she’s a beauty, ain’t she? Not the biggest I even caught, if you can believe that coming from an old fisherman like me, but she’s right up there. Now, she’s a largemouth bass, which is what you’re after if you prefer a lure. Well, if you want either trout or salmon, on the other hand, then it’s fly-fishing for you. You a fishing man, Mr. Wake? Oh, doesn’t really matter, I suppose. But it can be very relaxing out there. You can’t get me off the water this time of year—closest thing to heaven.
Wake: I’ll take your word for it, Doc.
Doc: I believe you’ll find the Sheriff in her office. Ah, just go down the corridor.

Grant: Thank you for testing the lights, Ms. Weaver. Everything seems to be fine.
Cynthia: I don’t have the luxury of being complacent, Deputy Grant. The bulbs will need changing soon. You can’t change them in the dark.
Grant: Very good. I’ll come back later on to remind you, just in case.

Grant: Mr. Wake. The Sheriff is waiting for you in her office down the corridor. That was Cynthia Weaver. I guess you can call her the town eccentric. She used to be the editor of the local newspaper, but she’s focused on, oh, other things these days.
Wake: She’d fit right in where I come from.
Grant: As you can see, she’s a little obsessed with maintaining the light bulbs… of the whole town. Refuses to step on shadows, things like that. Back in her day she wrote about all sorts of weird things in the paper. Bright Falls has a colorful history. Of course, what small town hasn’t? The Sheriff wants to see you in her office, Mr. Wake.

Mullingan: Yeah, it’s Mullinga here. I’m at Stucky’s gas station with Thornton. There’s no sign of him. Over.
Thornton: Wait, wait, wait, wait. Yeah, this is Thornton. Look, we’ve located the parade float. It’s here. That’s some good news, right? Stucky was supposed to be driving it at the rehearsals today. Over.
Mullingan: Give me that! Mullingan here. Looks like someone really trashed the garage. Over.
Janes: Okay. Roger that, guys. Keep looking for Stucky. Janes out.

Sarah: Come in, Mr. Wake. Your phone’s on the desk. The battery was dead. It’s charged now.
Wake: Have you started looking for my wife yet?
Sarah: My men are already on it. Now, can you tell me what happened?
Wake: I’m not sure. I can’t remember. We were arguing. I walked out of the cabin.
Sarah: The cabin on Cauldron Lake? How did you end up at Stucky’s gas station?
Wake (V.O.): I wanted to tell her what had happened last night, but I couldn’t. She’d lock me up.
Wake: Excuse me. I need to take this.

Wake: Hello?
Alice: Alan. Please help me.
Wake: Alice?
Mott: Stop talking to the law. You’ll do exactly what I say if you ever want to see your wife again.
Wake: Who’s this?
Mott: Go to the back lot. There’s a hole in the fence on the left. Look inside the junker. I left a little something there to convince you we’re all on the same page here. After you ditch the cops, you’re gonna meet me in Elderwood National Park. There’s a spot called Lovers’ Peak. Midnight. And don’t do nothin’ stupid, pal. We’re watching you.
Grant: Mr. Wake, can I help you with anything?
Wake: I need to get some air. The Sheriff said I could go out back?
Grant: Of course, Mr. Wake. You can get there through the cell corridor. Just don’t mind Walter in there. He’s one of our regulars.
Doc: I thought he quit drinking for good.
Grant: Oh, no such luck. He went on a bender and beat Danny pretty badly. He started shouting like that the moment he woke up. You can get to the back lot through that door and down the corridor, Mr. Wake.
Wake: Thanks.

Snyder: Hey! Hey, mister! Hey, can you turn the light—the lights on? The deputies, they won’t—they don’t understand, they won’t listen to me. I, I need it to be bright in here! Thank you, man, thank you! Hey,you’re all right, you’re a good guy. Don’t let anybody tell you different. You know, I shouldn’t even be in here. The cops, they got it all wrong, you see. Sure sure sure, I beat him up—but I wasn’t drunk! I mean I wasn’t drunk at the time. I only got drunk afterwards. Okay, listen. Listen, you gotta listen carefully now. Here’s the kicker: that wasn’t Danny. No sir! It only looked like him. You wanna know who it really was? I’ll tell you who it really was. It was a goddamn space alien! I know it sounds like some… something a drunk would say, but believe me: I wasn’t drunk then!

Wake (V.O.): The early morning light hurt my eyes and made my head ache. The man on the phone had said, “go through the fence on the left.” The caller had told me to find a hole in the fence behind the police station. There was something for me in an abandoned car. Alice’s driver’s license had been placed on the front seat. The caller meant business.

Wake: Barry?
Barry: Al! Al, thank God! Where the hell have you been? I’ve been trying to reach you for a week, you and Alice. I’ve been worried sick. I flew out yesterday! I’m here, here in Bright Falls!
Wake: Barry, listen to me. I’m at the Sheriff’s station. Come and get me. I can’t talk now.
Barry: Al! What the hell is going—
Wake (V.O.): I had to get the Sheriff to let me go. I needed to get to the Elderwood National park to meet Alice’s kidnappers.
Wake (T.V.): A writer is a light that reveals the world of his story from darkness, shapes it from nothingness, the way a sculptor carves a statue from a block of granite. If I stop, the world I’m making dies. Darkness will reclaim it. It’s a long, hard journey into the dark. Alcie’s life is at stake, but I can’t think about that, or I’ll lose it. The dread lingers at the edge of perception. I’ll push on. Anything is possible here. I’ll write the story, I’ll save her.

Hartman: Marvelous, Sarah. I just wanted to settle all the damage the Anderson brothers might have inadvertently caused on their recent and regrettable little outing. They are not accountable for their actions, of course. I can assure you that my staff has been reprimanded.
Grant: Tor and Odin never caused any trouble to anyone when they were still living at their farm.
Hartman: Indeed. All we can do is to slow down the progress of their dementia.

Sarah: Are you feeling any better, Mr. Wake?
Wake: I’d like to leave. Am I free to go?
Sarah: Well, we still need to talk about—
Wake: Am I under arrest?
Sarah: No, of course not. But I need to know where you’ll be staying, so I can get in touch with you.
Grant: I’d avoid the motel. The Majestic is known for its roaches. The cabins at Elderwood are pretty nice though.
Wake: That sounds perfect.
Hartman: I’m Doctor Emil Hartman. I’d like to invite you to stay at Cauldron Lake Lodge.
Wake: Did you talk to my wife?
Hartman: I had the pleasure of discussing your situation with her on several occasions.
Wake: Did you set something up with her?
Hartman: I invited her here. My clinic is a place where—
Grant: Ooh! Oh my!
Sarah: Hey! Take it easy!
Barry: Hey! Nobody move! Get your hands off of my client!
Sarah: Who are you?
Barry: I’m Barry Wheeler, his agent! If you have business with Mr. Wake, you talk to me. You yokels won’t know what hit you once I sic my lawyers on your asses!
Hartman: No harm done, Sarah. I’m all right. I don’t want to press charges. Mr. Wake, my offer still stands.
Wake: Get me out of here.
Barry: What the hell was that about, Al? We don’t need a replay of that thing with the paparazzi. I thought they were gonna lock you up!

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