Moonstone Rescue — Episode 1 (pilot)

Days Rescue.
Moonstone Rescue Pilot, written by Dominique Mouton over black. I'll
start where we left off.
No, let's go back to the beginning.
The beginning. But we're so close to the end.
I know any needs to make me sad.
Fade In exterior dirt road day, on the back of
an uncovered horse drawn wagon, A dozen Indigenous children sit
silently broken, Super California, eighteen ninety six. Interior exterior, uncovered
wagon day, moving. Henrietta four stares straight ahead with dried
tears on her face and two long braids down her back.
Your great great grandmother was only four years old when
she was taken from her tribe and given the name Henriette.
The government called it assimilation.
As the wagon moves along, Henrietta notices an orange cat
hiding behind some brush, and the cat notices her too.
Exterior Saint Rosalia Indian School Day. An imposing red brick
building at the foothills of a valley, surrounded by lush,
olive and oak trees. In front, uniformed Indigenous kids march
in formations, emotionless focused, obedient. They've been assimilated. A staff
of nuns and teachers stand beside a sign that proudly
reads Saint Rosalia Indian School. The wagon carrying the children
approaches A steely faced nun, sister Bernadette thirties steps forward.
Remember be compassionate but firm.
God knows they'll need both.
Once the wagon comes to a stock, the nuns spring
into action to promptly usher out the new arrivals. Henrietta
is lifted off the wagon bed. She frowns at the
fleshy adult hand that grabs and pulls her without warning.
Henrietta sinks her tiny teeth into the stranger's thumb. Hard
The owner of the thumb cries out. Interior classroom day,
young girls practice their sewing in silence. The sewing teacher
writes at her desk. Preteen Henrietta now twelve, fusses with
sloppy needlework in the back corner. Her short cropped hair
is hopelessly untamed, unladylike, and unassimilated.
They did everything to make her forget who she was.
She learned their language, manners, customs.
Henrietta fumbles with her needle accidentally pokes herself. A tiny
pool of blood forms on the pricked finger. She closes
her eyes inexplicably. She smears the blood across her forehead.
But she never did fit in, not that she really tried.
A little girl sitting close by stares at Henrietta clings
to her rosary. Others take notice, frightened. Exterior Saint Rosalia,
Indian School. Moments later, the sister Bernadette holds Henrietta by
the neck over a bucket of water, vigorously scrubs her
forehead with a cloth. No more witchery understand interior girl's
dormitory night in bed. Silent tears roll down Henrietta's red,
raw face.
Henrietta cried not for the pain she suffered, but for
her parents, whose faces she couldn't recall. The language she'd forgotten.
She didn't even remember her name, her real name. Amid
the darkness, a light appears. Henrietta sits up, startled hello.
The light gets brighter, beckons her to follow. She gets
out of bed, chases it. She didn't now it compelled
her to follow that light. It seemed familiar, like an
old friend.
Exterior Saint Rosalia, Indian School. Night outside, Henrietta follows the
light under a large oak tree. The light dims for
a moment she stands in darkness. The light returns an
orange cat in its center. Henrietta and the cat make steady,
unblinking eye contact.
Though the cat's mouth did not move. She told Henrietta
secrets secrets of her ancestors, of the old ways, and
the future too. The cat agreed to be her guide always.
In the distance, the angry matron holds a lantern. She
spots Henrietta under the oak tree. Henrietta, Henrietta whips around,
eyes wide.
More cat fury tales.
Interior Bedroom day, present day. Robert Rhodes thirties stands at
the doorway with a tea tray. He's got a snarky,
irreverent smirk on his face, but his bright puppy print
veterinary scrubs betray his inner dork.
I said, fairy tale, you get it?
In bed A frail and tired Nora Roades thirties, A
hand knitted cap covers her head. She manages to smile
at her husband through her obvious fatigue.
Yeah, Yeah, my got it.
Nora holds a leather sketch book filled with handwritten notes
and drawings, snuggled close beside her and Robert's exuberant daughter,
Maya Rhodes twelve. Her wild, tightly coiled red hair flies
all over the place.
It's not a fairy tale dad, nasty nuns, psychic cat.
It's basically a Cinderella ribbaf As Robert walks over with
the tray, he nearly drops the culprit. Henry the Cat
black with big yellow eyes. She stares up at Robert, innocent.
Robert doesn't by it.
This cat is always in my way, Robert, my love,
have you considered that Henry has been there for an
hour and it is you who put yourself in her way?
Excellent logic Professor Rhodes.
Robert sets the tray down, kisses her sweetly.
How are you feeling great? Yeah, doctor said you mind?
See with this we're at the part where Grandma Henahetta escapes.
Everyone claims Pocahontas as an ancestor.
Why is that Grandma Henry is way cooler than Pocahontas, But.
At least there's evidence she actually existed.
Shut up, grumpy, g it in here.
I scrubs her.
Diddy Nora and Maya grab both his arms. He's no mad,
fine right, He gets into the bed. Henry the Cat
jumps on his lap.
I swear, I swear, this cat hasn't it for me.
She's not just a cat. See those things things we
can't even see.
Oh, like I said, furry tales.
Dad doesn't get it, does he.
Norah winks at Maya. Henry's powers are their secret?
Go what?
She ignores the question, turns the page of her sketch book.
The angry nun grabbed Henrietta by the shoulders and shook her.
Interior Maya's room day. Maya snoozes in bed. She's a
bit older, but her room looks like it belongs to
a younger kid. Stuffed animals, childish posters, old drawings, Norah's
sketchbook on the nightstand. Super Two years later, light from
a nearby window wakes Maya. She stretches and rolls over.
When she opens her eyes, two huge yellow eyes stare
back at her. Startled, Maya falls to the floor. Henry
the cat looks down at her from the edge of
the bed.
Henry, I love you, but you gotta stop doing that.
Maya stands and picks up the cat, holds her close.
Did you tell mom that I had graduate eighth grade tomorrow?
Henry blinks her face adorable but ambiguous interior Roads home
staircase day. Maya runs downstairs, fully dressed and Henry at
her heels. Soul music blares from the kitchen kitchen. Maya's
quirky Grandma Gene Roads sixties carves a clay figurine of
a voluptuous nude woman. Jean's hips move to the music,
her long locks swing down her back. The Eden kitchen
doubles as her art studio. Intricate erotic sculptures sit on
every flat surface. Maya enters, opens the fridge for a snack.
Morning Granny, Hey baby, you're up early. Gotta tell mom
At the graduation.
Jeane smiles, represses concern. Maya heads to the door.
Making any stomps, like where, I don't know.
Maybe wherever it is you've been going after school.
I've been helping Jackie with the sorry, I'm so sorry,
validtorian spe valid dictorian.
Okay, I've been helping Jackie with their valet It is hard.
I don't know why.
I've been helping Jackie with their valedatorian speech.
I told you, but.
Maybe you've got a boo fang or something.
Thing.
Maya picks up Henry cringing and eager to leave and
avoid further inquiries.
Hey, can't you remind Dad about tomorrow so he doesn't forget?
Why would he forget?
He forgot my birthday and Henry's and yours.
Oh it's that clinic. I told him to hire help.
But you know how he gets.
The hotel knows how he gets.
Jean stopped sculpting to look Maya in the eye.
You know he loves you, right, sure he does.
Love is a language. Everyone has their own funky way
of speaking it.
Then Dad speaks love and pig ladin.
Jean can't help but to grin an agreement with Maya.
That's my son.
But sometimes it's like that boy, he talks pure gibberish.
Interior Deli day, Robert stands in the line of a
busy deli shop. He's in his own world, rocking out
to industrial hip hop that blasts loudly from his headphones.
He's less polished, less affable than we remember him, certainly
scruffier too. Robert ignores the glaring eyes of others around
him as he lip syncs the song's unintelligible lyrics. It's
getting to the good part when the music stops. Pissed,
he looks at his phone incoming call from Hell. He
rejects the call, restarts the music. Hell calls again. He
rejects it again. The music resumes. Behind Robert, an irked
customer taps his shoulder.
You mind turning the music down?
Robert feigns confusion. What the customer motions to their ears?
Now Robert Feign's comprehension produces a phony smile.
No, but thanks for the offer.
Robert turns around where he's finally next in line. He
takes off his headphones.
What can I get you?
Hold on?
Let me look.
Robert reads the menu carefully considers his options. Annoyed customers
in line roll their eyes, grumble and rum. Interior Roads,
Vet Clinic lobby day clients and pets sit in the
waiting area. They're growing impatient. Missus Silva seventies, quintessential cat
Lady approaches the front desk. Her created feline Gemma in
tow at the desk sits overworked vettech slash secretary slash
crisis manager Zara twenty five. She smiles anticipates Missus Silva's complaints.
I am so sorry, Missus Silva. Doctor Rhodes should be
here any minute. You said that thirty minutes ago. If
you want, I can reschedule your appointment. Jemma can't afford
to be rescheduled.
I'm sure Jemma will be fine.
Does this look that into you?
She holds up the crate. The scrawny cat struggles to breathe.
The front door opens. Robert enters, mouth full and breakfast
sandwich in hand. Clients glare as he walks past them.
Zara stands up, follows Robert into his office, Robert's office.
Robert quickly puts on a white coat over his scrubs.
Zara represses frustration.
I tried calling you. We had some client fleeve.
He hands are the remainder of his food.
Can you put this in the fridge? Roberts yeah.
Zara wants to say something. She thinks better of it.
Never mind.
Interior Roads Vet Clinic exam room day. Robert stands across
from Missus Silva with test results but.
Cute kidney failure.
I wish I had better news, but she's beyond help
at this point.
But why hell?
Could be a number of things past asides meds, certain plants.
He shrugs oddly, cold and impenetrable. He's definitely not the
same Robert who once wore puppy print scrubs.
It's not possible. Check again.
You're welcome to get a second ppinion elsewhere.
The next vet is miles away.
How do I have a call?
Robert nods, looks at his watch.
So what's next?
Uh, Gemma's sixteen years old with failing organs.
There is no next.
Missus Silva's eyes go wide as she comprehends.
If the NASA, that's your choice.
But if it were me, I wouldn't let her suffer
like this for another minute.
Interior Roads Bet Clinic lobby day. Missus Silver returns to
the lobby empty handed and teary eyed.
Darryl Ingalls mister Rhoads will see Misty now.
Darryl Ingalls fifties, stands up a stiff old German shepherd,
Misty at his side. Daryl approaches Missus Silva.
Gemma, she.
It was nice.
She walks out of the clinic. Robert enters the lobby.
Daryl, you coming.
Daryl looks down at his beloved Misty for a moment, tell.
No, excuse me. For the last two years we've all
been understanding and patient with you and your antics. But
this is the last straw for me. You're not touching
a hair on Misty's head.
Lost, what's the issue?
Sure was someone would come along and put you out
of business.
Daryl and Misty storm out. Robert looks at Zara, puzzled.
Exterior McGregor Farm, day, dingy, poorly maintained structures scattered across
several acres of land. The property is redeemed by its
old growth trees and pretty landscape. Exterior McGregor Farm Stable day, Neglected,
frustrated horses nay in their stalls. Loupe McGregor, thirties, an
Afro Indigenous woman with long dark hair, struggles to remove
a shoe from a sassy horse. She pulls and tries.
The shoe clinches with rusty clinch cutters. Takes a rubber
mallet to hit the clinch. Bam the cutter's brake.
Damn it.
Bloope, tosses them to the side, pets the horse gently.
We'll get these off you soon.
Exterior McGregor Farm main House day. Lupe approaches the front
door of an old but charming country home. An absurdly
cute fox runs up to her, excited. This is Pumpkin.
She picks him up. Pumpkin whimpers, Oh, I know, I know,
I'm hungry too. Interior McGregor Farm, main House Day. Inside
A dozen half packed boxes sit around. It's hard to
tell if someone's moving in or moving out. Kitchen. Pumpkin
looks up at Loope as she opens a cabinet, takes
out a can of dog food. The last one. Loope
opens the fridge. It's bear. She looks at Pumpkin, distressed.
You think postmates delivers out here?
Yeah, I don't think so either. Exterior Cemetery Day. Maya
leans against a gravestone. She wears binoculars around her neck
as she reads her mother's sketch book. Henry watches squirrels nearby.
As the days went by, Henrietta grew more and more lonely,
and so one day the cat showed her hat's escaped
the file school.
The cat stares up at a pretty bird in a tree.
Maya scrambles to her feet, puts the binoculars to her eyes.
It's a rosebreast and grossbeet.
Behind her, the gravestone reveals Norah Rhodes, beloved mother, wife
and watcher of birds.
She's listening.
Leaves crunch under clumsy footsteps. The bird flies away. Maya
turns to see Maverick Grayson, fourteen lawn and large for
his age. He's a gentle giant disguised as a baby
frat boy.
You shouldn't creep up on people like that, Maverick.
What were you looking at?
Just an extremely rare, rose breasted grosspeak that I'll probably
never see it again.
I don't see it.
Maya can barely conceal irritation.
Yeah, because it flew away.
Oh listen, I came to apologize for the other day.
It wasn't cool how Kylin Doug locked you in the bathroom.
They're insecure bullies, you know what they say. There's a
feather flocked together.
Maverick thinks about this for a moment.
That's actually really deep.
Why are you apologizing for your friends anyway?
Because you deserve an apology.
Maverick is earnest, bashful. He clearly has a thing for Maya.
Unfortunately she knows it. It's awkward.
I have to go meet my friends in town.
I'm meeting my dad there. We can walk together. It's perfect.
Great interior oak Bluff's town Center. Day, Maya, Maverick, and
Henry arrived to a street adorned with colorful shops, old buildings.
It's quaint, charming, magical, right out of a story book.
They stop in front of Foley's ice Cream Parlor. Maya
puts Henry on the ground, Uncle fire, okay interior Foley's
ice Cream Parlor Day. Maya and Maverick enter the shop
packed with rowdy, summer ready kids. Jackie Andrews fourteen waves
to Maya. Jackie's witty with micro braids and thick glasses.
Standing on a chair. Across from her is the hyperactive
animated Hugo Fuentes fourteen. Maya bee lines to their table.
Maverick trails close behind.
You're ice cream melted.
Don't worry, it didn't go to waste.
You're hyperactive and animated a little more.
Yeah, give me a burp bike.
In here all the way from here.
I don't think I can purp on.
You're ice cream melted. Don't worry, it didn't go to waste.
Jackie's eyes narrow at Maverick.
What's he doing here? This is Maverick.
Maverick extends a friendly hand. Jackie and Hugo. Ignore it.
Duh, why is he here?
You're Jackie and Hugo?
Right, he knows their names.
I'm sure his buddies told him all about us.
I'm not like those guys. Our parents are friends, but
I'm realizing we don't have anything in common. And the
older I get, the more I see that they are
the kind of people I want to be around. Birds
of a feather right.
He turns to wink at Maya.
Can't tell that this vulnerability and self awareness is an act,
but I love he kind.
Of like it.
Maverick takes this as permission to sit down at the
table and uh, who's fat? They all turned to look
out the window exterior street day. Across the street, Lupe
nervously enters the butcher's shop, intercut between Foley's ice Cream
and across the street.
You don't know about Tom McGregor's widow. I didn't even
know if he had a wife.
Yeah, her name is Loupe, and apparently she's.
The one who killed him. What not with her bare hands,
with magic? She's a witch.
You're a wiet My mom went to school with her.
She lived on the Wampanoag Reservation before transferring to Oak
Bluffs High Apparently, she used to carry potions in her
backpack sell it. If someone got on her bad side.
They they throw a blood or something. The next day.
Cool Interior McGregor home night flashback. Lupe and Tom McGregor argue.
Right after high school Sloope Mary Tom he cheated her
really bad, but everyone knew it.
Tom grabs Loupe's wrist, hard and menacing.
She used to come into town with bruises and stuff.
Exterior, Oak Bluff's Town Center day flashback. Loope walks down
the street. Townspeople stare at her, whispering amongst themselves.
Pretty soon she stops showing up in public at all.
She pulls down her sleeve to conceal bruising on her arm.
Exterior McGregor Farm Day flashback. Tearful and furious, Bloope loads
a pickup truck with her belongings. Tom runs out of
the house, grabs her by the shoulders. She shoves him off.
Tom suddenly grasps at his chest in pain, keels over.
Lupe stares at him coldly, and gets in the vehicle
drives off.
She finally left him for good. Anne went back to the.
Interior Foley's ice Cream Parlor Day Back to present. The
kids hang on Jackie's words.
For years, no one heard anything about Lupe McGregor. Tom
was never the same, And now that he's dead, she's
back to take.
Over the farm. He left her everything, but why Maybe
he felt guilty.
Sometimes it would change after losing someone.
Yeah, what could happen to your dad after your oops?
He stops, realizes he stepped into taboo territory.
Your cat obviously likes her.
They look out the window again to see Loope petting
Henry Axel Grayson late thirties, a bunky ex UFC fighter
stuffed into an expensive suit, approaches Loupe in a familiar way.
Maverick, how does her dad know? Lupe?
Dad's been trying to buy the McGregor farm since forever?
Why Curady owns half the towel.
Loope and Axel's conversation heats up. It's an argument, he
gestures wildly. She gestures back before storming off.
Must be roid rage.
I should go see you guys at graduation.
Okay, Maverick stands up and scurries out the shop.
I like him, it's his dad.
I'm worried about.
Maya stares out the window, concern on her face. Interior
Sports bar day. Robert chugs a beer at a mostly
empty bar. Next to him is Josh Rawlins, thirties professor
Mensch Robert's only friend.
Her name's Debbie.
Do you hate her?
She's in the math department. But no, I think she's
quite nice. You must hate her.
You're trying to set her up with me.
You were quite the catch once. Just channel that guy.
I'm undateable, Josh by design.
I guess making old ladies cries taking up all your time. Yes,
I heard about Missus Silver's cat.
What about Missus Silv's cat.
Everyone's talking about it on my neighbor app.
Josh hands Robert his phone. He scrolls the message board.
Rhodes Clinic used to be amazing. Now it seems doctor
Rhodes gets off on killing pets. Oak Bluff citizens must boycott.
Is a small town rob Something like this could end
your business, dude.
Sometimes animals have to be put down. I'm sorry, it
happens every day.
Maybe you could be nice about it.
I'm efficient and I'm honest. I think that's pretty nice.
Robert takes a deep swig of his beer. As Josh
face palms.
What happened to that grief support group?
He joined? Sad sacks with sob stories?
Thought that was the point.
Look, I got problems, but these people had like problems.
It's depressing.
Do you want me to He puts fingers to his
head like a gun, pulls the trigger.
Dude, that's so wrong.
Another beer.
I gotta go. It's finals week, your tenured, now listen to.
Josh puts a bill down on the bar, counter picks
up his bag.
It's two PM and I'm an adult. Nora wouldn't like
this guy you're pretending to be.
Oh, she's dead.
As Josh leaves, Lupey enters. She's flustered from her encounter
with Axel. She sits at the far end of the bar.
Robert watches her, intrigued. The bartender walks over to take
Lupey's order.
Just water, please, Water at a bar?
Why not?
It's a bar.
Water is the fountain of life.
Foundation what.
A water is the foundation of life?
But a stiff drink makes.
Life tolerable because it dulls the senses, kills brain cells, numbs, pain,
all the bad.
Lupe looks into his eyes, reading him, You remind me
of someone.
Honey, I was thinking the same thing about you.
Who do I remind you of?
Hee?
Put my finger on it?
Too bad?
Must be the alcohol must be?
So? Who am I?
Polliachi?
Poliachi?
A sad clown, a smile that hides a broken heart.
Robert is taken aback by Lupe's casual intensity.
Well, it took a depressing yet oddly accurate turn. I'm Robert,
by the way I know.
Lupe finishes her water and stands, what's your name? But
Lupe is already out the door.
People say, I'm rude.
Exterior country Road Day. The sun is just beginning to set.
Maya walks along a tree shrouded road, carries a bag
of groceries. Henry the cat follows along. They arrive at
a shabby, splintered driveway gate. A lopsided sign reads McGregor Farm.
Maya pushes the gate open, enters Exterior McGregor Farm. Enclosures Day.
Loupe feeds various small animals as she holds a phone
between her ear and shoulder.
Mom, please stop worrying about me.
Exterior a Quinna Wampanoague Powwow Grounds Day. Deborah Winslow sixties.
Warm Humble holds a phone to her ear as she
oversees volunteers fumbling with picnic tape.
Hey, moosset tables belong on the other side the.
Other side, They shrug, Confused. Deborah returns to the call.
You sound stressed. How am I supposed to not worry?
Intercut Loope Debrah Lupe opens the crate door of an
a possum family. The mama possum has a bandage on
her back leg hisses at Lupe. No, you're stressed, and
that's stressing me out.
Of course, I'm stressed. Oh, this year's been a pain.
I could use your help now that I'm on the council.
I think you can handle it.
Loupe's eyes widen at the sight of a lethargic baby possum.
And I'm worried about you and that house, all those memories.
Eh, sorry, I have to go Interior Lupe's exam Room day.
Lupe brings the possum into a makeshift exam room, places
it on the bed. It's a humble space compared to
Robert's sterile clinic, but she has everything she needs here.
She examines the animal's eyes, mouth, it doesn't look good.
Exterior McGregor Farm, main House Day. Maya knocks on the
front door, no answer. She knocks again harder. The half
closed door creaks open. Henry runs in.
Henry, get back here.
Interior McGregor Farm, main House, continuous. Maya walks into the house.
Henry is nowhere to be found.
Hello.
She takes a step inside. Interior Lupe's exam room Day.
Lupe searches through her cabinets, looks through various jars, canisters,
and herbal remedies. The baby possum's breathing grows shallow. Interior
lupez House living room, saying. Maya is fascinated by Lupe's house.
Looks closely at the very barious Wampa noag, tribal artifacts,
ceremonial objects, garb, books, photographs. She picks up a brochure
for the grief relief support group.
What are you doing here?
Maya whips around. Lupe stands behind her with the baby
possum doors open.
I got carrots and apples for the horses.
Interior Lupa's kitchen Day. Lupe uses a mortar and pestle
to grind herbs to a powder. The baby possum lies
on the counter. Maya watches close by hold him. Maya hesitates,
but Lupe smiles, reassuring. Maya picks up the possum with care.
But what's wrong with it?
How, don't Maye?
It could be a flu or he might be playing possum.
That's a real thing.
Sometimes possums get so afraid and overwhelmed they.
Just freeze a charm of response exactly.
Lupe looks at Maya admires her knowledge.
Everyone's singer witch, typical, predictable. They called Grandma Henrietta, which.
Too, they tend to do that.
It's easier to use scary labels.
Than to try and understand things you don't understand. I
met your dad today. Suddenly, nervous, Maya sets the possum
down on a towel. You haven't told him, have you.
He's never around for me to tell. I've loved having
your help around the farm these last few weeks.
But it's important that he knows that you come here.
Huh.
That was part of our deal.
This place is so magical. I don't want to ruin
in that hates magic, always has.
Lupe mixes the herbs with water, stirring gently. Tell him
or I'll have to Maya nods, but seems doubtful of
her own resolve. Interior Middle School auditorium night, Families pack
the seats as the eighth sits on stage. Jackie stands
at the podium halfway through her speech.
As we turn the page on this next chapter, I'm
reminded of what slick total lieutenant Starbucks.
In season four A Battlestar.
Galactica, Maya and Hugo sit together in their graduation gowns.
They beam with pride at Jackie behind them, stifled guffaws
from boneheaded classmates Doug and Kyle.
Fourteen Why is she talking about Starbucks?
Maya turns around glares.
You may feel like hell, but sometimes lost is where
you need to be. Just because you don't know your
direction doesn't mean you don't have one.
Thank you.
Cheers from the crowd of parents. As she returns to
her seat, The school principal steps up to the podium.
Please let's get it up for our class valedictorian Jackie
and leaves.
Maya and Hugo enthusiastically clap. Doug leans over to Hugo,
how is.
Your friend vowed victorian by your in special.
Ed Maya elbows dug in the chin, causing his teeth
to chatter.
Oh, whoa dude, she got you good?
Your ass is grass weirdo. In the audience seats, Robert
sits next to Jeanne. He's dozed off. His face twitches,
his breath irregular. Interior hospital room day dream. Nora is
in bed, thin and sickly, tubes going out of her
nose and mouth. The heart monitor beats unusually loud. Robert
approaches Nora slow. He touches her hand, Please.
Head, hurts, make it stuff.
Frightened, Robert pulls back, turns away, and runs. Interior school
auditorium day back to reality. Jean shakes Robert's arm until
he opens his eyes.
Wakeom. Maya's walking on stage.
The principal hands Maya her diploma. Dazed and still shaken
from his dream, Robert joins in the applause. Interior reception
room night, parents and students mingle, pose for pictures, share laughs.
Jean tries to take a photo of Maya and Robert.
Smile Robert please.
Robert's miserable expression morphs until he manages to pull his
lips from his teeth, producing a grotesque, painful fake smile.
Forget it. I'm so proud of you.
Me too, so is mom.
What Henry told her all about it? And guess what
we saw rose rest The girls speak at her grave.
So wid is a sign she's listening.
Your mom's dead, Yes, but not really, honey, she's dead.
But dad, mom always says. She talks to us to
the bird.
No, Maya, grow up, Robert.
A few bystanders turn to look, I'm gonna going to
the bathroom. He walks away, embarrassed and hurt. Maya represses
the tears that fill her eyes. Jeane embraces her interior
school bathroom night. Robert splashes his face under a running faucet,
washes away the shame. Axel exits one of the stalls,
joins him at the row of sinks.
Don't you just hate these things? That's for the kids,
I guess. I keep meaning to.
Bring my son's parrot to the clinic. Oh yeah, yeah.
It pulls out its own feathers and squawks all day.
I can't stand it.
Sure, bring him by.
I like the way you do business, straightforward, no nonsense.
Not everyone's cup of tea happens to be mine, though.
Robert puts his hand under the dryer. As hot air
blows out, Axel doesn't wash his hands, stands close to Robert.
Going to be tough with that new competition, though, what
do you mean Tom McGregor's widow is opening a new clinic,
all natural, holistic, YadA YadA, hip me cramp.
The dryer finally stops.
You know, before he died, Tom was going to sell
that farm to meat. Yeah, I heard about that. Also,
I heard you were trying to rip him off.
Rip him off.
He'd be lucky to get five figures with that dump.
Yeah, can't beat the location, though, right, isn't that why
you want it?
Axel smirks ambiguous. Robert opens the door to leave, go.
To sake to your family. You might want to consider
how deeply unpopular you are in this town.
Axel pats Robert on the shoulder.
Our interests might delign more than you think. I'll see
you next week about that bird.
He walks out of the bathroom ahead of Robert. Interior
reception room night. Robert looks around for Maya and Jean.
They're nowhere to be found. He stands in the middle
of the room of people alone Interior McGregor Farm main house.
Night Loupe drinks tea on the sofa. Pumpkin is curled
up in his bed close by. The baby possum sleeps
next to her. The possums muscles twitch. Loope holds her breath.
It twitches again, Its feet move furiously, until finally it
sits up, happy and alert.
You're alive, baby, Oh, you're alive.
Relieved, she pets the possum's little head. Interior McGregor Farm enclosures.
Night Lope gently places the baby possum in the crate
with its mother and siblings. Looks on as they're happily reunited.
Exterior McGregor Farm night. The gates of the farm squeak
as they're pushed open and closed by the wind. Lupe
approaches the gate with a bright lantern in one hand
and a can of red paint in the other. Smiling,
Loope dips an old paint brush into the paint, draws
a thick line across the letters of the McGregor Farm sign.
Below it, she begins to paint new letters Moonstone Rescue.
Across the street, Axel sits in his black BMW stares
longingly at the fire arm, glares with disgust at Loupe,
who doesn't notice him. He takes a moment, but seems
to make up his mind about something, an expression of
determination crossing his face before he drives off into the night.
Interior Maya's room. Night Maya sits up in bed, flips
through the pages of Nora's sketchbook, but she's too distracted
to pay attention footsteps in the hallway, followed by a
knock at her door. Maya Maya almost responds, but instead
she reaches over to her lamp and turns off the light.
Interior Robert's office. Moments later, Exhausted, Robert collapses onto a
futon with dingy yellowed sheets and a thin blanket. His
eyes are only closed for a moment before he hears soft,
broken hearted sobs from the next room, Maya. Robert sits
up as if prepared to go to her, but he
reaches for his headphones and puts them over his ears.
Loud music drown out the sounds of his daughter's crying.
Interior Maya's room, saying the moonlight illuminates the tears that
streak down Maya's face as she lies in bed. A
bright light fills the room Maya stops crying and sits up.
We can't see what she sees, but whatever it is,
its brightness causes her to squint and put a hand
up to her eyes. She continues to squint into the
light until her eyes widen in amazement. Mop exterior street night,
Henry the cat prowls the moonlit streets, her movements quick
and alert. The soft sound of echoes in the quiet night.
Missus Silva appears in her doorway, a silver dish in hand, beckoning,
Henry yews softly and approaches her curiosity peaked, Missus Silva
places the dish on the ground. Henry eagerly laps up
the cream inside.
Good kitty, Go ahead, Jim.
She scoops Henry into her arms.
Come on, Jim, let's get you warm inside.
With a final glance around the silent street, Missus Silva
retreats indoors, closing the door behind her. End of pilot,
excellent peop