GE 1997-8 Season 4 Episode 16: God's Punishment
Note: this is not a transcript, but a working draft of the script, so there may be differences in the aired version.
PAUL: Winter weather, driving to church around the bay,
visiting the relations: the wet; the chill; the wind;
the forced isolation; the churning of progress; the slap
of snow chains on the fender of life as you skid from the
highway to the culvert.
Dad in the driver's seat: sharoosed; the slow boil; the
steam; the fingers crushing the steering column; the disturbing
deep sighs starting through the nostrils, becoming dangerous as
they moved to searing breath through clenched teeth; the mumbling
slowly turning to desperate imprecations; the eventual abuse of
God and all the heavenly powers and their intercessionaries.
Mom in the passenger seat: purposefully gazing through her mantilla
the other way out the front window, then the side window; gripping
her chin with a gloved hand; now-nowing; tch-tching; unclasping
and clasping her purse; making small unfortunate jokes and mewling
noises; unfurling her rosary beads leading us through the mysteries;
the restraint, the restraint, the restraint; then a gentle but firm
castigation on religious grounds and the invocation of the same
heavenly hosts Dad derides.
Frank in the back seat: the devil; chortling away; barely disguising
his glee; mirth, merriment and mayhem in his eyes; pinching;
goading - "sure you don't like Auntie Florrie, Dad, you said so";
red-faced after being crowned; crying now, sobbing uncontrollably;
"it's not fair", he says.
The guilt. I did it. I made it happen. I made the car slip off the
road. I got Dad mad. I got Mom upset. I got Frank crying. It's all
my fault. It's God's punishment. I've been committing sins at a ...,
well, at an ungodly rate. I'm thirteen, for cryin' out loud. I'm going
through changes. My body and my mind can't agree about an awful lot.
I know this. I believe this. But right now, in the backseat of Dad's
Hillman, in a ditch on the Topsail Highway all of us whitened by the
gently falling snow, I am mortified.