SCENE 1 - MIDNIGHT COFFEE (FLASHBACK)

[Flashback music cue. Evie mops the floor and hums to herself. Grace counts the last of the coins in the bottom of the tip jar. Soft, nostalgic, a little mournful piano music plays throughout the scene.]

GRACE: (low, to herself) $35 and ten, twenty, thirty, thirty-five, forty…

EVIE: Check out the color of the mop water.

GRACE: I don’t want to know.

EVIE: It’s red. It almost looks like clay. Or blood.

GRACE: (louder) $36 and five, ten, fifteen…

EVIE: And yet, despite all my labors, the floor looks exactly the same.

GRACE: You’ll make me lose count.

EVIE: Sorry, sorry. Can’t let you take all my laundry quarters.

GRACE: 88… 89… 90… 91. (sarcastic) Love when it’s an odd number.

EVIE: You can have the extra penny on the house.

GRACE: That’s $18.45 each.

EVIE: It’s enough to get halal cart on my walk home. I call that a win.

[Footsteps.]

GRACE: Before you go, I grabbed a joint on my way over here. We could share. That is, if you don’t have plans.

EVIE: The building two over has a courtyard in the back. It’s a bit overgrown and full of trash, but it has a bench. And the fence is easy to jump.

GRACE: Perfect.

[We time skip ahead a few minutes. Road noise fades in. Footsteps. Evie and Grace walk down the sidewalk towards the courtyard.]

EVIE: Don’t you have class tomorrow?

GRACE: Don’t you?

EVIE: Sure, but everyone expects me to blow off class.

GRACE: That can't be true.

EVIE: I’m inching my way through a bachelor’s degree that’s already taken two years more than it was supposed to. At this rate, I’ll die before I graduate.

[Pause. Chain link fence jingles.]

GRACE: Will this thing hold our weight?

EVIE: We’ll have to go one at a time, but the fence will get over it. Here, I’ll show you how it’s done.

[Chain link fence jingles as Evie starts to climb.]

GRACE: This isn’t the first fence I’ve climbed.

EVIE: Okay! You never told me what you got up to in Flushing.

GRACE: And I think your professors would help you if you asked them.

EVIE: Who says I haven’t?

GRACE: Have you?

EVIE: It’s more fun this way.

[Soft thud as Evie jumps the rest of the way down the fence on the other side.]

EVIE: Okay, fence expert, your turn.

[Chain link fence jingles again as Grace now starts to climb. A few noises of exertion.]

GRACE: I failed out of Cornell.

EVIE: I don’t believe you.

GRACE: No, it’s true. Junior year, it was like someone threw a brick at me. Total system shutdown. I looked at my homework, my projects, the papers I needed to write, and it was like I couldn’t move. I would sit there for hours, looking at my laptop, willing myself to get it all done. I didn't want to waste two years of hard work. I was on the honor roll. And then I just… (sigh) I couldn’t do it anymore. Something switched me off, and I couldn’t find another way to switch myself back on. I really, really wanted there to be a reason. Any reason. A breakup, a tragedy, a falling out with my best friend. Anything that I could blame, but there was nothing. I just couldn’t do it anymore. I barely passed the fall. By the spring, I stopped turning stuff in, and all the while, I couldn’t stop thinking, you think you can do a Master’s degree? You can barely handle this.

[Soft thud as Grace now lands in the courtyard.]

EVIE: How did you start moving again?

GRACE: (sigh) My parents picked me up and drove me back to Flushing. I lay in bed for a week. I was so angry. At Cornell, at my advisor, but mostly at myself. I couldn’t hack it. I wasn’t strong enough. Finally, my parents told me that I had to get a job or see a psychologist. So, for a few months, I forced myself to see the closest one that took my insurance. She told me a lot of things about myself that I didn’t want to hear.

EVIE: Were they true?

GRACE: I’m still figuring that part out.

EVIE: Are you telling me to go to therapy?

GRACE: No! No, I wouldn’t assume- I was just trying to tell you that I get it. At least a bit, I get it and I’m- I’m your friend and I’m here for you.

EVIE: Thanks.

GRACE: Despite the trash, this place is really nice.

EVIE: I found it a few months ago on my walk home. If other people come here, I haven’t seen them, but I think it’s all mine. It always looks exactly the way I left it, like it disappears every time I leave.

GRACE: Is it weird to call it beautiful?

EVIE: Am I weird if I agree with you?

GRACE: It’s like The Secret Garden. You could plant wildflowers here and they’d just take care of themselves. A little park all for you.

[Lighter click.]

EVIE: Look up. See all those windows? That’s the dream killer. No real privacy, no real secrets. Nothing is just for you.

GRACE: If you care for it, it’s yours.

[She inhales and exhales.]

GRACE: Fuck the people watching. If they cared so much, they’d plant wildflowers too.

EVIE: If I spend one more moment on my feet, I’ll drop dead.

[She inhales.]

EVIE: You want your joint back?

GRACE: Wait a minute. I want to take a picture of you.

EVIE: (exhale) Why?

GRACE: Because the sun is setting and I love the way the smoke curls around your face.

EVIE: I thought you archived photographs.

GRACE: Can’t I have hobbies? No, don’t look at me. Stare right into that third floor window.

EVIE: I hope they’re watching me.

GRACE: I hope they aren’t. This isn’t for them. Cross your legs a little, and lift your hand up just a touch. Perfect, don’t move.

[Phone camera clicks a few times. The sounds of Brooklyn seep a little bit into the Secret Garden.]

GRACE: There, you’re good.

[Footsteps.]

GRACE: Scoot over and give me that.

EVIE: Let me see the photo. (small laugh) I look like A classic Hollywood femme fatale.

GRACE: I like it.

EVIE: I do too. I bet she goes to cocktail parties.

GRACE: I bet she drinks Scotch.

EVIE: I bet her diary reads like a tabloid.

GRACE: I bet she’s cheating with two different men.

EVIE: And at least one woman.

GRACE: Yeah, at least one.

EVIE: They used to hop those actors up on speed just to get them through a day of shooting. Did you know that Heddy Lamarr was an inventor? The military used tech that she helped develop, and they didn’t pay her a cent. She spent the last years of her life shut in at home, calling her loved ones for hours on end. How does that happen? How do people let stuff like that happen? And she had money. What about people like us?

GRACE: We work, I guess. We look after each other. We slip our friends cups of fancy coffee when the managers aren’t looking.

EVIE: It’s not enough.

GRACE: It’s the best we can do.

EVIE: I don’t think that’s true. There’s so much more to do, if we had the time, the willingness to do it.

GRACE: How many windows do you count facing this courtyard?

EVIE: Uh, twenty, maybe?

GRACE: If you had a heart attack right now, and I screamed for help, as loud as I could, one of those twenty people would do something. Come down, call 911, something.

EVIE: You think so?

GRACE: I do.

EVIE: Why?

GRACE: Because I have to. Neither of us know, for sure, what would happen, so I choose to live in a world where people help each other. It's the only world I want to live in, anyway.

[INTRO MUSIC]

SCENE 2 - EVIE’S APARTMENT (PRESENT DAY)

[Road noise. Maya waits outside Evie’s apartment building. Rapid footsteps. Grace breathes a little heavy.]

GRACE: Sorry! Work ran late. How are you, Maya?

MAYA: Fine. I’ll feel better when we’re out of this alley.

GRACE: At least it’s still bright outside.

MAYA: (sigh) I meant that two anxious people loitering in an alley might draw attention.

GRACE: Right. Anyway, you’re the taller one.

MAYA: What?

GRACE: Someone needs to jump up and pull the ladder down, and you’ll have better luck than me.

MAYA: Right, or you could take my hand. Move over here a bit. Make sure no one from the sidewalk can see me.

[Maya’s voice echos a little as she casts.]

MAYA: Great, now picture the ladder coming down just enough to graze my fingers. See it shudder. See how its rusty joints give way to gravity. Do you see it?

GRACE: Yes.

MAYA: Hold it in your mind. See it as clearly as you can.

[The ladder shudders a moment, then falls down to meet Maya’s fingertips.]

GRACE: That's so cool!

MAYA: Yeah. Yeah, I guess it is pretty cool. Anyway, let’s get upstairs.

[Transition music. We time skip ahead a few minutes. Maya and Grace climb into Evie’s apartment.]

MAYA: Coast is clear, but keep your voice down. We don’t know if anyone's outside her front door.

[Footsteps.]

GRACE: Everything looks the same as the last time I was here.

MAYA: That’s good, that means the ward worked.

GRACE: The what?

MAYA: Why do you think Hirsch was after your key so badly?

GRACE: He couldn’t get into the apartment any other way.

MAYA: Don’t you think that's weird? Why would your key open the door when a locksmith’s copy wouldn't? Here, follow me.

[Footsteps.]

MAYA: See, bracelet's still here. It's a charm.

GRACE: What's that?

MAYA: An object with one specific spell attached to it. In this case, a ward, a protection spell. It stops anyone from entering who doesn't have one of Evie's keys. She must've given you a valid copy so you could bypass it.

[Footsteps.]

GRACE: I thought you said that magic needs mutual understanding. How is the bracelet magic all on its own? A bracelet can't understand anything.

MAYA: It's difficult, but possible, to make charms for basic stuff. I invented them. It took forever, but I figured out that you can kind of trick the object into being its own listener. It's a really literal listener, though.

GRACE: I still don't get it.

MAYA: Let me show you.

[Bracelet jingles as Maya touches it. Static, a sizzle on the air. Maya’s voice doubles a little as she casts.]

MAYA: (softly, to the bracelet) Hey, it's me. You know me. The danger's passed. Relax.

[The bracelet relaxes. Static stops.]

MAYA: See, on the underside of the bracelet here?

[Bracelet jingles.]

GRACE: Tiny text. Really tiny.

MAYA: Those are the instructions for the charm. Every so often, someone would need to charge it. Magic still requires energy to work, and for that you need a person, but you only need one. When I started building these, the hardest part was making my instructions precise enough. If I was too vague, or tried something too complex, the whole spell failed in practice. Think about it: this charm is meant to keep an unwanted visitor from opening the door, but we snuck in through the window. It didn't do anything about that. Objects aren't people. They can't think creatively.

[Footsteps.]

MAYA: Are these the plants you mentioned?

GRACE: Yeah. I'm surprised by how many there are. Evie didn't read to me like a plant person.

MAYA: I don’t think they're for decoration. I think she was practicing on them.

GRACE: How?

MAYA: Plants are regenerative, alive, easy to speak to. If you want to practice shaping things with magic, plants are a good, cheap way to do that.

GRACE: Do you do that?

MAYA: Yeah. I use mine to test new ideas for charms or wards. Even if you fail, they'll grow back, and you can try again. When Evie and I first met, she was still new to her magic. We practiced the basics on plants together to build her confidence. She had to find her own voice. If she used my words to do her magic, it wouldn't work.

GRACE: So if she spoke another language, she might need to use that?

MAYA: Exactly. I’ve met Deaf people who sign their spells. The authenticity, the comfort, the confidence, that’s matters a lot.

GRACE: How did you meet Evie?

[Club music fades in, underscoring Maya’s story.]

MAYA: She came to one of my shows. In the middle of my set, I looked up and saw this girl changing the lights different colors. They were lime green and warm yellow and periwinkle, colors I knew those bulbs couldn't make. She bounced the light around so it reflected off itself. Tiny sparkles dancing in these rich bands of color. I found her after the show, we got a drink, and I warned her about doing magic so publicly. She was so excited to meet another magical person, though, I don't think it got through. We've been friends ever since.

[Music fades.]

GRACE: When was this?

MAYA: Four years ago.

[Pause.]

GRACE: This whole time, she's had magic, and I had no idea.

[Footsteps.]

MAYA: She has a real head for magic. It feels almost… emotional when she does it. Recently, I felt confident enough in my work that I wanted to teach someone else how to make charms. Evie really wanted to learn. We were just doing basic protection charms, like the bracelet. For emergencies only, since this technique is still so new. (small laugh) Once, though, she and Noel did use a few charms to mess with me. They used them to throw their voices. When I came home, they kept calling me into different empty rooms. Drove me nuts.

[Grace laughs. Footsteps.]

MAYA: Hmm. This is weird.

[Maya runs a paper towel under the water for a moment, then wipes a bit of the residue off the side of the bucket.]

MAYA: These buckets in the sink are the kind I use when I re-pot my plants, but the residue in here isn’t dirt. See? Feel that. Does that feel like soil to you?

GRACE: No… it’s way too smooth. There’s only a bit of grit in here, sand maybe? But definitely not potting soil.

MAYA: Hmm, speaking of pots, have you seen any? Only half of these plants are potted.

GRACE: Maybe she was re-potting them before she ran off.

MAYA: Maybe, but if that were true, where are the empty pots?

[Footsteps.]

MAYA: It’s very weird… Evie was messy, but this isn’t mess. These jars of pasta are shattered, probably from falling off the shelf here. This closet door looks like someone rammed their shoulder full force into it.

GRACE: Morgan and I already figured this wasn’t a robbery.

MAYA: Maybe there was a fight? A fight confined to the front of the apartment, but then how would she have time to pack?

GRACE: And if someone couldn't force the door, and someone didn’t climb in through the fire escape, how did they get in?

MAYA: Hmm, I’m going to take a closer look at Evie's bedroom.

[Footsteps. Door opens.]

MAYA: (to herself) What are all these rubber ducks? (reading) "Shrink", "Hit", "Crouch", "Walk". What the-

[Grace screams.]

GRACE: Uh, Maya? You better check out the bathroom.

[Maya rushes back into the other room.]

MAYA: What’s up? Is everything okay?

GRACE: Yeah, well, among other things, I found our missing pots.

MAYA: A shoe box full of broken pots? Just left here on the toilet cover?

[Ceramic shards jingle as Maya looks through them.]

GRACE: That’s really what you jump to first?

MAYA: I’m taking it piece by piece. They’re all terra cotta. That’s a natural material. Makes sense, I guess, if she was using them to practice along with the plants. But why keep so many shards?

GRACE: Maybe for that! Look at the bathtub!

MAYA: Oh, Evie, what did you do?

GRACE: Maya, please, what does that look like to you?

MAYA: It looks like the outline of a person.

GRACE: And it’s in Evie’s fucking bathtub!

MAYA: I guess we know who attacked her.

GRACE: But who is that?!

[Maya wipes the side of the tub.]

MAYA: It’s not just dirt, it’s clay. It feels just like what was in those buckets outside.

GRACE: Evie got fired from the art store for stealing clay. Why, for life sized sculptures in her bathtub?

HIRSCH: (faint, from outside the door) Thank you gentlemen, you’re relieved. Get home to your families, huh?

GRACE: That’s Hirsch.

MAYA: I know that voice.

GRACE: You know Hirsch?

MAYA: You sure that’s him?

GRACE: Positive.

MAYA: I know that voice, but I have to be sure. I need to see his face.

GRACE: We have to get out of here!

MAYA: He doesn't have a key. He can't come- I took the ward off the door.

GRACE: We need a few photos of the bathroom. Morgan and Noel have to see this.

MAYA: Hurry.

[Phone camera clicks. Key jingles in the front door lock.]

MAYA: (stage whisper) Grace!

GRACE: I’m done, I’m done. Let's go.

[Rapid footsteps.]

GRACE: Uh, Maya, are you coming?

MAYA: I told you, I need to see his face.

GRACE: He’s going to see you!

MAYA: Not if I’m careful.

GRACE: How important is this?

MAYA: Very! Get back down the stairs. If I tell you to run, do it. Don’t wait for me.

[Grace opens the window and leaves.]

MAYA: (under her breath) C’mon… c’mon… just a peek.

[Door opens. Hirsch walks into the apartment. We hear his creaking footsteps getting closer.]

MAYA: That’s it… now just a little turn…

HIRSCH: Hmm.

MAYA: Gotcha.

HIRSCH: (to himself) Here we are. Laptop! Thank you, Evie. (small laugh)

[We hear his footsteps recede. Door closes. We time skip a few minutes. Maya scales down the remainder of the fire escape ladder.]

GRACE: Oh, good, you’re alright. You scared the hell out of me.

MAYA: Grace, it's him. I know him. We need to find Noel and Morgan, now.

SCENE 3 - THE CABIN

[Evie wakes to the sounds of the forest coming alive: light wind, birds, the rustling of leaves. She startles to her senses.]

EVIE: Wha- what happened?

[The Figure moves, stone scraps against stone. Evie gasps. Reedy music plays, like whistling.]

EVIE: Hello. Did you watch over me the whole night?

[Scraping.]

EVIE: Thank you. I'm happy you came looking for me.

[She stands, stretches.]

EVIE: Ugh, the cabin is still in pieces. I couldn't fix it. Why did you run away, back in Brooklyn? Why did you find me now? I'm happy you did. I'm glad to see you, but what changed?

[Pause.]

EVIE: I guess we can talk about that later. Did you destroy the cabin? It's okay, I won't be angry.

[Stone scraping. The Figure nods.]

EVIE: I know you only did it because you knew this building had stuff in it that could hurt me, but right now, not having that stuff is hurting me more.

[She sighs.]

EVIE: (to herself) I could try to fix it again, but if I'll just pass out, what's the point?

[Pause.]

EVIE: (to the Figure) Do you remember what the cabin looked like before you destroyed it?

[Pause. The Figure nods.]

EVIE: Can you rebuild it with me? You're made of magic. It has to work.

[The figure makes a small noise, somewhere between a wind instrument and a whistle.]

EVIE: Please. If Hansen sees one of their offices destroyed, they'll know we can find them. It puts me, and everyone else, in way more danger.

[The Figure gives a small, distressed noise.]

EVIE: No no, it's not your fault! You didn't know, it's okay. We can work together, please? Here, take my hand.

[Stone scraping. The Figure reaches out to Evie.]

EVIE: Thank you. Thank you so much.

[Pause. As she casts, her voice doubles.]

EVIE: Okay. Picture the cabin just as you saw it yesterday. See it, really see it, like it's already here. We're rewinding time. We're putting it back together like nothing ever happened.

[Static builds like a sizzle on the air. Reedy music increases. Crackling wood sounds. The cabin starts putting itself back together, slowly.]

EVIE: It's working it's working! O- okay, keep focusing on it. Faded wood, front porch, two windows, red door. Faded wood, front porch, two windows, red door.

[Wood sounds continue. The cabin begins to reform itself, bit by bit, piece by piece, first lethargically, then with gusto. Sizzling intensifies. Evie keeps going, like a mantra, getting more excited.]

EVIE: Faded wood, front porch, two windows, red door. Faded wood, front porch, two windows, red door. Faded wood, front porch, two windows, red door. Faded wood, front porch, two windows, red door. Yes! We did it. Holy shit, we did it.

[The Figure reacts instantly to the shout. It recoils.]

EVIE: No no no what's wrong? It's okay, everything's okay. Okay, understood. No sudden loud noises. Good to know.

[She lets out a quick breath.]

EVIE: Would you stand guard while I search? Make sure nobody enters the cabin while I'm in there. Please? This is how you can protect me.

[The Figure nods.]

EVIE: Thank you.

[Footsteps. Door opens as Evie enters the cabin. Soft footsteps on a wooden floor, occasionally punctured by the creaking floorboards.]

EVIE: The floor plan was surprisingly accurate. That’s something. Didn’t prepare me for how kitschy the living room furniture is, but no plan is perfect. Still, two different flower prints? Really?

[Footsteps.]

EVIE: (long sigh) Decent kitchen, but barely anything to cook with. I guess that makes sense. Somehow I doubt these guys know how to cook.

[She opens the fridge and starts rummaging around bottles.]

EVIE: (sigh) I'll have to go into town to eat. I’m not going to live of expired barbecue sauce, one box of pasta, and… (gags) gross! And an apple from like, the 1800s.

[She closes the fridge.]

EVIE: Okay, focus: documents. If I were a narc, where would I hide sensitive documents?

[Her footsteps fade out with the scene.]

SCENE 4 - MAYA & NOEL’S APARTMENT

MORGAN: Evie built what?

GRACE: I think its some sort of figure. Could be a sculpture or a statue.

NOEL: Or Evie herself? Would she have some reason to cover herself in clay?

MORGAN: Did you find anything else?

MAYA: Broken terra cotta pots, a lot of plants, dirt, mud, more clay.

GRACE: Then Hirsch nearly caught us. Maya, who is he? You said you knew him.

[They speak at the same time.]

MORGAN & NOEL: You do?

MAYA: So do you. Will's back.

NOEL: If he did something to Evie-

MAYA: We're not going to let it get that far.

MORGAN: Who's Will?

NOEL: A traitor and an asshole.

MAYA: A former friend of ours. He left us for Hansen years ago, before either of us even met Evie.

GRACE: He can do magic?

MAYA: Yeah.

MORGAN: Why would he do that? You guys said they make most of their money harassing magical people.

MAYA: I've been trying to figure that out since he left.

NOEL: Selfish people make the best traitors.

MAYA: Noel, drop it, please.

NOEL: Okay, sorry.

MAYA: If Hansen found out that Evie’s after their records, we have to get to her before they do.

GRACE: Or what?

MAYA: She might not come home.

[Pause.]

MORGAN: Alix and I are going to figure out which office Evie went to. Then, at least, we’ll have somewhere to go.

NOEL: Maya, you were teaching Evie how to make charms. Could the mud figure in the bathtub be related?

MAYA: Why would she practice with mud and clay when she had so many plants? I guess she could've been practicing her control over her magic. Use it to sculpt different forms…

GRACE: I don’t think so. With that many broken pots, the pails of mud, and how much grit was in the tub? I think whatever she made sat there a while.

NOEL: It doesn’t make any sense. She discovers this goldmine of secret Hansen intel. Days later, her friend gets beat up by a Hansen operative. Then she goes and makes sculptures in her apartment before disappearing without a word?

MORGAN: Are we sure she was making charms in the first place?

MAYA: I wasn't sure until I found these.

[She retrieves the ducks.]

MAYA: See how these rubber ducks are labeled? This one says "shrink." I bet if I charge it…

[Sizzle, rubber sounds.]

GRACE: It shrinks.

MAYA: They're super basic charms. Each duck does something different.

MORGAN: Let me see that. What is all this tiny text etched on the bottom?

MAYA: It’s the spell to make the magic work.

MORGAN: Because magic needs words… Oh no. I think I figured it out.

GRACE: What?

MORGAN: Of all the stupid-

MAYA: Morgan! Out with it.

MORGAN: I think Evie built a golem.

[Pause. Low, whistling music comes back.]

MORGAN: It’s a Jewish folktale we grew up with. A living clay man brought to life by wise men and mystics. Massive, incredibly strong, so powerful that they could destroy armies. They were created to be community protectors, and they're animated by specific, holy words. Sound familiar?

NOEL: So Evie, spooked by Alix’s run in with Hirsch and determined to bring the fight to Hansen, built a golem in her bathtub?

MORGAN: I think Evie’s stubborn, and she had already decided she was going after Hansen no matter what.

GRACE: That explains the destruction in her apartment. It was concentrated near the bathroom and the front door. She could’ve brought the golem to life and, I don’t know, maybe it was getting its bearings?

MAYA: Or she couldn’t control it.

GRACE: But you guys said that magical charms can only do one specific thing. "Protect" is really vague. How is building a golem even possible?

MAYA: Maybe the reason Evie couldn't control her golem was because she built it wrong. Her spell was too complex, and she didn't account for everything. I've tried making charms with more than one feature, and it's really hard to account for every possibility without testing-

[They speak at the same time.]

MAYA & MORGAN: The ducks!

MAYA: She must've made one for every aspect she wanted the golem to have, then tried putting them together into one being. It's a genius idea, but it's so dangerous, especially to do alone. That golem may break in ways she can't predict.

MORGAN: Brilliant, dangerous, and secretive. That's my sister.

NOEL: How is she keeping it alive? With every ability she added, she'd need more magic to charge it. It would take so much energy. I don't see how she could sleep through the night without it falling inert.

MORGAN: What if the golem has its own magic source? In golem mythology, mystics would inscribe those holy words on a piece of paper and stick it in the golem’s mouth. That was one of the things that brought it to life.

MAYA: Maybe. Maybe, if she did it very skillfully, and it was something she was really in tune with, something that she knew really well, maybe it could function as a secondary magic source.

GRACE: Like a backup generator.

NOEL: So, as best we know, Evie created herself a holy bodyguard and went on a solo mission to a Hansen safe house. All when she could've just asked us-

MORGAN: Hey, man, I'm sorry. Believe me, I know how this feels. It's not your fault.

GRACE: (quieter) Hey Morgan, how do those golem stories end.

MORGAN: Most of the time, the mystic deactivates the golem to limit its violence.

MAYA: Okay, I think that’s enough for tonight. We all need a good night’s sleep.

NOEL: Morgan, I’ll bring Alix over to your place tomorrow.

MAYA: We should all meet there. Once we have an idea of where Evie went, then we’re onto the fun part.

MORGAN: Which is?

MAYA: Going after her.

GRACE: Hell yes! Ooh, maybe we could get some walkie talkies, I could make us code names-

NOEL: Sleep first. Code names later.

MORGAN: Wait, wait, wait. You guys haven't told us about Will, Hirsch, whatever his name is.

NOEL: It's been a long day.

MORGAN: I'm sorry, but this can't wait. I need to know what we're up against.

MAYA: Alright, Morgan, uh, I wanted to grab a sandwich anyway. Would you walk with me?

MORGAN: Yeah, sure. I could use a sandwich, too.

[Footsteps.]

NOEL: Grace, if you have a minute, I can make us some tea.

GRACE: That sounds really nice.

[Door opens.]

NOEL: Could you get me a falafel pita?

GRACE: And some chocolate covered pretzels?

MAYA: Sure.

[Door closes.]

[Outro music.]

REMY: The Artisan Who Made Me is written and produced by Remy Davison and directed by Sydney Roslin. This episode featured Ria Meer as Grace, Chaia Alyss as Evie, Bryce Payne as Maya, Nick Jordan as Hirsch, Yaya Koas as Morgan, and Alexander Michael Reeves as Noel. Music by Jordan Speranzo, and audio production by Raphael Davison. For more information, transcripts, and to support our show, visit bottledstarproductions.com. “The Artisan Who Made Me” is sponsored, in part, by the Greater New York Arts Development Fund of the New York City Department of Cultural Affairs, administered by the Brooklyn Arts Council.