Speaker 1: M Thirteen Days of Halloween, Devil's Night, a production of
Speaker 1: I Heart three D audio Blumhouse Television and Grimm and
Speaker 1: Mild from Aaron Mackey. Headphones Recommended. Listener discretion advised. Yeah,
Speaker 1: m give me a come on. That's it. That's that's it.
Speaker 1: I got you. You're all right, You're all right now.
Speaker 1: I gotta camp fire. You get yourself dry man, drape
Speaker 1: this only let me move that guitar. Two. Yeah, you're
Speaker 1: a good bupper. What's his name? Friend? Arrow? Arrow, straight
Speaker 1: and true and yours Max, and mine is barred, or
Speaker 1: at least that's what VOTs call me on account of
Speaker 1: my talents and proclivities. But enough about me. What you're
Speaker 1: doing in the river? Max? Jump off a train? Oh,
Speaker 1: the old railway bridge. I bet that's a story. You
Speaker 1: ain't gotta tell me. But I bet that's a story
Speaker 1: and a half. You're lucky i'm here, Otherwise you'd be
Speaker 1: a mile down river by now. Thanks for pulling me up.
Speaker 1: I I gotta get to town. Friend, you're sharing like
Speaker 1: a cartoon dog, Warm up first smoke? Mm hmm, suit yourself.
Speaker 1: Who's your friend? Friend? You mean Arrow? No? I mean
Speaker 1: that other friend I saw two of you downstream. Hey,
Speaker 1: calm yourself, it's just us. Now. Whoever you saw he
Speaker 1: ain't my friend. Well you got a friend and Jesus
Speaker 1: friend to a preacher too. Now I ain't taking that
Speaker 1: up yet. I twisted my ankle and gotta rested a bit,
Speaker 1: So I'm biding my time here beneath the bridge like
Speaker 1: some kind of troll. The troll, Well, I ain't much
Speaker 1: to look at, right, I live under a bridge, and
Speaker 1: I know a few things about it's crossing. What's a troll?
Speaker 1: If not that? If you say so, Mr town h. Bradberry,
Speaker 1: isn't Yeah, h little ways off, but it's a straight shot.
Speaker 1: It's the right road up there. But you're you're gonna
Speaker 1: have to climb up that embankment cross overhead. Which road
Speaker 1: is it? I don't know its name. I just know
Speaker 1: where it goes. It'll take you straight in sure enough.
Speaker 1: I'm guessing you'd rather stay off the main track. Lots
Speaker 1: of curious folks out tonight. You might cut through the
Speaker 1: woods and the hobo camp. But either way you gotta cross.
Speaker 1: Thanks for the help, But I got a warden up there.
Speaker 1: What bridges have wardens? Wardens above, wardens below? And here's
Speaker 1: some free advice. It's the wardens above that you gotta
Speaker 1: worry about it. They're the ones calling the shots. They're
Speaker 1: the ones with the guns and dogs no offense. They're
Speaker 1: the reason the whole damn world is in this mess,
Speaker 1: and they're awake, dust and ruin. Remember that. Now, those
Speaker 1: of us beneath the bridges, we look to the rivers
Speaker 1: and streams, friend, the old ways, the old flow. When
Speaker 1: they built the bridges, they bisected it. They linked lands
Speaker 1: that shouldn't be linked. Spread the curse of road from
Speaker 1: here to Timbuctoo. I don't think I understand what you're
Speaker 1: trying to say. Bridges are unnatural things, and they collect
Speaker 1: unnatural energies. Friend, there are a place where boundaries were thin.
Speaker 1: They draw and loathsome souls who sometimes find sweet release
Speaker 1: in the waters. Beneath the span, there are a place
Speaker 1: of execution. To you saying, I'll tell your tale across
Speaker 1: the sea over and Hint they have a bridge between
Speaker 1: town and castle, and there the Count of Hint had
Speaker 1: his headsmen ply the trade. Now, it's a shame when
Speaker 1: a father and son both stand accused the same crime.
Speaker 1: But that's what happened in this case, the crime was rebellion,
Speaker 1: so the acts had to fall. But the Count was
Speaker 1: a strange man. Into him, common ways were even stranger.
Speaker 1: Most perplexing of all was love, and he wondered which
Speaker 1: love is stronger, the love of a child for apparent
Speaker 1: or apparent for a child. So the Count told the
Speaker 1: father and son he'd spare whichever of them cut the
Speaker 1: head from the other, work it out between the two
Speaker 1: of you, said naturally, the father would only have it
Speaker 1: one way, and the son reluctantly agreed, tears streaming down
Speaker 1: his cheeks. The sun lifted the blade on high. He
Speaker 1: brought it down with all the skill and precision he
Speaker 1: could muster, amateur that he was. For Then something miraculous happened.
Speaker 1: The sword shattered against his neck, Against his neck, what
Speaker 1: could the Count do? He pardoned them both. He threw
Speaker 1: the broken blade into the waters below the bridge, where
Speaker 1: it said the heads of the executed swam and leapt excitedly,
Speaker 1: for something had occurred to break the cycle of death
Speaker 1: on that unwholesome span of brick and iron. You sure
Speaker 1: know a lot about bridges. I know a lot about
Speaker 1: some things, and almost nothing about most things. I can't
Speaker 1: tell you who the president is, but I can tell
Speaker 1: you about the mud monster of more right, no sit
Speaker 1: for this one, friend, You're not drawn off yet by
Speaker 1: half up in Ile. There's a bridge near Moor. They
Speaker 1: say that's where a fellow drove to after he killed
Speaker 1: the whole family. Some say his family with a great,
Speaker 1: big bloody hammer. I know Ralph could think about impossible
Speaker 1: to live with. Some say the cops took chase and
Speaker 1: he drove off the bridge. Others insist he lashed that
Speaker 1: big hammer to his own neck and just jumped into
Speaker 1: the drink. Either way, they never found the body. It
Speaker 1: sank beneath the gray waters. His face was never seen again.
Speaker 1: But you know how these things go. For hid everything
Speaker 1: that sinks the most surface, and everything thing that rises,
Speaker 1: he keep back. So they say my beard's just a
Speaker 1: tail to keep kids away from the bridge. But they
Speaker 1: say what's left of him does rise up from the monk,
Speaker 1: a body caked in mud and clay, smelling all catfish
Speaker 1: and the crypt creeping with a pace of geology. He's
Speaker 1: slow but unstoppable, and so folks who go messing around
Speaker 1: the bridge at night. Sometimes hear odd sounds from the water,
Speaker 1: amorous Couples who tarry too long might feel a cold
Speaker 1: clay hand on thigh, and them's that sleep beneath the
Speaker 1: bridge during the downpour may find themselves dragged into the depths.
Speaker 1: All but I've done and scared your dog. We're fine here, buddy.
Speaker 1: I gotta treat in my bag for you. One set.
Speaker 1: I gotta go, mr. I know you do, friend, Uh,
Speaker 1: I gotta advise you once more about the warden up there.
Speaker 1: I'll sneak around him. It don't work like that. You
Speaker 1: crossed the bridge, you cross his gaze, and then you
Speaker 1: gotta deal with him directly. It'll look you in the eyes,
Speaker 1: and if you don't know exactly what to do, you'll
Speaker 1: be his no homecoming for max and hour. What do
Speaker 1: I do? Then there's an exact course of action, and
Speaker 1: I'll tell it to you for free. Friend of friend.
Speaker 1: Legend tells of a goatherd who crossed an old bridge
Speaker 1: every market day, and who should guard this bridge? But
Speaker 1: a troll. Not a warden beneath, mind you, but a
Speaker 1: warden above. This troll slept atop the bridge, blocking the
Speaker 1: way with his loathsome bulk, and the slightest footsteps would
Speaker 1: waken to demand payment a single goat, which he'd gobbled
Speaker 1: down bones and all the goat hurt. Always paid up,
Speaker 1: bade up and tried not to listen too hard to
Speaker 1: the chewing sounds that followed. But then one market day
Speaker 1: he encountered not one, but two trolls. They demanded two goats,
Speaker 1: hardly fair at all, but he paid the toll. He
Speaker 1: pinched his ears and walked on. Then one day he
Speaker 1: came to cross and encountered three trolls, and him only
Speaker 1: having three goats. You gotta goat for me to take
Speaker 1: up there, no listen. The goatherd had something better, a
Speaker 1: micah stone he picked up in the woods. It glittered
Speaker 1: and shone like silver in the light, A shimmering silver coin,
Speaker 1: it looked like it. And so when the three trolls
Speaker 1: rose from their slumber, stretching their grotesque glenbs in the
Speaker 1: morning light, the goatherd produced this false silver, held it
Speaker 1: high for them to fathom, and then he threw it
Speaker 1: off the bridge. Wouldn't you know those three troll brothers
Speaker 1: fought and tripped over themselves to claim the coin, and
Speaker 1: all fell into the river. They washed down stream, away
Speaker 1: from their bridge and its power, where the sun turned
Speaker 1: them into rocky aisles. I'm going you see silver, you
Speaker 1: throw it over the side. Only way you're a get
Speaker 1: at a cross friend at least tongue to put your
Speaker 1: troll talk. Well, I didn't catch the others. I'm arresting you.
Speaker 1: I wear up and nothing off, really, and you're wearing
Speaker 1: a sheet would sit around your eyes? What are you
Speaker 1: throwing the river? When I pulled up empty milk bottle?
Speaker 1: Oh lord? What was the just deg and so hurricanic gas?
Speaker 1: All the same, will be satisfied that you finally up
Speaker 1: would kill someone. These cops are too tight. I reckon
Speaker 1: they are. Hey, stop right there, boy, this one with you?
Speaker 1: I don't know that kid. Boy you with him? No,
Speaker 1: I head over here. Now, don't make me chase you.
Speaker 1: I I'm not gonna ask again. Kid move, yes, sir.
Speaker 1: If anyone's up to something, it's him. Officer shushing. He's
Speaker 1: one of those wild boys. It looks like ship anymore
Speaker 1: that from you, And I'm not dropping you theself. I'm
Speaker 1: dropping you five miles down the road with a boot
Speaker 1: in your grass. You got a junior kid. You aren't
Speaker 1: threatened me. He means to bust me up. Buss you
Speaker 1: up like hell like this, I'm dropping up both of
Speaker 1: you and the sticks tit, I said Tom here. I
Speaker 1: tried to warn him. I did, And now he sees
Speaker 1: what that wardens all about. He sees where compliance will
Speaker 1: get it dragged out to the county line and left
Speaker 1: in the dark or worse. He's stuck now. But this
Speaker 1: is when he sees it, gleaming silver in the moonlight,
Speaker 1: pinned to the wardens shirt with the text police embossed across.
Speaker 1: He realizes, now I told him, true, you see silver,
Speaker 1: you shrow it over the side. Otherwise the gig is up,
Speaker 1: I said Catherine over here, kiss stop, I didn't do anything.
Speaker 1: You're all wet up. God damn. But this is the moment,
Speaker 1: heavy swollen. It swallows up the whole night. The squad
Speaker 1: car idling there like a beast, burning twin beams into
Speaker 1: the dark, the teen in bedsheets, his nose bloody and
Speaker 1: his eyes still sooted up like a skulk arrow tugging
Speaker 1: at the policeman's pant let again. And there's that badge,
Speaker 1: glowing silver in the moonlight like a promise ful max nose.
Speaker 1: It's now or never. What the hell you doing like
Speaker 1: that the team may be bloody, he ain't out. He
Speaker 1: seizes the chance as well. The cop don't say anything,
Speaker 1: you don't have to. His eyes are wild with rage,
Speaker 1: trickle of blood flowing down his scalp because he leans
Speaker 1: there against the side of the bridge. I think the
Speaker 1: kids seen eyes like those before. I think he knows
Speaker 1: what's gonna go next. A man like that's only gonna
Speaker 1: respond to a certain kind of way. The kids horrified,
Speaker 1: and he's even more horrified when he sees what comes
Speaker 1: rising up behind him? What what? What the hellas that?
Speaker 1: They stare agape as the earth itself rises up A
Speaker 1: figure sculptor out of fetid muck, long and tuned in
Speaker 1: river bottom clay. It's voice nothing but a mud choke
Speaker 1: death rapp or. It wraps its dripping arms around the
Speaker 1: policeman and pulls the cop over the side of the bridge.
Speaker 1: Payment for passage. Just don't look back, don't look a back. See.
Speaker 1: I knew he had a friend out there, someone to watch.
Speaker 1: All were him in the night, a warden of the heart.
Speaker 1: Mm hm. They have we triess and temptedships is their
Speaker 1: trouble anywhere? We should never be scared. Take it to
Speaker 1: the Lord in prayer. What a friend we have injurious Well?
Speaker 1: I was wondering when you turn up again? Half was
Speaker 1: some trick friend. You got a good kid there, yes,
Speaker 1: stubborn but full of surprises. Thirteen Days of Halloween Devil's Night,
Speaker 1: starring Carter Rockwood and Clancy Brown. Episode five, The Bridge,
Speaker 1: written by Robert Lamb, edited by Zoe Shay, Sound designed
Speaker 1: by Jesse Funk, featuring the voices of Joe Hart, Raphael
Speaker 1: Corkill and Vinnie Belbo. And guitar playing by Joe Hart.
Speaker 1: Directed by Alexander Williams. Script supervision by Nicolas Takowski. Casting
Speaker 1: by Sunday Bowling c s A and Meg Mormon c
Speaker 1: s A. Production coordinator Wayna Calderon. Production assistants Zoe Shay
Speaker 1: and Amber Ferris. Animal recording by Ben James, closing theme
Speaker 1: by Rose Azerte. Loyalty Freak Music dot Com. Recorded at
Speaker 1: d G Entertainment in Los Angeles, California. Engineered by Gary
Speaker 1: Forbes and Jody Abbott. Executive producers Aaron Manky, Noah Finberg,
Speaker 1: Chris Dickey, Matt Frederick, and Alexander Williams. Supervising producers Trevor
Speaker 1: Young and Josh Thane, producers Jesse Funk and rima Il Kali.
Speaker 1: Thirteen Days of Halloween was created by Matt Frederick and
Speaker 1: Alexander Williams and is a production of I Heeart three
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