Episode 8: What Doesn't Kill You, Maims You

A hidden message. A white whale. A pocket watch that changes everything.

The Farm is a mystery-thriller audio drama about family secrets, betrayal, and survival.

Credits Story created by Melody Herr

Audioplay by Adriana Laplanche

Story Editor Melody Herr

Produced and Created by Melody Herr

Edited by Sebastian Jones

Sound Design by Enoch Quintanilla

Music by AviShai Dayanim & Ellysa Rose

Starring:

Ellysa Rose as Reilly Whitaker

With Special Guest star Rushi Kota as SHERIFF ACHAK

And Co-Starring:

Brendan Bradley as CAM

Donte Paris as JOSH TILLERMAN

Featuring:

Mark Veau as the RADIO REPORTER

Georgia Bridgers as IDA McINTYRE

Jeanne Taylor as MOLLY

Omari Williams as BRETT

Andrea Grano as Sheriff Hernandez

Georgia Bridgers as Ida McIntyre

TRANSCRIPT:

Speaker A:

And move. You don't want to do this, Cam.

You don't know anything about what I really want to do.

Speaker B:

I got a few ideas, actually.

Speaker A:

Toss your keys to the side. Do it.

You killed Gregory.

Yeah, I did. You're smiling about this?

I didn't think you'd be the one to figure it out. Guess Riley likes you for your brains, too. Why? What did he do to you? A better question is, what didn't he do?

He had a good father, Josh. Strong, hard-working. It's a shame you're nothing like him.

Speaker B:

Everything's been falling apart since you came to town: Gregory, the farm, the animals, the Bill Hook, Harrison.

Speaker A:

I call it falling into place.

Speaker B:

Riley's gonna know what you did.

Speaker A:

You're gonna pay. Yeah? How's that?

Josh, Riley knows I'm here. I beg to differ. No, no, I told her right before.

You're lucky I need you alive, Josh. Consider this an act of mercy.

Speaker C:

You're listening to the Farm, A Little Fish Entertainment and Honeydew Studios Production. This is episode eight. What doesn't kill you maims you.

Dust on the floor and dreams in the train. Another night talking to the rain.

Speaker B:

You are a mess.

Speaker C:

And you're a dick. Let me go.

Speaker B:

Well, I can't let you drive.

Speaker C:

First of all, I can sleep in the back of the car.

But secondly, what are you gonna do, take my keys?

Speaker B:

Dude, I don't want to wrestle you.

Speaker C:

Brett, move.

Speaker B:

I'm not letting you near that car. It is too much of a risk.

Speaker C:

Fine. Screw it. I'm walking home.

Speaker B:

Riley. Seriously?

Riley. God, you suck when you're drunk.

Speaker C:

I knew I wasn't okay, but that didn't mean I needed a babysitter. Especially not Barrett. Playing the nice guy while trying to steal my promotion. I used to think I could count on people, but these days, I don't even trust my own instincts, let alone anyone else's.

What a jerk. Oh, and speaking of jerks.

Speaker B:

Hey, Riley, it's Josh. Please call me back when you get the chance. I promise you, what you saw today, it's not what you think.

I care about you. And us. It could be us too much to betray you. Riley, call me.

Speaker A:

Please.

Speaker C:

I don't know what to believe.

Speaker D:

Josh.

Speaker E:

Riley. What on earth are you doing out here so late?

Speaker C:

Oh, I was just walking home.

Speaker E:

You're as drunk as a skunk.

Get inside. You can sleep on the cot in the back and rest up till morning.

Speaker C:

But I really should head home. Like, really.

Speaker E:

And your father would damn near rise out of the grave if I let you walk alone at night.

So get inside, young lady. Get in there.

Move it.

Speaker C:

Okay, okay, okay, Mrs. Molly.

Speaker A:

Leave.

Speaker B:

98.3Fm before we dive into the forecast this morning and beyond. I want to put it off, actually, as long as I. I can, because it's not good news. Just make sure you have umbrellas. We'll get to that momentarily. Batavia police have finally released more details on the recent death of longtime resident Gregory Whitman, whose real name we now know to be Gregory Edward Hawthorne.

Our very own D. James ha