A Rising Tide Page #3

- I did,

um, I went to school

for clothing design.

I have a little workshop.

- It's very well made, and

I kinda know what

I'm talking about.

- You make dresses?

- No.

No, I used to work

in a textile factory.

- Really?

- Yeah.

- When?

- You know, honey,

I'm sure Mister Blake

doesn't want to talk

about ancient history.

- Anyone care for

some beef tartare?

- Sam, right?

- Yeah.

- You're just the guy

I want to talk to.

Sam, you own a local business,

you own a restaurant.

- Oh, well, my dad owns it.

- Oh, you're dad owns

a restaurant, okay.

But you make more there than you

would at the big

chain restaurants.

- Roger.

- But did you know the

big chain restaurants,

they offer health coverage.

I mean, do you guys

offer that to your staff?

- No.

- No.

- Roger.

- Are you guys hiring right now?

- No, we aren't.

- That's a shame, I guess

I'm gonna have to uh,

table the ol' application.

Sounds to me like the good jobs

out there are

kinda hard to find.

- Yeah, they are.

Better get back to work.

- Sam!

Sam!

I'm so sorry.

- It's fine, don't

worry about it.

- That wasn't about you at all.

That was totally our baggage.

He was a total dick.

- I wouldn't say that.

- You don't have to bullshit me.

Please, if I hear anymore

bullshit I could scream.

Are you taking a break?

- Yeah, I got a little

while before dessert.

I just needed some fresh air.

- F*** fresh air.

How 'bout a drink?

You brought the tuna,

I brought the bourbon.

- Is that right?

- You're a chef.

Every good meal deserves

a good drink, right?

- That's a good point.

- I take a walk out

here every night.

It's so quiet.

I mean, just look out there.

I don't know.

I love it here.

- I don't know, it's

kind of dark and cold.

Wouldn't you rather be inside?

- No.

When Roger and I

were first together,

he could be very charming.

Cute, even.

Things weren't always like this.

We actually had a couple

of really good years.

But now, at the end of

the day I think, tonight.

Tonight he's gonna come

home and we won't fight.

But we do.

Alright, your turn.

- Thanks, but uh,

I should probably head

back to the kitchen.

- Uh-huh, no, no.

I just told you my life story.

Now it's your turn.

- I have pastries to warm.

- I'm the one who hired you.

The pastries can wait.

Come on.

How was your year?

Don't be a p*ssy.

- Ow.

- Come on, we said no bullshit.

- Uh, you said no bullshit.

My year, I...

My year was crappy.

- Hmph.

- That was funny?

- Um,

why was it crappy?

- I spent the last six years

working my way up in New York.

It was crappy hours.

I lost touch with most

of my friends, so,

was workin' on

opening my own place.

It was a mess,

and probably the

best time of my life.

Spent every dime I had.

I was behind on rent.

I owed everyone money.

I was just hustling.

Running around town,

catering, making a buck

any way I could just

to keep it going.

But every day I cooked

whatever I wanted.

It was good.

I just knew.

I knew it was the best

stuff I could make.

I loved it.

I took the time.

I did it right.

I made each dish perfect.

I had a soft opening,

a few good reviews.

I was in over my head.

It turns out people

don't let you

stay when you don't pay 'em.

Rent was 10 grand a month.

So, now I'm working

for my dad again,

like when I was a teenager.

Then the storm came.

I watched half the

place get destroyed.

- That's not your fault.

I mean that happened

to everybody.

- My dad would disagree.

I mean we put out some sandbags,

but I could have prepped better.

I was inside drinking

with my friends,

sure nothing would happen.

Anyway.

It's been a crappy year, yes.

Most of this year I

wish I could forget.

- Alright, well,

then let's make your night

something to remember.

- What are you doin'?

- I have recently been reminded

that life is very short,

so, I'm living it.

You?

Are you coming with me, or what?

- I'm thinking it over!

- Come on, it's no big deal!

The water's warm, I

do this all the time!

- You're crazy!

And kinda hot.

- What?

- I said you're crazy!

- You're crazy!

You've lived here

your whole life

and you've never done this?

- No!

Because it's freakin'

dangerous at night.

- Ugh.

- Sarah?

Sarah!

Sarah?

Sh*t.

- Hey.

You okay?

- I told you it wasn't so bad.

- I think we might

have missed dessert.

- You are soaked.

- Yeah, look who's talkin'.

- Listen, you handle the

negotiations on this deal,

and uh, you can have

direct commission, 15%.

- Hey, I asked you a question!

What are you doing

out here with my wife?

- Roger, stop.

- Hey, hey.

Hold on for a second,

hold on, hold on.

- I get to

ask you that question.

- I don't know what you saw.

- Roger, calm down.

Roger please, just calm down.

- You think it was nothing?!

Roger, take a minute.

- You think it was nothing?!

You want me to calm down?!

- Ah!

- Hey!

- Roger!

- Ugh.

- Roger!

Roger, stop!

Roger, stop!

- Hey, what the

hell are you doing?

- She knows!

He knows, she knows!

You alright man?

- You okay?

- I'm fine.

Oh.

- Wait, I'm coming with you.

- Sarah, Sarah.

You going with him?

- I'm going with them.

- Not after what happened.

- Nothing happened.

- That is not what

it looked like.

- Just calm down, I'll

be back in a few hours.

- Sarah!

You stay here.

You stay home.

- Charlie.

Stay here make sure

everything's cool.

- Drive.

Please.

- Gonna be a few more hours.

- Ugh, God-dammit.

Sorry.

I was here a lot last year.

My mom was sick.

- Let me.

What was she here for?

- Lung cancer.

She left me a message

the day she died.

I didn't even call her back.

- Let's take a walk.

- Sarah, it's Mom.

Are you coming by today?

They say tomorrow

might be another scan.

I couldn't eat breakfast

really, I just feel, it's worse.

Well, I hope to see you.

I love you.

- Huh, sorry, but it's

just, it's hard to hear.

- She was beautiful

when I was a kid.

Every detail was perfect.

The way she wore her clothes,

the smell of her perfume.

I wanted to open a

store for years, but,

even if I did, it's not like

she'd be there to see it.

- What about your dad?

- He died a few years ago.

I heard you were married once?

But she died too?

- Yeah.

- I'm sorry.

- She's not good.

But, you know, it's hard to know

'cause she's such

a hypochondriac.

Oh, my God.

- I'm fine, Mom, don't worry.

- Don't worry,

you look terrible.

- What happened to you?

- Got in a fight.

- A fight?

- So what's this?

- Have you seen a doctor?

- Jesus Christ, are you alright?

- Yeah Mom, that's where

I got the stitches.

- This is you working hard?

- I was working

hard, I had a gig...

- Partying all

hours of the night,

and then a fight?

- Would you stop it!

- Dad!

- What?

- What is this?

- What's what?

- It's a collection notice.

- It's not my fault if

you're out there buying...

- For you.

- What was I supposed to do?

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