Nights in Rodanthe Page #2

And now for those listeners...

... not familiar with the region

the Outer Banks.

MAN:
They are a strip of islands

which run along the Carolina coastline...

PAUL:
I don't know. I don't care.

I just want it there. I want it.

I want the equipment there when I arrive.

That's the whole point...

[JAZZ MUSIC PLAYING ON RADIO]

WOMAN [ON RADIO]:

You're listening to WROH...

... the music of Rodanthe,

where yesterday lives today.

Unless you'd prefer white?

No, no, red is fine. Red is good.

-I'll come back with your salad.

-Okay.

[DINAH WASHINGTON'S

"BACKWATER BLUES" PLAYING]

Dinah, Dinah Washington. She's so great.

Something wrong with your table?

Absolutely not.

Didn't wanna eat alone.

Oh.

Okay.

[SIGHS]

-Here's your salad.

-Thank you.

Thank you.

I'm hungry.

It's probably the air.

-What?

-Makes you hungry.

I've been coming here for years

with my husband, Jack, and the kids.

But just the kids, lately.

Yeah, well,

I never got home for dinner either.

Oh, Jack made it home

for dinner, all right.

When he, uh...

-When he was there.

-Thank you.

We, um...

We might be getting back together.

I'm sorry, I just- It's weird not knowing

if you're married or not.

It's all right. I don't know where I live.

Well, you didn't come here for the beach.

No, I came here to talk to somebody.

-More wine?

-Yeah, sure.

Oh, can I...?

-You're not having any?

-No.

Well, why not?

So if you're not Jean, who are you?

[LAUGHS]

I'm sorry, I'm Adrienne Willis.

-Adrienne.

-Adrienne Taylor.

I was Adrienne Taylor, and...

Adrienne.

[CLEARS THRO AT]

Well, uh, do you have kids?

Yeah. Yeah, I have a son.

He's a doctor.

-Really?

-Yeah.

Well, you must have done

something right.

Yeah, well, not me, my wife.

Ex-wife.

I can't take any credit.

Oh, that's great. Thank you.

-What is that?

-That glow?

-Yeah.

-It's called Teach's Light.

Captain Teach, the pirate, swore he'd put

his enemies to an everlasting fire.

That glow's supposed to be

their bodies burning.

It's not considered a good omen.

Thanks for warning me.

It's from a folktale

my dad used to tell me.

He loved telling stories.

And he had a beautiful eye.

It's because of him

that I went to art school.

-So you're an artist.

-I used to be.

Yeah.

He died a few months ago.

I'm sorry.

That's just been my year, you know.

Dad died and...

...my husband...

...and my daughter decided

she hated me.

I don't know why I thought

things were gonna get easier.

Yeah, we all did.

I think I'm gonna go in now.

-I think I'll go for a walk.

-Okay.

-Good night.

-Night.

[PIPES CREAKING]

Danny still up?

I told him that we'd talk every night.

Aw. Well, don't wake him.

Did he do his inhaler before he fell asleep?

Jack, I told you.

You're gonna have to go in there,

wake him up and give him his medicine.

[PIPES RUMBLING]

Yes, I have been thinking about it.

Of course I've been thinking about it.

I'm not ready to talk about it.

Jack, please, let's have that conversation

when I get back, like I said.

Can I just say good night to Amanda?

Okay. Okay. Hold on.

[MOUTHS]

No. No.

Ade, she's out, iPod on and everything.

She's asleep.

Really?

Well, let Miss Amanda know

that I know she's not asleep...

...and that I love her very, very much.

Ade, I love you.

I love you.

Let's just say good night. Okay?

Good night.

[SPEAKING QUIETLY IN SPANISH]

MAN:

Dad.

What happened? Are you okay?

We're doctors,

we can't control everything all the time.

I'm asking if you're all right.

This is my last surgery.

I don't have time for this.

Look after yourself.

Jen, I'm...

Look, your mother and I,

we're worried about you.

We just wanna make sure

that you're safe.

Since when?

Since when is it my mother and you?

Since when is it "we"?

All right. Okay.

That's not why I'm here, Mark.

Why the hell are you here?

Mark.

-Any problems with the anesthesia?

WOMAN:
No problems.

-Absolutely none? You sure?

WOMAN:
Yes.

-Miles Davis again, Dr. Flanner?

-Bach today. Bach.

[EKG BEEPING RAPIDLY]

WOMAN:
Charge.

MAN:
Charging.

Talk to me! Come on, now!

Three, four, five, six...

...seven, eight, nine, 10, 11...

-Good morning.

-Good morning.

Coffee's ready. Can I make you something

for breakfast?

Um, maybe later, I gotta go into town.

CHARLIE:
You looking for someone?

-Yeah. This Robert Torrelson's house?

Yeah, that's my father.

You with the bank?

No, I'm Paul Flanner. Is he in?

What the hell do you want coming here?

Your father wrote me a letter,

said he wanted to talk.

-Get back in your car and go.

-I told you, he wrote me.

And I told you to leave.

Nobody here has nothing to say to you.

What do you think...

...that you can just show up,

talk your way out of it?

Now get.

I'm staying at the inn.

Let him know that.

-I ain't telling you again.

-Let him know.

Son of a b*tch.

ADRIENNE:
What happened?

-Where are you taking these?

To the top of the stairs.

They're for the windows.

Well, I can do this.

PAUL:

I got it.

-You sure?

-Yep.

[YELLS]

Damn!

It's all right.

Here, let me do it. I've got gloves on.

-I can-

-Let me do this.

Okay.

I should go into town

and get some supplies.

[MEN CHEER]

MAN:
Bye.

DOT:
All right, y'all take care.

-Adrienne.

-Dot.

-Adrienne Willis.

-How are you?

Half out of my mind, that's how I am.

Getting folks stocked up

in case the storm blows in.

You'd better get ready

because it's gonna hit hard.

They say it's a-coming and it don't.

They say it ain't and it does.

I'm not used to seeing you

so late in the year.

-I'm looking after things for Jean.

-You've still got guests at the inn?

Look out, because it's gonna happen.

I know exactly how many cold Buds

I got back there.

[MEN CHEERING]

Hey, Dot, do you hear anything

about this family, the Torrelsons?

Well, there's only Robert

and their son Charlie left.

You know what happened to poor Jill.

I heard something.

They saved all their pennies

for some famous doctor from Raleigh.

I told her not to do it, I warned her.

God rest her soul.

You want some candles.

Yeah, look, I wanna get out of here now.

Yeah. As soon as I can.

Call me back.

So you're leaving early?

Yeah. Yeah, I'm trying to.

I'm thinking about it.

Look, I'm sorry

I was a little spun out before.

Does it have anything to do

with the Torrelsons?

I'm sorry, it's a small town.

What exactly did you hear?

Look, you don't owe me any explanation.

No, I don't. What did you hear?

Huh?

You wanna hear the truth?

Mrs. Torrelson came to me

with a hemangioma.

A cyst on her left cheek.

Benign, but substantial.

It was disfiguring, that was all.

It wasn't life-threatening.

I have removed cysts this bad and worse,

much worse, hundreds of times.

Nothing's ever gone wrong.

She died on the table.

The husband...

...he filed a suit for wrongful death.

And then he wrote me a note

and he said he wanted to talk.

I thought, "Sure.

Fine. One conversation,

I'll clear this whole thing up. "

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