Sleeping with the Enemy Page #2

She risked everything.

Escaped.

Started a new life.

Brave girl.

She thinks she's a coward.

A coward?

Not a girl like that.

How long did you stay with him?

Too long.

Three years, seven months,

six days.

Thank you for the apple.

Hi. I'm Iris Nepper.

So glad you could come today.

The house has some great possibilities.

I think you'd like it.

- How much is it again?

- 700.

Plus first and last month's deposit,

Miss Walters.

Waters.

700...

- I'm gonna take it.

- Good.

" When you're a Jet, you're a Jet all the way

" From your first cigarette

to your last dyin' day

" When you're a Jet, you're a thing...

" The Jets are in gear,

our cylinders are clickin'

" A lousy chicken

" Here come the Jets, yeah!

And we're gonna be, yeah!

" When you're a Jet, you stay a Jet!

Sh*t!

Harvest time?

You know,

people get arrested for stealing in this town.

They were on the ground.

They're all damaged and bruised.

Bruised?

OK, well, not that one.

They all look pretty good to me.

This is unlawful trespass, you know.

It's just a few apples to bake a pie.

A pie.

Well, why didn't you say so?

Maybe we can make a deal. I love pie.

I don't make deals.

You forgot these.

It's a shame to let 'em rot on the ground.

They're really great for baking.

Look, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare ya.

I'm sorry. Come on in.

Sh*t!

So, hi, my name's Ben... Woodward.

That was me the other day.

On the lawn.

I know.

You caught me by surprise up there.

So I gathered.

I didn't realize anybody had moved in.

If I'd known, I would've rehearsed a little.

You were pretty good.

Oh, yeah? You liked it?

It brought back a memory. My mom took me

to that show when I was a little girl.

I love that show.

I directed it last semester.

I teach drama at the college here.

So tell me somethin', huh?

What's your name? Where are you from?

- Lotta questions.

- It's only two.

I don't mean to seem rude, but it's late for me.

Maybe we could do this some other time.

I'm sorry,

but... I'm not free till tomorrow night.

I'm makin' pot roast for dinner.

It'd be great with apple pie.

I'm sure it would.

Look, don't say anything.

I'll set two places, eight o'clock.

If you don't show,

I'll be eatin' pot roast for a week.

It's no big deal, right?

Right.

- Good night.

- Good night.

Mr Burney? You have a call.

- I told you to hold my calls.

- I know. But she says she knew your wife.

Put her through.

- Hello?

- Hello, Mr Burney.

My name is Vanessa Shelley.

- Yes?

- I hope I'm not disturbing you.

I just heard about Laura, and I wanted

to call and tell you how much we'll miss her.

Thank you.

- How did you know her?

- From the YWCA.

No, you must be speaking of someone else.

My wife never went to the YWCA.

No. No, we took swimming there

Monday, Wednesday and Friday at 8am.

Look, there's obviously some mistake.

My wife drowned. She couldn't swim.

Well, at first she couldn't.

But she became a good swimmer.

- I'm sure you have the wrong woman.

- This is odd.

Mr Burney,

your wife studied gymnastics, didn't she?

- No, my wife never studied gymnastics.

- That's strange.

She told us that's how

she got all those terrible bruises.

Mr Burney, I don't understand it.

I'm sorry if I've bothered you.

This is just so confu...

Sh*t.

Sh*t!

Fire department.

I hope you like your roast well done.

Come on in.

- Is that apple?

- What else?

Can I get you something?

Eye drops? Gas mask?

- No, thanks.

- How about some more music?

- I liked what you had on.

- No, I mean classical. For during dinner.

Sure, I like classical. Anything but Berlioz.

Oh?

Yeah. His Symphonie Fantastique

gives me the chills.

Oh, really? Thanks for the tip.

So I understand you're lookin' for a job.

- Where'd you hear that?

- Well...

Small towns are funny places.

Everybody knows everybody.

And I know a lot of people over at the college.

I could drop in a good word for you

if you like.

Why would you do that?

God! Such paranoia.

Where are you from? New York?

Listen, it's no problem.

With a few letters of recommendation...

I don't have letters of recommendation.

Transcripts?

Come on! You got a driver's license, right?

Look,

I really don't wanna talk about this, OK?

- Gotcha.

- I'm not asking for anything, Ben.

Neither am I.

Jesus! That's a real...

You OK?

Yeah, I'm gonna be.

Listen. There's only one more thing

I'm gonna ask, only one thing I wanna know.

Do you have a name?

Sara Waters.

Well... That's a start.

She spoke so highly of you,

the quality of care.

Laura's mother was so happy here.

Well, it's always nice to hear that.

We enjoyed having her with us.

Laura's passing was so sudden, so shocking.

I tried to talk to as many of her family

and friends as I could find.

Then I thought maybe there were people

close to her that I never knew.

Perhaps they visited her mother here.

You might remember or have records.

Well,

I'm afraid we don't keep records on visitors.

- And you flew here, just...?

- Well, no.

I thought Laura might want

to be laid to rest here

in whatever place her mother was buried.

So her mother's passed on as well?

Six months ago her mother died here,

in your care.

Six months ago your wife removed

her mother from this institution.

She was handicapped, as you know,

but otherwise in reasonably good health.

Mrs Burney simply showed up,

paid the bill, and collected her mother.

Did she say where she was taking her?

Why, home, of course. To live with you.

- Hi.

- Hi.

- What are you doin' here?

- Waitin' for ya.

How's it goin'? What have they got you doin'?

Stacking. Filing. Overdue books.

- Are you enjoying it?

- I like it.

Thanks for helping me work this out.

I saw you in town yesterday.

You were going into Walgreens.

- Oh, yeah?

- Yeah.

I called out your name. You didn't even blink.

- Maybe I didn't hear you.

- Your name isn't Sara Waters, is it?

- Maybe I didn't hear you.

- No, you heard me.

Look, I know this is crazy.

I hardly know you really, but...

I like you.

I do. I just...

I don't know how to feel what I'm feeling

when I don't even know your name.

People never really know each other, Ben.

It doesn't have to be that way.

Give it a chance.

- I can't. I'm sorry.

- What are you afraid of?

- What is it with men?

- Don't do that.

Look, I gotta know.

We're either honest with each other or it

doesn't happen. It just stops right here.

It never started.

OK.

Hillgrove Nursing Home.

- May I speak to Chloe Williams, please?

- Who's calling, please?

- A friend of the family.

- Just a minute. I'll put you through.

Hello?

Speak up, please. I can't hear you.

- Hello?

- I miss you, Mom.

Hello?

I can't hear. Is anyone there?

- I love you. And I'm OK.

- Hello?

Oh, Jane, there's nobody on the line.

- Oh, I have so much to tell you.

- Did they say who was calling?

See you soon.

- And where was she last seen?

- In a nursing home here in Minneapolis.

- So you tried there?

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