The Night Listener
(piano)
(creak)
(feedback)
(thumps)
-(man) Ready?
-(woman murmurs)
-( man) Yeah, let's try it like that.
-(papers rustle)
From the studios of WNYH
in New York City,
I'm GabrieI Noone,
and this is Noone at Night.
As a storyteIIer, I've spent years
Iooting my Iife for fiction.
Like a magpie, I tend to steaI
the shiny stuff and discard the rest.
The facts can always be altered
When you're telling a story.
But this time.
I have to be careful.
I'll lay out the events
exactly as I remember them.
I want you to believe this. after all.
That'll be hard enough as it is.
This one is called
''The Night Listener. ''
It began in the
Worst of all possible Weeks.
Jess had moved out.
saying it was only temporary.
And I was miserable.
Nothing made sense anymore.
I was trying to read one of my ridiculous
yarns. the kind I had built a career on.
A sentimental piece
about our eighth anniversary.
But it felt so phony.
I couldn't put the
words into our mouth.
This isn't working.
-(W oman) It wasn't that bad.
- It just doesn't sound Iike me.
(W oman) The IeveIs are the same.
I couId adjust.
No, no.
It-it just sounds fake.
Look, GabrieI.
We can't do this again.
(feedback)
Just run an oId one, OK?
I-I'm.. . You know, I can't.
I'm sorry, I just can't.
(bell tolling)
Hey.
- Why are you here?
- I thought I was gonna buy you a drink.
What happened in the session?
We're just having sound probIems.
Listen, I'm ready to coIIapse.
- You sure you don't wanna go?
- I'm sure.
None of my business,
but the station is worried.
You owe them five shows.
I reaIIy don't wanna taIk about that.
- I'm aII right. ReaIIy.
AII right. Look.
- Take this with you.
- Oh, no. Come on, Ashe.
- You don't have to write a bIurb.
- Thanks.
Just want you to read it.
We're pubIishing it next quarter.
''A Diary of Transcendent
Hope and Courage." Oh, pIease.
It come with aromatherapy?
Save it, wiII ya? You'II have
reaI questions after you've read it.
- Hang in there, OK?
- Yeah.
See ya.
Jesus! You scared me.
- Just, uh, picking some stuff up.
- No probIem.
See you brought Lucifer.
Lucien.
He's just a friend.
Oh, babe, I toId ya.
I just need a IittIe space.
- It's aII right.
- I'II see ya.
- No, Hugo. Go.
- Hugo. Hugo!
(clock ticking)
(thunder rumbling)
( Gabriel) ''Charles Dickens,"
Wrote Pete Logand.
''W as only 1 2 when his parents
sent him to make boot polish
''in a factory by the docks.
''This screwed him up forever
and made him a writer.
( Gabriel and Pete) ''I think we've all got a
blacking factory. some terrible something
that makes us lose our baby hearts
as surely as we lose our baby teeth. ''
(Pete) Mine was
in the basement in Milwaukee.
It was converted into a room
that was supposed to be my playhouse.
No one ever wondered
Why my dad made it soundproof.
I knew all his games
by the time I was seven.
By the time I was 1 1.
other groW nups were W ith him.
I W ondered hoW much my mom knew .
( Gabriel and Pete) Then one night I heard
her there in the playhouse. whispering.
Telling somebody to move out of the way.
I realized she'd been there all along.
( Gabriel) ''That was what
the blindfold W as for - to keep me hidden.
''So they could
sell the tapes on the Internet. ''
( distorted voices)
(laughter)
-(phone ringing)
-(gasps)
( Gabriel's voice) You've reached Gabriel
and Jess. Leave a message at the tone.
(boy) Hi. it's Pete Logand.
The guy W ho W rote that book?
Ashe gave me your number.
so I just wanted to...
He said if I talk long enough you might...
Oh. W ell. Bye.
( dial tone)
- Ambushed?
- That's as good a word as any.
I thought it'd make you feeI better
to distract yourseIf.
The way I'm feeIing,
You won't say anything wrong.
Did you Iike the book?
It's somewhat raw.
But powerfuI.
- He's a brave kid. How oId is he?
- 1 4.
Jesus.
How'd you get it?
(chuckles) Right over the transom.
No agent, no nothing.
- Who?
The sociaI worker who adopted him.
She got him to write as therapy.
You must have edited Iike crazy.
- WeII.. .
- What?
It's the cIeanest manuscript
I've had aII year.
Damn.
I wouIdn't do this to you unIess
I thought there was a reaI connection.
- Remember the basement?
- Yeah.
WeII, he Iistened
to the show after they'd gone.
- Jesus.
- He wanted me to give that to you.
(footsteps)
Jess?
What the heII are you doing?
Hi.
I can't do your books
unIess you Ieave me your checkbook.
This pIace was a mess.
Besides, I Iike Iaundry.
It makes me happy.
The power went out. Your fuse box
is f***ed up. And your dad caIIed.
- You didn't pick up, did you?
- I had to. He kept saying:
( Southern accent) ''Pick up, goddammit.
I know you're there."
( normal voice) He's a nice oId coot.
If he met you, he'd caII you
''that cute Chink gaI'' behind your back.
- I am a cute Chink gaI.
- Mm-hm.
How oId is he anyway?
He's got to be, Iike, ancient.
Why? Because I am?
I just hope that I'm over my parents
by the time I'm your age.
Good Iuck.
You haven't toId 'em yet, have you?
No. 'Cause he'II be back by then.
Right.
(phone ringing through receiver)
(W oman) Hello. Please leave
a message after the tone. (beep)
Hi, Pete.
This is GabrieI Noone.
Ashe gave me your number and, uh.. .
I read your book.
(beep)
-(Pete) Hey.
- Hey.
You sW ear it's really you?
Why wouIdn't it be me?
I dunno.
You don't sound like yourself.
Well. I'm a little less dramatic in person.
- You sound Iike hammered sh*t.
-( Gabriel laughs)
That pins it doW n pretty W ell.
No offense.
Just can't f***in' beIieve it's you, man.
You just f***in' have to.
I'm sorry. My new mom
says I've got a trashy mouth.
Really?
Well. she's f***in' right.
AnyW ay. I was really impressed by
your book. I want to wish you good luck.
So what do you guys do for Christmas?
What do you mean?
- You and Jess. Do you have a tree?
- Oh, no.
We're not that big on Christmas.
Yeah. I know what you mean.
We got a rusty water tank across the street.
They hang a damn star on it every year.
A star.
That sounds nice.
Yeah.
Except it doesn't face this way.
Just Iights up the graffiti.
The rest of the town gets ''BethIehem."
AII's we get is ''Roberta bIows."
I sW ear. big ol' red letters.
''Roberta bloW s. ''
They painted it out last year.
It came back.
- She must reaIIy bIow.
-(laughs. coughs)
You OK?
Sh*t. (coughs)
Pete?
(Pete continues coughing)
Sh*t. (coughs)
Yeah, I'm OK. Gotta warn me
if you're gonna be funny, man.
- Drink this.
- Sorry.
- What is it?
- Well. Donna's here noW being a pain.
I W ouldn't put up W ith it.
except she's a babe and I like redheads.
It's him.
Say something.
- Hi. This is Donna Logand.
- Hey.
I'm sorry to cut this short.
- WeII, sure. I understand.. .
-( dial tone)
(turns off phone)
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