The Note Page #5
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- 2007
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Yeah, if I can stay ahead
of that rat Harris.
Na, you'll find a way.
Curtis pargrave...
Came down
to the newsroom today.
How come?
To say that your column
was hitting a nerve.
Pargrave said that?
We're selling out
every issue you're in.
The online subscriptions
are way up.
People all over
the country
are reading you
on the net.
Wow.
Well, your enthusiasm
is underwhelming.
Sorry.
What?
On the plane today,
it occurred to me...
You know,
there was some turbulence
and I thought what if...
What if this plane
were going down,
Jeez, you are so macabre.
What I realized is
there isn't anyone.
Macgruder...
There isn't.
There isn't a single soul
that I would have
to say goodbye to.
Anyway...
Look,
I'm worried about you.
Just be careful
you don't let your story
make you another victim
of this plane crash.
King?
Thanks.
For the free
psych session?
For the kung pao.
Dear reader:
I have just returned from
a typical mid-American city,
its snow-covered halls
well-decked
with Christmas cheer.
Its children sledding
or skating
and coal eyes
into snowmen faces.
The journey took me
not to a house
but to a church,
to meet my first prospect
a man of God,
as it turns out,
I showed the pastor
a copy of the note
and it took only a moment
for him to conclude,
as has been reported on TV,
that it had not been written
by his pop.
He had good reasons
and I am convinced
that the note
had not been intended for him.
Nonetheless, I believe the note
had a profound effect.
It offered the reverend
an unexpected opportunity,
a second chance if you will,
to reconsider a recent
and life-changing decision.
The note and the plane crash
served as a reminder to him
and to all of us,
that life is fragile
and we must live each day
as though it might be our last.
I am so sorry.
Mea culpa, mea culpa,
please forgive me.
I...
You have apologized
25 times.
I've forgiven you
25 times.
And what is so important
in Nashville
that they need to keep me
on hold forever?
And besides,
the only true thing
about tru Harris
is that he is
a dishonest dirtbag
and you and I are gonna
steer clear of him, right?
Right.
Good.
Sorry to keep you on hold.
Ms. quist is not available.
Did you tell her
it was about her father?
I did.
And she's still
not available?
That's correct.
Would you like to leave
a number
where she can reach you?
I did that
three calls ago.
Look, just tell her
that I called again,
remind her that it's important
and ask her please
to call me back.
I'll be sure to do that.
Oh my God.
What?
Have you seen
all these emails?
Nearly 2,000.
Amazing.
Peyton?
Do you see what time it is?
Yikes.
I was due upstairs
three minutes ago.
Okay, uh, when I'm done
up there,
I'm gonna go straight
to the airport.
Miss Taylor quist
is gonna see me,
like it or not.
Tell 'em I'm on my way!
Peyton macgruder's desk.
I'm glad you could make it,
Ms. macgruder.
I'm sorry.
I had some last minute
travel arrangements
to finish up.
I had a call this morning
from the C.E.O.
Of kelliston communications
in New York.
Of course, you know
they're our parent company.
They asked me to include
a friend of yours
in this meeting.
Hello, Peyton,
it's tru Harris.
Harris, what a surprise.
Let me get right to the point.
My...
Our boss wants to make
your story bigger.
Bigger?
Kelliston communications
owns "the times".
They also own ntb,
which is Truman's network.
Corporate wants us
to join forces, Peyton.
His crew would follow you
on your search for the owner
of the note.
Once the rightful person
is found,
he or she would be revealed
on a one hour
Christmas program.
I told you I'd get you
a special,
didn't I, Peyton?
So, what do you think?
I think that corporate
should go to-
Peyton!
Look, this is a story
that either I can tell
or Truman can tell!
Wait a minute,
I forgot.
Truman can't tell it
because he doesn't
have the note.
And you don't have
three million people
reading your pissant column!
I have all the readers I need
and, to me,
they're the only ones who count.
And I owe it to them...
we owe it to them
to reveal the owner
of the note
in "the heart healer".
And after that, Harris,
you can report on
any damn thing you please.
Now, if you'll excuse me,
I have a plane to catch.
+
Can't hear you.
The button.
You gotta press
the button.
The button behind you.
Press the button.
Hello?
My name is Peyton macgruder.
How'd you get in here?
There's nobody out front
and I just walked...
okay.
That's not entirely accurate.
The receptionist was there
and um...
I told her I was delivering
some contracts for you.
Are you like a stalker
or something?
No!
God, no!
I called.
My names macgruder,
Peyton macgruder with
"the middleborough times".
Can I come in there?
Talking between the glass
makes me feel like one of us
is in prison.
Door's on the side.
But I'm warning you,
I don't give interviews.
Hi.
I liked the song
you were playing, by the way.
Thanks.
Just noodlin' on a new tune.
You're the first
to hear it.
Well, you and marabelle.
Marabelle?
My cat.
You're not allergic
are you?
Got one of my own.
Tell me you're married.
I'm not.
Two soon-to-be
middle-aged women
living with their cats.
Gee, I hadn't really
thought of myself that way,
Sorry.
Didn't mean to offend.
So, you're here all the way
from north Carolina?
Well, then it must be important.
Yes.
A few days after
the plane crash,
I found a note
in a plastic bag.
It had washed ashore
with some other debris
from the plane
and it appears that
the note was written
I have a copy for you
to look at.
Can I get you some coffee?
No, thanks.
My father didn't
write this note.
No?
No.
My father kicked me
out of the house
when I was 16-years-old.
He had years to get in touch
and he didn't.
Now why would he spend
the last few seconds
of this life
writing that note?
I don't know.
Of course you don't.
How could you?
How could you know
anything about it?
My father gave me
to my grandmother
when I was ten.
Why am I telling you this?
No, please.
Go on.
My mom died.
My dad was in his second year
of medical school
and I guess he figured
that he couldn't raise a kid
and finish his studies
at the same time, so...
But after that
I rarely saw my father,
except around christmastime.
My nickname for him actually
became "Mr. holiday".
"Mr. holiday."
I like that.
I could write
a song about it.
I mean...
It's not that my father
didn't love me.
I'm sure he did, but...
Where is he now?
Gone.
Died a few years ago.
I spent most of my teens
strung out.
all they could take
and kicked me out.
Tough love they called it.
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