The Notebook Page #3

I want to meet

this young man.

Okay.

Good night, Daddy.

Good night.

Oh, boy.

This bug goes

"Daddy, I don't understand."

He goes, "Well, in theory,

we're both millionaires, but in reality,

we live with

a bunch of whores."

Bishop Stevens

told me that.

Olivier, please remove the... the liquor

decanter from in front of my husband.

I think he's had

a little too much to drink.

- I don't get it.

- Pay attention.

So, what do

you do, Noah?

I work at the lumber yard

with Fin.

Mainly milling and receiving logs...

and stripping the bark.

Oh, that's lovely, dear.

Thank you.

If you don't mind my asking, uh,

how much do you make at your job?

Uh, how much money

do I make?

Mm-hmm.

About 40 cents an hour.

Yeah, it's not much,

but I don't need a lot.

And I...

I save most of it.

Let's eat. Shall we?

Yes! Oh,

it looks delicious.

So Noah, you and Allie have been

spending a lot of time together.

You must be very fond

of each other.

It's getting

pretty serious, huh?

Yes, ma'am.

Well, summer's almost gone.

What will you do?

You know, Charleston's

only a couple of hours away.

But Allie's going

to Sarah Lawrence.

Didn't she tell you?

No, she didn't

tell me that.

I just got the letter.

I was going to tell you.

It's okay.

And Sarah Lawrence

is in New York.

I didn't know that.

Anne, this conversation's

too stuffy for the dinner table.

Let the children have fun without

bringing in the Spanish Inquisition.

My lips are buttoned,

right now.

I do know another joke about the Nun

and the full standing bishop.

- Stop

- That wasn't me.

I'm leaving the table

if you tell another joke.

Whoo!

I'm gonna do it.

- Yeah.

- Yeah.

That child's got too much spirit for

a girl of her circumstance.

Nah, it's just

summer love.

Trouble

is what it is.

- Mmm.

- Mmm.

Is that Allie

out there?

Do you want

to go somewhere?

Okay.

Wait here.

Allie!

Come on.

All right,

take a step.

Step. No, don't...

All right,

just stay there.

Don't open

your eyes.

Okay.

The Windsor Plantation.

It was built in 1772.

- Rumor has it that Francis Marion...

- Mm-hmm?

proposed to his wife right here under

these... uh, these steps.

- Huh?

- Watch out.

You be careful, these are broken.

Look at that.

This...

This place is gigantic.

Yeah, a gigantic

piece of crap.

It is.

But I'm gonna buy it one day

and I'm gonna fix it up.

All it needs

is a new floor.

And new walls

and a roof.

- Is that all?

- And plumbing and electric.

- And furniture.

- Yes, and furniture.

But it's right

on the water.

And there's a big

old barn out there...

I could turn that

into my workshop.

Well, what about me?

Now don't I get

any say in this?

You want a say in this?

Yes, I would.

What do you want?

I want

a white house...

- with blue shutters...

- Mm-hmm.

and a room overlooking

the river so I can paint.

- Anything else?

- Yes.

I want a big old porch that

wraps around the entire house.

- We can drink tea...

- Whoa, whoa, whoa...

and watch

the sun go down.

- Okay.

- You promise?

Mm-hmm,

I promise.

Good.

- Where are you going?

- In here.

Wow.

I can't play chopsticks

if you're doing that.

Oh, God.

Oh, make love to me.

- Noah.

- Yeah?

Um...

I know I said that I wanted you

to make love to me,

- but I think you...

- Yeah?

you're gonna have

to talk me through this.

- Right. You all right?

- Yeah.

- Did I hurt you?

- No, no.

I'm just...

I'm just having a lot of thoughts.

I'm just...

I'm just having a lot of...

never mind.

Like what are you thinking?

What are you thinking, right now?

You know,

right this second?

Uh.

Did you know that this was going

to happen when you brought me here?

- No.

- No?

- No.

- No, you didn't think about it?

- Of course I thought about it.

- You did?

- Uh-huh.

- Well, what did you think?

Uh, I'm talking

too much, aren't I?

Okay, okay,

I'm just going to shut up.

Mum's the word.

Okay.

- You all right?

- Yeah.

- Uh-huh.

- All right.

I just don't understand

how come you're so quiet.

You don't have

one thought?

I'm going crazy

over here,

but no, with you,

everything's fine.

You don't have

a care in the world?

I'm sorry.

I wanted this

to be so perfect.

Now I can't shut up.

I love you.

Did you know that?

I love you too.

Yeah.

You don't have to do this

if you don't want to.

No, no, I want to,

I do.

Noah!

Noah!

What? Fin,

get out of here!

Look, I'm sorry,

but Allie's parents are going crazy.

They got every cop in town

out looking for her.

- You sent the police for me?

- Yes.

It is two in the morning.

We sent the police.

Thank God you're all right.

Where you been?

Mr. Hamilton,

all this is my fault.

Would you give us

a moment please?

I'd like to talk

to my daughter.

Alone, young lady.

Thanks for everything,

Lieutenant.

You bet, John, anytime.

You go straight home now,

it's late.

Sir, it's really

not her fault.

I lost track

of time.

Sit down.

I'm sorry, Daddy.

- Is he a rapist?

- No.

- Like what, mother?

- You are going to stop seeing Noah.

She is out fooling around

with that boy till 2:00 in the morning

and it has got

to stop.

I didn't spend

17 years of my life

raising a daughter

and giving her everything...

so she could throw it away

on a summer romance.

Daddy, come on!

She will wind up with her

heart broken or pregnant.

- Anne, please.

- Now, he is a nice boy.

- He's a nice boy, but he's...

- He's what? He's what? Tell me.

He is trash, trash, trash...

not for you.

Trash?

Don't touch me!

Now that is enough. You are not to see

him anymore. And that's final.

- No, it's not final.

- Yes it is.

- No, it's not final!

- Allie!

You're not going to tell me

who I'm gonna love.

- Love?

- Yes Daddy, I love him.

I love him.

He's not suitable

for you, baby.

I love him.

You are 17 years old,

you don't know anything about love.

Oh, and you do?

You don't look at Daddy

the way I look at Noah.

You don't touch

or laugh.

You don't play.

You don't know anything about love.

Noah?

Noah?

Hey, hey.

You leaving?

Oh my God,

I'm so sorry.

I don't even know what to say.

I'm humiliated.

- It's all right.

- No, it's not.

- Yeah.

- No, it's not.

Shh...

No.

- I'm gonna go.

- No, I don't want you to go.

I got to think

about some stuff.

What do you

got to think about, huh?

Come here

and talk to me.

Talk to me!

About what?

You want...

you're going away!

You're leaving.

And I'm staying here.

And I'm so happy

that you're doing it,

but you're gonna have

a million things to do.

- No.

- You got so much ahead of you.

- Don't talk like that.

- It's true.

I'm not going to have

nice things, fancy things.

It doesn't...

It's never gonna happen for me.

It's not in the cards for me.

I don't have

to go to school, okay?

- Yes, you do.

- I can stay here.

No. Do you see, that's exactly

what I am talking about.

Then you can

come with me.

- To New York?

- Yes.

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