South Beach - #10 Coast Road
Rayne: Cornered in the dining room between the table and the wall and the smaller table with flowers and some kind of goddess statue on it and feeling every single minute of the sleep she didn't get and remembering Toad's face when Cooper forced her to leave and now both of them were going at her, Cooper and her mother. She still had sand between her toes. Nothing felt good.
Cooper: Let me get this straight. That night you ran out of the house, Gabe Lombardo grabbed you, hauled you to his apartment somewhere downtown, and kept you there. You were what, five, six years old? That's the big secret you've been hiding? Rainie, I knew Gabe, what happened there to make you keep thinking about him all those years?
Rayne: Nothing really happened. I think I ate some cereal and took a nap.
Cooper: That's bullshit Rainie. Cereal and a nap? Why didn't you tell us where you'd been if it was cereal and a damned nap?
Rayne: Because he asked me to keep it a secret.
Cooper: Yeah I bet he did. This is fucking unbelievable. You knew nothing about this?
Beth: Of course I didn't know anything about it! Why do you even believe anything about this is real?
Cooper: Why? Because your good old buddy Rafe is in the middle of it! I didn't imagine him driving her home! Come on, Beth! Gabe snatches our six year old daughter off the side of the road, she spends the next ten years trying to get over him and you honestly believe he didn't touch her?! Cereal and a nap my ass!
Beth: You don't want to know what I honestly believe. I honestly believe she imagined the whole thing.
Cooper: She didn't imagine Rafe, did she?
Beth: That's ridiculous. You know Rafe wouldn't protect Gabe!
Cooper: I don't know a damned thing! He knew she was with that son of a bitch, and he did not tell me - you want to explain that?
Digging through Rennie's boxed up shit he'd found the phone number she'd given him. Cooper's private line. He looked at it, at her handwriting, pretty little pointed loops, she'd drawn a swirly line with a sparkle under the number, then he crumpled it up, shoved it in his pocket. Four long hours since the man had gone dragging her off. She hadn't looked good. She looked like she didn't want to go. Might be wrong about that though since why wouldn't she want to go back? Wasn't nothing here for her.
His phone was ringing. He leaped up, stumbled down the stairs, grabbed the phone and shouted, "Yeah? Hello?"
Gemma asking him how he was and if he'd spoken to Rayne and wanting to 'touch base' because she had some kind of new idea. The woman sure had herself plenty of those. "I'm busy," snarling it, slamming the phone down in disappointment.
He'd lived around here his whole damned life, knew the way it got still and quiet before a storm, nothing but bugs moving around in the heat before all hell broke out in the sky. Looking through the window nobody had cleaned, he sure hadn't cleaned it, walking outside so he wasn’t looking at the window, there was flat water and big clouds climbing up the side of the sky. His gramma said you got ball lightning in this house. Jimmy hadn't seen nothing that looked like ball lightning, and he'd been here since she died and left him the place.
The craving to call Rennie was stronger than any other thing he'd ever needed and couldn't get. Don't do it, he told himself, thinking about the bourbon again. You want ball lightning, get it out of a bottle.
Beth: I'm not the one who needs to explain, and I still think the story is preposterous.
Cooper: Your mother has a point, Rayne. This whole situation is absurd. Using Gabe to negotiate with me like some sort of 'good faith gesture', even if there's a thread of truth to any of it, it's not going to buy a contract for Jimmy Breaux. Trust goes both ways. You should have told us a long time ago. You want to think about it again?
Beth: Gabe wouldn't have taken the time to scrape you off his shoes. You spent ten years pining after Gabe? You're telling us that's the reason you ended up in rehab?
Rayne:  One more big gun she could fire. Ryan. Telling Coop she'd fucked Ryan. How far would her mother go to protect him...thinking about it, looking at her mother, considering it, considering the splatter factor, bad bad very very bad...
Rayne: Do you have another reason you'd like to suggest? Something you think I should share?
Digging around in the cabinet in the bathroom for stash he thought he still had, finding nothing but boxes of rubbers and a lot of dust and a couple of dead mosquitoes. What was left of them after the spiders sucked out their insides.
He sat down, hanging onto the wall, thinking. Nothing left to barter; he wasn't gonna give up his guitar, had a few bucks in a kitchen drawer, that was it. Might be something...
And there it was. Leaning against the chair. The Martin. Damn, that thing would be worth what? He didn't know what but it'd be a hell of a lot. Cooper Stanfield's Martin signed by the man the whole deal. Charlie might take that in trade.
He didn't remember Charlie's phone number, didn't remember where he'd written it down, didn't want to talk to fucking Charlie. Miserable, stomach aching, staring at the Martin. If he ever got her back, that's one thing she wouldn't give any forgiveness for selling. Feeling real sorry for yourself aren't you? What about if you just try to make that call?
Eric: uhhhh...she's kinda in the middle of something. Who is this? Yeah...well ok hang on man, if it's an emergency, I'll see if she can talk.
Eric: Sorry, but Rayne's got a call, some guy who says it's an emergency.
Cooper: That would be Prince Charming Number Two right?
Rayne: I need to take that call. Don't I, Mom?
Beth: Eric, tell him she's unavailable.
One long time ago he'd been up here. Come down. Don't look down. What's down maybe that was the wrong question maybe. Maybe not. All going down depends where you sit. Sitting way up here, down was easy.
Rayne: Why are you trying to get between me and Jimmy? What is it with you two?! I just told both of you something you don't like and you don't understand so you're going to rip it up and make it ugly and stupid? Something I thought and dreamed about for years, something that changed my whole life means NOTHING to you? All you care about is Rafe and ragging on each other? And I wasn't freaking molested! You got that? DO YOU GET THAT? DO YOU GET ANYTHING? No contract, right? That's what you're telling me?
Cooper: Stop the hysterics Rayne. It won't work. No contract.
Rayne: Then we're done. I'm leaving. Jimmy and I will manage just fine without either of you; he trusts me and I trust him! You two? You ought to envy what we have, and you know it, both of you, you don't trust anybody and you sure don't trust each other and good fucking luck with that, because, to quote you Dad, you're going to need it.
Cooper: You'll manage? Like hell you will! You are NOT going anywhere! Rayne! Do you hear me? Do NOT walk out that door!
~Jimmy and Rayne~
The car slid off the side of the road into slimy sand and a rainwater ditch running high and fast now with dark rushing water. Lightning cracked off the cliffs to the east.
Slipping, stumbling, she was screaming his name, Jimmy shouting get in here Rennie, get in here, I got you! The door opening onto the storm.
And closing behind them.
NEXT CHAPTER: Passages 24
Note from SB: I think at this point this is going to be the worst thing I ever posted. I can't take it down, and don't believe it's worth rewriting. I definitely will not use the script dialogue again. I would just delete the whole mess except some of the plot will mean something for Sessions, so I can't. Sorry about this.