Henry & June Page #2

On your mark. | Come on.

I don't race anymore. To me, a bike | is just a means of getting home.

Get set.

- You're no match for me. | - Are you set, Eduardo?

- I warn you I used to race. | - Go!

- I'd love to read something he wrote. | - Fat chance. He'll never get published.

I've met Henry Miller.

He is virile, flamboyant.

He is a man life intoxicates.

He is like me.

But he doesn't know it yet.

Henry's quite a character.

Good night.

'Night, Hugo.

- Let me help you. | - I'll be fine.

Osborn said he'd be home, | and I want to surprise Henry.

I thought you could use a hand. | You're all right?

Yes, I'm fine!

I'll take the train, | and meet you home later.

I'll wait a minute just in case.

I don't want you to wait.

I'll see you tonight.

See you tonight.

Henry?

Osborn?

- Oh, excuse me! | - Oh, God, I forgot.

- I'm sorry. | - No, I'm sorry.

Oh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Wait.

Hiya, kid. | Slumming, huh?

I went to Osborn's place. | He told me where to find you.

I brought my typewriter. | I thought you should have it.

Can we go and sit down somewhere?

Why not?

There's a little cafe back here.

Come on.

That actress in the film...

she reminds you of someone.

A woman who obsesses you.

I know that feeling.

I'm often obsessed.

You oughta eat something, kid. | You eat like a bird.

All right, I'll tell ya.

June appeared like an angel. | I offered her a fool's fate.

She was a taxi dancer.

I paid my dime.

She put her head on my shoulder.

But then the lies began.

She told me her mother | was a Gypsy.

Her father was a count.

Later I saw a film and realized she | swiped her childhood out of the film.

And so?

So I married her.

She gave me the courage to quit my job | to write full time. She believed in me.

Somehow she got some money so | we could buy strawberries in the winter.

We're broke, | living in a dump in Brooklyn...

but we're living like kings.

Then one day she meets an artist.

Brings her home to live with us.

Pretty soon we're supporting Jean, too.

How is she getting the money?

- Pop. | - Pop?

Pop's her scam.

I found out about Pop only after | she barged in with a fistful of money...

and suggests I go to Paris to write.

Then she'll join me later.

I take one look into her lying eyes, | and say...

"Anything you say. "

Pack my bags | and I'm off to Europe.

But...

I'm not quite the sap | she takes me for.

Something tells me to double back...

and take a see.

But when I confront her, | she gets furious with me!

She said we would've starved | without Pop. "Pop's my patron saint. "

Your patron saint?

Yeah. That's what she calls him.

Only she's been telling Pop | that it's her writing.

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