Ray Meets Helen

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- Happy birthday, Helen.

- What were you doing in Peru?

- Insurance legwork, but--

- But what?

- Well, who's

laughing this morning?

- He is.

- Who's he?

- Him.

- Oh, for me?

Oh, black roses are

usually a curse.

Are we mourning this morning?

- We are.

Now, more.

Please.

That's it?

- That's always it.

- Half empty?

- Half full.

- I see.

So I'm here but I'm not.

- Lady, it's early, okay?

- Oh, I'm sorry, well,

when is good for you?

How about too late?

Is too late good enough for you?

- How about that?

Yeah?

- Oh, um, I'm looking for

American Signature Bank.

Do you, do you know?

- Oh, yeah.

You're on Sunset Street.

That's on Sunrise.

- Oh, didn't look hard enough.

Much obliged.

- One more then?

To clean it up.

- Is that woman okay?

- For what?

Last one.

- Just like that?

Everything stops?

Who knows?

What are you afraid of?

- Somebody getting hurt.

- You're sweet.

- Hardly.

- And kind.

- It's summer time.

Put a smile on.

- Heads never

coming back, tails.

Nothing left behind.

Jealous men always find more

than they imagined.

- Are you all right?

- I always thought so.

- One for the daddy.

- Do you need a ride?

- A ride?

No.

- Thought I

was eating chicken.

- Everybody eats chicken.

That's part of the problem.

- What do you think I got?

- I think you'll live.

- So, when do you get off, Rose?

- Never.

97 hours I worked last week.

I was born in this

hospital, gonna die here.

- In between, you want

come over to my apartment?

New waterbed.

- Press there.

Incoming.

- You know, you really

gotta see this waterbed.

- I'm considering it.

- It's amazing.

It's got lights,

it spins, vibrates.

- Spins, huh?

- Yeah.

360, all the way around.

- I'm intrigued.

- Raymond O'Callahan?

- Yeah.

- X-rays are inconclusive.

Blood tests will tell us more.

If you haven't heard anything

in a week, you're fine.

24 hours, it's serious.

Morphine switch in room four.

- Got it, doctor.

- Thanks for coming, Harve.

- What'd the doctor say?

- Well, they took blood.

- Your personal doctor?

- I don't have a

personal doctor.

Wasn't easy getting this.

- Oh my.

Not easy.

'Cause what I have is

extremely difficult.

But you're a large

part of that, Ray.

- I did what you told me.

- I told you to cheese

over a customs agent?

- I'm sick.

- No, let me explain sick.

The senior veep's out

to kill my career.

But I have to ignore that issue

and beg him to call his pal

at U.S. customs for you, Ray.

So, do me a favor.

Drop dead.

- I got you what you wanted.

- No, no, no.

What I got is whole

lotta noise right now.

I got an armored

truck crash in hell.

My policy, my client.

The veep could give two

shits about this case.

Only wants blood, mine.

Yet, I have to grovel for you.

So, hey,

you hear that?

Hear it

because you're

finally there, Ray.

Rock bottom.

Ginger and I are

done, I certainly am.

And just so you know, I

never touched her once

while you were together.

- That how it's done?

- You look me in the

eye and say that.

Otherwise I got

senior VP issues.

Now to fix them,

I slept with my COO,

a nice, proper widow

and I ain't sorry about that.

I don't regret it.

That's how it's done.

- Let me have

this one, Harve.

- Fine, I'll

talk the next one.

- Your truck crash

in hell, the legwork.

- Are you that punch drunk?

- I'm not sneaky enough for you?

- I considered myself

over 50 years for you Ray,

to help you become

something, a champion.

- Except I wasn't.

- Half a life ago, Ray,

and you're still suffering.

Make your own luck

or get crucified.

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