Ray Meets Helen Page #5

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That dough belongs

to the company.

Harve says they don't

even care about it, but

you make your own luck.

How?

When there's nothing where

something used to be,

something you

thought hung around.

Count's late, gotta get

to your feet, or you lose.

Loser.

- Want a popsicle?

I was in Peru on a job.

Sick after my first meal.

Hospital won't say anything.

Poorly run place.

Amazing anybody comes out alive.

This place is a dump.

I should talk.

Haven't talked to anybody.

Much.

Since Ginger split.

Couple years.

Never marry someone you

meet in Atlantic City.

- New Jersey?

- I watch her, sometimes.

To connect.

Believing's what hurt.

It wasn't love.

Better not be.

Now because I do a

job nobody wants,

like this one, only

worse, and I deliver.

Now I might die from it?

No way.

Not me, not now.

Down, maybe, but.

What's this?

- Open it.

- Whoa.

Okay.

Your parents,

where are they now?

You tell 'em about this?

Anybody?

Friend?

You told nobody?

Sit down.

Let's count it.

I'm the insurance guy here.

Okay, one.

Two, three, four--

- Four stacks of

100, four stacks of 50s,

and two stacks of 20s.

- Plus these in my

hand is how much?

- 74,000.

- 74,000.

74,000, 74,000.

Gotta think this

through, do something.

Something right.

- From yesterday.

All one-hundreds.

- How many?

- 16.

- 16 hundreds?

Where you keeping this?

That box fits under the chair.

- Yep.

- Great spot.

- Has a lock on it, too,

so no one can get to it.

- Yeah.

And nobody else knows?

Just you and me.

Twist of fate, miracles.

Butcher knife.

Ready to jump.

So close.

But I knew!

I knew!

A gift!

A true gift!

Dicey, though, dicey.

Can't blow it, can't.

Can't.

Parents gonna be back when?

This is nuts.

I gotta take it with me.

- I wanna take a nap.

- All right, fine,

but I better stay,

your parents and

me, we have to...

No?

Tomorrow, maybe, huh?

Yeah, a little distance,

yeah, that's better, yeah.

Yeah, okay.

Yeah, yeah, cover

it up, you know.

Maybe we should

leave, leave that,

'cause I don't think

it'll fit with,

yeah, okay.

There we go, that should be

safe if you don't say anything.

Okay.

I'll just.

You sleep, I'll lock up.

Hey.

Don't tell your

folks, let me explain.

Promise me.

- Promise.

- Yeah, good man.

- Side by side, inside and out.

- Does it ever rain here?

Once a big storm made a

hole over the back room.

I was gonna go back the next

morning to where you were

and, I don't know,

call the sheriff.

Family history's in there so

I had to patch it right away.

But your letter

said to do nothing.

You're a part of that room now.

That fella who called you.

He wasn't very nice.

What it must have felt

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