The River's Edge Page #2

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I've never thrown it at you.

No, but it's always

on your mind, isn't it?

You didn't want to marry me. You were

lonesome, you were out of the army...

and you thought it was a good caper

to get a girl out of a jam by marrying her.

Well, it was a good caper.

It was no way to start a marriage.

Aw, hey. Come on.

Meg, come on now. Forget it.

Look, I'm sorry about

that calf medicine.

Look, baby. Come on.

Let's forget the whole thing.

Ben, we can't forget it!

If there was a marriage to fight for, I'd

stay here the rest of my life, but there isn't.

There isn't even any love,

and you just can't live without that.

There was plenty of love

with the other guy, I suppose, huh?

- Yes, I loved him.

- Yeah. He got you in a jam and ran out on you.

Left you alone to face

a 10-year rap!

Even after you got out on parole,

he didn't show up, right?

- Yes.

- If that's love, I'll take mine straight!

I bet you still love the guy.

Come on. Say it.

You're still nuts about him, aren't you?

- I think I hate him.

- But you're not sure, huh?

Oh, Ben, you don't understand.

You don't understand anything.

Once you've loved somebody,

you never can be sure.

Even when it's changed to hate, you never

know whether it's just the other side of love.

It's the way those things are.

Meg.

Meg, are you- are you

goin' back to him?

Oh, I don't even know where he is.

And if I did, I'd never go back to him.

Let's just put it this way, Ben.

One man got me into jail, and

another man saved me from going back.

Now it's time I did something on my own,

without any help from anyone-just me.

- That's why I'm leaving.

- Meg, please don't go.

- Ben.

- Meg, honest- honestly, I'll try.

What do you want?

- Mr. Cameron? Ben Cameron?

- Yeah.

My name is Denning.

I've heard a lot about you and-

- Excuse me.

- My wife.

How do you do, Mrs. Cameron?

Just, uh, what is it you want,

Mr., uh, Denning?

Well, I wanted to go across the border

and do some shooting at Lagos de Zapitan.

Just cross the international

bridge at Arivaca.

Hire yourself a guide.

No problem at all.

Well, frankly, I was expecting to come back

with a little more than the legal limit.

I don't want to go through customs.

I'd like to go straight through.

And I don't want

another guide. I want you.

Uh-huh.

Well, why me?

Well, they tell me you're the best,

and that's what I want.

Across the international border,

it's an easy 20 miles.

The only other route is 50 miles

of pure up and down.

I'm not interested.

They tell me your fee

is a hundred dollars a week.

I'll give you 200.

When my husband says he isn't interested,

Mr. Denning, he isn't interested.

You couldn't buy him for a thousand

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