Ray Meets Helen Page #4

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- My name is Helen.

- Happy birthday, Helen.

- Mary.

- Oh, you mean Helen

Mary or Mary not Helen?

- Well.

- Monsieur.

- $440.

- Well, it's a

1998 Dom Perignon.

Would you like me to bring

madame's steak au pair?

- No.

Keep it.

- Keep what?

- The change.

- This is only $60,

that's only 13.6%.

- Hey, Mack, take

it or leave it.

- It's supposed to be 35%.

- Eh, voila.

- So, Mary Helen,

where are you from?

City?

- Country.

- Like Sweden

or something.

- Sweden.

Killdeer County.

I'm an hour up from Elkens.

Place there with somebody.

- Oh.

Guy?

- Guy?

No.

Kind of a farmer,

kind of a loner.

- So you stay on a farm

in Killdeer County?

Nobody to help or hired hand?

- No.

- Boyfriend?

- Donnie Guthrie.

She let Donnie Guthrie be

her boyfriend for a while but

then he got mean and Dan

Spawn used to come by.

Until he moved out of town and,

then, I don't know,

the men got older

and she got older

and house is old.

Costs a lot to die.

Funny, such a quiet thing.

- Nobody's dying, let it go.

- That's what we

were talking about.

- We weren't talking about it.

- No fun losing things.

Look.

I used to swim.

Deep end never scared me.

- What do you think?

- Carnival, when I was 10.

This gal did somersaults

through a hoop of flames.

- Better watching this than TV.

- No.

My TV broke five years ago.

- I'll buy you a new one.

Me too.

Get a deal.

- The kind of money you

have, never saw that.

Why would I want

you to buy me a TV?

- I like you.

- How do you know that?

You like me, how do

you know these things?

- 'Cause I said so.

- Enough personal stuff.

- Get some food.

Friends, everybody.

- I'm naked underneath.

And so are you.

- Let's go, let's go.

People have their pride.

- Man, that felt good.

Why'd that feel so good?

- So are you.

- I used to play.

- I sang.

In front of 300 people at

my high school graduation.

Beautiful Dreamer.

My mother used to

sing it as a lullaby.

She changed the lyrics some.

- I know that song,

everybody does.

- I could dance, too, I

was a really good dancer.

- Yeah.

- Hey, big spender.

- Get up, I'm gonna play.

- Oh, no, buddy, no, I'm sorry.

Nobody plays the piano but me.

My method, my means,

I'd sooner hurl myself,

to Mr. Benjamin Franklin.

Cheers, have at it, comrade.

Beautiful dreamer

Awaken to me

Know that this romance

was destined to be

Who could imagine

such a refrain

Chance is, old suitor,

who won't call again

Dreamer, youth of my heart

Love has been waiting

to set us both free

The world can no

longer keep us apart

Beautiful dreamer

awaken to me

Beautiful dreamer

Awaken to me

Beautiful dreamer

Awaken to me

- You're gonna

like this place.

Got a good write up in Boxing

Weekly, said it was good.

- Don't waste your

money, pal, terrible.

- It's the

worst place ever.

- What's this?

- Whatever you want it to be.

- Hey.

This cart's better over here.

- What kind of man doesn't give

his princess what she wants?

- You want to do this?

Tell you what.

You pour champagne, we stay.

- Funny

guy, caviar too?

- Get a bottle of

Don Herringbone from

the liquor store,

we'll see.

- Benny!

- Huh?

- Come over here.

- Where do you get

all this money?

You rob your own

bank or something?

- Cheap champagne, go.

- You spend

like a rich uncle.

- Who doesn't want to be rich?

Your farmer?

- She just wants

to get on through.

- To somewhere better.

Money'll take you there.

- Tractor just takes

you up and back.

- Yeah, you've never

been on a tractor.

- The hell?

- Too pretty.

My God, you're pretty.

- You're nice to me.

Appreciate it.

- Hello, my friends,

the lovely couple.

Welcome to the

international cuisine.

- Bring us something

special, with hotdogs in it.

- I know exactly what you want.

It will make your hair stand up.

- Got any drive left?

- Any parts that still work?

- A few.

- Well, fine.

- Just don't talk about dying.

Talk about living.

Why don't you tell

what's her name?

- Whose name?

- Your friend.

- You don't need

to know her name.

- I want to say

something about her.

- Well, you don't even know her.

- I just met you, Mary,

and I could say something.

- Well, you don't

know Helen Wilder,

so just hold your tongue.

- Helen Wilder?

- No, what, I,

that's not her name.

And don't think it is

because I just made that up

to trap you.

What's this?

- Whatever you

want it to be, princess.

- Where's the damn champagne?

- Champagne!

It's already cold, boss.

- Up to code?

- Boss, this is good though.

- Just go.

- Okay.

- Come on.

- Here you go.

- It's good.

- Yeah, not as good

as the other stuff.

- I got for you

something special.

- What are you doing here?

- You okay?

- Tell me, tell me what

you were going to say

about Helen Wilder.

- Right now, that's

on your mind?

- Tell me.

Tell me.

- Meeting your friend,

Mary, Mary Helen.

Made me feel like

champ of the world.

Never had that feeling before.

- I'm not Mary.

I'm not Mary.

Hurry.

- Let's go some place.

Hotel.

- The apartment, the apartment.

- What, here?

- Yeah.

- We can't go in here!

- Why?

Don't you want to anymore?

- Do you know Ginger Faxon?

- I don't know anybody.

Come on.

- Hey.

What's this all about?

- The sky's on fire.

- Yeah, it is.

- Leave a

message if you like.

Ta.

- Don't answer that.

- Mary, I dream

of sleeping in your bed

and making love to you, I

want to absorb your beauty.

- That's not--

- Hush.

- Your scent, your nipples.

Mary, I'm sorry you must feel

for the suffering

that you caused to me.

You must, but just.

You were the one, Mary, the one.

- I don't

know who that is.

- Broke every f***ing

promise that I, I'm sorry.

- There's no rhyme or

reason to any of it, Ray.

- It didn't matter to

me that you were old

and more experienced, that was--

- Oh.

I can't straighten it out.

You shouldn't be here.

- Will any man ever

be enough for you?

- Better go.

- They won't be enough for you.

They can't be enough for you

with your insatiable demands,

it's impossible!

- Are you going, Ray?

- No man will ever

be enough for you!

- Let's forget

everything, everybody.

I won't hurt you.

- I have to tell you something

that I couldn't tell you before.

- Later.

We'll both tell.

You won't believe mine.

- No.

A woman died and I disappeared.

- You really shouldn't

think so much about dying.

If you're in

trouble, I'll fix it.

- No, you don't understand.

These aren't even

my clothes, Ray.

- Then take 'em off.

I'll start.

- I looked different, I was

different, I am different.

- Everything about

you is different.

I could go for you in a big way.

- Oh, she was just lying there.

With her head looking away

like she didn't want to be seen

and then she was...

Like nothing could stop her.

And you can't,

you can't go back.

You can't go back, nobody can.

- So you hold on.

No matter what

they hit you with.

Bad luck and all.

- Hold on to what?

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