The Waterdance Page #3

Okay.

How does it feel?

It feels...

it feels great.

Joel!

I have to see him.

I have to go home.

Type.

No!

Type.

Even though the spinal cord patient

can get a reflex erection,

it's not going to

feel the same.

Orgasm, as you've known it,

is very rare.

You have to

learn to experiment...

With your partner.

Communicate.

Learn what you like,

find out what they like.

Oral sex comes in handy.

Whoa, wait. No, there ain't

gonna be none of that.

- Did you say something, Raymond?

- Look, doc,

I don't mean no disrespect, but a woman

was put on this earth to serve a man.

I just... that's just

a biological fact.

I think there are a few of us in this room,

Raymond, who might argue that point.

Doc, what you saying to me is that

you want me to eat some p*ssy.

Now, now, black men

don't eat p*ssy.

What you gonna do, Raymond,

use a straw?

Maybe I'll use your big, nappy head.

That's what I'll do.

It is your choice, Raymond, but I've

been in this chair for 18 years.

Oh, and you're saying

you go down on a woman?

Every chance I get, Raymond.

Well, that's disgusting.

That's just absolutely disgusting.

Dear Anna,

I wish I could say all that

needs to be said about us.

From here, just now, I cannot.

The halo is off, thank God.

For the first time since the

fall, I'm allowed the luxury...

Of warm, free water

to cleanse me.

Every third day at dawn,

I'm showered.

What a simple pleasure that is.

Such a short time ago...

it seems like forever...

we lay in your tiny room

in Santa Monica,

not caring as the cool night

melted into morning.

Now's not the time

to decide the future.

I'm sorry for

trying to force things.

Time here has stopped.

Visitors come and go.

Each face blending into the next.

No face yours.

Everyone tells me I look good.

I smile, make jokes.

They laugh, wish me well. They leave.

I remain here, this place.

They packed us into the van and took

us to a football game the other day.

On the way back,

we passed a strip joint,

and Raymond told us therein

danced his Annabelle Lee.

Bloss called him a liar.

I'm convinced that in a perfect world,

those two men would be lovers.

My wild, optimistic

imagination.

Anna, three weeks without you seems

such a long time, especially now.

But I understand.

Nothing is easy.

You'll be back soon.

We'll play scrabble.

We will find the words.

Love, Joel.

What?

The keys to the van.

I hope you trust my driving, 'cause tonight

I'm taking you out to eat some crow.

You're on, man.

Fifty-five. Is there a certain

dog in here somewhere?

Hey, hey, what the hell is this?

Who let this low-life element in here?

Hey, hey, calm yourself down!

I got family coming today.

Hey, hey, hey, hey, look!

Shut the f*** up, Raymond.

This drinking is against the rules.

F***in' crazy n*gger, man. Thinks he's

the f***in' mayor of the hospital, man.

Got some presents for you.

This one's named Lucille.

Gimme a kiss, Lucille.

You kiddin' me, man?

I'm gonna be motherfuckin'

rollin' in the money, man.

First thing I'm gonna do, I'm

gonna buy my mom a new house,

then I'm gonna get myself a motherfuckin'

harley with a lift on it, man.

Hey, what's the, uh, what's the deal with

the dude? You know, the money guy.

I don't know, man.

Let's give him a call.

Number's over in the top drawer.

Gimme the phone. We'll have some fun.

This must be it.

Operator.

Give me 555-9030.

All my lines are busy

right now. Please hold.

I ain't got all day

to wait on hold, motherf***er!

Big man's got this Asian

woman walking on his back.

Wait a minute.

Hello. Hello?

How ya doin', Mr. Raider?

Uh, who is this?

It don't matter who this is, man.

It's the f***in' L.A. times.

I don't understand.

Who is this?

You care to comment on this $2.5 million

lawsuit you got going, man, huh?

Make you think twice before you go

runnin' over innocent people...

With your f***in'

Mercedes Benz, huh, man?

Don't you hang up on me,

motherf***er!

Got him running scared, bro.

Don't forget who your friends

are when you're a rich man.

Hey, what the f***

you lookin' at, Garcia?

Want a beer, bro?

Raymond.

Hey, Rachel. Baby, I was watching

for you to come in over there.

I parked on the other side.

Girl, you know, you look good.

Mm-mm-mm.

Boy, you look good!

Hey, Starletta.

How you doing, baby?

Look. Look what daddy's

got for you.

Come on.

Give your father a kiss, girl.

I need to sit down, Raymond.

Starletta wants a coke.

Okay. All right.

Yeah, we'll just go into the snack bar.

Come on, girl.

Now, Rachel, you know, baby,

I get outta here in two months.

I mean, a woman needs a man.

A child needs a father.

Please, Raymond.

Baby, I devote my life to you,

now you...

I mean, besides, who's gonna... who's

gonna take care of you, anyway?

Look, Raymond, I'm doin' fine.

I've always done fine.

Yeah, I know that, and I know

I've treated you bad in the past.

But the past is the past.

Look, I don't want to go through this again.

Just do this for me, okay?

Rachel, we are a family.

I'm not gonna

divorce my family.

You're just making this

hard on me, then.

Rachel, we are a family,

and I can't divorce my family.

I gotta go.

Wait. Wait.

Okay, okay, I'm sorry.

Baby, I give you God's love,

if you just give me a chance.

I mean, I'm a changed man.

I ain't the way I used to be.

Come on, Starletta.

Rachel, you can't

walk outta here like this.

Tell your daddy

thank you for the coke.

- Thank you for the coke.

- You're welcome, baby.

Wait, give daddy...

Rachel! Ra-Rachel!

Rachel, you my wife!

You supposed to be at my side!

Rachel!

What time?

What time for what?

Annabelle Lee.

There ain't no Annabelle Lee.

We got a bet or what, man?

Forget the bet, forget the trip

and just leave me be, okay?

Get that cigar out of here,

Bloss. You know the rules.

There's the motherfuckers that

won't put our calls through.

Hey!

Hey, in there!

Bring your asses out here.

I wanna make a complaint!

Hey, goddamn it!

I know you hear me!

Probably sittin' on your butts

like you usually do!

Hey, bring your asses out here!

Raymond.

Goddamn...

get your hands off me!

Hey, don't you know you're

f***in' with people's lives?

Squeaky-voice motherfuckers, maybe

I'll break your f***in' neck!

Are you all right?

No, I'm not all right.

He was handing them the money,

and they shot him.

Poor kid. Right there

in his father's store.

F***in' punks, man.

Mom! Come on, cut the

fingernails, not my fingertips.

You're such a baby.

"Worms."

"Snoot."

That makes

9, 10, 11, 12... 16.

I loved your letter.

Well, why didn't you

write me back?

I can't write.

You know that.

Maybe you're afraid

of what you might say.

Anna... don't.

Is this okay?

Yeah.

What's your name, man?

My name's sang.

I'm Bloss.

Listen, man, if you need

anything around here,

you know, anything at all,

you let me know, okay?

I mean that.

You play tennis, man?

Gimme the juice.

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