The Waterdance Page #7

hospital. We have called the police, man.

Why don't we just go out and look

for him together, man, you and me?

Be serious, man. Look, everything

that can be done is being done, okay?

Bullshit, man!

The f***ing phone people, man.

F***in' phone people. I feel

like killing somebody, man.

Look, Bloss. You know Ray.

You know that he talks, man.

I heard him.

I'm telling you, he was serious.

Look, I told you the police

are already on their way, okay?

So why don't you just

go outside and meet them?

Heck of a help, man.

Hey! Hey, come on out

here, you slimy fucks!

I know you're in there,

you squeaky-voiced motherf***er.

Sh*t.

Come on out here,

you little scum-sucking prick!

F***.

Let's kick some ass,

college boy.

Hold, please.

Darn it, will you quit?

How did you get in here?

What are you doing?

I'm gonna kill you.

Why don't we talk?

Every day we try to talk.

A guy's about to kill

himself and you cut him off.

I don't wanna hurt you.

Oh, hurt me, a**hole. Go ahead!

You ain't gonna hurt anybody, motherf***er.

Oh, this is ridiculous.

You're choking me.

Kick him, Bloss.

- How the hell am I gonna kick him, man?

- What do you want from me?

Apologize. Okay, I'm sorry.

Sheila, get security.

- I said I'm sorry.

- For what?

For putting you on hold. Look, I got

a wife and kids. You're choking me.

Yeah, we've got lives too, a**hole.

Tell him, Joe.

We got lives. We're not just noise.

I never called you noise.

We're in wheelchairs stuck

in a f***ing hospital ward.

I'm sorry for that.

And I'm sorry for making your life harder.

You're killing me.

F*** off.

You really ought to channel

those hostilities there, Joe.

Don't think I'm not

gonna press charges, buddy.

I don't care who the hell you are or what

your problem is. I've got a family. And you...

you better pray that Raymond hill

is still alive, motherf***er.

You want me to press charges?

They assaulted me, didn't they?

What if they just

said they were sorry?

Sheila, tell them. The guy comes in

and grabs me around the throat...

they found Raymond.

He was asleep in his chair

over on Finch and Holden.

What about these?

Toss it, mom. They've

been in there five months.

Oh, no need to waste them.

Bloss? Raymond's upstairs.

Thought you might wanna know.

- How is he?

- I haven't talked to him.

- Got time for a visitor?

- Hey, come on in.

Rosa said you were here.

Yeah.

They cut me up tomorrow.

Gonna sew some of my stomach

onto my bladder.

You know a man's

gotta have a big bladder.

I got something for you.

What's this?

You won the bet, man.

I talked to Annabelle Lee.

You talked to her...

About me?

Mm-hmm.

She remembered you.

Well, of course she did.

Shoot. How a woman gonna forget Raymond

hill, God's gift to the female species?

Yeah, that was

her words exactly.

I can't take your money.

No, man. A bet's a bet.

No, I can't take it.

No.

Okay, if you insist.

I mean, a bet is a bet.

Where's the other 40?

I gotta get back to you with that.

You still livin' in that home?

Yeah.

I ran away a couple of times.

Didn't I call you once?

Yeah. Don't you remember?

Oh, man. Things get a little

crazy every now and then.

But it ain't so bad.

They got this cute little nurse there.

She got a thing for me.

It ain't so bad.

Yeah. I gotta go, man.

You take care

of yourself, Raymond.

Nobody else to do it.

You know,

maybe one of these days

you're feeling better,

you and me, we'll go out and

see Annabelle Lee together, man.

Not much stuff after six months.

It's better that way, don't you think?

Rosa, let me help you with that.

No, I'm fine.

Oh, now she's superwoman.

Les, this is for you.

I forgot to give it to you.

Oh, thanks, Joel.

Uh, I already have one of these, man.

I mean, I haven't

read it yet, but...

well, this is inscribed.

It's a gift.

Thanks a lot.

Thank you.

Les!

You take care of yourself.

Bye-bye.

Les!

How are you and Anna?

Well, we're still friends.

Lots of fishes.

You know, Joel.

If I wasn't married...

Oh, yeah.

I bet you say that to all the boys.

Well, yeah.

But don't think I never mean it.

Hey, get your

hands out of there.

Bye-bye.

Bye.

Hey, scrappy Joe, my man.

I'm off, buddy. Me too.

Well.

Hey, uh...

You take these, man.

Oh, gee, thanks.

Now, you do know that

my name is Joel, don't you?

Joel.

Yeah.

Adios.

Hi, pat.

Hi... Anna.

This is all your stuff?

Yeah, that's it.

Say all your good-byes?

Too many.

Let's go.

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