Ray Meets Helen

Happy birthday, Helen.

What were you doing in Peru?

Insurance legwork, but--

But what?

- Well, who's laughing this morning?

He is.

Who's he?

Him.

Oh, for me?

Oh, black roses are usually a curse.

Are we mourning this morning?

We are.

Now, more.

Please.

That's it?

That's always it.

Half empty?

Half full.

I see.

So I'm here but I'm not.

Lady, it's early, okay?

- Oh, I'm sorry, well, when is good for you?

How about too late?

Is too late good enough for you?

How about that?

Yeah?

- Oh, um, I'm looking for American Signature Bank.

Do you, do you know? - Oh, yeah.

You're on Sunset Street.

That's on Sunrise.

Oh, didn't look hard enough.

Much obliged.

One more then?

To clean it up.

Is that woman okay?

For what?

Last one.

Just like that?

Everything stops?

Who knows?

What are you afraid of?

Somebody getting hurt.

You're sweet.

Hardly.

And kind.

It's summer time.

Put a smile on.

- Heads never coming back, tails.

Nothing left behind.

Jealous men always find more

than they imagined.

Are you all right?

I always thought so.

One for the daddy.

Do you need a ride?

A ride?

No.

- Thought I was eating chicken.

Everybody eats chicken.

That's part of the problem.

What do you think I got?

I think you'll live.

So, when do you get off, Rose?

Never.

97 hours I worked last week.

I was born in this hospital, gonna die here.

- In between, you want come over to my apartment?

New waterbed. - Press there.

Incoming.

- You know, you really gotta see this waterbed.

I'm considering it.

It's amazing.

It's got lights, it spins, vibrates.

- Spins, huh? - Yeah.

360, all the way around.

I'm intrigued.

Raymond O'Callahan?

Yeah.

X-rays are inconclusive.

Blood tests will tell us more.

If you haven't heard anything in a week, you're fine.

24 hours, it's serious.

Morphine switch in room four.

Got it, doctor.

Thanks for coming, Harve.

What'd the doctor say?

Well, they took blood.

Your personal doctor?

- I don't have a personal doctor.

Wasn't easy getting this.

Oh my.

Not easy.

'Cause what I have is extremely difficult.

But you're a large part of that, Ray.

I did what you told me.

- I told you to cheese over a customs agent?

I'm sick.

No, let me explain sick.

The senior veep's out to kill my career.

But I have to ignore that issue

and beg him to call his pal at U.S. customs for you, Ray.

So, do me a favor.

Drop dead.

I got you what you wanted.

No, no, no.

What I got is whole lotta noise right now.

I got an armored truck crash in hell.

My policy, my client.

The veep could give two shits about this case.

Only wants blood, mine.

Yet, I have to grovel for you.

So, hey,

you hear that?

Hear it

because you're finally there, Ray.

Rock bottom.

Ginger and I are done, I certainly am.

And just so you know, I never touched her once

while you were together.

That how it's done?

- You look me in the eye and say that.

Otherwise I got senior VP issues.

Now to fix them,

I slept with my COO, a nice, proper widow

and I ain't sorry about that.

I don't regret it.

That's how it's done.

- Let me have this one, Harve.

- Fine, I'll talk the next one.

- Your truck crash in hell, the legwork.

Are you that punch drunk?

I'm not sneaky enough for you?

- I considered myself over 50 years for you Ray,

to help you become something, a champion.

Except I wasn't.

- Half a life ago, Ray, and you're still suffering.

Make your own luck or get crucified.

Serious.

- We can't just give you money.

- I'll pay, it's my word.

- With the mortgaged assets and no income?

I'm sorry, Mrs. Wilder.

- Oh, I'm not Mrs. Wilder anymore.

I just don't know how to put it back.

My family is all gone and all their debts are coming to me.

And I just need a little money for a short time.

Happy birthday, Mr. Loomis.

Thank you, Harold.

Did you get some birthday cake?

It's Devil's Food.

- I love Devil's Food cake.

Delicious.

Thank you.

- I thought that's what you do here.

I'm sorry, we do what?

- You give money to people with money problems.

I am sorry for your hardship,

but you have to qualify on paper.

- I don't want your sympathy, mister.

And I don't weep.

Do you?

Hello?

Hello?

Yeah?

- This is Empire Hospital.

Am I speaking with Raymond O'Callahan?

You're calling me.

Is this a bad time?

No.

Doc said an early call meant--

- What's the doctor's name, please?

- Can't remember what her name was but

you're calling me.

- Yes, sir, we're calling you.

We need to make an appointment, it's serious.

Yeah?

Hey, Ray, Ray.

Harve.

- Stop talking, listen to me.

How are you?

How am I?

Busy?

I just got a call from--

Stop, listen to me.

Are you functioning well?

Better than ever.

Is that good enough?

Ready, Harve.

Look, I need the truth.

Always about the truth.

All dressed up, Harve.

- The truth as we enter into this place as invisible

as the air we breathe,

as the love inside.