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She beckons, she tempts, she cold faces the

unwary helmsman who strives to stay from

jagged rocks and pounded sand where waves

link the ships and with its shroud of spray

orchestrating him that way.

So I asked, had she struck that

moonbeam's ray?

Why, how restless spirits should wander today?

Now, was there a lover who loved her too well?

in hell.

You asshole.

Water.

With the wholesale price of booze these days, it ain't fitting just to gulp it

down.

Dead hand. What are you doing out in the night like this?

What am I going to do at home?

Just listen to the wind.

Glockdress, no.

His wife's making such a plain fool of herself.

With the doggone wisdom.

Well?

Edgar, the gun's not here.

Everything to be said was said last night.

We can't see each other anymore, Edgar.

You agreed to that, Liz?

Yeah, after we fucked each other drunk. Ellen, what do you want from me?

I want you to leave. I can't leave.

I've got a job here.

Jobs don't grow on trees anymore.

I'll avoid you. You'll avoid me.

Go home.

Attack on the kids.

I'm sick of it.

I can't even look Clark in the eye anymore.

Sure.

Can't you see what you're doing to me?

Whatever's been done, we've done to each other.

You know that?

Every time I see you, my insides melt.

And it runs right down my legs. Bitch.

Cunt.

Hey, how long are you going to stay here as a drifter?

Well, I don't like it.

I like it, Broad.

He lays enough.

Well, what if Clark catches on? You know, then there'd be hell to pay.

Clark's too busy with his check -around robbing up to the firehouse to give a

damn what Ellen's doing.

Ellen Trask's been coming here for the last two years.

Five nights out of ten.

And Clark's never once made an inquiry into her doings. Yeah, but this is the

first time she misbehaved.

And they got a habit of it.

And with a stranger, too.

Well, he must be doing something right.

Ellen keeps coming back for more of whatever he's slipping into her.

I didn't think anyone else would be nuts enough to come out in a night like

this.

Goddamn box for two quarters in. And a goddamn sour note even.

Benji, what's working this afternoon?

Guess that one.

Essie, this ain't the liveliest place.

Without music, it's next best to having drinks at Spencer's Funeral Park.

Never done here.

Oh, shit. Don't put that away on the mic. Now, please.

Gail.

I saw what you used to do.

Find any inspiration?

Dry as a bone.

Couldn't even keep my mind on my sketches about the daddy and the

You know how I knew you'd be playing with each other down here?

I was playing with myself up there.

It happened sometime.

Do you know the wallpaper design for Hill and Jaff?

It took me three months to squeeze that one out.

Christ, listen to those wings.

Seconds. She tempts.

She calls, they say.

The unwary helmsman who strives to stay.

From jagged rocks and pounded sand.

Where waves... splinter ships against the strand.

Higher the dune with its shroud of spray.

Orchestrating wind and wave stands Melissa Gray.

Melissa who?

Melissa Gray.

It's part of an 18th century folk poem from around here.

Old Jet Hand, the guy who owns the boatyard recycling farm.

Whole goddamn place is dying.

Hey, you see that new waitress bitch over at the diner?

Beautiful, huge tits.

Incredible right ass, just ready for a plucking.

You make me sick.

Yes, sir. Just ask him, he'll be split right open.

Just ask him.

It's that damn cute box.

The place needs some... some entertainment.

Ever hear me do a ballad of Melissa Gray?

A hundred times.

Okay. You insist?

Spawn of the Sea God.

Christ, Ferris.

Old fine things ain't appreciated anymore.

Around here.

Pity when you find strangers more ready to listen.

City fella.

Writer. Over the ocean beach.

He sat and listened to me all afternoon.

Every verse.

Twice over.

He appreciated it.

I'll tell you.

City fella.

Hung on every word.

The sea was kicking up.

The clouds were boiling.

Getting darker every second.

Big old cold raindrops were starting to fall.

Still, they listened.

Spawn of the sea god, they used to say.

There's many good people who live round my bay.

Tossled of hair.

Wanted have I, wild as the whirlwind.

Frightened, shy.

She came out of nowhere.

Tempest, spray.

Unpainting them.

Melissa Gray.

Thank you.

Well, Uncle Jed, she couldn't have made a better entrance with a florist and

trumpet.

Hi.

Spontaneous.

The first verse sounds interesting.

Is there more?

Mm -hmm.

Luckful, abandoned I used to say, as many good women who lived round my bay.

She was ample of bosom, fair of face.

man, a harlot of animal grace.

They envied, they hated, wished she'd not stay.

The seductive, the passionate, Melissa Gray.

True, her eye did roll and her hips did sway in a most provocative and sinful

way. Her bedchamber echoed with murmurs and sighs, screams of passion.

Animal cries.

A mere touch inflamed her, say they, round my bay.

A volcano of pleasure.

Melissa Gray.

That girl knew how to live, didn't she?

Gotta get to that shower.

That's not the end of the film.

Tune in tomorrow.

Same time, same channel.

for further adventures of Melissa Gray, mistress of the waterfront.

And of her husband's cellar boys.

I had to come in from the storm for a little while.

I saw a light and... Can I get you a drink?

I don't have any money.

Shit, I'd have figured that.

Can I get one of the boys to drive you home?

Where's your home?

I don't have a home.

Bet she escaped from the nuthouse.

Why are you here?

Came to see my mother.

Your mother? She lives here in town?

That's what they told me.

What's your mother's name?

I don't know.

They told me her name was Jane Smith.

Jane Smith? What kind of a name is that?

Who told you that?

But... I know. I guess she felt sorry for me.

I don't want to get anybody in trouble.

Do you have anything else to wear?

My bag was stolen at the Hampstead bus you called.

Let's get you into a nice hot bath.

What's your name?

I didn't get it. What did they call you?

Misty.

My name is Misty Smith.

Misty? What kind of a name is that?

Just a name.

Everybody always calls me Misty.

Because I'm kind of dumb.

But you must have another name.

What is that other name?

Melissa.

Melissa Smith.

I was born in a foundling home, and my mother left me the day after I was born.

I want to find her.

Let's go take that back.

Yes, sirree.

Spawn of the sea god, they used to say.

Many good people who live around my bay.

Tossled of hair.

Haunted of eye.

Wild as the whirlwind.

Frightened and shy.

It came out of nowhere.

Tempest and spray.

That untamed sea nymph. Shut up, you rotten old bastard.

Well,

it's a whole lot better than where I've been sleeping.

I spent the last four nights in the freight shed at the railway station.

You've been in town for four days.

I spent every second looking for the woman who gave birth to me.

There's no Jane Smith anywhere.

Probably used a false name.

Most gals did who had babies.

They didn't.

Didn't walk.

I have to find out who I am.

I really don't know who I am.

So if I could just see where I came from, then maybe I would know.

Some kind of magic.

I don't believe one word of that gal's story.

Melissa. Her name is Melissa.

Shit.

She just decided to use that name when she heard that old cat fucker reciting

his poem.

Right then she decided and not one second before.

Hey, brud, get me another drink.

Just once.

Call out, Mama.

And somebody would turn around and smile at me.

That would be enough.

I caused you too much trouble for one night.

Thank you.

You can call me Esther.

I've always looked forward to this.

In the beginning, when we first moved together.

When we, uh, got each other's attention.

When we found ourselves doing it together.

I can feel your opening.

Little voice turned me on.

Oh.

You're warming up, Johnny.

Joanne, why don't you go out to the kitchen and make yourself a milkshake

couple of eggs in it?

Oh, you better make that with four eggs. Because the way I feel right now, in a

few minutes there's going to be a big demand for egg whites.

Hey, Jed, ain't seen you drink this much in years.

Should be no minding you. I never walked out on a tab yet.

Never said you did.

It's only that.

Yeah, but sometimes things happen.

Coincidental, some people say.

You mean the girl?

Girl.

Storm.

of a sudden coincidental things have a way of just happening.

And then, things change.

Change.

Perhaps that's it.

I don't like change.

You take a strange element, a strange face, and you stick it into

familiar surroundings.

All of a sudden, what was familiar becomes strange.

Don't forget how lucky we are sometimes.

Three of us change a dozen the way we are.

And having nights like we had last night?

Oh, I forget how many times I came off. So did I.

My poor mom.

When I think how shocked she was when I told her I was moving in with a man and

another woman.

Before that, I thought she was a swinger, the way she dissed out at the

and all the various and assorted appliance repair people.

I'm certainly glad I did not take her advice.

She wanted me to marry a TV repairman.

Oh, one she tried.

Oh, she gave him the highest recommendation.

Certainly glad we found a companion like George.

Last night he sure rose to the occasion. And he rose and rose and

rose.

Three hours worth.

You might say it was a little help from our friend George.

We rode out the door.

I don't like you that.

I don't like what you did at all.

I mean, you had no call to keep her here and end up put her on like that.

Now, we can't afford it.

The kitchen's never been so clean, I'll tell you that.

You're costing us so god -awful much.

Forty dollars a week in a week.

We'll get our money's worth.

You're new here.

Who are you?

I have the distinction of being the only lodger in this inn.

You work on a fishing boat?

I'm installing conveyor belts in that shed across the creek.

Name's Edgar Frog.

Melissa Smith.

I'm just, um... I'm helping out here.

It's temporary.

Actually, I'm a ballet dancer.

I knew you were something like that.

Anyone could tell you're not just a cleaning lady.

No. I twisted my ankle a few weeks ago and... I

don't know why I told you that.

I think I'm a little crazy.

A lot of people are a little crazy.

I figured... Back to the bed.

I can only work between boats when everyone else is off.

I'll see you later, Melissa.

Some people call me Misty.

I like Melissa.

I think they only call me Misty because I'm not too clear in the head.

I think you're very clear in the head.

Hey, I love talking to you.

Don't let me pretend that I was a ballet dancer.

Hey, Mr. Sand.

Looking for your husband.

Not really.

You know, you're much better looking when you don't look so serious, Mrs.

You're a very good looking woman, you know, I think that.

I was looking for my niece.

She's standing over by the winch.

We just took the engine out of the whaling.

down to the boatyard, Aunt Elvira. You, Gretchen.

I had breakfast tea this morning with Reverend Mr. Talbot.

The Sunday school needs a young woman to help with the first three grades, and I

thought... You thought wrong, Aunt Elvira.

It's not for me.

All you'd have to do is reestablish your relationship with the church.

Aunt Elvira, good works, salvation, mumbo -jumbo, the church, it ain't for

I love you.

Know that.

But don't try to convert the pagans. I'm a pagan, Aunt Elvira.

You are not a pagan, Gretchen Tolliver.

You are a Christian.

Your mama brought you up to be a good Christian.

To fear God.

Aunt Elvira, I'm a sinner.

We are all sinners, Gretchen.

I like being a sinner.

It's not too late to repent. I don't want to repent. I like the way I am.

I am determined to bring you back into the fold.

I love you, Gertrude.

Of all the family, you're the only one in it that's worth saving.

I love you, Aunt Elvira, but I'm an incurable pagan.

There's no help for me.

Well, I try.

And even trying, they say, is part of the good work.

I'll see you Saturday night for dinner. Thanks, Aunt Elvira, and thanks for

trying.

You know I'm going to go on trying.

You are an incurable pagan.

I'm an incurable missionary.

Elvira.

You don't fool me.

Not for a minute.

You creep every time you see me.

You might drive me crazy. If you know I'm going to be someplace, you leave

brow off and let those tits fly.

Just thinking about it makes my mouth warm.

Like I thought.

Those tits are standing straight up.

Nothing holding them back except the thin cloth of that glove.

Hey, lady, are you all right?

Yes.

I'm all right.

I just fell a little bit.

Yeah, I know. I fell a little thing.

Everything?

Yeah. I was standing over between them both when that guy was playing with your

tits.

You liked it a lot, didn't you?

I know.

Well, come on. There's nothing to be ashamed of.

Shit, I love it when somebody plays with my tits.

Perhaps the right boy.

I don't make up any rules like that.

I just love it when anybody plays with my tits.

I even love it when I play with my own tits.

And that boy's right.

You do have an intense lurch for him. Anybody can see that.

My name's Melissa Smith.

And you're... Oh, I'm Mrs. Jernigan.

Oh, shit, what's your name?

Elvira.

Elvira.

Yeah, why don't you take that guy home and fuck him?

I can't see.

Oh, come on.

It'd probably make you feel a whole lot better if you did.

I'll make your husband feel better, too.

Well, I gotta go. I'll see you around.

Well, it's beginning to emerge somewhat.

What's beginning to emerge?

A face.

The face of your moon goddess, Melissa Gray.

Oh.

I did some preliminary sketches down by the jetty this morning.

Sick.

You don't like them, right?

Well, this one looks like a cover girl in a woman's fashion magazine.

This one Oh,

well as they say back to the drawing board

I

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Melissa Gray.

I was but a lad and had a lad's way when I

chanced upon her on the southeast bay.

Her glance brushed me by and my eye caught her eye.

She trembled, unsurely, I feared she would fly.

But then she smiled and curtly I fell in her sway.

Five years ago, my passionate Melissa Gray.

Thank you.

They used to say, those many good

women that lived round my bay.

She was ample of bosom and fair of face.

Met a holly with animal grace. They

envied, they hated, they wished she'd not stay.

The beautiful, the passionate, but the great.

I can do a double somersault in the air.

Is that poetry?

Are you a poet?

No, I'm not a poet.

I'm a writer.

I'm an acrobat.

Well, I guess you knew that.

I've worked with just about every big circus.

Ringling Brothers.

All the big tops.

You go to the circus much?

No, never.

Gee, that's too bad.

Don't you have a home?

I live right here, in the dune.

Oh.

You want to fuck me?

Do you say that to all the guys you see?

No, not all of them.

An awful lot, though.

It's real nice back in the dunes. Nobody would see us.

Well, I don't make it a habit of dragging my private parts through the

I have a bed.

Well, it's not exactly a bed.

It's a bathroom.

I'm going to get a little cover for it.

Red velvet, I think.

It's in my room at the Point Inn in town. That's where I work.

They needed somebody to liven up the place, you know, entertain.

Oh, are you going to do acrobatics?

No, they can't afford to pay me what I make in the circus.

That's all I do.

I think we've seen the last of Melissa Smith.

Good riddance, too.

She'll be back.

I'm sure she's in town shopping.

I gave her ten bucks.

What for?

So she'll have some money in her pocket.

Hello.

You think I got lost?

I got some of the nicest things for my room.

Do you really think she'd be the right model for my sketches?

Look, you want a painting of Melissa Gray.

This girl is Melissa Gray.

She's crazy as a loon.

Scared.

Bewildered.

With an animal quality that you wouldn't believe.

Isn't she pretty?

pretty enough.

At first glance, you'd both say, you've got to be kidding.

Yeah, but underneath it all, you'll see what I mean.

It's not just prettiness. It's a beauty.

A fierce beauty.

You know what she did?

From the first minute she laid eyes on me.

Proposition me.

Oh, come on. Look, I'm telling you.

Well, I'll tell you, I just don't know whether it'd be worth it or not. Oh,

on, just go see her. Go to the point in and just look her over.

She's got to be seen to be appreciated.

Who do you got to lose?

You have no model. You have no idea.

Yeah.

Mrs. Harley told me I would find you up here.

So you are Melissa?

Melissa, is that really your name or did you make it up?

It's my name.

Why are you looking at me like that?

Who are you?

I'm an artist.

I want to make some sketches of you.

Why would you want to make sketches of me?

I'll pay you ten dollars an hour. All you have to do is come and sit and just

let me sketch you.

Here's my card.

If you decide you would like to.

God bless you.

Would you like some coffee?

The strawberry tart, what?

Damn you, Norbert.

All right.

All right.

I want you.

I can't.

I can't.

This is goddamn pure, aren't you?

Not pure, Norbert.

Not fever at all.

Couldn't figure out what that sound was.

It's my new chime.

Trying to make the room more cheerful.

I lived in the Orient once. They had chimes like these on the terrace.

Went over the window of that thing.

What were you doing in the Orient?

Trying to make life better for more people.

Worked in the hospital.

You're a doctor?

What?

I'm gonna be a model.

I'm just going up to Rochester for a couple days.

Part of my job.

I'm coming back.

I'm going to be a model.

Today.

And he ought to pick you for a model.

I'm not very pretty, am I?

You'll be just fine.

Damn.

Yep, that's Melissa.

It's Melissa Gray.

It's Melissa Gray.

Hey,

how'd it go?

Oh, we had a fantastic day. Here, look at these.

Mm -hmm.

Oh, look at this one. This is fabulous.

Oh, it's not quite what I'm looking for, but we'll get it. We will get it.

I can't believe that's the same girl who left here this morning.

They had lovers aplenty while I was away.

More radiant, more abandoned grew Melissa Gray.

Nipples like cherries.

Eyes sparkling wine.

Hair dripping honey.

Lip. All the shine.

You made her a goddess.

Her love is galore.

I'm Melissa.

Melissa Gray.

Then homeward bound I caress her soon, knowing

others made her goddess of the moon.

That wasn't a matter of sin, I say,

was but the nature of Melissa Gray.

How long have we been sitting here drinking?

Oh, about two and a half hours. No, no, I mean, how many years?

Over eight years.

Real regular the past two.

Eight years.

You and me sitting together right here.

With brief intermissions to have babies.

Doing nothing but staring into whiskey glasses and letting the clock run.

What a waste.

The least we could have done is wet our hair down and bury our faces between

each other's thighs.

Just one time.

Hey, are you some kind of goddamn lesbians or something?

We've always wanted to do that.

Both of us.

Everybody's going nuts tonight.

Never even kissed.

Not really.

I wouldn't be surprised if the constable suddenly appeared and closed this

place. This kind of carrying on doesn't go with this county.

The most of autumn and sing away Her

bedchamber echoed with murmurs and sigh Screams of

fashion, animal cry A mere touch and flame her

they saved out by way Of a maid of leisure,

Melissa Gray

Stop it.

I tell you, I know it. I can feel it in my bones.

There's an angry spirit afoot.

Wickedness and sin rise with the tide.

The moon changed.

They say when the moon changes... That's an old wise tale.

Aunt Elvira, why are you preaching to me?

It is time to reaffirm your faith in Providence.

Reject those other forces.

Stop yourself.

Come on.

What if I don't want to stop myself?

Besides, you should mend your own fences first.

Why don't you reform that old bastard you're married to?

Oh, don't you look so puzzled.

You know he tried to suck my cunt when I was 12.

I might have let him.

If he wasn't such a lush.

Oh, now, that's ridiculous.

And you.

I know you run hot every time Norbert steps into a room.

Anybody can see that. Anybody.

And high on a dune, poised and angry

and vengeful, goddess of the...

George, as close as we've been in the past five years, I've never told you

I love you.

I've told you lots of times.

Yes, always during the deepest passion.

How I do love you, children.

I love you, children.

Can you look at me and say that?

I love you, children.

I wish you wouldn't have done that.

I feel you betrayed Audrey and someone.

We've all been a threesome.

Falling.

to see my room. I fixed it up. You'd never recognize me.

I can't. I promised George and Aline that I would... that I could... Oh, come

on.

Just one for a few minutes.

They're like moonbeams.

Even my eyes.

They made her a goddess, a lover's

galore. My Melissa, my Melissa,

was my Novor.

I don't know what to say.

Everything's changed.

This afternoon it was Audrey, Helene, and George.

One kiss and now... It's Helene and George?

Roger doesn't seem to be suffering.

Me and Melissa are out there making some sort of noise somewhere.

They're still warm. They're delicious.

Do you sing, Melissa?

Mm -hmm.

Some. Why do you ask?

Well, we have a choir at our church. We could use some mellow feminine voices.

You have a very sweet voice.

Oh, are you going to put another batch in?

for the charity bazaar at the church.

You do a lot of work for the church.

What's best to work for good in a world so full of evil?

Did you ever commit a sin?

Do you often think sinful thoughts?

I know I do.

George and I realized we're in love.

So we thought it would be best for everyone we went down to the city.

I want you to do things for me. I want you to do lots of things for me.

I want you to do everything I tell you. I want you to climb the walls.

I think I can stand much more of her preaching.

And she and Jed, I bet they ain't slept together for years.

Well, she wouldn't have lovers.

Ann Elvira?

Never.

But it would be nice if she... Perhaps.

Ann Elvira did like you.

Don't be afraid The hell is she

She's my handmaiden

she waits on my pleasure

Oh.

We'll see you next time.

What do you want to talk about?

Gretchen.

Gretchen?

Gretchen's not been very happy lately.

I phoned her mother in Florida.

Goddamn cunts.

I ought to kill you.

No! Roy!

Whatever you like it to, huh?

You like it?

Oh, you need to ignore me. See how she takes that.

Eat, you cunt.

Eat.

That's it.

That's it. Hurry.

Shoot your juice to her. Give her a full load.

You never broke a rock!

talk to you in private, please.

Melissa.

It was a nightmare.

A nightmare.

Tell me. You'll feel better if you tell me.

Norbert.

My niece and husband.

He raped me.

Right in front of her.

You did nothing to invite it.

You didn't sin.

You never sinned.

I know you.

You never sinned.

Tell me you never sinned.

I can't tell you that.

I have such a weight of sin and guilt.

I'll never throw it off.

If you have an error, you can bring it back to the TV.

Hair dripping honey, lips all a -shine.

They made her a goddess, her lovers galore.

My Melissa, sweet Melissa,

was my love.

Hi, Melissa. Nice to see you again.

This woman is taking my place.

Leaving?

Thinking about it.

You haven't seen me in a long time.

Do you notice anything different?

Something about the hair?

This has been the Yellowstone Park.

No.

You're right.

Sure would like to go sometime.

Now she's gone away.

These beaches are empty by night and by day.

Her nipples like cherries.

sparkling wine, hair dripping honey, lips all a

-shine.

They make her a goddess, her lovers galore.

My Melissa, sweet Melissa, is mine

no more.

To where a moon goddess goes to hold breath.

But others will swear much darker faith.

That in campus black fury to this day.

With arms upraised and high out of doom.

Poised and angry and vengeful.

She beckons, she tempts, she calls, they

say. The unwary helmsman strives to stay.

From jagged rocks and pounded sand.

Winter shifts up the strand High on her dune

With its shroud of spray Orchestrating in that way

Stands Molly Sutherland Had

she straddled that moonly trail

By her restless spirit

Was there a lover who loved her too well?

Who would share her pleasures only in hell?

Or was it the women who lived round my bed?