Lady in a Cage Page #2

- Yeah.

He must have found something

real good, all right.

Don't you think?

Yeah.

Turn.

Turn.

Turn.

Turn.

Turn.

We'll save you, dear.

Reach.

Ring, somebody.

Nellie...

Nellie, please.

Call...

...me...

...up!

Malcolm, love...

...call me up.

He's dialling.

It's getting ready to ring.

Now!

Malcolm, baby...

Call me up.

Call.

What the hell?

What?

What? Who?

What the hell?

Two bucks?

Who'd be giving me two bucks?

Oh, my God.

Old "Repent, Repent, Repent."

What are you doing down there on

your knees? You praying at my door?

You gave me two bucks a while back,

and I says it's a loan,

and you says, like, you didn't think

you'd ever get it back.

- Well, you did.

- Yeah.

Repent, repent, repent.

Yeah, I remember you.

I told you my name.

It's George L. Brady Jr.

Yeah, well, it's early as hell, honey.

What time is it?

It's 12:
04.

Saturday. All day.

You can keep it.

- Why?

- Well, I thought maybe

I could tell you about something.

We can make money.

- I don't work with nobody no more.

- No, nothing like that!

- So come on in.

- Yeah?

What's the deal?

There's this house,

and she's stuck in an elevator,

the lady, till probably Tuesday,

she says.

I need somebody with a suitcase

to help me out.

We could do real good,

clean out the whole house probably.

You had two bucks,

you could've got a suitcase.

Oh, there's a lot of wine.

There's a room full.

Wine, huh?

Yeah.

And you want somebody to keep you

away from the wine long enough?

- Yeah.

- Nursemaid, huh?

Me?

What kind of stuff in that house?

Oh, everything.

It's three stories high,

a private elevator, and you could see

the things all around.

- Yeah?

- Yeah.

I thought maybe, you and me,

we could take a trip.

- You wanna have a piece of toast?

- No, I don't eat much.

Maybe that's the trouble.

Oh, okay.

Hands off in the morning

or you'll repent for real sure.

Alouette, gentille alouette

Alouette, je te plumerai

I'll write a poem in my head.

Oh, I haven't written anything

but letters in so long.

Oh! I have worshiped thee,

False god

For thou art false, electricity

Ye gods, what a rhyme.

Kilowatt is his name

And we did burn incense to his power

But lo, one day

Our god Kilowatt left us

Could we then go back

To the gods of our childhood?

To reindeer, Santa Claus?

Almost, almost got it.

Almost...

...almost...

...almost got it.

Wow!

Wow!

Wow, honey,

I never saw nothing like this,

not even in magazines,

not even in advertisements.

How much you think

it's worth, like, this spoon?

Not even in advertisements.

I'm right in the sun, and I'm sticky

and sweaty. What's happening?

Must have been some kind

of alarm bell.

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