The Million Dollar Hotel Page #2

He likes to be called "The Walrus". Could help.

Geronimo said that Skinner scared him and

that he might be crazier than all of us together.

We'd better warn everybody

he was coming to find Izzy's killer.

Someone's movin' the door. I was...

I just wondered if Skinner

could really be crazier than Dixie.

Dixie was in a music band

called The Beatles.

Only they didn't know.

Special Agent Skinner.

I'm a detective.

You got some Oragel?

This f***ing cavity's going into my brain.

Morphine, Motrin, Tylenol, anything?

Come on, you call yourself a dentist?

Detective. Teeth, gums, gingivitis

are out of my line.

Where the hell have you been? I've been calling

you pretty little policemen for months now.

- We're here.

- It's about time. Somebody's trying to kill me.

If they succeed,

I'll come and see you again.

# I've heard it before...

# Someone came through the door... #

Oh, hello! Jump in.

Don't forget your shot again.

What is it with her?

She's a little f***ed up, poor dear.

But her mother was really f***ed up.

What the hell, we're all f***ed up.

They never really got the hang of it.

Jessica, there's a cop coming.

Oh, God! I knew it! They're putting her

into my custody, after three years in hospital.

- How am I gonna handle it?

- No, it's not about that.

- He's trying to find out who killed Izzy.

- I thought he jumped.

Well, maybe he didn't.

I keep it inside the big brown bag,

inside the loo.

I've been calling your name.

I called Liverpool, Interpol, even Paul.

Since I wasn't officially in the band,

you know how it goes, it ain't easy.

Yeah, sure.

That's not exactly why I'm here.

Israel Goldkiss was pushed from the roof.

That makes you a suspect.

Jesus bleeding Christ! Are you paying attention?

I'm talking The Beatles, here. The Fab Four.

John understood.

That's why they had him killed, you know?

Now they're trying to kill me, because they

finally realised who's behind all those songs.

- But I ain't seen no royalties.

- Yeah, that's tough.

But either you cooperate, or I book you.

I've been doing nothing but cooperate

my whole f***ing life.

That's what it's all about

to be in a band.

I'm not saying

they weren't creatively involved...

but most of the time,

they were off with that Maharishi.

You know, India, whatever, you know.

There I was, all alone in the studio

with my brilliant ideas...

Thank God I had George Martin.

George... Oh, that album in particular,

we grew together like this, me and George.

That's what worries me.

You're worried about some flying junkie.

You big mystery solver.

"Roll up, roll up!"

You better solve this: how the f*** could they

release that album without me on the cover?

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