The Panic in Needle Park Page #2

Terrific.

I was always going

to art classes,

...and my mother was always

going to the doctor.

It was all right.

Why'd you leave, then?

Don't just go around

leaving people for no reason.

I wouldn't.

Well, you shouldn't.

It ain't right.

I won't.

Good.

Hi.

Hi.

- How do you feel?

- Mmm.

You slept.

If you want to bad enough...

It's all right.

Don't worry about it.

It's too soon.

We can.

Go to sleep.

Hey.

Oh. Good morning.

You're gonna kill yourself doing that.

I'm not hooked.

I'm just chipping.

You know what

the big thing at Marco's was?

What?

Grass brownies.

- Oh, yeah?

- Yeah.

- Where we going?

- Chico.

What's cooking?

How you taking it, man?

Slow, baby, slow.

Who's the chick?

- Hi. Helen.

- Helen, this is Chico.

- She feeding your arm?

- Aw, man.

- Hey, Bobby. You got anything, man?

- No.

- Sonny, this is Helen.

- Hotch has been around.

Oh, yeah?

Piss on Hotch.

Why don't you eat

your French fries?

Come on. You eat like a canary.

That's probably why you're sick all the time.

- See these things?

- Mm-hmm.

I've been living on these

since I was 10.

That's why I look so good.

( laughs )

I suppose you eat health food.

- I do not.

- Yeah?

How's a health food addict

like Needle Park?

- Here he is.

- Hey, Bobby, how are you? Good morning.

Mr. Sammy.

This is Helen. Sammy.

- How's your paranoia, eh?

- It's coming along.

Helen, how are you?

Shabba-doo, shabba-doo, shabba-doo

- I'll just take one. I'm on a diet.

- Have a French fry.

I'm gonna go see this guy down at...

( WHISPERING, INAUDIBLE )

Terrific.

Terrific.

- Thanks.

- See you again. Hey, she's cute.

Give him my best, will ya?

- I like it here.

- Yeah?

All your friends are here.

You're here.

Some friends.

You know I've been beat by

half the people out there? Half of them.

Hey, there's Hank.

Hey! Hank!

Hey!

Hank!

Dumb bastard's deaf.

Wait a minute.

- Oh!

- Where you going?

Watch this guy!

He don't know where he's walking! Hey! Hank!

Hank!

( HORN HONKS )

Why don't you go direct traffic?

- F***ing Hotch.

- Who's Hotch?

He's a prick.

He's a narco.

This is my brother Hank.

Hank, this is Helen.

- She's an artist.

- Yeah?

What kind of artist?

Bad paper?

Bad paper.

Where'd you meet her?

What is this, a party?

Look who's here.

- See Hotch?

- Yeah. You were right.

Say, uh, you still selling grass in the Village?

When I get a chance.

I bet the spades think

you're a real bad man.

( hank chuckles )

Hank's a burglar.

It's my business.

It's what I do good.

Go ahead. Tell her how you never got caught.

Ain't never got caught. Tell her.

- Get out of here.

- Go ahead!

- I'll tell her how you get caught.

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