CBGB Page #3

Excuse me. I have to open up.

He's dead.

I've been watching him for you, Hilly.

- Has anybody informed the police?

- Nah.

Cops don't care too much

about dead guys in the Bowery.

Where'd he come from?

Upstairs.

Somebody answer that!

Hey, answer the phone already!

There's a dead body outside.

Do you wanna come see if

it's one of your guests?

Not particularly.

That guy stabbed in the shower

here last month... Big mess.

Had to call the cops three

times. Pain in my ass.

What? You want a room?

- What's goin' on, Stan?

- I'm arresting this man...

under suspicion of murder.

- Whose suspicion?

- Look, Kristal...

let me do my job, okay?

What about the body?

Welcome to CBGB's, gentlemen.

Compliments of the house.

And who the hell are you?

Hilly Kristal.

Police took a guy for murder today.

- Yeah, we heard.

- He didn't do it.

Plays the violin. We call him "Idaho. "

- Yeah, he's a little guy.

- Yeah, he's a junkie.

I'd like to help him, but I

need some guidance on that.

What do we get out of it?

I'm your neighbor.

Got lots of neighbors.

You treat me right...

I'll treat you right.

I'll make a call.

Merv...

another round of beers...

for our neighbors here.

- Hey, Hilly.

- Hello, Idaho.

I'm sorry about this.

Jail's not so bad.

At least they got heat.

Why did you come?

Because you needed me.

It's hard bein' a man

Livin' in a garbage pail

- You read much?

- I'm a junkie, Hilly.

Do I look like I read

f***ing books to you?

I can't stand it anymore, more

Small Is Beautiful:

A Study of Economics

as if People Mattered.

Just came out.

Talks about how economics has become...

the dominant ideological

force in society.

How we need to rethink that...

with art, music...

A purple dog who wears spats

- You're out of gas.

- It's only a few more blocks.

They're livin' out in the hall

And I can't stand it anymore

You got vodka?

I can't stand it anymore, more

I can't stand it anymore, more

I can't stand it anymore, more

If Shelly would just come

back, it'd be all right

I remember

How the darkness doubled

I recall

Lightning struck itself

I was listening

- Listening to the rain

- Oh, sh*t.

Whoa!

It's no good.

Damn showers!

This place is cool, man.

Hey! Hey! 2.50!

Jesus Christ!

You're blocking the drain.

- Good working with you.

- Yeah.

- Uh, I'll see you tomorrow?

- Yes.

Don't look now Don't

heed the warning

Seven dollars? How am I

supposed to live on this?

Hey, man, art sucks.

Isn't it about time?

Not a bad night.

Nearly electrocuted a guy.

Doubled the attendance.

Fire, flood, familiar famine

The jungle so far away

Blood baked into blackened soil

How many tons a day?

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