Chapter 27

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I believe in Holden

Caulfield, and the book.

And what it was saying to a

lost generation of phoney people.

We have arrested Mark David

Chapman, of 55 South Kukui...

K-u-k-u-i street Hawaii, for

the homicide of John Lennon.

If you wanna know...

I mean, if you really want

me to tell you about it...

I will.

But the first thing you probably want

to know is all that stuff about my Dad...

and what he did to

my Mom and me and all.

The whole goddamn childhood. But I'm

not gonna tell you any of that stuff.

That stuff isn't

important. Not anymore.

"Chapter 27"

Transcribed by VincePirez

(vincepirez@googlemail.com)

I'm just gonna tell you about what

happened to me right around last Christmas.

Those 3 days in New York City.

Listen.

You know those ducks,

the ones in Central Park?

Huh?

The ducks. The ones that swim around

that lake in Central Park. Do you know it?

- You wanna go there?

- No.

Yeah, maybe I will. It's just in the winter

when the lake freezes, where do they go?

What're you saying?

What happens to them, to the ducks?

Where do they go? Where are they now?

You gotta be kidding me, right?

You gotta be, asking me about the ducks!

Alright buddy, so where do you

want me to take you? For real.

Now, I didn't know

it at the time, but...

the whole goddamn place was full of perverts

and morons. It depressed the hell out of me.

It really did.

Nobody in the world knew what was going on in

that room - what was happening to me.

Holden.

It was December and all, and I went

outside and walked a few blocks North.

There was this kind of a crazy

cold day. No sun out. No wind.

Nothing.

I went up to the "Dakota"

This strange building on the

upper west-side of Manhattan.

It was like something

out of the "Wizard of Oz".

The home of the great. The powerful.

I'll bet you guys are

waiting for somebody, huh?

Hey, do you know.... is he home?

I don't know.

He's somewhere in New York City.

My God! I can't believe

I'm standing right here!

You are!

You've gotta understand - I've been a Beatles

fan since I was a kid, and John is...

was, the genius behind them.

- Do you like his new album?

- He has a new album?

- Yeah, silly!

- No wait, I've read about that, it's...

- "Double Fantasy"

- "Double Fantasy"

- It's amazing. It's really real.

- It's flawless, really. Flawless.

I know. I came all the way from

Hawaii just to get his autograph.

You should buy it. You should

buy it and ask John to sign it.

Yeah, sure. I will.

He'll love it.

- Hey, Jude, um... we were going, right?

- Yeah...

Yeah.

Yeah.

I'm sorry, I'm Mark.

Mark Chapman.

I'm here to meet John Lennon.

After awhile I left and walked over towards

Broadway. I wanted to buy the new John Lennon album.

It wasn't cheap, that's for sure.

But I didn't give a damn. I get so happy when I

think about that record - even now.

I used to love the Beatles.

I still love the Beatles.

I swear to God,

I really do.

Sometimes I felt like the Beatles'

music was made just for me.

Hey!

Alright, you got it!

See that? Right there, where

they're standing. Look familiar?

- Oh my God.

- Yeah.

That's here!

That's here!

That's right over there!

He stood right here!

Look, if Yoko was over here.

Pretty neat, huh?

You guys are pathetic.

We were gonna go see the

movie... a movie, later. Hello?

- Do you wanna come?

- What?

We were gonna go see a movie

later. Do you want to come?

No, no. I hate the movies.

They're phoney. So goddamn phoney. Look at the

actors - always clutching their foreheads

breathing deep. They know they're acting, how

good they are, and goddammit they're gonna show you.

No, I can't stand it.

It drives me insane.

Drives me absolutely insane,

if you wanna know the truth.

OK.

I know. I can take you gals

to dinner. I mean, if you want?

You like Japanese food?

I've been to Japan.

- I've been all over the world.

- OK.

Great, it's settled then. I'll take you

gals to dinner at a Japanese food restaurant.

My treat.

- Alright.

- Bye-bye.

Don't forget.

I waited, and I waited,

for what felt like forever.

But nothing happened. No-one came.

I thought about waiting for that girl, the

fan. But I knew she wouldn't come back.

No-one ever does anything

they say they will.

And it was so cold. It was scary.

I felt like I was disappearing

every time I crossed the street.

I'm too vulnerable for a world full

of pain and lies and phoniness.

There were these 2 obvious

homosexuals in the room next door,

and they were loud,

and drunk and laughing,

like whatever they were doing was the

funniest goddamn thing in the world.

I swear to God, I was the only

normal bastard in that lousy dump.

Help me, Devil.

Kill them. Go over there and shoot them.

...Don't!

Sleep tight, you bastards!

You stole my f***ing

virginity. Do you understand?

I wouldn't f*** you with a dog's

dick! Not with a dog's dick!

You ugly b*tch! You c*nt! I

can't take this sh*t any more.

- Taxi! - No, I will not. Understand me?

I will not f*** you with a dog's dick.

Take me some place nice. A nice hotel.

Not too expensive or

anything. Just nice.

No problem.

Hey, do you wanna stop and have

a drink with me or something?

- I got plenty of money. I'll buy.

- No. No drinking tonight.

- You like rock 'n roll?

- Yeah.

- Do you like Beatles' music?

- Yeah.

Well, I have to tell you something.

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