Sweet And Lowdown Page #4

she's not all there in the head.

Well, that's great.

A man like me, got ideas.

Try to have

a good time today, huh?

You girls wanna

go for a walk on the pier?

You hungry?

Is that a yes or a no?

Yeah, me too.

What? Huh?

I can't read that. It's like a Chinaman.

What do you want?

Do you know how to write?

Did you go to school?

What is that?

Is that a yes or a no?

You're a hard-luck case.

You an orphan?

You don't know?

Oh, this is great.

This is great.

I get a goddamn mute

orphan half-wit.

I get all the winners. Were you

always like this, born like this?

Or did somebody drop you

on your head, or what?

Gracie's hungry.

Let's go get some clams or somethin'.

Can we switch for a while?

No. What's the matter with you?

I was amazing the second

I picked up the instrument.

It's just in me someplace,

like a gift of God.

They said I'd have been great,

whatever instrument I chose.

But on guitar,

nobody can touch me.

Except this gypsy in France.

But mostly, I'm untouchable.

They want me to record.

They do, but I don't know.

Once you record,

everybody can copy your stuff.

They steal your ideas.

Why do I wanna make something beautiful

just to have some jerk copy it?

You wanna come hear

the show sometime? My guest?

- Both of you.

- Yeah.

You'd appreciate it. You would.

You'll see.

I possess a great talent.

You might be mute,

but you're not deaf, right?

And you don't have to be bright.

Music's for everybody.

The smart or the dumb.

- How'd you lose your voice?

- She don't know.

It was somethin' when she

was a kid, like a high fever.

She doesn't remember.

- Is she...

- Yeah, but she's a good laundress.

I've shot guys.

That's right.

Well, I had to.

You know, it was them or me.

I could tell you stories.

What do you say we go

to the dump, shoot some rats?

What?

Yeah, it'll be a ball.

Emmet, please.

Not now, huh?

Well, it's my car, and I say we're

stoppin' at the dump for ten minutes.

- Uh, squeeze.

- You call this fun?

Don't jerk. Just squeeze.

Line it up to your sights.

He's gonna get away.

Line it up in the sights.

- Come on! It's cold!

- In a minute.

- Just do what I'm tellin' you to do!

- Leave her alone already!

There's nothin' to it.

Did you see that?

I got him!

- You call this civil?

- What are you doin'?

- No more cheese for this little fella.

- No, don't pick it up.

These guys are diseased.

You gotta put it down.

Did you know that rats

attack poor kids in their cribs?

- I thought you'd enjoy this.

- Are you crazy?

So, what do you think?

- You wanna come up to my room...

- Do you think we could go out...

- hear me play my guitar?

- Alone sometime?

Good. Come on.

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