The Panic in Needle Park Page #4

All right, forget when.

(RECEIVER HANGS UP)

- You eaten yet?

HELEN:
No.

Gonna hit the spot.

Hey, Bobby, give me a soda, would you?

MAN:
Eeeeyahhhh!

Here, Mr. Chico.

- All right!

- Enjoy life.

Uh-huh.

Try to. Light my fire.

Ooh.

CHICO:
Cookin'. Now I'm cookin'.

- Cook that some more.

CHICO:
Yeah. I got...

That's my girl in there.

WOMAN:
It's a real panic, man.

It's worse than '68.

The dealers have all gone down to Florida

and they're driving the prices up.

CHICO:
It's worse than '64 even.

I seen guys kicking their habit

in the streets,

...puking in the alleyway.

SAMMY:
It's an election year. That's why there's no sh*t.

- What election?

- I don't know, man. Some election.

WOMAN:
Next time you boost clothes, I want a size six.

HELEN:
I don't like to wake up alone.

I don't want you to.

But it happens sometimes,

you know.

Believe I'm gonna do it.

SAMMY:
'Cause this panic's something else, man. It's-It's something else.

This guy was telling me that they burned...

(WOMAN LAUGHS)

10 tons of raw heroin in Turkey.

HELEN:
If I went away somewhere, would you come with me?

BOBBY:
Where?

HELEN:
I don't know.

Yeah, do it, baby. Do it. Yeah.

HELEN:
Somewhere.

All right, getting...

getting it in.

BOBBY:
Yeah. We can go to Fort Wayne, Indiana.

No, I could get a job

selling encyclopedias.

I want to make a good impression

on your folks, right?

WHISPERS:
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

WOMAN:
Yeah, the politicians are putting the heat on.

SAMMY:
Politicians.

And that's why we gotta pay $7.00

for a $3.00 bag.

Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm.

MAN:
Joe says it'll break tomorrow.

Tomorrow, man.

Well, if it don't float now,

I tell you, man.

Mm-hmm.

( rapid, shallow breathing )

( grunts )

( exhaling )

BOBBY:
You're not going anyplace without me.

HELEN:
Mmm.

BOBBY:
Okay?

( laughing, chattering )

You know what you are?

What am I?

You're my girl.

Right?

- Hey.

- What?

You wanna be Miss Subways?

Oh, yes.

- Yes?

- Yes.

I know a guy who could get you in.

You don't have to ball him or anything.

WOMAN:
Think I could get something at the hospital?

CHICO:
Sure. You can get busted.

SONNY:
Can't get nothing nowhere.

BOBBY:
Hey, there's Hotch.

Two weeks ago

it was coming in like the morning milk.

I know someone who shot

paregoric and shoe polish.

- What?

- It's a high.

Hey, good night, Irene.

- Hey, baby.

- What's happening?

- Hey, baby. You holding anything?

- Sh*t.

They have more stuff in the house

of detention than they do out here.

- What kind of stuff?

- Smack, man.

- All the butches be pushing.

- Looking pretty butch yourself.

Yeah, well, when you in the house,

you play along.

Smack with a bombita.

That's good.

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