Barfly Page #4

- Got a couple of places in mind.

Don't you have a match?

- Hey buddy?

- Huh?

You've got a light?

Well, indeed, I do have light.

- Thank you very much, sir.

- The pleasure is more than mine sir.

And my lady.

See. The angels are everywhere.

It's time those f***ers came out of hiding.

- Do you have busfare?

- Yeah, wish me luck.

Ey, good luck.

- Mr. Chi..?

- Blake, Will Blake.

You're Henry Chinaski.

- I tried your dorm....

- Hey, what da f*** is goin' on out there?!!

You weren't ? ?

I decided to wait a bit.

All right, I am Chinaski, but I don't own any money, so if

you're from the collection agency, you can forget about it.

No, I'm Tally Sarenson.

We've met each other in that bar.

Come on, please!

Can I come in for a moment?

Well, uuuh.

Look, I'm not gonna consume you.

All right.

Go ahead.

I feel entirely foolish.

But how come?

Just, just walking in here.

Hmmm, would you care for a beer?

- Thank you.

- Ok.

I'm one of the main producers of the

contemporary review of art and literature.

Oh, producer?

I own a magazine.

- So?

So, we have discovered you.

Oh, I had an idea, that I'd be

discovered after my death.

You look well on way. You might be our deadline.

Hey, what's with this deadline, huh?

Don't you remember?

You've sent us dozens of stories.

You can't doubt it ? ?

I don't think so.

- Why did you send your stuff to us?

- Well, I like the title of the mag.

Why don't you stop drinking?

Anybody can be a drunk.

Anybody can be a nondrunk.

It takes a special talent to be a drunk.

It takes endurance. Endurance is more

important than truth.

Anyhow, you've had some luck.

We've decided to accept your last story.

And we pay upon acceptance.

You've changed you're address

quite a bit, don't you?

I had to hire a private detective to find you.

Oooh, the guy in the hat, right?

Hey, hahaha.

Oh, hey, wait. I can't cash this

f***ing thing.

Ok, whore, this is it. I can't stand it another minute.

You're like a leech sucking off my mind.

Be aware of me. This is it, for help

me Christ, I'm gonna finish you off now.

Please no.

You wait here, I'll be back.

Loui, Noo, Noo, Nooo! Ahhhhh.

Hey, man, you've got a search warrant?

You owe me for a lock and a door.

Hey, I don't like the way you're handling your woman.

? Are you a poli? ? Where you're from anyhow?

Don't ya know, she likes it?

F***ing, right!

You've get your ass out of here, buster.

We don't need no f***ing clearance to

play around here! And move out!

Ehhe, it's love you see?

Anything else bothering you?

Yeah.

I don't like you.

That's just the nature of the

way things work. I don't like you.

You don't like me.

Wait. Hey, man, watch this one!

Ok, let's go killer.

Nothing but damn luck, motherf***er.

Yeah, but that counts too.

Hello, hello I need an ambulance. Royal apartments,

334 Westlake place, South.

It's apartment 308. And hurry up.

A man is dying.

No I tell ya it's for real this time.

There a guy on the floor, gutted.

Ok, hurry.

Hey, baby, we've got to get out of here.

I tell you it was an accident,

that sucker tried to kill me.

It was like God intervened.

- What happened?

- Wasn't my fault, he fell on his knife.

Shouldn't we tell the police?

I don't want to make a new discovery in jail;

Hey, they've got the wrong kind of bars in those places.

Give me the cheque,

I'll go in and get it cashed for ya.

Hey, what's up?

Hey, baby.

Hmm, you know, for 75$, I'll suck you till

your a**hole rumbles like a volcano.

- Oh, I can alway tell a class lady when I see one.

- F*ggot!

Five hundred dollars.

Oh, thanks much, really. There've been many

angels around here lately.

Which way, my dear angel?

- B*tch!

B*tch you're f***in' with a f*ggot!

What you've gonna do with him, when you get home?

What was all that about?

This ? ?. She doesn't know a damn thing about me.

- But I know something about you.

- Really?

You've been jailed twelve times.

You like Mahler and Mozart, ? ?.

You hate movies. You like avocados and Schopenheimer.

Sound's like your man did his homework, baby.

When I read your stories, I had to find out.

They made me feel.

And they made me curious, very curious.

You've been really right. Why do you live like a bum?

I am a bum. What do you want me to do? You want me

to write about the sufferings of the upper classes?

This is maybe news to you, but they suffer too.

Heey. Hey, baby.

Nobody suffers like the poor.

Little worried about that guy,

who've got knifed.

Think he got it in the side.

If he'd get in the stomach, that's bad.

F*** you!

Maybe, they're in love.

Aah, you call that love? I call it

unoriginal exhibition.

Maybe, it's only that you want to be

that one who's kissing her.

Maybe. I don't put it down on parade.

Why can't you be more romantic?

Think of love as being, say on a rollercoaster.

Look at these vain idiots. What they

really need is a little dent.

That's the way they like it.

- Are you crazy?

- Yes.

Stop it!

That whole thinh was dumb, childish, the desperate

act of a spoiled a**hole.

So you hired a dick to find an a**hole.

Take the left to this black gate with no one out.

Hey, open sesamy.

What do you want to be, when you grow up.

Hey Talia, I'm not pretending to be anything.

That's the point.

I'm glad this' the point.

That's the guesthouse.

- Do you need a drink?

- Yeah, like a spider needs a fly.

I'll get the drinks.

- You're the bartender.

- Ok.

How does it feel to be on the other end?

Oh, either way is greatest,

when the bottle pours.

It seems to be a limited world.

Is there anything else to it?

No, it's a selfsufficient illusion.

One of my editors left those here.

You know. In the guesthouse

you could write in peace.

Hey, tell me baby, nobody who could write

worth a damn could ever write in peace.

I take it, you don't care for my world.

Baby, look around it's a cage with golden bars.

You better go now.

I'm sorry for all of this,

I'm not used to drink.

Hey, Tally.

- I'd better sleep now.

- Where's the bedroom?

There you go.

I can't sleep with my clothes on.

Hey, wait a moment.

Tally. Tally, baby.

- Hey, Tally baby.

- What is it?

I've gotta go.

What is it?

What went wrong?

Look, baby. I belong on the streets.

I don't feel right here.

- I feel like I can't breath.

- You're just not used to easiness. You can grow into it.

Hey, baby. Grow's for plants.

I hate roots.

You had all this feeling in your stories.

I thought maybe it came from you.

- I'm sorry, I've gotta go.

- No I'm not gonna cry.

You fooled me, that's all, it's been done before.

- Hey, Tally. I didn't mean to do anything ugly.

- Get out.

Hey, Wanda.

Wanda. Hey, Wanda.

- Where the hell have you been?

- Fetch you a little drink.

Where've you been?

I smell it. Parfume.

Get away from me, you pig!

Hey, you're crazy.

Look, what I've found.

That's frightening.

- What have you done? Did you kill somebody?

- Yeah.

That's for you, before the angel

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