CBGB Page #6

Yeah.

I don't need anyone

Don't need no Mom and Dad

- Come on, Genya. They're charming.

- Hilly, they're punk and they're charming?

I got some news for you

I want you to produce them.

I think they're special.

I got my time machine

Got my electronic dream

Sonic reducer Ain't no loser

I've been waiting for you in the office.

In a minute, Lisa.

People out on the streets

They don't know who I am

I watch them from my room

- Mrs. Kristal!

- Oh. Merv.

- So good to see you.

- Mother.

- Oh.

- Welcome to CBGB's.

Hillel.

Listen. I need a drink.

On the house.

Glenlivet with a twist.

- Coming right up.

- Okay.

- We don't have any Glenlivet.

- We'll take care of it. Go talk to Lisa.

Come this way. Mrs. Kristal, I have

a special spot for you right up here.

Excuse me. Watch your backs.

This is what you're spending.

This is what you're making.

- I have to get back out there.

- Give her a minute, Hilly.

You're spending too much.

You cannot afford to

personally take on a band.

- I agree with Lisa on this.

- Uh...

This is about the Dead Boys.

Yeah. Before we branch out, we need

to get our primary business in order.

We need to put proper

vendor agreements in place.

We need to have billing cycles.

Look here. Okay?

This is what you're

spending on toilet paper.

I don't believe that.

You're getting it from

the deli. A lot of it.

If you buy it in bulk, you can

get it for a fraction of the price.

This is what you're spending on beer.

This is what you are bringing

in on the bar in general.

Too many customers

are drinking for free.

- This is bullshit.

- Hilly, cut it out.

What are we talking about toilet paper?

I have Genya Ravan out there, ready

to produce the Dead Boys album.

You're wasting my time.

- Fine.

- Goddamn it, Hilly.

This is quite good.

- Hilly's chili,

huh? - Mm-hmm.

Word is Stiv Bators

jerks off in that chili.

I've had worse in my mouth.

Everything okay, Mother?

Delicious.

What are you doin'?

Trying to light a cigarette.

You shouldn't smoke.

'Cause it'll kill you.

I don't smoke.

You know, your old man...

He's really not such a bad guy.

You obviously don't know him very well.

Oh, God. Zip, Idaho, please!

Excuse me.

Sometimes you hurt the

ones you love the most.

What fortune cookie

did you read that in?

Nah.

I got it from a poster in the subway.

Across from this bench I kinda like.

I prefer Rachmaninoff, Hillel.

Yeah, I prefer that Beethoven myself.

That punk rock sh*t gives me a headache.

No sh*t.

Mom was right to leave

you. You're an a**hole.

- Lisa.

- What?

In my capacity as a**hole...

I am promoting you to vice

president of business affairs.

Is that supposed to be

some kind of apology?

The Dead Boys are gonna

change things for me, Lisa.

I am gonna get them a record

deal, and they are gonna be big.

I'm so sick of TV

You know, I'm gettin'

bored of the tubes

And I'm so sick of romance

I used to chase you, Lisa.

... Sick of you

I wanna get on out of here

I've had it, Hilly. I

can't take it anymore.

Please end this sh*t. Your

dog is crapping everywhere.

It's disgusting. This is not a kennel.

Either Jonathan goes, or I go.

Taxi, you don't like it...

you don't have to work here.

I'm gonna play my stereo too

Just one good eye

on the streetlights

Just like nothing to do

Yeah, get on out of here

I'm so...

Yeah, get on out of here

I've just got nothin' to do

So is that your real hair color,

or you just dye it that way?

- Who wants to know?

- Me.

It's real.

So, now you know.

Yeah. We're good.

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So, they vomit...

they drop trou, they slash

themselves, they bleed...

they hang themselves,

and that's just on stage.

I think their on-stage antics

are evidence of commitment.

Hilly, I don't want to produce a sh*t

album for a flash-in-the-pan band.

Fine. I'll find somebody else.

- We're gonna need money.

- Yup.

And we're gonna need to

take 'em out on the road.

Yup.

Cheetah doesn't trust me.

Cheetah takes too many drugs.

Sarah's interested in signing you if

we can show the band is reliable...

and people will pay to see you.

We are the definition of "reliable. "

What'd I miss?

Let's make a demo...

and get out on the road.

Hilly, how much money is this?

We are gonna rock and shock.

Don't screw this up.

Scout's honor.

Yeah.

I heard she f***ed

Bowie at... at CB's...

in the bathroom.

F*** in the bathroom at

CB's? That's not sanitary.

What the f*** is that?

What?

Get rid of those f***in' things.

They're just stickers.

Hilly, your manager... Hey!

Hilly, your manager, the guy who is

footing the bill for all of this...

he's Jewish.

Me, your producer, I'm Jewish.

And the guy who owns this

studio, who is doing us a favor...

by letting us record at

these ridiculous prices...

he's got numbers tattooed on his arm.

Do you know what that means?

Not really.

Auschwitz.

Hitler. Nazis.

Now get rid of the f***ing swastikas.

Okay. F***in' lighten

up. We'll get rid of 'em.

Look, you guys, you're not Nazis, okay?

You're punks, and anything bad,

anything wrong, you wanna do it.

I get it.

Now let's go have a bagel.

- What's a bagel?

- What's... What's a bagel?

What part of Cleveland are

you from? Cleveland, Germany?

What is punk rock?

Well, call it street music.

Look...

all I care about is originality.

These kids have something to say.

We really... should listen.

We're the Dead Boys.

I don't want you to hang around

Yeah, I don't need

you to drag me down

Well, I

I don't really wanna dance

Hello, Poughkeepsie.

... In your pants

What's up, Cleveland?

- F*** you, New Haven.

- F*** off, Boston.

Suck my balls, Bridgeport.

You know I'll

prick you in the end

Don't look at me that way, b*tch

Your face is gonna get a...

Hello, White Plains.

Don't need no cook, girl

I need lunch

Now listen to me, baby

We're the Dead Boys.

I swallowed my gum.

What the hell...

I mean...

What the hell...

Do you want a record deal?

Said sorry, you know.

Go!

Go!

I found out the hard way

There wasn't nothin'

that you wouldn't do

- Everybody says

- Have a nice day.

That you better watch out

They say watch out, uh

Watch out for...

May I help you?

Why would you save...

for your dreams?

Why not live your dreams?

Absolutely.

Hilly Kristal.

How much do I have in my account?

I found out the hard way

$312.17.

Keep the 17 cents.

I'll take the rest.

What are you doing, Hilly?

- Are you following me?

- Me? Follow you now?

Why would I follow you?

Yes, I'm following you.

- What are you doing?

- Investing.

In what? Treasury bills?

I'm taking the money out

of the CBGB account...

to float the Dead

Boys' development fund.

That's the stupidest thing

I've ever heard. You can't.

- You watch me.

- We got bills to pay.

You have no vision, Merv.

- Well, I quit!

- I'll call you later.

- I won't answer.

- Oh, yes, you will.

No, I won't.

Went to a pawn shop.

Sold everything.

My father's watch.

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