Multiple Maniacs Page #2

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I'm sick. I'm tired of this show.

We just ought to pick them up

and shoot them.

F*** all this Cavalcade

of Perversion sh*t.

Just pick 'em off the street,

tie 'em up and kill 'em.

We could move a lot faster that way,

three or four loads a day.

I could get rid of all these tent rentals

and all the other people in the show

and it could all be mine

to do as I please.

I told you to get out

of here, I told you!

Mr. David. I have to see you again.

- I want to perform acts with you, now!

- You know that's impossible.

Oh, please, please.

God, goddammit.

Listen, we'll meet later at Pete's bar

on Broadway.

You know where it is.

Around two o'clock.

Yes, I'm going right there

right now and wait.

If I have to wait for a hundred hours,

I won't budge until I see your face.

- Just get the f*** out of here!

- Mr. David!

I'm only trying to protect you.

She's getting worse.

Every minute she's alive

she gets worse and worse.

I would risk anything

to be with you again.

Leave. Go to Pete's. I'll be there

as soon as I can get away.

Hurry, Mr. David. 'Cos I want

to perform acts with you

more than anything else

in this whole wide world

and it makes me sad you are

so upset because of that Lady Divine.

She's not a very

friendly person.

But I've got to admit she

sure is beautiful and glamourous.

But I bet she couldn't do some of

the little things we can do.

You'll feel better

when we get back to the house.

Where's David?

- Where have you been?

- Takin' a piss. Do you mind?

Yes I mind because

I know you're part of it.

- Part of what?

- Trying to purposely get on my nerves.

I know that!

Purposely trying to annoy me.

But I'm not going to

put up with it.

Do you think just because

I've known you for 6 years

that I won't suspect that you're

tryin' to get on my nerves?

It's you that's getting on my nerves.

The whole show is.

We can't do this anymore.

What, are you chicken?

Is that it? Lost your nerve?

I got better sense.

You're not man enough to stay

around with me, baby.

- I'm not fool enough.

- Ah, well, then. Get lost!

I just can't stand it.

If you don't control yourself better,

you're not going to make it.

It's bad enough doing

these things week after week

but you're just making it worse for

yourself and making everybody else nervous.

I wish somebody'd stop and

think about me once in a while.

If it wasn't for me,

you'd still be back in Boston

doing poodle-nappings

from those old b*tches

and if it wasn't for me,

all the other people in this show

would be out on the streets

snatching purses and committing sex crimes.

And if it wasn't for me,

you'd be in jail.

- Do you want a tranquilizer?

- I don't need any tranquilizers.

As far as the police are concerned,

you're the one who's going to end up in jail

because killing people isn't too bright

when we're doing this kind of thing.

I should have killed them all.

I wish I could go back there and...

Do you think that makes me afraid

of you?

Do you think that makes me listen

to your ranting and raving?

Let me make one thing clear.

If you can't control yourself better,

the jig's up and the show's over.

- The police aren't stupid.

- Sh*t! Aren't stupid?

They know we're not stopping. They know

the last 3 shows something happened.

You're wanted for murder now,

and they usually catch murderers.

Oh, and how about you, Mr. Angel?

How about your being an accomplice?

And how about Sharon Tate?

How about that?

I told you never to mention that again!

I don't remember anything about that.

I won't have you mentioning it.

I just wanted you to know

I haven't forgotten.

- Had a real ball that night, didn't you?

- Stop it!

- Yessiree, a regular little orgy.

- You were there.

- I didn't do what you did.

- SHUT UP!

- P-I-G.

- STOP IT!

You're the one who's going to jail.

If I go to jail, it'll be for other things

and I might start remembering.

That's why I'm holding you

responsible for what happens to me.

If I start remembering, I might have

to crack that Tate case for them.

- What have I got to lose?

- That isn't even funny.

- Didn't mean to be funny.

- Who's Sharon Tate?

It doesn't matter, darling.

Go fix yourself a sandwich.

Is there any bologna in there?

Yes, and some cheese. Just go ahead

and fix yourself a sandwich.

Cookie? Is that my little

Cookie darling?

- Why isn't she in school?

- 'Cos I told her to quit and she did.

Is that your idea of a good time,

destroying your own daughter?

Oh, yes, officer, yes.

I have a confession to make.

It's about my boyfriend, Mr. David.

He's sick, very, very sick.

And he's done something

very, very bad. Please, help him.

He did something to the most

beautiful girl in Hollywood.

Cookie! Cookie!

Hey, ma. I was so worried about you.

You've been gone so long.

I'm glad you got back safely.

Ma, this is Steve, he's a Weatherman.

I met him in D.C., during the riots.

Steve, this is my mother, Miss Divine.

She's gonna be stayin' here

while she's in town.

- Hi.

- Hello, Steve.

How'd it go today?

Did you get me anything?

- Yes. Some jewelry and a couple bucks.

- I love jewelry.

Had I known you were entertaining,

I would have brought something for Steve.

A Weatherman? You must be

a very brave young man.

It takes a lot of courage and nerve

to do the wonderful things you do.

My little Cookie has

excellent taste.

Cookie filled me in on your show.

Sounds great.

- Did you get any pigs today?

- Yeah, honey. A few.

- Wish I'd gotten some.

Don't be silly. You don't have

time for show business.

It's more important that you're out

there, protecting me and my people.

It's comforting to know the Weatherman

is out there doing his job.

I wish I could be that political but I'm

so involved with the show

but I guess that's doing

my part.

Where are Mr. David

and Ricky?

Cookie, I've been wanting to talk

to you about Mr. David.

He's downstairs.

He's been getting on my nerves lately.

Purposely trying to rile me.

And encouraging insubordination

among the other actors.

- Kick him out then.

- Kill his ass.

But then I won't have a boyfriend.

You can find another one, it's easy.

I mean, like Steve here.

We just kind of ran into each other.

It was weird. This tear gas had gone off

and this other guy was after this pork

we were chasing and Cookie came over

with some vaseline for our faces.

Then we ran down to this clump of bushes

next to the Justice Department.

The smell of gasoline

was all over the place.

We wore handkerchiefs

over our mouths.

-Then we just lay there and made love.

-And f***ed.

It was really strange.

We were blinded from the tear gas.

All the pigs were running,

people were yelling.

We were f***ed up from inhaling

all this Freon sh*t.

I didn't even know

we were in Washington.

Then we went down to this big bank

and busted all these windows

and lit some fires and then

we hitch-hiked home.

I've got some good dope.

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