Multiple Maniacs Page #3

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No, not in front of Ricky.

You'd only upset him.

Here, have one of these

for your nerves.

Oh, thank you.

Pete's...

Yes, there's a blonde in here.

Hey, blondie!

Telephone call.

For me?

Oh, thank you!

Hello, this is Mr. David.

Listen, I'll be there as soon as I can.

It's very difficult to get

away from here now.

Just wait there.

I've got to talk to you. It's important.

Oh yes, I'll wait til you get here.

Oh, yes, yes. This is a nice club.

Everyone in here is

treating me so nice...

But I miss you.

Please hurry.

Don't talk to anybody.

I'll be there soon.

You know, Cookie.

Mr. David doesn't really like you.

Oh, I don't like him

much either.

Ever since we've been going together

he uses you to throw up in my face.

He says I'm f***in' you up.

Well, I'm glad you did!

That fart! I couldn't be happier!

I have a wonderful apartment,

a beautiful mother, and a great boyfriend.

Dealing's been good lately too.

-You still dealing grass, honey?

Here, hook Mom up.

Yeah, grass and speed

when I got it.

I almost made two hundred dollars

last week, and it was a down week.

And that beats working,

that's for damn sure.

Ain't it?

Would you care for

anything else, honey?

No... No, thank you.

You can't just sit here

with nothing to drink.

-A Coke then. A Coke will be fine.

-A Coke it is.

-Mr. David!

-Let's go to this back table.

This is a lovely club.

-It all depends on your mood.

-Aren't you in a good mood?

A shaky one. You have no idea

what it's been like with her lately.

She's gone completely

out of control.

Why was Lady Divine

so mean to me today?

You don't amuse her,

that's all.

Why did you tell me

to come, then?

I thought she might

fall for it.

But I don't have

an act for the show.

We could have fixed it up.

I think I'm going

to leave Lady Divine.

Oh, Mr. David.

How wonderful.

She'd kill me on the spot

if she knew, or have me arrested.

What could she have you

arrested for?

There's hardly a law

I haven't violated.

Why can't we just go to

California or Mexico?

She'd never find us there

and then we could have each other.

We wouldn't even get

one hundred miles out of town

before she'd have

the police out.

I don't care where we go!

Let's just get a room upstairs

so we can perform acts!

I feel lonely without you and miss you

and you just talk about Lady Divine.

I hate her!

Let's kill her!

Quiet! Keep your voice down.

These place is crawling with spies.

Miss Cookie Divine's number, please.

No, I don't have her address.

Yes, Yes... 235-2354.

Thank you very much.

I'll get it!

Hello...

Speaking...

This is Edith from down Pete's.

I don't want to cause you no trouble

but I thought you would like to know

that your old man is down here

with another broad.

A blond?

Thank you very much!

That bastard! I'll get him

this time if it's the last thing I do!

What's wrong, Mom?

-Mother's going out for a while!

-Tell me, Mom. What's the matter?

-That bastard!

-Mr. David?

-Yes!

Don't worry about a thing, Mom.

Just change the locks.

I'm afraid it's not that

simple, Cookie.

I'll come back later.

I was in agony.

I've been raped before,

but never in such an

unnatural and brutal way.

Only because of David's arrogance

could those two guttersnipes

think they could get away

with something like this.

And then to my

horror and amazement

the Infant of Prague

appeared before me!

His angelic gaze hypnotized me.

I was dumbstruck!

How had he gotten to Bond Street?

How did he know I need him

at this very moment?

Had God sent him to me

as some sort of sign?

This could only prove that my

suspicions of Mr. David betrayal

were not unfounded, and

that my decision to murder him

had been approved

in the heavens above.

I took his outstretched hand

and let him lead me.

I literally put my future

into this little saint's hands.

He kept mumbling:

"The more you honor me,

the more I bless you".

I didn't know what to do!

It was the first time in my life

that providence had helped me

to carry out my plans.

He led me for, it seemed, blocks.

I could not speak;

my head was spinning.

I could not believe this had

actually happened to me.

It was almost as if my guardian

angel had revealed himself to me

after so many years

of uncertainty...

He led me to a church.

St. Cecilia, I later found out,

as if he meant me to go in.

"For what?" I wondered.

To pray? To mumble a few words

of thanks for his help?

To examine my conscience?

Only now do I realize

this great saint

had led me to a church

that was to change my life

from the moment I stepped into

its hallowed halls.

I went in, not knowing what to expect,

and paused to light a candle.

Oh, Jesus! Oh, Mary!

Oh, St Joseph! Oh, Moses!

Thank you for sending

a divine messenger

in my time of physical

and spiritual trouble.

Before the Infant appeared to me

I felt what you could even call remorse

for the fact that Mr. David's

time was obviously up.

But now, thanks to your guidance,

I realize that one should always follow

their own conscience regarding utmost

personal matters such as these...

I took a seat in the back of the church

and tried for the first time to make

some sort of spiritual contact

with my maker.

This great story moved me

to such lengths

That I tried to reflect on my

own life

and its religious

connotations.

Oh, St Matthew! Oh St Jude!

Oh St Cecilia!

I honor you with all my heart

and soul, but at the same time

I find it hard to bow down my head

to you in prayer.

My conscience is so immaculately clean

that I fear I nitpick

in trying to search my soul for any

immoral acts I may have committed.

I can only feel a sort of

comradeship to all of you.

I mean, yes, I realize you have lived

entirely chaste lives

But I myself have done

practically the same thing

since the days of my

First Holy Communion.

I realize that some more

uneducated members of the clergy

would be quick to point out

that I have murdered, robbed

and whored myself daily

but they fail to realize

the clear conscience

I have done it all with.

Even as I leave this church,

I plan to murder the man

who has been closest to me.

It was about this time I realized

my thoughts were not

entirely on my own.

Even as the picture of Christ's great

miracle dawned on me,

I felt it being sucked out by some

unknown presence in this church.

I dared not turn around

to confront this personality

that was robbing me

of my pious thoughts

and forcing me back into my

everyday search for self-gratification

at whatever cost possible.

I tried to bury my mind in prayer.

She coughed, as if

to attract my attention,

and gave me a lewdy

religious glare.

I realized that I had not discouraged

her one bit but continued to pray.

It was then that I realized that my

thoughts were being picked up

by the lady behind me.

Her presence was everywhere!

Again, I tried to rid my mind

with prayer...

Jesus tried to

wake the apostles,

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