Times Square (1980) - full transcript
Two girls run away from a mental institution and forge a relationship on the streets of New York City. They soon begin enjoying their punk-rock life until the powers that be start nosing around, looking for them, unsettling their already delicate mental states. Will the Sleez Sisters be torn apart? Or will they tear themselves apart?
♪ Nothings last forever ♪
♪ Of that I'm sure ♪
♪ Now you've made an offer ♪
♪ I'll take some more ♪
♪ Your loving baby ♪
♪ Oh so mean ♪
♪ Will I still survive ♪
♪ The same old scene ♪
♪ In our lighter moments ♪
♪ Precious few ♪
♪ It's all that heavy weather ♪
♪ We're going through ♪
♪ When I turn the corner ♪
♪ I can't believe ♪
♪ It's still the same old movie ♪
♪ That's haunting me ♪
♪ Your loving baby ♪
♪ So extreme ♪
♪ Maybe we should try ♪
♪ The same old scene ♪
♪ In our lighter moments ♪
♪ Precious few ♪
♪ It's all that heavy weather ♪
♪ We're going through ♪
♪ When I turn the corner ♪
♪ I can't believe ♪
♪ It's still the same old movie ♪
♪ That's haunting me ♪
♪ Your loving baby ♪
♪ Oh so mean ♪
♪ Trying to revive ♪
♪ The same old scene ♪
♪ Your loving baby ♪
♪ It's always mean ♪
♪ Maybe we should try ♪
♪ The same old scene ♪
You know, we can hear you in there?
So?
Not only that, but
you're playing's shit.
Oh, I'm playing shit, huh?
Yeah.
Plus that's the owner's
car you got your thing on.
It's the boss's car?
- Yeah.
- Yeah?
Honey I'd split before he comes out here
and beats your ass.
It's the boss's car?
That's the boss's car.
I'm playing shit, huh?
And you're playing shit.
How's this sound to you?
Huh, you like the sound of that?
How's this sound?
He was a young man at Yale
law school when I was there.
He's still a young man,
but an old friend of new York's
with a long list of crusades,
including the west side
daycare cooperatives,
the best pocket park programs,
and as most of you know
the museum on wheels.
We're here to sign up on his new mission
to renew New York's finest
and most famous landmark,
to turn the lights back on
along the great white way.
So here's the man behind the
Times Square renaissance,
David Pearl.
Thank you.
Thank you, Charles.
The question we want
to ask ourselves today,
especially those of us
with children, is this.
Do we want to live in an X-rated city?
Last week, my daughter
Pamela asked to go see
One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest.
She's 13, she's here
with me this afternoon.
Isn't she pretty?
Now, I've seen the movie.
It's a good picture.
I don't care if she has to
lie about her age to get in.
After all, I'm a liberal.
But when she told me where
the damn thing was playing,
42nd street and seventh avenue,
I had to put my foot down.
Well, I don't mind telling you,
we had a little fight.
And she of course began to argue with me,
"But oh daddy, daddy, the
film is only rated R."
It's not true.
"Well, that may be so." I said.
- It's not true.
- But that street outside
is rated X.
It's not true, you're lying!
Well, I guess she's still mad at me.
I guess my daughter
doesn't like the west side,
knowing that her father still
exerts some control over it.
What about my axe, man?
You can't just leave my stuff here.
All right honey, come on.
Just get in the car.
That's my private property!
You can't leave my stuff
on the street like that!
Don't worry about it.
Your friends will take care of it.
Now get in there.
- Who'll take care of it?
Fucking nobody, that stuff comes with me.
Would you get in the car?
What is this?
That's bullshit.
It's bullshit.
Bullshit that's bullshit.
I got a fucking condition, man.
I could go any second.
I'll fucking sue you!
- Condition, Ma, come on.
- Let's go.
- I'll fucking sue the whole city!
- Hey I know my rights.
- You got it?
I'm a human being,
that's my fucking music, man!
- That one, got it?
Shut your condition and go, will you?
Goddamit!
Look out.
There are 8 million
stories in the big city.
People say I have a bird's eye view
perched up here night after night,
looking down into the throbbing, pulsing
main line veins of the city,
looking right down into
the heart of the beast.
Yes, it's Storytime.
This is Johnny LaGuardia.
It's that kind of night
and that kind of feeling.
Okay, we have a story.
It's a story of a young
girl who writes a letter
to a man on the radio.
"Dear Mr. LaGuardia,
do you think it's okay if
I pretend I'm a zombie?
My mother died a long time ago,
but my father is rich
and famous and perfect.
But I can't be like him.
He expects me to be happy,
but I'm clumsy and ugly.
I don't want anyone looking at me.
I can't do anything.
I can't do sports.
I can't dance.
I can't make friends.
I wrote you before,
but only in my journal."
The letter is signed, "A real zombie."
You have something very
special inside you, young lady,
the seed that contains your unique self.
You must learn to nurture that seed.
Maybe you're all alone.
That's a pretty scary place to be.
I know about it.
You may have to jump
off into the darkness.
How desperate they feel,
those moments before you jump.
But sometimes you just gotta do it.
You ought to pull yourself
up by your bootstraps and
you gotta jump.
Yes it's Storytime on WJAD
in the heart of Times Square,
New York, New York.
The city so nice, they named it twice.
♪ It's time she stopped
being your ornament ♪
♪ It's time she put it in
the past for permanent ♪
♪ You can't hold her if
she wants to roam around ♪
♪ Around around around around ♪
♪ You can't hold her dreamin'
keep her gagged and bound ♪
♪ Gagged and bound ♪
♪ Shout it clear for all to hear ♪
♪ You won't shoot this ♪
♪ bird down ♪
- Quit!
♪ Shout it clear for all to hear ♪
And Jack was also very reassuring.
He said for every genuine case of seizure,
he sees a dozen he just chalks up
to some mysterious
teenage stress syndrome.
But of course we want
to be absolutely sure.
Well maybe there's nothing
wrong with me at all, Daddy.
That's perfectly likely.
Now sweetheart I have a one
o'clock at the Ford foundation.
I'll see you later.
You're my best girl.
You make me proud of you.
Hold it.
This would be your room, Pamela.
And you have a roommate, Nicky Marotta.
Miss Marotta?
I want to introduce Pamela
to you, your new roommate.
It's a young lady who's
in for the same test
that you are.
Nicky, I have someone for you to meet.
Nicky, can you hear me?
Nicky?
Nicky, you know there's
no smoking in here.
Just put the cigarette
away, please, will you?
Nicky Marotta, I'd like
you to meet Pamela Pearl.
Sure you're going to be great friends.
♪ I wanna be sedated ♪
♪ Nothing to do, nowhere to go ♪
♪ I wanna be sedated ♪
♪ Just put me in a wheelchair,
get me on a plane ♪
♪ Hurry, hurry, hurry,
before I go insane ♪
♪ I can't control my fingers,
I can't control my brain ♪
♪ Oh no, oh-oh oh-oh ♪
Nicky, don't you
think your friend Pamela
is sick of that song?
- How are we feeling
today, sweetheart?
You remember our own
friend Dr. Jack Zymansky.
Pamela, this is Dr. Huber
of Columbia Presbyterian,
Professor of Neuropsychiatry.
He's attending this month
and we're very privileged
to have him here with us.
Walter, would you say hello
to commissioner David Pearl?
Nice to meet you doctor.
It's a pleasure.
Well, she's got a clean bill of health
on the brainwave tests.
We're going to run a cat
scan on her this afternoon
and that should complete the picture.
It's a sophisticated kind of x-ray.
It doesn't even touch her head,
completely, non-invasive.
It's just like going under a hairdryer.
It's a big comfy lean back chair.
Oh, it's just like the beauty parlor.
Am I going crazy?
You know, Pamela, every boy and girl
at a certain point in their growing up,
suddenly their body begins
to manufacture hormones,
lots of them.
Up to 30 times the amount
that it did before.
It's a big shock to the system.
Believe it or not.
Oh, no.
Who is that patient anyway?
Shouldn't she be sedated?
Oh, certainly not if we
are in time for facing.
That's all right, relax.
Why is she in a room with my daughter?
She was put here by me.
They're both going under the same tests.
But Jack, wouldn't my
daughter be more comfortable
in a private room?
Please don't put me in a private room.
Simon?
Heavy, have you seen Simon?
You seen Simon?
- Uh-uh.
Simon?
Hey, come on, come on.
What's happening?
He says the Storytime quote
of the day is too Jewish.
- Too Jewish?
- Yes.
I'm working on the zombie
girl from this morning.
He thinks her dad might be somebody.
Okay, screw the zombie girl,
we got to get this.
LaGuardia has 90 seconds here, all right?
Hands that help are more
holy in the eyes of God
than lips that pray, all right?
Okay, gotta take God out of there.
Hands that help are
groovier than lips that...
Lips that...
Lips that whisper.
Strike lips, contradicts hands.
♪ The eyes of God ♪
- Lipstick, whisper.
- Eyes.
- Lipstick whisper.
- Eyes, eyes whispering.
- Lips.
- Lips.
A helping hand is groovier
than the lips of man.
He'll never use groovier.
Prayer, prayers?
How about prayers?
Praying lips of words,
a helping hand?
- We need more time
to write this crap.
Hands.
Hands.
- The eyes of God,
it's a goddamn can of worms.
I got it.
- Hands of love.
- I've got it.
- Hands...
- Oh god help me.
That help
are a beautiful, silent prayer.
That is beautiful.
That is sickening, he'll love it.
And now it's time for the
Storytime quote of the day.
And it's a good one, friends.
I'd like to share it with you.
A helping word is like a prayer.
A helping hand is an
answer to that prayer.
Maestro.
The man is a genius,
what can I tell you?
Good morning, Pamela.
How's our star patient?
We're going to have you
out of here in no time.
I will examine you once more, Ms. Marotta.
Nicole Marotta.
Can you hear this?
Do you ever hear voices?
Do you ever hear ringing
or a banging sound
before you get angry?
Have you banged your head lately?
Series one, negative.
Say the word Massachusetts.
Massachusetts.
Say Methodist Episcopal.
Methodist Episcopal.
Methodist Episcopal.
Take a piss, you ass hole.
Series two, negative.
Nicole, I'm going to repeat
to you a familiar saying.
I'm sure you've heard it more than once.
And I want you to explain
it to me in your own words.
Okay?
A rolling stone gathers no moss.
Well, a rolling stone
doesn't need to gather moss.
He's a fucking millionaire.
What's he gonna roll downhill for?
Well how about this one?
People who live in glass
houses shouldn't throw stones.
Well, people who live in
glass houses, shouldn't...
Wait a minute.
You know.
They have to be careful.
People disappear every day.
Well, you should know the
meaning of that, Dr. Zymansky.
Yes I do, Pamela.
And how about this?
Out of the frying pan and into the fire.
Out of the frying pan and into the fire
is where you go when you don't
want to be eaten for dinner.
Well.
Ladies, I guess that's enough for today.
Ms. Marotta?
Can you hear me?
Nicky!
I keep the creeps away like that.
I got my own room at the Hopkins
where I was detained.
Though I can see why I always
end up in places like this.
It's my old man, you know?
He's fucked up.
I mean, he's a good guy and all, but,
he's wasted himself.
His brains are fried,
you know what I mean?
Got a match?
That figures.
Why'd your father throw you in here?
Now let me tell you something.
They can't wait to turn you
into a vegetable in this place.
That's why I gotta avoid,
'cause I ain't got much time.
I expect to live past 21.
That's why I gotta jam
it all in now, you know?
Figures, no fucking matches
in this place.
Hey, you taking your pills?
Now listen, don't.
Take the pills, you lose all your fight.
Fight's all you got, right?
Am I right?
Your father's a creep.
And you're too uptight to say shit.
It's 5:29 on a Tuesday morning
and Time Square's answer to Diogenes
is swinging his beacon
far out into the night,
looking for an honest man on Broadway.
♪ Looking for love on Broadway ♪
Thank you.
Johnny LaGuardia's the name.
WJAD is the station.
It's 94.7 on your FM dial.
I'll talk to you tomorrow.
God willing.
A poem for Nicky Marotta.
Tiny fossil bones, translucent skin,
billion year old eyes.
Dinosaur, you don't belong here.
They'll kill you for your tiny tusks,
put your ribs on my ladder, Nicky.
I'm so amazed.
I'm so amazed.
I saw in Women's Wear Daily.
David Pearl, 34,
recently appointed the head
the mayoral commissioner for Times Square
attired in a midnight blue tuxedo.
He rushed home from the opening of the Met
to catch Merv Griffin.
Seems Suzanne Somers was guesting
and young pro is an inveterate
jiggle vision addict.
Time to shut off the TV set, David.
Come see Times Square in the flesh,
not from the windows of your limo.
It's hot down here.
It's Haiti.
It's Rio at carnival time.
It's ripe, baby.
Get in touch with that place inside you
that craves slime more
than plastic, David,
and vitality more than manners, David,
and life more than television.
Good morning, Ms. Pearl.
Wake up hun.
Sit up.
Here, these are for you.
We're going to move you to
a private room this morning.
Ms. Marotta's been discharged.
Oh, hi.
- Hi, how you doing?
- Good morning Ms. Washington.
Sorry about the hurry but
we thought because of the circumstances.
Nicky, you want to just
have a seat there please?
So you couldn't find anything in there?
No, itsy bitsy tumor we
can blame or something?
As far as the staff is concerned,
she deliberately creates disturbances
in order to manipulate her environment.
So the next step is Rockland State then.
Oh.
Hey Nicky?
Nicky!
♪ Twenty-twenty, twenty-four hours to go ♪
♪ I wanna be sedated ♪
♪ Nothing to do, nowhere to go home ♪
♪ I wanna be sedated ♪
Hey!
♪ Hurry, hurry, hurry,
before I go insane ♪
♪ I can't control my fingers,
I can't control my brain ♪
♪ Oh no, oh-oh oh-oh ♪
♪ Twenty-twenty-twenty-four hours to go ♪
♪ I wanna be sedated ♪
♪ Nothing to do, nowhere to go home ♪
♪ I wanna be sedated ♪
Yes, someone just
sent the lab reports up.
Somebody stop her!
Security on 11.
♪ Twenty-twenty-twenty-four hours to go ♪
♪ I wanna be sedated ♪
♪ Nothing to do, nowhere to go home ♪
♪ I wanna be sedated ♪
♪ Just put me in a wheelchair
and get me to the show ♪
♪ Hurry, hurry, hurry, before I go loco ♪
♪ I can't control my fingers,
I can't control my toes ♪
♪ Oh no, oh-oh oh-oh ♪
♪ Twenty-twenty-twenty-four hours to go ♪
♪ I wanna be sedated ♪
♪ Nothing to do, nowhere to go home ♪
Ow!
♪ I need love, love to ease my mind ♪
♪ I need to find, find
someone to call mine ♪
♪ But mama said you can't hurry love ♪
♪ No you just have to wait ♪
You okay?
Yeah, I think so.
All right, no bumps or bruises?
I gotta change.
Yeah, give me that coat.
Here.
♪ No matter how long it takes ♪
♪ But how many heartaches must I stand ♪
♪ Before I find a love
that lets me live again ♪
♪ Right now the only thing
that keeps me hanging on ♪
♪ When I feel my strength,
yeah, it's almost gone ♪
♪ I remember mama said ♪
Hey, you're really sick of what?
Well, I don't know really.
See, the doctors,
they won't tell me what's wrong with me.
Sure. They ain't never going to
tell you what's wrong with ya.
I get my revenge,
I'm not gonna tell them
what's wrong with them either.
Keep them happy.
♪ I grow impatient for
a love to call my own ♪
♪ And when I feel that I, I can't go on ♪
- Down!
- Down!
♪ These precious words
keeps me hanging on ♪
♪ I remember mama said ♪
♪ Can't hurry love, no
you just have to wait ♪
♪ She said love don't come easy ♪
♪ It's a game of give and take ♪
♪ How long must I wait
how much more can I take ♪
♪ Before loneliness ♪
♪ 'cause my heart, heart to break ♪
♪ I gotta wait ♪
This one has a good smell.
The zombie girl is the daughter
of the boy wonder at the mayor's office,
and she's missing.
Who else is onto this?
No one.
We are going to do everything ourselves
because we know better
than them what we want.
We'll show that we are
human beings and not dogs.
Nicky, I'm not afraid.
Afraid of drowning?
No.
Good.
I know just the place for us.
Come on, huh?
There's tons of these dead trunks in here.
Just look at all this junk.
Probably should sell these for profit.
We can blast these open too.
Lot of sleaze in here.
The sleaze sisters.
Look Pam, the sink works.
Pammy, look!
It's a fucking bathtub!
Hey, a back porch.
Come on, Pam.
Now I see.
Why didn't I realize it before?
God, let me see!
Don't you realize?
This is it!
This is the place!
I'll show you, watch this.
Bad blood, now give me yours.
Come on, don't worry.
I ain't going to hurt you, just relax.
See?
That's all.
Now, I want you to listen to me.
You ever feel like freaking,
when you get panicky, shaky,
I want you to call my name.
Just scream it!
Scream it as loud as you can.
You know, like this.
Pammy!
Pammy!
Nicky!
Louder.
Nicky!
Pammy!
Nicky!
Pammy!
- Nicky!
- Pammy!
- Nicky!
- Pammy!
- Nicky!
- Pammy!
- Hello Mrs. Washington.
- Hi, how are you?
- Come this way.
- Thank you.
Please, let's just stick
to demonstrable facts.
The young woman is dangerous.
She has a record.
She carries a weapon.
She's an incorrigible delinquent.
She's angry.
With all due respect. Ms. Washington,
I think we can say she's
more than just angry.
You would be more than
just angry too, Mr. Pearl
if you've been abandoned
as many times as Nicky has.
Look, I am sure that her childhood
was an absolute disaster,
but that's not the point.
This young woman has
been arrested four times
in the last 12 month period.
We don't know that she
kidnapped your daughter.
Witnesses say that your daughter
went along with her on her own.
Look, Lieutenant. I don't
give a about your witnesses,
I know my daughter.
- David.
- She would not run away.
David, try to relax.
Look, Jack, you were relaxed,
plenty relaxed when
she left that hospital.
Now I'll relax when I find her,
when we find her.
About these pictures,
I'd like to hand them out to the press.
It will help in our investigation.
We will do whatever we have to do,
whatever is necessary.
Pamela's safety comes first.
Please, one step at a time.
Okay.
Apparently some dear Abby
type just came on the radio
and announced that the daughter
of the mayor's commissioner
to clean up Times Square is a runaway
in the city.
- Jesus Christ.
How the hell did they get that?
Look, let's just try to remember
that we are walking through a minefield.
And I'm not speaking for myself.
Believe me, I will resign tomorrow
if that's what's called for.
But today I am still a public
servant in the public eye,
soliciting millions of dollars.
And this makes Pamela's
situation extremely vulnerable.
Well it's out now.
Maybe we can use it.
The evening lies spread
out against the sky,
like a patient etherized upon a table.
I have measured out my
life in coffee spoons.
Still sounds like bullshit to me.
Nicky, what about songs?
What about the roses in the hospital?
What about take a piss you asshole?
That's poetry.
But it don't rhyme.
It doesn't have to.
It doesn't have to fit in a book.
Nicky, everything you
do or you say is poetry.
At least I think so.
Nah.
Yada yada yada yada yada.
Give us a break, Jesus H. Christ,
the guy is on the air!
Out, out!
Out.
What?
It's in my contract.
I can break in at any time
with a timely and important announcement.
Not on the seven o'clock news.
This is news.
This is lies, filler and chatter.
This is going to get you fired.
Out.
The mayor was
meeting with local sanitation.
Police and municipal leaders...
Make me live.
We interrupt this newscast
with a flash bulletin.
This is Johnny LaGuardia from WJAD
bringing you the latest
on the Pearl kidnapping.
Now I don't know who kidnapped who,
but runaways, can you hear me?
Tune in to me because I'm tuned into you.
And I'm tuned into the big lie
about the medical attention
you two need so desperately.
A Storytime reporter has seen your records
from New York Neurological.
And what they boil down to is this.
There's nothing medically
wrong with either one of you.
Well, figure it out for yourselves because
either those doctors don't
know what they're doing
or they're lying through their teeth.
The most important thing
the truth squad found out
is that you two sweethearts
have a favorite song.
♪ She spent the whole of last summer ♪
♪ Looking out for a six foot two ♪
♪ She gave them all a good chance ♪
♪ She was cool so she told em what to do ♪
♪ What she needs is a real special guy ♪
♪ And if you knew her you
would never wonder why ♪
♪ When you see her now you
see her with a six foot two ♪
♪ Oh ♪
♪ She never takes a chance ♪
♪ She doesn't need romance ♪
♪ Her love is ♪
This song always works.
I woke up, you were gone.
Turned it on, you came up.
I stole this.
You stole these?
Peanut butter.
Pretty good, flake.
Here comes a couple.
Here, get ready.
You're gonna take them, hurry up.
How you doing, sir?
♪ Shine your window for
a nickel or a dime, ♪
♪ I'll shine and give you time ♪
Hustle, Pammy.
Thank you.
No streaks.
Hustle!
Yo!
Yo!
What the fuck?
All right, step right up, step right up.
Who's betting, who's betting?
Now remember the money talks
and the bullshit walks.
The object of this game is
keep your eye on the red card,
cause red, you've read and
black, you slack like jacks.
You want to keep that
red card in your mind.
Now remember 10'll get
you 20, 20'll get you 40.
And 50'll get you a hundred dollar bill.
Keep that red card in your mind.
'Cause red, you're Fred
and black you lose,
you lose your shoes.
Come on, who's betting, who's betting?
I'm getting sick of shuffling these cards.
Maybe I'm bored, go deal for that card.
Come on, I wanna see some money.
Who's betting, who's betting?
Oh, here's a little lady with some money.
You look lucky, you look like a winner.
- Thank you.
- Just slap a 20 on me.
I got a feeling about
you, pretty white girl.
All right, now I cover
that, now which one is it?
Yeah take a pick, which one is it?
That's your choice then.
Shit, slick, you lose!
You lose the 20!
You're supposed to win,
what's wrong with you?
I want her to win and she want to lose.
I'm forced to reappropriate
my lonely shutdown sister's game.
- What are you doing?
- You see, I sticks em
on the provisal that they don't pull
this kind of shit.
Yo, man!
Yo, he stealing our money!
Let's see some ID, fellas.
Don't move a muscle, either one of you.
Come on, let's go, break it up.
Come on.
♪ You're so impressed ♪
♪ With the figures and the facts ♪
♪ You're so impressed ♪
♪ With the latest style ♪
♪ You tried your best ♪
♪ But you can't relax ♪
♪ You won't slow down before
you take it to the max ♪
♪ 'Cause you're innocent ♪
♪ Not guilty ♪
♪ Innocent, we'll let you go this time ♪
♪ Innocent, not guilty ♪
♪ You're so confused ♪
♪ With what comes up next ♪
♪ Honey you're so confused ♪
- Police officer.
♪ And you're so complex ♪
♪ You're so amused when
you're in the mood ♪
♪ When it comes to sex ♪
♪ You're using your special effects ♪
♪ 'Cause you're innocent, not guilty ♪
♪ Innocent, we'll let you go this time ♪
♪ You're innocent ♪
♪ Not guilty ♪
- Put it into high gear honey!
Plainclothes, let me through!
♪ You don't need no jury ♪
♪ You don't need no trial ♪
♪ We won't take no chances ♪
♪ We're gonna' ruin all the
records in the fingerprint file ♪
♪ You're innocent, not guilty ♪
♪ Innocent, we'll let you go this time ♪
♪ Innocent, not guilty ♪
Oh, we did it.
Come on.
There's nobody coming yet.
God, it's dead around here.
Do you have the gun?
Of course I have the gun.
Look, you just get them talking
so I could see if he's some kind of psycho
or off duty cop or something.
Just relax.
Watch me, I'm cool.
Okay.
Okay, here comes the guy.
Okay, get ready.
Okay, go.
Excuse me, sir.
Do you know where the Lyric Theater is?
Yeah, it's on 42nd street
between seventh and eighth avenue.
Is that it?
Well.
Do you know what time,
do you know what time it is?
- What time it is?
- All right.
Freeze, motherfucker or
I'll brain your blows out.
I mean it bitch, freeze!
What are you laughing at?
You said brain your blows out!
We'll most of it makes sense.
All right now look, I know this guy, okay.
And if he gives you a hard time,
you tell him to piss off.
All right?
I'll be waiting for you outside.
And don't think about it, just do it.
No marijuana in the club.
The studio, the lounges or the booth.
You've got a boyfriend, he stays outside.
We have no hospital plans, no insurance
and no social security.
Got no problems of any kind.
That will be satisfactory.
All right.
Dancing is 10 minutes.
Every half hour, you
waitress as you wanted
as you're topless.
I'm not dancing topless.
Not dancing topless?
And you want a job?
Yes.
Your friend Nicky tells me
you're 18 years old, is that true.
Yes.
Can you prove it?
Yes.
You want a job,
and you don't want to dance topless?
I like that.
Class, respect, I like that.
It's good for the club.
It's good for business.
I'ma take a chance with you.
Come on, hurry up, get into it already.
Stop looking at yourself.
Nicky, this looks so stupid.
No, it's going to look fantastic.
Look, there, cute little Harry,
it's gonna look good.
Besides, you made it.
You know, you should be doing this.
You're the brave one.
Look, I'm brave, but you're pretty.
I'm a freak of fucking nature.
Now come on, get into it already.
Nicky, I can't do this.
Poor me.
This is a fucking job, not some vacation.
There's no free lunch
like in the school cafeteria.
Ladies and gentlemen,
I'm proud to present at
the Cleo club tonight.
The one and only, the sensational,
the far out funky, hip,
ladies and gentlemen let's get
a big round of applause for
the foxy Miss Pearl.
♪ The night was not ♪
♪ And what you told me put me into shock ♪
Can I take your order?
♪ The night was not ♪
♪ As the sirens faded down the block ♪
♪ The night was not ♪
♪ And as you packed your
things I couldn't watch ♪
♪ But it isn't love that hurts so much ♪
♪ 'Cause the love in
me would give you up ♪
♪ In an illusion of love I was caught ♪
♪ No the night was not ♪
♪ No the night was not ♪
♪ Nanananana ♪
♪ Nananana ♪
All right, all right!
All right, shake that thing baby.
Oh, oh!
This is the letter in its entirety.
I was asked simply to read it on the air.
It is written in a firm,
round girlish hand
that I believe belongs to Pamela Pearl.
"Dear daddy.
I am not kidnapped.
I am me-napped.
I am soul-napped.
I'm Nicky-napped.
I am happy-napped.
Doctors, lawyers, Indian chiefs.
We are looking after ourselves
and having our own Renaissance.
We don't need antidepressants.
We need your understanding."
This is Johnny LaGuardia on WJAD.
The rhythm of
New York on the SM dot.
Hey!
Hey!
Hey!
Hey, Nicky.
Hey, watch this.
Yo, Nicky.
Watch this.
Hey, look at that.
Party, hey, party!
Come on!
Watch my foot.
Uh huh, I love it.
What you?
Oh, thank you.
Check it out.
Hey!
Oh, watch this!
Ha-yah!
Yah-hah!
I got you!
Yah!
Hey!
- How you doing?
- How you been?
Haven't seen you in a while.
How you doing?
Yeah Nicky and I are hanging around
having a good time.
House of psychotic women!
I'll give you one.
Yeah, I know.
Gonna do, ick!
What's that?
Come on.
Hey, hey, what you?
Get out of here!
Get out, get over!
That you?
Come on.
No sense makes sense.
The Sleeze Sisters?
Did you write this?
No.
Then somebody's taken our name.
Maybe somebody wants to be like us.
Yeah, it's like destiny, man.
More Sleeze Sisters.
Hi, Nicky.
Why, it's dead in here today.
I wrote a poem too.
It's not as you know, shit.
Read it to me.
Damn Dog by Nicki Marotta.
I can lick your face
and I can bite it too.
My teeth have rabies,
made to order for you.
I'm a damn dog.
No rhymes, no words,
just a taste for danger.
So I foam and chew the
hands off a stranger.
Damn dog, you feel my fever,
can you hear me howl?
I'm an evil genius,
you gotta throw in the towel.
Just a damn dog.
That's it.
Sucks, right?
You know, it's kind of like a song.
Ladies and gentlemen,
it gives me great pleasure to introduce
a special one time only attraction
at the fabulous Cleopatra
appearing with your regular
band, The Blondelles.
Words cannot express the
sheer unbelievability
of this performer and her material.
The New York and world premiere
of Aggie Doone!
One, two, one, two, three, four!
♪ I can lick your face ♪
♪ I can bite it too ♪
♪ My teeth got rabies ♪
♪ I'm gonna give em to you ♪
♪ Feed me, feed me ♪
♪ Can't you hear me howl ♪
♪ Feed me ♪
♪ I'm a damn dog now ♪
♪ Got a taste for flesh ♪
♪ Got a taste for danger ♪
♪ So I foam and chew ♪
♪ The hands off a stranger ♪
♪ Feed me, feed me ♪
♪ Can't you hear me howl ♪
♪ Feed me ♪
♪ I'm a damn dog now ♪
♪ Feed me, feed me ♪
♪ Feed me ♪
♪ I'm a damn dog ♪
♪ Feed me, feed me ♪
♪ Feed me ♪
♪ I'm a damn dog ♪
♪ Feed me, feed me ♪
♪ Feed me ♪
♪ I'm a damn dog ♪
♪ Feed me, feed me ♪
♪ Feed me ♪
♪ I'm a damn dog ♪
♪ Feed me, feed me ♪
♪ Feed me ♪
♪ I'm a damn dog ♪
You're live, Linda
Marconi from Fordham road.
I understand you've got
some pearls of wisdom.
Earth to
runaways, earth to runaways.
Never come in, never come in.
Shine on brightly, shine on brightly.
Over and out, over and out.
Shut it off.
I thought you should
know what we're up against.
Christ, the man's a case
of arrested development.
Mhmm.
You're going to love this part.
Times Square is my oyster.
I open it and find a pearl.
Could it be a cultured pearl?
Yo, David,
what about our debate?
I know you hate everything I stand for.
Well, here's your chance to put me down
like you did your daughter.
Jesus Christ.
When was this thing on?
Four a.m.
Luckily who's listening?
We got a call her saying
she's staring out her
window at Nicki Marotta
right now on the corner
of 43rd and eighth.
That's close.
I'm going over there.
What about the police?
No.
Down at the corner.
All right, later.
Take it easy.
Don't struggle.
I'm going to let you go in a minute.
Come on.
All I want to do is talk
with my daughter, all right?
I ain't telling you a thing, mister..
Look, she needs medical attention
and other things you
don't know anything about.
Yeah well if you're so smart,
how come you didn't stop her shakes?
- I did!
- All right, look,
you've done very well and
you ought to be proud.
But the time has come for this to stop.
Are you trying to con me, shitface?
Where is she, where is she?!
Why don't you hit me again huh?
Hit me with your fist!
You're a big man.
Come on!
Hit me again.
I don't like coming down so heavy
on this mental illness jargon.
It's a scare tactic.
The girl is dangerous.
That's what we've got
to get across to Pamela.
An open
letter to Pamela Pearl.
Pamela, I care about Nicky too.
Nicky is ill.
She has what is called
a thinking disorder.
Often she cannot tell truth from fiction.
That means she reacts
impulsively and violently.
Her tolerance for frustration is low.
She's dangerous to herself and others.
Auto theft is not all Nicky is wanted for.
She will probably face
manslaughter charges
in the drowning death
of her friend Sharon.
Enough is enough.
Get her to turn herself
in before she turns 17
and loses the benefits
of the juvenile system.
Sincerely, Rosie Washington.
Words are fucked.
Well, a lot of people died around me.
Ain't nothing new.
My mother died on me when
I was nine years old.
People dig dying on me.
Sharon.
She fucking OD's on me.
Try to fresh her up in a river.
Fuck, I don't know.
People disappear every day.
Maybe I should disappear too, huh?
You should stand and fight.
Hello out there, truth lovers.
The following unsolicited
message from Sleeze Incorporated
in no way represents the
editorial policy of this station.
But I love it.
Ms. Rosie Washington,
I'm sticking pins in your brain.
I'm mass slaughtering you with voodoo.
Can you hear the drum?
Can you feel the pain yet?
Faggot social worker.
Yeah, and Mr. Pearl.
I hate you with every
rotten tooth in my head.
Black eyes to you, fucking Nazi.
♪ Stick pins into you ♪
♪ Sleeze Sister voodoo ♪
Yes, father dear.
You wanna make Times Square as cold
as your icy eyes.
Why do you want to punish
people who aren't like you?
You know, at home, I've heard
you use these following words.
Spic, nigger, faggot, psycho.
Well, I just want you to
know your daughter is one.
♪ Spic, nigger, faggot, bum ♪
♪ Your daughter is one ♪
Dr. Zymansky, you cold-fart holy man.
You don't know anything
about what makes me tick
All you know about is sucking
up to important people,
right, fat buns?
Are you sending this out live?
Piss off.
Who d'you think you're kidding
with that shit-eating smile of yours?
You know what?
Your bedside manner makes
me whoof my cookies!
Gimme a barf-bag!
♪ Spic, nigger, faggot, bum ♪
♪ Your daughter is one ♪
Assholes, your time has come.
'Cause I'm a time bomb
and I'm gonna explode
all over you people!
♪ Spic, nigger, faggot, bum ♪
♪ Your daughter is one ♪
The Sleeze Sisters dedicate this
to Brian Jones,
and all the other
dinosaurs that got kicked
out of the band.
Hey.
Hey, those people know who we were.
What?
They know who we were.
We could be famous.
Look, you are aiding and abetting!
I know you know where she is!
Does she wants you to know?
She's a child, she
doesn't know what she wants!
Stay tuned to us.
We'll be keeping you updated.
Excuse me miss.
I can't help noticing your jeans.
Aren't those derrier bells?
Just tell me where she is.
You ever run away, Dave?
Yes, I know
what it means to run away.
You know what it means?
When did you ever have
to escape from anything?
Look, I'm not going to stay
civil with you indefinitely.
Maybe you should give some
thought to why she ran away.
Would you like to read some
of my mail on the subject?
Maybe you want to give some thought
as to why you're such a self-righteous
obnoxious little son of a bitch.
Ah, good.
Signs of life.
Where is she?
She's camping out under the stars.
Giving myself over to scary thoughts
and omens, and excess.
Where is she?!
Ooga wooga booga.
I'll kill you, you fucking bastard!
I'll kill you!
She's working at a place
called the Cleo Club.
♪ Sugar Plum Fairy came
and hit the streets ♪
♪ Looking for soul food
and a place to eat ♪
♪ Went to the Apollo ♪
♪ You should've seen them go, go, go ♪
♪ They said, hey, sugar ♪
♪ Take a walk on the wild side ♪
♪ I said, Hey, babe ♪
♪ Take a walk on the wild side ♪
♪ All right, huh ♪
♪ And the colored girls go ♪
♪ Doo do doo do doo do do doo ♪
♪ Huh ♪
♪ Jackie is just speeding away ♪
♪ Thought she was James Dean for a day ♪
♪ Then I guess she had to crash ♪
♪ Valium would have helped that bash ♪
♪ I said, Hey, babe ♪
♪ Take a walk on the wild side ♪
♪ I said hey honey ♪
♪ Take a walk on the wild side ♪
♪ And the colored girls say ♪
♪ Doo do doo do doo do do doo ♪
Old ladies dance.
♪ Doo do doo do doo do do doo ♪
It's okay.
Hey will you move
that truck out of here?!
Come on, move it will you?
♪ Can I touch you ♪
♪ Are you out of touch ♪
♪ I guess I never noticed that much ♪
♪ Geranium lover, I'm live on your wire ♪
♪ Oh come and take me whoever you are ♪
Nicky!
Hurry up.
♪ She's a lot like you ♪
♪ The dangerous type ♪
♪ She's a lot like you ♪
Look at this place.
♪ Come on and hold me tight ♪
♪ She's a lot like you ♪
♪ The dangerous type ♪
♪ Oh she's a lot like you ♪
Haha, look at this.
This isn't one of your best ideas.
Aw, come on, man.
Come on, help me with this.
Bottom quick, hurry up.
Pick it up from the bottom, watch.
Alright.
Tip it.
You just tell me when, okay?
Okay.
Okay, now.
♪ Ooh can I take you
out for awhile, yeah ♪
Right near a bunch of people!
Did they shit?
Come on, get back.
- Ah, we made them shit!
- Oh my gosh.
Wow, we gotta get outta here real fast.
Apathy, banality, boredom, television.
But a new iconoclast has come to save us.
It's the Sleeze Sisters.
It's Nicky and Pamela.
Go to it, girls.
♪ She's a lot like you ♪
Lots of letters and lots of calls.
Lots of sightings about our
little Loch Ness monster.
You are live.
Hello, Johnny?
Pamela Pearl was in my
class at Dawkin School.
Uh huh?
She never did one thing wrong.
I think she's dead
and this is someone else.
Shit man, what's going on?
Oh, shit I can't believe
it, man, it's them.
Who?
The Sleeze Sisters, man.
Somebody'll pay!
The need is there, girls.
The city is ready.
The switchboards are jammed.
You could do anything you want.
Keep doing it for all us stay-at-homes.
♪ She's a lot like you ♪
Let it be passionate.
Or not at all.
Hey, drop everything.
Join the Sleeze Sisters.
Get it?
Now?
No, no wait no.
Soon as we get a little more famous,
I'm gonna get me a band.
Real amplified, I'm gonna play everywhere.
I'll play in fucking Times Square.
I don't see why we need to be famous.
Don't you get it?
Once you're famous, then
you can't just disappear.
Why don't you listen to me?
Listen, slick.
You know a lot of things.
I only know one thing,
and it is that they're
going to see who I am.
Come on, let's get to work.
You're not listening to me!
Hello?
Daddy?
Pamela.
Are you okay?
I haven't slept a wink since you left.
I'm sorry that I, that I couldn't...
Do you want to come home?
No, I can't.
Not yet.
Nicky needs me.
She...
Pamela.
Make it soon, huh?
I'll be here.
Nicky, we're
going to crash somehow.
Right.
But let's go down flaming.
Let's do the fucking concert.
Nicky, get serious, that's Times Square.
First we got to drop all shitload of TVs
'cause that's our trademark now.
You know, we're lucky we
haven't hurt anybody so far.
We're not doing it any more.
Okay, frig the TVs, I got a better idea.
Get the Blondelles
and we'll go down to the
station late at night.
We pull out knives and we'll take it over.
We'll free the fucking air waves.
What about Johnny?
He joins us or we take him hostage.
Either way, he's going to be famous.
Famous?
He doesn't care about fame.
He's different.
Yeah?
Well I think you got the hots for him.
You know, you can be so ridiculous.
You think I'm an ignorant moron.
Don't be stupid.
Okay, so now you think I'm stupid.
You are being stupid.
I'ma go practice with the Blondelles.
Yeah.
Yeah, I'm telling you,
waiting for you right now.
Yeah, just for you.
It's a, what do you call it, an exclusive.
Yeah.
Fucking asshole.
♪ The night was not ♪
♪ As the sirens faded down the block ♪
♪ Oh night was not ♪
♪ And as you packed your
things I couldn't watch ♪
♪ But it isn't love that hurts so much ♪
♪ 'Cause the love in
me would give you up ♪
♪ In an illusion of love I was caught ♪
Nicky, is that you?
Nicky?
I got a knife.
I got a can of mace too.
And a gun.
I got rhythm, I got music.
I got a bottle of vodka, can I come in?
Sure.
Hi.
This place is a mess.
That seems to be the point.
That's for you.
Thank you.
Where's Nicky?
Well, she's out practicing
with The Blondelles.
Oh, because she phoned me.
♪ Down in the park ♪
♪ Where the mach-men meet the machines ♪
♪ And play 'kill-by-numbers' ♪
♪ Down in the park with
a friend called five ♪
♪ I was in a car crash or was it the war ♪
What's it like with Nicky?
I mean she's a pretty wild lady.
Do you have fights and stuff?
I'm not a zombie girl anymore though.
♪ Down in the park ♪
♪ Where the chant is death, death, death ♪
♪ Until the sun cries morning ♪
♪ Down in the park with friends of mine ♪
Just a little bit.
How cute.
It's like TV!
It's like a television commercial.
Phone calls home to grandma?
Talk to someone you love.
How perfect.
I want to tell you something, Nicky.
You want to tell me something?
I want to tell you something!
Fucking slimy do-gooder.
You're so full of yourself
that you're bloated!
I know you fucking called
my fucking caseworker, man,
you know that?
We hate you!
This is a setup.
We used you, get out of here!
Get out of here!
Take your Times Square trip!
You're choking on, you disgusting scumbag!
And you make Pammy puke
too with your jerkoff show.
She told me.
I think you better go now.
And you too, barbie doll,
you goody two shoes!
This is my place!
You're only visiting!
Out, out, get the fuck out!
I'm not leaving you, Aggie.
Get out of my place!
Get out of here, you were just visiting!
Out, out!
♪ Pissing in a river ♪
♪ Watching it rise ♪
♪ Tattoo fingers ♪
♪ Shy away from me ♪
♪ Voices voices ♪
♪ Mesmerize ♪
♪ Voices voices ♪
♪ Beckoning sea ♪
♪ Come, come ♪
♪ Come, come back ♪
♪ Come back, come back ♪
♪ Spoke of a wheel ♪
♪ Tip of a spoon ♪
♪ Mouth of a cave ♪
♪ I'm a slave, I'm free ♪
♪ When are you coming ♪
♪ Hope you come soon ♪
♪ Fingers fingers ♪
♪ Encircling thee ♪
♪ Come, come ♪
♪ Come, come, come ♪
♪ Come, come, come for me, oh ♪
♪ My bowels are empty ♪
♪ Excreting your soul ♪
♪ What more can I give you ♪
♪ Baby I don't know ♪
♪ What more can I give you ♪
♪ To make this thing grow ♪
What the fuck is wrong
with me?
I'm king of
the mountain up here.
And you know, friends looking
down night after night,
I get a proprietary
feeling about Times Square.
My people down there.
My domain, it feeds me.
There's something I want to say!
Put me on the radio!
Live, right now!
And you watch it!
Maybe you ought to tell me
what you want to say first.
You fucking, little stray!
I'll pulverize you!
Times Square with
the emphasis on the square.
I say come on down.
Time to shut off.
Okay, we're gonna do it.
Sammy, give her a mic,
plug her into an amp.
Right, move!
Now, Nicky, I'm going to
give you a 10 second cue.
When I wave my arm in the air,
you are on the air.
This is Johnny LaGuardia.
We have a unexpected guest in the studio.
Her name is Nicky Marotta.
She has a statement to make.
Hi, fans.
Aggie Doone here.
I got something I wanna say.
I ain't sure what it is yet.
Just stick around.
My heart
is pumping.
My foot,
is running.
My head,
is hurting.
It's hurting me.
I never told you
everything.
I never said the stuff I should.
I was chicken to tell you!
I never thought I could.
Find me!
Help me!
Save me!
Can you hear me?
Can you feel me out there?
Pammy!
I'm calling you, Pammy!
Pammy!
Pammy!
Pammy!
She's right here, she's resting.
The medication was very light.
Nonetheless, she is very, very quiet, now.
Jojo, it's me.
What happened to you?
I'm okay.
Just a little tired.
I think I'm a little tired.
Nicky, look at me.
What did they do to you?
Nothing.
I'm under control now.
I'd walk into the ocean
if they told me to.
Hey, you're a damn dog.
No sense makes sense, right?
It's me, slick.
Come on, we're the Sleeze Sisters.
You did this to her.
- Pamela, you-
- Get off of me!
You only care about yourself, you faker.
If feels like I give myself
away every day for a living.
You give other people away for a living.
I hate you.
Come on.
This is my father's office.
Hello, WKVL.
Yeah, well I'm not repeating
this so get this straight.
This is Nicky Marotta,
the famous murderer and entertainer.
I'm throwing a concert
tonight in Times Square
to celebrate my escape
from mental illness.
Don't miss it, asshole.
Tonight, that's
right, I said tonight.
My little cousin, Nicky
Marotta will be in Times Square
and she wants all the Sleeze cousins.
The young woman sought
in the Pamela Pearl kidnapping case
is rumored to be putting
on a free concert tonight
on 42nd street.
When asked, police commissioner reports-
There's going to
be one big party tonight
in Times Square.
Tonight's the night
if you're a Sleeze Sister.
Check it out, midnight in times square.
Here's what Nicky Marotta says.
If they treat you like garbage,
put your body in a garbage bag.
If they treat you like a
criminal, black out your eyes.
What makes you think
it's going to happen?
Aggie's retired.
She'll be cool.
She ain't no fool.
She knows slick's going back to school.
That's right.
I want to do normal stuff.
I just want to be myself, Nicky.
So what's stopping you?
I'll just sit here and wait for the cops.
I can't be like you.
You're different.
You're a star.
Well I'll tell you one thing, slick.
We sure had them going for awhile.
I don't think it was such a bad life.
I wouldn't put it down.
Then will you do the concert?
Will you do it for all the
dinosaurs that disappeared?
I want to, Pammy.
Except I'll probably blow it.
I'm beat.
Valerie, what?
Are you planning to go out like that?
Everybody's wearing
this tonight, mother.
George, do you consider that a way
to go out on the street?
Come on.
George.
Where's the TV, Magda?
Where the hell is the TV?
Just a minute.
Okay.
You ready?
It's coming together.
A dollar each.
Yo, get a ice cold beer, a dollar each.
Dollar each, that's one dollar each.
Just a dollar each.
Sleeze bag there, one dollar.
One dollar for the Sleeze bags.
All right, give us Sleeze bag.
All right, yo sir, we got
Sleez Bags for a dollar.
One dollar for a Sleez bag,
you gonna buy a bag?
All right, sir, thank you very much.
What's being celebrated here
is the comeback of a
16 year old entertainer
called Aggie Doole.
AKA, also known as Nicky Marotta.
It's one minute to history.
This is Johnny LaGuardia
coming to you live
from the WJAD bird's-eye view perch
above a little place called Times Square.
Nicky!
Come on, it's her!
Nicky, Nicky, Nicky, Nicky,
Nicky, Nicky, Nicky,
Nicky, Nicky!
Go for it, go for it,
go for it, go for it,
go for it, go for it,
go for it, go for it,
go for it, go for it, go for it, go for it
go for it, go for it, go
for it, go for it!
Okay.
They tell me I'm crazy.
But the truth is
I just know bullshit when I see it!
All right, you got nothing to do
but scream your lungs out.
And play music!
Yeah that's me, Nicky Marotta.
You know what?
I like it up here!
I'm gonna stay up here
until they blow me away.
Now they might be able to blow me away.
But they can't blow all of youse away.
Even if they do, I don't give a shit.
'Cause I'm a damn dog!
♪ I can lick your face ♪
♪ I can bite it too ♪
♪ My teeth got rabies ♪
♪ I'm gonna give 'em to you ♪
♪ Feed me, feed me ♪
♪ Can't you hear me howl ♪
♪ Feed me ♪
♪ I'm a damn dog now ♪
♪ Damn dog me ♪
♪ Got a taste for flesh ♪
♪ Got a taste for danger ♪
♪ So I foam and chew ♪
♪ The hands off a stranger ♪
♪ Feed me, feed me ♪
♪ Can't you hear me howl ♪
♪ Feed me ♪
First cop that touches me
goes over the edge.
I mean it!
I've been rehearsing for
this for all my life.
Please.
Please, I just got one more thing to say,
one more thing!
Get lost!
I knew a girl named Pammy.
She taught me a lot of things about life!
She was real smart.
She knew a lot of things.
She knew one thing long
before I ever knew it.
That was that she was the best friend
I ever had.
♪ All I need is your precious love ♪
♪ Leaving me waiting ain't good enough ♪
♪ A thousand nights pass me by ♪
Come on, let's
go, let's go, let's move.
♪ How long ♪
♪ Can I go on ♪
♪ Please tell me now,
'cause I don't know how ♪
♪ Help me ♪
♪ I'm a lonely girl in
an empty world outside ♪
♪ Won't somebody keep me satisfied ♪
♪ We're two of a kind ♪
♪ Baby, baby, baby,
don't leave me behind ♪
♪ Love don't last forever,
it's only a dream ♪
♪ Keeping the fire burning,
if you know what I mean ♪
♪ It's easy to see ♪
Come on, ladies let's go, move it.
♪ How did I believe in you ♪
♪ Being a part of things that you do ♪
♪ You keep on saying we don't belong ♪
♪ Love is for losers, my love is wrong ♪
♪ How long ♪
♪ Can I go on ♪
♪ Please tell me now,
'cause I don't know how ♪
♪ Help me ♪
♪ I'm a lonely girl in
an empty world outside ♪
♪ Won't somebody keep me satisfied ♪
Keep walking now, girls.
Keep walking now, come on.
♪ Baby, baby, baby,
don't leave me behind ♪
♪ Love don't last forever,
it's only a dream ♪
♪ Keeping the fire burning,
if you know what I mean ♪
♪ It's easy to see ♪
♪ Baby, baby, baby,
don't tell me goodbye ♪
♪ Help me ♪
♪ I'm a lonely girl in
an empty world outside ♪
♪ Won't somebody keep me satisfied ♪
♪ We're two of a kind ♪
♪ Baby, baby, baby don't leave me behind ♪
♪ Love don't last forever,
it's only a dream ♪
♪ Keep the fire burning
if you know what I mean ♪
♪ It's easy to see ♪
♪ Baby, baby, baby help me ♪
♪ Nothing lasts forever ♪
♪ Of that I'm sure ♪
♪ Now you've made an offer ♪
♪ I'll take some more ♪
♪ Your loving baby ♪
♪ Oh so mean ♪
♪ Will I still survive ♪
♪ The same old scene ♪
♪ In our lighter moments ♪
♪ precious few ♪
♪ It's all that heavy weather ♪
♪ We're going through ♪
♪ When I turn the corner ♪
♪ I can't believe ♪
♪ It's still the same old movie ♪
♪ That's haunting me ♪
♪ Your loving baby ♪
♪ Oh so mean ♪
♪ Trying to revive ♪
♪ The same old scene ♪
♪ Your loving baby ♪
♪ So extreme ♪
♪ Maybe we should try ♪
♪ The same old scene ♪
♪ Nothings last forever ♪
♪ Of that I'm sure ♪
♪ Now you've made an offer ♪
♪ I'll take some more ♪
♪ Nothings last forever ♪
♪ Of that I'm sure ♪
♪ Now you've made an offer ♪
♪ I'll take some more ♪
♪ Nothings last forever ♪
♪ Of that I'm sure ♪
♪ Now you've made an offer ♪
♪ I'll take some more ♪
♪ Your loving baby ♪
♪ Oh so mean ♪
♪ Will I still survive ♪
♪ The same old scene ♪
♪ In our lighter moments ♪
♪ Precious few ♪
♪ It's all that heavy weather ♪
♪ We're going through ♪
♪ When I turn the corner ♪
♪ I can't believe ♪
♪ It's still the same old movie ♪
♪ That's haunting me ♪
♪ Your loving baby ♪
♪ So extreme ♪
♪ Maybe we should try ♪
♪ The same old scene ♪
♪ In our lighter moments ♪
♪ Precious few ♪
♪ It's all that heavy weather ♪
♪ We're going through ♪
♪ When I turn the corner ♪
♪ I can't believe ♪
♪ It's still the same old movie ♪
♪ That's haunting me ♪
♪ Your loving baby ♪
♪ Oh so mean ♪
♪ Trying to revive ♪
♪ The same old scene ♪
♪ Your loving baby ♪
♪ It's always mean ♪
♪ Maybe we should try ♪
♪ The same old scene ♪
You know, we can hear you in there?
So?
Not only that, but
you're playing's shit.
Oh, I'm playing shit, huh?
Yeah.
Plus that's the owner's
car you got your thing on.
It's the boss's car?
- Yeah.
- Yeah?
Honey I'd split before he comes out here
and beats your ass.
It's the boss's car?
That's the boss's car.
I'm playing shit, huh?
And you're playing shit.
How's this sound to you?
Huh, you like the sound of that?
How's this sound?
He was a young man at Yale
law school when I was there.
He's still a young man,
but an old friend of new York's
with a long list of crusades,
including the west side
daycare cooperatives,
the best pocket park programs,
and as most of you know
the museum on wheels.
We're here to sign up on his new mission
to renew New York's finest
and most famous landmark,
to turn the lights back on
along the great white way.
So here's the man behind the
Times Square renaissance,
David Pearl.
Thank you.
Thank you, Charles.
The question we want
to ask ourselves today,
especially those of us
with children, is this.
Do we want to live in an X-rated city?
Last week, my daughter
Pamela asked to go see
One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest.
She's 13, she's here
with me this afternoon.
Isn't she pretty?
Now, I've seen the movie.
It's a good picture.
I don't care if she has to
lie about her age to get in.
After all, I'm a liberal.
But when she told me where
the damn thing was playing,
42nd street and seventh avenue,
I had to put my foot down.
Well, I don't mind telling you,
we had a little fight.
And she of course began to argue with me,
"But oh daddy, daddy, the
film is only rated R."
It's not true.
"Well, that may be so." I said.
- It's not true.
- But that street outside
is rated X.
It's not true, you're lying!
Well, I guess she's still mad at me.
I guess my daughter
doesn't like the west side,
knowing that her father still
exerts some control over it.
What about my axe, man?
You can't just leave my stuff here.
All right honey, come on.
Just get in the car.
That's my private property!
You can't leave my stuff
on the street like that!
Don't worry about it.
Your friends will take care of it.
Now get in there.
- Who'll take care of it?
Fucking nobody, that stuff comes with me.
Would you get in the car?
What is this?
That's bullshit.
It's bullshit.
Bullshit that's bullshit.
I got a fucking condition, man.
I could go any second.
I'll fucking sue you!
- Condition, Ma, come on.
- Let's go.
- I'll fucking sue the whole city!
- Hey I know my rights.
- You got it?
I'm a human being,
that's my fucking music, man!
- That one, got it?
Shut your condition and go, will you?
Goddamit!
Look out.
There are 8 million
stories in the big city.
People say I have a bird's eye view
perched up here night after night,
looking down into the throbbing, pulsing
main line veins of the city,
looking right down into
the heart of the beast.
Yes, it's Storytime.
This is Johnny LaGuardia.
It's that kind of night
and that kind of feeling.
Okay, we have a story.
It's a story of a young
girl who writes a letter
to a man on the radio.
"Dear Mr. LaGuardia,
do you think it's okay if
I pretend I'm a zombie?
My mother died a long time ago,
but my father is rich
and famous and perfect.
But I can't be like him.
He expects me to be happy,
but I'm clumsy and ugly.
I don't want anyone looking at me.
I can't do anything.
I can't do sports.
I can't dance.
I can't make friends.
I wrote you before,
but only in my journal."
The letter is signed, "A real zombie."
You have something very
special inside you, young lady,
the seed that contains your unique self.
You must learn to nurture that seed.
Maybe you're all alone.
That's a pretty scary place to be.
I know about it.
You may have to jump
off into the darkness.
How desperate they feel,
those moments before you jump.
But sometimes you just gotta do it.
You ought to pull yourself
up by your bootstraps and
you gotta jump.
Yes it's Storytime on WJAD
in the heart of Times Square,
New York, New York.
The city so nice, they named it twice.
♪ It's time she stopped
being your ornament ♪
♪ It's time she put it in
the past for permanent ♪
♪ You can't hold her if
she wants to roam around ♪
♪ Around around around around ♪
♪ You can't hold her dreamin'
keep her gagged and bound ♪
♪ Gagged and bound ♪
♪ Shout it clear for all to hear ♪
♪ You won't shoot this ♪
♪ bird down ♪
- Quit!
♪ Shout it clear for all to hear ♪
And Jack was also very reassuring.
He said for every genuine case of seizure,
he sees a dozen he just chalks up
to some mysterious
teenage stress syndrome.
But of course we want
to be absolutely sure.
Well maybe there's nothing
wrong with me at all, Daddy.
That's perfectly likely.
Now sweetheart I have a one
o'clock at the Ford foundation.
I'll see you later.
You're my best girl.
You make me proud of you.
Hold it.
This would be your room, Pamela.
And you have a roommate, Nicky Marotta.
Miss Marotta?
I want to introduce Pamela
to you, your new roommate.
It's a young lady who's
in for the same test
that you are.
Nicky, I have someone for you to meet.
Nicky, can you hear me?
Nicky?
Nicky, you know there's
no smoking in here.
Just put the cigarette
away, please, will you?
Nicky Marotta, I'd like
you to meet Pamela Pearl.
Sure you're going to be great friends.
♪ I wanna be sedated ♪
♪ Nothing to do, nowhere to go ♪
♪ I wanna be sedated ♪
♪ Just put me in a wheelchair,
get me on a plane ♪
♪ Hurry, hurry, hurry,
before I go insane ♪
♪ I can't control my fingers,
I can't control my brain ♪
♪ Oh no, oh-oh oh-oh ♪
Nicky, don't you
think your friend Pamela
is sick of that song?
- How are we feeling
today, sweetheart?
You remember our own
friend Dr. Jack Zymansky.
Pamela, this is Dr. Huber
of Columbia Presbyterian,
Professor of Neuropsychiatry.
He's attending this month
and we're very privileged
to have him here with us.
Walter, would you say hello
to commissioner David Pearl?
Nice to meet you doctor.
It's a pleasure.
Well, she's got a clean bill of health
on the brainwave tests.
We're going to run a cat
scan on her this afternoon
and that should complete the picture.
It's a sophisticated kind of x-ray.
It doesn't even touch her head,
completely, non-invasive.
It's just like going under a hairdryer.
It's a big comfy lean back chair.
Oh, it's just like the beauty parlor.
Am I going crazy?
You know, Pamela, every boy and girl
at a certain point in their growing up,
suddenly their body begins
to manufacture hormones,
lots of them.
Up to 30 times the amount
that it did before.
It's a big shock to the system.
Believe it or not.
Oh, no.
Who is that patient anyway?
Shouldn't she be sedated?
Oh, certainly not if we
are in time for facing.
That's all right, relax.
Why is she in a room with my daughter?
She was put here by me.
They're both going under the same tests.
But Jack, wouldn't my
daughter be more comfortable
in a private room?
Please don't put me in a private room.
Simon?
Heavy, have you seen Simon?
You seen Simon?
- Uh-uh.
Simon?
Hey, come on, come on.
What's happening?
He says the Storytime quote
of the day is too Jewish.
- Too Jewish?
- Yes.
I'm working on the zombie
girl from this morning.
He thinks her dad might be somebody.
Okay, screw the zombie girl,
we got to get this.
LaGuardia has 90 seconds here, all right?
Hands that help are more
holy in the eyes of God
than lips that pray, all right?
Okay, gotta take God out of there.
Hands that help are
groovier than lips that...
Lips that...
Lips that whisper.
Strike lips, contradicts hands.
♪ The eyes of God ♪
- Lipstick, whisper.
- Eyes.
- Lipstick whisper.
- Eyes, eyes whispering.
- Lips.
- Lips.
A helping hand is groovier
than the lips of man.
He'll never use groovier.
Prayer, prayers?
How about prayers?
Praying lips of words,
a helping hand?
- We need more time
to write this crap.
Hands.
Hands.
- The eyes of God,
it's a goddamn can of worms.
I got it.
- Hands of love.
- I've got it.
- Hands...
- Oh god help me.
That help
are a beautiful, silent prayer.
That is beautiful.
That is sickening, he'll love it.
And now it's time for the
Storytime quote of the day.
And it's a good one, friends.
I'd like to share it with you.
A helping word is like a prayer.
A helping hand is an
answer to that prayer.
Maestro.
The man is a genius,
what can I tell you?
Good morning, Pamela.
How's our star patient?
We're going to have you
out of here in no time.
I will examine you once more, Ms. Marotta.
Nicole Marotta.
Can you hear this?
Do you ever hear voices?
Do you ever hear ringing
or a banging sound
before you get angry?
Have you banged your head lately?
Series one, negative.
Say the word Massachusetts.
Massachusetts.
Say Methodist Episcopal.
Methodist Episcopal.
Methodist Episcopal.
Take a piss, you ass hole.
Series two, negative.
Nicole, I'm going to repeat
to you a familiar saying.
I'm sure you've heard it more than once.
And I want you to explain
it to me in your own words.
Okay?
A rolling stone gathers no moss.
Well, a rolling stone
doesn't need to gather moss.
He's a fucking millionaire.
What's he gonna roll downhill for?
Well how about this one?
People who live in glass
houses shouldn't throw stones.
Well, people who live in
glass houses, shouldn't...
Wait a minute.
You know.
They have to be careful.
People disappear every day.
Well, you should know the
meaning of that, Dr. Zymansky.
Yes I do, Pamela.
And how about this?
Out of the frying pan and into the fire.
Out of the frying pan and into the fire
is where you go when you don't
want to be eaten for dinner.
Well.
Ladies, I guess that's enough for today.
Ms. Marotta?
Can you hear me?
Nicky!
I keep the creeps away like that.
I got my own room at the Hopkins
where I was detained.
Though I can see why I always
end up in places like this.
It's my old man, you know?
He's fucked up.
I mean, he's a good guy and all, but,
he's wasted himself.
His brains are fried,
you know what I mean?
Got a match?
That figures.
Why'd your father throw you in here?
Now let me tell you something.
They can't wait to turn you
into a vegetable in this place.
That's why I gotta avoid,
'cause I ain't got much time.
I expect to live past 21.
That's why I gotta jam
it all in now, you know?
Figures, no fucking matches
in this place.
Hey, you taking your pills?
Now listen, don't.
Take the pills, you lose all your fight.
Fight's all you got, right?
Am I right?
Your father's a creep.
And you're too uptight to say shit.
It's 5:29 on a Tuesday morning
and Time Square's answer to Diogenes
is swinging his beacon
far out into the night,
looking for an honest man on Broadway.
♪ Looking for love on Broadway ♪
Thank you.
Johnny LaGuardia's the name.
WJAD is the station.
It's 94.7 on your FM dial.
I'll talk to you tomorrow.
God willing.
A poem for Nicky Marotta.
Tiny fossil bones, translucent skin,
billion year old eyes.
Dinosaur, you don't belong here.
They'll kill you for your tiny tusks,
put your ribs on my ladder, Nicky.
I'm so amazed.
I'm so amazed.
I saw in Women's Wear Daily.
David Pearl, 34,
recently appointed the head
the mayoral commissioner for Times Square
attired in a midnight blue tuxedo.
He rushed home from the opening of the Met
to catch Merv Griffin.
Seems Suzanne Somers was guesting
and young pro is an inveterate
jiggle vision addict.
Time to shut off the TV set, David.
Come see Times Square in the flesh,
not from the windows of your limo.
It's hot down here.
It's Haiti.
It's Rio at carnival time.
It's ripe, baby.
Get in touch with that place inside you
that craves slime more
than plastic, David,
and vitality more than manners, David,
and life more than television.
Good morning, Ms. Pearl.
Wake up hun.
Sit up.
Here, these are for you.
We're going to move you to
a private room this morning.
Ms. Marotta's been discharged.
Oh, hi.
- Hi, how you doing?
- Good morning Ms. Washington.
Sorry about the hurry but
we thought because of the circumstances.
Nicky, you want to just
have a seat there please?
So you couldn't find anything in there?
No, itsy bitsy tumor we
can blame or something?
As far as the staff is concerned,
she deliberately creates disturbances
in order to manipulate her environment.
So the next step is Rockland State then.
Oh.
Hey Nicky?
Nicky!
♪ Twenty-twenty, twenty-four hours to go ♪
♪ I wanna be sedated ♪
♪ Nothing to do, nowhere to go home ♪
♪ I wanna be sedated ♪
Hey!
♪ Hurry, hurry, hurry,
before I go insane ♪
♪ I can't control my fingers,
I can't control my brain ♪
♪ Oh no, oh-oh oh-oh ♪
♪ Twenty-twenty-twenty-four hours to go ♪
♪ I wanna be sedated ♪
♪ Nothing to do, nowhere to go home ♪
♪ I wanna be sedated ♪
Yes, someone just
sent the lab reports up.
Somebody stop her!
Security on 11.
♪ Twenty-twenty-twenty-four hours to go ♪
♪ I wanna be sedated ♪
♪ Nothing to do, nowhere to go home ♪
♪ I wanna be sedated ♪
♪ Just put me in a wheelchair
and get me to the show ♪
♪ Hurry, hurry, hurry, before I go loco ♪
♪ I can't control my fingers,
I can't control my toes ♪
♪ Oh no, oh-oh oh-oh ♪
♪ Twenty-twenty-twenty-four hours to go ♪
♪ I wanna be sedated ♪
♪ Nothing to do, nowhere to go home ♪
Ow!
♪ I need love, love to ease my mind ♪
♪ I need to find, find
someone to call mine ♪
♪ But mama said you can't hurry love ♪
♪ No you just have to wait ♪
You okay?
Yeah, I think so.
All right, no bumps or bruises?
I gotta change.
Yeah, give me that coat.
Here.
♪ No matter how long it takes ♪
♪ But how many heartaches must I stand ♪
♪ Before I find a love
that lets me live again ♪
♪ Right now the only thing
that keeps me hanging on ♪
♪ When I feel my strength,
yeah, it's almost gone ♪
♪ I remember mama said ♪
Hey, you're really sick of what?
Well, I don't know really.
See, the doctors,
they won't tell me what's wrong with me.
Sure. They ain't never going to
tell you what's wrong with ya.
I get my revenge,
I'm not gonna tell them
what's wrong with them either.
Keep them happy.
♪ I grow impatient for
a love to call my own ♪
♪ And when I feel that I, I can't go on ♪
- Down!
- Down!
♪ These precious words
keeps me hanging on ♪
♪ I remember mama said ♪
♪ Can't hurry love, no
you just have to wait ♪
♪ She said love don't come easy ♪
♪ It's a game of give and take ♪
♪ How long must I wait
how much more can I take ♪
♪ Before loneliness ♪
♪ 'cause my heart, heart to break ♪
♪ I gotta wait ♪
This one has a good smell.
The zombie girl is the daughter
of the boy wonder at the mayor's office,
and she's missing.
Who else is onto this?
No one.
We are going to do everything ourselves
because we know better
than them what we want.
We'll show that we are
human beings and not dogs.
Nicky, I'm not afraid.
Afraid of drowning?
No.
Good.
I know just the place for us.
Come on, huh?
There's tons of these dead trunks in here.
Just look at all this junk.
Probably should sell these for profit.
We can blast these open too.
Lot of sleaze in here.
The sleaze sisters.
Look Pam, the sink works.
Pammy, look!
It's a fucking bathtub!
Hey, a back porch.
Come on, Pam.
Now I see.
Why didn't I realize it before?
God, let me see!
Don't you realize?
This is it!
This is the place!
I'll show you, watch this.
Bad blood, now give me yours.
Come on, don't worry.
I ain't going to hurt you, just relax.
See?
That's all.
Now, I want you to listen to me.
You ever feel like freaking,
when you get panicky, shaky,
I want you to call my name.
Just scream it!
Scream it as loud as you can.
You know, like this.
Pammy!
Pammy!
Nicky!
Louder.
Nicky!
Pammy!
Nicky!
Pammy!
- Nicky!
- Pammy!
- Nicky!
- Pammy!
- Nicky!
- Pammy!
- Hello Mrs. Washington.
- Hi, how are you?
- Come this way.
- Thank you.
Please, let's just stick
to demonstrable facts.
The young woman is dangerous.
She has a record.
She carries a weapon.
She's an incorrigible delinquent.
She's angry.
With all due respect. Ms. Washington,
I think we can say she's
more than just angry.
You would be more than
just angry too, Mr. Pearl
if you've been abandoned
as many times as Nicky has.
Look, I am sure that her childhood
was an absolute disaster,
but that's not the point.
This young woman has
been arrested four times
in the last 12 month period.
We don't know that she
kidnapped your daughter.
Witnesses say that your daughter
went along with her on her own.
Look, Lieutenant. I don't
give a about your witnesses,
I know my daughter.
- David.
- She would not run away.
David, try to relax.
Look, Jack, you were relaxed,
plenty relaxed when
she left that hospital.
Now I'll relax when I find her,
when we find her.
About these pictures,
I'd like to hand them out to the press.
It will help in our investigation.
We will do whatever we have to do,
whatever is necessary.
Pamela's safety comes first.
Please, one step at a time.
Okay.
Apparently some dear Abby
type just came on the radio
and announced that the daughter
of the mayor's commissioner
to clean up Times Square is a runaway
in the city.
- Jesus Christ.
How the hell did they get that?
Look, let's just try to remember
that we are walking through a minefield.
And I'm not speaking for myself.
Believe me, I will resign tomorrow
if that's what's called for.
But today I am still a public
servant in the public eye,
soliciting millions of dollars.
And this makes Pamela's
situation extremely vulnerable.
Well it's out now.
Maybe we can use it.
The evening lies spread
out against the sky,
like a patient etherized upon a table.
I have measured out my
life in coffee spoons.
Still sounds like bullshit to me.
Nicky, what about songs?
What about the roses in the hospital?
What about take a piss you asshole?
That's poetry.
But it don't rhyme.
It doesn't have to.
It doesn't have to fit in a book.
Nicky, everything you
do or you say is poetry.
At least I think so.
Nah.
Yada yada yada yada yada.
Give us a break, Jesus H. Christ,
the guy is on the air!
Out, out!
Out.
What?
It's in my contract.
I can break in at any time
with a timely and important announcement.
Not on the seven o'clock news.
This is news.
This is lies, filler and chatter.
This is going to get you fired.
Out.
The mayor was
meeting with local sanitation.
Police and municipal leaders...
Make me live.
We interrupt this newscast
with a flash bulletin.
This is Johnny LaGuardia from WJAD
bringing you the latest
on the Pearl kidnapping.
Now I don't know who kidnapped who,
but runaways, can you hear me?
Tune in to me because I'm tuned into you.
And I'm tuned into the big lie
about the medical attention
you two need so desperately.
A Storytime reporter has seen your records
from New York Neurological.
And what they boil down to is this.
There's nothing medically
wrong with either one of you.
Well, figure it out for yourselves because
either those doctors don't
know what they're doing
or they're lying through their teeth.
The most important thing
the truth squad found out
is that you two sweethearts
have a favorite song.
♪ She spent the whole of last summer ♪
♪ Looking out for a six foot two ♪
♪ She gave them all a good chance ♪
♪ She was cool so she told em what to do ♪
♪ What she needs is a real special guy ♪
♪ And if you knew her you
would never wonder why ♪
♪ When you see her now you
see her with a six foot two ♪
♪ Oh ♪
♪ She never takes a chance ♪
♪ She doesn't need romance ♪
♪ Her love is ♪
This song always works.
I woke up, you were gone.
Turned it on, you came up.
I stole this.
You stole these?
Peanut butter.
Pretty good, flake.
Here comes a couple.
Here, get ready.
You're gonna take them, hurry up.
How you doing, sir?
♪ Shine your window for
a nickel or a dime, ♪
♪ I'll shine and give you time ♪
Hustle, Pammy.
Thank you.
No streaks.
Hustle!
Yo!
Yo!
What the fuck?
All right, step right up, step right up.
Who's betting, who's betting?
Now remember the money talks
and the bullshit walks.
The object of this game is
keep your eye on the red card,
cause red, you've read and
black, you slack like jacks.
You want to keep that
red card in your mind.
Now remember 10'll get
you 20, 20'll get you 40.
And 50'll get you a hundred dollar bill.
Keep that red card in your mind.
'Cause red, you're Fred
and black you lose,
you lose your shoes.
Come on, who's betting, who's betting?
I'm getting sick of shuffling these cards.
Maybe I'm bored, go deal for that card.
Come on, I wanna see some money.
Who's betting, who's betting?
Oh, here's a little lady with some money.
You look lucky, you look like a winner.
- Thank you.
- Just slap a 20 on me.
I got a feeling about
you, pretty white girl.
All right, now I cover
that, now which one is it?
Yeah take a pick, which one is it?
That's your choice then.
Shit, slick, you lose!
You lose the 20!
You're supposed to win,
what's wrong with you?
I want her to win and she want to lose.
I'm forced to reappropriate
my lonely shutdown sister's game.
- What are you doing?
- You see, I sticks em
on the provisal that they don't pull
this kind of shit.
Yo, man!
Yo, he stealing our money!
Let's see some ID, fellas.
Don't move a muscle, either one of you.
Come on, let's go, break it up.
Come on.
♪ You're so impressed ♪
♪ With the figures and the facts ♪
♪ You're so impressed ♪
♪ With the latest style ♪
♪ You tried your best ♪
♪ But you can't relax ♪
♪ You won't slow down before
you take it to the max ♪
♪ 'Cause you're innocent ♪
♪ Not guilty ♪
♪ Innocent, we'll let you go this time ♪
♪ Innocent, not guilty ♪
♪ You're so confused ♪
♪ With what comes up next ♪
♪ Honey you're so confused ♪
- Police officer.
♪ And you're so complex ♪
♪ You're so amused when
you're in the mood ♪
♪ When it comes to sex ♪
♪ You're using your special effects ♪
♪ 'Cause you're innocent, not guilty ♪
♪ Innocent, we'll let you go this time ♪
♪ You're innocent ♪
♪ Not guilty ♪
- Put it into high gear honey!
Plainclothes, let me through!
♪ You don't need no jury ♪
♪ You don't need no trial ♪
♪ We won't take no chances ♪
♪ We're gonna' ruin all the
records in the fingerprint file ♪
♪ You're innocent, not guilty ♪
♪ Innocent, we'll let you go this time ♪
♪ Innocent, not guilty ♪
Oh, we did it.
Come on.
There's nobody coming yet.
God, it's dead around here.
Do you have the gun?
Of course I have the gun.
Look, you just get them talking
so I could see if he's some kind of psycho
or off duty cop or something.
Just relax.
Watch me, I'm cool.
Okay.
Okay, here comes the guy.
Okay, get ready.
Okay, go.
Excuse me, sir.
Do you know where the Lyric Theater is?
Yeah, it's on 42nd street
between seventh and eighth avenue.
Is that it?
Well.
Do you know what time,
do you know what time it is?
- What time it is?
- All right.
Freeze, motherfucker or
I'll brain your blows out.
I mean it bitch, freeze!
What are you laughing at?
You said brain your blows out!
We'll most of it makes sense.
All right now look, I know this guy, okay.
And if he gives you a hard time,
you tell him to piss off.
All right?
I'll be waiting for you outside.
And don't think about it, just do it.
No marijuana in the club.
The studio, the lounges or the booth.
You've got a boyfriend, he stays outside.
We have no hospital plans, no insurance
and no social security.
Got no problems of any kind.
That will be satisfactory.
All right.
Dancing is 10 minutes.
Every half hour, you
waitress as you wanted
as you're topless.
I'm not dancing topless.
Not dancing topless?
And you want a job?
Yes.
Your friend Nicky tells me
you're 18 years old, is that true.
Yes.
Can you prove it?
Yes.
You want a job,
and you don't want to dance topless?
I like that.
Class, respect, I like that.
It's good for the club.
It's good for business.
I'ma take a chance with you.
Come on, hurry up, get into it already.
Stop looking at yourself.
Nicky, this looks so stupid.
No, it's going to look fantastic.
Look, there, cute little Harry,
it's gonna look good.
Besides, you made it.
You know, you should be doing this.
You're the brave one.
Look, I'm brave, but you're pretty.
I'm a freak of fucking nature.
Now come on, get into it already.
Nicky, I can't do this.
Poor me.
This is a fucking job, not some vacation.
There's no free lunch
like in the school cafeteria.
Ladies and gentlemen,
I'm proud to present at
the Cleo club tonight.
The one and only, the sensational,
the far out funky, hip,
ladies and gentlemen let's get
a big round of applause for
the foxy Miss Pearl.
♪ The night was not ♪
♪ And what you told me put me into shock ♪
Can I take your order?
♪ The night was not ♪
♪ As the sirens faded down the block ♪
♪ The night was not ♪
♪ And as you packed your
things I couldn't watch ♪
♪ But it isn't love that hurts so much ♪
♪ 'Cause the love in
me would give you up ♪
♪ In an illusion of love I was caught ♪
♪ No the night was not ♪
♪ No the night was not ♪
♪ Nanananana ♪
♪ Nananana ♪
All right, all right!
All right, shake that thing baby.
Oh, oh!
This is the letter in its entirety.
I was asked simply to read it on the air.
It is written in a firm,
round girlish hand
that I believe belongs to Pamela Pearl.
"Dear daddy.
I am not kidnapped.
I am me-napped.
I am soul-napped.
I'm Nicky-napped.
I am happy-napped.
Doctors, lawyers, Indian chiefs.
We are looking after ourselves
and having our own Renaissance.
We don't need antidepressants.
We need your understanding."
This is Johnny LaGuardia on WJAD.
The rhythm of
New York on the SM dot.
Hey!
Hey!
Hey!
Hey, Nicky.
Hey, watch this.
Yo, Nicky.
Watch this.
Hey, look at that.
Party, hey, party!
Come on!
Watch my foot.
Uh huh, I love it.
What you?
Oh, thank you.
Check it out.
Hey!
Oh, watch this!
Ha-yah!
Yah-hah!
I got you!
Yah!
Hey!
- How you doing?
- How you been?
Haven't seen you in a while.
How you doing?
Yeah Nicky and I are hanging around
having a good time.
House of psychotic women!
I'll give you one.
Yeah, I know.
Gonna do, ick!
What's that?
Come on.
Hey, hey, what you?
Get out of here!
Get out, get over!
That you?
Come on.
No sense makes sense.
The Sleeze Sisters?
Did you write this?
No.
Then somebody's taken our name.
Maybe somebody wants to be like us.
Yeah, it's like destiny, man.
More Sleeze Sisters.
Hi, Nicky.
Why, it's dead in here today.
I wrote a poem too.
It's not as you know, shit.
Read it to me.
Damn Dog by Nicki Marotta.
I can lick your face
and I can bite it too.
My teeth have rabies,
made to order for you.
I'm a damn dog.
No rhymes, no words,
just a taste for danger.
So I foam and chew the
hands off a stranger.
Damn dog, you feel my fever,
can you hear me howl?
I'm an evil genius,
you gotta throw in the towel.
Just a damn dog.
That's it.
Sucks, right?
You know, it's kind of like a song.
Ladies and gentlemen,
it gives me great pleasure to introduce
a special one time only attraction
at the fabulous Cleopatra
appearing with your regular
band, The Blondelles.
Words cannot express the
sheer unbelievability
of this performer and her material.
The New York and world premiere
of Aggie Doone!
One, two, one, two, three, four!
♪ I can lick your face ♪
♪ I can bite it too ♪
♪ My teeth got rabies ♪
♪ I'm gonna give em to you ♪
♪ Feed me, feed me ♪
♪ Can't you hear me howl ♪
♪ Feed me ♪
♪ I'm a damn dog now ♪
♪ Got a taste for flesh ♪
♪ Got a taste for danger ♪
♪ So I foam and chew ♪
♪ The hands off a stranger ♪
♪ Feed me, feed me ♪
♪ Can't you hear me howl ♪
♪ Feed me ♪
♪ I'm a damn dog now ♪
♪ Feed me, feed me ♪
♪ Feed me ♪
♪ I'm a damn dog ♪
♪ Feed me, feed me ♪
♪ Feed me ♪
♪ I'm a damn dog ♪
♪ Feed me, feed me ♪
♪ Feed me ♪
♪ I'm a damn dog ♪
♪ Feed me, feed me ♪
♪ Feed me ♪
♪ I'm a damn dog ♪
♪ Feed me, feed me ♪
♪ Feed me ♪
♪ I'm a damn dog ♪
You're live, Linda
Marconi from Fordham road.
I understand you've got
some pearls of wisdom.
Earth to
runaways, earth to runaways.
Never come in, never come in.
Shine on brightly, shine on brightly.
Over and out, over and out.
Shut it off.
I thought you should
know what we're up against.
Christ, the man's a case
of arrested development.
Mhmm.
You're going to love this part.
Times Square is my oyster.
I open it and find a pearl.
Could it be a cultured pearl?
Yo, David,
what about our debate?
I know you hate everything I stand for.
Well, here's your chance to put me down
like you did your daughter.
Jesus Christ.
When was this thing on?
Four a.m.
Luckily who's listening?
We got a call her saying
she's staring out her
window at Nicki Marotta
right now on the corner
of 43rd and eighth.
That's close.
I'm going over there.
What about the police?
No.
Down at the corner.
All right, later.
Take it easy.
Don't struggle.
I'm going to let you go in a minute.
Come on.
All I want to do is talk
with my daughter, all right?
I ain't telling you a thing, mister..
Look, she needs medical attention
and other things you
don't know anything about.
Yeah well if you're so smart,
how come you didn't stop her shakes?
- I did!
- All right, look,
you've done very well and
you ought to be proud.
But the time has come for this to stop.
Are you trying to con me, shitface?
Where is she, where is she?!
Why don't you hit me again huh?
Hit me with your fist!
You're a big man.
Come on!
Hit me again.
I don't like coming down so heavy
on this mental illness jargon.
It's a scare tactic.
The girl is dangerous.
That's what we've got
to get across to Pamela.
An open
letter to Pamela Pearl.
Pamela, I care about Nicky too.
Nicky is ill.
She has what is called
a thinking disorder.
Often she cannot tell truth from fiction.
That means she reacts
impulsively and violently.
Her tolerance for frustration is low.
She's dangerous to herself and others.
Auto theft is not all Nicky is wanted for.
She will probably face
manslaughter charges
in the drowning death
of her friend Sharon.
Enough is enough.
Get her to turn herself
in before she turns 17
and loses the benefits
of the juvenile system.
Sincerely, Rosie Washington.
Words are fucked.
Well, a lot of people died around me.
Ain't nothing new.
My mother died on me when
I was nine years old.
People dig dying on me.
Sharon.
She fucking OD's on me.
Try to fresh her up in a river.
Fuck, I don't know.
People disappear every day.
Maybe I should disappear too, huh?
You should stand and fight.
Hello out there, truth lovers.
The following unsolicited
message from Sleeze Incorporated
in no way represents the
editorial policy of this station.
But I love it.
Ms. Rosie Washington,
I'm sticking pins in your brain.
I'm mass slaughtering you with voodoo.
Can you hear the drum?
Can you feel the pain yet?
Faggot social worker.
Yeah, and Mr. Pearl.
I hate you with every
rotten tooth in my head.
Black eyes to you, fucking Nazi.
♪ Stick pins into you ♪
♪ Sleeze Sister voodoo ♪
Yes, father dear.
You wanna make Times Square as cold
as your icy eyes.
Why do you want to punish
people who aren't like you?
You know, at home, I've heard
you use these following words.
Spic, nigger, faggot, psycho.
Well, I just want you to
know your daughter is one.
♪ Spic, nigger, faggot, bum ♪
♪ Your daughter is one ♪
Dr. Zymansky, you cold-fart holy man.
You don't know anything
about what makes me tick
All you know about is sucking
up to important people,
right, fat buns?
Are you sending this out live?
Piss off.
Who d'you think you're kidding
with that shit-eating smile of yours?
You know what?
Your bedside manner makes
me whoof my cookies!
Gimme a barf-bag!
♪ Spic, nigger, faggot, bum ♪
♪ Your daughter is one ♪
Assholes, your time has come.
'Cause I'm a time bomb
and I'm gonna explode
all over you people!
♪ Spic, nigger, faggot, bum ♪
♪ Your daughter is one ♪
The Sleeze Sisters dedicate this
to Brian Jones,
and all the other
dinosaurs that got kicked
out of the band.
Hey.
Hey, those people know who we were.
What?
They know who we were.
We could be famous.
Look, you are aiding and abetting!
I know you know where she is!
Does she wants you to know?
She's a child, she
doesn't know what she wants!
Stay tuned to us.
We'll be keeping you updated.
Excuse me miss.
I can't help noticing your jeans.
Aren't those derrier bells?
Just tell me where she is.
You ever run away, Dave?
Yes, I know
what it means to run away.
You know what it means?
When did you ever have
to escape from anything?
Look, I'm not going to stay
civil with you indefinitely.
Maybe you should give some
thought to why she ran away.
Would you like to read some
of my mail on the subject?
Maybe you want to give some thought
as to why you're such a self-righteous
obnoxious little son of a bitch.
Ah, good.
Signs of life.
Where is she?
She's camping out under the stars.
Giving myself over to scary thoughts
and omens, and excess.
Where is she?!
Ooga wooga booga.
I'll kill you, you fucking bastard!
I'll kill you!
She's working at a place
called the Cleo Club.
♪ Sugar Plum Fairy came
and hit the streets ♪
♪ Looking for soul food
and a place to eat ♪
♪ Went to the Apollo ♪
♪ You should've seen them go, go, go ♪
♪ They said, hey, sugar ♪
♪ Take a walk on the wild side ♪
♪ I said, Hey, babe ♪
♪ Take a walk on the wild side ♪
♪ All right, huh ♪
♪ And the colored girls go ♪
♪ Doo do doo do doo do do doo ♪
♪ Huh ♪
♪ Jackie is just speeding away ♪
♪ Thought she was James Dean for a day ♪
♪ Then I guess she had to crash ♪
♪ Valium would have helped that bash ♪
♪ I said, Hey, babe ♪
♪ Take a walk on the wild side ♪
♪ I said hey honey ♪
♪ Take a walk on the wild side ♪
♪ And the colored girls say ♪
♪ Doo do doo do doo do do doo ♪
Old ladies dance.
♪ Doo do doo do doo do do doo ♪
It's okay.
Hey will you move
that truck out of here?!
Come on, move it will you?
♪ Can I touch you ♪
♪ Are you out of touch ♪
♪ I guess I never noticed that much ♪
♪ Geranium lover, I'm live on your wire ♪
♪ Oh come and take me whoever you are ♪
Nicky!
Hurry up.
♪ She's a lot like you ♪
♪ The dangerous type ♪
♪ She's a lot like you ♪
Look at this place.
♪ Come on and hold me tight ♪
♪ She's a lot like you ♪
♪ The dangerous type ♪
♪ Oh she's a lot like you ♪
Haha, look at this.
This isn't one of your best ideas.
Aw, come on, man.
Come on, help me with this.
Bottom quick, hurry up.
Pick it up from the bottom, watch.
Alright.
Tip it.
You just tell me when, okay?
Okay.
Okay, now.
♪ Ooh can I take you
out for awhile, yeah ♪
Right near a bunch of people!
Did they shit?
Come on, get back.
- Ah, we made them shit!
- Oh my gosh.
Wow, we gotta get outta here real fast.
Apathy, banality, boredom, television.
But a new iconoclast has come to save us.
It's the Sleeze Sisters.
It's Nicky and Pamela.
Go to it, girls.
♪ She's a lot like you ♪
Lots of letters and lots of calls.
Lots of sightings about our
little Loch Ness monster.
You are live.
Hello, Johnny?
Pamela Pearl was in my
class at Dawkin School.
Uh huh?
She never did one thing wrong.
I think she's dead
and this is someone else.
Shit man, what's going on?
Oh, shit I can't believe
it, man, it's them.
Who?
The Sleeze Sisters, man.
Somebody'll pay!
The need is there, girls.
The city is ready.
The switchboards are jammed.
You could do anything you want.
Keep doing it for all us stay-at-homes.
♪ She's a lot like you ♪
Let it be passionate.
Or not at all.
Hey, drop everything.
Join the Sleeze Sisters.
Get it?
Now?
No, no wait no.
Soon as we get a little more famous,
I'm gonna get me a band.
Real amplified, I'm gonna play everywhere.
I'll play in fucking Times Square.
I don't see why we need to be famous.
Don't you get it?
Once you're famous, then
you can't just disappear.
Why don't you listen to me?
Listen, slick.
You know a lot of things.
I only know one thing,
and it is that they're
going to see who I am.
Come on, let's get to work.
You're not listening to me!
Hello?
Daddy?
Pamela.
Are you okay?
I haven't slept a wink since you left.
I'm sorry that I, that I couldn't...
Do you want to come home?
No, I can't.
Not yet.
Nicky needs me.
She...
Pamela.
Make it soon, huh?
I'll be here.
Nicky, we're
going to crash somehow.
Right.
But let's go down flaming.
Let's do the fucking concert.
Nicky, get serious, that's Times Square.
First we got to drop all shitload of TVs
'cause that's our trademark now.
You know, we're lucky we
haven't hurt anybody so far.
We're not doing it any more.
Okay, frig the TVs, I got a better idea.
Get the Blondelles
and we'll go down to the
station late at night.
We pull out knives and we'll take it over.
We'll free the fucking air waves.
What about Johnny?
He joins us or we take him hostage.
Either way, he's going to be famous.
Famous?
He doesn't care about fame.
He's different.
Yeah?
Well I think you got the hots for him.
You know, you can be so ridiculous.
You think I'm an ignorant moron.
Don't be stupid.
Okay, so now you think I'm stupid.
You are being stupid.
I'ma go practice with the Blondelles.
Yeah.
Yeah, I'm telling you,
waiting for you right now.
Yeah, just for you.
It's a, what do you call it, an exclusive.
Yeah.
Fucking asshole.
♪ The night was not ♪
♪ As the sirens faded down the block ♪
♪ Oh night was not ♪
♪ And as you packed your
things I couldn't watch ♪
♪ But it isn't love that hurts so much ♪
♪ 'Cause the love in
me would give you up ♪
♪ In an illusion of love I was caught ♪
Nicky, is that you?
Nicky?
I got a knife.
I got a can of mace too.
And a gun.
I got rhythm, I got music.
I got a bottle of vodka, can I come in?
Sure.
Hi.
This place is a mess.
That seems to be the point.
That's for you.
Thank you.
Where's Nicky?
Well, she's out practicing
with The Blondelles.
Oh, because she phoned me.
♪ Down in the park ♪
♪ Where the mach-men meet the machines ♪
♪ And play 'kill-by-numbers' ♪
♪ Down in the park with
a friend called five ♪
♪ I was in a car crash or was it the war ♪
What's it like with Nicky?
I mean she's a pretty wild lady.
Do you have fights and stuff?
I'm not a zombie girl anymore though.
♪ Down in the park ♪
♪ Where the chant is death, death, death ♪
♪ Until the sun cries morning ♪
♪ Down in the park with friends of mine ♪
Just a little bit.
How cute.
It's like TV!
It's like a television commercial.
Phone calls home to grandma?
Talk to someone you love.
How perfect.
I want to tell you something, Nicky.
You want to tell me something?
I want to tell you something!
Fucking slimy do-gooder.
You're so full of yourself
that you're bloated!
I know you fucking called
my fucking caseworker, man,
you know that?
We hate you!
This is a setup.
We used you, get out of here!
Get out of here!
Take your Times Square trip!
You're choking on, you disgusting scumbag!
And you make Pammy puke
too with your jerkoff show.
She told me.
I think you better go now.
And you too, barbie doll,
you goody two shoes!
This is my place!
You're only visiting!
Out, out, get the fuck out!
I'm not leaving you, Aggie.
Get out of my place!
Get out of here, you were just visiting!
Out, out!
♪ Pissing in a river ♪
♪ Watching it rise ♪
♪ Tattoo fingers ♪
♪ Shy away from me ♪
♪ Voices voices ♪
♪ Mesmerize ♪
♪ Voices voices ♪
♪ Beckoning sea ♪
♪ Come, come ♪
♪ Come, come back ♪
♪ Come back, come back ♪
♪ Spoke of a wheel ♪
♪ Tip of a spoon ♪
♪ Mouth of a cave ♪
♪ I'm a slave, I'm free ♪
♪ When are you coming ♪
♪ Hope you come soon ♪
♪ Fingers fingers ♪
♪ Encircling thee ♪
♪ Come, come ♪
♪ Come, come, come ♪
♪ Come, come, come for me, oh ♪
♪ My bowels are empty ♪
♪ Excreting your soul ♪
♪ What more can I give you ♪
♪ Baby I don't know ♪
♪ What more can I give you ♪
♪ To make this thing grow ♪
What the fuck is wrong
with me?
I'm king of
the mountain up here.
And you know, friends looking
down night after night,
I get a proprietary
feeling about Times Square.
My people down there.
My domain, it feeds me.
There's something I want to say!
Put me on the radio!
Live, right now!
And you watch it!
Maybe you ought to tell me
what you want to say first.
You fucking, little stray!
I'll pulverize you!
Times Square with
the emphasis on the square.
I say come on down.
Time to shut off.
Okay, we're gonna do it.
Sammy, give her a mic,
plug her into an amp.
Right, move!
Now, Nicky, I'm going to
give you a 10 second cue.
When I wave my arm in the air,
you are on the air.
This is Johnny LaGuardia.
We have a unexpected guest in the studio.
Her name is Nicky Marotta.
She has a statement to make.
Hi, fans.
Aggie Doone here.
I got something I wanna say.
I ain't sure what it is yet.
Just stick around.
My heart
is pumping.
My foot,
is running.
My head,
is hurting.
It's hurting me.
I never told you
everything.
I never said the stuff I should.
I was chicken to tell you!
I never thought I could.
Find me!
Help me!
Save me!
Can you hear me?
Can you feel me out there?
Pammy!
I'm calling you, Pammy!
Pammy!
Pammy!
Pammy!
She's right here, she's resting.
The medication was very light.
Nonetheless, she is very, very quiet, now.
Jojo, it's me.
What happened to you?
I'm okay.
Just a little tired.
I think I'm a little tired.
Nicky, look at me.
What did they do to you?
Nothing.
I'm under control now.
I'd walk into the ocean
if they told me to.
Hey, you're a damn dog.
No sense makes sense, right?
It's me, slick.
Come on, we're the Sleeze Sisters.
You did this to her.
- Pamela, you-
- Get off of me!
You only care about yourself, you faker.
If feels like I give myself
away every day for a living.
You give other people away for a living.
I hate you.
Come on.
This is my father's office.
Hello, WKVL.
Yeah, well I'm not repeating
this so get this straight.
This is Nicky Marotta,
the famous murderer and entertainer.
I'm throwing a concert
tonight in Times Square
to celebrate my escape
from mental illness.
Don't miss it, asshole.
Tonight, that's
right, I said tonight.
My little cousin, Nicky
Marotta will be in Times Square
and she wants all the Sleeze cousins.
The young woman sought
in the Pamela Pearl kidnapping case
is rumored to be putting
on a free concert tonight
on 42nd street.
When asked, police commissioner reports-
There's going to
be one big party tonight
in Times Square.
Tonight's the night
if you're a Sleeze Sister.
Check it out, midnight in times square.
Here's what Nicky Marotta says.
If they treat you like garbage,
put your body in a garbage bag.
If they treat you like a
criminal, black out your eyes.
What makes you think
it's going to happen?
Aggie's retired.
She'll be cool.
She ain't no fool.
She knows slick's going back to school.
That's right.
I want to do normal stuff.
I just want to be myself, Nicky.
So what's stopping you?
I'll just sit here and wait for the cops.
I can't be like you.
You're different.
You're a star.
Well I'll tell you one thing, slick.
We sure had them going for awhile.
I don't think it was such a bad life.
I wouldn't put it down.
Then will you do the concert?
Will you do it for all the
dinosaurs that disappeared?
I want to, Pammy.
Except I'll probably blow it.
I'm beat.
Valerie, what?
Are you planning to go out like that?
Everybody's wearing
this tonight, mother.
George, do you consider that a way
to go out on the street?
Come on.
George.
Where's the TV, Magda?
Where the hell is the TV?
Just a minute.
Okay.
You ready?
It's coming together.
A dollar each.
Yo, get a ice cold beer, a dollar each.
Dollar each, that's one dollar each.
Just a dollar each.
Sleeze bag there, one dollar.
One dollar for the Sleeze bags.
All right, give us Sleeze bag.
All right, yo sir, we got
Sleez Bags for a dollar.
One dollar for a Sleez bag,
you gonna buy a bag?
All right, sir, thank you very much.
What's being celebrated here
is the comeback of a
16 year old entertainer
called Aggie Doole.
AKA, also known as Nicky Marotta.
It's one minute to history.
This is Johnny LaGuardia
coming to you live
from the WJAD bird's-eye view perch
above a little place called Times Square.
Nicky!
Come on, it's her!
Nicky, Nicky, Nicky, Nicky,
Nicky, Nicky, Nicky,
Nicky, Nicky!
Go for it, go for it,
go for it, go for it,
go for it, go for it,
go for it, go for it,
go for it, go for it, go for it, go for it
go for it, go for it, go
for it, go for it!
Okay.
They tell me I'm crazy.
But the truth is
I just know bullshit when I see it!
All right, you got nothing to do
but scream your lungs out.
And play music!
Yeah that's me, Nicky Marotta.
You know what?
I like it up here!
I'm gonna stay up here
until they blow me away.
Now they might be able to blow me away.
But they can't blow all of youse away.
Even if they do, I don't give a shit.
'Cause I'm a damn dog!
♪ I can lick your face ♪
♪ I can bite it too ♪
♪ My teeth got rabies ♪
♪ I'm gonna give 'em to you ♪
♪ Feed me, feed me ♪
♪ Can't you hear me howl ♪
♪ Feed me ♪
♪ I'm a damn dog now ♪
♪ Damn dog me ♪
♪ Got a taste for flesh ♪
♪ Got a taste for danger ♪
♪ So I foam and chew ♪
♪ The hands off a stranger ♪
♪ Feed me, feed me ♪
♪ Can't you hear me howl ♪
♪ Feed me ♪
First cop that touches me
goes over the edge.
I mean it!
I've been rehearsing for
this for all my life.
Please.
Please, I just got one more thing to say,
one more thing!
Get lost!
I knew a girl named Pammy.
She taught me a lot of things about life!
She was real smart.
She knew a lot of things.
She knew one thing long
before I ever knew it.
That was that she was the best friend
I ever had.
♪ All I need is your precious love ♪
♪ Leaving me waiting ain't good enough ♪
♪ A thousand nights pass me by ♪
Come on, let's
go, let's go, let's move.
♪ How long ♪
♪ Can I go on ♪
♪ Please tell me now,
'cause I don't know how ♪
♪ Help me ♪
♪ I'm a lonely girl in
an empty world outside ♪
♪ Won't somebody keep me satisfied ♪
♪ We're two of a kind ♪
♪ Baby, baby, baby,
don't leave me behind ♪
♪ Love don't last forever,
it's only a dream ♪
♪ Keeping the fire burning,
if you know what I mean ♪
♪ It's easy to see ♪
Come on, ladies let's go, move it.
♪ How did I believe in you ♪
♪ Being a part of things that you do ♪
♪ You keep on saying we don't belong ♪
♪ Love is for losers, my love is wrong ♪
♪ How long ♪
♪ Can I go on ♪
♪ Please tell me now,
'cause I don't know how ♪
♪ Help me ♪
♪ I'm a lonely girl in
an empty world outside ♪
♪ Won't somebody keep me satisfied ♪
Keep walking now, girls.
Keep walking now, come on.
♪ Baby, baby, baby,
don't leave me behind ♪
♪ Love don't last forever,
it's only a dream ♪
♪ Keeping the fire burning,
if you know what I mean ♪
♪ It's easy to see ♪
♪ Baby, baby, baby,
don't tell me goodbye ♪
♪ Help me ♪
♪ I'm a lonely girl in
an empty world outside ♪
♪ Won't somebody keep me satisfied ♪
♪ We're two of a kind ♪
♪ Baby, baby, baby don't leave me behind ♪
♪ Love don't last forever,
it's only a dream ♪
♪ Keep the fire burning
if you know what I mean ♪
♪ It's easy to see ♪
♪ Baby, baby, baby help me ♪
♪ Nothing lasts forever ♪
♪ Of that I'm sure ♪
♪ Now you've made an offer ♪
♪ I'll take some more ♪
♪ Your loving baby ♪
♪ Oh so mean ♪
♪ Will I still survive ♪
♪ The same old scene ♪
♪ In our lighter moments ♪
♪ precious few ♪
♪ It's all that heavy weather ♪
♪ We're going through ♪
♪ When I turn the corner ♪
♪ I can't believe ♪
♪ It's still the same old movie ♪
♪ That's haunting me ♪
♪ Your loving baby ♪
♪ Oh so mean ♪
♪ Trying to revive ♪
♪ The same old scene ♪
♪ Your loving baby ♪
♪ So extreme ♪
♪ Maybe we should try ♪
♪ The same old scene ♪
♪ Nothings last forever ♪
♪ Of that I'm sure ♪
♪ Now you've made an offer ♪
♪ I'll take some more ♪
♪ Nothings last forever ♪
♪ Of that I'm sure ♪
♪ Now you've made an offer ♪
♪ I'll take some more ♪
♪ Nothings last forever ♪