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David Johansen, a medio travestir, entra en la habitación de Johnny.

DAVID: Johnny, Johnny, Come on, wake up!

JOHNNY: Oh! David, Shit! Go to hell!

DAVID: Johnny, Billy ‘s dead.

JOHNNY: That fucking junkie.

DAVID: Johnny, hear me. Do you hear me?

JOHNNY: Please Dave, Dead you!

DAVID: Yesterday, he enjoyed it too much. Billy!

JOHNNY: Fucking junkie.

DAVID: What can we do now?

JOHNNY: Fucking asshole.

DAVID: Johnny, what can we do, what are we going to do now?

JOHNNY: I don’t know, David. I don’t know. We can go back to New York.

DAVID: New York?

JOHNNY: London?

DAVID: London? Why?

JOHNNY: I don’t know, David. I don’t know. We can go shopping.

DAVID: You’re crazy.

JOHNNY: No, Dave. I just... I just have a song round my head. I can’t sleep.

JOHNNY se levanta y rasga su guitarra sin sacar más que ruido.

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