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I couldn't see as I rolled in.

The ships were gone and I've been building.

A funeral bell called the iron.

A lonesome drunk, this is the land.

Not a twang of a guitar.

The sound of your blue string coffee bar.

But even the shadow of your side.

Thank you.

Thank you.

I hear the shout but I don't feel no

pain

I see movement of flashing feet.

The corner shops with a seat of tea.

We're living the life that we're in need.

No giving down on HP students.

Now the RV van leads for the train.

There's some trombone and some ring brain.

The future points...

in the shop.

so so

Okay, then.

I'll be going.

To be seeing you.

Strut!

Remember to clear out that shed.

Yeah.

And just throw all that stuff away.

Okey-dokey, then.

I'll be going.

No fooling around, you two, huh?

Frank, you left the car all locked up.

I'm catching a cold waiting here.

I don't know what the big deal is about them knowing about us. Jeez.

I forgot to open this shit door. Why didn't you remind me? What? You kidding?

No big thing, friend. Just get out and open it.

Shut up, stupid.

I don't wanna.

Crazy is what you are.

Jesus. You're calling long distance, huh?

What do you want, Frank?

I want you to open the shit door I forgot.

What?

You do it, Frank.

I'm not dressed to be out here.

You do it, dammit. I don't know where the key is. I had a hard night. You do

it. I don't just... You fucking do it.

Fuck you.

Fuck you.

What a dweeb.

And since he brought that cellular phone, he thinks his what's-his-name on

Hawaii Five-0.

Frank's kind of rough to work for, huh?

He's a cheap, obnoxious bastard.

So, Stretch, I think you're finished for now.

I'll stock the coolers.

No, that's too hard for you. No, I did it a million times already.

Enough of the creeps making you clean out his shed. You should be paid.

Wait.

You hear music playing right now?

the oddest times.

Ruthie, come here, quick, quick. They're bringing the old girl out.

Yippee!

Bullseye.

Oh, I'll never grow tired of watching that. It picks me up the whole day.

Look at the patience of the daughter as she cleans her off.

Oh my God, I think I'd let the daft old thing wear the porridge.

Ruthie, make us disappear.

Now.

No, it's okay.

He can't see us, Liz. I want him to.

Okay, however you are, breathe away. Fuck you.

My what?

I was right in the middle of a solo, too.

Little shit. Honey, I gotta get out of here. I need some sleep. Yeah, me too.

Hey, fuck Frank.

Hey, I scored some pretty good shit, though.

I like this chair.

I could give this to Marty.

Who's Marty?

He's my landlord.

He wears a shot-skin suit. She must have seen him around.

Oh, man.

You don't mean that beat-bop jazz boat dude who looks like he sleeps in his

clothes with two-tone shoes and shit?

Yeah, that's him.

I seen him around. He always looks like he's in a bad mood or something.

I don't know him that good yet.

I don't know. I think he's sort of... I don't know.

So you gonna take the chair?

Yeah. All right. I hope you carry it home.

This is it.

This is where you live?

Yeah, I live upstairs.

You live alone?

Yeah, why?

No reason.

So... Where do you want me to put it?

Well, just leave it with me.

I want to give it to Marty.

He's probably still sleeping. He won't wake up till late.

Hey, Marty's kind of a wacko. I've seen him.

What, you don't like this tie?

No, I like this tie.

Yeah, you want some nutrition, Dolphy?

Yeah, me too.

Oh, Christ, man, I'm so tired. I could go right back to sleep.

Here.

Oh. Oh.

Morning, Martin.

Are you just waking up?

Uh, yeah.

Hi there, Mrs. Cleary.

I thought if this was the 10th anniversary of your father's death, I

might have seen you at mass this morning.

Yeah, well, I thought about it last night, you know, but I must have fallen

asleep. I'll drop by later, light a candle.

I lit one on your behalf, and mine.

You think of everything, don't you, Mrs. Cleary?

Everyone's gone, eh?

Everyone's passed on. My Jack, your Ma and Dad.

So many others.

I suppose I'm dwelling on their memories.

On them too much.

No, not at all. Not at all.

They haven't entirely gone either.

I know that. I feel that.

Does that seem crazy to you?

Well, you're asking the wrong person about crazy, but no, I don't think so.

Martin, I feel I should say something on behalf of your folks.

It's become of you of late, eh?

You sleep all day and night. You have the look of a lost child.

And when was the last time you was out of the house? That's not good.

You're not all that fond of the world, are you?

Not fond?

No, no. Not at all.

Well, not all that fond, I guess.

But you know how it is.

You don't have a lot of money.

Not very good at making friends.

Playing the kind of music nobody wants.

Look at the time. It's half past twelve.

My sister will be here soon.

She's taking me out to that mall in Westlake.

4.30.

Fuck, I got a piano student coming in half an hour.

I gotta move this chair.

Bye.

Yeah, it's open.

Hey, pops.

Hey, Tony.

How you doing, man?

Hope you carved out a little time for some practice.

Sure, I tried anyway.

I feel pretty copacetic about my jobs.

And that mug take you gave me? Man, I never heard such crazy sounds. No shit.

Yeah, that's it.

Now you cook it.

Yeah.

Wait, wait, wait.

Move over.

Okay. Now I'm going to play the left hand.

You just throw it down with your right.

Okay? Stay with me.

Concentrate.

Hey, Marty.

Huh?

Are you OK, man?

Wow.

We really had something going there.

Take it from the top, kid.

This will never do.

It's barely better than the Shed. The view is worse, and the piano player

stinks. When do we get to play some Cecil Taylor?

Oh, you've got a long ways to go yet, Tony. You've got to practice first.

Then we'll see about Cecil Taylor.

Okay. Catch you later.

Good thing.

Catch you.

be ready for Cecil Taylor same day I do an album for Blue Note.

Hey, Darby.

Africa?

Africa.

Not in Tunisia?

Hey, somebody there?

Who's there?

Come on, scumbag.

It's working. He's coming down the stairs.

I remember him. His name, whatever is his name.

Oh, shit.

Shit? Mr. Shit?

Hey, who's there?

Come on, who is it?

Marty.

Marty.

What?

There's no one here.

Upstairs, Martin.

Go on.

Jesus.

Jesus. Please, Martin.

I'm so cold. Take the rocking chair upstairs.

What the fuck?

Move back from him, child.

You're making him faint.

If this has got anything to do with something I might have said about Woody

Herman... I take it all back, man.

I didn't mean it, okay?

Take the chair upstairs,

Martin. Holy shit.

Take the stupid chair upstairs,

Martin.

Sure.

Up.

Take the chair.

Up the stairs.

What's the matter?

Mind getting a little vacation here, Morty?

See anything spooky, Dolphy?

Dolphy... I think we got company.

Me too.

I want that!

Peek-a-boo!

Yeah.

Peek-a-boo from hell.

You're a child, right?

You look like a mushroom.

And you're dead or what?

Yes.

Oh, Jesus.

Oh, Jesus.

What about your friend?

Just here.

Oh, fuck.

Oh.

I must be completely nuts.

I've completely gone this time.

Or I'm still asleep, right?

All right.

All right, do what you want.

Go ahead, do whatever you want.

Well, you're dead, right?

Yes.

We are.

Dead.

Great.

That's just great.

Oh, get away. Get away from me!

You guys give off one hell of a chill, you know that?

The two of yous.

Sorry.

Do you remember me, Marty?

I think you were in my dream.

But I forget your name.

The details.

I'm Lily.

This little one here's Ruthie.

But you wouldn't know her.

I think I'm remembering now.

Yeah.

Over at the Rose of Erin.

Lily.

You had life enough in you for three people.

I had some good times in that bar of yours.

It's a long time ago now.

Yeah, I remember now.

People drank and sang together.

And they stopped.

They just stopped singing.

Christ is coming back to me.

Lily, you had a daughter.

And a jealous husband.

Really jealous husband.

Kathleen.

I miss my little angel.

He used to beat you.

Is that true?

Tom Malley told me when I came back home for a visit once.

We both saw you sitting alone in that back room.

I never saw you again.

They told me you'd... You'd gone.

Christ, it was all so long ago.

We came with that chair.

It's a part of us.

It's difficult to explain.

Been stored in dark places.

Yeah, we both passed on in that chair.

We bought the farm, checked out, sucked the dust, kicked the cans, stayed out

home, bit the big one, cashed in our chips with the Grand Reaper. Get it?

Yeah, I got it.

We croaked, split, splatted.

Okay, okay.

Now, Marty, with you here, we'd like more than anything to go

for a walk outside.

So, why don't you pick up the chair and let's go?

What?

You want to... What if I don't?

Or if I just hack that chair up into little pieces with a chainsaw.

Hmm. I never thought of that.

I don't know.

Do you think it matters if the chair is together or apart?

Cut it to pieces, if you like.

Make it easier for us to go for walks with it any time we want.

But the chair was a... like a kind of a gift, you know.

We can pull it apart now and put it back together again later.

We can wear pieces on our heads.

Hi Mrs. Cleary.

I'll explain to you what I know of Ruthie's story if you like. No, no, no,

let me guess.

She's the spawn of the devil.

Yippee!

See,

this chair we've got, she died in it long ago.

Her family ran a milliner's shop in the Mabel Road.

They did embroidery for rich folks.

They came from some other country, I don't recall.

Some place where they talk strange and drink thick coffee and wear bandanas on

their heads.

Bananas on their heads?

Anyway, she died of a fever.

And years later, I spied the chair in a jumble shop and bought it, not knowing

she was locked up in it somehow.

She was alone a terrible long time.

And then I died.

And here we are.

Does that make any sense?

No.

Not really.

Oh, my God.

What am I seeing?

You're seeing as I do, Marty.

As a ghost does.

As a ghost does.

There's the guys from the Harris ironworks

Oh, my God, there's my Aunt Opal.

Tom?

It's Tom Malley.

Oh, it's Jesus, Tom.

I feel sick.

It's hard enough thinking about even being reminded of these folks

without having to see them.

I had a dream like this once.

In fact, a number of times.

About all the people I've lost.

Figures you would.

But in my dream, the bodies of the dead were all stacked up like cords of

firewood.

Stacked quayside.

By the cranes and the docks.

Around the steps of churches.

That could be true as well, Marty.

I have no idea.

There goes Cap Dolan and Mr. Szabo.

Old drinking pals of my dad's.

Used to be one of my dad's favorite drinking places.

Wait a minute.

Wow.

It's my father.

Dead as the others, huh?

The pipes, the pipes are calling

What is this?

Pozo heaven?

Where are you guys?

Hey, it's Marty out there.

What the hell is he doing?

Help me out. I can't see you.

Yeah, that's the peep-up dude, all right.

It's like a piece of the chair I gave him.

What, did he break it already?

Is he nuts?

Hey, it looks like he's off his rocker.

Oh, shit!

Jesus, he scared the hell out of me.

Sheila, hello.

You OK, man?

You look awful.

Come on. Let me buy you a drink. No, no, no. I don't want a drink.

I gotta get these pieces home.

I gotta get home.

I'll help you.

You will?

You walk with me a bit?

I'm feeling kind of, you know, out to lunch.

Yeah, you do look a little discombobulated.

What the hell have you done to my present?

Hey, Marty.

So you finally got yourself a girlfriend.

Good for you, man.

Hey, Marty, where'd you find those shoes?

How far did you have to chase a nigger to get those shoes?

This town's full of assholes.

What am I doing here?

Hey, you're a couple of assholes, you know that?

Oh, yeah?

Yeah.

These are the pieces of that chair you gave me.

Yeah, I noticed.

It was a nice chair.

Thanks.

I guess.

Are you okay, man?

You're breaking my heart. You look so blue.

I've seen ghosts, Sheila.

Two of them.

Spirits as real as you or me.

They're around here someplace.

Oh, man, I saw a lot of dead people.

At least I think I did.

Let me get you a drink.

You got anything to drink around here?

Drink? Yeah.

Oh, over there.

So? So what?

So what about the chair?

And the whatevers?

I don't believe in ghosts or UFOs or voodoo or any of that kind of crap.

Why don't you just describe to me exactly what happened? I don't know what

happened.

I guess I must have just crossed the line.

To the other side.

Holy shit, what was that?

I don't like this.

Cut it out, Marty.

Wait, it's the spooks.

They came with a chair.

Shh, I'm getting out of here.

Sheila, where exactly did you get that chair?

I'm sorry, Marty. I just wanted to give you a present, all right?

I don't understand. What have the ghosts got to do with the chair?

Well, they did explain it to me, but I didn't completely get it. They talked to

you?

You drink all that gin in one gulp, you'll puke. No, I won't. Just give me a

break, okay?

Did we really just see what we just saw?

I guess so, yeah.

And you're not scared shitless?

I am, but then I'm not.

What am I gonna do? I don't know. I got no idea. I mean, do they come up to my

place or do they stay mostly down here with you? How am I supposed to know

that? They only just relocated. Well, how do we know they won't hurt us? I

mean... How big do they get?

Well, one of them's a woman, you know, and the other one's a little girl. Yeah,

I know that.

Well, now what do we do?

The summer's gone and all the roses falling.

It's you, it's you.

Must go and I must buy.

I've seen you many times.

Coming out of the Rose of Erin pub.

You delivered us from that bloody shack.

You've seen me?

But come to me, Danny, my Danny.

Say you love me, if dead I well may

be.

You'll come and find the place where I am

lying.

And kneel and kneel.

I used to hate sentimental songs.

But as I grow older... This isn't a fucking concert, you know. It's an

attempt at a sing-song.

So sing or whistle or do something.

Go fetch yourselves a pair of drinks.

I'd have one, but I'm off the stuff permanently.

Yeah, why's that?

Because I'm dead.

You fucking idiot.

Give us a tune, Marty.

Yeah, come on, Marty. Give us a tune.

Go on.

It'll be good for you.

Way down in a working town There the boys you might find

Some happy and some sad

And some drunk all around If the breeze is blowing in

from home And the door is shaking in the wind That's when the

boys will sing To the Rose of Erin

She waited for the new railroad Rode all night

to get into town

Jesus, what happened?

Looks like she remembered something.

Kind of a moody spook.

Fuck, I should have sung a different song.

She had a pretty fucked up life.

Her husband was the guy you work for now.

You mean Frank?

Asshole Frank?

Asshole Frank.

She's beautiful.

What was she doing with a bonehead like Frank?

Do you... Do you know her from before, from when she was living?

Oh, yeah.

Back years ago, I used to drink at the Rose of Aaron. She waited tables there.

We became friends.

I used to drink.

We used to talk.

Then I went away.

My dad wanted me to work on the boats, but I said, no way.

I went to Frisco for a while, hung out, played the clubs, trying to make a

living.

A couple years later, I came back, and Lily was completely different.

She wasn't even talking.

Frank used to beat her up.

Slammed her upside the head once too often.

I can believe that.

Bastard.

This is really fucking up my head.

Take it easy.

I don't know.

I don't know.

Marty?

Marty?

I gotta go.

Shh, quiet.

Don't be afraid.

My name's Lily.

This is Ruthie. We won't hurt you. Okay, okay, just hold there. Don't come any

closer. Do we make you feel cold? Should we move back a little? No, I don't feel

cold. I feel nuts and scared.

You're doing fine. You're taking all this very well.

I guess girls don't feel cold.

You know, Sheila...

There's so much I want to know about our bar.

I've heard men in the back lot saying the most amazing things.

It's true he doesn't have Irish music no more on weekends, isn't it?

No, I'm afraid not. Not by a long shot.

Stay a while.

Talk.

You can be here, lady.

Lily?

Could I see you?

Do you think that you could maybe see me as your lover

someday?

Please?

What? I like this idea.

What?

How did you... What are you talking about?

You and Sheila.

I like the idea.

Listen, Marty, Lily and I have been talking. We've got to get this chair

back to the bar and we'd better hurry because I should have been back at work

a long time ago.

I guess don't worry. What have I got to worry about?

Everybody we're hanging out with is dead.

Wait.

I don't want to go in there and see that bastard.

Well, I got no choice.

I gotta go in.

It's up to you.

Be a big help to Lily and to me.

Sheila, where the hell have you been?

I had a personal errand. Sorry.

Had to help someone.

What the hell's that chair doing there? I wanted it gone.

I'm taking it to be repaired. I'm a friend of Marty's.

What do you want, pal?

Marty, is it?

Want a beer?

Yeah.

And a glass?

All right.

I haven't been here in a long time.

Yeah, the last time was right after Jack Marinan's wake.

You're a son, aren't you?

Yeah.

You got a good memory.

I admired your old man.

He was the last of a dying breed.

That old rascal was a drinker and a stinker, yep?

Yep.

You know one thing I liked about Jack?

No one ever made him do anything he didn't want to do. He didn't take any

shit from anybody.

Not his boss, not his wife.

You know what he told me once?

He said, the only thing I never cheated on was my taxes.

He never made enough money to pay his tax.

Fucking bum.

I feel kind of a cold breeze.

It's the wind whistling through your ears.

Hey, Frankie, I'm still waiting for that Singapore sling.

You know, your old man was as Irish as Pally's Peak.

How come you look so much like a dago?

Say, Frank, I was remembering something the other day.

I remembered your wife.

Yeah, Lily, I don't talk about her much in the room.

Your wife.

Excuse me for asking, Frank, but what exactly happened to her?

Lily was sick a long, long time.

I did everything a man could do to help her.

She's been dead 15 years.

You know, she left me alone with this place.

There were hard times. I'm trying to make a better life for myself now.

Sheila, get your ass up here. You were supposed to start an hour ago.

Rotten, conniving, weak-minded bastard.

Always accusing me of cheating.

Look at this place.

Looks like a bleeding whorehouse.

You miserable dog-shite.

You low-life, spineless, murdering son of a bitch.

Who threw that glass?

Who threw that glass?

Where's the glass I gave you?

I don't know. Maybe I left it someplace. On the bar, maybe. Yeah, I left it on

the bar. See?

Somebody threw a goddamn glass.

And it came from this table because I saw it. And there ain't nobody here

except you, asshole.

Nobody threw a glass, Frank.

The glass fell off the shelf and hit the thing there and broke.

Shut the fuck up.

Get up, you creep.

I didn't throw anything, man. Come on.

You're making me trouble, Frank. Oh, yeah?

Get over yourself, Frank. I saw and nobody threw a glass.

What the

hell is this?

What's going on? Get in there, my buddy.

Shut this off, goddammit.

I'll try.

Ruthie, that's enough. Calm down now and come with us.

What's the matter with her? She looks awful.

Hey, Ruthie.

What's happening to Lily?

You guys have to help us. You have to help Lily, okay?

What should we do?

I'm supposed to take care of Lily.

And you're supposed to help us.

Okay, sure.

I was hiding from bad ghosts.

See?

I was all curled up like a little ball.

I was over there.

And over here is where he killed Lily.

That big guy, Frank.

He just smashed in here one day from inside the bar.

Lily was just sitting.

She was sitting and rocking.

So then, he picked her up and just... hit her.

Bam!

And he hit her again.

And she fell down.

There.

She hit her head.

She was making big things of blood from her head.

And she pulled herself up on the chair.

Then she was quiet.

And dead.

Sitting there.

You saw this happen?

Yeah.

I was here.

With the chair.

Now Lily's my friend.

Hey, what'd you do that for?

Frank can see the light in here and come and find us.

We should call the police.

No, no, not the cops yet, no.

They'll not believe you.

It was too long ago.

You know, Frank reminds me of a sadistic gym teacher who used to pick on me and

Eddie Flood in fifth grade.

What?

Always wanted to squash that fucker.

That bitch Sheila, you tell her to stay out of my way.

You tell her to come and pick up her things, because she's out of here.

She thinks everything's so fucking funny.

Tonight was her fault.

I can feel that.

Yeah, sure, I will, Frank.

I'll see you in the air.

Asshole.

I'm certain there's an old wood stove vent in the wall behind these boxes.

He was fond of hiding cash here.

Shit.

I can't feel a thing up here.

God damn it.

I'm gonna choke on this shit.

We should feel a cord or a hunk of twine. Keep going.

Wait a minute.

Wait a minute.

Wow.

Fucking look at that.

Leave it to Frank. Always crime broke.

Doesn't pay me for weeks, the murdering slobbo.

I hear strange noises coming from the bar.

Well, you locked up, goddammit.

Oh, you locked up, Frank.

Yeah, the lights, they're on.

Hey, man, do you want me to go get the cops?

Fuck.

What the fuck's going on in here?

Hold it!

Stop whatever the fuck you're doing.

What the fuck are you doing here, Sheila?

What the fuck?

My money!

My money!

You're out of my fucking... Get up against the fucking wall!

How did you know? How did you fucking know? I ought to shoot the both of you!

You've been watching me!

Frank, Frank, give them the money.

It goes to Kathleen.

Really? Marty, Sheila, leave us alone, please.

You want a drink or something?

This is going to be fun, huh?

You sh... You fucking cunt!

I should fucking shoot you!

Come here, okay, Mr. Marty? Come here and sit with me, okay?

I love you.

Hey, you want to calm down, Frank?

Try and center yourself.

Hey, think about a waterfall.

Shut the fuck up, goddammit!

Sheila, Marty, take the chair and go. Quick, quick. I'll meet you.

We had a great time, huh?

Now it's time to scram.

We gotta take this car.

We do?

Really?

Okay.

Okay, you have been ordered to take your first flight.

What's up?

It's okay, sport.

We're just gonna borrow the car, then we'll take you home. It's no problem.

Lost your goddamn mind, Frank? What's got into you here?

Lily's here. She's got the money.

She's back.

She's dead, Frank.

No, no, I thought I killed her, but she's... What?

Nothing. What? Nothing. Nothing.

Ah,

that was just grand.

Well done, fellas. Well done.

I lived under the fist of that monster for ten years.

Why, I'll never know.

Mostly to protect Kathleen.

I wonder, where does she live now?

It's only a chance, but... I once heard two old geezers mention she married a

boy from the South Side.

Name him Meyerosh.

Stephen Meyerosh.

I'll call telephone information, see if they're listed.

Yeah, it's worth a try.

I want you and Sheila to take half that money for yourselves.

No, no, no, I couldn't do that.

Well, you'd better do it, or I'll haunt you for the rest of your days.

You would?

Yeah, but not as I am now.

I'd be a frail, sickly thing with a screeching voice.

A spook that never got her own way.

There's a senior and a junior.

Must be the junior, right?

Why not you put the money in the mailbox?

This is five now you go go up

Thank you very much pleasure

What if they went to the wrong place?

I can't move my neck too good.

Jesus, what's the matter? Don't you like to be touched?

What?

No, no, it's not that.

Well, it's been a long time.

Well, how long?

Months?

Couple of months?

A year?

A long time.

Guess we better go home.

Unless you want to fly straight to Vegas and spend this money.

I don't know.

I'm really tired.

Well, you know, for once, I'm not.

I don't ever want to go back to my place again.

Well, take me to my place, then.

Big difference.

You haven't been there since I fixed it up. It's clean.

There's flowers and food and fresh sheets.

When was the last time you slept between fresh sheets?

Long time.

The way down in a working town, where the boys you might find.

Some happy and some sad,

with some drunk all around.

The trees are falling from the walls,

the doors shaking in the wind.

That's when the boys sing, the rules of heaven.

Well, she waited for the new bell to roll.

Rode on like to get in town.

You could see she was ready for a show.

She came waltzing around.

Who's that singing in the alley?

I spent the night on the floor.

She became a new sensation.

Everybody screamed for more.

The Judah from the mountains plain.

If faith was a lion, yeah, faith was the

same.

She put all the flowers at her door Sent by gangsters and candidates

How many thought she's living below Tapped her picture

like a saint Till one winter night in Chicago

She came in so blue

Oh, my.

She must have lost herself when you were leaving.

And clear the line of Germany.

Oh, the world is seeming down in old Hong Kong.

And the grip is leaked across the Chai Sea.

But the breeze is blowing from home.

The door is shaking in the wind.

Now that's when the boys are singing.

Lose your head.

When it's really late at night