Tonight! The Charlie Manson Band by Michael Beiriger

Author:Michael Beiriger
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Published: 2012-10-29T04:00:00+00:00

Stormy Monday

1947 T Bone Walker

September 25, 1969

9:00 pm.

Manson, Steve, and Spence walked up the stairs to Marv’s third floor apartment in Studio City. It was 9:00 pm, and Manson figured it would be a good time to find Marv at home.

Charlie knocked on the apartment door solidly. No answer. There was no sound at all from inside the apartment. He knocked again.

This time, he heard Marv’s girlfriend answer from far inside. “Who is it?”

He knocked once more. Now, from just behind the other side of the door, they heard “Who’s there?”

“It’s Charlie Manson. I need to talk to Marv.”

Maxie opened the door a crack, and the three tried to push it open - but Maxie had left the chain on. It pulled tight with a thwack sound.

“Oh! Hi, Charlie. Sorry – I was in bed.” She cloaked her robe tight around her throat. Maxie saw the two other men and felt her anxiety increasing. “Marv’s not here – he’s at the office.”

“Office? What office?” Manson demanded. “Since when?’

“We – we just got it two days ago. He’s there now, still getting it together. It’s on Santa Monica – I’ll go get the address.”

“That’s OK, girl, we’ll just wait for him here. It’s late. I’m sure he’ll be coming back soon.” He reached his hand in the crack of the open door and tried to unhook the chain from the jamb. If a chain was too long, sometimes it could be unlatched from outside.

“No! No – Charlie! – I’m not dressed or anything! It’s not a good time.” She was way scared now, and pushed on the door until Manson pulled his hand back. “Last night, he didn’t even get back until 1 am. Please! Go down to the office if you need to see him.”

She heard the men whispering on the other side of the door, Manson’s voice the most insistent.

“All right, what’s the address?” he demanded. She scurried over to the table, brought back a piece of paper, and shoved it into his hand.

“OK, sweetie, we’re gonna go over there right now. Call him and tell him to wait for us.”

“I can’t, Charlie. The phones aren’t even hooked up yet.”

“Shit!” He thought for a second. “OK – if we miss him, we’re coming back. Tell him I want my advance.”

“Advance?” she asked. “OK. ‘You want your advance’ - got it!”

The three men turned to leave, and Maxie shut the door. She checked the locks again, trembling, and began to cry. She didn’t want any part of this business anymore. Marv had become like a different person since he started this whole trip, and she sensed that Charlie and his people were capable of awful things. She sat on the couch and laid her head on her arm, crying. Marv was so focused on this thing – but he said that’s the way it had to be in the beginning. Part of her knew that was right, but Marv was behaving like a mad scientist whose lab was only a car and a phone.

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