Albino Alligator Page #2

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and, uh, he said he doesn't

need a ride home.

He'll be leaving any minute.

Oh, me? I'm just a friend. Uh-huh.

It was nice talking to you too. Bye.

She seems like a really nice lady.

Does she know you're

a no-good, Iying sack of sh*t?

Sure does.

Back up.

(PHONE RINGS)

Sh*t.

Yeah?

Put him down! Help me!

Get me a stooI.

Keep an eye on them.

Holy sh*t.

Check that door. What's back here?

What's through here?

F***! Where's the back way?

DINO:
There ain't no back way.

Ain't no windows either.

No windows?

You're in a basement, dear.

DINO:

Built during prohibition.

No other exit.

Ain't that illegaI?

It is if you don't grease the police.

Well, your f***ing friends are outside.

Unplug that line.

We gotta barricade this door.

BROWNING:
Marv!

Yes, sir?

Where's the report on this man?

It's being faxed over, sir.

Also, I want a sound team

in the warehouse above the bar,

sharpshooters on the buildings

west and south and blueprints

for all the buildings in the area.

And get these goddamn cars

towed out of here.

Right.

You got them?

It's just ringing.

What do you mean,

it's just ringing?

Where's my megaphone?

In the trunk.

Do you want it now?

No, tomorrow! Yes, now, goddamn it!

DOVA:

Get down from there.

Don't you wanna talk to them?

Not yet.

I mean, f***! What's going on

here, huh? We've only been

in here five minutes.

Seems like a month

of Sundays to me.

What now?

Give me that! Wait a minute!

You wanna know what?

I'll tell you what.

Get out of here.

" Miss Janet Boudreaux,

Female, born February 6, 1956."

My ass.

" Five-foot-seven, 120 pounds."

(LAUGHS)

Yeah.

Organ donor.

Let me tell you something,

Miss Donor-B*tch.

Now, you don't know me, right?

But now I know you, right?

Like where you live.

You keep your mouth shut,

or you're gonna be "doning"

a lot sooner than you thought.

As a matter of fact,

come out from behind that bar

and sit on that stooI

where I can see you.

Come here!

Just forget her, okay?

(WHISPERING)

I want you to keep an eye

on these people.

Hey, look, I'm trusting you

with this, okay?

(SONG)

Browning here.

No, sir, we haven't been able

to make contact with him yet.

Yes, we're sure he's there.

There was a blood trail

that led from the accident

all the way to this bar.

Yes, the two men are dead,

as well as Agent Johnson.

It looks like he just ran him down

with his car.

No, no way he could have survived.

No, I won't make a move

untiI you get here.

It's a really nice shirt.

Man.

You should have got married

when you had the chance.

Had kids.

Settled down.

Got a job.

Who are you kidding?

Come here.

J ANET:
Can I go to the bathroom?

Not now.

Okay, give me the gun.

Here, give it to me.

Okay, I'm gonna send those pigs

out there a little message.

I'm gonna get you some paper?

What?

You're gonna write to them, right?

DOVA:

No, I'm not gonna write to them.

I'm gonna fire off a round,

showing them that I'm serious.

That I don't give a f*** about nothing.

And we don't mind playing hardball.

That ain't hardball.

Hardball would be killing

one of the things in here.

(WHISPERS)

Hang on a second.

We ain't gonna kill nobody.

It's a trick.

That's p*ssy league.

No, no, no, it's a ploy.

And that's the plan, okay?

Suppose they storm in?

No, no, they're not gonna storm in.

Look, these guys have got

procedures, okay?

Hey, they're not independent

of thought and action, like us.

They got a book, and they gotta

follow it, right down to the last letter.

Come on. We're the...

We're the ones who refuse to conform

to the dictates of the group.

And we got them

right where we want them.

(CLEARS THROAT)

MARV:
" Extensive investigation

began about three weeks ago

when a message was intercepted

saying that the suspect

would be travelling

to New Orleans in two weeks

with $65,000 suspected

for the use of buying guns."

The Montreal police have been

contacted, but nothing has come

through yet, although the one guy

that I did talk to in the Montreal office

said that this guy was never

known to be violent.

All I see is feet, boss.

That's all you gotta see.

You watching?

Yep.

I can't believe

there's no back exit in this layout.

(GUN C*CKS)

Sh*t!

(YELLS)

Dino!

Put down your f***ing gun!

Don't be stupid.

Nobody walks into my f***ing bar

and pulls this sh*t!

Put it down, or I'm gonna

f***ing redecorate my bar

with your friend's brain.

No. No, no, come on!

Put it down!

No!

Now!

(GASPS)

Ain't...such...a...f***ing...

tough...guy...now!

MAN 1 :

We don't know for sure anyone died.

MAN 2:

I've just been told to sit and wait.

MAN 1 :

Who told you?

MAN 2:

Michaels. And do you know

what he really wanted to know?

He wanted to know

if the media had arrived.

Can you believe that?

(SONG)

Uh, excuse me.

You... Your friend, uh...

He's... He's awake.

(GROANS)

Milo.

Hey.

Hey.

What's going on?

Are you okay?

LAW:
He's okay.

Where are we?

Milo, you want a smoke?

In some basement bar.

Can you move?

Take one out.

Take one out.

Put it in my mouth.

Put it in my mouth.

You're something else.

Anything broken?

I don't know, man.

Everything.

God...

(COUGHS)

Damn!

MenthoI.

I hate menthoI.

I know.

The ape shows restraint.

I'd go toe to toe,

but since you're so much smaller...

Hey, enough already!

What are you doing provoking him?

We got other problems here.

Jeez, I'm already bleeding here.

Well, don't bleed some more.

All right!

Maybe after your nose is better.

Law, would you just keep

an eye on these people?

Better yet, frisk them.

Oh, no. You are not gonna touch me.

DOVA:

Hey, leave her alone.

She doesn't have anything.

She sure does, boss.

DOVA:

No, she doesn't.

Check the boy.

Man. We gotta talk.

Tell me.

(SMACKING)

Don't cut yourself with it.

(TSKING)

Oh, don't you worry

about that.

I know how to use it.

I'm good with my hands.

Hey, come here.

Come here. Give me the knife.

Don't waste your time

f***ing with this guy. He's nothing.

If you blow on him, he'll fall down.

Come on. Give me the knife.

Don't f*** with that guy.

Here, you keep it.

Where was I?

Sit over there.

Over there.

Have you talked to the cops yet?

F***, no.

I unplugged the phone.

Look, we... We gotta...

We gotta stall them or something.

So they don't come busting in here

before we can figure out

what we're gonna do

and how we're gonna get

out of here. We need to...

We need to bluff them or something.

I ain't talking to them.

MILO:

Can't let him talk to them.

Why don't you let one of us

talk to them for you.

DOVA:

Who the f*** are you?

Guy. My name is Guy.

(PHONE DIALLING, RINGING)

Sir, may I ask a question?

No.

Sir, are we sure that that's him

in there? I mean, we don't really

know for sure, now, do we?

We sure as hell do. The car

that was described over the radio

during the pursuit was exact.

The route that was travelled

was the same too.

The bloody mess they found

on the grille sure seemed

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