Albino Alligator Page #3

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to look a lot like Johnson's head.

I got them back on the line.

You got them?

Give me that.

Say again? No, no, no, no, wait...!

Slow down. Just say it again.

" I am a hostage

and am in great danger.

If you ever wanna see me

or any of the others alive,

you must comply with our demands.

First.:
Remove all police personnel

from the street in front of the bar.

If this is not done in one hour,

one of these people will die.

That is all."

And guess what.

She ain't kidding, you know.

Prison ought to suit you just fine.

Goddamn that sick...!

Making a hostage send that message.

What about the demand?

It's such a stupid request.

He knows we ain't gonna leave.

He's just buying time.

Hey, you too, altar boy,

with the rest of them.

Come on up here.

We can talk more private up here.

Hey, you wanna make us

some coffee?

Do I look like your b*tch?

Come on, man. Just make it.

I never made coffee before.

My mom always makes it.

Your mom? What, does she come over

and make it for you every day?

No, not every day.

Every f***ing other day.

You got a problem with that?

Me? No. F*** it, man.

I'll make it.

MILO:

No, we gotta talk. Alone.

DOVA:

What...? What about Mr. Quiet?

MILO:

You can see him from here.

I'll make it.

Good. You make it, kid.

I like mine black.

J ANET:
I'm sorry again, but, uh...

What?

May I go to the bathroom?

When was the last time you let

these people go to the bathroom?

What am I, the bathroom attendant?

Hey, you think

we could listen to

some Johnny Paycheck?

DOVA:
No.

The woman is suffering.

Just let her go to the bathroom.

DOVA:

Now, look, no more music,

no more questions

and no more f***ing interruptions.

All right, hurry up and get your ass

in the bathroom.

And put, uh... Put, uh...

Put Dino in the storage space.

You ready now?

More than ready.

You said there's no back exits, right?

Yeah, we checked it out, man.

There's nothing.

Well, no, there's gotta be

another way out of here

if this was a speakeasy.

Drinking was illegal then,

you know, so the cops would

raid these kind of places.

Everybody's gotta

get out of here fast.

And they can't go through the front,

because the cops are coming in that

way, so they gotta go out the back.

What, through a wall?

Look around at this place. This is...

This guy treated this bar

like his baby.

He does his best to preserve it

the way it was, you see?

He doesn't change a thing in here.

I still don't see no exit.

You don't hear what I'm saying.

They're hidden.

So what do we do?

Some f***ing voodoo dance?

Rub a f***ing lamp,

and the sh*t just opens?

MILO:

Maybe. They don't exactly

blueprint this kind of stuff.

It could be anywhere.

We just gotta check it out.

We can't exactly

ask the bartender.

She might know. Hey!

You feeI better?

Better?

Yeah, you know... Never mind.

Look, you work here, right? Yeah?

Yeah.

Did, uh, Dino ever say anything to you

about a hidden exit?

No. Never heard of one.

And you say you work here?

Yeah, worked here for 10 years.

But just because I work here

don't mean...

Hey, lip is what I don't need.

I asked you a simple question.

Look...

I happen to know that this used to be

a speakeasy. So you... You think hard.

Wait a minute,

wait a minute, wait.

Now...

You're sure that you don't remember

him saying anything

about, uh, another way out of here?

Think I'm hiding something

from you? I mean, I'm...

Hiding? We never said anything

about hiding nothing.

Yeah, but that's what you're thinking...

Hey, shut up and answer me!

Hey! I know what you're looking for.

Dino showed me one night.

Just leave her alone.

How far does this thing go?

I don't know.

I didn't f***ing dig it. Ow!

(GLASS TINKLING)

Just go sit down.

You don't have to do that now.

I wouldn't have to do anything

if y'all hadn't come in here tonight.

We're gonna be gone soon.

Don't worry.

That big one

with the gun is crazy.

Crazy and a gun

tends to make me worry.

He's not gonna

do nothing.

What about you?

You got a gun too.

So?

But you're not gonna use it.

Are you?

I don't wanna talk anymore,

all right?

And that other one...

He seemed like he got a good heart

in there somewhere.

I know he's boxed in. He's...

He's scared.

Men do stupid things

when they get scared.

Look, why don't you just keep

your opinions to yourself.

Okay?

Sure, sure.

You're just...

You're smarter than he is.

You don't wanna be

a part of this, do you?

Look, please, mister,

don't you think

you could get him

to let us go

before he gets us all killed?

I mean, he's... He's in over his head.

He's.. He's acting like a...

He's acting like an idiot.

Hey, shut up.

I don't care how smart you think I am.

You're talking about my brother.

Just go...

Just go sit down, all right?

I meant no disrespect.

DOVA:

Oh, f***.

JaiI ain't an option, you know.

Yeah, I know.

You'd better be

f***ing serious about that.

What, do you think?

You think I'm f***ing...?

No, no, no, no.

I don't think Milo's

got it in him.

Well, listen, don't you worry about

Milo. Milo's thinking right now.

He's thinking of a way to get us out.

I'm thinking. I'm thinking all the time.

And I'm thinking I ain't going

back to jaiI, no matter what, okay?

So those people out there,

I say f*** them if we have to.

You with me on that?

Because I don't think he is.

Look, when push comes to shove,

I'll f***ing shove.

Now, you know me.

Listen to me!

I will not let anything happen to him.

Do you understand me? I'll do

whatever it takes to convince him,

but I will never hurt him.

(HELICOPTERS WHIRRING,

SIRENS APPROACHING)

(SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)

(SONG)

Go!

DANNY:
Well?

LAW:
Bricked up 60, 70 feet back.

He's, uh, bleeding again.

Then take him some f***ing napkins.

It's okay about the tunneI.

Don't worry about it.

What time we got?

It's a little before 6.

All right, kid, scram.

We gotta talk.

It's okay. Go on.

Thanks for the napkins.

DOVA:

All right, look, their hour's almost up.

Uh, excuse me, but before

you guys start your meeting,

can I please go to the, uh...? The...?

DOVA:

Huh? Oh, yeah. Go ahead.

Keep an eye on him, will you?

LAW:

Uh-huh.

BROWNING:

How much time?

MARV:

About five minutes.

I want that call made

not one second after the deadline.

What's up with the back door?

There isn't one.

What?

The blueprints show

the building was built in the '20s.

Believe it or not,

there are no other exits.

What? They didn't believe in

f***ing fire codes

in this city? It figures.

And the rest of the surveillance?

Nothing. Still deaf, dumb and blind.

Well, let's go make that call,

hear what he wants.

DOVA:

I can't tell, but it looks clear.

Good.

(HELICOPTER WHIRRING)

Whoa! Sh*t!

They're pulling something.

MILO:

Well, what'd you expect?

They were just gonna leave?

DOVA:

This was a good-faith request.

What's gonna happen

when we really start

making demands?

(PHONE RINGING)

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