Albino Alligator Page #4

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Think we should let them

get away with this?

Let's show them

who's boss here.

They think we're f***ing

clowning around.

I say we whack

one of these people

for real, man.

No more bullshitting.

Right f***ing now!

Wait a minute! Jesus Christ.

Don't listen to him.

He's a f***ing sociopath.

What good would that do?

You'd still have to

get out of here.

Folks, shut up.

Hey! Show the lady a little respect.

Uh-oh, big man.

Look, everybody, shut up!

Now, you gotta

listen to me, brother.

This is no time

for some bullshit macho crap.

Do you know what city we're in?

Those cops out there are serious.

We're the ones that are

gonna die in this bar.

Unless we think before we act.

And what have you thought of?

A f***ing voodoo escape hatch?

We need a plan.

You need a plan to escape.

Talk, talk, talk.

That's all I'm hearing.

I mean... F***. You... You...

You have to get out now.

No more waiting.

He thinks so too.

What? Were you talking to this guy?

I didn't say jack sh*t to him,

but he's right.

And I guess you're all geniuses, huh?

And I guess that makes me the idiot.

Well, fine. Then why don't

you all figure this sh*t out.

Because all I seem to be doing

is f***ing everything up.

Calm down.

Just take it easy. You gotta listen.

Okay.

Plan. I'm listening.

Tell them you will let go

the hostage one by one.

Then, instead of releasing us...

release yourself.

(SONG)

Yeah.

We, uh...

pretend we're the hostages.

Then, uh, tie us up.

And, uh, you'll be gone

before they come in.

What do you think?

Hey, I'm a "social-path."

You know what I think.

MILO:

We gotta mak e some demands.

Then, each time that they

give us something,

we give them a hostage.

Nobody gets hurt.

And then, when they're waiting

for the finaI demand,

then we get the hell out of here.

(COUGHS)

Yeah. Where?

MILO:

I don't know.

Mexico.

There's something missing.

I say we take the kid.

What?

It'd be like an insurance policy.

Do you think these people are

gonna talk if we got the kid?

I don't think so.

I wanna go.

You see? He wants to go.

Yeah, if it'll make things easier...

No. Look, I'll go.

LAW:
I like that.

Yeah.

No way. The kid goes, and that's it.

Look, if anybody is gonna go,

it ought to be me.

You've been nothing but a f***ing

headache since we walked in here.

So sit down.

But if we take the kid, I bet we

could trust all these people, right?

Okay, we've got your point.

You f***ing better.

What? No, I won't say a thing

about the kid.

I'll be too busy describing your face

to the police sketch artist.

Nothing had better go wrong,

because I just don't know

what I'd do if it did.

No, no, nobody

want no coffee.

Uh, bring me some water

over here, would you?

Oh, my God. Here they come.

Who?

Goddamn it!

MARV:

I'm surprised it took them so long.

BROWNING:

Well, they're here,

so we'd better deaI with them.

Oh, check that. You deaI with them.

What do you want me to tell them?

BROWNING:

Tell them sh*t. Tell them nothing.

Say " no comment" a lot. I don't care.

Uh, no. Uh... Ah, let me

talk to them. I know what to say.

(SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)

What the f***? You're not ready yet?

Come on! Come on! Jesus Christ!

Come on, hurry the f*** up.

I'd like to get this shot before

the sun comes up. F***! Jeez!

(MUTTERING)

Excuse me. You in charge here?

Yes, ma'am.

Hi. I'm Jenny Ferguson,

ChanneI 7 Action News.

I was wondering if you wouldn't mind

just answering a few questions

on camera for the morning report.

No, not at all.

Great. Excuse me.

That would be great.

(CLEARS THROAT)

Okay, you ready?

I'm sorry, what was your name?

Browning. G.D. Browning, ATF.

Browning. Okay, excellent.

Okay, we ready? Okay.

(CLEARS THROAT)

Hello, this is Jenny Ferguson.

I'm standing out here

on Townsend Street

near the south docks.

It appears that an unknown

gunman, or gunmen,

has taken some people hostage

in a local bar.

Now, there has been

reports of gunshots.

Apparently, it all began

after 4 this morning

and has continued until now.

Standing with me here now

is Agent Browning of the ATF.

Agent Browning, can you

shed some light on

what's been happening here?

Well, it looks like

some goddamn

stupid motherf***er

has decided to take some

poor innocent fucks hostage.

Now, we've been out here

all f***ing night trying to deaI

with this goddamn situation,

but there hasn't been

a f***ing break yet.

But we're sure as sh*t hopefuI

that everyone will be safe

and that we bring this motherf***er,

or motherfuckers, as the case may

be, to f***ing justice. How's that?

What are you doing?

You hit the seven. Right here.

I can't make that.

What do you mean?

He's got the three.

No, no, no, the three is stymied.

No, it's not.

Milo, please, it's blocked!

You can't see it from there.

It's completely blocked.

You gotta go with the seven.

It's your only shot. Bank it right here.

No, no, no, you gotta hit it

bottom right. Here.

All right, line it up.

Take your time. Get down.

Like that. Got it?

Uh-huh. Good shot.

DOVA:
Yeah, well, don't listen to him.

It was a good shot.

It was your only shot.

It would have gone in,

except this, uh...

This cue is a little...

No, yeah, that was a tough one.

Yeah, I'd say there are

tougher things in life, kid.

Yeah, I guess. It's your shot.

I ain't got nothing.

Albo-gator it.

What?

Albo-gator.

Albo what?

You've never heard

of an albino alligator?

MILO:
No.

What the f*** is that?

Down here, we've got gators, right?

But every once in a while,

one of them little things is born white.

An albino.

He's weak.

And useless. Except for one thing.

Sacrifice. The other gators

will use him to gain new territory.

See, what they do is,

they send him out in the open,

just waiting to get him killed.

Because when some rival

group of gators shows themselves

in the open killing the albo gator,

they surround and kill their rivals.

No more albo gator.

But no more rivaI gators neither.

And new territory is definitely gained.

Deliberate sacrifice...

for a deliberate gain.

It's a weird f***ing story,

you know that?

Just park that white ball

in front of his pocket

so he don't have a shot either.

Albo-gator him.

MILO:

Isn't it almost time?

What time we got?

LAW:
6:15.

There.

It's albo-gatored.

Hey, Miss Secretary.

Hurry up! It's almost show time.

Hurry up!

Putting on your make-up?

This ain't TV, you know, it's radio.

Come on.

Could I talk to you for a moment?

We got deadlines.

I know. I know.

Just take a second, okay? Please.

All right, hurry up. Make it quick.

I'd like to apologise for the things

I said when you first come in here.

Eh. All right.

It's about the kid.

Yeah? What about the kid?

Well, you know, just let me

tell you about him. Okay?

I mean, he comes in here a lot,

you know, plays a lot of pool.

I ain't never seen him win.

There's this one guy, right,

a regular, you know,

plays him all the time.

He's a hustler, okay? I mean,

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