Bucktown Page #2

DREAMIN', MAN.

HEY DUKE,

WHY DO YOU THINK

THOSE TOURIST DUDES

COME OVER HERE:

FROM ACROSS:

THE RIVER?

IT'S 'CAUSE THEY KNOW

THEY CAN SWING:

TILL BROAD DAYLIGHT.

SHH!

COULD GET 4 OR 5 TIMES

WHAT YOU'RE ASKIN'

IF THE CLUB WAS OPEN.

AND DON'T FORGE ALL THOSE ARMY RESERVERS

OVER AT THE ARMORY.

ONE NIGHT A WEEK,

AFTER MARCHIN'

AND DRILLIN',

THEY'RE HOT AND

THEY'RE THIRSTY,

AND WHERE DO:

THEY HEAD FOR?

THE CLUB ALABAM:

FOR SOME:

"REEELAXATION."

[Laughs]

RELAXATION,

HUH?

YOU KNOW SOMETHIN',

LITTLE MAN?

YOU REMIND ME:

OF ME WHEN I WAS

YOUR AGE.

TRYIN' TO BE SOMEBODY.

ALWAYS JIVIN' AND HUSTLIN'.

I AIN'T HUSTLIN'.

I'M JUST TRYIN'

TO GROW UP FAS IN A FAST TOWN.

[Harley]

AND ME?

I AIN'T NOTHIN' BUT AN OLD

FOOTBALL PLAYER, DUKE.

MAYBE DRINK TOO MUCH

EVERY NOW AND THEN.

BUT IF YOU OPEN:

THAT CLUB,

IT SURE WOULD MAKE ME FEEL

LIKE I WAS SOMEBODY.

OPENIN' THE CLUB

CAN'T HURT, CAN IT?

YOU SAID YOURSELF

YOU'RE STUCK HERE,

SO, YOU AIN'T GO NOTHIN' TO LOSE,

DO YOU?

DO YOU?

I AIN'T SOME DUMB BROAD.

I GOT RIGHTS.

HONEY, WE TOLD

YOU BEFORE,

DON'T RIP OFF THE MARKS.

IT'S BAD FOR BUSINESS

IT AIN'T FAIR,

YOU MAKING ME SPEND TIME

IN THIS GODDAMN HOLE.

WE'VE GOT TO THINK

OF BUCKTOWN'S REPUTATION,

HONEY.

YOU KEEP CLIPPIN'

THE TOURISTS,

AND PRETTY SOON:

NONE OF 'EM WILL BE COMIN'

ACROSS THE RIVER NO MORE.

BUT THAT FREAKY BASTARD

WANTED TO WEAR MY UNDERWEAR.

THIS PLACE:

GOT A CHIEF?

YOU GO AN APPOINTMENT?

NO.

WHAT'S THE MATTER, BOY?

SOMEBODY PICK YOUR POCKET?

[Chuckles]

I'M HERE

ABOUT THE CLOSED SIGN

ON THE CLUB ALABAM.

OH, YOU MUST BE

BEN'S BROTHER.

EVERYBODY LIKED BEN.

HE WAS REAL PEOPLE,

WASN'T HE, MERLE?

SURE WAS.

"GOOD CITIZEN BEN."

WELL, THAT'S MIGHTY NICE

OF YOU FELLAS TO SAY THAT.

NOW WHAT ABOU THAT CLOSED SIGN?

NO PROBLEM.

ALL YOU GOTTA DO

IS TAKE OU A CITY LICENSE.

THAT'S RIGHT.

HOW MUCH IS THAT?

HOW MUCH WAS THAT, MERLE,

FOR A CITY STICKER?

THAT WAS $400,

WASN'T IT?

MORE LIKE $450,

I THOUGHT.

DAMNED IF YOU'RE

NOT RIGHT.

[Duane]

I'LL MAKE SURE

THEY GET YOUR MESSAGE.

DO THAT, DUANE.

YOU JUST DO THAT.

YOU THE MAIN MAN?

YEAH.

HEY, NOW JUS A DAMN MINUTE.

YOU'RE THE ONE

I WANNA TALK TO.

DUKE JOHNSON?

YEAH.

COME IN.

YOU'RE NOT MUCH FOR

MANNERS, ARE YOU?

I GIVE WHAT I GET.

THIS WHA YOU WANT?

HOWEVER, NOTHING

IS FOR NOTHING.

I GUESS THOSE 2 CRACKERS

OUT FRONT WERE SERIOUS, HUH?

SAM!

[Sam]

YES, SIR.

WHAT'S THE CHARGE

FOR A CITY STICKER?

AMERICAN GREEN.

NOT ONE DROP IS POURED

IN THIS TOWN UNLESS EACH BOTTLE

HAS A CITY STICKER,

AND THE STICKER COMES

FROM THIS OFFICE.

NOW, BEN'S RENEWAL FEE WAS DUE

SO NOW IT'S

OVERDUE.

WHAT HAPPENS:

IF IT ISN'T PAID?

PLACE STAYS:

PADLOCKED.

AND IF I DECIDE:

TO SELL IT?

WHEN I SEE:

SOME DOLLARS:

ON THIS DESK,

YOU CAN DO:

WHATEVER YOU LIKE

WITH THAT FLEA TRAP.

GOOD.

I LIKE DEALING:

WITH A REASONABLE MAN.

[Warren]

I'D LIKE TO GET THA UGLY B*TCH RUTHIE ALONE.

I'D TEACH HER

SOME MANNERS.

[Merle]

RIGHT. SHE ALWAYS

BEEN LIKE THIS?

SHE ALWAYS DID THINK

SHE WAS HOT SH*T!

SHE'S GOT A BUG

UP YOUR ASS.

YOU GOT IT?

I GOT IT.

GET IT OUT! GET IT OUT!

IT'S GONNA BE

UNDERSTAND THAT, BOY?

ALL RIGHT.

SH*T! COME ON,

LOVERBOY, LET'S GO.

EVENING,

WOODROW.

[Ding]

WHOO!

HI, SWEETNESS.

CLEO, CLEO, HERE I COME!

[Knocking]

OH...

OH.

OOH.

GOD...

GODDAMN, CLEO, YOU

ALWAYS WAS MY FAVORITE.

[Moaning]

HEY, HEY, HEY!

EVERYBODY:

HAVE A DRINK:

AND BE SOMEBODY!

SAY, BOY,

PUT A QUARTER:

IN THE JUKEBOX.

AND MAKE GODDAMN SURE

YOU PAY FOR:

THOSE DRINKS, Y'ALL.

I AM PLEASED TO MAKE

THE ANNOUNCEMEN:

THAT THE MAN:

HAS DONE HIS THING,

AND IT'S GONNA HAPPEN

AS SOON AS HE GETS--

POO-PEROO-POM

LOOK OUT, GIRL!

WHAT YOU DOIN'?

HARLEY, WHAT YOU RUNNIN'

YOUR MOUTH ABOUT NOW?

I AM PLEASED TO MAKE

THE ANNOUNCEMEN:

THAT THE CLUB ALABAM

IS NOW OPEN.

NO...

YEAH, IT IS.

SO HOW LONG:

IS HE GONNA STAY?

THAT AIN' IMPORTANT.

HUH,

THAT'S WHA YOU THINK.

HE ONLY DID I SO HE COULD SELL I FOR A BETTER PRICE.

NO, NO.

HE LISTENED:

WHEN I TOLD HIM:

HOW GOOD BUSINESS

WAS GONNA BE:

AND EVERYTHING.

HA! JUST BAI TO HOOK THE FISH

THAT'S GONNA BUY IT.

WHY YOU GO TO BE SO COLD?

EVERY TIME I MENTION

DUKE'S NAME, YOU

GOTTA PUT HIM DOWN.

BECAUSE HE'S JUST ANOTHER

BIG-CITY, JIVE-ASS SPOOK,

THAT'S WHY!

FORGET HIM!

THIS IS BEN'S BROTHER.

HE DESERVES A BREAK.

HARLEY, LISTEN, I'VE ME

TAKERS,

EVERY GODDAMN ONE OF THEM, AND

I GOT THE SCARS TO PROVE IT!

SHH. YOU DON' KNOW HIM.

THIS IS A DIFFEREN KIND OF MAN.

HARLEY, THERE AIN' NO DIFFERENT KIND OF MAN!

HEY,

SAM.

HEY, Y'ALL, CLETE, SAM.

HEY,

I'M TELLIN' YOU,

THERE AIN'T NO ONE

LIKE THA CLEO OF MINE.

MAN, SHE HAS GO A MOUTH SOFT AND SWEE AS AN OVERRIPE PLUM.

AND I'LL TELL YOU,

THAT TONGUE,

SWEET JESUS--

SH*T.

IF YOU WEREN' THE CHIEF'S COUSIN,

SHE WOULDN'T GIVE YOU

A SMILE FOR FREE.

HA HA.

AIN'T THA THE TRUTH.

YOU GO:

TO HELL!

HEY, THE DUDE'S OPENED

THE ALABAM.

YOU THINK IT'S TIME

MR. JOHNSON

JOINED THE CLUB?

YEAH. YOU GO ON WITH SAM.

ME AND MERLE:

GOT SOME BUSINESS.

OH, COME ON, CLETE.

LET ME GO WITH YOU. I ALWAYS

MISS OUT ON ALL THE FUN.

UH-UH.

LEAVE THIS ONE:

TO THE MEN.

GET IN THE CAR,

WARREN.

DAMN!

LET ME HAVE:

ONE OF THEM.

THAT TASTES LIKE

THAT BEEN FLUSHED

DOWN THE TOILET.

WHAT DO YOU THINK,

CLETE?

[Shattering]

WELL,

IF YOU, UH...

SMELL AND LOOK:

LIKE A PIG,

I GUESS YOU GOTTA

ACT LIKE ONE,

DON'T YOU?

ALL RIGHT,

FELLAS, GET OUT.

YOU WANT ME:

TO TELL HIM, CLETE?

NO,

I'LL TELL HIM, MERLE.

FACT IS,

I'M GONNA TELL HIM

REAL FRIENDLY.

I'M EVEN GONNA CALL HIM

BY HIS FIRST NAME.

N*GGER,

YOU WANT TO DO BUSINESS

IN BUCKTOWN,

YOU GOTTA PAY FOR

THE PRIVILEGE.

WELL, YOU SEE,

I'VE ALREADY PAID.

HEY, THAT WAS JUS TO TAKE DOWN THE SIGN.

HEY, HEY, HEY,

EVERYBODY DO THEIR THING!

[Clete] EVERY SATURDAY NIGH YOU COME UP WITH A $100.

COME SATURDAY,

YOU DON'T GIVE ME MY

SATURDAY MONEY,

I'M GONNA SLAP A SIGN

ON THAT DOOR.

THAT SIGN GONNA SAY,

"N*GGER, READ AND RUN.

YOU CAN'T READ,

RUN ANYWAY."

FIRST N*GGER TOUCH THAT SIGN,

FIRST N*GGER TRY TO

COME THROUGH THAT DOOR,

I'M GONNA KICK HIS HEAD

TILL HIS EYES POOCH OUT LIKE

AN EAGLE'S ASS IN A POWER DIVE.

YOU UNDERSTAND:

WHAT I'M TALKIN'

ABOUT, BOY?

OH, YEAH,

I UNDERSTAND.

IT'S THAT CHEAP,

SMELLY, FUNKY CIGAR

YOU'RE SMOKIN'

THAT'S MAKIN' YOU

TALK SO FUNNY.

THIS BOY:

HAS A MOUTH.

ALLIGATOR MOUTH AND

A HUMMINGBIRD ASS.

JUST LIKE HIS:

OLD BROTHER BEN.

HE SURE IS STUBBORN

LIKE HIM.

YEAH,

DON'T KICK THIS BOY

IN THE HEAD, MERLE.

YOU KNOW YOU CAN' HURT N*GGERS WHEN

YOU KICK THEM IN THE HEAD.

ALL RIGHT,

CLOWNS...

YOU'VE HAD

YOUR LAUGHS.

NOW, EITHER GO OU THE DOOR OR THROUGH IT.

YOUR CHOICE.

STEP ASIDE, BOY.

I'M CHECKIN'

THAT CASH REGISTER.

THE PRICE YOU HAVE

TO PAY TO DO THAT,

CRACKER, AIN'T WORTH IT.

WHY YOU PALEFACES

ALWAYS TOGETHER?

YOU FAGGOTS?

YOU LITTLE SH*T.

UGH!

UGH!

AAH!

UGH!

[Crowd shouting]

AAH!

AAH!

DUKE,

LOOK OUT!

WATCH IT,

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