Gator Page #3

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you're gonna be in real trouble.

I'm a citizen. I've got my rights.

I'd like to stick it someplace else!

I just feel happy.

I'm so grateful for all you

folks coming out here...

You don't believe all that crap, do you?

Gator!

- What the hell are you doing here?

- I came down to...

- Hi, Bama!

- Hi, cutie!

- What's your name?

- Gator.

- Alligator?

- Yeah.

Where have you been all my life?

All your life? In prison.

See you later, Alligator!

You know how long it's

been since I've seen you?

- It was what? Owney Matson's dirt track?

- Yeah.

That ain't it.

It was the night we was drinking

at that joint up in Willow Springs.

That's when it was. What you been doing?

- Time.

- Time?

What're you doing hanging around here?

I heard you was the cock

of the walk down here.

So I just come out to

find out if it was true.

I am. Bones!

Meet the dearest friend I got in the world.

Mr. Gator McKlusky, Bones.

Ask him why they call him Bones.

Why do they call you Bones?

'Cause I tell 'em to.

- Right.

- Bones, go get Mayor Bob.

Bring him over here.

I want him to meet Gator.

Got a very intelligent look about him.

- He's my social secretary.

- I see.

- Do you remember Coach Ferguson?

- Sure.

Baldy?

Do you remember the night

we were playing for Hokey?

And we won nine straight ball games?

We thought we was a bunch of killers.

And for Hokey, it was

just cleaning our plough.

Running us clean out of the stadium.

We went into half time...

Wonder what old Skeeter's doing?

Probably still making

that same dumb speech.

My God, I feel like I've

died and gone to heaven.

How do you feel, Gator?

I feel like I'm at Mount Rushmore.

Hello, there.

My name's Smiley.

- No sh*t.

- Nope.

Understand you just got

out of the clinker?

Yeah.

I ain't never been...

but I hear there's a whole bunch of queers

just crawling all over your body up there.

That's what they say.

Every so often you hear

a yell or two in the night?

Yeah.

I know the sound.

- Oh, yeah?

- Oh, yeah!

Hello, Pogie!

Now look.

Fine. Look.

Pogie, I want you to

do something for me.

I want you to check on a

guy named Gator McKlusky.

I'm gonna show you how

we do a little collecting.

I'm gonna give you the Black

section to start with.

There's only two things you've

gotta remember about Blacks.

And that's this. That one day

they can be real easy...

and then the next day...

they can be...

bad.

The best I can remember...

you always were a little

color-blind, weren't you?

What the hell is that?

That's to make them Blacks easy.

Would you?

In a New York minute.

- Mr. Bama.

- Big George.

Go in there and tell J.J.

I've come for my sugar.

That is real sweet. I love that song.

You're getting my shits on.

Now let's cut the crap,

and you go do what I told you to do.

Yes, boss!

The man from Glad is here.

- You didn't make him mad, did you?

- I hope so.

Black is beautiful. I love it.

- You go tell him you're gone.

- I'm gone!

Wait a minute.

God almighty, what about

the laws in this town?

I got a permit to carry this thing, son.

Where are the cops at?

Right there.

Sh*t.

Every time he comes around,

he blows up something.

Well, J.J.

Hi, Bama.

Where are you going?

You owe me a little money.

Just going out to get

my tire fixed, man.

You owe me $500, J.J.

Oh, man, slipped my mind.

I got it right here in my pocket.

Now, son, that's a thing of beauty

and a joy to behold. Is that gorgeous?

Sometimes my vocabulary just ain't

adequate to describe the beauty...

and the grandeur of it all.

You gotta get used to this high living.

I don't know if I can stand it.

- Is he supposed to do that?

- Yeah.

For whose benefit, mine or his?

All right, I'll tell you

what I'm gonna do.

Now I'm gonna start you

out at $400 a week.

But, now, you can't take

nothing out on the bag.

That sounds good.

- Telephone, Mr. McCall.

- Thank you, Tom.

Hello.

Pogie! Yeah.

It's your dime, you do the talking.

Super. Okay.

I love it.

Okay. See you, Pog.

Now what's it gonna be? Gonna be steak?

You want lobster? Maybe you want both?

I'd like to speak to you for a minute.

Aggie:

Gator McKlusky, say hello

to Agatha Maybank.

She's the star of Dunston

County television.

Sit down, Aggie.

- You had my series cancelled.

- Your what?

The documentary show on poverty

that we were doing in Dunston County.

Who told you that?

- Caffrey's office.

- Caffrey's office.

I'm afraid you might have overestimated

my influence a little bit.

But then, on the other hand...

nobody likes to watch that junk on TV,

anyway. It's depressing, ain't it?

Mr. McCall, television is

independently owned...

and there's an FCC regulation that forbids

interference by local political authorities.

Honey...

if you want to have a drink with us,

you're welcome to stay.

But if you come over here to piss

and moan at me, excuse my French...

then I don't want to hear your women's lib,

poverty-program bullshit!

Not while I'm enjoying my

meal here with my friend...

and paying for it with my own money.

I see.

But you are welcome to

stay and have a drink.

If that's what they taught you

up there at Vassar or NBC.

No, but they did teach me where

the Civil Liberties Union is located.

Mr. McKlusky.

Nice ass.

A little uppity.

Very pretty.

Thank you.

You the man?

Yeah.

They said a new one was coming.

I'm about as new as you can get.

Policy numbers wasn't no good this week.

I made a little change on the horses.

Some on the dogs.

Come on, let me get my book.

And my money.

You kids, go on, slide on outta here.

Now!

It's all here, mister. You can count it.

I don't have to.

I don't want no trouble with Mr. McCall.

I can't afford no fire.

There ain't gonna be no fire.

Okay.

Hey, sign the paper, man.

Thank you.

- Where is Bama?

- He's inside.

Hi. I'm Tinker.

I'm Gator. Is Bama around?

He's in there.

He's always in there.

Thank you.

Don't you ever knock

on the door or nothing?

I mean, you could've caught a

fellow with his britches down.

Sorry.

I want to talk to you alone, okay?

You mean her?

Son, we're alone.

What's she on?

She's on Quaaludes. She's on Mandrax.

She's on Parest. She's on coke.

You name it, son.

I mean, if they make it,

then that chick'll take it.

She can't be more than 15.

Hell, I don't go by age,

I go by weight, anyway.

I mean, your momma and my momma

both done married, done had young'uns...

and the whole shooting match when they

wasn't a damn bit older than she was.

Gator, look.

Son, I don't hook these chicks.

I don't hustle these chicks.

I damn sure don't go out on the

street and drag them in here.

They come in to pay

for that habit they got.

There's money,

and then there's money, Bama.

- I didn't make the world the way it was.

- No, you just collect off it.

Now look, son, they had

a man before me...

and they're gonna have

a man after me. Right?

Come here a minute.

I want to show you something.

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