The Coca-Cola Kid Page #3
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- 1985
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l didn't mention any names, sir.
Please.
Something to eat, sir?
hotels in this friendly town?
Afraid not, sir.
That's nice.
Best in the west, sir.
lt ain't that goddamn good.
Let that be a lesson to you.
You can't come in here.
lt's the inner sanctum.
Morning.
Morning.
The last thing l ever expected
to see up here was a camel.
l was riding a wombat
up till this morning.
Broke a leg
and had to shoot him.
Push down.
What?
Hold it there.
l'll get to you over tea.
Settle.
What are you doing?
Tea for two.
Far away from home?
l can't understand people
who can't stay home.
Looking for trouble,
taking risks they don't need.
Look, l appreciate your tea,
but...
you can keep your advice, OK?
You shouldn't listen
to an old fart like me.
You're an American.
You should know better.
You bet.
lt's good tea.
What's your point, mister?
Well, you see, around here,
l'm like the Lone Ranger.
Special constable.
l got to move you on.
And what if l don't want
to move?
This is getting very serious.
Hey, McDowell.
That's me.
Here's your boy.
What can l do for you, sir?
Nothing, l'm afraid.
Yankee bastard.
l like a tenacious man.
Come.
l'll show you the plant.
and nine varieties...
and l crush my own fruit.
Well, not many operators
still crush their own fruit...
that's for goddamn sure.
l am the last.
Started in 1924
You will note this was
before refrigeration.
Yes, sir.
Have you ever tried
selling soft drinks...
when there is
no refrigeration?
No, sir.
l brought crushed ice
to this country.
Nothing man has invented
will ever be better than ice.
lce is silent.
lce does not destroy,
it preserves.
For your face, kid.
Thank you, sir.
lt is related to life,
not death.
Your compatriot--
the late Mr. Walt Disney--
is preserved on ice.
Let's hope it does him
some good, Mr. McDowell.
Oh, T. George.
Call me T. George.
Thanks.
What the hell
is this doing here?
That is the woman of my life.
Say what?
Thelma.
The girl from
Hobcoppin, Mississippi.
She was all over the town...
during the famous
Rotary convention...
l attended in St. Louis.
So you stole her
from Coca-Cola?
Once l had seen
this beautiful woman...
l couldn't rest until
l had found and, of course...
married her
and brought her back here.
She never understood...ice.
She bore me a child...
and soon afterwards
killed herself...
and l've never forgiven her.
This is an original
Eckersley carbonator.
l can't believe it.
And still in perfect
working condition.
Mr. McDowell--
T. George--
l must confess, you run
an impressive operation...
but l don't imagine your
profit margin's overwhelming.
We're in the black.
Yeah, but you must be
barely surviving.
Sir, the quality of my drink
is still the same...
as sixty years and twenty-seven
international awards ago.
T. George...
l'm interested in helping you
move into modern times.
What do you say?
l'm sure your help
must be needed in some places.
And you should
find those places...
and help them as much
as they'll let you.
Mr. McDowell, there's something
l'd like to impress on you.
l am the one who decides
who needs my help.
Well, l'm afraid
my time is over.
That would be your choice, sir.
Your car is waiting.
Good-bye.
Which one do you think
he'd like?
Who?
The Coca-Cola Kid.
l want you to take some cookies
to him at work.
He doesn't like sweets.
He's not a sweets person.
Don't you like him, Mommy?
He likes you.
No, he doesn't.
He doesn't like me at all.
Here, pop back a sec.
You can tell by the way
he looks at you.
What did l tell you?
You work on the weekends?
-Nights, too.
-You OK?
Certainly.
Mr. Becker, l'd like
to work with you.
Look, l'm from
the United States.
OK? l am American.
l know. ClA.
You know, Frank, he's got
a real class operation.
lt's like stepping back
into the goddamn 1920s.
Did you get your tires slashed?
But l could well have come home
with a few holes in me.
Check this out.
l didn't have the courage
to tell you.
Thought you should
find out for yourself.
Thank you, Frank.
Becker, you're a miracle-maker.
You flushed him out.
Your pants are showing.
Mr. McDowell has invited
himself up to see us.
lt's my turn
to go to the post office.
-You always do.
-l do not!
Terri!
What's all the racket?
What the hell are you doing?
Hiding from my past.
Be professional.
Will it work, Mr. McDowell?
We can but try.
Ready, girls? Come.
That's my girl.
l think Mr. McDowell
has a proposition for us.
Why don't we go
into business together?
l beg your pardon?
You market your drinks
in my territory...
and you market my drinks
internationally.
ls that so?
What do you think, Becker?
Fascinating.
l'll put my proposition
to you...
as one marketing man to another.
May l?
-Thank you.
-Feel free.
l propose to call the line...
McCoke.
Old McDee and Coca-Cola
Found a new brand,
brand-new cola
Every bloke
should drink McCoke
Every bloke
should drink McCoke
Did you ever try that taste
You know right away
it's great
Every bloke
should drink McCoke
Every bloke
should drink McCoke
What about
our mountain well
Here our drinks
sure taste swell
Every bloke
should drink McCoke
Every bloke
should drink McCoke
Aren't they lovely?
Very nice.
-Red currant, madam?
-One for you.
Go ahead, try it.
lt's a stronger combination
than Coke...
but then, l like a drink
that hits the palate strongly.
Yep, 15,000 bottles a week
in nine varieties--
cola, black currant,
passion fruit, cream...
lemon-lime, orange,
ginger ale, grape...
and, of course...tutti-frutti.
Thanks, love.
l'll have that green.
with a window facing north?
Look at that.
The pilot
is an old friend of mine--
George Scribner.
l owe part of my success
to the use of his skywriting...
especially at country shows.
Fascinating presentation.
Please, drink up.
l sense your resistance.
Well, l'm too old a salesman,
been on the road too long...
not to know
when l've met resistance.
l sense your amusement
at an old man's ideas.
Well, gentlemen,
may l ask you to sleep on it?
Well, l always say...
there are three sides
to every question--
your own side,
the other fellow's side...
and the right side.
Mr. McDowell, l'll be
down your way very soon.
Thank you for coming.
Come, girls.
Congratulations, Becker.
You got him.
Jesus, Frank,
the man has his pride.
Christ, Becker,
don't be so damn serious.
l just don't think
it calls for...
a goddamn comedy routine,
that's all.
He's still up there.
He's still writing it up there.
l should get back to work.
Silly old bugger--
spoiling our view.
McCoke!
Look. l'm so sorry, l...
l have something
l have to tell you.
l'm not interested!
But the thing is--
l am not interested, OK?
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Submitted on August 05, 2018
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