Albino Alligator Page #2

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If you don't bite,

then don't bark, doggy dog.

Hey!

Shut up!

BARTENDER:

Look, we don't want no trouble.

You don't want no trouble, huh?

Then everybody keep f***ing quiet.

Look at the boy. He's been good.

He hasn't said " boo" on his own.

He must have gone

to Catholic schooI, like me.

Did you go to Catholic school?

I went to Catholic school.

I was an altar boy.

(WHISTLES)

(COUGHS)

DOVA:

Hurry up!

Mr. CooI, huh?

Mr. Quiet?

Let me tell you something, Mr. Quiet.

You being quiet

tells me that you're smart.

And smart people

sometimes f*** things up

by trying to be clever.

Now, I hope that you're not

smart and clever...

because then we've got a problem.

(HUMS)

Now you're gonna rob me?

The day just keeps getting sweeter.

Rob you? Kind of.

But you don't have a car?

I don't drive.

You don't drive?

How do you get to work every day?

I take the streetcar.

Sir!

I got a car.

It's a green Chevy station wagon.

It's parked right outside.

Outside?

Station wagon, huh?

Chicks must flock to you

in a car like that.

Hey, you can take my car. BMW.

Smooth and fast.

Parked just up the block.

I think I'll take the beemer.

Sorry, kid.

(PHONE RINGS)

Whoa!

Just put the phone up on the bar.

Hello? No, this ain't Dino.

Yeah, sure.

(WHISPERS) Who's Dino?

That would be me. It's my place.

Yeah. He's... He's busy right now.

Okay, Dino. Your wife or your

girlfriend or whatever the f***

you wanna call her

wants to know if you still need

a ride home. Don't you f*** with me!

Can't blame a guy for trying.

Yeah, I just talked to Dino,

and, uh, he said he doesn't

need a ride home.

He'll be leaving any minute.

Oh, me? I'm just a friend. Uh-huh.

It was nice talking to you too. Bye.

She seems like a really nice lady.

Does she know you're

a no-good, Iying sack of sh*t?

Sure does.

Back up.

(PHONE RINGS)

Sh*t.

Yeah?

Put him down! Help me!

Get me a stooI.

Keep an eye on them.

Holy sh*t.

Check that door. What's back here?

What's through here?

F***! Where's the back way?

DINO:
There ain't no back way.

Ain't no windows either.

No windows?

You're in a basement, dear.

DINO:

Built during prohibition.

No other exit.

Ain't that illegaI?

It is if you don't grease the police.

Well, your f***ing friends are outside.

Unplug that line.

We gotta barricade this door.

BROWNING:
Marv!

Yes, sir?

Where's the report on this man?

It's being faxed over, sir.

Also, I want a sound team

in the warehouse above the bar,

sharpshooters on the buildings

west and south and blueprints

for all the buildings in the area.

And get these goddamn cars

towed out of here.

Right.

You got them?

It's just ringing.

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