Albino Alligator Page #5

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I ain't talking to them.

MILO:

Can't let him talk to them.

Why don't you let one of us

talk to them for you.

DOVA:

Who the f*** are you?

Guy. My name is Guy.

(PHONE DIALLING, RINGING)

Sir, may I ask a question?

No.

Sir, are we sure that that's him

in there? I mean, we don't really

know for sure, now, do we?

We sure as hell do. The car

that was described over the radio

during the pursuit was exact.

The route that was travelled

was the same too.

The bloody mess they found

on the grille sure seemed

to look a lot like Johnson's head.

I got them back on the line.

You got them?

Give me that.

Say again? No, no, no, no, wait...!

Slow down. Just say it again.

" I am a hostage

and am in great danger.

If you ever wanna see me

or any of the others alive,

you must comply with our demands.

First.:
Remove all police personnel

from the street in front of the bar.

If this is not done in one hour,

one of these people will die.

That is all."

And guess what.

She ain't kidding, you know.

Prison ought to suit you just fine.

Goddamn that sick...!

Making a hostage send that message.

What about the demand?

It's such a stupid request.

He knows we ain't gonna leave.

He's just buying time.

Hey, you too, altar boy,

with the rest of them.

Come on up here.

We can talk more private up here.

Hey, you wanna make us

some coffee?

Do I look like your b*tch?

Come on, man. Just make it.

I never made coffee before.

My mom always makes it.

Your mom? What, does she come over

and make it for you every day?

No, not every day.

Every f***ing other day.

You got a problem with that?

Me? No. F*** it, man.

I'll make it.

MILO:

No, we gotta talk. Alone.

DOVA:

What...? What about Mr. Quiet?

MILO:

You can see him from here.

I'll make it.

Good. You make it, kid.

I like mine black.

J ANET:
I'm sorry again, but, uh...

What?

May I go to the bathroom?

When was the last time you let

these people go to the bathroom?

What am I, the bathroom attendant?

Hey, you think

we could listen to

some Johnny Paycheck?

DOVA:
No.

The woman is suffering.

Just let her go to the bathroom.

DOVA:

Now, look, no more music,

no more questions

and no more f***ing interruptions.

All right, hurry up and get your ass

in the bathroom.

And put, uh... Put, uh...

Put Dino in the storage space.

You ready now?

More than ready.

You said there's no back exits, right?

Yeah, we checked it out, man.

There's nothing.

Well, no, there's gotta be

another way out of here

if this was a speakeasy.

Drinking was illegal then,

you know, so the cops would

raid these kind of places.

Everybody's gotta

get out of here fast.

And they can't go through the front,

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