Bucktown Page #4

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.

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