Get Tannen - reuploaded

Ch 7

Marty went up to Trixie and asked, "Excuse me, are you Trixie Trotter?"

Trixie answered, "That's what it says on my dressing room door... At least it would if I had a dressing room."

Marty stated, "What's a nice gal like you doing with a guy like Tannen?"

Trixie started to say, "Aw, Kid ain't so bad. He just takes some..."

That's when Kid came up to them and told her, "Hey toots, any chance you can sing that can-can number? The guys really love the way it shows off your, um, assets."

Trixie frowned, "Whatever you say, Kid."

Kid chuckled, "And quit lazin' around. I ain't payin' you to yak with the drunks!"

Once he left, Trixie was furious. "You ain't payin' me at all, ya bum." That's when she turned back to Marty, "What were we talking about again?"

Marty replied, a bit sarcastically, "You were tellin' me what a great guy Kid is."

Trixie sighed, "Yeah, I guess he is a pretty crummy boyfriend. But until my insurance policy checks out, I guess I'm stuck with him."

The youngest McFly repeated, "Insurance?"

The singer confirmed, "Yeah. Look, I might not be the brightest bulb in the marquee, but even I know you don't break up with a creep like Kid without something to keep him from goin' all crazy on you."

Marty wondered, "What's this insurance policy all about?"

Trixie stated, "Are you kiddin'? There's only one person I trust with my secrets! But I ain't seen him in weeks."

He gasped, "You don't mean..."

She confirmed, "Artie McFly!"

Marty said, "Artie McFly."

Trixie perked up, "You know him?"

Marty admitted, "Not as well I thought."

Trixie explained, "Before he took a powder, Artie was tutorin' me in all sorts of stuff. Etiquette, philosophy, accountin'...he a regular Renaisauce man. He even had one of those smart guy professor pipes." That's when she brought it out and showed it to Marty. "See?" She said.

Marty perked up, "Can I borrow this?"

Trixie answered, "Sure." Marty put the pipe in his pocket. She added, "I've been secretly workin' on my get-out-of-Kid card for weeks now, but Artie's the only one I trust to check my work. You can't be too careful when you're dealing with a manic like Kid, y'know?"

Marty stated, "Hey, you can trust me. C'mon what's the dirt you got on Kid?"

Trixie shook her head, "Nix on that. I ain't spillin' nothin' til I talk with Arthur McFly."

The youngest McFly tried, "Hey, if I can arrange a meeting with Artie, could you use that insurance of yours?"

The singer replied, "Use it? Heck, if what I'm sittin' on pans out, I could send that bozo all the way to the big house!"

Marty told her, "I'll see what I can do." Trixie had admitted that she had a sore throat as they were speaking. That's when he saw some song lyrics that Trixie was working on, "I don't care. What's that? A song?"

Trixie admitted, "I haven't memorized 'em yet."

Marty told her, "Break a leg."

She replied, "Thanks!"

Marty thought, 'She's supposed to turn on Kid Tannen tonight? Okay Doc, let's hope for Annie's sake that you are right.'

Marty went over to Officer Baines and said, "Hey, I know you! You're Officer Baines."

Steven confirmed (very drunk), "Baines. Occiffer Steven...Steven Baines... Hill Valley, P.D. Have we met? You look mafiliar."

Marty whispered, "We aren't supposed to meet quite yet, great uncle...er Steven."

Steven replied, "Well then, sit down and have a drink on me!"

Marty asked, "I have been hearing you've been having troubles?"

Steven frowned, "Troubles? Buddy, nobody knows the troubles I've seen."

Marty offered, "Wanna talk about 'em?"

Steven replied, "Do I? Do I! Yeah, I do! Listen, it all started when this car..."

Trixie sang, "Every morning, every evening! Ain't we got fun! Not much money, oh but honey, ain't we got fun?"

Steven perked up and enjoyed himself a bit too much. Marty knew that he had to do something. Marty told him that he would be back and Steven replied that he would be there.

Marty whispered, "How in the world am I supposed to do this...? I can't do this without Annie..."

He sniffled a bit, trying to hold back tears. He just needed a minute. He was about to go outside when he heard someone.

"Hey! Nice suit."

Marty turned and saw Kid there. Marty quickly fought away his tears when he was facing the gangster. "Uh thanks? I had it, um, custom made."

Kid replied, "Yeah? Quality material... Who are you? Where're you from?"

Marty answered, "Name's, uh, Michael Corleone. I mean nobody! I am no one that you know. I come from a very different place..."

Kid insisted, "C'mon, what's the dope? Spill it or I'll..."

That's when he got into Marty's face, a punch ready.

Matches warned, "Go easy, Kid. From the cut of the suit, I'm thinkin' he might be with the Valenti gang!"

Kid turned to Marty and asked, "Zat so?"

Marty answered, "Uh...yes?"

Kid demanded, "Prove it. You ain't leaving until you show me some bona fides!"

Marty pulled out the yellow gun as he commented, "I've got something here that might convince you..." Zane, Cue Ball, and Matches were pointing their guns right at Marty, ready to protect Kid.

Matches threatened, "Don't. Even. Blink."

Marty added, "It's not a real gun, it's not a real gun! I swear! It's a gift from Don Valenti!"

Kid read the writing on it, "To your family from mine, in gratitude for your continued service. J.J. Valenti. Looks like little Mikey Corleone really is with the Sacramento boys! You got stones, pee-wee. I like that! Have yourself a drink, on the house." He turned to Matches and huffed, "Matches, put your gun down, ya look like a moron!"

Matches did what he was told, though he growled at Marty. Marty turned, looking at the caricatures on the wall.

He asked Zane, "What's this all about? Who are those guys?"

Zane answered, "The caricatures hanging along the Wall of Honor commemorate those who are no longer with us on account having ticked off one Irving "Kid" Tannen."

Marty did a double take, "They're the guys Kid's had killed?"

Zane sounded offended, "Of course not! They're just a bunch of guys that Kid didn't particularly like, that at a later date turned up dead. It's a whatdoyoucallit, circumstantial coincidence."

Marty didn't like that idea, it was way too morbid.

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Wishmaker1028: Too morbid indeed. Please read and review! And always think outside of the box!