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MM; He aint gonna do nothing about it babe, without his gang he’s like a snail without a shell..soon he’ll throw in the towel!Both leave the laughing whispering sexy things SL Lights up on Fat SAM’S OFFICE as sound of telephone ringingand FS
- What!...I don’t believe it!
- The whole gang?
- The lotto them?
- Everybody?
- Luigi ! Snake Eyes ! Ritzy!
- I can’t believe ..
- I just can’t believe it
- (a he puts the phone down)
- The whole gang’s gone Knuckles,
- wiped out…
- that leaves just you an me..Knuckles..
- we’re on our own!
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Knuckles: what we gonna do boss?
(And cracks his knuckles nervously)
- Cut that out Knuckles
- How many more times must I tell yah
- …We …do nothing
- We act like nothing’s happened..
- we carry on as normal…..
- Tutto Casa Sono Buono
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What does that mean boss?
- What do ya mean what does it mean? ..
- Don’t you speak Italian?
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KNUCKLES No boss
- You call yourself a hoodlum
- and you don’t even speak italian?
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Knuckles; No way boss… I’m Jewish
- (Looks at Knuckes accue)
- OK Knuckles
- we play it cool we relax…
- like everything is normal
- (There is a sudden rapping on the door and FAT Sam andKnuckles are terrified, seeking cover.)
- Go see who it is Knuckles…
- go on…open it
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Blousey appears in the doorway
Knuckles; Its the broad about the audition..he is busy lady come back tomorrow Fat Sam leaps up goes call Blousey back
- No honey, wait!
- (turning to Knuckles)
- We act normal right?
- So acting normal means acting normal…
- We’ll be right out honey
- make yourself comfortable …
- go powder your nose or somthin
- (to Knuckles) See normal, that way no one will guess we’re scared shitll…..I mean scared to death,
- No no I mean concerned ,
- yes that’s it ..concerned ..
- no one will
- guess we’re kinda concerned…
- We buy ourselves time,
- thinking time right…
- Knuckles over here, come,
- I’ve made up my mind..
- I’m gonna send for someone who could help us outta this little..predictation…
- No 10% dummy here…a specialist
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He takes a photo out of his pocket
Knuckles; What kinda doctor boss?
- Not a doctor you bilberry ,
- a hoodlum specialist
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Knuckles; I thought we was hoodlums Boss
- This is no dumb bum Knuckles this is the real McCCoy
- (and holds out the photo)
- Look!
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Knuckles; aghast Looney Bergonzi!!
- The very same …
- off his trolley he may be…
- mad as a hatter, certainly ….
- but Bergonzi is the top man in Chicago…
- here’s what we do ( snatches back the photo)
- We arrange a meetin with Mad May
- (as he speaks he dials MM’s number)
- Bergonzi will be in the back of the car….
- next to me…
- Knuckles you’ll be drivin
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Knuckles; right boss…..but just a minute boss I don’t drive.(meanwhile the phone SL is ringing)
- You what ..you don’t drive?
- You no-good bum ..you motzah head!
- (into the telephone)
- Is that the Madison May residence?
- May I speak to the madam please…
- Tell her Mr Samuel Stachetto ….
- don’t worry what it’s about fellah…
- she’ll take my call ( to knuckles )
- You don;t speeak Italian
- You're Jewish,
- And now, you don’t drive???
- (Shacks his head in dispair)
- Then we got get ourselves a driver!!
- And pronto!
- Light up on Me’s OFFICE
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MM: Hello..
Hi Sam
What can I do you for?
- I want to meet up Mad …
- do a little
- ..talking
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MM; Where?
- Entrance to Central Park
- At 42nd Street.
- You hearing me?
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MM; Yeah I’m hearing you Sam,
But you come alone mind ..
no hoodlums .. you hear me?
- No hoodlums May…
- You have my word…
- (he covers the phone with his hand)
- What’s she talking about no hoodlums
- she’s wiped out all my hoodlums
- (and back to the phone)
- Just you and me Madison
- and our drivers
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MM; Agreed!
(Both put phones own together)
Got him the… asshole
Lights out and up on Speak Easy with Fizzy
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