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Are you kidding me? You rake in more than that in a week from the club.
Coll, relax, the money is on its way.
I’m tired of feeding the fat frog. He’s eating into my
I hear ya. DeMange can put it away that's for sure.
(A MOBSTER steps into the phone booth light and taps on the glass door. Coll turns to see the guy unloading his Tommy gun. Coll falls through the opening and dies.)
(LIGHTS UP on another part of the stage: Comedy Club. Candy is approach-
ing White with a butcher knife as he plays cards with other JFs.)
Old man, you can’t make me do what I don’t want to do.
(Candy raises the knife
high over his head. JFs knock their chairs over to get out of the way. White doesn't move as Candy stabs himself in the stomach and falls onto the poker table, knocking it over and spilling money, chips and cards every-where. Group, table and chairs retreat OUT OF THE LIGHT to the back of the stage.)
(LIGHTS UP on another part of the stage as Miss Thelma lying upright in bed, moans and writhes in pain. She’s praying. Beverly is holding her
hand as another woman mops her brow. An egg,
browned on both sides,
has been placed on her
Miss Thelma suddenly
sits up and screams.)
(Group and the bed retreat OUT OF THE LIGHT to the back of the stage.)
(LIGHTS UP on another part of the stage: Madame’s bedroom as
she rushes through the door-way, locks the door and throws herself under the the bed.
LOUD KNOCKING on the door.)
Queenie, open the
(Madame is shaken. Sud-denly the door is kicked in and GANGSTER enters
with a smoking Tommy gun. Group retreats OUT OF THE LIGHT to the back of the stage.)