(Fat Sam sees the guns and runs behind a door. The company are in shock,
Bronx Belle: Dilly the gun, get the gun, you don't leave it you dummy.
Fat Sam appears from under a table centre stage sheepishly speaks)
- Ok Ok everybody
- nothing to worry about now..
- back to your tables,..
- (Walk down to band)
- Razzmatazz! Music!
- I wanna see everyone enjoying themselves.
- I wanna extend to y’all my hospil…hospil….
- Free drinks on the house!
- It’s just a little excitement that’s all…
- no one can say Fat Sam don’t run the liveliest joint in town
- Ha Ha!!
The band plays on a little muted the customers
begin to move and chat a little quiet. Fat Sam tidies up and walks over to SL where Knuckles is sitting propped up holding his bleeding arm!
Knuckels: You know what this means...
Knuckles; Yes boss I’m bleedin.
- This means there's trouble for me.
(full stop sound from band!!)***
- Good Evening folks!
- Welcome to Fat Sam’s Grand Slam…I’m Sam Stachetto himself…
- biggest operator in Manhattan..
- Although .this is just a small part of my Empire…
- I’m planning to expa…expa…
- grow bigger out west in LA and Las Vegas
- I have some guys working for me who are of the highest calib..calib…You know real high class hoodlu..
- I mean...operators..yeah, real high class!!
- Right now I’m having a little bit of “bother” with a dum broad who is trying hard to over my territory….
- So,if you’ll excuse me I’d better go and sort that out!...
- But stay around and enjoy the show…
- drink up, and have another,
- there’s plenty more where that comes from
- Ha Ha ha!!! !!!
- (Black out)