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Poor Miss Sarah!
- I wonder why a refined doll like her
- is mixed up in the Mission dodge.
Benny: She is a beautiful
dole, all right, with one hundred percent eyes.
How can she make any money from that?
- It is too bad that such a dole wastes all her time
- being good.
Benny: Maybe she owns a piece of the Mission
(Harry the Horse enters L1 crosses to Benny)
Harry: Benny Southstreet!
Benny: Harry The Horse! How are you! You know
Harry: Yeah. How goes it?
Nicely: Nicely, nicely, thank you.
Harry: Tell me, what about Nathan Detroit? Is he got a
place for his crap game?
Benny: We don’t know yet.
The heat is on,
Benny: He’s still looking for a place.
Harry: Well tell him I’m loaded and looking for
action.I just acquired five thousand potatoes.
Benny: Five thousand bucks!
Where did you acquire it?
Harry: I collected the reward on my father.
Benny: Everybody is looking for action. I wish Nathan
finds a –
(Lieutenant Brannigan entres to Benny)
- Why, Lieutenant Brannigan!
- Mr Southstreet, it is Lieutenant Brannigan
- of the New York Police Department.
Benny: A pleasure.
Brannigan: Any of you seen Nathan Detroit.
Benny: Which Nathan Detroit is that?
Brannigan: I mean the Nathan Detroit who’s beenrunning a floating crap game around here and getting away with it by moving it to a different spot every night.
Why are you tell us this-Your Honour?
Brannigan: I am telling you this because I know you
two bums work for Detroit, rustling up customers for his crap game.
Brannigan: You can tell him from me. I know that right
now he’s running around trying to find a spot. Well, nobody’s gonna give him a spot, because they all know that Brannigan is breathing down their neck!
Nathan: Fellas, I’m having terrible trouble. Everybody’s scared on account of that lousy Brannigan, and I can’t Brannigan: Something wrong, Mr Detroit?
Nathan: Oh. Hello Lieutenant. I hope you don’t think I
was talking about you. There are other lousy Brannigans.
Brannigan: Detroit, I have just been talking to your colleagues about your crap game. I imagine you
are having trouble finding a place.
Nathan: Well the heat is on as you must know from the
fact that you now have to live on your salary.
(Brannigan glares and exits)
- Benny: Did you find a place.
- Nathan: What does that cop want from me? What am I a
- sex maniac? I merely run a crap game for the convenience of those who want a little action in return for which I take a small cut. Is that a crime! Yeah!
Benny: Nathan! Did you find a place?
Did you find a place for the game?
Nathan: Did I find a place! Did I find –yes I found a
place. We are holding the crap game tomorrow night atg Radio City Music Hall.
Benny: How yu gonna fix the ushers?
Nathan: I tried the regular places. The back of the
cigar store, the funeral parlour-
- you said once there might be a chance
- of the Biltmore Garage.
Nathan: I was over to the Biltimore Garage, spoke Joey
Biltmore himself. He says the might take a chance and let me use the place, if I gave him a thousand bucks.
Benny: A thounsand bucks!
Nathan: In cash. He wont take my marker.
Benny: Your marker’s no good huh?
Nathan: What do you mean, huh? A marker ain’t just a
piece of paper that says IOU. One thousand dollars signed Nathan Detroit. A marker is like a pledge which a guy can’t Welch on it. It’s like not saluting the flag.
(Benny and Nicley remove their hats)
Nathan: My marker is as good as gold, only Joey Biltmore don’t think so. It don’t seem possible. Me
- without a livelihood. Why, I have been running the crop game ever since I was a juvenile delinquent.
Benny: Nathan, can’t you do something.
Nathan; What can I do? I’m broke. I couldn’t even buy Adelaide a present today, and you know what day today is? It is mine and Adelaids’s 14th anniversity.
Nathan: Yeah. We been engaged for 14 years.
Benny: Nathan, concentrate on the game. The Town’s up
to here with high players. The Greek’s in town.