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HOSTESS:

May I help...?

She then sees Jessica and guesses her occupation.

HOSTESS:

Oh, hi. They've been expecting you.

Take the elevator upstairs. You can

change in the card room.

INT. ELEVATOR - HAVANA ROOM - NIGHT

They stand side by side in silence as the lift rises. Jess

adjusts her bosom. Bobby continues to percolate. His pager

goes off. He recognizes the number.

BOBBY:

You talk to Max today?

JESS:

I'm not gonna mention Ricky to him.

BOBBY:

Don't expect you to mention it to

him. I'm just saying, if --

JESS:

The only way he'll go with Ricky is

if you're in too.

BOBBY:

Well, that's not gonna happen.

JESS:

Fine. You want to help Ricky, talk

to Maxie yourself.

BOBBY:

I feel weird asking him.

JESS:

You shouldn't. He likes you.

BOBBY:

I just wish he never brought it up.

Ricky won't shut up about it.

JESS:

Forget Ricky. You should be glad Max

got you driving for me.

BOBBY:

(then)

No coke tonight.

(no answer)

Right?

JESS:

Leave me alone. I haven't touched

anything in months.

The elevator door opens, and a room full of horny young AGENTS

and EXECUTIVES see Jessica and cheer. She smiles and drops

her coat. The crowd can't believe their luck when they see

how hot she is. Bobby's heart sinks. He picks up her coat

and walks to the bar as the men wave bills at the love of

his life.

INT. BAR - HAVANA ROOM - UPSTAIRS - CONTINUOUS

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