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MULLIGAN:

(looking around)

Well, if you gotta go -- this is the

way to do it.

The funeral director leads Mulligan to a table next to the

bandstand. As he moves off, a waiter comes up.

WAITER:

What'll it be, sir?

MULLIGAN:

Booze.

WAITER:

Sorry, sir, we only serve coffee.

MULLIGAN:

Coffee?

WAITER:

Scotch coffee, Canadian coffee, sour-

mash coffee...

MULLIGAN:

Make is Scotch. A demitasse. With a

little soda on the side.

As the waiter starts away, Mulligan stops him.

MULLIGAN:

Haven't you got another pew -- not

so close to the band?

(points to a better

table)

How about that one?

WAITER:

Sorry, sir. That's reserved for

members of the immediate family.

He winks, goes off. Mulligan scans the room.

From a side door comes Spats Colombo, followed by the four

hearsemen. They walk cockily toward the table 'reserved for

the immediate family.' A DRUNK, standing with a cup of booze

in his hand, is in their way. Colombo pushes him aside, and

the contents of the cup slop over. Colombo freezes in his

tracks, glances at his feet. The other four men have also

stopped, and stare in the same direction, horrified.

Spats Colombo's immaculate spats are no longer immaculate.

There is a whiskey stain on one of them.

Colombo throws his henchmen a sharp look. They grab the

offending drunk, hustle him toward the exit.

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