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Sam gives notice …

Last call rang a hour ago. Sam goes to get his take from the door after the bar closes.  Minnie, a large large large, black woman wearing a green accountant’s visor looks up balefully.

Minnie The Moocher

 

Sam, perfect timing, I’m counting out.

Hands Sam his stack.  Sam ruffles the bills. Pauses.

 

Problem?

Sam counts the bills.

Sam

Uh, Miss Minnie, I’m not sure I see the full amount here.

Minnie the moocher

Come again, nigger?

sam

Just we had a big night.  I’m supposed to get 10% of the door.  Seems a little thin’s all.

minnie the moocher

That’s your cut. Get outta here, nigger.

Sam turns around to go back downstairs.  Packing up his stuff, Connie comes storming downstairs.

Connie

Sam, what the holy fuck are you up to?

Sam

Boss, what do you mean?

Connie

Minnie just told me what you did.

Sam

Uh, I just asked her about my cut for tonight.

Connie

She says you accused her of shorting you, then threatened her.

Sam

No Boss, I swear I didn’t threaten nobody.

Connie

Good. Then go apologize for a misunderstanding.

Sam

Boss, I ain’t apologizing.

Connie

What the fuck did you just say?

Sam

She must have miscounted.

Connie

Oh no, you miscounted, Sam.

Connie nods to FBI muscle, who rams Sam against the wall. Holds him there. Connie comes over.   Brass knuckles Sam.  Tooth comes out.  Connie bares his teeth, hisses:

Nigger, I can buy and sell you people every hour every day.  You ain’t special.

Sam

No suh, I guess i ain’t.

Connie

Goddamn right.

Muscle lets go of Sam. Connie & Muscle leave the room. Sam stands straight.

Rick

Sam, why do you eat shit from Connie?

Sam

I needs the day job, boss.

Rick

Why don’t you play in one of the black clubs, get treated right?

Sam

Boss, it’s worse over there.  Getting even.  Getting over.  At least Connie pays regular, wrong, but regular.

Rick

Sam, that’s just wrong.  I know he and Minnie are shorting you.

Sam

Oh well boss.

Rick

There’s gotta be a better place for you, Sam.

Sam

Oh, there is boss.

Rick steps out to front door to smoke.

Sam opens piano lid.  Pulls a dime-bag tobacco pouch of weed out. Walks behind the bar grabs 2 bottles of whiskey. Saunters back to piano.  Breaks bottle on the piano lid, pours contents in.  Fishes through right pocket for the cash Minnie gave him. Drops cash inside the piano.  Fishes through left pocket for matches. Strikes, drops match in.  Pulls tooth out. Drops it in there, too.  Sam walks out front door.  Lights up a joint.

Rick

Sam, that viper never does smell any better.

Flames erupt back inside Connie’s.  Yelling, cussing.

Sam

Well, I guess I’m out of a job now. Good night, boss.

Nods.  Sam walks up the street.

Rick

G’night, Sam.

Rick walks down the stairs to the subway.

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