RICK
I found a way out of this shithole.
TAMBURINI
Ah. Good for you.
RICK
Could be good for both of us TAMBO.
TAMBURINI
Yes?
RICK
I found merchandise that I can move fast once I get it to the other side of Gibraltar. Only thing now is finding an investor to front financing for transport. To get these weapons into theatre. We sell and that’s our getaway money.
TAMBURINI
Last week I shattered a young gentleman in a poker match. He had to telegram his brother to make good the settle up.
RICK
Ah. You don’t say.
TAMBURINI
No. Rick. I do, did, say. You should believe me more times.
RICK
Introduce me and I’ll believe you, my hash-riddled, alleged, aviator.
TAMBURINI
Easy. Every morning he drinks off his hangover at that cafe around the corner.
RICK
Tomorrow morning then
…
(next morning)
Andreas Ferrari, Rick Blaine. Mr Blaine, Signor Ferrari.
(ANDREAS nods, barely, in clear pain)
SR FERRARI, The Captain tells me you have a line of credit, access to capital.
ANDREAS FERRARI
Captain, who is this creature?
Why is he interrupting my treatment?
And why has he asked me such a personal question?
Is it not punishment enough I lost my assets to an opium fiend?
TAMBURINI
And those of your brother … ( big smile, laugh )
RICK
My name is Rick Blaine. I am nobody to you. It’s been a pleasure.
(Rick turns to go.)
TAMBURINI
Wait! Wait! Andreas, show some breeding. You’re Italian, not Sicilian.
Rick, wait. You can do business with this drunk.
RICK
I don’t care for how he does business. Thanks but no thanks.
TAMBURINI
(Quiet, aside)
Ricky, he’s being a painful loser for his bad poker. He’s compensating, too, pecker of a sparrow. Let’s talk for a miniature time at least.
You need each other. He needs to pay his brother back. You need to buy your freedom and favorably, me freedom, too. Don’t fuck me up here.
RICK
You just want a line on better hash.
TAMBURINI
Well, there is … you make a point
…
(seated at table)
ANDREAS FERRARI
Ok, Signor Blaine, I will present your business plan to my brother.
