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fur. All the chairs are filled with tough looking men except the Boss’s chair, which is empty.

There is a window right beside the table which measures all 125 feet providing a beautiful view
of the Big Apple. The second section is the bar which covers the front line of the bar, here is

the only entry to the bar at the very far left. Behind the bar is a magnificent rack of drinks
ranging from iced-buckets housing whiskey to 1962 Dalmore. The remaining area is taken up

by the dance section which has state-of-the art lighting and music arrangement. It has a step-

up stage at an elevation of 1.5 feet for dancers. The place is bustling with servers going around
with drinks while customers enjoy beverages and current music.

AT RISE:
All the seats at the table are occupied except the one in the front. There are murmurs within

those men. There is diminished ambient music in the background from the speakers in the bar.

Alanzo: It’s been an hour, where is he?
Ferdinando: It’s only been an hour, that’s nothing!

The Waiter brings in a comfortable chair and replaces it with the one at the front of the table.
Then he further adds a series of comforters to the chair. At the same time, Marconi walks in

the room with worry on his recently shaved face. Even the shave is up to absolute precision.
Marconi sinks in the chair as the waiter leaves.

Marconi: Gentlemen, let me preface by saying I am whole-heartedly sorry that I am 55 minutes

late. Something upsetting came up.
Ferdinando: It’s no worry boss.

Marconi: The reason I am upset is that Santiago is still walking free on my streets. My streets!
Ferdinando: Boss, we’ll get him.

Marconi: How do you know, huh?

Ferdinando: (Ferdinando speaks calmly)
Boss, we have sent four of our best hitmen after him.

Marconi: What happened to the last four?
Ferdinando doesn’t utter a word.

Marconi (CONTD.): (Marconi raises his voice) What happened to the last four? Answer me!

Ferdinando: (Ferdinando stuttering) They all failed, boss.
Marconi: What did you say? Speak loudly.

Ferdinando: (Loudly) They all failed, boss. They were all killed.
Marconi: Killed? They were executed! Every single person at the table is under sheer fear.

Marconi (CONTD.): Their wives couldn’t identify their bodies. They were…
Alanzo: Well, this time it would be different.

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