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Okay, but where s the game?

(Exclamations from the CRAPSHOOTERS  NATHAN enters.)
 

I ll tell you in a minute.

(BENNY crosses to him.)

Nathan, is it all set? Can I tell the guys that it s at the Biltmore Garage?
 

Not yet. I got to stall  em for a while. Joey wants his dough first.
 

But it s eleven o clock  they won t stick around much longer.
 

So sue me... 

(HARRY THE HORSE crosses to NATHAN.)
 

Detroit, if you do not have no place for your game, tell us, and we will seek elsewhere for entertainment.
 

Now take it easy, Harry.
 

(he points to a big, tough-looking guy)
I would like you to meet Big Jule from Chicago.

(NATHAN crosses to BIG JULE, HARRY follows.)
 

(very ingratiating)
Why, how do you do, Big Jule.
 

I came here to shoot crap. Let s shoot crap.
 

Nathan. If there is no crap game tonight I am sure Big Jule will be considerably displeased; and Big Jule does not like to be displeased.
 

(putting his hand on BIG JULE s arm)
Big Jule, believe me when I tell you that when Nathan Detroit  Nathan Detroit& 

(NATHAN moves his hand and pats BIG JULE on the chest. His words slow down as he feels Jule s gun. NATHAN removes his hand as though he touched a hot stove.)

& When Nathan Detroit arranges something& you can count on it that& 

(NATHAN peters out as BRANNIGAN enters and crosses to the group. They are practically lined up for him, and he looks them over very carefully.)
 

Well!& Well!& an interesting gathering indeed. The cream of Society& Angie the Ox& Society Max& Rusty Charlie& Liver Lips Louie.

(BRANNIGAN walks up, looking them over& goes down the line but nobody says anything.)

What s the occasion, gentlemen?
 

Well, we... er 
 

It s a party.
 

SIDE 2

Benny! Give testimony.
 

I ain t no stool pigeon.
 

Come, brothers  I know it is difficult. But let one of you give testimony to the sin that is in his heart. Anyone. 
 

Harry! 
 

Oh, no!
 

(louder this time)
Harry the Horse!
 

(getting reluctantly to his feet)
Ah, well, like when Sky was rolling us for our souls 
 

I beg your pardon?
 

Sky Masterson. He rolled us a thousand dollars against our souls. That s why we re here.
 

I don t think I understand.
 

I do, General. He means that they are only here because Mr. Masterson won them in a dice game.
 

How wonderful! This whole meeting the result of gambling. It shows how good can come out of evil. Sergeant Sarah, you have done remarkable work.
 

(a small voice)
Thank you.