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Authors: David Mamet

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Levene:
Me.

Roma:
Yeah.

Levene:
Mm.

Roma:
Well, you want to swing by the Chinks, watch me eat, we’ll talk?

Levene:
I think I’d better stay here for a while.

Baylen
sticks his head out of the room:

Baylen:
Mr.
Levene . . .
?

Roma:
You’re done, come down and let’s . . .

Baylen:
Would you come in here, please?

Roma:
And let’s put this together. Okay? Shel? Say okay.
(Pause.)

Levene
(Softly, to himself):
Huh.

Baylen:
Mr. Levene, I think we have to talk.

Roma:
I’m going to the Chinks. You’re done, come down, we’re going to smoke a cigarette.

Levene:
I . . .

Baylen
(Comes over):
. . . Get in the room.

Roma:
Hey, hey, hey,
easy
friend, That’s the “Machine.” That is Shelly “The Machine” Lev . . .

Baylen:
Get in the goddamn room. (Baylen
starts manhandling
Shelly
into the room.)

Levene:
Ricky, I . . .

Roma:
Okay, okay, I’ll be at the resta . . .

Levene:
Ricky . . .

Baylen:
“Ricky” can’t help you, pal.

Levene:
. . . I only want to . . .

Baylen:
Yeah. What do you want? You want to
what? (He pushes
Levene
into the room, closes the door behind him. Pause.)

Roma:
Williamson: listen to me: when the
leads
come in . . . listen to me: when the
leads
come in I want my top two off the list. For
me.
My usual two. Anything you give
Levene
. . .

Williamson:
. . . I wouldn’t worry about it.

Roma:
Well I’m
going
to worry about it, and so are you, so shut up and
listen. (Pause.)
I GET HIS ACTION. My stuff is
mine,
whatever
he
gets for himself, I’m talking half. You put me in with him.

Aaronow
enters.

Aaronow:
Did they . . . ?

Roma:
You understand?

Aaronow:
Did they catch . . . ?

Roma:
Do you understand? My stuff is mine, his stuff is ours. I’m taking half of his commissions—now,
you
work it out.

Williamson:
Mmm.

Aaronow:
Did they find the guy who broke into the office yet?

Roma:
No.
I
don’t know.
(Pause.)

Aaronow:
Did the leads come in yet?

Roma:
No.

Aaronow
(Settling into a desk chair):
Oh, God, I hate this job.

Roma
(Simultaneous with “job,” exiting the office):
I’ll be at the restaurant.

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