Mojo's workin'. Groovy, groovy. Where's Bugsy,

He should be out here learnin' dis step.

Bugsy is embarrassed and tries to hide his face.

TONY

Here's a new dance sensation

I call da “Clifton Strut”.

He starts puffing and strutting back and forth in tempo with the music.

INT. DISCO - LATER - CLOCK

Reads, 2: 20 AM and the place is almost empty. The Bartender is cleaning up. The Owner is counting the drawer. Bugsy is passing out at the bar. Tony's still carrying on.

TONY

I'm sittin' in dis restaurant in Cologne,

Eatin' dis bowl a noodles.

BUGSY

Tony, I can't stay up any longer.

We have to work tomorrow.

TONY

Whatta ya mean... da evenin's still young.

We're gonna pick up some chicks.

Lemme buy ya another drink.

Hey, Bartender, another drink for old Bugsy here.

BARTENDER

Hey, that's it fellas, we're closed.

TONY

Whatta ya mean?

BARTENDER

We closed the bar twenty minutes ago,

You're gonna have to leave.

TONY

Okay, look. Just lemme have one more drink.

BARTENDER

No. You're not getting any more drinks.

TONY

Why didn't ya tell a guy?

BARTENDER

I told you three times in the last

Fifteen minutes, the bar is closed.

TONY

Look, I'll just nurse my drink here.

BARTENDER

You ain't nursing no drink.

We're not losing our liquor license.

(reaches for Tony's drink)

TONY

Getcha hands off me, mister.

Getcha hands off me, I'll call a cop.

BARTENDER

I didn't touch you.

TONY

Just keep your hands to yourself.

The owner comes over.

OWNER

What seems to be the trouble here?

TONY

I don't care, what seems ta be da trouble wid you?

OWNER

Why, there's no trouble with me.

BARTENDER

Billy, he wants another drink.

I told him a half hour ago last call.

OWNER

I'm sorry, sir. He told you we're closed.

TONY

Closed, huh? Okay, fine!

OWNER

Okay, fine. No problem.

If you just leave with your partner here...

TONY

Dis ain't no partner, dis is my associate,

Bugsy Meyer of Clifton and Meyer Esquire,

And I'm Tony Clifton Esquire.

OWNER

Fine, Mr. Clifton Esquire,

now if you would just...

TONY

You better get some better records

Around here, pal, or next time I'm gonna

Take my gang somewhere else.

BARTENDER

(pissed)

Come on, come one, get out of here

Before I take a club to you.

OWNER

(aside to Bartender)

Take it easy, the guy's a nut.

TONY

All right fine, I'll take a club ta you.

As a matter of fact...

BUGSY
(interrupting)

Come on, Tony, let's go.

TONY

You will never see my face

around here again...

They start to leave but Tony walks back in.

TONY

And I'm not gonna tell my friends

About dis dump. And I know people

In high places. As a matter of fact,

Frank Sinatra is a personal friend a mine.

(struts back and forth)

OWNER

(to Bartender)

Don't even look at him. He'll leave.

TONY

Well, I guess I'm gonna leave.

I can tell where I'm not wanted.

I'm gonna go back where I belong!

Tony walks into the hall and back in again.

TONY

What? Did I hear somethin'?

I'm waitin'... did I hear somethin'?

Owner and Bartender are silent.

Tony leaves, only to appear once more.

TONY

And another thing... I'm gonna tell da

Federal Drug and Administration Building

That you're waterin' your drinks.

He leaves and before he has a chance to return, the Owner rushes over and locks the door.

OWNER

(to Bartender)

We gotta put up a new age restriction --

no one allowed over thirty!!

EXT. DISCO - NIGHT - BUGSY

Getting into a cab.

BUGSY

Can I drop you anywhere, Tony?

TONY

No, I think I'm gonna walk around a little...

Y'know, communicate wid Mother Nature.

BUGSY

Yeah, well, when you see her,

Communicate her one for me.

TONY

Dat I will Bugsy, dat I will.

Tony sees the taxi drive is black.

TONY

(to driver)

If he doesn't get ta his destination,

I got your number.

(to Bugsy)

Take care, Bugs.

The cab peels away. One by one the colorful outside lights of the disco go out, plummeting the street into a gray darkness. Tony lights up a Lucky, pulls up his collar and struts down the street.

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