EXT. TANGELO--NIGHT



It's a starry night under the palm trees and the gray 

ocean pounding the shore, and a crowd gathering outside 

the club for the comedians 'ALI THE BERBER BARBER', 

'OMAR THE SHERIFF,' and 'SGT. PEUGEOT.' 



Taking in the palm trees and the ocean, Dameon, huddles, 

in a fedora and detective's raincoat.



			DAMEON

	As dusk covered the city, I got that gut feeling that

	we'd not heard the last of Beverly Stevens. Or indeed, 

	Mack and Dameon.



INT. TANGELO--NIGHT 



Club Tangelo is dusted in ash-orange light. Wicker tables 

peek through palm trees. A LEE-ENFIELD BOLT-ACTION RIFLE, 

rusty from years in a Tunisian desert, a WALTHER P38, 

a bayonet, and more of the same, are hooked with iron 

rings to brick walls. World War II reconnaissance photos 

and bombing target maps, blown up to mural size, are 

lit by tangerine spotlights. 

It's busy--casino off to the right, comedy club and 

restaurant to the left. And smack in the center, 

stretched like an island prize is a HAWKER HURRICANE IIcc. 

The Hurricane is now part of the popular bar--her top, 

side and left wing sliced off by enemy fire and a 

crash landing. Fiat joins Dunne at the bar.



Biggs and Dameon leave the Men's Room.



			FIAT 

	Ballistics said four bullets. Two in one Federal Agent; 

	two in the other. Colt Delta Elite. Ten millimeter 

	automatic. I know you know the brand.



			DUNNE

	I also know the Sahara is the desert but I haven't 

	killed anybody there. Yet.



Fiat laughs. 



Lori, snug in the blue jumpsuit worn by Tangelo waiters 

and waitresses, wheels a huge cheesecake across to Biggs's 

table. A horse carved from white chocolate sits atop the 

cake. A hot fudge number 3 drips down the horse's side. 

Good luck Wednesday made from M&Ms decorate the cake. 

Dunne joins Biggs.



			DUNNE

	Chef Emile says the kab el ghzal is perfect tonight.



			BIGGS

	Thank you, Ben. I am impressed. You know your business.



Dunne notices Biggs's Hotel Ritz Maroc key to the Penthouse, 

and wraps up the conversation. 



			DUNNE

	Your business is phosphates. If you'll excuse me, 

	I have a comedy club to run.



Bright gantry lights above the stage go down and a 

spotlight catches Ankhrahman leaving his maitre d' post 

to emcee the show up on the stage:



			ANKHRAHMAN 

	Our next comedian has been all over.



			HECKLER 

	And he's not funny anywhere.



			ANKHRAHMAN

	Let's have a warm Tangelo welcome for the King of 

	Carpeting, Omar the Sheriff.



The keyboard player, SAM SONG SUNG, strikes up a Moroccan 

version of a Temptations hit, as OMAR comes on stage and 

works the room. He's dressed in cowboy threads with chaps. 

Fiat waves to Omar.



			OMAR

	Glad you finally joined us, Inspector Fiat. Folks, 

	wherever you go, whatever you do, tell 'em Inspector 

	Fiat sent you.



Fiat waves to the crowd.



			HECKLER

	Leave my friend alone. He's the best money can buy.



Biggs roars with laughter. Dunne removes the 'Reserved for 

Heckler' table sign as Heckler settles at his own table.



			OMAR

	My father was a wealthy fisherman.



			HECKLER

	What's his net worth?



			OMAR

	Last night my father and I played cards with two 

	African tribesmen.



			HECKLER

	Zulus?



			OMAR

	No, I won two hundred bucks.



			HECKLER

	Last night I played cards with three lions and two

	cheetahs.  One cheetah lays four aces and the 

	other cheetah lays four aces. One of the lions say to 

	him, "You cheetah." One of the cheetahs 

	scratches his head and says to him, "You lion."



INT. TANGELO--LATER



			MACK

	Dunne took the Ralph Stevens case. Beverly must have 

	arranged better terms with him.



			DAMEON

	Forget the dame.



			MACK

	It's hard to forget a woman who exercises regularly.



PULL BACK from Mack and Dameon to see Lori waiting tables and 

PULL BACK MORE to eavesdrop on Biggs and party:



			BULGHAR

	Boss, those two flyballs are the worst private 

	detectives in North Africa.



			BIGGS

	Mack and Dameon. They could be useful to me.



			ACHEM

	Those are the two who got locked in the First Savings 

	and Loan of Casablanca's safe last Christmas Eve.



			BIGGS

	So that's why the idiot was talking to his dick in the 

	men's room.