The gang have gathered together upstairs at the Atlantic Club
START: We don’t know it was him. We – don’t… excuse… Mickey. Some bloke called Sam. Could be Sam Spade. Sam Cooke.
END: Saturday night. I’m like who’s this, who’s this, drink more, smoke more. Busy, busy, busy. Really can’t say.
Jez Butterworth, Mojo, NHB Modern Plays, 2013, p.41.
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