INTO. DINER-NIGHT ACE DIAMOND, a Private detective enters and quickly slides into booth and lights up cigarette. BEVERLY, WAITRESS, 20, walks over pad in hand and puts cop of coffee down. BEVERLY Come on, Ace, you know the rules. ACE It's just you and me, Bev. Who's going to say anything? I won't if you won't. BEVERLY I could lose my job. ACE Swell. then you could come live with me. BEVERLY A studio apartment overlooking a Bodega. Just what I've always dreamed of. ACE But, you'd have me to come home to every night. BEVERLY Very tempting. Let me run that by my husband. You want your usual? ACE Your husband could see you on weekends. That seems fair. Skip the eggs over. I'm not very hungry for anything. Except you. She puts her pad back in her pocket. BEVERLY I'm not on the menu. Ace takes another slow drag on his cigarette. ACE I'll talk to the manager about that. You'd be a much better choice than the oatmeal. She leans over takes the cigarette from his lips and puts it out in saucer. ACE You're right. These things could kill you. BEVERLY Not you. You're probably gonna get shot by some pissed off husband. Ace smiles ACE If it was yours, it would be worth it. BEVERLY He'll be here in about ten minutes. You might get a chance to test your theory. ACE How much does he know about us? BEVERLY Nothing. But he dislikes you enough to put a bullet through you just because you're at my table. ACE Does he shoot all your customers? BEVERLY Just the lousy tippers (Pause) You've got to get out. ACE I think I'd like some eggs, scrambled. BEVERLY It looks like you might be getting some brains scrambled. Here comes my husband and I think you're looking like a very bad tipper to him. FRANK, Beverly's husband heads straight for Ace's table. FADE TO BLACK. .. ,