Pat: A trench coat?
Pedro: Long story…
Pat: And time is short, I take it?
Pedro: Yes. Which is why I need your help, Pat.
Pat: A trench coat?
Pedro: Long story…
Pat: And time is short, I take it?
Pedro: Yes. Which is why I need your help, Pat.
Pat: Ah… That pendant?….
He motions to Charlie, still sitting at the table. Pedro nods yes.
Pat: How did you track it down to her?
Pedro: Some guy in a trench coat
Both men are silent.
Pat (looking up at Pedro): So, what was Franco looking for now?
Pedro: A pendant.
Pedro: Huh, huh…
Pat: I thought you were done with that family?
Pedro: You’re never quite done with the O’Sullivan’s. As well you know, don’t you?..
Pat (taking a long draught of his beer): Aye…
Pedro (laughing): Not even close…
Pat: What!? How many Francos did we know?
Pedro: I’m talking about THE Franco.
Pat: Defranco? I don’t recall any Defranco…
Pedro: No, no… In our field, Pat, There really is only one Franco.
The light dawns on Pat.
Pat: Ooh!..THAT Franco…
After a pause.
Pedro: You remember Franco?
Pat frowns.
Pat: Franco?…Franco?… Let me see…I can think of Franco the Friar… Franco Zefferelli… Franco Fitzgerald…
He looks at Pedro.
Pat: Am I getting close?…
Pat: Well, I think I’ve heard that one before.
Pedro laughs. After a pause.
Pat: And, what what you fishing for?
Pedro: You wouldn’t believe it if I told you, Pat.
Pat: Try me, sonny boy…
Pedro: In Scotland, fishing.
Pat (smiling): Is that your alibi?
Pedro (sounding shocked and smirking): Alibi?
Pedro: Yes. I shouldn’t have been surprised to get her call.
Pat: When was that?
Pedro: About a week ago.
Pat: Where were you?
Pat laughs heartily.
Pedro: I was not given much of a choice, was I?
Pat: No. You’re lucky you got off so easy.
Pedro: I do owe her a lot.
Pat: Yes. Which is probably why she called you, yes?…
Pedro does not answer and looks at Charlie, sitting at the table, watching the dancers below.