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Scene from a deli


It's 3 a.m. on a Thursday night in a Brooklyn corner deli.
CLERK #1, an Arabic man in his 40s, stands behind the
corner with a weary look on his face.

A CUSTOMER, a white man in his late 20s, walks up to the
counter, and pays for a single bottle of beer.

                          CUSTOMER
              (with an Brooklynese Italian accent)
          They got him. Zarqawi.

                          CLERK #1
              (not understanding)
          Zaqqawi?

                          CUSTOMER
          Zarqawi, you know, Zarqawi.

CLERK #2, an Arabic man in his early 20s, looks up from
mopping the floor.

                          CLERK #2
              (with a harder "r")
          Zarqawi.

                          CLERK #1
          Ahh, Zarqawi.

                          CUSTOMER
          Yeah. (pause) I guess, I say it with my
          Italian accent ...

                          CLERK #1
          They got him?

                          CUSTOMER
          Yeah, it was on the news. They finally
          got that motherfucker.

                          CLERK #2
          A good thing.

                          CUSTOMER
          Yeah. (pause) Next is Bush.

CUSTOMER exits.
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