(he throws a dust-covered sheet to) Jack.
WEASEL:
Ah. আপনি gonna be requiring anything this evening? Huh? No? Aww…tick tick. Well then, I ought to be saying good night. Remember, on trick and I go straight to Mr. Pulitzer.
(He exits, leaving Jack alone. MORNING- Jack goes to collect his papers. Oscar and Morris come up behind him.)
WEASEL:
Sleep well Cowboy?
OSCAR:
Come with us Cowboy. We’re gonna go fix you’re pal, Davey. Fix him so he can’t walk.
MORRIS:
Shut up.
(Jack starts to go after them.)
WEASEL:
Ah! Lift one finger and it’s right back to the Refuge. Next!
(Jack picks up his papers and...
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