SAM
Hello, Miss Ilsa. I never expected to see you again.

ILSA
It’s been a long time.

SAM
Yes, Miss Ilsa. A lot of water under the bridge.

He sits down and is ready to play.

Ilsa
Some of the old songs, Sam.

SAM
Yes, ma’am

Sam begins to play a number. He is nervous, waiting for anything. But even so, when it comes he gives a little start…

ILSA
Where’s Rick?

SAM
(evading)
I don’t know. Ain’t seen him all night.

Ilsa gives him a tolerant smile. Sam looks very uncomfortable.

ILSA
When will he be back?

SAM
Not tonight no more. He ain’t coming. He went home.

ILSA
Does he always leave so early?

SAM
He never — I mean –
(desperately)
He’s got a girl up at the Blue Parrott — he goes there all the time…

ILSA
Sam, you used to be a much better liar.