Day #21 - "The Puzzle House"
LOU AMSTERDAM, the speakeasy owner
ELSIE WASHINGTON, a young singer
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(A young black woman in a prim frock approaches a bar in a speakeasy. A white lady dressed in a suit smoking a pipe works behind the bar.)
LOU: Lost on the way to the library?
ELSIE: Beg pardon?
LOU: Or maybe you want the Bible study three doors down.
ELSIE: I thought you served drinks here.
LOU: To grown ups, sure.
ELSIE: Then I'd like a whiskey, please.
LOU: Stiff drink for a frippy thing like you.
ELSIE: I got money, I can buy what I like.
LOU: Right you are.
(She pours the shot, hands it over, and takes the girl's money.)
LOU: You have to forgive me. We don't get too many Sunday school teachers in here.
ELSIE: I'm not a Sunday school teacher. And I'm here for the music.
LOU: That so? You got an ear for the blues?
ELSIE: I want to sing like that.
LOU: Hope your mama doesn't find out.
ELSIE: It ain't so strange. What about you, ma'am? How many white ladies running jazz joints with hooch?
LOU: Fair enough. But I've never been one to do what's expected of me. You know why I call this place the Puzzle House?
ELSIE: 'Cause you spent time there?
(ELSIE grins. LOU nods very seriously. ELSIE's expression grows a little disturbed.)
ELSIE: No kidding?
LOU: No kidding.
ELSIE: What for?
LOU: Why, liking jazz music and whiling away my time in dens of iniquity. Among other things.
(LOU grins.)
LOU: What were you expecting? A nun, maybe?
(Pause.)
LOU: Not a crazy white lady, that's for sure, huh?
ELSIE: Well... the whiskey's right.
LOU: That's enough.
ELSIE: So... what was it like in there?
LOU: That's a long story.
ELSIE: It'll kill the time 'til the band's next set.
LOU: Then I hope you can handle your whiskey, doll, because you'll be needing more of it.
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