The Man in the Black Suit (Rehearsal)

There's a lot of guys in LA who wear black suits, buzzers, waiters, floor walkers, and the crew down at the car in his office. Petitini wore a black suit, but he didn't do any of those things.

He had a different angle. I found that out the first time I saw him. A big guy with a lot of black hair and a pair of hands he could have rented out to a shovel company.

You know, I started last Thursday and a one-armed joint on 6th Street. I was working on a cup of coffee that would have been Exhibit A for the restaurant commission, and the skinny guy runs the place guy ambitious.

Hey, bud! I'm gonna go at your coffee or backlot maybe, huh? Aren't you on the coffee a while? I made it myself. I got a special recipe. It's a secret. Save it for the next war. We'll need some weapons.

Oh. Try to please the public and what do you get? Nothing but talk. Everybody gotta have an answer. I'm gonna be a big man in this business someday and everyone's here. Sure, sure. You had your phones ringing. Maybe it's JP Morgan.

Well, your wise guy is something, huh? I saw it's only a girl. I ain't got one. For girl ties you down, you can't get no way. It's a bad business. Hello, you bare-clocked guy. Oh, you bare-clocked coffee shop, you know?

I'll ask him. Hey, bud, is your name Reagan? Who wants to know? A guy named Lyon. Hang up on him. That business hanging up on people, here. Okay. Yeah? Oh, Jeffrey, I'm glad I finally located you. I know this your day all.