RICKY STORMS DOWN TO THE MERTZ'S APARTMENT WITH HIS CURRENT LEASE IN HAND.
RICKY
Fred! Ethel! I know you're in there! Open up!
RICKY BANGING ON THE DOOR.
RICKY
Fred! Ethel! Open this door!
RICKY SUDDENLY CHANGES HIS APPROACH.
RICKY
Ah, Fred. Fred come out, I've got tickets to the fights on Friday.
Would you like to go with me?
FRED TENTATIVELY OPENS THE DOOR.
FRED
Ricky, you're not mad are you?
RICKY
Why, of course not. What makes you think I was mad?
FRED OPENS THE DOOR WIDE. RICKY LUNGES FOR HIM, MISSES AND BANGS HIS HEAD ON THE DOOR JAMB. FRED HUSTLES BACK INSIDE, CRUNCHING RICKY'S FINGERS IN THE DOOR. RICKY, MAINTAINING HIS COOL, REPEATS HIS SURREPTITIOUS OFFER.
RICKY
Ah, Fred. Fred come out, I've still got tickets to the fights on Friday.
Would you like to go with me or not? I need to know.
FRED, FROM BEHIND THE DOOR.
FRED
Just slide my ticket under the door. Thanks. Bye.
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