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BELZIG The same thing your friend Dr. Jones wanted. Surely he told you there would be other interested parties.
Marion shakes her head.
BELZIG Ah, the man is nefarious. I hope for your sake he has not yet acquired it. MARION Why, are you willing to offer more? BELZIG Almost certainly. Do you still have it?
MARION No. But I know where it is.
Belzig’s smile fades at this news. He’s not a patient sort. Marion is chilled by the look. She turns and moves to the shelf of bottles behind her, reaching high for one, very near the large stuffed raven. Her hand lingers there a moment and we see - From an angle behind the stuffed raven, that the left wing spread hides a Baretta automatic pistol. Marion’s hand is very near it, but withdraws with only a whiskey bottle as the Mongolian walks toward her behind the bar.
Marion opens the bottle before Belzig, who watches her intently.
MARION How ‘bout a drink for you and your men?
The Second Nazi lights up at this suggestion. Belzig gives him a withering look.
BELZIG We will stick to the business at hand, Fraulein.
MARION
(tough) Fine. Why don’t you come back tomorrow when Jones is here and we’ll have an auction?
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