INT. THE BLACK DOG TAVERN, LONDON - NIGHT

Pipe smoke and low beams. NAN TULLY (30s) counts coins into stacks. JACK HOLLIS (20s) drops a fine hat on the table.

JACK
A rum nab. Took it off a sapscull at the cockfight.

NAN
You bubbled him?

JACK
Bammed him. Told him his horse had kicked the bucket in the yard. He ran out. I didn't.

Nan slides half the coins across the table.

NAN
Then we go snacks. You're a bene cove, Jack Hollis.

JACK
And if he comes looking?

NAN
Then nobody in this house peaches. Sit down.