(Same bar....)
BEAUTIFUL WOMAN(Slight Irish Accent)(sits down at Rick's table. He is working on a chess problem, which is interesting since the board is covered with checkers): Mr. Rick, you are a man, more or less.
RICK: I don't stick my neck out for nobody, sister.
BW: No, I am wondering about Captain Mick. You see, Sergei and I are both Irish, and we thought we were going to America, but we somehow took a wrong turn, and we seem to be in Casablanca.
RICK: Perhaps you were looking for the uisquebaugh, whatever the hell that is, don't you think Gaelic speakers should figure out how to spell, acushla machree?
BW: Captain Mick says that, well, if I hand over my Guild and certain portions of my anatomy to him, he will be able to procure exit visas for us, not to mention three choruses of Galway Bay. And--
RICK: Yes?
BW: Will he keep his word?
RICK: Hard to say. He always has in the past. You see that naked woman over there, the one hiding behind the Martin 0018 that has had the neck refinished?
BW: You mean she had a face lift?
RICK: We are talking guitars, sweetheart. Anyway, he told her some story about how he was a famous Irish spy, how the Germans -- a Count von Susato -- was making a low D pennywhistle with the help of Werner Heisenberg that would destroy the whole Irish pennywhistle industry, and that she could help him. Nothing left, she is, dare I say it, now clean as a --
CLAUDE RAINS: This place is now closed, by order of the Prefecture. I am shocked, shocked, to find Celtic music being played here. (Waiter comes up and hands him crock of gold).
RICK: Louis, before you close us down, this lady has an interesting story to tell. What did you say your name was?
BW: Sinead. Sinead O'Connor.
(Mass rush for the exits. Men cower under seats. Papal medals are hurriedly stuffed under shirts. In a corner, Captain Mick turns shamrock green with something akin to envy or horror, runs out. Claude Rains turns invisible.)
RICK: Well, Sinead, I guess it is just you and me. Sam, do you know any banshee wails?
SAM: I don't know boss, what do they sound like?
RICK: Interesting you should ask, Sam. Interesting modal qualities. Did you ever hear the Folkways record of Bulgarian blues, put out in oh, 56, I think it was? Wait, I have it here, on vinyl of course, and then there is this......... (fade out)