BOLLINGER. [Loudly.] Here, stop the band.
SARBER. Stop her.
ESROM is silent.
BOLLINGER. [Pause.] Hello, Jim. [His tone carries a nagging insinuation.
JIM. Hello.
DAVE. I'll tell the old man, Jim. [Going.
JIM. Oh, no hurry, Dave.
Exit DAVE.
BOLLINGER. Well, they killed our friend down at Louisiana last night.
[JIM chews and nods once.] Where's your pony?
JIM. [After pause.] Have you looked in the stable?