INT. CAFE DELLE COSE SPORCHEE’. MID DAY

FURAMA sits at a small table flanked by a mixed group of individuals, some are dressed in cowboy attire while others resemble turn-of-the-century Italian anarchists.

The CAFE DELLE COSE SPORCHEE’ is an ornate, wood-paneled place with high nicotine stained ceilings. There is one BARISTA wearing a bow tie, standing in front of a huge stainless steel espresso machine.

FURAMA smokes a metallic pipe ferociously. He puffs like a steam-powered train. The AUDIENCE does not see his face.

In a LONG SHOT, LANGDO enters the cafe, brandishing a single-shot pistol. He is holding it high with his arm at a ninety degree angle.

As if on cue, FURAMA ducks to the side as the bullet strikes a less vigilant & self-aware ITALIAN ANARCHIST in the shoulder.

There is a loud CRASH as the bullet exits the shoulder & smashes a mirror into tiny pieces.

ITALIAN ANARCHIST
Che’ cazzo fa?
(Subtitle: What the fuck is he doing?)

LANGDO drops the pistol casually and queues up at the counter.

LANGDO
Prendo un cafe’ doppio.
(Subtitle: I’ll take a double espresso)

BLOOD spurts all over the table like cranberry juice.

A CLOSE UP on the HAND of FURAMA - ornate titanium ring on the marriage finger - as it reaches for his espresso cup, which is splattered with BLOOD.