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WE MAKE A HARD CUT to Solomon outside of the Pub, in an alley, with Brown and Hamilton. He is violently ill, hunched over and retching horribly.
HAMILTON
That's all right Solomon. No
shame in it. No shame at all.
SOLOMON
I'm not...uugh...not much of a
drinker.
HAMILTON
Just let those ill feelings out.
BROWN
Suppose we won't be going to the
Presidential Mansion. Shame.
HAMILTON
It is. Tis a damn shame. All the
more if Solomon can't summon
himself. We need to get you to
where you can rest.