INT. MONTRESORS. NIGHT
MONTRESOR notices an intoxicated FORTUNADO making a fool of
himself in the kitchen. MONTRESOR grinds his teeth at the sight of FORTUNADO
but keeps his composure. MONTRESOR approaches FORTUNADO.
MONTRESOR
Fortunado! You seem
to be enjoying yourself.
MONTRESOR
(Angrily under his
breath)
On my dime yet again
FORTUNADO
Of course my old
friend, this
is quite a gathering
you’ve put together.
MONTRESOR
Yea anyway I seem to
have
come across a bottle
of Amontillado,
but I am quite skeptical.
FORTUNADO
Amontillado? It can’t
be!
MONTRESOR
Well that’s why I’ve
come
to the connoisseur
himself.
FORTUNADO
At least you came to
your
senses and stayed
away from
that Luchesi fellow
this time.
FORTUNADO
(Stumbling)
Lets have a visit to
your cellar,
I’ll let you know
what you
have on your hands
there.
MONTRESOR
Another time, enjoy
yourself.
FORTUNADO
I’d have no greater
pleasure.
MONTRESOR
I’m sure
FORTUNADO
What’s that?
MONTRESOR
To the cellar!
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