CHILI PALMER, late thirties, sits in a booth with TOMMY CARLO, a low level mob type. Chili smokes a cigarette, stares out the window at the people on the street.
TOMMY
Guy on the radio said its gonna get down to thirty-four.
Chili watches a woman on the sidewalk pause to tighten the scarf around her neck. She looks in the window, sees Chili looking out.
TOMMY
Thirty-four - thats freezing, for Chr