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[i]Lights up on the dilapidated Little Lyceum, down-town New York.
It's 1923, and it's a time of change. It's been five years since the Great War, and America is waking up again; New York is a whirlwind of fashion, jazz hands and cabaret erupting like lesions and distorting the already thin social fabric. Skirts are shortening and hands are flapping, while all around the Big Apple, the headlights of Ford auto-mobiles pick out the rain. Just walking through the high-street, you bump into the well-dressed and the great unwashed, the hoi palloi and the high society now almost indistinguishable. Movie star or prostitute, prohibition-flaunting mobster or business-man, or even the infamous Diamond Killer who is stalking the streets of New York City - there is no earthly way to know.

Well, [/i]somebody[i] knows.

Lights up on the dilapidated Little Lyceum, down-town New York, where[/i] somebody [i]is going to be killed.[/i][/center]