You know Lola. She was a showgirl with yellow feathers in her hair and a really low-cut dress. She dated the bartender Tony, and they worked together each night from eight to four.

At the Copa, they fell in love.

Then Rico comes in with his diamond. He takes some unwanted liberties with Lola, and Tony jumps across the bar. The punches flew. Chairs were smashed in two. Blood. A single gunshot.

But who shot who?

Fast-forward thirty years. Lola’s still at the Copa. Still wearing the feathers. Still in that dress. But… she’s a mess. She holds her head high but drinks herself half-blind. Tony’s gone. She’s alone at the Copa.

Don’t fall in love… unless it’s with Cococabana.