Game 6 Page #13

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The bar crowd picks up the chant.

TV images. The Red Sox have scored and lead 2-0.

INT. MANION'S OLD TIMER TAVERN - THE TABLE

Nicky stands to see the action better. His jacket swings open

and Toyota sees the revolver tucked into his waistband.

INT. THE BARRYMORE

eople seating themselves in the orchestra.

Noise from the tavern TV continues to be heard from the

subjective viewpoint of a man in the theater who has a

miniature TV and earphones.

Steven Schwimmer in an aisle seat in the orchestra. He sees

Paisley sitting in the theatre some distance away.

House lights go down.

Two figures hurrying down the aisle. An usher leading a young

woman. The woman is Laurel Rogan, Nicky's daughter, wearing

her headset antennas.

Laurel squeezes past some people and takes her seat, and

Steven, sitting three rows back, watches her with interest.

The curtain comes open.

INT. MANION'S OLD TIMER TAVERN - LATER

Cheering from the bar crowd.

Nicky is a little disheveled. He has finished his dinner and

is eating from Toyota's plate finishing and watching the

game.

TOYOTA:

You're a family man, Frankie?

NICKY:

Wife and daughter. My father's

still alive.

He outlives me, starting tonight.

Because the Mets just tied the

score. It was only a matter of

time, wasn't it?

TOYOTA:

An how many years does it take a

person to make his family safe and

secure and happy, and then in one

dumb moment, what does he do?

NICKY:

I don't know Toyota. What does he

do?

TOYOTA:

And the people he hurts the most

are the people who love him.

Despite who he is and what he does

for a living. We're always saying

we want to take control of our

lives. You don't want to take

control. You want to lose control.

Jesus knows it.

Nicky is standing again but he's not looking at the TV screen

this time. His gaze is directed at someone who has just

entered the tavern.

A woman stands at the entrance, middle-aged and somewhat

anxious, looking for someone. She is Lillian Rogan, Nicky's

wife.

NICKY:

It's a complicated subject.

TOYOTA:

It's a simple subject.

Nicky gestures that he will be right back.

INT. MANION'S OLD TIMER TAVERN - THE BOOTH

LILLIAN:

Your father said you might be here.

NICKY:

Two-all after six.

LILLIAN:

I've been looking for you because I

want to let you know what's been

going on before you read about it

in a gossip column.

NICKY:

We stranded five runners in the

first two innings. This will come

back to haunt us.

LILLIAN:

I want to be fair-minded, Nicky.

NICKY:

All right. What's been going on?

LILLIAN:

I've been talking to a prominent

divorce lawyer.

NICKY:

How prominent?

LILLIAN:

He has his own submarine. I'll be

getting everything that matters.

I'll get New York and I'll get

Connecticut.

Happy roars from the bar crowd.

A young waiter arrives with menus.

NICKY:

I'll have whatever she's having.

LILLIAN:

(to Waiter)

I don't want to be responsible for

his food. Just a small green salad.

And a Perrier.

NICKY:

Bring me the bay scallops with

mercury poisoning.

WAITER:

Yessiree, Bob.

NICKY:

Get the hell out of here. I don't

want you bringing our food. Send a

real waiter.

INT. MANION'S OLD TIMER TAVERN - THE BAR

TV images:
action on the field.

Crowd at the bar. Noise like a massive pulse beat. Bar crowd

picks up chant from stadium crowd.

BAR VOICES:

Rog-errrr! Dew-eeey!

INT. MANION'S OLD TIMER TAVERN - THE BOOTH - LATER

Dinner has arrived with a bottle of wine. A cigarette burns

in the ashtray in front of Lillian.

NICKY:

Opening night, Lillian.

LILLIAN:

Who the hell cares?

NICKY:

The whole thing is my fault. I took

unfair advantage of your patience

and understanding. You understand

me.

LILLIAN:

That's always been my problem.

NICKY:

And you've been extremely patient.

LILLIAN:

You know why, don't you? Because I

am patient, chain-smoking Lillian.

NICKY:

You smoked because I smoked. We

were falling in love, remember? I

used to see certain movies only

because you had seen them. I wanted

to see what you saw.

LILLIAN:

I'd forgotten that.

NICKY:

I went because you went. You smoked

because I smoked.

LILLIAN:

That's very lovely actually.

NICKY:

Laurel wants us to be honest and

open. Let's be open with each

other.

LILLIAN:

Be open with me. I'd like that.

NICKY:

There may be things you'd rather

not know about.

LILLIAN:

I want to know. We haven't talked

this way in years.

NICKY:

I had an affair -- are you sure you

want to hear this?

LILLIAN:

Joanne Bourne.

NICKY:

Alma Wetzel.

LILLIAN:

Nicky, no. This is insupportable.

How could you?

NICKY:

I'm a man. She's, you know, a

woman.

LILLIAN:

She's my gynecologist.

Lillian begins to weep lightly.

NICKY:

I am really, deeply sorry.

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