Game 6 Page #14

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LILLIAN:

It violates so many trusts.

NICKY:

It was an animal thing. No real

intimacy.

LILLIAN:

I never thought of Dr. Wetzel as

having a sex life outside the

office.

NICKY:

We did it in the office. She

thought her apartment was too

impersonal.

LILLIAN:

I'm glad we're having this talk.

NICKY:

I feel great. I feel impeccably

alive. I'm elated. Eat something.

Please. I love you.

INT. MANION'S OLD TIMER TAVERN - THE BAR

Moans from the bar crowd.

TV images.

Scoreboard:
Red Sox lead 3-2 in the seventh inning.

EXT. THE STREET

Nicky with one arm raised, hailing a taxi. He and Lillian

kiss sweetly.

A taxi pulls up and Lillian gets in. She and Nicky hold hands

through the window.

LILLIAN:

You look awful, sweetheart. Get a

haircut. Get a lawyer.

Across the street, the man in the cutaway is dancing with his

doll. The tape machine plays, "In the Wee Small Hours of the

Morning."

INT. MANION'S OLD TIMER TAVERN

Nicky rejoins Toyota and Matthew. He carries the wine bottle

and his glass.

MATTHEW:

Great game. Red Sox are winning.

NICKY:

They're always winning. Until they

lose.

TOYOTA:

Your problem is you take the easy

way out. Losing is easy.

NICKY:

Winning is easy. Losing is

complicated. It's a lifetime's

work.

TOYOTA:

It may be work but it's not honest

work. Faith is the real work.

MATTHEW:

Clemens has a blister. Look.

They're pinch-hitting for him.

TV SCREEN:

Mike Greenwell comes up to hit for Clemens. Two pitches, two

strikes.

NICKY:

He's a twenty-four-game winner. He

pitches seven solid innings. We

scratch out a one-run lead. Of

course he gets a blister. Of course

they put up Greenwell even though

Baylor's sitting on the bench. Of

course Greenwell strikes out.

Third pitch. Greenwell strikes out.

INT. MANION'S OLD TIMER TAVERN - THE TABLE

TOYOTA:

You made him strike out. You wished

it on him. You want to lose. It's

too hard for you to believe in

something. It's hard to have faith.

It's hard Nwork to trust somebody.

NICKY:

(reciting)

"It looked extremely rocky for the

Boston nine that day."

TOYOTA:

You're afraid to risk believing.

Believe in them. Believe in your

self. Take a risk. It will humanize

you as a person.

NICKY:

I want to believe.

TOYOTA:

If you believed, you wouldn't be

walking around with a handgun in

your belt. What does that tell me?

You want to make the night come

down.

INT. THE BARRYMORE

iew from the wings. Jack Haskins and Renee Simon looking on.

The stage. Peter Redmond as the Father sits at the end of the

sofa. The fifteen-year-old actor who plays the Son approaches

him, sitting on a footstool and leaning close.

FATHER:

I always thought a night's sleep is

what you get for a hard day's work.

But these last weeks I lie there

helpless. Hour after hour. I've

come close to praying for the first

time since I was your age. Pray to

God to put Sme out.

SON:

I talked to the doctor again, Pop.

He said she's not getting any

better. He wants to talk to you. I

think he means right away.

FATHER:

How bad is she?

SON:

This could be it.

Peter stares at the Son, a look of desolation slowly entering

his face.

In the wings, Renee looks at Jack. She is equally desolate.

INT. THE BARRYMORE - THE ORCHESTRA SEATS

Laurel in the audience leans forward, waiting for the next

line.

teven Schwimmer watches, giving nothing away.

INT. THE BARRYMORE - THE STAGE

Peter staring at the Son. The Son looking increasingly

bewildered.

Sound of coughing in the audience.

INT. THE BARRYMORE - THE WINGS

Renee takes a newspaper off a chair, offers a section to

Jack, keeps the rest for herself.

8Sound of coughing intensifies.

INT. MANION'S OLD TIMER TAVERN

Boisterous noise from the bar crowd.

Two women exchanging high fives.

TV images.

Scoreboard:
3-3 after nine innings.

INT. MANION'S OLD TIMER TAVERN - THE TABLE

Nicky is finishing his wine. Matthew is next to him,

standing.

TOYOTA:

Say it and you'll believe it. Life

is good. Say it.

NICKY:

I want to say it because my whole

life may depend on these next few

moments.

TOYOTA:

Then say it.

NICKY:

Life is good.

TOYOTA:

Speak it like it's real. Matthew.

MATTHEW:

Life is good.

NICKY:

Life is good.

Raucous, mocking cries from the Bar Crowd.

BAR CROWD:

Hen-duuu! Hen-duuu!

TOYOTA:

What are people?

NICKY:

I don't know.

TOYOTA:

Matthew.

MATTHEW:

People are dependable.

NICKY:

I don't know if I can say that.

TOYOTA:

People are dependable.

MATTHEW:

People are dependable.

NICKY:

Let's see what Henderson does.

TV SCREEN:

Dave Henderson stands at the plate to lead off the Red Sox

tenth.

INT. MANION'S OLD TIMER TAVERN - THE TABLE

A real waiter arrives -- obese, slow-moving, with hair

curling out of his ears -- and he brings ice cream for

Matthew, coffee for Toyota and a stinger for Nicky.

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