Game 6 Page #19

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LAUREL:

See, Daddy.

STEVEN:

And Peter Redmond helped immensely.

These pauses were exquisitely

timed. He made us wait and wait. He

built a gorgeous tension and

suspense.

NICKY:

We worked very hard on the pauses.

Nicky places it on the counter.

STEVEN:

I called Sports Phone from Lhasa,

Tibet. Freezing in my little rented

Fiat. Sheep on a hillside. Rocky

debris dating back millions and

millions of years, from the time

the Himalayas thrust up when the

plates of India and Asia collided.

Red Sox 3, White Sox 2. A moment in

the history of the world.

Nicky takes Steven's head and moves it tenderly against his

chest. When Nicky releases the head, he has Steven's toupee

in his hand. He looks at it briefly, then hands it to Laurel.

EXT. 48TH STREET NEAR ELEVENTH AVENUE

A yellow taxi comes speeding past, moving eastward on 48th

Street. We see it from various perspectives and elevations.

It is a large checkered cab, the only thing moving in the

night. Steam comes billowing from funnel vents. The taxi

catches every light just before it turns red.

INT. TAXI

Nicky is driving, his face showing intense satisfaction.

Laurel sits next to him.

Driver's name plate ---

MEMLUK:

SULEYMAN:

The driver sits in the middle of the rear seat, looking

somewhat nervous.

LAUREL:

Faster, Daddy.

EXT. 48TH STREET

The taxi crosses Park Avenue, speeding past the bronze statue

of a man hailing a cab.

It approaches First Avenue, where a road divider bisects the

thoroughfare. Nicky swings into a sharp turns, barely

averting contact with the divider, and stops abruptly.

Three doors open. On the empty street, Nicky hands the driver

a wad of bills. Then he and Laurel step over the divider. He

puts his arm around her shoulders and they cross the avenue

to the glass tower where they live.

The sun begins to climb out of the East River.

THE END:

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