Game 6 Page #2
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- 2006
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JOANNA:
Apparently it didn't help. You know
about Peter, of course.
NICKY:
Our Peter?
JOANNA:
Peter Redmond. They found out why
he can't remember his lines.
There's something living in his
brain. A parasite he picked up in
Borneo, doing the movie.
NICKY:
Can he get through it?
JOANNA:
They're watching him closely.
There's a special rehearsal set for
this afternoon. To bolster his
confidence. And that's not all.
NICKY:
I've got bigger problems, Joanna.
Personal problems.
JOANNA:
That's not all, Nicky. I've been
backing your plays for fifteen
years. And I've never been more
depressed.
NICKY:
About what?
JOANNA:
Steven Schwimmer. The most powerful
critic in America gets his first
crack at Nicky Rogan.
NICKY:
(hiding his concern)
Look. All I want is a haircut. I'm
JOANNA:
Ever since he started reviewing the
Broadway theater, nobody in this
business has been worried about
anything else.
NICKY:
They can send their heartless
brilliant boy-critic. There's a
much bigger thing going on than
tonight's opening.
JOANNA:
What?
NICKY:
The Red Sox
JOANNA:
You mean the World Series? I
thought the Red Sox were winning.
NICKY:
Three games to two. But if you know
their history, you realize there's
a tragedy in the making. I've been
carrying this franchise on my back
since I was six years old.
JOANNA:
It can't be all that personal.
Joanna enters the walk-in closet to finish undressing and get
a nightdress.
NICKY:
If you have a team you've followed
all your life, and they raise your
hopes and crush them, and lift them
and crush them, do you want me to
tell you what it's like? It's like
feeling your childhood die over and
over.J
JOANNA:
I mean Nicky, really, no.
Nicky follows her into the closet, still in his shirt and
boxer shorts.
JOANNA:
I'm proud of this play. It's so
different from anything you've
done.
NICKY:
This is how we've managed to last.
JOANNA:
We're able to surprise each other.
NICKY:
In and out of bed.
JOANNA:
Because we're completely
mismatched.
NICKY:
We don't even like each other, do
we?
Nicky walks out of the closet, takes off his shirt, gets into
bed.
JOANNA:
I used to tell myself. Talent is
more erotic when it's wasted. Will
I see you tonight?
NICKY:
The Red Sox blow a chance to win
their first World Series since
1918. You expect me to miss that
for an opening night?
Joanna emerges from the closet in her nightdress and gets
into bed.
JOANNA:
It makes me so mad. Steven
Schwimmer ready to strike. The
exterminating angel.
NICKY:
It's all worked out. They'll lose
tonight. Then they'll lose
tomorrow. I see it with stunning
clarity.
JOANNA:
It's your best play, Nicky.
NICKY:
They'll lose because they're my
team.
JOANNA:
He will absolutely hate it.
INT. STEVEN SCHWIMMER'S LOFT
Steven is just waking up. The radio plays soft music.
He reaches over and hits the off button, then activates the
cassette player. He struggles out of bed and Sufi music
begins to fill the room.
He stands at the foot of the bed, a man in his mid-twenties,
hollow-chested, slightly potbellied, wearing rumpled pajama
bottoms and a Mostly Mozart T-shirt.
He does not remove the sleep mask.
The music has a sensuous, driving beat. Voices begin to
chant.
Steven holds his arms parallel to the floor. Slowly he begins
to turn, clockwise. The beat picks up and he whirls more
quickly, his mouth coming open.
Now he begins to whirl about the room. The chanting grows in
intensity. Although he is blindfolded, Steve deftly avoids
running into furniture and other objects.
Steven stops whirling at the precise moment the music stops
playing. He is back at the foot of the bed, arms stretched
wide.
INT. TAXI
Creeping along. Nicky leaning toward the driver.
NICKY:
I wrapped my sandwiches in tinfoil.
I ate and drove. I had one of those
big checkered cabs.
DRIVER:
You are going where?
NICKY:
Crosstown.
DRIVER:
Very bad today.
Driver's nameplate --
CHOUDHURY:
RAMASWAMY:
NICKY:
I cleaned out the ashtrays
religiously.
DRIVER:
I am sitting here five years in
traffic. It is one continuous
traffic since I arrive. Why must it
be?
A taxi pulls up alongside. Nicky notices the young woman in
the rear seat. It is his daughter Laurel. He opens his
window.
NICKY:
Laurel, stay there.
(to his driver)
Keep the meter running. And try to
stay abreast.
Nicky leaves his taxi and gets into Laurel's.
INT. SECOND TAXI
Nicky pushes in next to her. Laurel is eighteen, slightly
overweight, with a pleasant and expressive face. She is
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