Game 6 Page #4
- Year:
- 2006
- 15 min
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Nicky shifts his gaze. He sees Elliot Litvak slinking across
the street, looking faintly unclean and shows a trace of a
smile. He watches Elliot enter the lobby of the Chemical
Bank.
INT. BANK
Elliot is at a cash machine, making an elaborate transaction.
Nicky appears, approaching the adjacent machine. Elliot sees
him.
ELLIOT:
Nicky. I was thinking about you. I
went to the preview last night.
NICKY:
I don't want to hear about it.
Nicky attends to his own transaction.
ELLIOT:
(whispering)
A lovely piece of theater. Small
but important.
NICKY:
Shut up, Elliot.
ELLIOT:
Quietly effective.
Nicky takes his cash and begins to move away.
We don't appreciate what they've
built for us. We're artists who are
too dumb to see that this is the
peak moment of Western culture.
NICKY:
You're an artist. I'm a craftsman.
ELLIOT:
Press a button and they give us
money.
NICKY:
Ride with me. We need a haircut.
INT. TAXI
Stalled between Park and Madison. The driver has opened the
door and is standing just outside the cab, trying to
determine the cause of delay.
ELLIOT:
(whispering)
How is Lillian? I haven't seen her.
NICKY:
She wants a divorce.
ELLIOT:
Don't talk like that.
NICKY:
It's over, finished and done with.
ELLIOT:
That sounds so final. But are we
really surprised?
NICKY:
I'm completely stunned. I don't
want this to happen.
ELLIOT:
But didn't we know it would happen?
NICKY:
Don't needle me, Elliot. Tell me
how bad you feel. We're suppose to
feel bad together. This is what
friends do.
ELLIOT:
(whispering)
Joanna Bourne. So rich and crisp.
This woman lets you touch her body?
You put your hands on her personal
parts?
Nicky hits Elliot -- a token blow to the arm. Elliot thinks
about it, then hits back.
They swat each other, half kiddingly, each of them leaning
away from the other to prevent being hit in the face.
EXT. THE STREET
A whitish brown mist is building the west. There is a sense
of scurrying people.
INT. TAXI
The driver re-enters.
DRIVER:
We must abandon.
NICKY:
What do you mean, we must abandon?
DRIVER:
Ruptured steam pipe.
ELLIOT:
Ruptured steam pipe.
DRIVER:
Asbestos lining. Do not inhale.
NICKY:
We must abandon.
DRIVER:
Contaminated substance. Very
dangerous. Shooting mud.
NICKY:
Do not inhale.
ELLIOT:
We must abandon.
DRIVER:
Ruptured steam pipe.
NICKY:
Very dangerous.
ELLIOT:
Asbestos lining.
NICKY:
We must abandon.
ELLIOT:
Do not inhale.
Driver's name plate --
BODENHEIM:
YEHOSHAFAT:
Nicky pays him.
EXT. THE STREET
The driver flees eastward. Nicky and Elliot run across
Madison Avenue. A snowstorm of asbestos is shooting out of a
man hole cover west of Fifth Avenue, reducing visibility to
near zero. Cars and people are white shadows.
The two men, with collars raised and hands over heads hurry
into a restaurant on 47th Street between Madison and Fifth.
INT. RESTAURANT - LATER
A small narrow room. Handsome wall paintings -- a Tuscan hill
town. Very slow day.
Nicky and Elliot sitting with a carafe of wine, a bottle of
mineral water and some bread sticks. Glancing at menus
intermittently.
NICKY:
I'm trying to think. When did you
start looking so terrible? You look
awful.
ELLIOT:
I can tell you the year, the day,
the night, the minute.
NICKY:
You used to love life. You don't
exude this any more.
ELLIOT:
What do I exude?
NICKY:
Suffering. You exude a person who
sits in a small dark apartment
eating soft white bread.
ELLIOT:
Tonight you find out what it means
to suffer.
NICKY:
Tonight. What's tonight?
ELLIOT:
Sh*t. They don't have any carrot
soup.
NICKY:
You mean because What's-His-Name.
ELLIOT:
You will suffer because he is in
the theater. And you will suffer a
thousandfold when his review
appears.
NICKY:
It's just a review.
ELLIOT:
It is just a review. Do not inhale.
Very dangerous.
NICKY:
What's the fuss? I don't get it.
ELLIOT:
That's what I said eighteen months
ago.
NICKY:
What happened eighteen months ago?
ELLIOT:
Before his Broadway days. He
reviewed the one-act I did at the
Fulton Fish Market. We did this
play at four AM, outdoors in the
rain. One performance. For the fish
handlers.
NICKY:
And he was there?
ELLIOT:
Steven Schwimmer. I memorized every
word of this review.
NICKY:
That's awful.
ELLIOT:
masochistic relish.
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