Game 6 Page #9

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STEVEN:

And I thought, at last, she's here,

she wants me.

PAISLEY:

I don't want you, Steven.

Paisley moves towards the door.

STEVEN:

Stay. Teach me to be compassionate.

PAISLEY:

I'm going home to my machine.

EXT. STREET CORNER CASH MACHINE

Elliot looks up and sees Paisley emerging from Steven's

building. He crosses the street toward her.

When Paisley sees him, she seems to freeze.

EXT. THE BARRYMORE THEATER

47th Street between Broadway and Eight Avenue.

Nicky walking slowly backwards, arm raised, trying to hail a

cab. It is getting dark. He glances left, sees a large two-

panel poster in front of the theater. One half is a black-and-

white photo -- a younger Nicky Rogan, in a tuxedo, holding an

award in his raised hand.

The other half is all type --

SIDEWALKS:

The new

Nicky

ogan

He sees someone enter the theater lobby. It is his daughter

Laurel. He follows, catching up to her at the end of a short

line of people at the ticket window.

NICKY:

Laurel. Tickets are all set. I

double-checked.

LAUREL:

Thanks, Daddy. But I just need one.

Mother's not going.

NICKY:

Opening night?

LAUREL:

I know -- why should a bitter

divorce interfere with tradition?

Laurel reaches the window and speaks to the clerk.

LAUREL:

Rogan, Laurel. You also have a

Rogan, Lillian. She won't need it.

Sell it.

NICKY:

Take it yourself. Take a date.

LAUREL:

I don't have a date. I don't want a

date.

They leave the window with Laurel's ticket.

NICKY:

And you blame me. It's because we

never talk. Let's talk.

LAUREL:

I have a class. I'm late.

NICKY:

Can we talk later? Will you be at

the party?

LAUREL:

I'm not sure.

She is out the door, hurrying across the street. Nicky stands

under the marquee, calling out to her.

NICKY:

I'll find you. After the show.

Somewhere.

INT. TAXI

Moving very slowly.

Driver's nameplate --

MOSHOESHOE:

IBRHIM:

DRIVER:

A man is hit the other day by

another taxi. I mean he is flying.

Crash against the windscreen. Right

here in my face. Blood is

everywhere.

NICKY:

I never left the garage without my

Windex.

DRIVER:

I was barrister in Kenya. I said to

him, get off from here. I cannot

drive with your body on my

windscreen.

NICKY:

I drove twelve hours straight

through. Ate at the wheel.

RIVER:

You have to eat at the wheel. You

cannot get anywhere.

NICKY:

That's the drama. We're waiting for

life to continue. Where do you pee,

Ibrahmin?

DRIVER:

Under the Manhattan Bridge.

NICKY:

That's where I peed.

EXT. THE STREET

47th Street between Eighth and Ninth Avenue. A hotel, a high

school, brownstones with fire escapes.

INT. MICHAEL ROGAN'S KITCHEN

Michael, Nicky's father, is making an omelette on the old

stove. He is pushing eighty, slow-moving, with a two-day

stubble.

Knock at the door.

Michael goes to the intercom, inches from the door.

MICHAEL:

(into speaker)

Who is it?

NICKY (V.O.)

I'm at the door.

MICHAEL:

(into speaker)

Go way. I'll call a cop.

NICKY (V.O.)

Pop, will you let me in?

MICHAEL:

(into speaker)

Where the hell are you?

NICKY (V.O.)

Right here. At the door.

Michael goes to the door and looks through the peephole.

INTERCUT AS NECESSARY

MICHAEL:

What do you want?

NICKY:

It's me. Nicky.

MICHAEL:

Nicky comes on Sunday's.

NICKY:

Where are your glasses? Go get

them.

MICHAEL:

If it's you, what are you doing

here?

NICKY:

I'm on my way to get a haircut.

MICHAEL:

Where does Nicky get his hair cut?

Nicky stands against the door, speaking softly into the

peephole.

NICKY:

Across Ninth Avenue. Dodgie's.

Where you've been getting your hair

cut for fifty years. Where Uncle

Billy and Uncle Marty got their

hair cut. Where Jim Rorty shot a

man for cheating at poker.

MICHAEL:

It was rummy, not poker. But I'll

take a chance and let you in.

INT. MICHAEL ROGAN'S KITCHEN - LATER

Michael is eating his omelette at a small enamel-topped table

in the kitchen. Nicky stands by the boxlike refrigerator,

drinking a beer. This is the kitchen that is the centerpiece

of the theatre set. The new play is Nicky's young life.

NICKY:

It's a constant shock to me, how

small this place is. How did we do

it? Five people in these little

rooms.

MICHAEL:

Get yourself something to eat.

Nicky takes some eggs out of the refrigerator.

NICKY:

We must have been heroic.

MICHAEL:

Five's not so many. There were

families with seven kids. A

grandmother. A dimwit uncle.

NICKY:

Lillian says it once a week. `Why

doesn't he come live with us?'

MICHAEL:

You know the answer to that.

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