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Royal and Pagoda stand in front of the hospital. Royal points to the edge of the roof. He sounds desperate.
ROYAL
I think if we shimmy up that gutter and
jump across the window ledge we can pry
open the ventilation shaft and --
PAGODA
There he is, man.
Pagoda points to Richie waiting at the bus stop on the corner. He is dressed in surgical scrubs and bedroom slippers. His arms are covered with bandages. Royal looks puzzled. A bus pulls over in front of Richie. The doors open. Royal calls out:
ROYAL
Richie?
Richie looks to Royal and Pagoda. He sees their uniforms. He hesitates.
ROYAL (CONT’D)
Where’re you going?
Silence. Richie gets on the bus. Royal and Pagoda watch it drive away. Royal looks very upset.
ROYAL (CONT’D)
I have to say, he didn’t look half bad
for a suicide. Attempted suicide,
anyway.
Pagoda nods. He puts his arm around Royal’s shoulder.