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Royal and Richie stand on the edge of the roof, looking out at the city. Silence.
ROYAL
Margot Tenenbaum?
RICHIE
Yeah.
ROYAL
Since when?
RICHIE
Since always.
ROYAL
Does she know?
RICHIE
Uh-huh.
ROYAL
And what’s her feeling about it?
RICHIE
I think she feels confused.
ROYAL
I can understand that. It’s probably
illegal.
RICHIE
I don’t think so. We’re not related by
blood.
ROYAL
(pause)
That’s true.
Silence. Royal nods.
ROYAL (CONT’D)
It’s still frowned upon, but then what
isn’t these days, right?
Richie nods. Royal shrugs.
ROYAL (CONT’D)
I don’t know. Maybe it works. Why not?
Hell, you love each other, and nobody
knows what’s going to happen, so --
Royal stops short. His expression changes.
ROYAL (CONT’D)
You know what? Don’t listen to me. I
never understood her, myself. I never
understood any of us. I wish I knew
what to tell you, but I just don’t.
RICHIE
(pause)
That’s OK.
ROYAL
No, it’s not.
Royal looks very sad. He stares down at the ground. He takes a deep breath. He says quietly:
ROYAL (CONT’D)
Do you still consider me your father?
RICHIE
Sure, I do.
ROYAL
that department.
RICHIE
I know you do, Pop.
Royal nods. He keeps looking down at the ground.
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ROYAL
I don’t blame you, by the way.
Richie looks off into the distance. He frowns.
ROYAL (CONT’D)
She’s a great looking girl, and she’s
smart as a whip, and --
RICHIE
Mordecai?
Royal looks up. A falcon flies in a low circle around the building. Royal and Richie watch as it lands on the railing in front of them. Silence.
ROYAL
Holy shit.
Richie slowly reaches out to the falcon. He smooths out the feathers on its neck and says softly:
RICHIE
You came back.
Royal looks up at the sky. He seems frightened.
ROYAL
Jiminy Cricket. He must have a goddamn
radar in his brain.
Richie frowns. He hesitates.
RICHIE
I’m not so sure this is Mordecai.
ROYAL
What do you mean? He flew right in
here.
RICHIE
Yeah, but now he has white feathers on
his neck.
Royal and Richie study the falcon. Richie seems uncertain.
ROYAL
Well, the son of a bitch must be
molting.