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A third telephone conversation. Eli sits on a couch in front of a painting of two men wearing ski masks riding a motorcycle chasing after a screaming girl in a bikini. He smokes a long, Moroccan-looking pipe. Margot talks on the telephone in her bathroom on Archer Avenue. There are three bottles of developing chemicals and a photographic enlarger next to the sink.
ELI
I’m very sorry, Margot.
MARGOT
That’s OK. We’re not actually related,
anyway.
ELI
That’s true.