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Royal sits on a stool across from Richie and Margot on the couch. Chas stands at a table in the corner reading Richie’s Atlas of the World. Royal looks to Chas. Chas looks back at him but does not move. Royal looks back to Richie and Margot.
ROYAL
I’ve missed the hell out of you, my
darlings. You know that, don’t you?
MARGOT
I hear you’re dying.
ROYAL
So they tell me.
MARGOT
I’m sorry.
ROYAL
(shrugs)
I had a good run.
RICHIE
You don’t look so sick, Dad.
ROYAL
Thank you.
RICHIE
What’ve you got?
ROYAL
I’ve got a pretty bad case of cancer.
CHAS
(yawning)
How long are you going to last?
Royal looks across the room at Chas. Chas does not look up from his atlas.
ROYAL
Not long.
CHAS
A month? A year?
ROYAL
About six weeks.
Royal looks back to Richie and Margot.
ROYAL (CONT’D)
But let me get to the point here. The
three of you and your mother are all
I’ve got, and I love you more than
anything.
Chas laughs quietly.
ROYAL (CONT’D)
Let me finish. Now, I’ve got six weeks
to set things right with you, and I aim
to do it. Will you give me a chance?
CONTINUED: (2)
CHAS
No.
ROYAL
Do you speak for everyone?
CHAS
ROYAL
Well, you’ve made your views known. So
why don’t you let somebody else do some
of the talking now?
MARGOT
What do you propose to do?
ROYAL
Well, I can’t say, really. Make up for
lost time, I suppose. But the first
thing I’d like to do is take you to see
your grandmother, at some point.
RICHIE
(pause)
I haven’t been out there since I was
six.
MARGOT
I haven’t been there at all. I was
never invited.
ROYAL
Well, she wasn’t your real grandmother,
so I didn’t know you’d be interested,
sweetie. Anyway, you’re invited this
time.
MARGOT
Thanks.
Richie looks to Chas. He looks back to Royal.
RICHIE
You know, Rachael’s buried there, too.
ROYAL
(pause)
Who?
CHAS
My wife.
ROYAL
Oh. That’s right, isn’t it? Well, we
can swing by her grave, too.
CONTINUED: (3)
Chas slams the atlas shut and puts it back into the bookcase. He walks toward the door. Royal extends his hand as Chas walks by. Chas slaps it away and goes out of the room. Royal says to Margot and Richie:
ROYAL (CONT’D)
I’ll be right back.