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Royal and Pagoda stand outside the top of the front steps. Royal says quickly:
ROYAL
I’ll contact you in the next twelve
hours and give you further instructions.
Pagoda nods. A taxi stops in front of the house. Royal’s face darkens. Henry and Etheline get out of the taxi. They each carry a playbill for a play called That Rascal. Royal clamps his hand on Pagoda’s arm and lets out a slow whistle.
ROYAL (CONT’D)
Look at that old grizzly bear.
Royal licks his fingers and smooths back his hair. He bounds down the steps.
ROYAL (CONT’D)
Hello, Ethel! Good evening, sir. Hold
the cab, please, driver.
Henry leaves the door to the taxi open.
ETHELINE
Royal, this is Henry Sherman.
ROYAL
Hey, man. Lay it on me.
Royal puts out his hand for Henry to give him five. Henry reluctantly slaps hands with Royal and says:
HENRY
How do you do?
ROYAL
(shrugs)
Ah, what can I say? I’m dying.
Henry looks uneasy.
ETHELINE
Don’t pay any attention to that man,
Henry.
ROYAL
I’m just kidding. Goodnight all.
Royal gets into the taxi and closes the door.