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Eli walks into the vestibule smoking a joint which he keeps in his mouth at all times like a cigarette. He opens the front door. Richie stands on the top step.
ELI
Oh, my Lord. Look at you.
Eli embraces Richie. They smile sadly at each other.
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Richie and Eli walking into the front room of the house. It is furnished like a house in the English countryside, with antiques and potted flowers and old rugs.
RICHIE
Did you tell Margot about that letter I
wrote you?
ELI
(hesitates)
Why? Did she mention it?
Richie does not respond.
ELI (CONT’D)
Yes, I did.
RICHIE
Eli, that was meant to be just between
you and me.
ELI
I know. I’m sorry. Why would she have
repeated that, I wonder?
RICHIE
Well, I would ask you the same question.
ELI
(pause)
Rightly so.