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Chas closes the door and turns on the light. There are hundreds of board games, most of which are about thirty years old, in shelves up to the ceiling.
CHAS
Stay away from my children. Do you
understand?
ROYAL
(looking around)
My God. I haven’t been in here in
years.
CHAS
(screams)
Are you listening to me?
ROYAL
Yes, I am. And I think you’re having a
nervous breakdown. I don’t believe
you’ve recovered from Rachael’s death.
I think --
Chas turns off the light, goes out of the closet, and closes the door. Royal stands alone in the dark. He switches the light back on and looks down at the floor. He smiles.
ROYAL (CONT’D)
There you are.
The stuffed boar’s head is under the bottom shelf, in the corner, covered with dust.