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Richie and Royal stand on the sidewalk. Royal’s suitcases are beside him. Margot and Henry stand at the top of the steps, in the front doorway.
ROYAL
You know, Richie, this illness, this
closeness to death. It’s been very
profound for me. I feel like a
different person. I really do.
RICHIE
Dad. You were never dying.
ROYAL
(smiles)
But I’m going to live.
Richie shakes his head. He turns away and goes up the steps, past Margot and Henry, into the house. Royal and Margot look at each other. Royal points to Henry.
ROYAL (CONT’D)
He’s not your father.
MARGOT
(pause)
Neither are you.
Margot closes the door. Royal puts his hands in his pockets. He stares into space. He begins to cry. A gypsy cab pulls over to the curb. Royal waves to the driver.
The front door of the house opens. Pagoda comes down the steps with two suitcases. He looks furious.
ROYAL
How you doing, pal?
Pagoda drops his suitcases to the ground.
PAGODA
You son of a bitch.
Pagoda’s teeth flash as he goes over to Royal and stabs him with a penknife. Royal screams. He clutches his side. He falls on the ground. The gypsy cab driver watches blankly.
ROYAL
Goddammit! That’s the last time I get
knifed by you! You hear me?
Pagoda helps Royal to his feet. He collects his suitcases. Royal leans on Pagoda as they get into the gypsy cab. Royal says to the driver:
ROYAL (CONT’D)
The 375th Street Y, please.
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