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Father and son stand by the doorway, Jim about to exit--
JIM
“Dr. No” next week. Or whatever’s playing
on 86th...?
ANDREW
...I’d rather do it here.
JIM
Ok. I stacked your pantry with Gushers.
Andrew manages a smile. A moment passes between them.
ANDREW
Thanks, Dad...
Jim exits. Andrew hangs back. A moment...
Then, Andrew glances down at his phone. Scrolls to a specific number: “NICOLE”.
He looks at it. Thinking. Finger hovering over it...
Then, too scared, he pulls back. Pockets the phone.