Game 6 Page #3

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JOANNA:

Steven Schwimmer. The most powerful

critic in America gets his first

crack at Nicky Rogan.

NICKY:

(hiding his concern)

Look. All I want is a haircut. I'm

not worried about this guy.

JOANNA:

Ever since he started reviewing the

Broadway theater, nobody in this

business has been worried about

anything else.

NICKY:

They can send their heartless

brilliant boy-critic. There's a

much bigger thing going on than

tonight's opening.

JOANNA:

What?

NICKY:

The Red Sox

JOANNA:

You mean the World Series? I

thought the Red Sox were winning.

NICKY:

Three games to two. But if you know

their history, you realize there's

a tragedy in the making. I've been

carrying this franchise on my back

since I was six years old.

JOANNA:

It can't be all that personal.

Joanna enters the walk-in closet to finish undressing and get

a nightdress.

NICKY:

If you have a team you've followed

all your life, and they raise your

hopes and crush them, and lift them

and crush them, do you want me to

tell you what it's like? It's like

feeling your childhood die over and

over.J

JOANNA:

I mean Nicky, really, no.

Nicky follows her into the closet, still in his shirt and

boxer shorts.

JOANNA:

I'm proud of this play. It's so

different from anything you've

done.

NICKY:

This is how we've managed to last.

JOANNA:

We're able to surprise each other.

NICKY:

In and out of bed.

JOANNA:

Because we're completely

mismatched.

NICKY:

We don't even like each other, do

we?

Nicky walks out of the closet, takes off his shirt, gets into

bed.

JOANNA:

I used to tell myself. Talent is

more erotic when it's wasted. Will

I see you tonight?

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