The Game Page #3

NICHOLAS:

Which grad-school?

Conrad smiles. The brothers take each other in for a

moment. Long moment. They're a bit stunned to be reunited.

NICHOLAS:

You look good.

CONRAD:

So do you. And to think I was

worried...

NICHOLAS:

About me?

CONRAD:

How long's it been? Since mom

died... four years? How are you?

NICHOLAS:

Never better.

CONRAD:

Elizabeth?

NICHOLAS:

Divorced. Remarried to some

pediatrician or gynecologist, or

pediatric gynaecologist, in Sausalito.

CONRAD:

Too bad, I liked her. So, you're all

alone in the House of Pain?

NICHOLAS:

I redecorated. What about you?

CONRAD:

Nowhere in particular. Don't you

keep track of my whereabouts anymore?

NICHOLAS:

Connie... what brings you here? Is

everything alright?

CONRAD:

Yeah.

NICHOLAS:

You need anything?

CONRAD:

No.

NICHOLAS:

Really?

CONRAD:

I don't need anything from you. I

was laying on a beach somewhere in

Spain, naked, and, it hit me --

Nickie's birthday. So, here I am,

four layovers, twenty-seven hours

flying and one donkey ride later.

Not necessarily in that order.

Conrad drops an envelope on the table.

CONRAD:

For you.

NICHOLAS:

You shouldn't have.

Nicholas opens it, takes out a sappy, Hallmark B-day card.

A BUSINESS CARD falls out. Nicholas picks it up...

CONRAD:

What do you get for the man who has

just slightly more than everything?

The card:
"Consumer Recreation Services." With a

PHONE NUMBER and ADDRESS below.

CONRAD:

Call that number.

NICHOLAS:

"Consumer Recrreation Services."

What, do they make golf clubs?

CONRAD:

Trust me. Call that number.

NICHOLAS:

Why?

CONRAD:

They make your life fun. Their only

guarantee is you will not be bored.

NICHOLAS:

Fun?

CONRAD:

You've heard of it. You've seen

other people having it. They're an

entertainment service, but more than

that.

NICHOLAS:

This isn't an escort service?

CONRAD:

It's a profound life experience.

NICHOLAS:

Like a stroke?

CONRAD:

Call them. Trust me.

The waitress shows up with Nicholas' iced tea, spills some.

Nicholas blots it up with a napkin.

WAITRESS:

Sorry. Let me get you another

napkin.

NICHOLAS:

I'll be fine... if we could just...

She moves off as Nicholas raises a finger to order, ignored.

CONRAD:

Tell me you'll call.

NICHOLAS:

Okay.

CONRAD:

Will you?

NICHOLAS:

I said I would...

CONRAD:

But, will you?

NICHOLAS:

Are you still on mediction?

CONRAD:

(taken aback)

Why would you say that?

The waitress arrives.

WAITRESS:

Ready to order, gentlemen?

NICHOLAS:

(ignores, to Conrad)

I didn't mean it like it sounded...

CONRAD:

I'm not on anything anymore. I'm not

even seeing a shrink. I'm happy.

(notices waitress,

turning to her)

Do you mind... ?!

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