(Right
outside a casino. TERRY takes out a cigar. Before he can light it, AMY appears.)
AMY: Those’ll kill
you, you know.
TERRY: (Without
looking at her.) So will an ex-wife.
AMY: A little bird
told me you’re heading back to Rhode Island.
TERRY: Was the little
bird a stripped named Dana?
AMY: We talked about
this, Terry.
TERRY: Did we? I don’t recall.
AMY: You going
back. I don’t like it.
TERRY: You don’t need
to like it. We’re not married
anymore. We don’t have kids. You stay here in Vegas, I’ll go back to
Providence. Everything will be copacetic.
AMY: I know why you’re
going back.
TERRY: Do you?
AMY: He’s not there.
TERRY: We’ll see.
AMY: You’ve had your
guys looking for him for five years. Don’t
you think they would have found him by now?
TERRY: You think he’s
the only reason I’m going back?
AMY: You’re doing
good here. You got a nice business. A nice wife.
A few nice girlfriends. Don’t
screw it up trying to go back and fix the past.
TERRY: I don’t like
leaving things undone.
AMY: Please stop
embodying the stereotype of the jealous husband, Terry. It wasn’t attractive when we were married,
and it’s even more obnoxious now.
TERRY: I figured you’d
be happy I was leaving.
AMY: Why? What do I care where you are?
TERRY: Then you’d be
the only player in town.
(A
beat.)
AMY: You think I got something
going on?
TERRY: Let’s just say
if you were a guy, I’d have had a talk with you by now.
AMY: I have my
bakery, Terry. That’s all I do.
TERRY: Oh right. Those cupcakes. They’re good.
Probably not as lucrative as some of your other ventures, but—
AMY: You are losing
your mind.
TERRY: Don’t bullshit
me, Amy. Nothing happens in this town
that I don’t know about.
AMY: Listen Fredo, if
I was competing with you, you’d already be out of business. I know where all your bodies are buried, so
don’t kid yourself.
TERRY: Look at her,
stepping up. I don’t remember you being
this tough back home.
AMY: I didn’t need to
be this tough back home. I let you be
tough for me. That was before I knew how
much better at it I was than you.
TERRY: You saying I
wasn’t tough?
AMY: I’m saying you
shut down. You made it all about that
kid.
TERRY: No, I made it
about our kid.
AMY: We don’t have a
kid.
TERRY: Not anymore.
(A
moment.)
AMY: We did things
the right way.
TERRY: Yeah, and look
where it got us. Anybody in jail? Anybody convicted? Anybody dead besides Dominic? I did things the way you wanted—
AMY: Hey—
TERRY: --The way YOU
wanted, and look where it got us. Now I’m
going to do what I should have done in the first place. It won’t have anything to do with you. We’ve been divorced all this time, nobody’s
going to think you had anything to do with it.
AMY: If you find the
kid.
TERRY: What makes you
think I haven’t already found him?
(A
beat.)
AMY: Don’t screw with
me, Terry.
TERRY: I haven’t—but I
will. I’ll find him. And when I do—I want to do it myself. I want it to be me, who does it.
AMY: It’s not like he
put a bullet in his head.
TERRY: He might as
well have.
AMY: Where’d he get
the drugs from first, huh?
TERRY: This again?
AMY: Where’d he get
them from? And who hired the kid,
huh? Who was the kid running drugs for?
TERRY: He was
thirteen. I told them never to sell to
anybody that young. And he goes and
gives it to my son? Tries selling on the
side to my son?
AMY: I’m not blaming
you, but—You and me. We’re not
innocents. We both know that. We’re not good people. And you can’t be like us and then turn around
and ask for something like justice. Ask
for what’s fair. Our whole lives were
built on the people we stepped over—and so when it crumbled, it crumbled
fast. And that’s nobody’s fault but
ours. You don’t get to choose how you
pay for what you’ve done. What the
currency is going to be. They took our
son. I’m not saying it’s what we
deserved, but…But we knew they were going to take something.
TERRY: Now I got
something to take.
AMY: Terry—
TERRY: One last
thing.
AMY: You do and I don’t
want you coming back here.
(A
beat.)
TERRY: That’s not
your call.
AMY: I’ll turn you
in.
TERRY: You’re lying.
AMY: Try me. You get on that plane, and the first thing I’m
doing is calling the Providence police.
They’ll be on your ass the whole time you’re there.
TERRY: Why?
AMY: Because enough
is enough.
TERRY: You know what
broke us up?
AMY: We lost a kid,
Terry. That’s what broke us up.
TERRY: What broke us
up was you letting me be mad for the both of us. That’s what broke us up. You letting me carry all that with me—by myself.
(She
slaps him.)
AMY: I have a room…You
know, it’s one thing to keep a room in the house you’re living in when your
kids dies, to—To keep his room the same?
But when we split up, and I got my own place? I made up a room for him in it. I took the half of his stuff that you let me
have, and I put together a room. I even
bought some new stuff for it. Every year
I buy Christmas presents—they go in the room.
Birthdays—I hang up little streamers.
Some days I have to keep the door closed, because I can’t…But there’s a
room. Like…Like one day he’s just going
to show up and move in there. Bet you
didn’t know that, huh? Where’s the half
of the stuff you have? Huh, Terry? The half you kept just to piss me off? Where is it?
You got a room too? Huh?
(A
beat.)
TERRY: I wish there
was a word that meant something more than sorry.
(Pause.)
AMY: You don’t need
to go.
TERRY: Yeah I
do. You want to hate me for it? Add it to the list of things you already—
AMY: He’s dead,
Terry.
TERRY: I know he’s—
AMY: No, not
Dominic. The kid. He’s dead.
I…He’s dead.
TERRY: You…?
AMY: So don’t bother,
okay? Don’t bother going back.
TERRY: What did you
do, Amy?
AMY: I took care of
it.
TERRY: But you—
AMY: You really
thought they just couldn’t find him, huh?
That he’d be that good at hiding?
That he’d even try?
TERRY: What did you
do?
AMY: You learn things
as a wife. You absorb. You take it all in. That’s what I did. I took it all in, Terry. Every last bit.
TERRY: When?
AMY: Right before we
left.
TERRY: How?
AMY: It’s better you
not know, Terry.
TERRY: I—
AMY: And you thought
I wasn’t mad?
TERRY: It…It wasn’t
your—
AMY: I was his
mother. And you’re right—I did want to
do things the right way. But when that
didn’t work out, I just wanted him…
TERRY: So it’s done?
AMY: Yup.
(A
beat.)
Feel any better?
TERRY: …No.
AMY: Yeah. Neither did I. Isn’t that funny?
(She
starts to walk away, and then turns around.)
By the way, as far as your business goes, don’t go branching
out into other parts of the city without permission.
TERRY: You said—
AMY: I say a lot of
things. Stick to your own territory,
okay? I don’t want to have to come talk
to you again.
(She
exits. He stands there for a
moment. Lights.)
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