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INT. PTOLEMY'S APARTMENT, LIVING ROOM - EARLY EVENING The house is empty. The TV and radio are tuned to their perpetual stations. Sounds of the key in the lock and then the door comes open. Holding Ptolemy’s twine key-necklace Robyn enters, finds and flicks on the light. Roaches scuttle across the floor. Ptolemy comes in behind her. Robyn’s face reflects the bad smells and response to the clutter. She stomps on a roach or two. ROBYN
Papa Grey! It stink in here. Look at all these roaches everywhere. PTOLEMY It’s okay. You don’t have to get knife-mad. ROBYN It’s not okay. Look at all this. Where you even sleep in this mess?
Ptolemy reacts more to her anger than the words. He puts a hand on her shoulder but she shrugs him off and goes to the radio/TV. ROBYN (CONT'D) At least turn off the TV and radio. I can’t hear myself think. PTOLEMY No! Don’t! Robyn stops and turns to the old man. ROBYN Why not? PTOLEMY I need my, my sound. If you do that I might lose it. ROBYN You could turn it back on in the morning. PTOLEMY No, I, it don’t work like that. Robyn understands. It’s like talking to a man has fallen down a well.
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