Thought I ought
to hear about it from him. Pretty casual about it, I thought.
BILL
Well, that's Fitz.
HERB
What I want to know is, what was a guy like Harris doing at the school?
BILL
I tried to tell them.
HERB
Was there anyone around like that in our day, Bill?
BILL
No. You're right.
HERB
I tried to find the guy. I wanted to punch his face for him. But he's
cleared out. Is Tom around?
LAURA
He's in his room.
HERB
How'd he get mixed up with a guy like that?
BILL
I don't know, Herb . . .
HERB
I know. I shouldn't ask you. I know. Of course I don't believe Tom was
really involved with this fellow. If I believed that, I'd . . . well,
I don't know what I'd do. You don't believe it, do you, Bill?
BILL
Why . . .
(Looks at LAURA.)
HERB
(Cutting in)
Of course you don't. But what's the matter? What's happened, Bill?
Why isn't my boy a regular fellow? He's had every chance to be since
he was knee-high to a grasshopper -- boys' camps every summer, boarding
schools. What do you think, Laura?
LAURA
I'm afraid I'm not the one to ask, Mr. Lee.
(She breaks away from BILL.)
HERB
He's always been with men and boys. Why doesn't some of it rub off?
LAURA
You see, I feel he's a "regular fellow" . . . whatever that is.
HERB
You do?
LAURA
If it's sports that matter, he's an excellent tennis player.
HERB
But Laura, he doesn't even play tennis like a regular fellow. No hard
drives and cannon-ball serves. He's a cut artist. He can put more damn
twists on that ball.
LAURA
He wins. He's the school champion. And isn't he the champion of your
club back home?
(TOM comes down the stairs and enters his bedroom with the costume skirt
and towel.)
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