ACT ONE INTRO. HOBBY SHOP. Sunday afternoon. Winter time. It's slow. The walk-in traffic is mostly men. They shuffle in and out without buying a thing. Forty-five minutes pass between customers. TIGHT SHOT on shop owner. Michael Kaminsky, 58. He goes by "Mick." Tall man, maybe 6-3. Balding except for overgrown curls in the back. Large paunch. Horned-rim glasses. He talks loudly. Vaguely resembles a sturdier more sober version of Harry Caray. A woman and a 10-year-old boy walk in. Mick bellows hello. MICK Looking for anything in particular?!?!?!? WOMAN Um ... sort of. My son collects cards and he likes (woman pauses like she's about to say something embarrassing) ... old cards . The boy glares at her disapprovingly. MICK Old cards?!?!?!?!? You mean "vintage"?!?!?!?!?!? The woman shrugs with an apologetic grin. But the boy knows. Mick knows he's seeing a child wise beyond his years. He leans over the counter and bumps h...
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