Right of Way 94
INT. SUBWAY TUNNEL -- NIGHT
The tunnel approaches another subway station, casting sufficient LIGHT for Napolitano to pull the hoodie over his head and scrutinize his tour guide. The SOUND of PEOPLE and TRAINS rises in the b.g.
NAPOLITANO
Hey, pal. Buddy.
Buddy stops and turns around, shining his FLASHLIGHT in Napolitano's face. Napolitano looks down.
NAPOLITANO
This isn’t my stop.
BUDDY
Not your stop!
Buddy’s burst of LAUGHTER is sincere, if a little over the top.
BUDDY
Don’t worry, I know all the tunnels.
NAPOLITANO
Lead on, MacDuff.
As they resume walking, skirting the crowded station --
BUDDY
(correcting)
Lay on.
NAPOLITANO
Sorry?
BUDDY
People say “lead on, MacDuff.” It’s “lay on.” From Macbeth. It means, “Come and get me. Take your best shot.”
NAPOLITANO
You’re pretty educated for a drug dealer.
BUDDY
Drug dealer!
He expels another burst of LAUGHTER, then --
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