Certainly, sir. Luisa nods, and heads back downstairs. Parrish enters his den, takes a seat in his chair, stares into the middle distance, ruminates. INT. GUEST ROOM, PARRISH TOWNHOUSE - NIGHT Joe has been examining his room, full of curiosity and wonderment at the oddest things, the handle on a casement window, the hem and weight of the fabric of a drape, hinges on the bedroom door. In the process he opens this door, steps out into the hallway. INT. HALLWAY, PARRISH TOWNHOUSE - NIGHT Joe wanders down the hallway past the occasional Dufy or Miro, a Venetian tapestry cheek-by-jowl with a miniature Ming vase, and even a Bonsai garden with a trickling vein of water. INT. KITCHEN HALLWAY, PARRISH TOWNHOUSE - NIGHT In the "back" of the house now, utilitarian paint and decor, the SOUND of laughter and a glare of light. Joe enters. INT. KITCHEN, PARRISH TOWNHOUSE - NIGHT The staff is at ease, some smoking, remains of food around. Coyle, the butler, has his back to Joe and does not see him for a moment. In front of Coyle, an open jar of peanut but- ter which he is spreading in generous hunks of Wonder Bread. Joe is fascinated by the process. Coyle suddenly hears the silence, looks up and see Joe, standing up embarrassedly.
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