R tells ZUM he has a son, somewhere
RICK, ZUMAYA laying on porch swing in the afternoon. Breeze.
ZUMAYA
Rick, did you ever think of having children?
RICK
No.
ZUMAYA
Oh.
RICK
Rumor has it that I have a son in New York.
ZUMAYA
Oh. He lives with his mother?
RICK
According to The Mother Superior, she’s dead.
ZUMAYA
Que lástima!
Then why are you here in Spain?
RICK
It’s a long story.
ZUMAYA
The night is young, and so am I.
RICK
I was chasing after a ghost I couldn’t pick out of a lineup.
ZUMAYA
A what-up?
RICK
In the police station they line up the usual suspects, they ask the usual witnesses to point out the usual bad guy.
ZUMAYA
Why can’t you find him? New York can’t be that big.
RICK
Well there are other reasons why that wouldn’t be a good idea.
ZUMAYA
Perhaps one day you’ll tell me why that is so.
RICK
Perhaps….one day…
ZUMAYA
Ricky, what’s that scar from?
RICK
I took a wrong turn on a dusty road on a dark night.
ZUMAYA
No, really …
RICK
Motorbike accident
ZUMAYA
I understand. I too have lost. I miscarried 2 years ago. Entonces, no más.
RICK
No más? So you can’t ever have children?
ZUMAYA
Sí, the doctor me dice “You are as barren as Morroco.”
RICK
Boy, that’s a bedside manner … well I’m sorry. I know that feeling.