RICK returns for CLARE, son, gets the bad news, rides north
HENRY
Rick, no way!. How are you here?
RICK
I caught a favorable wind in Cairo. Where’s Clare?
HENRY
Rick, she’s dead. She died at childbirth, at that upstate Maternity Home that my uncle sent her to.
RICK
Goddamn. Henry, I wrote her back, I told her
“I’ll be back for you and our baby within 2 weeks.”
HENRY
Yeah, she told me. She said “Henry, even if they’d let me keep this child, I’m not ready to be a mother.” She was going to give him up any way, and, well, I guess she did.
RICK
I’m going upstate then. You still got that bike?
HENRY
Rick, no point. Look, I went up there with my uncle. The Mother Superior and the Police Commissioner have a system, see. They move them like hotcakes up there. And the troopers don’t cut wannabe fathers any slack.