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ACT 3, SCENE 8 EXT. THE WILSHIRE CLINIC. LATE AFTERNOON. The cab pulls into the clinic’s circular drive, squeaks to a halt. ABE and MANYA get out, approach the entrance. ABE escorts her with a hand placed gently on the small of her back. They climb the steps and go in. INT. SWEDEN’S HOSPITAL ROOM. LATE AFTERNOON. ABE and MANYA approach up the corridor. MANYA: (indicating the room) It’s here... She pauses in the doorway. ABE looks past her into the room: it is, of course, just a white, sterile box. SWEDEN’S bed is surrounded by a white plastic curtain. There is a smallish window the shutters of which are open; a plethora of flowers and cards crowd its sill while a cool breeze blows in, ruffling the petals, rattling the paper. A variety of medical apparatuses gleam coldly in the
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