COLE
No, just one.
Malcolm smiles at Cole. His eyes drift down to Cole's arms.
Malcolm's smile slowly disappears.
Cole's arms are covered in TINY CUTS AND BRUISES. Some almost
healed. Some fresh. Malcolm looks around to gather himself.
Beat.
MALCOLM
I like churches, too.
(beat)
In olden times, in Europe, people
used to hide in churches. Claim
sanctuary.
Cole looks up.
COLE
What were they hiding from?
MALCOLM
Oh, lots of things, I suppose. Bad
people for one. People who wanted
to imprison them. Hurt them.
COLE
Nothing bad can happen in a church,
right?
Malcolm studies Cole's anxious face.
MALCOLM
Right.
Malcolm and Cole just stare at each other.
COLE
I forgot your name.
MALCOLM
Dr. Crowe.
COLE
You're a doctor. What kind?
MALCOLM
I work with young people who might
be sad or upset or just want to
talk. I try to help them figure
things out.
Beat.
COLE
Are you a good doctor?
Malcolm smiles.
MALCOLM
I got an award once. From the
Mayor.
COLE
Congratulations.
MALCOLM
Thank you. It was a long time ago.
I've kind of been retired for a
while.
(beat)
You're my very first client back.
COLE
You use needles?
MALCOLM
No.
COLE
Not even little ones that aren't
supposed to hurt?
MALCOLM
No.
COLE
That's good.
Cole pockets his soldiers and rises from his pew.
COLE
I'm going to see you again, right?
MALCOLM
If it's okay with you?
Cole thinks it over carefully.
COLE
It's okay with me.
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