Deer Hunter

NICK
(stares at them)
Oh, Jesus.
He walks in a circle and then stops, staring at them.
NICK (CONT'D)
Oh, Jesus!!!
NICK turns and goes out.
INT. SAL'S HOUSE - FRONT PARLOR - NIGHT
The room is very dark. ANGELA sits at a lace-covered table by
the window where a street lamp illuminates her in an eerie
glow. ANGELA holds a portable radio in tier hand, a very tiny
one, and she fiddles with the dial, going from one station to
another.
There is a sound from the hallway, then SAL'S MOTHER comes in
with NICK.
SAL'S MOTHER
I know I know you. So familiar.
Such a familiar face. Oh, I know