Harry and Sal walk down the street.
SAL: I just don’t understand what’s so important that I had to cancel my-
HARRY: You’ll know very shortly.
Harry wrangles Sal through the doors of a diner.
SAL: Okay, Agatha Christie, enough with the-
Paul, in full Krishna garb, steps off his stool and smiles at Sal.
PAUL: Hare Krishna, Salvatore.
Sal’s eyes grow as wide as dinner plates. He takes a moment to breathe.
SAL: Please, God, tell me it’s chemotherapy.