INT. BAR – NIGHT
The bar is crowded, noisy, and dimly lit. The air is thick with the scent of cheap beer and sweat.
ANNA (30s, sharp, impeccably dressed, but clearly waiting for a
INT. BRASSERIE SOMEWHERE - NIGHT
GUSTAVE
Well, look who it is!
JEROME
Yeah yeah yeah.
GUSTAVE
Where the fuck have you been?
JEROME
It’s summer, you know. This and that, here and
INT. APARTMENT – DAY
A modest living room, cluttered with books and takeout containers. BORIS paces, agitated. YURIY lounges on the couch, sipping coffee with maddening calm.
BORIS
Say I committed a murder...
YURIY
Liza and Carlos are a pair of West Coast transplants who moved to New York City for work right after college. They first met on Carlos’ 26th birthday on a night out with
[Craig, Alan, and Curly sit together on a park bench. Each of them is holding a lit cigar. They occasionally take drags and watch the "birds" walk by.]
ALAN: How do