(Sighs)Well, then he should’ve invested in better street lighting. It’s pitch black out there. I almost hit a cat. DENIS You’re a psychopath. You know that? MAX I’m a pragmatist. Now, reach into your pocket. Slow.
The in-between. The time after the mess is made but before it’s cleaned up. It’s the only time a man can actually think. Right now, we aren't criminals. We’re just two guys having fries at 3 AM. Enjoy the fries. scenarii kriminalnaja chtiva
Dressed in a sharp, expensive suit that looks out of place. He is vibrating with nervous energy. [INT. DINER - NIGHT] (Sighs)Well, then he should’ve invested in better street
(Slams his hand on the table)The fries are frozen in the middle! And the guy in the trunk is the son of the man who owns this entire zip code! DENIS You’re a psychopath
Location: A generic, slightly run-down neighborhood diner. 3:14 AM. Characters: