EXT. STREET - AFTERNOON
TWO SHOT of Irena and Oliver as they walk down a side street.
Irena is looking straight ahead of her, amused. Oliver is
doing his best to get acquainted.
Irena Dubrovna -- is that a Russian
No...I am from Serbia.
I see. Would you mind spelling it?
You want to know how to spell my
name? Are you going to write me a
I'd like to write you a letter.
I would say in this letter... "Dear
Miss...Dubrovna," I would say,
"will you have tea with me?"
Irena shakes her head with a little smile. Oliver is
Well, in that case, I'd just have
to write you another letter, I'd
But again, with the same teasing smile, she shakes her
head. She suddenly stops and TURNS to Oliver.
Here is my house.
Oliver starts to give her the campstool he is carrying, She
lays a soft, gloved hand on his coat sleeve and smiles
Perhaps, Mr. Reed, you would like
to have tea in my apartment.
Oliver looks at her quizzically, realizing that she had meant
to ask him all the time, that he needn't have tried so hard
to wangle a date. He grins.
Oh, Miss Dubrovna, you make life so
INT. GROUND FLOOR HALLWAY - IRENA'S APARTMENT HOUSE
MED. SHOT of Irena and Oliver as they enter the building
from the street. It is the ornate, elaborate interior of a
brownstone mansion converted into an apartment house. They
walk the few steps of the short hallway to the stairs.
Oliver looks at the enormous staircase.
I never cease to marvel at what
lies behind a brownstone front.
They start up the stairs.
INT. HALLWAY OUTSIDE IRENA'S APARTMENT - AFTERNOON