I used to drive a taxi.
I used to be head of neurosurgery.
Big hospital in USSR. This
hospital, I'm not kidding.
I opened thousands of brains.
What did you find?
Big mess every time.
I loved my taxi. Went twelve hours
nonstop. Stopped only to pee. I
peed under the Manhattan bridge.
Peed many times in parks and
EXT. STREET CORNER
47th Street and Third Avenue. A man is dancing with a life-
size cloth doll. His tape player is on the sidewalk, playing
and instrumental version of "Beautiful Dreamer" and there is
a cigar box for donations. A few people look on from a
distance. The man wearing an old cutaway, with running shoes,
and the doll has long red tresses and wears a frilly gown.
Nicky emerges from a taxi at the corner and walks rapidly
past the dancing man.
Nicky crosses the courtyard to Buchanan Apartments.
JOANNA BOURNE reaching for the door. Joanna is fifty-ish,
handsome, stylishly dressed.
INT. BUCHANAN APARTMENT - SECONDS LATER
Nicky and Joanna embracing with wordless abandon.
They are in the hallway clutching each other, stumbling. The
walls on either side are hung with expensive art.
They grapple past the living room. Fleeting look at the
paintings by Longo and Fischl, a poster by the Guerilla
The edge of the bedroom. Nicky is crawling into the room and
Joanna is hanging on to him, being dragged. They are fully
dressed except for one of Joanna's shoes.