EXT. MANHATTAN - DAY
The whole island, from the south. For a second. Literally.
Closer, just the skyline. For another second.
hurrying down the sidewalk. LYDIA LYNCH, a real estate
broker, vaults down the sidewalk, she's got a hell of a
her, she's tall, wafer-thin, pale as a ghost. SARAH, a nine
year old girl, flat out runs to keep up, dribbling a
basketball as she goes. The kid's athletic, much tougher
than Meg, who she resembles.
-- seventeen feet wide, fifty-five
feet deep, forty-two hundred square
feet, four floors with a rentable
basement apartment, so five
altogether, courtyard in back --
Could you slow down a little?
(looking back over her
Or we could wait for the car...
No cars. Feet are faster.
How many more do we have after this?
None, there's nothing else, you know
This is it? I told you on the
phone, I have to be moved in in two
weeks. Sarah, please don't bounce
Mom, it's the sidewalk.
more. EVAN, a sour-looking man, has just locked the front
One day you will learn to respect
other people's time, Lydia, one day
Evan, I am so sorry, you were a
saint to wait for us!
This is the middle of the house, the
entry floor, living room's over
and there's two bedroom floors
tries to get her daughter's attention, to tell her to stop
bouncing the ball in the house.
the money and I'll be perfectly
honest, the family is in no hurry
on bouncing the ball.
I don't have to tell you there is an
Manhattan right now and this is a
highly unique property.
No ball, kid.
brownstones on the next block, and all the patios back up to
Evan flings open the door of an old-fashioned cage-style
Working elevator. Mr. Pearlstine,
last ten years of his life. Highly
unusual, the elevator, you will not
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