1 EXT. HOLLYWOOD - NIGHT 1

The soundtrack opens with Frank Sinatra's "Fly Me to the

Moon".

A HELICOPTER SHOT OF THE L.A. basin.

The pool of golden light disintegrates into the thousands of

points which constitute it as we rapidly draw closer to the

city.

We are just above the tops of the highest buildings as we

approach Hollywood Boulevard. Below is neon and the icy

thrust of search lights rotating on the corner of Hollywood

and Vine.

We continue west, then quickly north.

There is the momentary appearance of the moonlit HOLLYWOOD

sign as we pass the blinking red beacon of the Capital

Records building and drop into Franklin avenue and over the

101.

Architectural remnants of Hollywood's past whip up. We are

heading east at treetop level. A warm glow in the distance

quickly grows into a modest commercial strip which includes

cafes, bookstores, and a theater.

We drop to eye level as we spy through the plate glass

showcase window of the "Bourgeois Pig" coffeehouse, which

holds the translucent reflection of the full moon.

A cigarette wedged between knuckles smoulders. MIKE takes

the last drag with great effort, then crushes it out. He

sits in the window sprawled across a red velvet couch that

once perfectly complemented a faux spanish foyer.

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