EXT. DUBOCE STREET HILL SKYLINE (SAN FRANCISCO) - NIGHT
INT. BAR (SAN FRANCISCO) - NIGHT
UNDER CONTINUOUS ROARING ROCK MUSIC -- we see, but do not
YOUNG MEN AND WOMEN
talking in groups or couples, some dancing, as lightsflash. Punk hairdos, heavy makeup. Chatter.
DAVID MALLOY, aged 25, well-dressed, leans close to auniformed police officer, holding a mike to the officer'slips, as the officer talks. The wire from the mike leads
to a small recorder on the bar. Malloy also wears oneearphone plug connected to this recorder, which he holdsto his left ear.
ANOTHER PART OF BAR - BOOTH
Malloy interviews two beautifully-dressed women, whoobviously flirt with him, as they answer his questions,
lean forward, talk into the mike. Malloy finishes hisdrink, puts the recorder in his pocket, takes out acigarette, looks for a door.
EXT. ALLEYWAY - MALLOY
Cigarette on lip, stumbles in darkness, amid garbage cansand debris, fumbling for lighter, then finally lighterflashes.
LOUIS is REVEALED for one instant only an inch fromMalloy, his hand on Malloy's shoulder. Faces almost
touching. Malloy stumbles away in shock.
Louis recedes more slowly into shadow.
I'm sorry! I didn't know... youwere there.
He struggles to make out the figure but can't. Smokes
Really, I didn't mean to run into
Go on. Pass by.
Malloy stamps out the cigarette, holds up the hand mike.
You don't want to tell me the
story of your life, do you?