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MAX:

Sorry, I can't.

MARCY DAWSON:

We're very anxious to talk

with you, sir

MAX:

I can't.

MARCY DAWSON:

I'm prepared to

make you a generous...

Max hurries to wrap up the conversation.

MAX:

I don't take offers for

my research. You know that.

Sorry, I Couldn't help you.

MARCY DAWSON:

Mr. Cohen, give

me a moment...

But before Marcy finishes, Max hangs up. He rips off the

printout and heads to the front door.

He checks the peephole, His landlady. MRS. OVADIA, is sweeping

the hallway stairs humming a turn-of-the century (the last

one, not this one) tune.

Max waits a moment. He tousles his hair. Then he checks again.

She's gone. He opens his locks and releases several bolts.

INT.MAX'S BUILDING HALLWAY - DAY

Max locks his front door. Meanwhile, his next-door neighbor,

DEVI MINSTRY, a sexy young Indian woman, is just getting home.

Max looks away and tries to get his door locked.

She's weighted down by a bunch of bags filled with food.

DEVI:

Max, good!

MAX:

Hi, Devi.

DEV1

I grabbed you some

somosas.

MAX:

Great.

Devi heads over to Max with her bags of food. She looks up at

Max.

DEVI:

Your hair.

Devi hands the bags to Max. Then she goes to pat down his

Hair. Max retreats.

MAX:

What are you doing?

DEVI:

Your hair, you can't go

out like that. Don't worry.

MAX:

It's fine. It's fine.

Devi pats down his hair. Max is humiliated.

DEVI:

You need a mom.

Max hands back the bags and heads quickly for the stairs.

MAX:

I have to go.

DEVI:

Your somosas!

An embarrassed Max takes the bag.

MAX:

Thanks.

INT. COFFEE SHOP - DAY

At the counter, Max stirs cream into his coffee. Then he takes

three pills from the plastic bottle and drops them in his

coffee.

Max flips past a full-page ad in the paper that reads

LANCET-PERCY 86% ACCURACY (ONLY GOD IS PERFECT).

Max flips the page before he or we can absorb it. He compares

stock quotes in the Wall Street Journal against his printout.

MAX (V.O.)

Sixteen, twenty-seven. Results: Euclid

shows tomorrow's Dow closing

up by four points. Anomalies

include PRONET at sixty-fire

and a quarter, a career high.

Possible explanations, either

A, an error in the June fifth

algorithm, or B, Euclid's

main processor is running a

recursion...

Max marks up the paper with lines and diagrams as he ponders

his bits and misses.

Then a puff of cigarette smoke drifts by and succeeds in

bothering Max. He fans it away when—

VOICE FROM OFFSCREEN

Oh sorry, am I bothering you?

Max shrugs and looks over.

The voice belongs to LENNY MEYER—a bearded man in his late 20s

sucking on a cigarette.

On closer inspection, something is off. It seems that Lenny is

an Orthodox Jew. His yarmulke sticks out Slightly from his

wide-brimmed hat and the fringes from his tsi-tsis hang out

from the bottom of his untucked shirt.

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