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Frank follows Karen across the street and finds himself, just

as Karen enters the bar, at a point near the murder site

described by John. He pauses to stare at it.

INT. COZY'S BAR & RESTAURANT - MOMENTS LATER

Frank enters the place. Sort of a singles atmosphere, but a

comfortable one. It's HAPPY HOUR. On the TV, the Mets' Gil

Hodges offers his analysis of Game 3.

Frank looks about, down the bar and into an area with booths

and tables. A few folks at the bar. A group of YOUNG WOMEN

laughing in a booth. But NO KAREN REYNOLDS. Frank's blood

runs cold in a spasm of panic when...

WOMAN'S VOICE

Hey, Chuck.

BARTENDER:

Hey, Karen.

Frank wheels around just as Karen passes him from teh LADIES

ROOM. There is the trace of a bump, enough for Karen to take

note of Frank. Ad lib EXCUSE ME. She then starts moving

down teh bar towards the booth of young women.

Frank checks out everyone in the bar, not knowing quite what

he's looking for.

Karen slips into the booth with her friends. Ad lib HELLOS.

Frank orders a beer, but his eyes are fixed on the booth.

Karen and a friend take note of Frank staring at them.

Embarrassed, he turns away, checking his watch: 6:40PM. And

at just that moment a SCRAGGLY MAN passes by, taking a seat

at the end of the bar. We have seen this man before.

INT. 23RD PRECINCT - DET. SQUAD - MEN'S ROOM - NIGHT - 1998

Satch and a YOUNG DETECTIVE stand at the sinks, washing up.

YOUNG DETECTIVE:

Is that really how you got the Son of

Sam? Parking tickets?

Satch shrugs a yes. Wipes his hands and heads out into the

squad. The Young Detective follows.

INT. 23RD PRECINCT - DETECTIVE SQUAD - CONTINUOUS

CLOSE ON SQUAD ROOM WALL CLOCK: 6:45PM

John's at his desk. Keeps glancing at the phone, fiddling

with the NIGHTINGALE FILE... A PHOTOGRAPH OF KAREN REYNOLDS.

Satch passes John on his way to the coffee machine.

SATCH:

Any word on our bones?

John shakes his head no. Young Detective joins Satch at the

coffee machine. John overhears:

YOUNG DETECTIVE:

But how'd you think of it?

SATCH:

You're pulling over with a .44 bulldog

tucked in your pants getting ready to

blow somebody's brains out...I figure

the last thing you're thinking about is

alternate side of the street parking.

Young Detective nods, impressed. John is less impressed.

JOHN:

That's what we need here, Satch. A lucky

break.

SATCH:

That wasn't luck, Johnny boy. That was

smarts and ten plus on the job.

INT. COZY'S BAR & RESTAURANT - NIGHT - 1969

BOTTLE OF RHEINGOLD drops into frame next to half empty one.

BARTENDER:

From the girls, pal. All of 'em.

Frank glances at the women in the booth. They're all looking

at him, smiling. A big one from Karen.

His watch says 7:05. Taking the new bottle, Frank steps from

the bar, past the Scraggly Man and walks to the booth.

Charmingly shy, Frank is kind of at a loss for words.

FRANK:

I was, uh, I'm not really...

YOUNG WOMAN #1

(noting Frank's jacket)

Fireman, huh?

FRANK:

(noting wedding ring)

A married fireman.

YOUNG WOMAN #3

Oh, what the hell. Have a seat. What's

your name, fireman?

FRANK:

Frank.

And Frank takes a seat, sliding in next to Karen. An awkward

moment for him as she takes a closer look at his face.

KAREN:

Do I know you?

FRANK:

I don't think so.

KAREN:

(puts it together)

From the Korean market up the street.

(laughing)

Mr. Lee make you pay for those veggies.

YOUNG WOMAN #1

You following her, Frank? You're not

some kind of stalker or something?

FRANK:

I follow fires, nothing else.

General laughter all around.

INT. 23RD PRECINCT - DET. SQUAD - NIGHT - 1998

John has a CORKBOARD set up next to his desk. On it he has

arrayed several photos of the Nigthingale victims under the

dates of their murders. He looks over at the photos, then at

the forensics photo of Karen Reynolds on his desk. BRRING!

John shoots a look at the wall clock. It reads: 7:45.

JOHN:

(grabbing the phone)

Sullivan.

(beat)

You're kiddin'...

(grabbing pen; scribbling)

Satch is alerted by John's sudden burst of energy.

JOHN (CONT'D)

Mario, you are the best...right, right,

right. Spell it out for me.

INT. COZY'S BAR & RESTAURANT - NIGHT - 1969

At the bar, the Scraggly Man stares at Frank and the women.

Franks checks his watch as he tells a story. It's 7:50.

FRANK:

Yeah, it was a close call, but...

KAREN:

Close! The news said it was a miracle

you guys got out alive!

FRANK:

Close is just close if you're still alive

to talk about it, y'know/

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