Part I: The Introduction

INT. APARTMENT-AFTERNOON

A brownish tinted futon rests against the wall of a very small, Upper East Side apartment. The air conditioner is on, yet the apartment is only slightly cool. Shoes line the wall opposite the futon, framed by two open doors. Two guitars and an amplifier lean against the wall next to the shoes and in between the two doors. Several pink suitcases full of clothes rest under a wooden table loaded with textbooks, film reels, gaffer tape, and white/black leader on the third wall opposite the window containing the air conditioner. Overall the apartment exudes poor college student. A girl is sitting on the futon, wearing a wife-beater and gym shorts. She is typing.

GIRL
I live in the Upper East Side. Doesn't mean I'm rich. I go to NYU for film, but I'm on loans, have no job, and so I'm freeloading off my friend for now. My biggest concern at the moment: I've gotta get used to not spending money on shoes. I can't remember the last time I had to trade Steve Madden pumps for groceries.

Looks up at doorways, glances from one to the other. Both are shadowy and clearly unoccupied.

GIRL (CONT'D)
(matter of factly)
My two roommates live there. They're slobs. I found a moldy apple core on the living room floor this morning covered in what I hope was Nutella.

Nods towards the left door and continues speaking.

GIRL (CONT'D)
His name is Kyle. He's got a girlfriend--Melissa--that comes over sometimes. She's loud. I don't mind her so much. Kyle's irresponsible, lazy...loud. But very creative. Pauses. He paints, animates, and plays guitar...your typical hipster. The other guy I don't know so well--Josh--he lives in the other room. Right now they're both at work.

Smiles, and rubs the top of her head. Her hair is cut very short, in a pixie style, and her brown eyes squint a little as she stares at the screen. She is not slender, but not obese either. She is also wearing a brown-banded watch, backwards on her wrist.

GIRL (CONT'D)
(while stretching)
I'm Lorraine. Your average broke college student. What do I do in the majority of my time? Research film locations, read books, watch movies, run, eat, sleep--sometimes--and tour Manhattan. I just moved here last month. I'm a Californian, and to all those New Yorkers out there: this place has the worst summer weather I have ever seen.

Yawns lazily, checks the time.

GIRL (CONT'D)
There is a risk of this becoming an hour long monologue, so I'm off to cook dinner. Now that we're through the boring stuff, I can get to the grit. Just after I finish playing mom to these overgrown boys.