INT. CLOSET - DAY
What the fuck are we going to do on the roof?
See what's going on out there.
Yeah, but what?
Bier nearly runs up into Aaron on the ladder as Aaron slowly struggles getting his hair untangled from his hands.
Dude, man. Wait down there until I get all the way up. My fucking hair flies all over since I got it cut at that sleazy whorehouse.
Where is there a red light district in all of L.A.?
CUT TO ROOF
EXT. ROOF - MOMENTS LATER
SoÉ well what?
Where's there a whore house in this cop infested town?
Aaron looks over ledge down into the street.
Just below his point of stance is the numeric address of the office "120".
I can't see anything. Can you?
There's no fucking red light district I know of around here.
Aaron brushes his hair with a black brush.
Damn. My hair falls off like I'm undergoing chemotherapy. I swear. I tell the foreigner who gets assigned to me that I don't want layering. Please just cut the tips off. Jeez, now I know how my girlfriend felt that time she came to class totally upset about her haircut. She wouldn't even see me, and I wasn't the one who cut her damn hair.
Bier begins sniffling from a runny nose.
What the fuck? am I making you cry? Are you catching a cold?
No, just a runny nose.
Oh, man. You're dripping.
Shit. I think I have a nose bleed.
A bloody nose, asshole. Heh, that rhymes.
People are gonna think I brought you up here to duke it out with you about something. Look! you made three perfect drops of blood in the shape of two eyes and a nose. Hold you're head up, man. And stop picking your nose.
Bier shows middle finger.
I'm going to draw the mouth.
Bier gets on all fours trying to guide the blood from his nose onto the roof where the first few drops fell. At this exact time, Selma begins to ascend to the roof herself.
What's Bier doing?
Startled, Bier gets up and tries to cover his bloody face.
Call me Pete.
Pete leans back, knocking down Aaron's black hair brush which he had left on the ledge, but all the entangled hair keeps it from falling all the way down. It dangles on the wall, next to the address, sustained by a few strands of hair being held by Pete's leaning body.
Aaron tries to explain that he had to punch Bier because they got into an argument about who should have the privilege to ask the new girl out to dinner.
I told him I was closer to your age.
And how old are you?
I'm about twenty-sum years old.
Selma is digging in her pocket for a tissue.
AARON (TO PETE)
Stand perfectly still. Do NOT move.