DUDE

Yeah, I get it. Fuck off, Da Fino.

And stay away from my special la-from my fucking lady friend.

The Dude steps out to meet Walter’s car as it pulls up, its passenger window open and the pomeranian leaning out and yapping.

DENNY’S

Four people sit at a booth: Dieter, Kieffer, Franz, all in black leather, and a young woman with long stringy blonde hair, wearing torn and patched jeans and a ribbed sleeveless tee-shirt, worn thin with age. She is apparently braless, and is teutonically pale with birthmarks on her face and arms.

Notable is her camera-side leg, which ends in a bandage swaddled foot. Dried rust-colored blood stains the tip of the bandage. The four are arguing, loudly, in German.

They seem very unhappy. A waitress enters with a checkpad and pen.