So there you are. Caught up in your own game, putting on a random playlist whilst crunching out last yet endless emails. #3 Aphex Twin (or is it called Rhubarb?). The first chords make you listen a little more intent.

Lt. Vincent Hanna: You know, we’re sitting here, you and I like a couple of regular fellas. You do what you do, and I do what I gotta do. And now that we’ve been face to face, if I’m there and I gotta put you away, I won’t like it. But I’ll tell ya, if it’s between you and some poor bastard whose wife you gonna turn into a widow. Brother, you are going down.

(McCauley stares for a second).

McCauley: There’s a flip side to that coin. What if you do got me boxed in and I gotta put you down? Cause no matter what, you will not get in my way. We’ve been face to face, yeah, but I will not hesitate, not for a second.

Hanna: Maybe that’s the way it’ll be. Or…who knows…

McCauley: Or maybe we’ll never see each other again.

Lights are mapping out the city. Two strangers, that in different walks of life would have made it. But one will walk out…in 30 seconds flat if he spots the Heat around the corner.

McCauley: You live in this neighborhood?

Eady: No, I live above Sunset Plaza, it’s a little house I rent. It’s a little rundown but has a beautiful, beautiful view. What about you?

McCauley: I live in Venice Boulevard. Where’s your family originally from?

Eady: We’re Scots Irish, they immigrated to America in the late seventeen hundreds. Where are you originally from?

McCauley: Bay area.

Eady: Are your folks there?

McCauley: My mother died a long time ago I don’t know where my father is. I have a brother somewhere but sounds like you have a tight family I can tell. (pause) In L.A. the city of lights, in Fuji they have these iridescent algae that come out once a year in the water, it looks like L.A. at night.

Eady: You’ve been there?

McCauley: No, I’m going there some day.

Yeah let’s find that hill (or balcony who knows), whilst the sun sets and the city comes to life. Two souls for the briefest of moments. Yesterday is a memory. Tomorrow is unknown.