Jimmy and Bogart are sitting at the park entrance. The sun is rising. They are both drunk, dizzy, Jimmy is asleep. Empty bottles of Jack roll from Bogart to Jimmy, He opens his eyes, sees how Bogart lights up a cigarette. Bogart takes a deep draw, slowly breathing out the smoke. Bogart's already sober, at least he looks sober to Jimmy.
- Hey Jimmy!
- What's wrong with love? What's wrong with people?
- What? ...I don't see anything wrong - Jimmy grinds his eyes - They love hating eachother.