GRAMERCY Written as an original screenplay. FADE IN: INT. GRAMERCY PARK APARTMENT, ROURKE'S STUDY, 4:47 AM A drafting desk in the corner of a room that is otherwise a good impression of an architect's working space. Blueprints, rolled and flat. A mechanical pencil worn to the eraser. Two monitors, dark. A brass desk lamp throwing yellow light over a Chelsea renovation plan spread across the work surface. DANIEL ROURKE (43) sits at the desk in a grey wool sweater. He is lean in the way of someone who has kept himself lean for practical reasons over a long period of time. His face is the kind that does not stay in photographs. Wire frame glasses, slightly foggy. He makes a small correction with the pencil. Examines it. Makes another. On the windowsill behind him: a grey cat asleep on a rolled drawing. The cat is named Lees. Rourke has not told anyone this. The window looks down onto Gramercy Park: a small private square of grass and trees locked behind iron fencing. Eleven park lamps burn in the pre-dawn dark. The park is empty. Rourke glances at it the way a person glances at a clock they have already read. His coffee sits on the corner of the desk. It has been cold for two hours. He works until 5 AM. Then he folds the blueprint. Turns off the lamp. Sits for a moment in the dark with the park visible behind his reflection in the window before he goes1