But it's too late. The Junkie flicks the lighter, inadvertently triggering a small PLUME OF FLAME to shoot from the ground. As he stumbles back, spilling his stash and frantically patting himself to make sure he's okay, Napolitano races over, throws his jacket on the fire and stamps it out with his feet. He turns his attention to the Junkie.
The Junkie just looks at him, stunned.
Napolitano takes the spoon from him and tosses it aside.
Napolitano helps him up, as the Junkie stares, trying to place him.
He picks up his ruined sportcoat, brushes away the dirt and ashes and leads the Junkie outside --
EXT. BRENTWOOD MANSION GROUNDS - NIGHT
Tuxedoed waiters circulate with champagne and hors d'oeuvres. A SWING JAZZ band plays inside a large party tent near a banner that reads, L.A. IS ON THE MOVE!
ON THE CROWD
The Westside elite -- major players in show business, real estate and politics -- chat about their projects. Among them is CELESTE DAVIS, 50, the once-vixenish movie star, chatting with her industrialist husband LARRY, 60, and some friends.