MICHAEL
Yoram! Yoram!
Yoram stops in his tracks, turning to face Michael, approaching him.
YORAM
Yes?
Michael stops next to him, panting heavily like a locomotive.
MICHAEL
Oh, my God! Until I found you, my friend. (He takes a slight pause to catch his breath.) My friend said you can come to see him tomorrow morning. He'll be there from nine. His name is Mickey. Look only for him. He's the boss.
YORAM (indifferently, with bitterness in his tone)
Alright. Give me the address.
Michael hands him a business card.
MICHAEL (confessing sheepishly)
I saw you talking to people on the boulevard.
YORAM
Yes.