August, 1, 2007, 6:05pm, the hottest day of the year in Minneapolis. A bridge spanning the Mississippi River collapses during rush hour. Thirteen people die, 145 are injured, a U.S. Senator arrives on the scene and declares that “a bridge shouldn’t just fall down in the middle of America.”
Five years later, the lives of four people, impacted by the tragedy and on the run from their personal demons, intersect in a waterfront bar operating in the shadow of the bridge. The name of the bar is THE PUBLIC DOMAIN.
Lovely, conflicted Linda Basili is a woman haunted by memories of surviving the bridge collapse and tormented by a forbidden love. The ambitious and calculatingly cold casting director, Lana Boulet, will stop at nothing to avenge a failed acting career and get what she wants. The jaded but powerful David Dixon, a cross-dressing cad of a marketing genius, is torn between his old, amoral ways and a search for something better. The restless, antiheroic Johnny Dolan is on the wagon and on a mission to atone for one bad, life-altering decision made years ago.
It’s the feast of St. Casimir, the Patron Saint of Poland, and the biggest party of the year in this Nordeast Minneapolis neighborhood dive where desire, guilt, ambition and fear are served up with pierogies, Polish vodka, great music and, maybe, a shot of redemption.