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CHAPTER ONE "THE PHONE CALL" Written By: Matt Layden 25/06/06 INT. BAR - NIGHT Robert is sitting at the bar with a drink in front of him and a cigarette in his hand. He looks tired and drunk, his face is unshaven and his hair is a mess. The man beside him is Jimmy, Shaved head and glasses, he is also drunk. Jimmy slurs his words as he speaks JIMMY You know what man? Forget her man, okay? You, are you listening to me? If that bitch wants to sleep around, I say throw her ass to the curb. ROBERT No, you don't understand. She was the one, she is the one. JIMMY It does, it doesn't matter man. It doesn't matter if she is or was the one or not, the fact of the matter is, is that she cheated on you. If someone cheats on you, then, then fuck em. They don't deserve you. ROBERT No man, you're not listening to me. I technically don't know if she cheated on me or not, but I'm 70 percent sure she did. JIMMY 70 percent? ROBERT Well, maybe 65, but I mean, there was men's clothes in my bedroom, clothes that weren't mine. JIMMY Shit man, 70 percent, hell even 65 percent is a good percentile. I got those marks in high school, I did fine. Those marks mean something, and here it means that the bitch is cheating on you man. Jimmy takes another drink. The bartender pours him yet another one, with a look of concern on his face. The bar is dying down, more and more people are leaving. ROBERT I never caught her in the act though. JIMMY Listen, listen. Enough, okay, enough of this shit, we need to change the subject. Do you not agree? ROBERT Yeah. JIMMY I mean, we're sitting here. Having a good time, and yet we're dicking around with old flames. Old flames that don't deserve us. I mean, am I right or am I right? ROBERT You're right. JIMMY Yeah, see. Robert motions to the bartender for two more drinks. The bartender agrees and begins pouring the drinks. ROBERT So, what do you do Mr. Jimmy. JIMMY Well, believe this or not. I'm a doctor. ROBERT A doctor? JIMMY Yes, a fucking doctor man. I do surgery, I slice and dice and stitch up. Whenever you need a guy to look at you, not in a gay way, but in a doctor patient way. Give me a call. ROBERT Well, what are you doing here? Aren't doctors on call or something? JIMMY Well, you see...today I had an operation. This guy was in, and he...wait, yeah, he had do get some heart surgery done. ROBERT Yeah, go on. JIMMY Well, there was a little problem. ROBERT What was the little problem? JIMMY The guy died. ROBERT Wow, I'd call that a big problem. JIMMY Yeah, well. So I'm here. Having a drink. Jimmy downs his drink and orders another. BARTENDER Listen, I think you've had enough. Now, the bar is closing up soon. You guys better get moving. JIMMY Yeah Yeah. Listen, Bobby. You got a gun? ROBERT A gun? What for? JIMMY You got to shoot the lying bitch. Jimmy gets up and pays for his drinks. Then pats Robert on the back and leaves the bar. Robert is just about to get up and leave when the bartender stops him. BARTENDER Hey buddy, don't listen to a thing that guys says. ROBERT Excuse me? BARTENDER Don't listen to that guy. He has no idea what he's talking about. Here... The bartender reaches in the cash register and pulls out fifty cents. BARTENDER (CONT'D) Call her. ROBERT But to make a phone call it's only twenty five cents. BARTENDER I know, but you never know when you need that extra quarter. ROBERT What exactly do I say? BARTENDER The same thing you always say when you start a conversation with a woman (pause) I'm sorry. Robert smiles at this comment, then proceeds to leave. EXT. STREET - NIGHT Robert is walking down the street, stumbling over his own feet sometimes. He spots a phone booth on the corner of the street and walks towards it. Robert opens the door and stumbles into the booth. Robert pulls out a piece of paper with a woman's number on it. He put sin the quarter and dials the number. After the first three rings a woman's voice is heard. WOMAN Hello? Robert doesn't answer her, instead looks at the ground in disappointment. WOMAN Hello? ROBERT I'm sorry. WOMAN Robert? Robert is that you? Where the hell are you? I've been worried sick about you darling. ROBERT I've been with a friend. WOMAN Who. ROBERT Well, I just met him, we had a couple of drinks. WOMAN Robert...I'm worried. When are you coming home. ROBERT Darling, who (pause) Was there anyone over at the house today? WOMAN Robert. When are you coming home? ROBERT I don't know. WOMAN Are you drunk? Robert looks around then back to the floor. ROBERT I love you darling. WOMAN Robert, where are you? Do you want me to come and pick you up? ROBERT No, I'm fine, I'll just walk home. WOMAN Will I see you soon? Two cars suddenly crash on the street a block behind Robert. The crash startles him and he drops the phone. Robert turns around to see the crash. The two cars are motionless in the middle of the street. No one has gotten out of the cars yet. Robert turns back to the phone and picks it up. A man gets out of the car in the distance and walks midway to the other car. He's obviously hurt. The man is yelling at the other car, to see if the other driver is okay. ROBERT Darling, there's been an accident. WOMAN What, what's going on? Where are you? ROBERT I have to go, I'm calling the cops. Robert hangs up the phone without saying goodbye, or hearing one from the woman on the other end. Robert puts in the other quarter the bartender gave him and dials the number 911. ROBERT Hello? Yes, there's been an accident. A car crash, on Wellington and James. I don't know if they're okay or not. Robert turns around to see the accident. The second man has stepped out of his vehicle. ROBERT (CONT'D) There are two men, they seem to be okay. The second man shoots the first man twice in the chest. Robert is in shock. The man goes back into his car to retrieve some items. ROBERT He just fucking shot him!! (pause) The man in the car just shot the other man in the car. Robert looks on as the man removes his license plates, then sets his car on fire. He runs off into the darkness. ROBERT Get some police here now! Robert hangs up the phone. He runs over to see if the man is okay. He gets to the man lying on the street, who is still alive. Blood covers his face and chest. The heat from the flames are evident as Robert covers his face. ROBERT Are you okay? Help is on the way. The man doesn't respond, he cannot talk. He gurgles blood and holds on tight to Robert. ROBERT It's going to be okay man. I've called the police, they're on their way. Robert looks in the man's eyes. ROBERT You're going to be okay, trust me. Okay? Do you hear me? Can you hear me? What's your name? If you can hear me what's your name? The man isn't able to say his name. ROBERT Fuck....what the hell. I'm sorry man. I'm so sorry. The man dies slowly in Roberts arms. Robert closes the dead man's eyes and holds him close to this body. END OF CHAPTER ONE.
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