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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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