Today: The Script · 15 May 2001
FADE IN:
INT. BEDROOM, LATE MORNING
In the middle of a room strewn with clothes is a bed. The bed is strewn with a MAN. On the bedside table are pill bottles, notepaper, a PHONE and an IBOOK. MAN wakes.
MAN
Owww. Owwwww. Owwww.
He pads to the bathroom, cupping his jaw in his hand.
MAN (To himself)
This is getting repetitive.
A beat. He returns with a cup of tepid coffee, a can of sliced peaches, and some yoghurt. He gingerly crawls back into bed. A PHONE rings. He answers.
PHONE (à la adults in Peanuts cartoon)
Mwoh mwah mo mwah mwah mo mwah.
MAN
Yah, absolutely, sure. No, I know. No idea, still waiting. Okay. Okay. Asiago.
He switches on the IBOOK and the TELEVISION.
TELEVISION
—Matthew, get back to work.
—Lisa, Mr James says I’m boss now.
IBOOK (to MAN)
You have messages to reply to, several projects overdue, and your finances are a disgrace.
MAN
Ow. Ow.
The camera stays on him; he does not move for seven hours.
EXT. RAINY STREET
MAN walks down street wearing a hat.
MAN
Ow. Ow. Fucking OW.
INT. DENTAL OFFICE
MAN looms over DENTIST
MAN
Give me more drugs.
DENTIST
You’re going to have to decide about the procedure. I recommend you do it now: it’ll be harder later.
MAN
Give me more and stronger drugs.
INT. BEDROOM LATE DAY
MAN
Ow.
FADE OUT
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