EXT. UNCLE JIM’S HOU
SE - DAYA BOY, 22 years old, stands outside of his Honda Civic and takesa deep breath. He has an empty look in his eyes and he looks up
at his uncle’s four bedroom, two and a half baths, one den,
andtwo car garage single house with a backyard and front lawn. TheBOY stands and looks at the suburban home. He closes his eyesand breathes in deeply.
He has dark, short hair that hasn’t beenbrushed. He hasn’t taken a shower in days, not since the tests.
The doctor told him he would call him with the results as soon
as possible. But he didn’t quite trust the do
ctor. When he wasin his office there were a number of golf trophies, posters, andmemorabilia that ate up the space in between check-up rooms andthe hal
lway. He wasn’t sure whether the doctor was qualified to
be practicing medicine anymore. The only plaque hanging from thewall that had anything to do with medicine was one that said,
“Voted One of the Best Doctors in America –
1999.” He was
starting to feel the stress of having to be checked out by a
Best Doctor of a decade long gone. This was likewinning an opportunity to meet the Heavyweight Champion boxerfrom 1976, who would most likely be in a wheelchair withdementia, a champion from a year he could no longer remember.The doctor had drawn blood and urine, CAT scanned and MRIed thelife out of him, figuratively. After all those tests, the doctorhad told him that it would be a few days before the results.
the doctor before this one told him and the results
positive, which was why he was led to more tests and tomore incompetent doctors. He had overheard the golf doctor makeplans to shoot 9 later that day. The doc was probably playingwhen he should
been getting answers from his blood. The BOYlooked back on his life. The lies he told to sleep with girls,the times he had cheated on exams, manipulating people for hisbenefit and entertainment. All to get what he wanted. How vain,he thinks. How meaningless his life is, would be. Hence, thelack of showers, the surplus of grease in his hair, and hisoverall negative attitude on this day when he has to babysit hisyoung cousin. This is SAM.
INT. UNCLE JIM’S HOU
SE - DAYSAM enters the living room as A MAN walks frantically throughhis house, grabbing keys, laptop, bag, and yells out
instructions as he paces back and forth, wondering if he’s
forgotten something. He walks around looking for something that
he can’t seem to find and seems nervous. He
is nervous becausetoday could be his last day at work. The company is merging with
another and for efficiency’s sake, they are laying off those