10.

INT. GREAT AMERICAN INSURANCE GROUP - NOON

Clio slowly walks to her desk and eases into her chair. She
situates her headphones and immediately her phone rings, so
she answers it.

CLIO
Hi there, this is Clio from Great
American Health Insurance Group, how
can I help you today?

WANDA
(over phone)
Hi, I was looking to get my
prescriptions refilled and I just
switched to this insurance
about...seven months ago and it
doesn't seem to've gone through to my
pharmacist.

CLIO
Okay, well I'll just need your name,
date of birth, and your insurance ID
number.

WANDA
(over phone)
Wanda Kennedy, September 5th, 1969,
92848.

CLIO
Alright, thank you Wanda, let me check
on that real fast...okay it looks like
your annual coverage limit has been
covering several other expenses this
month and so it has run out and can
not cover this prescription.

WANDA
(over phone)
Are you kidding me? What am I paying
you six-hundred a month for?

CLIO
Well firstly it is not me you're
paying ma'am, it's the company,
secondly what the company pays for is
80% of your bill until your out-of-
pocket limit has been reached. When
your annual coverage limit was reached
in January, that meant that we can no

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longer cover any of your expenses

until the year after you began paying
for this insurance, and it looks like
that'll be in about five months.

WANDA
(over phone)
My husband had heart surgery for four
months and my daughter has bronchitis,
which she's still being treated for,
and you're telling me I'm still going
to be paying six-hundred a month for
the next five months for fucking
nothing?

CLIO
I'm sorry ma'am, but there's nothing
we- I can do, if you'd like to look
into other plans-

WANDA
(over phone)
Fuck you bitch.

The phone hangs up and Clio's head drops.

INT. BATHROOM - NOON

Clio sits on the toilet with her eyes closed, breathing

steadily. She does this for some time.

INT. GREAT AMERICAN INSURANCE GROUP - AFTERNOON

Clio walks back out and sees that it's now about 3:oopm.
She's perplexed by this but continues back to her desk. She
gets another call.

CLIO
Hi there, this is Clio from Great
American Health Insurance Group, how
can I help you today?

On the other end of the phone, we can only hear a faint

breathing, low and gravely.

CLIO
Hello?...hello?

ADAM
(over phone)
Hi, this is Adam, I called a week ago

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and was speaking to Marco, I was

wondering if I could speak with him.

CLIO
Uh, Marco Sanchez or Robinson?

ADAM
(over phone)
Sanchez.

CLIO
I'll transfer you now.

ADAM
(over phone)
Thank you very much, Clio.

She swiftly transfers him and hangs up. She looks bothered
and creeped out.

She looks above her cubicle to see Marco Sanchez on his

phone, laughing and chatting.

She looks at the clock on her computer, which reads 4:45pm.

CLIO
What?

People around her are getting up from their chairs and

grabbing their bags. Deandra stands right behind Clio.

DEANDRA
Are you going to milk my clock Clio?

CLIO
(panicked)
Oh no, I'm sorry, I'll-

DEANDRA
See you tomorrow. On fucking time.

EXT. STREET - AFTERNOON

Clio walks down the street, smoking away. She looks more
exhausted than ever, her feet dragging, her eyes on the
ground.

The frigid wind whisks the smoke from her mouth before she
can even inhale.

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INT. TRAIN - AFTERNOON

Clio enters a train chock full of people; a large woman in

her 30s with light blue hair, an unhappy couple each occupied
by their phone, another unhappy couple who argue verbally, a
bunch of young people with headphones, and a few estranged
old people.

Clio sits at the far end of the train, her eyes out the
window. We see many streets and cars and people pass as
they've just gotten out of school or work or both.

A small man with narrow, tired eyes in his 50s, with an

overflowing backpack and many layers emerges, from the crowd,
holding a piece of cardboard that reads:

I am deaf. Need $20 to get home.

Anything helps, God bless.

Clio takes out her wallet, inside we see her ID from a year
ago, an art store gift card, her debit and credit cards, a
AAA card, and a few bills folded into fourths.

She slips the one ten dollar bill out, taking with it a
kitschy little Polaroid print of her and a man not much older
than her with light, long blonde hair and sad, tired eyes.

She stuffs the print back in and hands the man the bill. He
looks at it, then retrieves his own wallet, and removes about
four dollar bills.

He takes the 10 and gives her the bills, nodding with a small
smile. Clio understands and nods as well.

The man says thank you in sign language, and Clio does the
same.

He waddles back down the isle, and Clio looks out the window
again, smiling at first, eventually returning to her
concerned frown.

Soon, we focus on her wallet on the seat she's in, peaking

out from under her. After a while, Clio stands up, leaving
the wallet on the train.

EXT. TRAIN STATION - EVENING

Clio moseys onto the platform, instinctively bringing a

cigarette to her mouth. She lights it, puts the lighter in
her jacket pocket, then begins to wonder where she put her
wallet.

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She turns around and the train is already gone.

She begins to fume and boil, but before she can get really
angry at herself, she storms off the platform.

EXT. NEIGHBORHOOD STREET - EVENING

Clio smokes another cigarette as she braves the strong wind

she walks against. She swears and whisper-yells at herself,
kicking shit and glaring at dumb dogs. The sky is getting
darker.

INT. CLIO'S HOUSE, LIVING ROOM - EVENING

Clio shuts the door behind her and walks to her room, silent.

Nathan is on the same spot on the couch, still reading. He

looks up after she's shut her door, waits, then goes back to
his book.

INT. CLIO'S ROOM - EVENING

Clio sits on her bed, staring out the window with a head and
face exhausted.

She's lost in the trees outside, barely silhouetted in front

of a dark, barely blue sky.

Her most innate feelings start to surface and tremble at the

corners of her eyes, until she stands up as if under
hypnosis.

She takes a step toward the wooden vanity below her window,
stops, cranes her neck, and hurls her face forward, smacking
the top of the vanity.

INT. CLIO'S HOUSE, LIVING ROOM - EVENING

Nathan looks up when he hears something like a hammer hitting

wood, then Clio's body collapsing to the floor.

He sets his joint in the ashtray on the coffee table, stands

up, and walks toward Clio's door. Inside we can hear sobs.

Nathan listens with his head on the door. He turns his face
away and tries to silence a large cough, then listens again.

He knocks as gently as he can. Clio becomes silent.

Without saying anything, he opens the door. Clio's face is

buried in her hands until she looks up. Nathan gasps at the

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blood surrounding Clio's nose and mouth.

NATHAN
Whoa...are you okay?

Clio looks at her red palms.

CLIO
I thing I broge my dose.

Nathan doesn't know what to say.

CLIO
I los my fugging wallet.

NATHAN
Again?

CLIO
Yes, fugging agaid, that's whad I jus
said.

Nathan rubs the back of his neck, looking unsure and feeling
bad; Clio doesn't feel anything.

INT. CLIO'S HOUSE, LIVING ROOM - EVENING

Clio lays on her back, head propped on the arm of the couch
she's sharing with Nathan. She nurses her nose with ice and
several tissues.

Nathan is reading allowed from a small book of poetry, taking

breaks to puff on a big brown blunt. Clio stares at the
ceiling, still looking numb.

Her hand gestures frailly to the blunt, Nathan hands it to

her, and she goes back to the ceiling.

Doom seems to be all around her, but at least she's getting

high.

CLIO
(slurring from mindlessness)
I godda godoo the Dibvee.

NATHAN
What was that?

CLIO
I should ged my lizence doborrow, I
godda godoo the DMV...I'm gudda gall

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Polly.

Clio stays transfixed on the ceiling for a while, Nathan

waiting to go back to his poetry, until she sits up,
groaning.

EXT. CLIO'S HOUSE - NIGHT

Clio sits in a chair under the porch light, lighting a

cigarette. There's a bandage with gauze taped around the
bridge of her nose. The skin below her eyes is dark blue and
brown now.

She dials a number into her phone, then puts it to her ear.

All four rings pass by as she takes nervous drags.

POLLY
(over phone)
Hiyeee this is Polly's phone, if
you're Trevor, Chris, Jamaal, or Lin,
stop fucking calling this number,
otherwise, leave your number after the
beep, bitch!

Clio clicks her phone off and looks out at the neighborhood,
smokinnn.

She sees a cat walking across a bit of road illuminated by a

street lamp.

The cat's walk is funky, out of sync, it's back right leg
swinging straight out before making a smaller step than the
rest of the legs, it's head cocked to the side, twitching.

The cat walks in a curve, constantly needing to steer itself

back in a straight line.

It doesn't cover much ground, and Polly watches

empathetically, at first finding it amusing but she soon
loses humor because she is this cat right now.

Clio's phone begins to buzz. As she answers, she's

embarrassed by how desperate and dedicated she is when
answering calls from her often estranged best friend.

CLIO
Hello?

POLLY
Clio! What's up girl?

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CLIO
Hi, I, are you busy tomorrow?

POLLY
Mmmm, how early?

CLIO
I get off work at 5:00.

POLLY
So what like 5:30?

CLIO
Is that okay?

POLLY
Where do you want to do?

CLIO
I uh...I lost everything in my wallet,
my ID, credit and debit, everything, I
need a new ID, could you give me a
ride to the DMV?

POLLY
Oh shit, where's your wallet then?

CLIO
What? No I lost that too, that's how-

POLLY
Oh shit I gotcha, duh, sure thing, of
course I'll take you! I'm sorry babe,
that must suck fucking ass, are you
okay?

A difficult moment of truth, but the one Clio's been waiting

for...

CLIO
Uh...uh...no I'm, I mean I'm okay, I
was pretty upset with myself but-

POLLY
You didn't do anything dumb did you?

CLIO
I...I busted my nose a bit but that's
it, Nathan took care of me for a bit.

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POLLY
Aw he's a sweety.

CLIO
Yeah, he is.

POLLY
I wish I could've been there for you
girl, but I'll see you tomorrow, I
love you!!

CLIO
Oh, oh okay yeah, what're you doing
tonight?

POLLY
Well I'm kinda...in the middle of
something...with a girrrl...

CLIO
Oh okay, sorry, I'll uh...let you get
back to that.

POLLY
Okay I love you so much babyyy, see
you tomorrow!!!

CLIO
I love you too-

Polly's already hung up.

Clio frowns at the ground, smoking the last bit of her

cigarette.

INT. CLIO'S HOUSE, BEDROOM - MORNING

Clio sits upon a chair in the middle of her room, with only
one light from a desk lamp. She works on a small table, a
mound of slay sitting in the middle. It's a grotesque
caricature of a bald man with hollow, tired eyes, and an
inexpressive short line for a mouth.

She molds it's ears on either side, folding and tucking

carefully to accurately represent the Helix of the human ear.

It isn't symmetrical, but the features do resemble intricate

organic features.

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TITLE CARD: "TUESDAY"

INT. CLIO'S HOUSE, BEDROOM - MORNING

Outside Clio's window, the world is wet and grey, the colors
of the grass and trees much more vibrant now. Drops from the
roof trickle onto the pane every so often, but otherwise it's
completely silent.

Off screen, her 7:30am alarm sounds off. We hear rustling and
murmuring, until Clio stands up, gazing out the window.

We can see her reflection and the dark circles under her eyes
and around her nose.

She gets lost in the scenery until she looks down at the
drawer where her weed is stored.

INT. CLIO'S HOUSE, LIVING ROOM - MORNING

(remember to include her broken nose)Nathan sits on the couch

with joint and a different book from yesterday. He hears
Clio's coughs from her room, and quickly goes back to his
book when her door opens and she walks to the front to put
her boots on.

She turns around when she opens the door, only one boot
halfway laced up.

CLIO
I'm so sorry, thank you so much for
fucking mothering me.

NATHAN
Oh. Yeah of course...you definitely
needed help.

CLIO
Yeah...are you- what does your day
look like?

He thinks for a second, almost frowning, worried, then looks

up, grinning.

NATHAN
Not a whole lot, just some laundry. I
might write or something, probably
gonna read a lot.

There's a warm silence after this, Clio's shoulders have

relaxed a bit and eye contact with her roommate is easier.

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NATHAN
Taxes. That's another thing.

CLIO
Ugh. Yeah.

She goes back to lacing her other boot and stands up.

NATHAN
How're you feeling?

She keeps facing the door, then turns to look at the table
just in front of Nathan.

CLIO
I dunno, I'm never really sure, but
I'm trying...really, hard...to be
optimistic.

NATHAN
That's good.

EXT. STREET - MORNING

It's raining today. Everything that's green is vibrant and

wet and fresh looking. Clio, smoking, walks straight through
puddles with gusto, thanks to her galoshes.

Today she listens to thundering grind-core music.

EXT. TRAIN STATION - MORNING

Clio sits in the 2nd farthest from the right of the long
bench, smoking the last few pulls left in her cigarette.

Man at the Station stumbles into frame, this time in a big

yellow raincoat. He is already smoking a cigarette.

He brushes past her and buys a ticket at the ticket machine,

paying with what must be a whole lot of nickels and dimes.

A woman in her 40s sits on the bench. Man at the Station

walks back to the bench, and sits on the far end from Clio.

He steals a glance at Clio, and her gaze immediately meats

his, so he looks out at the trees instead.

MAN AT THE STATION

Are you a student?

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CLIO
What?

MAN AT THE STATION

Are you in school?

CLIO
No.

MAN AT THE STATION

Oh. I've just never seen you with a
ticket so I thought you might have a
bus pass or something. Do you just
never pay for tickets?

CLIO
Yeah.

WOMAN(40S)
Really?

Clio looks at the woman. The concern in her face reminds Clio
of her mother, and she can't say anything.

Clio finally looks to the ground, then her cigarette, and she
puts it out as the train pulls in.

EXT. CITY TRAIN STATION

Clio is off the train and passing by a crew of construction

workers, a tractor, and a big hole in the ground.

Two workers have to yell over the noise, gesturing wildly.

Every man turns to watch her walk away.

INT. GREAT AMERICAN INSURANCE GROUP, LOBBY - MORNING

She enters the building with a more inviting air than she's
had before, avoiding eye contact with most but smiling at
some of her coworkers.

INT. GREAT AMERICAN INSURANCE GROUP - MORNING

Clio sits down at her desk, plugs her headset into the phone,
and pulls up the G.A.I.G. program on her computer.

She sighs and pokes her head up, taking a look at the room.

Her phone rings.

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Montage:

Scored by the same cathartic grind-core from before, Clio

repeats

CLIO
Hi there, this is Clio from Great
American Health Insurance Group, how
can I help you today?

TOD
(over the phone)
Um...I am calling to sign up for a new
plan in my health insurance.

CLIO
Okay, well what plan are you on now
sir?

TOD
(over the phone)
My family is on a, uh, a family plan,
but I, I'm- my wife is divorcing me
and so I need to go back to the uh,
uh...

CLIO
An individual plan?

TOD
(over the phone)
Uh yes, yes.

CLIO
I can see what level you qualify for
if I can just get your account number.

TOD
(over the phone)
026459.

CLIO
Aaand what's your first and last name
sir?

TOD
(over the phone)
Ron- Ronald K Bingham.

CLIO
Thank you, let me search you up here

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real fast...

Clio punches numbers and stairs at the screen, biting her

tongue, reading; soon she yawns, then-

TOD
(over the phone)
She took the kids.

CLIO
I- I'm sorry?

TOD
(over the phone)
A week ago today. I've tried to talk
to them but I just can't...she won't
let me...I, I still have the house,
the kids are welcome any time but she,
she took them, she took my kids...

Clio stairs at the phone in terror.

CLIO
It...looks like you qualify for the
Silver health plan, which means we,
the company, pay 67% of your medical
costs, and you pay just 33% of your
medical costs.

TOD
(over the phone)
I'd like that, how can I sign up?

INT. G.A.I.G., PUBLIC RESTROOM - AFTERNOON

Clio washes her hands, staring at her hands, then at her

reflection. She breathes steadily a few times, then walks
out.

INT. GREAT AMERICAN INSURANCE GROUP - AFTERNOON

A montage:

Clio makes several more calls, answering, always greeting

with

CLIO
Hi there, this is Clio from Great
American Health Insurance Group, how
can I help you today?

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Customers yell and complain and cry. She gets through three,
and just as she hangs up her last call, exhausted, she feels
someone watching her.

Deandra stands at the end of the isle, tapping her foot. It's
5:00 pm. Everyone is getting their things together to leave.

Clio unplugs her headset, puts her coat on, and makes her way
down the isle, avoiding Deandra's smirk.

EXT. GREAT AMERICAN INSURANCE GROUP - AFTERNOON

Ringing. Clio waits outside her building with a cigarette,

phone to her ear.

We get through four rings, then

POLLY
(over phone)
Hiyeee-

Clio hangs up, pockets her phone, and thinks for a second,
eyes glued to the ground.

Then she looks up and walks off frame.

EXT. STREET - AFTERNOON

Clio marches down the street to grind-core, smoking away.

INT. BANK - AFTERNOON

Clio is small in a tall lobby area with seven teller booths

at the other end of the room. It's mostly empty with only one
teller available, a man with the kind of creepy smile that
comes from abusing his power waves Clio over.

TELLER
Afternoon honey, how can I help you
today?

CLIO
Hi, I lost my wallet yesterday, I was
wondering if I could freeze my card.

TELLER
Debit or credit?

CLIO
Debit.

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TELLER
Account number?

CLIO
920378.

TELLER
I.D.?

CLIO
Oh. Uh, I haven't renewed that yet...

TELLER
Oh...

CLIO
I- I really need to freeze my card,
I'm pretty sure someone's taken it.

TELLER
It is illegal for me to share with, or
give access to you what's on this
account without a valid I.D.

Clio doesn't know what to do.

TELLER
But I do remember you. And I like you.
No one else is here, no reason we
can't help each other out...

CLIO
Oh...okay.

The teller looks at his monitor now, scanning, still smiling.

Then he stops and looks up.

TELLER
When'd you say you lost your wallet?

CLIO
Yesterday.

TELLER
Well, I can't say there's much of a
reason to freeze your card anymore.

Clio waits for him to explain.

TELLER
Your bank account seems to've

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been...emptied.

Clio stairs at the teller.

EXT. STREET - AFTERNOON

Clio stumbles out of the bank, immediately lighting a

cigarette. She sits on the ground against the building.

She calls Polly again.

No answer.

She waits.

Her phone begins to buzz, but it isn't Polly.

Clio thinks for a long time before answering.

CLIO
Hello?

MOM
Hello Clio!

CLIO
Hi mom.

MOM
Are you having a good day so far?

CLIO
Uh...I've been robbed.

MOM
WHAT?

CLIO
Someone stole my wallet and spent
everything on my card.

MOM
Oh my god were you mugged?!

CLIO
No! No, Jesus, I- I left it on a
train.

MOM
You left your wallet on the train.

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