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TOM
You wanted to see me, Mr. Vance?
VANCE
Yes Hansen. Sit down.
TOM
Ok.
VANCE.
Has something happened to you recently?
TOM
What do you mean?
VANCE
A death in the family, someone taken ill, anything like that?
TOM
No.
VANCE
Look, I don’t mean to pry. Does this have something to do with
Summer leaving.
TOM
Who?
VANCE.
My assistant.
TOM
faking badly
Your?
VANCE.
Tom, everyone knows. Nevermind. The reason I’m asking-- lately
your work performance has been-- a little off.
TOM
I’m not following.
VANCE
For example, here’s something you wrote last week--
reads from a card on his desk
“Roses are Red, Violets are Blue. Fuck You Whore.” Now, most
shoppers on Valentine’s Day --
TOM
Mr. Vance, are you firing me?
VANCE
No, no, no. Relax Hansen. You’re one of our most, adequate
writers.
TOM
Ok. Well, I’m sorry. Things for me have been a little difficult.
VANCE
That’s ok. I understand that. I was just thinking, perhaps you
could channel your energy into this.
He hands him some sympathy cards.
TOM
Funerals and sympathy?
VANCE
Misery, sadness, loss of faith, no reasons to live, it’s perfect
for you. Whaddaya say? Good? Good. Now back to work you go.
He quickly usfghnrfjg nrhers him out of the office.
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INT. TOM’S BEDROOM - MORNING
Tom wakes up. He gets his bearings and then quickly rolls onto
the floor and begins a brief push-up routine.
NARRATOR (V.O.)
Most days of the year are entirely unremarkable. They begin and
they end without creating a single lasting memory. Most days have
no real ifgn mpact on the course of a life.
The phone rings. Tom stops his push-ups to answer it.
NARRATOR (V.O.)
May 8th was a Saturday.
INT. DELI - DAY
Tom walks in to find Paul and McKenzie at a table. They look
extremely nervous.
TOM
What’s going on?
Neither one answers him. They look at each other. Finally.
PAUL
We have news.
TOM
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