This Brief Commercial Interruption
THE SCENE IS A SMALL, TWO-BEDROOM HOME IN THE NEAR NORTHERN SUBURBS OF MINNEAPOLIS. IT IS A DARK AND STARLESSLY COOL NIGHT. ABOUT 11PM. OUR HERO, SCOTT, HAS JUST SWITCHED OUT THE LAST LIGHT AND LAYS DOWN TO SLEEP.
SFX: PHONE RINGING IN KITCHEN
SCOTT IS UNSURE WHAT TO DO. HE HAS JUST GOTTEN WARM UNDER THE COVERS. AND CALLS THIS LATE ARE EITHER DRUNKEN EX-GIRLFRIENDS OR THE REAPER HAS TAKEN A RELATIVE. HE WAITS FOR THE ANSWERING MACHINE TO KICK IN, BUT THE PERSON HANGS UP.
THE PHONE RINGS AGAIN, BARELY COVERING THE SOUND OF HIS FAST BEATING HEART. NOT HESITATING TO FIND HIS GLASSES, HE STUMBLES THROUGH THE DARK TO THE KITCHEN AND YANKS THE PHONE FROM THE RECEIVER.
SCOTT [NERVOUSLY]: "Hello?"
CLIENT [BAR AMBIENCE IN BACKGROUND]: "Hey, Scott, would you be able to fly out to LA tomorrow and help us with some TV commercials for the next week?"
SCOTT: "Uh........sure."
CLIENT: "Cool. Your flight's at 10am tomorrow. Ticket'll be at the airport. I'll have Amy Jo check you in and get your room at Shutters. See you soon."
SCOTT CAN BEGIN TO HEAR CLIENT TELL SOMEBODY THAT HE'S COMING BEFORE THEY HANG UP.
SCOTT SETS TO PACKING AND GETS A FEW HOURS RESTLESS SLEEP.
SUNRISE FINDS HIM SCRAPING FROST OFF THE WINDSHIELD OF HIS CAR.
SUNSET FINDS HIM WITH BEACH SAND IN HIS SHOES HAVING BLUEFIN TARTARE NEXT TO OWEN WILSON AND RICK RUBIN. HE TRIES NOT TO STARE AT THE BEND IN OWEN'S NOSE.
[BACK TO AUSTIN SOON---Base Camp Management]
11:00:06 AM 
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