Wednesday, Jun. 18, 2003

INT. AMY'S APARTMENT - 4PM - AFTERNOON

SUNDAY, JUNE 15, 2003 - FATHER'S DAY

I pick up Amy's cell phone and dial my dad's number long distance. I listen to five rings, expecting the answering machine to pick up. I am visably relieved at the thought of not having to talk to my dad. Then...

I hear the SOUNDS of the reciever rattling on the other end of the line.

�������������GARBLED VOICE
��������Y'ello...

�������������ME
��������Hey, Dad...!

�������������GARBLED VOICE
��������What...?

�������������ME
��������Is this dad...?

Pause.

I then recognize the voice of my dad in a sleepy gruffness.

�������������DAD
��������No, this isn't Doug. And
��������it's four o'clock in the
��������fucking morning.

Again, I hear the SOUNDS of the reciever rattling on the other end of the line.

Then *click*.

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