Bad Connection

INT. CAR – DAY

A woman, MONICA (42), dressed in a business suit, drives through the city. She pushes a button on her phone, which is attached to the dashboard. The phone dials.

INT. KITCHEN – DAY

JOEY (24) dressed in a bright, striped, T-shirt and jeans with an apron on over the top pulls his phone from his pocket, and answers it. Behind him two children, SARA (3) and MICHAEL (7) play.

JOEY
Hello, you’ve got Joey.

INTERCUT BETWEEN MONICA AND JOEY

MONICA
Hi Joey, sorry to be such a worry wart on my first day back but I’m just driving between meetings and wanted to see how the kids were going.

JOEY
Hey Monica, the kids are great. We’re just in the kitchen cooking some brownies. They’ve been no trouble.

Monica’s phone cuts in and out, resulting in her hearing; Kids, crzzt, in, crzzzt, trouble.

MONICA
Sorry Joey, the phone’s cutting in and out. What did you say?

JOEY
Oh, I was just saying, don’t worry, go to your meeting, the kids are fine. We’re all just dying of laughter over here.

Again the phone cuts out. Monica hears; crzzzt, don’t, crzzzt, go to your meeting, crzzzt, kids, crzzzt, dying.

MONICA
Sorry, I must have misheard you. Did, did you say the kids are dying?

Joey holds the ear closer to his hear and blocks his other ear with his finger.

JOEY
Yeah, wow, that reception is bad, I can hardly hear you. I said we’re dying of laughter.

Monica hears; Yeah, crzzzt, dying, crzzzt. Michael in the background starts to pretend to die. Monica hears this.

MONICA
Joey is that Michael? What’s going on?

JOEY
Ha, ha, Michael’s just dying.

From Monica’s phone comes; Michael’s, crzzzt, dying.

MONICA
I’m coming home right now.

JOEY
What? Did you say you’re coming to the house? No, go on to your meeting. You don’t want to get fired.

Monica hears; crzzzt, house, crzzzt, on, crzzzt, fire.

MONICA
THE HOUSE IS ON FIRE!

Monica spins the car around across and starts to speed back the other way.

MONICA (CONT’D)
I’m on my way home!

JOEY
What? Sorry, I can’t hear you.

Behind Joey, Sara jumps on the pretend-dying Michael and yells out.

SARA
Mummy, Mummy, Michael’s dying.

MONICA
I’M COMING SWEETIE!

JOEY
What? Sorry Monica I can’t hear a word you’re saying but if you can hear me there’s no disaster, everyone’s fine, no one’s dead. Just go to your meeting okay?

Monica hears; Sorry Monica, crzzzt, disaster, crzzzt, everyone’s, crzzzt, dead.

Joey hangs up.

Monica leans over the steering wheel and puts her foot down hard on the pedal.

MONICA
MUMMY’S ON HER WAY BABIES!

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