FADE IN:
EXT. ROOF OF A TALL BUILDING -- NIGHT
JEFF, a tall and lean, handsome, thirty-something professional with an appealing nature, stands on the roof of a tall building. He is backed-up precariously close to the roof's edge. Fog drifts by as Jeff absently looks forward.
In front of Jeff is a small table. On top of the table is a phone and answering machine. The answering machine beeps.
ANSWERING MACHINE (O.S.)
Jeff, it's Alexia. Your mother and I were talking and we think you should wear your khaki pants and the new shirt I bought you for dinner tonight. It'll be perfect.
Jeff slowly plummets backwards off the top of the building. He disappears from sight.
Silence.
Thud.
Crash.
Thud.
Screeching brakes.
Thud.
Silence.
The answering machine beeps again.
ANSWERING MACHINE (O.S.) (CONT'D)
Jeff, it's Alexia. By the way, there's nothing you can do to get out of dinner tonight, so don't even think about trying. See you at seven. |