TEASER EXT. NICE SUBURBAN HOME - DAY
MOVERS empty this house and load a big truck. Boxes and furniture litter the porch and a short front lawn. MOVER We wrappin’ this couch in plastic? FOREMAN Dunno, ask the owner. Where is he? Amidst the commotion, homeowner HARRY (60s, gray) simply walks straight out of the house with a small suitcase and heads down the street. He has slight difficulty walking, as if sore. He seems strangely disconnected to this house and the movers. FOREMAN There he is. ‘SCUSE ME SIR? WE WRAPPIN’ THIS COUCH? HELLO? Where’s he goin? Aw, forget it, c’mon, let’s go. Harry walks off towards the horizon, growing smaller... INT. SMALL COFFEE SHOP - DAY A TIRED WOMAN (42) works the counter. TODD (30, scruffy, “disguised” with glasses) observes and whispers into his beat- up Apple watch (his vibe is very “high-tech but grungy ”): TODD 12:15, COFFEE MAFIA, 3rd and Broadway. Subject “Betty Hogenson” at work as expected - but behind - a counter. HA. Approaching in 5, 4, 3, 2... He walks up to the counter with a dorky smile, and lies: TODD Hi so sorry to bother you, it’s me
triple half-caf soy latte? I think the wifi is down? (points) Your router was beepy and flashing, could you...? MRS. HOGENSON (wiped) Oh yeah, hang on...
She pops the counter up, walks out, and reaches up for the router. Todd quickly pushes a button on his watch, activating his laptop (open on table) and phone (in jacket hung near door): both snap photos of her legs. She hears the click, and turns: what’s going on? Todd drops the act (and the glasses):
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