INT. WILL’S APARTMENT - NIGHT Will plods back and forth in his apartment, lights and TV are on. The clock on the oven says 8:30. He picks up his cell phone and dials. The phone rings. SARAH (O.S.) Suicide Hotline, this is Sarah. WILL This is Will again. SARAH (O.S.) Oh hello again Will! It’s so great to hear your voice! How was today? WILL I got my power back on, but had to bum the money off my mom. SARAH That’s great you talked to your mom! Was she happy to see you? Will paces the living room rubbing his left temple. WILL I guess. Kinda lectured me a bit, but I guess she’s had it tough too. SARAH (O.S.) I can imagine. It must be tough for your whole family. Will sits on the couch. WILL Yeah, I didn’t really think about how my sister’s death affected everyone. I just don’t understand why my dad was such an asshole to me. SARAH (O.S.) Why don’t you talk to him? WILL I can’t. We got nothing in common. SARAH (O.S.) How many times have you both really talked to each other? WILL (Angrily) You don’t hear so well do you, I said we got nothing in common. SARAH (O.S.) So you have never really talked with your father? WILL Fucks sake! No, okay? SARAH (O.S.) Then how could you know who he is and how could he really know you? WILL I get what you’re saying, but, I just can’t talk to the guy. SARAH (O.S.) Alright Will! I think you had a good day, will you go one more? WILL I guess. Just paid the electric bill and got some food. I can at least eat up all the food first. Sarah laughs. WILL You gotta cute laugh, where are you from. SARAH Talk to you tomorrow Willy. The line goes dead. WILL Willy? Will walks to the kitchen and opens the oven. He pulls out a small pizza, cheese bubbling, pepperoni curled. He smiles. INT. WILL’S APARTMENT - MORNING Will opens his eyes and stares. He looks around his apartment. He jumps off the couch. Runs to the kitchen and starts the coffee pot. He disappears into the bathroom and turns the shower on. INT. WILL’S APARTMENT - SAME Will is dressed in black slacks, white shirt and blue tie. His hair is combed back nicely. He sips from a mug of coffee. He looks into the mirror. WILL Time to get a job you fuckin hobo. He exits his apartment. EXT. DOWNTOWN - DAY Will walks the sidewalk with a newspaper. People walk by him both ways. He visits several shops with "Now Hiring" signs in the windows. Each time he walks out with a frown. He enters another and when he exits he throws the newspaper into the trash and angrily kicks a parking meter. There is a loud crash. Will turns his attention up the street where he sees a car crashed into a stop sign. He runs to the car. People circle around the car, taking pictures with their cell phones. Will runs to the drivers side door angrily pushing people out of the way. He opens the car door and sees hunched to the side, clutching his chest, his own father. WILLIAM RHODES SR looks at his son unable to speak. He clutches his chest in agony. Will dials 911 and hands the phone to a stranger. WILL Get the ambulance here now! He pulls his father out of the car and lies him on the ground. He yanks a bottled water from a man next to him and pours some into his father’s mouth and drenches his father’s head. WILL Hang in there dad! Help is coming. Will’s father holds his son’s hand and looks at his son, eyes teared up, slightly nodding. His eyes shut. The ambulance appears and place his father on the stretcher. Will jumps in the back as they head off to the hospital. INT. EMERGENCY ROOM - WAITING AREA - NIGHT William and his mother Patricia sit in the waiting area. A DOCTOR appears before them both. DOCTOR William? WILL Yeah? DOCTOR You saved your father’s life today. Will’s mother cries out in joy and hugs Will intensely. DOCTOR He wishes to see you. Patricia kisses her son’s cheek. PATRICIA Oh baby, please go make peace with your father. Please honey. Will breathes in deeply, looks at the time on his cell phone. 8:15. He nods and heads off with the Doctor. INT. EMERGENCY ROOM - SAME Laying in a hospital bed is Will’s father. He sits up slightly as Will enters. The Doctor leaves. Will stares at his father. Will’s father smiles slightly. WILLIAM SR You saved my life today son. Will stares at his father. His face tight and jaw clenched. WILLIAM SR I know son. I know. I have a lot of forgiveness to ask of you. Will gets closer to his father, his eyes teary. WILL Fuck dad. I hate, hated you man. What did I do so wrong? Why did it get so- William Sr. breaks into a slight cry. His face turns slight red. The heart monitor beeps slightly faster. Will, grabs his father’s hand. WILL It’s okay dad. I know we got a lot to talk about. Just don’t kick the bucket before we get the chance man. William Sr. nods at his son and smiles, his eyelids start to close. The heart monitor settles back to an even rhythm. Will turns to walk out. WILLIAM SR Willy... Will turns around quickly, his head slightly cocked. WILLIAM SR I love you, Willy. His father falls asleep. Will turns back around, his eyes wide in thought. He exits. INT. EMERGENCY ROOM - WAITING AREA - SAME William hugs his mother. She holds William at arms reach. PATRICIA Can I give you a lift home Willy? Will looks at his mother brow furrowed in confusion. WILL Why is everyone calling me "Willy" all of a sudden? Patricia laughs slightly. PATRICIA It’s something your sister used to call you. I’m sorry sweetheart. Come on, let’s get some coffee. Will’s jaw drops. He pulls out the piece of paper with Sarah’s number. He calls the number. He hears a pre-recorded message. The number has been disconnected. He finds the 800 number in his call log and dials that. Patricia grabs her son. PATRICIA Honey, what’s wrong? WILL Hold on ma. The line rings. OPERATOR (O.S.) Suicide hot line, your name please? WILL I need to speak with Sarah. OPERATOR (O.S.) Sir, this is the suicide hot line. WILL Yes, I need to speak to one of your reps, Sarah. OPERATOR (O.S.) One moment please. Will chews his fingernails and stares at his wide-eyed mother staring at him back. OPERATOR (O.S.) Sir? WILL Yes? OPERATOR (O.S.) I’m sorry sir, there is no Sarah who works here. WILL Bullshit, she gave me her private line to reach her. PATRICIA Who are you talking to Will? WILL Cool it mom. Hello, she gave me her number. OPERATOR (O.S.) Sir, we do not have private lines, are you sure you called this Suicide prevention center? WILL Yes it was this fucking Suicide prevention Center, the number she gave me is- Will’s mother’s eyes go wide. Will, pats her shoulder and shakes his head to dismiss it as he unfolds the paper he was holding. WILL The fucking number she gave me was 702 555 1212 Will’s mother sits, her eyes stare into space unblinking. OPERATOR (O.S.) Sir, unless you are calling for support in suicide prevention, I cannot continue this discussion. WILL I don’t, Sarah... I need to speak to Sarah. The line goes dead. Will looks at his phone with wild eyes. He dials Sarah’s number again and gets the pre-recorded message of disconnect. He puts the phone and paper in his pocket. He looks down to his mother. WILL Mom, you alright? PATRICIA That number you called. WILL Long story mom, I was feeling real down a few days ago. PATRICIA The number- WILL Don’t worry about it mom. I talked to Sarah and she helped me a lot, she sounded so familiar, but now I just can’t reach her. PATRICIA You talked to Sarah... WILL Yeah Sarah. PATRCIA You, talked to SARAH. Will’s brows raise. PATRICIA 702 555 1212 WILL Yeah, that’s her number, was her number. It’s disconnected for some reason and I... don’t- Patricia giggles, then cries and then laughs. Will stares at his mother in fear. PATRICIA That number... Was your sisters number honey. Will goes pale and is forced to sit down. WILL Impossible... PATRICIA She’s an angel. Will stares unmoving, unblinking. His mother sits beside him using his shoulder to rest her head and smiling face.