This is the script I'm currently producing, we're a little ways off to the completion, but I wanted everyone here to read it. This is the first half of the script, the second half is posted as the first reply to this post. Please forgive the formatting as it didn't carry over from my original script. Just One More Day INT. WILL’S APARTMENT - NIGHT Sitting alone on his couch is WILLIAM RHODES, a mid 20’s, scruffy looking man with heavy eyes, wearing a black T-shirt and shorts. He sits in a dirty apartment. On the coffee table in front of him is stacks of envelopes with bold lettered red "Bill Due: Final Warning" on each of them. The TV is on without sound. He stares down at his lap unmoving. In his right hand <Mod Edit - Methods - Acy>. A tear comes down his cheek. He slowly places <Mod Edit - Methods - Acy> and stares at the TV. He inhales deeply and exhales slowly, places <Mod Edit - Methods - Acy>. The TV flashes text on the screen "SUICIDE HOTLINE" <Mod Edit - Methods - Acy> on the floor and pulls at his hair. He hunches forward and screams. He bangs the coffee table and flips it over. The TV flashes the Text "We Want To Help: Call 1-800-555-1212" Will reaches to the floor and pulls up his cell phone. He stares at the TV and dials the number into the phone. He sits back on the couch and puts the phone to his ear. OPERATOR (O.S.) Suicide Hotline your name please? WILL It doesn’t matter. OPERATOR (O.S.) I understand sir, what is happening. WILL I wanna die... OPERATOR (O.S.) I understand. Tell me what’s wrong. WILL I’m alone... About to get evicted. I’m 25 and haven’t done shit with my life. OPERATOR (O.S.) I’m sorry for what you’re going through sir. Is there anyone you can talk to who can give you some support? Will lays on the couch. WILL No, not really. OPERATOR (O.S.) Okay. Do you have a job? WILL Not anymore. OPERATOR (O.S.) What about family. Where are your parents or siblings. WILL My parents gave up on me long ago and my sister is dead. Will sighs. WILL I thought you all would be able to help me, but I’m just going to end it tonight. OPERATOR (O.S.) I’m sorry about your parents not understanding you and for the loss of your sister. How do you plan to kill yourself? WILL I’m just going to <Mod Edit - Methods - Acy>. OPERATOR (O.S.) What will happen if you die, who will be sad? WILL No one’s gonna give a shit if I die. Maybe my mom, but my asshole WILL father will just say I was a coward. OPERATOR (O.S.) That’s tough. Can I just ask one thing from you? WILL Sure. OPERATOR (O.S.) Just give it one more day. WILL What the hell for? OPERATOR (O.S.) Because you never know what good things can happen. WILL You know how many days make up 35 years? Will sits up and clenches his fist. Sits back and breathes. His eyes get watery. OPERATOR (O.S.) I understand. This is the first time you’ve reached out for help though right? WILL Yeah? OPERATOR (O.S.) So that’s a good thing. It means you must have some hope left. So why not just give it one more day? And tomorrow, do something different than you did today. WILL different like what? OPERATOR (O.S.) Like anything, clean your apartment, talk to a stranger, anything really. WILL It won’t matter, but sure and what after when my life still sucks? OPERATOR (O.S.) Call me directly. My direct line is 702 555 1212. WILL What’s your name? OPERATOR (O.S.) It’s Sarah, what’s yours? WILL That was my sister’s name. I’m Will. SARAH (O.S.) Talk to you tomorrow Will. Will ends the call. He picks up the coffee table and places the papers and magazines back. He picks a pen off the floor and writes the number down, then Sarah above it. He stares at the name, circles Sarah’s name. He turns the TV off and lies down on the couch. WILL One more day... INT. WILL’S APARTMENT - DAY Will awakens slowly, stares at the ceiling. He rubs his eyes and sighs a long deep breath. He jumps off the couch and picks up the piece of paper with Sarah’s phone number written on it. He places it on the side table next to his couch. He looks around his apartment. There are dishes and clothes lying scattered about. Food wrappings and clutter everywhere. He brushes his finger on the table and looks to see thick dust. Close up of Will’s face showing a slightly determined look. In fast motion, Will cleans the entire apartment. He picks everything up, brings clothes to the washer/dryer. He washes all the dishes in the dishwasher. Scrubs floors, dusts furniture. He vacuums and rearranges. He jumps in the shower. He gets out, combs his hair and puts fresh clothes on. He runs into the living room, unplugs his cell from the wall. He looks out the window. It’s begun to get dark. Will runs into the kitchen and opens the fridge. Nothing there except a few pieces of american cheese and a half drunk coke. He opens the freezer. Sitting alone in the middle is a small frozen pizza. Will smiles. He turns the oven on and places the pizza inside. He looks at the clock. 8:23. He walks into the living room. He sits on the couch, turns the TV on and then pulls out the piece of paper and stares at it. Close up of Will’s face. The room goes dark and silent. The appliances shut off. The digital clock in the kitchen is black. Will sighs. He flips his cell phone open and uses the light to see the number for Sarah on the paper. He dials it into the phone. The phone rings. SARAH (O.S.) Suicide Hotline, this is Sarah. WILL It’s me, Will. SARAH (O.S.) Hello Will! You made it one more day! And...? WILL And my fuckin power just turned off. I’m starving too, damn pizza wasn’t done cooking in the oven. Sarah laughs. WILL Why’s that funny? SARAH (O.S.) I’m sorry, it’s just that you sound a little more... alive, then yesterday. Will leans back on his couch and rubs his head. SARAH (O.S.) I’m sorry Will. Aside from the power going off, how did things go for you today? WILL I mean, I fully cleaned my apartment. I was... happy it was clean and now I can’t see the fucking place. Sarah snickers. WILL And I had this little 59 cent pizza in the oven. I mean.. I JUST put the fuckin thing in the oven and poof... Sarah howls in laughter. Will’s eyes flash angrily in the dark, but Sarah keeps laughing and then Will laughs too. They both stop. SARAH (O.S.) I’m so sorry I was laughing Will, it’s not at you, it’s just the way you were saying it, was really funny. WILL Glad we could laugh at my expense. The power going off, that’s a sign. SARAH (O.S.) No, Will, that’s what made us laugh tonight and who knows what will happen tomorrow. WILL Tomorrow? SARAH (O.S.) Yes, tomorrow. Tomorrow figure out the problem of getting your power back on. WILL What difference does that make? I’ll be kicked out next week anyway. SARAH (O.S.) Don’t worry about next week. Tomorrow, worry only about the electric okay? Will sighs and chuckles. WILL One more day? SARAH (O.S.) Please. WILL Fine. Don’t know what I’m going to do, but, yeah, one more. SARAH (O.S.) Good! Call me tomorrow night. WILL Yeah. Will closes his phone. He rubs his stomach and feels his way to the kitchen. He opens the oven and pulls out the still frozen pizza, breaks off a piece and crunches it. INT. WILL’S APARTMENT - MORNING Will wakes up slowly. He stares over at the coffee table and gun. He grabs <Mod Edit - Methods - Acy> under the sofa cushion. He picks up the clump of envelopes and finds the Electric Bill. He opens it. 160.00 Over Due in bold red letters. He puts the envelope down. Opens his phone, the battery meter is full. He walks into his kitchen and grabs a coffee can from the fridge and spills bills and change onto the counter. He counts the money and change. WILL Eleven fucking dollars... He stuffs the money into his pockets and walks out the front door. INT. WILL’S PARENTS HOUSE - DAY A door bell rings. PATRICIA RHODES walks to the front door and opens it. Standing there is her son Will. Patricia stares at Will, here eyes slightly bulged and mouth agape. WILL Mother. PATRICIA Will, honey. Come in. Will walks in hesitantly. WILL Where is he? PATRICIA At work. Are you hungry? I can whip you something up. WILL Yeah, please. Actually, mom, I need some help. My electric just got turned off and I’m still trying to find work so. They walk into the kitchen where Patricia opens the fridge pulls out sandwich meat, mayo, pickles, grabs bread and places it on the counter. Will sits on the chair in front of the counter. PATRICIA Oh honey, you still haven’t found a job? Will grabs his head and slumps. PATRICIA You really need to be working Will. The age you are now, you need to get all of your- WILL The electric bill mom. I need $160.00 for it to be turned back on. Patricia spreads mayo on the bread and puts the sandwich together. She places it on a plate and pushes it to Will. She opens the fridge and grabs a coke and gives it to him. PATRICIA I can give you what I have set aside. Get your electric back on and get some food. You look thin. Will devours his sandwich. WILL Thanks mom. PATRICIA Don’t tell your father. WILL Why the hell would I talk to that bastard? PATRICIA (Angrily) Don’t you call him that William Rhodes Jr! Will takes a sip from the can of coke. Patricia reaches her purse and opens a small pocket on the inside and pulls out a wad of twenties. PATRICIA Your father is a good man. When we lost Sarah, he, just took all the blame. WILL He took it out on me mom, on me. PATRICIA Young man you have no idea what we went through. A loss like that... No parent should ever have to endure that kind of pain. Patricia tears up and counts 12 twenty dollar bills and hands them to Will. Will takes the money and looks at his mother. His eyes become sad. He pushes the empty plate forward. He pockets the money and stands. Patricia looks at Will and wipes her eyes. Will walks to her and gives her a hug. WILL I have to go mom. Thanks for the food and money. PATRICIA It’s fine honey. Please... Patricia cups her son’s face in her hands and pulls him close. PATRICIA Please, make something of yourself. You’re smart. And try to forgive your father. You both need to talk and get the past cleared up. WILL Just trying to get through the day mom. I love you. Will walks out of the kitchen and to the front door. He glances at the wall. There is a picture of a younger him and his sister. He sighs.