EXT. PHONE BOX – DAY
A MAN DROPS A COIN INTO THE SLOT AND JABS AT THE BUTTONS.
MAN:
Hello, is that the hospital? It's Mr Denham. You called me a minute ago and my mobile ran out.
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INT. HOSPITAL - CONTINUOUS
THE OTHER END OF THE LINE.
DOCTOR:
Ah yes, Mister Denham. I have some news.
MAN:
Oh, God, what is it?
DOCTOR:
Well, you see…
THE LINE GOES DEAD.
EXT. PHONE BOX – DAY
MAN:
F**k!
THE MAN DROPS A COUPLE MORE COINS IN THE PHONE AND REDIALS.
MAN:
Hello, doctor?
DOCTOR:
Everything alright, Mister Denham?
MAN:
My money ran out! So what is it? What's wrong?
DOCTOR:
Well, like I say, Mister Denham, I have some news.
MAN:
Just tell me!
DOCTOR:
It's your dad, Mister Denham. He's….
THE PHONE GOES DEAD.
MAN:
Motherf**k!
HE SLAMS THE RECEIVER AGAINST THE PHONE A COUPLE OF TIMES. TAKING A DEEP BREATH, HE INSERTS ALL THE COINS HE HAS.
MAN:
Hello!
DOCTOR:
Mister Denham?
MAN:
My dad! What's wrong with my dad?
DOCTOR:
Nothing's wrong.
MAN:
Then what is it?
DOCTOR:
He just needs someone to drive him home from the hospital.
MAN:
So he's fine?
DOCTOR:
Just visiting.
MAN:
Thank God! Who was he in to see?
MAN:
Your dead mum.