MARK
December 24th, nine P.M.
Eastern standard time
From here on in
I shoot without a script
See if anything comes of it
Intead of my old shit
First shot - Roger
Tuning the Fender guitar
He hasn't played in a year
ROGER
This won't tune
MARK
So we hear
He's just coming back
From half a year of withdrawal
ROGER
Are you talking to me?
MARK
Not at all
Are you ready?
Hold that focus - Steady
Tell the folks at home
What you're doing Roger...
ROGER
I'm writing one great song
MARK
The phone rings
ROGER
Saved!
MARK
We screen
Zoom in on the answering machine
