The opening scene to a really fantastic movie I'm hard at work on.

Exterior shot of the front porch of a red brick apartment building. It is a turn of the century row home, three stories, with two doors on the porch. The camera pans out to focus on the right side of the building, and holds the door and three stories in its frame. It is an overcast day. The view then is down the street to the right where we see a figure walking towards the building. Dressed in a suit, tie slightly loosened, he possesses an occupied countenance. Bears a striking resemblance to a young Timothy Bottoms. The camera backs away to hold he entire tableau: Apartment building on the far left, man walking towards it on the the right.


A phone rings.


We zoom to the second story window and hold. A second ring. The man has now reached the door where the camera joins him. He retrieves his mail, and enters the apartment. We next see him walking up the stairwell where we - the audience and the man - hear the phone ring again through the apartment door. There is a scramble now to juggle mail, briefcase, umbrella, whilst opening the door into his apartment. We follow him into a small studio where he drops all of the mail and his umbrella onto the kitchen bar. It spills. The briefcase slips out of his hands and falls onto the floor. There should be a sense of minor chaos. He rushes to the phone,which is on a nightstand next to his rumpled bed.

MAN: Hello?

VOICE:(faint, recorded) We've been trying to reach you! You or one of your family members...

MAN:(Aggravated) Is this a recording?! Is this a fucking recording?! I'm going to hang up!

Slams phone down. Sits on bed. Puts head in hands.

MAN: FUCK!!!!


Cue TITLE SCREEN, and music.