by Andre Harden
A huge win in the lottery brings a new set of trappings for Bob, but his unhappy lifestyle doesn't change a bit. (This script is mostly mime, with just a couple of small speaking parts.)
Bob
		Voice of Jeffrey (Bob's boss)
		Voice of Judy (former girlfriend)
		Voice of Gus (friend)
		Human alarm clock
		Secretary
Quiet in sparse room. A man sleeps under a DINGY SHEET.
		
		An ALARM CLOCK sits on a CARDBOARD BOX. It goes off
		shrieking.
		
		The man wakes up panicked, rolls on the BED and slams his
		fist down on the alarm clock. He rests a moment on the bed
		then -
		
		Grumbling, he gets out of bed and pulls on a RAGGED HOUSECOAT.
		
		He crosses to TABLE where he stubs his toe on the CRATE that
		serves as his chair.
		
		Really DEAD FLOWERS sit in a GLASS on the table.
		
		He pulls some SALTINE CRACKERS from a rumpled PLASTIC SLEEVE
		and eats. He chokes on his food and takes a drink from the
		flower glass. He eats some more and bites his tongue. Sick
		of eating he get gets up and moves to:
		
		His LITTLE TV, and turns it on. He angrily fiddles with the
		RABBIT EARS. Unable to get a picture he bangs on the TV.
		
		Meanwhile his PHONE rings. And Rings.
		
		The ANSWERING MACHINE picks up.
		
		MACHINE
		Bob's House. I'm busy. Leave a
		message.
		
		Frustrated with the reception, the man pulls his ATARI out
		and tries to power it up.
		
		BOSS
		Hi, Bob. It's Jeffrey, from the
		office. Uh, kind of missed you at
		work on Friday. Uh, I guess we can
		talk about it Monday.
		
		Bob bangs on the failed Atari.
		
		Phone Rings. And Rings.
		
		The answering machine picks up.
		
		MACHINE
		Bob's House. I'm busy. Leave a
		message.
		
		JUDY
		Hi Bob, It's Judy. I just called to
		dump you. Sorry so early. You don't
		need to call me back.
		
		Bob sits for a beat then rises, discards the ragged housecoat
		and tosses himself back onto bed. His head WHACKS against
		the HEAD BOARD. He tries to rub it before blacking out.
		
		Phone Rings. And Rings.
		
		The answering machine picks up.
		
		MACHINE
		Bob's House. I'm busy. Leave a
		message.
		
		DUDE
		Hey Dude, It's Gus! We just got the
		6-49 buddy! Your share's one million
		dollars! Happy Days are coming buddy!
		
		FADE
		
		STRIKE AND RESET DURING SONG
		
		TWO WEEKS LATER
		
		FADE IN:
		
		Quiet in sparse room. A man sleeps under a DUVET COVER.
		
		A MUSICIAN stands beside his bed looking at his WATCH. He
		suddenly begins to shriek out music on a HARMONICA.
		
		The man wakes up panicked, rolls on the bed and slams his
		fist into the harmonica player. He rests a moment on the
		bed then -
		
		Grumbling, he gets out of bed and pulls on a LUXURIANT SMOKING
		JACKET.
		
		He crosses to table where he stubs his toe on his BEAUTIFUL
		CHAIR.
		
		Really dead flowers sit in a LOVELY VASE on the LOVELY
		TABLECLOTHED table.
		
		He pulls some FANCY POP-TARTS from a CRISP PACKAGE and eats.
		He chokes on his food and takes a drink from the lovely vase.
		He eats some more and bites his tongue. Sick of eating he
		gets up and moves to:
		
		His HUGE TV, and turns it on. He angrily fiddles with the
		CABLE CORD. Unable to get a picture he bangs on the TV.
		
		Meanwhile his phone rings and his SECRETARY immediately picks
		it up.
		
		SECRETARY
		Bob's House. He's busy. Can I take
		a message?
		
		Frustrated with the reception, the man pulls his TOP OF THE
		LINE GAME MACHINE out and tries to power it up.
		
		Secretary nods and listens to the phone.
		
		SECRETARY
		Um, Bob. It's Jeffrey, from the
		office. He kind of missed you at
		work on Friday.
		
		Bob growls.
		
		SECRETARY
		(to phone)
		Uh, I guess you'll have to talk about
		it on Monday.
		
		The secretary hangs up. Bob bangs on the failed game system.
		
		Phone Rings and the Secretary picks it up.
		
		SECRETARYJUDY
		Bob's House. He's busy. Can I take
		a message?
		
		She nods while Bob fiddles with the machine. She hangs up.
		
		MARTHA
		Um Bob, It's Martha. She just called
		to dump you. Sorry.
		(beat)
		You don't need to call her back.
		
		Bob sits for a beat then rises, discards his smoking jacket
		and tosses himself back onto bed. His head WHACKS against
		the BRASS BARS. He tries to rub it before blacking out.
		
		FADE OUT:
		
		
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