MARK
December 24th, nine PM
Eastern standard time
From here on in
I shoot without a script
See if anything comes of it
Instead 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!