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SAM ROGERS, a 57 year old executive, is sitting behind his desk looking out the window. WILL EMERSON gently knocks on the door, enters then sits on the couch.
WILL EMERSON
Well, that was fucking hideous.
SAM ROGERS
It’s gonna get worse before it gets
better.
WILL EMERSON
Really?
SAM ROGERS
Much.
WILL EMERSON
Got any nicorettes? I’m out of
nicorettes, which means I’m gonna kill
someone in about 10 minutes... You
alright?
SAM ROGERS
My dog is dying.
WILL EMERSON
I’m sorry?
SAM ROGERS
Just spoke to the vet, it’s some fucking
tumor on her liver. I’m paying almost a
thousand bucks a day to keep her alive.
WILL EMERSON
Really?
SAM ROGERS
Yeah... and I don’t have a clue what to
do about it.
They both sit in silence and look out the window.
WILL EMERSON
Well they’re all gone.
SAM ROGERS
How many do we have left?
WILL EMERSON
Thirty-three.
SAM ROGERS
Make sure everyone is out there, I need
to say something.
WILL EMERSON
They are ready for you.
WILL leaves SAM in his office. SAM looks as if he may not move, then snaps out of it.