INT. AUSTIN'S BEDROOM - DAY
AUSTIN FAGER, late 20s, lies passed out on top of his covers, wearing only tighty-whities.
OLGA, a 22-year-old six-foot tall Bavarian model sneaks quietly out of bed.
Camera pans out and we see AUSTIN's impeccably clean room. The two biggest displays in his room are a stainless steel shoe rack exhibiting over 20 pairs of Nikes and a bookcase filled with a perfectly alphabetically organized DVD and CD collection.
OLGA, in only a thong, walks over to the couch and looks down at two neatly folded piles of clothing. She smirks--both charmed and annoyed at the same time. She quietly picks up each item from the woman's pile, quickly dressing herself.
A BUZZING. OLGA looks around the room to see where the sound is coming from. BUZZING continues and intensifies.
OLGA walks over to the bedside table. She picks up an IPHONE, directly lined up with a bottle of whiskey, which sits on leather coaster. An unknown number has called three times. She rolls her eyes, turns the phone on silent and walks out of the room.
INT. HOSPITAL HALLWAY - DAY
MOLLY FAGER, 50s, stands using the phone at the reception desk of the hospital. Her black mascara is smeared underneath her puffy eyes. The buttons on her grey cashmere sweater are misaligned, and there are coffee stains above one of her breasts. As she holds the phone her hand continues to SHAKE, causing the cord to continuously knock the piles of insurance forms on the desk.
BETH, the bouncy receptionist, repeatedly realigns the forms. A bit frazzled by MOLLY, she takes a BREATH, never ceasing to smile. BETH pauses from realigning to redo one of the braids in her hair.
MOLLY hangs up the phone and viciously dials again. Hangs up, dials again.
Where the fuck is he?!
Beth looks up startled.
Me? Are you asking me?
What? Oh, no, sorry. I'm losing it.
I have to pee.
She intrusively grabs a Post-It from BETH's side of the desk and scribbles something on it.
Just keep calling this, OK? Just going to have to keep on calling until he fucking answers!... I'll be two minut--less than two minutes!
MOLLY runs down the hallway. BETH nervously pulls the receiver back over to her side of the counter.
INT. AUSTIN'S BEDROOM
AUSTIN yawns and begins to rub his eyes. He sits up and sees only one pile of clothing on the couch. He smiles, feeling lucky to be alone.
He looks toward the nightstand and sees his phone silently light up. An unknown number is calling.
Intercut between AUSTIN'S BEDROOM and HOSPITAL RECEPTION
(startled and excited)
Oh, hi! You answered!
Who is this?
Oh... this is Beth- I mean... Hi! This is Connecticut Presbyterian Hospital.
What? What's going on?
Oh... It's your mom-
My mom! What's wro-
Well... oh, gee... it's actually your sister, but your mom has been call-
My sister! What the fuck are you saying?
She's in a coma!
Oh god, I'm sorry. I blurt things... I'm so sorry, but your sister is in a coma.