Pages fifty-five, fifty-six and fifty-seven.

I can’t get used to writing at home. I can’t find a routine. I used to like doing everything at night because it was quieter with fewer distractions, but I don’t think my mind is as sharp then and I think my writing is suffering because of it.

I recently met up with one of my friends that is following the script and he gave me some more great feedback. He says that Sam is getting lost and the characters are too stereotyped. I agree with him. It’s something I’ve thought about as I was writing and it’s something I’m going to tackle in the rewrites. One thing I’m concerned about with this type of film is that the characters can quickly become caricatures. There’s a fine line I have to walk. Right now, I’m just drawing the outline. Later, I’ll start filling in the details.

(pages 55, 56 & 57)
INT. PERRY’S APARTMENT – NIGHT

Perry is sitting in a chair listening to Greek music. He pulls out a
tray of weed from under his chair. He rolls a joint and starts smoking it.

Perry takes a look at his watch. He pulls out his cell phone and makes a call.

Sophia answers the phone.

SOPHIA (O.S.)
Hello?

PERRY
Sophia, baby, where are you?

SOPHIA (O.S.)
I’m sorry, Perry, I forgot to call you. I can’t make it tonight. I may not be able to see you in a while.

PERRY
Why not?

CUT TO:

INT. HOSPITAL – NIGHT

Perry enters a wing of the hospital. He enters a room.

Sophia is in a bed. Her face is barely recognizable. It’s swollen, black and blue with both eyes blackened. She sees Perry and covers her face.

SOPHIA
Perry, I told you I didn’t want you to see me like this.

Perry walks to her bedside. He grabs her hands and pulls them away. She looks aways.

PERRY
Hey, hey, hey…

Perry tilts her head back towards him.

PERRY
You’ll always be beautiful to me. You never have to worry about what you look like on the outside to me.

Sophia starts crying.

Perry leans over and kisses her cheek.

PERRY
Who did this to you?

SOPHIA
I don’t know. I mean, I have a first name, but the number was blocked. And I’m sure it wasn’t his real name.

PERRY
Where did you meet?

SOPHIA
At my place.

PERRY
Where’s your phone?

SOPHIA
It’s right behind you.

Perry turns around and finds it. He picks it up and scrolls through the calls.

PERRY
Is this the call, at eight-thirty?

SOPHIA
Yeah.

Perry makes a phone call.

NICK answers.

PERRY
Hey, Nick, it’s Perry.

NICK
Hey, Perry.

PERRY
I need a favor. The number I’m calling you with had a blocked number call them at eight-thirty this afternoon. Can you find out what number that was?

NICK
I’ll try. Hold on a sec.

PERRY
(to Sophia)
This is what I do. I find people who don’t want to be found.

SOPHIA
Like a bounty hunter?

PERRY
Kinda. But I don’t report them to the cops.

NICK
Hey, Perry.

PERRY
Yeah, Nick?

NICK
Got a pen?

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