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Vin pushes free, walks to the door.

VINCENT (CONT’D)

Happy New Year.

8 He’s out. 8

EXT. VIN’S HOUSE - LATER

The Dodge Duster whips into the driveway. Hits the

picket fence on the neighbor’s border. Crash. It

topples. Hits his own mailbox on the other side. Crash.

It flies onto the lawn.

Vin shuts the car off. Sits for a minute. Then steps

out and swerves to the toppled mailbox. Gets on all

fours, opens the door, gets the mail...pounds of it.

INT. ENTRANCE HALLWAY - LATER

Vin stares at a mountain of unopened mail, overflowing a

basket. He empties the basket onto the floor, then

tosses the new mail into the empty basket. All sorted.

9.

INT. VIN’S LIVING ROOM - LATER

Vin puts his feet up on a weathered coffee table,

watching TV from his paisley pattered couch. The decor

is feminine inspired, twenty years ago. Coverage of the

Times Square New Year’s Eve Celebration plays.

Vin’s cat, FELIX THE CAT, jumps onto his lap. Starts to

pur.

VINCENT:

There you are. Where’d you go

tonight, ha? Screwing that little

Tabby on the corner...

He rubs the cat all over. His only love.

VINCENT (CONT’D)

I bet you’re hungry, aren’t you?

He takes Felix in his arms, shuffles to the kitchen.

THE KITCHEN - MOMENTS LATER

The kitchen is trashed: dishes to China, mold, stacks of

newspapers a decade old. Vin opens a can of gourmet cat

food. Dumps it in a bowl. Felix waits patiently on the

counter...the food arrives. He eats like there’s no

tomorrow.

Vin needs another drink. He holds his tumbler to the ice

maker in the fridge door. It grinds. No ice. He opens

the freezer door and grabs a glob of ice cubes stuck

together, puts them on the counter.

Grabs a hammer from the junk drawer.

BANG. BANG. He smashes the ice into pieces, chips fly.

BANG! He hits his finger.

VINCENT:

UGHHHH. Sh*t. AHHHH.

Vin stumbles with the pain. His foot gets ever so close

to an ice chip on the tile floor...

Slip. Flip. Smack.

Vin flies up in the air, lands on the floor. Crack! His

head hits the tile hard. He’s out. Or dead.

Felix looks at his owner. Goes back to eating. He’s

seen it all before.

10.

INT. LIVING ROOM - MOMENTS LATER

TV insert. The ball is dropping in Times Square. 5, 4,

3, 2, 1. Happy New Year. PEOPLE hug, kiss, celebrate.

FADE TO BLACK.

EXT. VIN’S HOUSE - THE NEXT MORNING

MEN screaming in Spanish. We pan away from Vin’s house,

over towards the source of the racket.

In the neighbor’s driveway, a moving truck is backing

into the drive and ripping tree limbs along the way.

Vin’s tree limbs. A LATIN MOVER is screaming

instructions to the LATIN DRIVER.

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