INT. APARTMENT – DAY
The phone rings. KELLY, a 20-something woman with short red hair, picks up the phone.
KELLY: Yeah. Who’s this?
MATTHEW: This is Matthew. We were in marching band together, at West Chester.
KELLY: Are you the drummer who used to wear the Cleveland Browns hat all the time?
MATTHEW: No, that’s Paul. Look, I’m the guy who … well … ummmm … I dunno. I played clarinet. My name is Matthew. Does that ring a bell?
KELLY: No, not really. Look, I have homework to do …
MATTHEW: I’m sorry. Look, this won’t take long.
KELLY: What won’t take long?
MATTHEW: Tell me that you love me.
KELLY: Aren’t you getting a little old for prank calls?
MATTHEW: Listen, this is important. Please. Tell me you love me.
Kelly hears the sound of yelling in a foreign language over the phone.
KELLY: What’s that?
MATTHEW: I have to hurry. It’s getting late here.
KELLY: What do you mean, it’s getting late here? Where are you?
MATTHEW: Czechoslovakia. Well, it’s technically the Czech Republic now, but–
KELLY: What are you doing in Czechoslovakia?
MATTHEW: It’s actually the Czech Republic–
KELLI: Whatever! Have you gone nuts?
MATTHEW: No, I see things very clearly now. But I’m running out of time. Please. Tell me you love me.
KELLY: Look, I’m not even 100% sure that I know who you are … I thought you were the guy who told everybody he was going to coach the Cleveland Browns someday. And now, you want me to tell you I love you?
MATTHEW: Exactly. That’s the last part.
KELLY: The last part of what??
MATTHEW: The plan. The last part of the plan. Can you please say it now? It’s only three words. Very simple.
KELLI: You have seven seconds to tell me what’s going on or I’m hanging up.
MATTHEW: If I tell you, will you tell me you love me? Just once?
KELLI: Are we on the radio?
MATTHEW: No! Time is running out! Kelli, please!
KELLY: Matthew. You tell me what’s going on … and I’ll tell you I love you.
MATTHEW: Today is the last day.
MATTHEW: I flew to Prague yesterday. I woke up this morning and I went to a 500 year-old church … I talked to God…
KELLY: You went to Prague to talk to God?
MATTHEW: We argued, actually.
KELLY: You argued with God?
MATTHEW: It was mostly just me yelling.
KELLY: Oh my God. In a church?
MATTHEW: Yes. But I had a lot on my mind.
KELLY: You are insane.
MATTHEW: Then, a few hours ago, I watched the sun set over Prague Castle. Then I walked across the Charles Bridge in the moonlight. It was amazing, and beautiful. And now, I only one thing left before they get here. You.
MATTHEW: Yes. I’ve never had a beautiful woman tell me that she loves me. Never. I tried to get a woman here to say it, but things got complicated … you know, the language barrier, exchange rates and so forth. Although I did successfully buy a puppet and two key rings.
KELLY: What the hell? This is crazy!
MATTHEW: Actually, the plan was pretty well thought out.
KELLY: So, when you’re done … what then? You turn into a pumpkin or something? You come home?
MATTHEW: I’m done.
KELLY: I just said that.
MATTHEW: I mean done, done.
KELLY: Done with what?
MATTHEW: The game ends here.
KELLY: Maybe you need to talk to somebody.
MATTHEW: I am talking to somebody. You.
KELLY: I mean a counselor or something. Someone professionally qualified to deal with … whatever this is.
MATTHEW: Are you going to tell me that you love me or not?
KELLY: Matthew …
MATTHEW: I’m almost out of time. It’s two minutes to midnight.
KELLY: You’re scaring me.
MATTHEW: Goodbye Kelly.
KELLY: Please, stop!
Kelli hears the sound of a car’s screeching brakes. Then yelling in a foreign language.
KELLY: Matthew! What the fuck is going on?!!
MATTHEW: I love you, Kelly!
KELLY: I love you too, Matthew!
MATTHEW: Thank you!
Kelly hears twenty GUNSHOTS over the phone, followed by distant screams.
The line goes dead.