Black. A consistent tick...tick...tick. An institutional style clock is illuminated. The second hand ticks once more caustin ghte minute hand to adjust. The clock reads 7:30.
INT. WOMANS CAR -- NIGHT
A phone rings. A YOUNG WOMAN's hand reaches for the phone. The dash board clock glows: 7:30 pm.
I know. I'm late. I will be there in 5 minutes...I swear, 5 minutes.
The phone clicks shut.
INT. OFFICE -- NIGHT
An answering machine beeps. An awkward teenage BOY presses play.
Hey buddy. Mom and I won't be making it home in time for dinner again. I left a twenty on my desk for a pizza.
The boy reaches into the desk drawer and pulls out a gun. Sits on the pretentious office chair. A Grandfather clock reads: 7:30. BANG. THUD. The Boys' head crashes onto the answering machine. It plays.
MAN'S VOICE (CONT'D)
Hey buddy. Mom...
INT. LIVING ROOM -- NIGHT
A tiny room. Kept up as well as finances will allow. An ELDERLY WOMAN and an ELDERLY MAN sit in their matching recliners. A tiny piece of paper is crumpled in the Elderly Woman's hand. A television glows. A NEWS ANCHOR reports.
It is now time, the drawing for 150 million dollars. Our first number is 5.
The little lottery balls pop-up, one by one. The Elderly Woman examines her ticket.
NEWS ANCHOR (CONT'D)
20. 34. 38. 45. 46.
The Elderly Woman's jaw drops.
Wasn't that fun? You wasted another dollar.
The Elderly Woman has a burst of life. Hops out of her recliner, jumps for joy.
We won! We won! We won 150 million dollars!
The Elderly Man grabs his chest.
ELDERLY WOMAN (CONT'D)
Pa. You okay? Noooooooooooo....
The ticket floats to thte ground. A clock reads: 7:31 pm.
INT. DOCTOR'S OFFICE -- NIGHT
A Don Juan, twenty-something, GUY. Handsome, well dressed. His foot shakes, nervous. A DOCTOR enters, chart in hand.
I am sorry I have to tell you this.
Your test came back. You are HIV postive. I'm sorry.
The Guy's head falls into his hands. His watch reads: 7:32.
EXT. DESERTED ALLEY -- NIGHT
A young college STUDENT; female, pretty, carrying books. A walk she takes every night. Glances at her watch, 7:32. A lurking shadow, a MAN. Grabs her, knocks her to the ground.
No!!! Help me!
He smacks her. She quiets. He rips open her shirt. The buttons POP, one by one. He UNZIPS her pants. She cries, helpless, unheard tears.
INT. DELIVERY ROOM -- NIGHT
The laboring legs of a new mother. An emerging head, a new life, taking its' first breath. A DOCTOR hands the NEWBORN to its' Mother. The Mother caresses her new baby. The wall clock reads: 7:33 pm.
EXT. CITY STREET -- NIGHT
A STREET GANG. Initiation for a new RECRUIT. A young African-American boy. The Gang is pumping the kid up. The hand him a revolver.
Go! Come on Go!
The Recruit turns the corner. Swallows deeply enters into a Convenience Store.
INT. CONVENIENCE STORE
Put your hands up. Empty drawer. Now. I said hands up.
He lets off one round at the ceiling. The CASHIER reaches down. Pulls out a shot gun. Gun fire. Both fall to the floor. The clock reads: 7:34 pm.
INT. BAR -- NIGHT
A busy local bar. A forty-something MAN stumbles off his bar stool.
See you all later.
Hey, you sure you can drive?
INT. PARKING LOT
The Man opens the door to his BLUE SUV.
INT. MANS' CAR
Climbs in, turns on the car. The radio blares. The dashboard clock reads: 7:34 pm.
INT. WOMANS' CAR -- NIGHT
The dashboard clock reads 7:34 pm. The Woman sings the song on the radio. CRASH.
EXT. WOMAN'S CAR
A fatal car crash. Struck by a BLUE SUV.
Black. Tick...tick...tick. An institutional style clock is illuminated. The second hand ticks once more causing the minute hand to adjust. The clock reads: 7:35.