s1,19
The elevator lurches, and M lifts his gaze
to the overhead LEDs.
They seem a little brighter now, having found
themselves an
audience.
s1,21
His eyes droop closed, head drifting left toward the
cool, scoured
aluminium walls of the elevator. M drifts into
bliss...
s2,1
...the Big Black. A beat. Two.
Then BRRRING!!!!
s3,1
An agitated finger taps at a flip phone.
s3,5c
The MURMUR is back, and M brings the phone to his ear.
The
voice on the phone is at once HEARTY and soul-crushing.
CELLULAR VOICE
This is Simms.
You left before I had a chance to finish. HA!
I
just...I wanted you to know just how pleasurable terminating
your
employment was for me.