Final Draft, 15 April 1999

SAMANTHA
On the phone
Tammy, hi…Yeah I’m on the job…No it’s not really okay…no no don’t worry Hon, I’m safe. Is Mister Davis in…No? I didn’t think so. You know we really should know who we’re hired for. … Yeah, that’s the problem…. One of my professors, his brother hired me for his bachelor party. … No, it’s dispersed already. Doctor Newell dragged me away from the main party to his room, to much cheering…I don’t know. I should be able to take care of myself if he tries anything funny. I think his brother and friends thought we were one of those “escort” joints, a little more service for the dollar. … Listen, I’ll call back in 15 minutes if it’s all okay. If you don’t hear from me can you page Mr. Davis “9-1-1”…I’m sure. Thanks Hon. Gotta go, take care.