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A MYSTERY MAN, tall, well-dressed and groomed, older than
Fred, approaches him.

MYSTERY MAN
We've met before, haven't we?

FRED
I don't think so. Where was it that you
think we've met?

MYSTERY MAN
At your house. Don't you remember?

FRED
(surprised)
No, no I don't. Are you sure?

MYSTERY MAN
Of course. In fact, I'm there right now.

FRED
(incredulous)
What do you mean? You're where right
now?

MYSTERY MAN
At your house.

FRED
That's absurd.

The Mystery Man reaches into his coat pocket, takes out a
cellular phone and holds it out to Fred.

MYSTERY MAN
Call me.

Fred snickers, like this is a bad joke. The Mystery Man puts
the phone into Fred's hand.

MYSTERY MAN
(CON-T)
Dial your number.

Fred hesitates, puzzled.

MYSTERY MAN
(CON-T)
Go ahead.

Fred shrugs, laughs, dials his number. We HEAR a pick up as
we stay on FRED'S FACE.

PHONE VOICE OF
MYSTERY MAN
I told you I was here.

Fred, still holding the phone, stares at the man standing in
front of him.

FRED
How did you do that?

The Mystery Man points to the phone.

MYSTERY MAN
Ask me.

Fred, mirthful at first, as if it is a party trick of some
kind, suddenly turns serious - it's obvious he's thinking now
of the videotapes. He speaks into the phone.

FRED
(angrily)
How did you get into my house?

PHONE VOICE OF
MYSTERY MAN
You invited me. It's not my habit to go
where I'm not wanted.

Fred looks at the man in front of him, but speaks again into
the phone.

FRED
Who are you?

The man laughs - identical laughs - both over the phone and in person.

PHONE VOICE OF
MYSTERY MAN
Give me my phone back.

The man in front of Fred reaches out his hand for the phone.
Fred hears the line go dead, and he slowly passes the phone
back to the Mystery Man who takes it, folds it, and puts it in his pocket.

MYSTERY MAN
It's been a pleasure talking to you.

The man walks away from Fred.

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