INT. BEDROOM – LATE NIGHT
A family of three in bed. Caption reads “2:58 A.M.” David is pushed up against the wall. His headlamp hangs from the bedpost as a kind of nightlight. Laura is at opposite end of the bed, so far to the edge that her pregnant belly is actually hanging off. Layla (3) is hugging her in a way that’s preventing her from getting comfortable. Both Layla and Laura are feverish and sweating. In addition to being sick and nine months pregnant, Laura is supposed to collect urine over 24 hrs for a lab test.
Movéte. I need space!
Layla murmurs something.
Laura runs to the bathroom. Layla immediately wakes up and begins crying. David tries to hold her but she keeps squirming and sits up. From the bathroom there are sounds of retching, grunting, a glass jar falling over, and almost demonic-sounding noises afterward.
It’s OK baby. It’s OK.
INT. LIVING ROOM – LATER
David comes in looking confused. He’s wearing underwear and a headlamp, holding a book in one hand and a sleeping bag in the other. He unfolds the futon then gets in his sleeping bag. He starts reading (Ensayo Sobre La Ceguera by José Saramago) with his headlamp. Caption reads “4:15 AM.”
INT. LIVING ROOM – MORNING
David is still in his sleeping bag on the futon. He’s checking emails on a laptop computer. Caption reads “9:45 AM.”
The screen opens in Gmail. There are dozens of new emails. The cursor highlights several then clicks DELETE. Then it clicks on an email with a link that leads to a blog. Once in the blog, the cursor clicks on a video that starts describing an ebook. There is an image of young David lighting a fire on a beach.
His writing sticks to your ribs.
INT. KITCHEN – MORNING – LATER
David is walking around in his underwear holding a coffee mug and looking confused. Caption reads “10:18 AM”
Can you make us breakfast amor?
David pulls a bag of flour and other ingredients out of cabinets. He starts mixing pancake batter. The sink is full of dishes. He scrapes the rice out of the skillet, rinses it off, then makes the first pancake. It comes out ridiculously bright, almost neon yellow.
INT. HOUSE – NIGHT BEFORE
David checks on the girls, who are both asleep in bed. He goes into the kitchen, washes his hands, cuts a piece of watermelon, then, while chewing, takes a shot of rum. He dumps a pot of rice into the skillet, then adds an overlarge amount of saffron.
INT. MEDICAL LAB – MORNING
David walks in, pulling a two liter bottle full of urine out of a shopping bag. A Latina in her early 20s is sitting at a desk. Caption reads “12:15 PM.”
Hola. What do we have here, urine?
And this is for?
Um. My wife just called. Our doctor is Kunish?
Ok. I can’t find this in the computer. Can you spell her last name?
The attendant takes the urine up to the lab. David looks around the office, noticing several diplomas and official looking documents and certificates on the wall. He sees a stack of flyers about some kind of medical test, picks one up, then starts writing very quickly on the back of it. Time is given for the viewer to read the note:
Negative emotional state created by the sense that receiving an award or diploma and/or having to attend a kind of ceremony such as graduation, means less to you than it does to your friends or parents, and that you wouldn’t feel so bad about this were it not for having to pretend that it meant something.
INT. KITCHEN – MIDDAY
Caption reads “12:24 PM.”
Did you drop it off?
Yes, but they didn’t have any orden for it.
Yeah they did, I just called there. Hold on.
Hola, mi marido just came back and said
there was no . . .Que?. . but he just came . . .
(looking at David)
Wait, which lab did you go to?
We’ve gotta go! That lab closes at 12:30.
We’ve got to rescue the urine!
INT. CAR – MIDDAY
Laura is riding up front and holding Layla. David is driving very fast. Caption reads “12:28 PM.”
Can you put on some musica?
He cuts on the radio. Some cumbia villera is playing. They pull up to a different lab. Laura walks in with urine bottle.
How you feeling baby? I think we might’ve made it.