INT. DENTIST OFFICE - DAY
EDDIE, in a collared shirt, lays with his eyes closed in a dental chair. Seated on a stool is DR. DAVIS, who places a mask that covers Eddie’s nose and mouth.
DR. DAVIS
You’ll still be a bit numb when you wake, Eddie.
(to someone O.S.)
Ella, Ms. Reeves called again. Could you please explain to her why her invoice must include taxes?
Eddie’s eyes open suddenly.
INT. KITCHEN - MORNING - FLASHBACK
Eddie, in the same shirt, sits at the kitchen table reading the newspaper. LYNDSEY, in a business suit, grabs her purse and gives Eddie a kiss on his cheek on her way to the door.
LYNDSEY
Remember, post office closes at 5. Luck with the wisdom tooth.
Eddie doesn’t respond. Lyndsey stops at the door and turns.
LYNDSEY (CONT’D)
Eddie...counting on you.
Still without looking, he gives her the thumbs up.
INT. DENTIST OFFICE - DAY - BACK TO PRESENT
Eddie turns his head. A wall calendar shows TUES, 4/15. The clock reads 4:45. He tries to get up, but his eyes droop and he falls back into his chair. He lifts his arm and points.
EDDIE
Doctor...can’t...envelope.
His words are undecipherable. His eyes close; head slumps.
ELLA
Did he say something about canteloupe?
Dr. Davis moves to replace Eddie’s arm to his side. Beyond his extended arm sits a leather briefcase; sticking out is an envelope with the IRS’ address and a stamp in the top right hand corner.