A woman comes into the room. This is Fred's wife, RENEE, 30 years old, dark hair, dressed smartly, a drink in her hand.
Renee Madison: You don't mind that I'm not coming to the club tonight.
Fred: What are you going to do?
Renee: I thought I'd stay home and read.
Fred looks her over, she's sexy without trying.
Fred: Read?...Read...Read what?
Fred: It's nice to know I can still make you laugh.
Renee: I like to laugh, Fred.
Fred: That's why I married you.
Luna Lounge: Fred is on the bandstand. He takes a solo on his saxophone. Fred plays hot, hard, neo-bop. The BAND wails madly behind him.
The PATRONS explode onto the dance floor, making it a wild scene. Fred Is a lion now, roaring away on his tenor, driving everyone nuts.
Fred dials a pay phone.
We move through the empty living room - empty bedroom, etc. The ringing telephone goes unanswered.
CLOSE UP 0N FPED'S FACE as he listens to the ringing. Sweat is still rolling off his face. His eyes are blank.
back home: Fred goes to the bedroom, and sees Renee sleeping soundly.