INT. HOSPITAL ROOM – DAY
[A WOMAN, MOTHER, LAYS BACK IN BED, BOTH HER ARMS AND ONE LEG SUSPENDED AND IN CASTS. A VASE OF FLOWERS SIT ON A BEDSIDE TABLE AS WELL AS AN ASSORTMENT OF COLOURFUL BALLOONS AND CARDS. THERE IS JUST ENOUGH SPACE FOR HER ORANGE JUICE IN A LITTLE PLASTIC MUG. THE SLOW BEEP OF HOSPITAL MACHINES AND THE DISTANT CHIT-CHAT OF NURSES TALKING TO PATIENTS CAN BE HEARD IN THE BACKGROUND. A KNOCK AT THE DOOR AND IT OPENS TO REVEAL A YOUNG, BRIGHT-FACED, WELL-DRESSED MAN, JIM, HOLDING A CARP IN AN OPEN BUNDLE OF NEWSPAPER. THE THING IS SO HUGE HE NEEDS TWO HANDS. IT’S STILL DRIPPING. IT LOOKS REMARKABLY FRESH. PERHAPS HE HAS JUST CAUGHT IT? HE KICKS THE DOOR CLOSED WITH HIS FOOT.]
MOTHER: Jimmy! There’s my boy!
JIM: [STILL WITH THE FISH AWKWARDLY IN HIS HANDS, HE APPROACHES THE BED] I’m so glad you’re okay! When I heard of the accident, well, I came here as soon as I could. I told you mother, that bloody motor scooter would do you in!
MOTHER: Oh Jim, it’ll take more than a four-wheel drive to do me in! The doctors say the surgery went perfectly. I’ll have the pins out in less than two years. Honestly, I’m fine.
JIM: Oh mum, I’m so relieved.I couldn’t bare to think … [HE SEEMS TO ONLY JUST REMEMBER THAT HE IS HOLDING SOMETHING] Oh here, I got you this.
[AS THE BEDSIDE TABLE IS FULL, HE PLACES THE CARP BESIDE HIS MOTHER ON THE BED.]
MOTHER: [LOOKING DOWN AT THE CARP, SHE FROWNS] Oh, you didn’t need to, but Jim… what is it?
JIM: It’s a carp. you know? The fish?
MOTHER: Yes … but why are you giving it to me? Here? Now?
JIM: Well, it’s a get well soon … [A LOOK OF SUDDEN REALISATION. HE TAKES ANOTHER LOOK AT THE BEDSIDE TABLE. CLOSE UP ON THE CARDS] car … p.