EXT. HOSPITAL GROUNDS - DAY

A golf ball is struck with an almighty force. We pull back and see PHIL with the BEAR. The BEAR practices at his temporary driving range. JOHN is practicing putting whilst dressed in a quilted satin dressing gown.

PHIL I'm a dangerous man.

THE BEAR We're all dangerous. In fact, we're probably the ten most dangerous people in the country. Think about it. We haven't got some ghastly disease that eats away at you. We're the lucky ones! Fit as a fiddle and drop dead in nine months variety.

PHIL And that's supposed to cheer me up?

THE BEAR No! It's just supposed to make you realise what you've got. Nine months of life to do as your conscience will allow. There's nothing more dangerous than someone with nothing to lose.

PHIL Well I've lost everything.

THE BEAR And do you not feel free?

PHIL I feel anything but bloody free. I've got a mortgage, credit cards, I'm finished man! I don't know, maybe it's time to call it day, you know go away quietly and finish it.

JOHN glances up from his putting.

PHIL (CONT'D) It's not as if I've got family to speak of and my work have made it perfectly clear what they think of me. Who'd miss me?

The BEAR stops his practice. JOHN continues to putt.

THE BEAR I would!

JOHN Here, here.

PHIL You're not laying that guilt trip on my shoulders.

THE BEAR I'm not laying any guilt trip on you. I'm just telling you how I'd feel.

The BEAR smiles.

THE BEAR (CONT'D) You'd ruin the last months of a dying man.

PHIL That's not fair.

The BEAR takes a driver from the bag, hands it to PHIL and puts a ball at his feet. He then prepares his own shot.

THE BEAR Life's not fair.

The BEAR whacks his ball.

THE BEAR (CONT'D) But it's better than nothing.

The BEAR looks at the depressing hospital buildings.

THE BEAR (CONT'D) I've been thinking Phil. Why don't we improve the conditions a wee bit around here?

PHIL looks at him suspiciously.