Hypnotherapist; Dr. Swanson, CCS; Anxiety, Depression, Marriage, Weight Loss, Smoking, Insurance Cut to inside. Anne is with Peter. Opposite them are Dr. Swanson and two other patients. PETER So I'm sitting in my cubicle today and I realized that ever since I started working, every single day of my life has been worse than the day before it. So it means that every single day you see me, that's on the worse day of my life. DR. SWANSON What about today? Is today the worse day of your life? PETER Yeah. DR. SWANSON Oh, that's bad stuff. PETER I'm sorry. DR. SWANSON Ok. PETER But is there any way that you, you could just sock me out so there's no way that I'll know I'm at work? Right here? (points to his head) Can I just come home and think I've been fishing all day or something? DR. SWANSON That's really not what I do, Peter. However, the good news is, I think I can help you. I want you to do something for me, Peter. (dims the lights) I want you to try and relax. I want you to relax every muscle in your body, from your toes to your fingertips. Now I want you to relax your legs. You're going to begin to feel your eyelids getting heavy as you slip deeper and deeper into a state of complete relaxation. the air of concerns to you is disappearing. Deeper, way down, your concerns about your job melts away. Way, way down. Now when I count backwards from three, you'll be in a state of complete relaxation. your worries, cares and ambitions will be gone. And you will remain in that state until I snap my fingers. Three. Deeper and deeper. Way down, way down. Two. Way down. One. He faints out of the chair and everyone rushes to his aid. ANNE Oh my God, Dr. Swanson! Ooh! Ooh! Is he dead? Oh! She runs to get help. Peter just sits there and smiles. The hypnosis thing apparently worked... [Scene Peter's bedroom. Saturday morning, 8:00. His alarm clock beeps and he sits up. He looks at the clock and decides to go back to sleep.] Cut to later. Peter's still asleep. The phone rings and the answering machine picks up. BILL Yah, hi. It's Bill Lundbergh. It's about ten o' clock, uh, wondering where you are. Cut to later. Peter's still asleep. The phone rings again. BILL ON MACHINE) YEAH, HI, IT'S BILL LUMBERGH AGAIN. I JUST WANTED TO MAKE SURE YOU KNEW THAT WE, UH, DID START AT THE, UH, USUAL TIME THIS MORNING. (PETER ROLLS OVER...) YEAH, IT ISN'T A HALF DAY OR ANYTHING LIKE THAT. SO IF YOU COULD GET HERE AS SOON AS POSSIBLE, THAT WOULD BE TERRIFIC. Cut to later. Peter finally gets up. The answering machine has seventeen messages. He listens to them. BILL Yeah, hi, it's Bill Lum - Next message BILL Yeah, it's - Next message BILL Yeah, hi, it's Bill Lumbergh - Next message BILL Yeah, it's me again. Uh, I was away from my desk for a minute. Just checking in case you called while I was gone. The phone rings. Peter answers it. PETER Hello? ANNE Peter, what's going on?! PETER Huh? ANNE It's 3:30. Why aren't you at work?! PETER Because I didn't feel like it. ANNE Peter, what is wrong with you?! First, you sit there while Dr. Swanson dies and you just walk out of the car and embarrass me in front of my friends. Don't blame this on hypnosis either. That's total bull! Peter hangs up but Anne calls back. ANNE ANSWERING MACHINE) LISTEN, ASSHOLE. NO ONE HANGS UP ON ME. WE'RE THROUGH!!! AND –HA- ONE MORE THING. I'VE BEEN CHEATING ON YOU!!!! (BEEP Peter gets back into bed.