Concussion Page #12
COLLEEN BAILES:
What are you reading?
BAILES:
It’s about Mike.
COLLEEN BAILES:
I miss Mike.
(brain scans)
Oh god I can’t look at that.
(Bailes rubbing his face;
(MORE)
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COLLEEN BAILES (CONT'D)
looking into the middle
distance, doing the math)
Julian, what is it?
BAILES:
COLLEEN BAILES:
What are you talking about?
BAILES:
If this is really true, it’s the
end of football.
(and cut to--)
INT. AUTOPSY CHAMBER - ALLEGHENY COUNTY CORONER - DAY
Bennet, Sullivan, Gracie stand over 300-lbs. of heavily
muscled death. Black. No wounds, no blood.
SULLIVAN:
(looking at the face; grief-
stricken)
Well now, Terry. Ya wonder where
are they now. Now we know.
(for Bennet)
Terry Long. Pittsburgh Steelers.
GRACIE:
(reading hospital report)
Who drank a gallon of antifreeze.
That’s not how I’d do it.
SULLIVAN:
I guess these guys only die when
you’re working-
BENNET:
What other problems did he have?
SULLIVAN:
Who cares?
GRACIE:
Arrested a few times.
(looking at the report)
Fraud. Federal theft. And wow.
Arrested a lot.
SULLIVAN:
I know what you’re doing.
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BENNET:
Drinking antifreeze is the work of
a lunatic mind.
(then)
What position? What position did he
play?
SULLIVAN:
Offensive line.
BENNET SULLIVAN (CONT'D) *
Same as Mike Webster. Webby was a center. Terry
played right guard.
BENNET:
(the records)
No recorded concussions. Nine years
of professional football. As an
offensive guard.
(then)
I need a full autopsy. Same tests
as Webster.
SULLIVAN:
You’re paying for that, too.
BENNET:
Yes, Daniel. I’m paying for that,
too.
(Bennet doesn’t even hear
it, his eyes already
focused on--)
Joseph Maroon-
The signature on Long’s records: Joseph Maroon. And now cut
to-
JOE MAROON’S COMPUTER IMAGE SMILING AT US, TRIM, TAN,
MUSCULAR, HIS TOOTHY GRIN FILLING OUR SCREEN
Pull back to REVEAL we’re in Bennet’s little shitbox office
at the Coroner’s. He’s at his computer. Before him, the
website www .josephmaroon.com, the personal site for the
Steelers’ team doctor. Chief neuro-surgeon of the NFL. The
country’s premiere specialist in neurosurgery and sports
medicine.” Bright pastel design, mentorships on longevity and
healthy living. The whole thing like an ad for toothpaste &
Viagra. All white, now-
PULL BACK again. And our view has become a cottony field. The
faint outline of snowflake-like brain cells. Then, from the
corner, the seepage of angry rust-brown blood.
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Tau protein tangles. Seeping and strangling everything in
their path. PULL BACK FULL TO REVEAL-
90 INT. BASEMENT LAB - ALLEGHENY COUNTY CORONER - NIGHT
Bennet. It’s late. The only other living thing in the
building is Prema. In a chair now, by the door, reading with
a flashlight.
Bennet’s seen enough. Clicks off the table lamp. Just sits
slumped in the glow of the instruments and exit signs.
Then, in PRE-LAP, a phone rings, and we cut to--
91 OMIT
92 INT. BENNET’S CONDO - MORNING
Prema picks up the phone, “Hello?”. Hands to Bennet. And we-
MAN/PHONE (OVER)
Bennet Omalu?
BENNET:
This is Dr. Bennet Omalu.
MAN/PHONE (OVER)
Listen to me. Football has the best
doctors money can buy, and they’re
saying pro football players do not
get brain damage. At all. And
people who care about this stuff
are supposed to take your word for
it? Mike Webster was a pill-popping
drunk. And you’re an under-educated
hack. And you’re done, game over.
And looks up at Prema. The line is already dead. He hangs up.
BENNET:
(sarcastic)
WECHT (PRE-LAP)
Did he really say you’re under
educated? Have they seen your
resume?
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INT. WECHT’S OFFICE - ALLEGHENY COUNTY CORONER - DAY
Bennet, Wecht, Hamilton.
WECHT:
Well, I got calls, too. The
National Football League owns
neuroscience. Who knew?
HAMILTON:
(reading from a letter)
“Serious misinterpretation”.
“Failure to find”. “Absence of
clinical information”.
(looks to Wecht, ‘help?’)
Bennet’s at the window. In his hand, an envelope. Wecht and
Hamilton have one too.
BENNET:
What do they want?
WECHT:
Your head on a spike.
HAMILTON:
They want you to retract your
findings.
BENNET:
I don’t know what that means.
WECHT:
It means saying you made it all up.
BENNET:
(confused)
Made it up??
WECHT:
They’re accusing you of fraud-
BENNET:
(and now totally f***ing
confused)
Fraud?? What are they talking
about?? I’m so careful. I slaved
over this-
HAMILTON:
Your reputation will be destroyed.
You won’t be able to work.
Anywhere.
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WECHT BENNET *
Good. Good!? *
**
WECHT:
They’re terrified of you.
BENNET:
I have to work! My visa depends onit.
WECHT:
Well, what the hell did you thinkthey were going to say, ‘Thankyou’?
BENNET:
Yes! I thought they’d be grateful!
WECHT:
What the hell for?
BENNET:
For being told. For knowing.
Bennet paces to the window, confused.
WECHT:
I get it. You think you’re being agood American.
(and looks at him; prideand sadness)
Listen to me. The city ofPittsburgh shelled out 233-million
dollars to help build its belovedSteelers a glorious new stadiumwhile it was closing schools andraising taxes.
(and snatches the envelopeout of Bennet’s hand and
waves it in his face)
These are not people who want tochange the world.
(now waves Bennet’sarticle)
And this isn’t some quaint academicdiscovery stuck in the back of anobscure medical journal. BennetOmalu is going to war with themanufacturer of a product thattwenty-million Americans craveevery Sunday the way they cravewater! The NFL owns a day of theweek! They’re very big!
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Pause. A long pause.
Bennet turns back to the window, staring out over the carpet
of lights. And the bridges. And the river.
And Heinz Field.
HAMILTON:
A pathologist determines cause of
death, not discover disease.
They’ll say Bennet’s in over his
head, and they’ll be right.
WECHT:
Yeah well the world only gets
changed by people who are over
their heads ignoring people who say
they’re in over their heads.
(but then--)
Bennet turns back from the window. Face set.
BENNET:
Terry Long.
(beat; what?)
The tests came back today. Terry
Long is positive. Football gave him
CTE. CTE told his brain to drink a
gallon of antifreeze. And then he
died.
(then)
I told you. There were going to be
more.
(after a pause--)
HAMILTON:
You’ve done great work. No one’s
going to blame you if you stopped
here. But I’d be lying to you if I
didn’t tell you how important your
next move is.
Pause. Wecht is taking in Bennet, waiting. Bennet and Wecht
HOLD a look, then Wecht sees it in Bennet’s face-
WECHT:
No one’s stopping anything.
INT./EXT. BENNET’S CONDO - DAY
Prema grabs her coat and purse to go out. Pauses by the
window. Where she sees Bennet sitting in his car in the
parking lot, deep in thought. And we cut to-
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