Dallas Buyers Club

1 EXT. RODEO STADIUM - DALLAS - TEXAS - DAY 1

Ambient sounds of the CROWD, RODEO, SEX, and a strangeRINGING fade in along with IMAGES of...

A COWBOY riding a BULL in an enclosed RODEO ring.

RON WOODROOF, early 40's, handsome, long sandy hair, denimclad, worn snakeskin boots, dusty, cowboy hat, mirroredaviators, is engaged in wild SEX with a WOMAN. He watches the

rodeo through open slats in a BULL STALL as the STEER throwsthe COWBOY violently thru the air; he lands hard on the dirt.

Another WOMAN snorts cocaine and offers some to Ron as he

switches over to having SEX with her.

The BULL STOMPS the Cowboy with its HOOFS.

Ron climaxes -- pleasure and pain seem to come out of him, butwe can't hear him, only this strange RINGING.

RODEO CLOWNS grab the Cowboy's limp body and drag him out ofthe ring.

Ron catches his breath; something is off.

RON (V.O.)

Did ya hear Rock Hudson was a cocksucker?

2 EXT. RODEO STADIUM - LOCKER ROOM - DAY 2

A Dallas NEWSPAPER folded in half. July. 1985. AIDS. New

treatment. In Paris. ROCK HUDSON on the cover. A HAND

scribbles numbers over the photo.

CLINT (V.O.)

Where’d ya hear that?

CLINT (32) a greasy hick who’s spent the last five months

under the hood of a CHEVY, hands RON a WAD of CASH.

RON:

It’s called a newspaper.

it?

You heard of

Ron smiles, adjusts his cowboy hat as he records some bets.

Nearby, BULL FIGHTERS are putting on their clown makeup.

RON:

What a waste. All that fine Hollywoodpussy on a guy who smokes his friends.

A HAND comes down through the slats holding a ten dollar bill.

Dallas Buyers Club / Green Revision / Dec 2, 2012 / P. 2

RON:

C’mon Rog, this ain't the sandbox.

Twenty’s the minimum.

ROG slides another ten down; Ron snatches it.

ROG:

Who the hell’s Rock Hudson?

Ron looks at Rog. A beat, then he starts laughing, then

coughing...

3 EXT. RODEO STADIUM - BULL STALL - DAY 3

...and coughing as we follow him into the stalls. Ron glad-

hands as he goes; it seems everyone knows him but doesn't

necessarily like him. He makes his way toward T.J., white

trash, pale as winter, who wipes vomit from his chin. As he

nervously looks down at the big angry BULL he’s about to ride,

Ron hands him a pint of tequila.

RON:

Calm the nerves, brother. You look

great.

T.J. takes a swig, gives him a look.

RON:

It's your day, I can feel it.

T.J. watches as Ron takes a bottle of NYQUIL out of his pocket

and downs it... to stop his hacking cough.

T.J.

I don’t know, Ron.

Ron fans the money out for T.J. to see.

RON:

Eight seconds and you'll be gettin blown

by a hundred dollar hooker before you can

scrape the bullshit off your boots.

Ron winks and smiles. T.J. signals the BULLMAN that he's

ready. And in five, four, three, two, one...

THE GATE is up, the BULL is out, the crowd is HOLLERING and

T.J.’s back is bending in unnatural ways.

RON:

C’mon! One one thousand, two one

thousand, three one thousand...

Dallas Buyers Club / Green Revision / Dec 2, 2012 / P. 3

And T.J. is DOWN.

RON:

Ah hen sh*t!

Ron looks to the BLEACHERS. The GAMBLERS are already

searching for him.

Ron slips out a SIDE ENTRANCE.

4 EXT. RODEO STADIUM - PARKING LOT - DAY 4

Sweating, heart racing, Ron runs across the lot and jumps over

fences to escape THE GAMBLERS that are running after him. As

they close in, Ron spots a cop, TUCKER, walking towards his

patrol car.

RON:

Hey, buddy I need you to arrest me.

TUCKER:

F*** off, Woodroof.

RON:

Come on, man. I'm serious!

Tuck sees the angry mob approaching.

TUCKER:

Looks like you got a few pissed off

customers.

RON:

You gonna cuff me or what?

TUCKER:

Figure it out yourself.

And with that, Ron PUNCHES Tucker in the face. The mob of

Gamblers are stopped in their tracks.

TUCKER:

You son of a b*tch!

Tucker PUNCHES Ron in the face twice, then cuffs him. He

looks at the mob of Gamblers.

TUCKER:

Get the f*** outta here before I arrest

all of you.

Ron smiles through a bloodied mouth.

Dallas Buyers Club / Green Revision / Dec 2, 2012 / P. 4

5 EXT. RON’S TRAILER - DAY 5

Tucker’s police car pulls up.

TUCKER (V.O.)

They’re gonna kick the sh*t out of you

one day, Woodroof. Maybe worse.

6 INT. TUCKER’S POLICE CAR - DAY 6

Both Ron and Tucker are bleeding and bruised.

RON:

Gotta die from somethin'.

TUCKER:

Handle your business, huh?

sh*t together.

Get your

RON:

You're startin' to sound like yourol' man. How's he doin' by the way?

TUCKER:

(beat)

There's good days and bad.

RON:

(waving him off)

Ah, he's a tough one.

(beat)

Though I can't imagine how disappointedhe must be havin' you for a son.

Tucker looks at him, half-smiles.

TUCKER:

Get the f*** outta my car.

Ron smiles, starts to get out, then stops. Holds his head a

moment. We hear the strange RINGING sound again.

You okay?

TUCKER (CONT’D)

RON:

(covers)

You rattled my f***in' brain.

TUCKER:

What brain?

Dallas Buyers Club / Green Revision / Dec 2, 2012 / P. 5

Ron forces a smile, then exits the car. Tucker watches as Ron

slowly heads toward his trailer; something seems off. After a

few beats, Tucker brushes it off and pulls away.

7 INT. RON'S TRAILER - DAY 7

Books, newspapers, empty beer cans and liquor bottles; onthe wall, we may notice a painting of some Texas Wildflowers.

Ron stumbles in as the RINGING sound comes back. He stops,

steadies himself on a piece of furniture, takes a few stepsthen collapses, unconscious.

8 INT. RON'S TRAILER - MORNING 8

The first shafts of sunlight fall over Ron, still asleep wherehe dropped. After a few beats, he stirs, pulls himself on toa chair. "What the f***?".

9 EXT. OIL FIELD - DAY 9

Lunch time. Already a little drunk, Ron finishes off a pintof whiskey as Clint and a battered T.J. eat sandwiches nearby.

Ron starts coughing again as he grabs a packet of cocaine outof his shirt pocket. He slides it across the table to Clint

who hands him cash.

RON:

That sh*t is purer than a preacherdaughter's p*ssy.

CLINT:

Not after you just coughed your lungs allover it.

T.J.

You think anymore 'bout Saudi Arabia?

They need guys over there.

RON:

What do you wanna go work for a bunchasand niggas for?

T.J.

They pay five times as much, that’s why.

Ron raises his eyebrows, not bad.

T.J.

I’m signing up.

Dallas Buyers Club / Green Revision / Dec 2, 2012 / P. 6

RON:

They got hot ladies over there?

T.J.

It’s a Muslim country. You can’t f***

the women.

RON:

Now that takes me out right there.

The FOREMAN races over to them.

FOREMAN:

Woodroof, there’s been an accident on

platform five. They need an electrician

right away!

10 EXT. DRILL PLATFORM - DAY - LATER 10

A MEXICAN WORKER has his leg caught in the drill. It’s

severed and he’s losing blood fast. Ron walks over.

RON:

Dumb spic. How’d you get your leg in

there?

The guy’s breath is coming in short fast spurts.

RON:

Where’s the ambulance?

FOREMAN:

He’s illegal.

Ron takes his OWN shirt off, rips it in half, kneels down next

to the MEXICAN, wipes some sweat off his brow and ties a

makeshift tourniquet around his leg.

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