Dallas Buyers Club Page #3

But its days have no numbers. Except one, in blood RED -- 30.

Ron snaps out of his hallucination.

16 INT. RON’S TRAILER - NIGHT 16

T.J. sits down next to Ron, takes a rolled up dollar bill and

does a line of coke.

T.J.

Damn doctors cut your balls off?

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RON:

Sh*t, you tell ‘em you got a cold and

they’ll give you two weeks off. You

should try it.

Ron takes the dollar back as T.J. walks to the table to pour

himself a drink.

T.J.

Well, you didn’t miss nothin’ at work.

I'd take disability any day.

Ron does a line of coke. Sees his reflection in the mirror.

Pushes it away.

RON:

I mean I got a stupid cough and they tell

me I got some HIV virus.

T.J. looks at Ron, hears him but doesn't hear him, maybe it

doesn't even register he's so wasted.

RON:

(mutters)

Hell, like I got the AIDS. Damn

hospital, mixed up my blood samples.

T.J.

Man, I went to them doctors once, they

tell me I had chlamydia, I came back home

I realized I had crabs.

RON:

S'what I'm saying.

T.J. licks some coke off his fingers.

T.J.

I heard you get that just by touchin’

someone. Or that queers get it.

RON:

Which is exactly why it’s a mistake.

T.J.

Well, what if it ain't?

RON:

You know me, T. You f***in' serious?

T.J.

Damn right I know you, like you was born

with some kinda p*ssy addiction.

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Ron smiles at the compliment as T.J. dives into the mirror andinhales the last line of coke.

One of the GIRLS walks over.

KELLY:

You said we would be dancin’ by nine.

T.J. smiles at Ron.

T.J.

We should get goin’.

T.J. puts on his jacket.

T.J.

Let’s go girls.

RON:

I'll catch up with you.

T.J.

Alright brother, you cool?

I'm cool.

RON:

T.J.

See you there.

T.J. and the girls leave.

Ron gets up, wasted, and stares out the screen door into thecold dark night, nothing stares back at him.

17 INT. DALLAS PUBLIC LIBRARY - DAY 17

Ron is seated in front of a screen that shows a microfiche of

information on AIDS, HIV and AZT.

LATER - DAY:
Ron continues reading; the LIBRARIAN looks overas he endures a brief coughing spasm, then he goes back to hiswork. We PUSH IN on the phrase"...Unprotected sex..."

LATER - DAY:
Ron continues reading, runs his finger along thewords. Stops at "INTRAVENOUS DRUG USE". As he closes his

eyes and exhales--

18 EXT. MOTEL - NIGHT - DREAM / FLASHBACK 18

We're on a SNAKE TATOO on the back of a naked girl having wildsex with a younger and heavier Ron, totally wasted, and...

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hypnotized by the tattoo that goes up to her neck and down toher arm --marked with track marks.

19 INT. DALLAS PUBLIC LIBRARY - DAY 19

Ron slams the book shut with rage. He screams out releasinghis anger. His voice echoes off the library walls.

20 INT. DALLAS MERCY HOSPITAL - RECEPTION AREA - DAY 20

Ron impatiently stands at the Triage desk, looking at a NURSE,

40s. He spots a tattooed Hispanic ORDERLY mopping the floorin the hallway. He locks eyes with Ron for a second too longthen moves on.

NURSE FRAZIN:

Dr. Sevard’s not on today.

RON:

Do I look like I can wait til tomorrow?

NURSE FRAZIN:

If you'll tell me what the problem is -RON

Problem? Which problem you want to hearabout? My lungs bleeding, my skincrawling, the jackhammer in my head...

hell that’s just the beginning of my

problems sweetheart.

Having overheard Ron’s rant, Dr. Eve Saks walks over.

EVE:

Mr. Woodroof?

Ron turns around.

RON:

I don’t want no nurse. I want a doctor.

A goddamn doctor! Today! NOW!

The Orderly watches Ron and Eve.

Fine.

EVE:

How can I help you?

RON:

Are you f***in' deaf, lady?

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EVE:

No. I'm a f***ing doctor!

Oh? Ron contemplates Eve, slowly breaking into a smile. Eve

hears her name called over the speaker system.

EVE:

If you want to discuss your list of

problems, you can meet me in my office in

twenty minutes.

RON:

Twenty minutes?

(he takes a long look at her)

I like your style, Doctor.

Ron watches her as she walks away.

21 INT. DALLAS MERCY HOSPITAL - DR. EVE SAKS’ OFFICE - DAY 21

Diplomas hang in neat rows. A perfectly ordered desk. Eve

meticulously records numbers on a chart.

RON (O.S.)

Can you get me AZT?

Eve looks up as Ron walks in and sits down.

RON:

Barrow Wilkem just released it for

testing, right? This hospital is one of

the sites.

She nods yes, surprised how well informed he is.

RON:

Well can I buy some?

EVE:

That isn’t how it works. For about a

year, a group of patients will either get

the drug or a placebo, it’s left up to

chance, not even the doctors are allowed

to know.

RON:

You give dyin’ people sugar pills?

EVE:

It’s the only way to know if a drug

works.

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RON:

Can you get it for me?

EVE:

Unfortunately no. But when it's proven

to work and if you fit the profile, then

yes.

RON:

So, you’re tellin’ me I’m as good as a

horse being sold for dog food?

Eve's look says it all. Ron takes out a list.

RON:

Okay, what about in Germany, this Dextran

Sulfate, or in France they got DDC, or AL

721 in Israel... I read that one is

proven to work and it ain’t toxic.

EVE:

None of those drugs have been approved by

the FDA.

RON:

Screw the FDA, I’m gonna be DOA. Do I

have to sue this hospital to get me some

medicine?

EVE:

Mr. Woodroof, I assure you that would be

a waste of precious time.

Ron takes a moment, eases up.

RON:

Call me Ron, will ya?

Eve doesn't play his game. She writes something down on a

piece of paper.

EVE:

There is a support group that meets every

day at Draddy Auditorium, perhaps you

could share your feelings and concerns...

Ron abruptly stands.

RON:

I’m dying and you’re tellin’ me to go get

a hug from a bunch of faggots?

Eve watches as Ron backs away.

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RON:

Good night, good day, and good riddance.

22 INT. LONESTAR BAR - DAY 22

Ron bursts through the door and shouts to the BARTENDER.

RON:

Neddie Jay, one shot of Cactus and a

Rolling Rock back.

Ned doesn’t move as Ron continues toward a table where T.J.,

Clint and three other FRIENDS are sitting.

RON:

I can’t believe how much I missed your

ugly faces. Clint, where you hangin’

your pants lately brother?

Clint drains his beer, slams it on the table.

CLINT:

Get me another beer, will you sweetheart?

The guys burst out laughing.

RON:

‘F*** you say?

CLINT:

I said grab me a cold one, cupcake.

Ron looks at him incredulously.

RON:

You askin’ me to kick yer ass?

CLINT:

Nah, wouldn't wanna get none of that

f*ggot blood on me.

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