Dallas Buyers Club Page #5

A steady drizzle. Ron stands out by the dumpster, his boots

and cowboy hat soaked. The Hispanic Orderly emerges from the

hospital, a large garbage bag in his hands.

HISPANIC ORDERLY

There ain't no more, they started

lockin' it up.

The Orderly throws the garbage into the dumpster.

RON:

I got more cash.

The Orderly studies Ron who holds out some money. The Orderly

snatches it, and writes something on a piece of paper.

ORDERLY:

Here. In Mexico. A doctor, he has some.

Ron takes the paper, looks at it.

RON:

What the hell is this bullshit?

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Ron takes a swing at the Orderly but misses. Something about

Ron is off. We hear the ringing sound again. Ron struggles

to stand and collapses onto the ground. Black.

FEMALE VOICE (V.O.)

Mr. Woodroof?

32 INT. DALLAS MERCY HOSPITAL - ROOM - NIGHT 32

Ron lays in bed asleep, an I.V. tube hooked up to his arm.

FEMALE VOICE (V.O.)

Ron?

Ron's eyes slowly peel open. Eve is hovering over him, a

surgical mask on her face. As he looks at her, a faint smile

passes his lips.

RON:

Beautiful.

Eve frowns, didn’t expect that.

EVE:

You’re in the hospital.

Ron blinks. Clears the fantasy. His eyes scan the room.

EVE:

You almost died.

RON:

I’m sure that didn’t surprise anyone.

Eve seems to smile behind her mask.

RON:

Was that a smile?

Eve

You've had a blood transfusion.

Dr. Sevard steps forward.

Dr. Sevard

Mr. Woodroof I'm doctor Sevard.

Ron

I remember you.

Dr. Sevard

I need you to tell me where you obtained

AZT from.

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RON:

Who said I was on AZT?

DR. SEVARD

Dealing in pharmaceutical drugs is

illegal.

Ron

I don't know what you're talking about.

Dr. Sevard shakes his head and walks out.

EVE:

Get some rest.

She follows Sevard out of the room.

RON:

Wait. We were just gettin’ somewhere.

RAYON (O.C.)

Honey, you don't have the slightest

chance.

Ron turns and sees the hospital curtain being pulled by the

PATIENT in the next bed -- it's Rayon.

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RAYON:

I’m Rayon.

Rayon gets up and goes over to Ron’s bed.

RON:

Congratulations, f*** you and go back to

your bed.

RAYON:

Relax, I don't bite.

Rayon looks Ron over.

RAYON:

I guess you’re handsome in a Texas hick,

white trash, dumb, kinda way.

RON:

Get the f*** outta here, whatever you

are.

RAYON:

Sticks and stones, cowboy.

(beat)

You wanna play cards?

RON:

(perking up)

You got cash?

33 INT. DALLAS MERCY HOSPITAL - ROOM - NIGHT 33

Ron sits cross-legged on his bed across from Rayon, who has a

pile of cash before him. As they lay their cards down:

RAYON:

Full house. Jacks over threes.

RON:

I'da figured you for queens.

Cleaned out, Ron tosses his cards; Rayon scoops up the money.

RAYON:

Sorry darlin'.

As Ron starts to unfold his legs, he suddenly SCREAMS in pain,

grabbing his calf. Rayon grabs his leg, presses his fingers

deep into the muscle and massages. Ron contorts in pain,

grips the side of the bed. Rayon goes deeper.

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RAYON:

Breath. Relax.

Ron breaths. Finally the pain subsides and Ron is left limp.

RAYON:

Here, drink some water.

Rayon HOLDS the cup so Ron can drink.

RAYON:

You gotta stay hydrated or your muscles

will cramp.

Rayon starts to massage Ron’s other foot.

RAYON:

You got nice feet.

RON:

Jesus Christ, I’m straight, OK!

Rayon leaves Ron alone. An awkward beat.

RON:

Why the f*** you in here anyway?

RAYON:

The AZT trial. My friend is paying me to

split my dose with him. That way we’ll

both get some.

RON:

How much is he paying you?

RAYON:

Five grand.

RON:

What?

RAYON:

I coulda charged him twenty.

RON:

How about me? Will you sell me some?

RAYON:

Sorry, sweetie. I made a deal.

We HEAR someone speaking loud in the hallway, in Spanish.

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RAYON:

(in Spanish)

Can you keep it down?

34 INT. DALLAS MERCY HOSPITAL - HALLWAY - DAY 34

Eve spots Ron, back in his clothes, walking towards the exit.

EVE (O.C.)

Mr. Woodroof!

Ron stops, turns to see Eve approaching wit Nurse Frazin.

EVE:

Where are you going?

RON:

I signed myself out.

EVE:

You’re too sick to leave here.

RON:

The worst-case scenario bein' what?

EVE:

We can keep you comfortable at least.

RON:

Thanks, but I prefer to die with myboots on.

EVE:

As your doctor, I cannot recommend you todo this.

RON:

Well as my doctor, can you get me somedamn AZT?

Eve just looks at him. She can't. Ron takes off.

35 EXT. TRAILER PARK - NIGHT 35

Ron emerges from his Lincoln, approaches his trailer. Stopsin his tracks at the EVICTION NOTICE taped to his padlockeddoor, over which someone has spray-painted: F*GGOT BLOOD.

RON:

I still live here, you hear me?!

f***in’ live here!!

I:

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He looks around, eyes wild, heart racing... but there's no onethere to hear him. After a beat, he crosses to his car, popsthe trunk. Grabs a single-barreled Winchester SHOTGUN lyingwithin it. He checks the CHAMBER, spins the gun, does a fewmaneuvers, the barrel pointing at his head. He pumps it, thenin a flash levels it and BLASTS the lock off his trailer door.

36 INT. RON’S TRAILER - NIGHT

Ron enters, and desperately looks around for something,

anything to take with him. He finds HIDDEN CASH in a PatsyCline Crazy cassette box.

A duffel bag on the shoulder, he grabs the TEXAS WILDFLOWERPAINTING off the wall and exits.

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37 EXT. TRAILER PARK - NIGHT

Ron starts the engine and drives to the two Kids from earlierlooking on curiously. Ron gives them a handful of candies hestole from the hospital, and nods toward his trailer.

RON:

Have fun, kids. It's all yours.

And with that, he pulls away.

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38 INT. RON’S CAR - HIGHWAY - DAY

Ron cruises... feeling as good as he looks. He pulls the car

over. Sits there in silence. Breathes in. Looks over at his

stuff on the back seat, and then at his gun lying next to him.

He grips the steering wheel... and starts to cry.

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39 EXT. STREET - MEXICO CITY - DAY

Ron’s Lincoln rolls down the crowded, impoverished street.

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40 INT. RON'S CAR - MEXICO CITY - DAY

Ron in the grips of PNEUMONIA, studies a hand drawn map of thecity streets. His hands shake, his skin burns with fever.

Ron turns down a small side street, stops in front of anondescript, WHITEWASHED door.

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41 INT. DR. VASS’ CLINIC - MEXICO CITY - DAY 41

Ron enters, blind-sided by the mayhem inside. Boxes of drugs

and hospital supplies lie in various stages of unpacking. An

INTERPRETER shouts above the din to his wealthy ASIAN CLIENT.

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DR. VASS (50’s), fit but tired, shouts in Spanish to a MAN

unloading boxes. He effortlessly switches to Japanese,

continues to shout to another worker.

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