Philadelphia Page #6

ANDREW'S POV ON TELEVISION: Joe Miller on the screen, with the

words "Negligence... Malpractice... Auto accidents"... and in

the background, PHOTOS of MAIMED, BURNED, INJURED CLIENTS.

JOE (CONT.)

"... has been injured through

the fault of others, you may be

entitled to legal remedy...

Andrew LAUGHS. Then, his call is answered:

ANDREW:

Shelby? It's me. Jamey's been

beeping me, I... Okay, okay,

calm down. Put Jamey on.

INTERCUT WITH:

FIRST YEAR ASSOCIATE JAMEY COLLINS, SITTING AT ANDREW'S DESK

(INT/DAY), GRABS THE PHONE when Andrew's intercom BUZZES...

JAMEY:

(frantic)

Andy?! This is a disaster! We

can't find your revisions on

the Kronos complaint!

ANDREW:

Slow down, Jamey, for Christ's

sake!

JAMEY:

I went down to Word Processing

to pick up the corrected copy,

but they said you haven't

delivered the corrections.

I told them you've been working on

it at home, and...

Andrew forgets his physical pain, this is more important.

ANDREW:

I brought it in last night, around

midnight. It's in my computer.

JAMEY:

What did you file it under?

Jamey puts his hands on Andrew's computer keyboard.

ANDREW:

K-R-O-one.

Jamey types the file name.

ANDREW (CONT.)

Jamey, I don't have to mention,

do I, that we're up against a

statute of limitations on this

complaint which runs out in...

(checks his watch)

Seventy-five minutes.

Jamey stares dumbfounded at the computer monitor.

JAMEY:

It's not here, Andy.

Andrew closes his eyes. He can't believe this.

ANDREW:

You go down to Word Processing

and tell those motherfuckers

they better come up with that

complaint, now! Or they are

f***ing dead! You tell them that

comes from me!

Andrew SLAMS the phone into its cradle.

He pauses, takes a deep breath, and says to himself:

ANDREW (CONT.)

Every problem has a solution.

Every problem... has... a...

solution.

Calmer, Andrew returns to the gurney, putting on his shirt.

ANDREW (CONT.)

Every problem has a solution...

Miguel approaches with tea purchased at the canteen.

MIGUEL:

Why are you getting dressed?

ANDREW:

You're not going to like this.

Please try to smile...

Andrew puts his arms around Miguel.

ANDREW (CONT.)

Thanks for leaving school, and

coming here, and...

(pulling back, putting

on his jacket)

I will be back. An hour, tops.

MIGUEL:

You're going to the office?!

ANDREW:

You're not smiling.

Andrew rushes toward the exit doors.

MIGUEL:

You're leaving the hospital?

You're going into the office

looking like that? Are you

insane?

ANDREW:

One hour!

MIGUEL:

Drew!

ANDREW:

I promise!

CONTINUOUS CUT TO:

ANDREW RUSHES TO THE STREET, HAILING A CAB (EXT./DAY) ...

CUT TO:

ANDREW STEPS OUT OF THE TAXI IN FRONT OF THE WHEELER

Building, heading for the entrance (EXT./DAY) ...

But he changes his mind, darting to the corner of the block.

Andrew stops to buy a baseball cap from a VENDOR.

He trots down an alley, past bags of garbage, entering the

building through a garage door.

CUT TO:

FROM A HIGH FLOOR, ANDREW CAN BE SEEN CLIMBING THE STEPS OF

an emergency stairwell (INT./DAY) ...

Andrew passes CAMERA, out of breath. He's wearing the ball cap

PULLED TO HIS EYEBROWS to hide blotches on his forehead.

CUT TO:

ANDREW OPENS THE FIRE DOOR ON HIS FLOOR AT WYANT WHEELER, removing

the ball cap, baring the purple blotches. (INT./DAY)

He walks quickly down the hall. Passing a COLLEAGUE, Andrew

pretends to scratch his face, attempting to hide the blotches

as nonchalantly as possible.

He dashes past an office, ignoring Anthea.

ANTHEA:

Didn't expect to see you... ?

He ducks into his office.

CONTINUOUS CUT TO:

SECRETARY SHELBY AT ANDREW'S DESK, FRANTICALLY SEARCHING

through papers (INT./DAY) ...

Startled when he sees Shelby, Andrew spins toward the wall.

SHELBY:

I'm looking through the files but...

ANDREW:

Call the messenger service, have

someone standing by...

(she reaches for the phone)

Your phone.

SHELBY:

Sure.

Andrew keeps his face averted, until she's out of the room. He

goes to his computer, the monitor already glowing.

ANDREW:

Think. You brought the discs in, you

transferred...

Rachel comes into his office.

RACHEL:

I thought I was supposed to be

covering for you.

(blurts out)

God, Andy, you look awful.

ANDREW:

F***ing Word Processing lost my

Kronos complaint. Which must be

filed by f***ing five o'clock!

If it's late, there's no case...

(the mantra)

Every problem has a solution.

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