The Fantastic Four Page #8

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REPORTER #1

You've been accused in the past of

moving science a little too fast --

VICTOR:

Accused by who? My competitors?

REPORTER #2

But surely this accident gives you

pause --

VICTOR:

Danger is always part of discovery.

What would have happened if Ben

Franklin never went out in a storm?

Without risk, there's no reward.

REPORTER #3

So where's the reward? You promised a

cure-all.

Victor pauses. For the first time. Just a flicker.

VICTOR:

And you'll have it. I've never come

up short. And I'm not going to start

now.

REPORTER #2

So you're still taking VDI public --

VICTOR:

Yes, of course. I've never been more

confident in the compan--

Reed mutes the television.

REED:

How's she doing?

DOCTOR:

Stable. Vitals are strong.

Reed takes the clipboard, looks for himself.

REED:

Blood panels show no irradiation.

Good. You'll step up this protocol,

every --

DOCTOR:

Four hours. We know what we're

doing... One more day of observation,

then you're all cleared.

The Doctor takes his clipboard, and walks out. Reed steps to

Sue, with the drooping flowers in his hand. Quiet:

REED:

Sue...I want to tell you...I'm...

WHOOSH. A NURSE rolls in with a tray bearing ten more

extravagant bouquets. Reed looks resigned. He walks out.

REED (CONT'D)

She's allergic to orchids. Put that

Amaryllis Apapathos by her bed. The

African lilies? They're her

favorites.

Reed exits, dropping his two wilted lilies into the trash.

Sue opens one eye, as the big lilies land by the bed.

INT. VON DOOM COMPOUND HOSPITAL ROOM - DAY

A SEXY NURSE wheels a testing station into Johnny's room.

He's stripped down to Calvins, changing into a ski outfit.

SEXY NURSE:

And where do we think we're going?

JOHNNY:

I don't know if "we've" noticed, but

the sickest runs this side of the Alps

are right outside that window --

NURSE:

I've noticed... But doctor's orders,

you're not allowed to leave until we --

JOHNNY:

Finish the tests, I know -- could you

give me a hand with this zipper?

NURSE:

You know this is not a ski resort.

JOHNNY:

Not yet.

Johnny opens the cardboard box, revealing a colorful

fiberglass object the size of a briefcase. In the blink of

an eye, he unfolds it into a LONG SNOWBOARD.

JOHNNY (CONT'D)

Luckily grandma still sends care

packages.

The nurse pops a thermometer in his mouth to shut him up.

NURSE:

You are trouble.

JOHNNY:

(thermometer in his mouth)

Brubbles my Triddle Name.

They both pay more attention to his zipper than the digital

read-out:
it runs right up past 98.6, then accelerates fast.

SEXY NURSE:

You're hot!

JOHNNY:

So are you!

SEXY NURSE:

I mean, you feel a little feverish.

JOHNNY:

I've never felt better in my life.

When do you get off work?

SEXY NURSE:

My shift ends at four, but I couldn't --

JOHNNY:

Meet me at 4:
01, top of the run.

That'll give you a minute to freshen

up.

He hands her the thermometer, a quick kiss and he's out the

door. The machine beeps: Johnny's temperature is 209

DEGREES.

EXT. VON DOOM COMPOUND HOSPITAL PATIO - DAY

Ben finds Reed on a patio with a panoramic view. Reed works

at a laptop computer.

BEN:

How long was I out?

REED:

Three days. I was worried about you.

How are you feeling?

BEN:

Solid.

Ben can see Reed doesn't look too solid.

BEN (CONT'D)

How you doing?

Reed shakes his head, looking back at his screen.

REED:

I don't know. I just keep going over

and over the numbers.

BEN:

Reed. Even you can't compute every

little thing.

REED:

I should have done more, run more

tests --

Ben gets closer, pushing down Reed's computer screen.

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