Trauma Page #10

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intersection, another green light turning YELLOW. Rabbit

keeps looking at her instead of the road.

RABBIT:

I survived hell and fire...

FLASHBACK:
THE SKYSCRAPER HELICOPTER WRECK

(CONTINUED)

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The moment of IMPACT. Rotor screams as the helicopter shears

into the roof. The fireball builds. And miraculously, RABBIT

IS THROWN OUT OF THE BAY DOORS. Like a rag doll, he skitters

across the roof,crumples into a bloody heap. His eyes,

flutter. He SMILES.

RABBIT (CONT’D)

Every single odd should have me

dead and crispy. But I’m here.

When it’s your time, it’s your

time. And when it’s not, it’s not.

And it is not my time.

The intersection approaches. The light’s RED.

MARISA:

Listen to me Rabbit, every corpse I

know figured it wasn’t his time.

And you need to...

A HORN interrupts her. There’s a CAR pulling into the

intersection. Rabbit swerves. He fishtails through the

intersection. Incredibly, Rabbit gets the car under control.

Then... At the curb, an AUDI’S DOOR OPENS right in front of

Rabbit.

RABBIT’S CAR slams into the Audi’s door, shearing it off.

Rabbit’s Chevelle spins out, finally comes to a stop.

MARISA (CONT’D)

You dumb sonofabitch...

A terrible sound comes sounds out from the Audi. A scared

man’s voice.

MAN’S VOICE

Help... Can someone help me??

END OF ACT THREE

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ACT FOUR:

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EXT. CITY STREET - NORTH BEACH - NIGHT 64

Rabbit’s Chevelle lies pointed the wrong way on the street.

Behind him, the AUDI’s missing its door.

AUDI DRIVER:

Owwww... Help me...

Leaving Marisa behind, Rabbit bolts out to the Audi. Pale,

confused, the Driver cradles a BLOODY HAND.

AUDI DRIVER (CONT’D)

Oh man. Oh man, my door...

RABBIT:

It’s okay. I’m a Paramedic.

AUDI DRIVER:

I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have been

driving.

RABBIT:

Cocktail hour huh? Don’t worry,

I’m not a cop. Let’s see...

Rabbit takes a good look at the man’s hand. The Audi

driver’s MISSING A FINGER.

RABBIT (CONT’D)

Marisa!!!! See if you can find his

finger. It’s probably by the door.

AUDI DRIVER:

Oh my God. Oh my God.

RABBIT:

It’s okay. Put pressure here.

Marisa searches the ground as Rabbit runs into a WINE BAR.

65 INT. WINE BAR - NIGHT 65

Rabbit cruises in, heads behind the bar and grabs a pitcher.

BARTENDER:

Hey!!

Rabbit fills the pitcher with ICE.

RABBIT:

You overserved a yuppie. He’s

outside without a finger. Carry on.

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Audi Driver moaning quietly in the car, Marisa brings a

grisly prize to Rabbit - the FINGER.

MARISA:

I found it.

Rabbit puts the finger deep in the pitcher of ice.

RABBIT:

It’s a clean tear at the knuckle.

They can probably save it. Guy’s

drunk, thinks it’s his fault.

MARISA:

Leading a charmed life, aren’t you?

Rabbit clicks his headset. Emergency Response comes on.

ERS:

911. What’s up Rabbit?

RABBIT:

Hey Darlene... I got a fender

bender. Well a little more. Guy’s

door got ripped off. And uh, so did

his finger. I need a rig and a

ride and...

(a look to Marisa)

Send a sympathetic cop.

CUT TO:

67 INT. TRAUMA CENTER - SAN FRANCISCO GENERAL - NIGHT 67

Nancy moves through the quiet waiting room. She checks at

RECEPTION.

RECEPTIONIST:

What? Pulling a double?

NANCY:

I had a John Doe DOA. Anybody call

or show up asking about him? He was

on the bridge.

The RECEPTIONIST checks.

RECEPTIONIST:

No. Nothing. Sorry Nance.

NANCY:

No worries. I’ll be around let me

know if anything comes in.

Nancy goes, kicks back in the waiting room, checks out

reality TV for a bit. She takes a moment look at the wounded,

the waiting, their loved ones.

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Out of the lab coat and in a damn fine suit, DR. JOE heads

through. He spots Nancy.

DR. JOE

No. No. No. You’re not allowed

to be here later than me.

NANCY:

Nice suit.

DR. JOE

Joanne and I had a dinner.

NANCY:

And then you came back to work.

DR. JOE

Dinner wasn’t that great.

They both smile a bit.

DR. JOE (CONT’D)

Waiting to see who claims the John

Doe?

(off her)

You should know by now. Not much

escapes me here. I saw the path

report. He had Endocarditis. His

heart was like a 90 year old’s.

Probably didn’t know. Smoke

inhalation triggered total cardiac

shutdown. For lack of a better

word, the guy was doomed. You

okay?

The veneer cracks a bit... For both of them.

NANCY:

I don’t know.

Dr. Joe sits down next to her, takes a gander at the waiting

room, the parade of damage.

DR. JOE

Rabbit coming back was going to

push some buttons. He’s a reminder

of Rotor... Of Terry. He’s a

walking ghost really. And he’s...

NANCY:

He’s Rabbit.

DR. JOE

Do you really want to be out there

violently underachieving?

NANCY:

It’s the right place for me right

now.

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DR. JOE

(to himself)

All of you, you run so fast. You

miss the point entirely.

NANCY:

There’s a point?

DR. JOE

Yes indeed. People get hurt. Some

get saved. A lot die. And then it

happens all over again.

NANCY:

You missed your calling Joe.

DR. JOE

I know. I should have been a rock

star.

Getting up, Joe PATS HER LEG. It’s a touch, a moment that

takes them both by surprise.

DR. JOE (CONT’D)

Sorry. I... I’ll uh see you

tomorrow.

With that, he’s gone. Leaving Nancy to the wounded, the

waiting and reality TV.

CUT TO:

68 EXT. CITY STREET - NORTH BEACH - NIGHT 68

EMTs load the AUDI DRIVER onto a Paramedic Van. The ICED

FINGER gets put in a cooler. Rabbit finishes blowing into a

BREATHALYZER. The SYMPATHETIC COP reads the numbers.

SYMPATHETIC COP:

.05, Lucky Boy. But it’s still a

wet reckless.

The COP pushes a button.

CLOSE UP:
BREATHALYZER

The meter goes to 0.0.

SYMPATHETIC COP (CONT’D)

Or not. Take it easy Rabbit. Save

my life sometime.

Rabbit heads to the Van, takes a check on the AUDI DRIVER.

RABBIT:

Hey, trust me, you’ll be texting

chicks in no time.

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AUDI DRIVER:

Thanks. Thanks for everything.

All’s right with his world. Rabbit heads for his Chevelle.

MARISA:

Hey guero...

Rabbit turns, straight into a HARD RIGHT from Marisa. She

clocks him hard, moves in for more. Rabbit steps back,

clearing his head.

RABBIT:

Whoa. Whoa. Chill.

MARISA:

You want me to chill? First day on

the job and look what you did!

RABBIT:

Accidents happen.

MARISA:

I was in the car. I know. You’re

real good with the medicine. Best

I’ve seen.

RABBIT:

Never say that to me... Really.

MARISA:

But you’re an irresponsible idiot.

And I don’t want that to splash on

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