Concussion Page #2

BENNET:

Good morning, Cyril-

As Wecht pats Bennet on the shoulder, moves to table to fill

out forms. Bennet checks the clipboard-

BENNET (CONT’D)

(checking the clipboard)

Rachel Green first, please.

GRACIE - early 20’s, blue ribbon (matching her uniform)

twisted through her hair - goes to what was a pretty WOMAN,

like her, early 20’s. Still dressed for last night’s party.

GRACIE:

Full or partial, Dr. Omalu?

Bennet reviewing the girl’s file. Police report. Holding up

her driver’s license. Roots around in her purse.

In b.g., prepping his own table, is DANIEL SULLIVAN, 50.

Chief Pathology Supervisor. Bald, dark pouches under his

eyes. Steelers stuff under lab gear. Countenance of an ill-

humored butcher.

SULLIVAN:

Open-shut O.D.-suicide. Full room

today. We need to cycle them

through.

Bennet, moving slow, ignoring him, over the girl’s face, as

if listening.

BENNET:

I need your help, Rachel. We’re in

this together. Tell me what

happened to you.

And a hand on the body’s forehead, another over the heart. He

opens her eyes. Stares into them. Connection.

SULLIVAN:

Oh here we go.

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WECHT:

Danny, c’mon. Let him do this

thing. I hired him for a reason.

(to Bennet)

I need to talk to you. Come see me

in my office when you’re done-

BENNET:

Full autopsy. We’ll need the tissue

dissection station.

Sullivan stops. Glares from his table. As a TRAINEE TECH, 25,

rolls a trolley over.

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BENNET (CONT’D)

That’s not mine-

Gracie fetches a different trolley. Brand new knives still in

plastic. Scalpels. The instruments longer, more delicate.

GRACIE:

(sidebars the trainee)

Dr. Omalu uses different stuff. He

makes less of a mess-

As Bennet sets the volume on his CD player-

BENNET:

Let’s undress her, please.

And feels the fabric of her shirt. The quality. The pattern.

TECH #1

(measuring head to heel)

Sixty-six-and-a-three-eighths.

BENNET:

Let’s please wash the body.

And as the Trainee reaches for a Brillo pad, Gracie hands

Bennet a sponge. And he starts carefully swabbing the body

himself. Pats it dry. Lovingly. As if dabbing a baby.

GRACIE:

(to the trainee)

He likes to do it himself.

(as--)

Bennet puts on head phones. Through his ears, and ours, come

the opening strains to Teddy Pendergrass’ “Love TKO”.

TEDDY PENDERGRASS (OVER)BENNET

Lookin' back over my years/I Bone saw, please-guessed,

I've shedded some

tears/ Told myself time and

time again/ This time I'm

gonna win-

JUMP TO:
Bennet hands Gracie an organ. We’re FRAMING high on

him, shoulders, elbows. We know but don’t need to see-

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