You gonna cuff me or what?
Figure it out yourself.
And with that, Ron PUNCHES Tucker in the face. The mob of
Gamblers are stopped in their tracks.
You son of a bitch!
Tucker PUNCHES Ron in the face twice, then cuffs him. He
looks at the mob of Gamblers.
Get the fuck outta here before I arrest
all of you.
Ron smiles through a bloodied mouth.
Dallas Buyers Club / Green Revision / Dec 2, 2012 / P. 4
5 EXT. RON’S TRAILER - DAY 5
Tucker’s police car pulls up.
They’re gonna kick the shit out of you
one day, Woodroof. Maybe worse.
6 INT. TUCKER’S POLICE CAR - DAY 6
Both Ron and Tucker are bleeding and bruised.
Gotta die from somethin'.
Handle your business, huh?
You're startin' to sound like yourol' man. How's he doin' by the way?
There's good days and bad.
(waving him off)
Ah, he's a tough one.
Though I can't imagine how disappointedhe must be havin' you for a son.
Tucker looks at him, half-smiles.
Get the fuck outta my car.
Ron smiles, starts to get out, then stops. Holds his head a
moment. We hear the strange RINGING sound again.
You rattled my fuckin' brain.
Dallas Buyers Club / Green Revision / Dec 2, 2012 / P. 5
Ron forces a smile, then exits the car. Tucker watches as Ron
slowly heads toward his trailer; something seems off. After a
few beats, Tucker brushes it off and pulls away.
7 INT. RON'S TRAILER - DAY 7
Books, newspapers, empty beer cans and liquor bottles; onthe wall, we may notice a painting of some Texas Wildflowers.
Ron stumbles in as the RINGING sound comes back. He stops,
steadies himself on a piece of furniture, takes a few stepsthen collapses, unconscious.
8 INT. RON'S TRAILER - MORNING 8
The first shafts of sunlight fall over Ron, still asleep wherehe dropped. After a few beats, he stirs, pulls himself on toa chair. "What the fuck?".
9 EXT. OIL FIELD - DAY 9
Lunch time. Already a little drunk, Ron finishes off a pintof whiskey as Clint and a battered T.J. eat sandwiches nearby.
Ron starts coughing again as he grabs a packet of cocaine outof his shirt pocket. He slides it across the table to Clint
who hands him cash.
That shit is purer than a preacherdaughter's pussy.
Not after you just coughed your lungs allover it.
You think anymore 'bout Saudi Arabia?
They need guys over there.
What do you wanna go work for a bunchasand niggas for?
They pay five times as much, that’s why.
Ron raises his eyebrows, not bad.
I’m signing up.