Dallas Buyers Club Page #4

DR. SEVARD

Mr. Woodroof. I'm Dr. Sevard.

Ron turns to Eve, flashes a smile.

DR. SEVARD

We saw something that concerned us in

your initial blood work so we ran some

additional tests.

EVE:

Blood tests.

Ron stops moving and tries to assess the situation. Is he in

trouble?

RON:

What kinda blood tests, cause I don't use

drugs.

EVE:

We didn't test you for drugs.

RON:

Good, cause that ain't none of yer

business anyway.

DR. SEVARD

You’ve tested positive for HIV -

Ron looks at Dr. Sevard blankly.

DR. SEVARD

...the virus that causes AIDS.

Ron freezes. A long beat.

RON:

Who you kidding, Rock cock sucking Hudson

bullshit?!

DR. SEVARD

Have you ever used intravenous drugs or

had any homosexual -

Dallas Buyers Club / Green Revision / Dec 2, 2012 / P. 10

Ron spits out his CANDY.

RON:

Homo? Homo? That’s what you said,

right? Sh*t. You gotta be kidding me.

(laughs)

I ain’t no f*ggot, I don't even know any

faggots, I’m a rodeo!

The room is silent.

RON:

Look at me, doc. Come on now, look at

me. What do you see?

DR. SEVARD

Your T-cell count is down to nine, a

healthy person has five hundred to

fifteen hundred.

RON:

What the f***'s a three-Cell?!

DR. SEVARD

T-cell. Frankly we’re surprised you’re

alive.

RON:

Well surprise this: you’ve made a f***in’

mistake!

Ron looks back and forth from Dr. Saks to Sevard. No mistake.

RON:

You must've mixed my blood with some

daisy puller or sumptin.

EVE:

We ran the blood test several times.

Eve hands him some pamphlets and other paper work.

EVE:

That's some information on HIV and AIDS

you may find informative and your test

results.

Ron flips through the papers. Becomes frustrated by

terminology he doesn't understand.

DR. SEVARD

Mr. Woodroof, we're trying to impress

upon you the gravity of your situation.

(MORE)

Dallas Buyers Club / Green Revision / Dec 2, 2012 / P. 11

DR. SEVARD (CONT'D)

Based on your condition, we estimate that

you have about thirty days to get your

affairs in order -

RON:

Thirty days?

Ron jumps off the examining table.

RON:

What is this sh*t?!

They don't respond.

Ron laughs incredulously and walks towards the door.

RON:

I got a news flash for all y'all, there

ain’t nothin' out there that can kill Ron

Woodroof in thirty days.

Ron looks at the papers, tosses them up in the air and exits.

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