Philadelphia Page #3

DIALOGUE CAN BE HEARD under the CLASSICAL MUSIC (although

MUSIC dominates the SOUNDTRACK).

TYRONE:

(slapping a thin

PATIENT'S wrist)

Gonna have to start looking for

veins in your feet, sweetheart.

DR. ROBERTA GILLMAN, passes through, speaking to Andrew:

DR. GILLMAN

Andy. Can you stop at my office

on your way out?

ANDREW:

Sure.

Andrew is distracted by A HISPANIC MAN across the room,

rolling up his sleeve for an IV -- his bare arms, hands,

face and neck are marked with PURPLE BLOTCHES.

Andrew closes his eyes, concentrating for a moment on the

CLASSICAL MUSIC... then goes back to work.

CUT TO:

ANDREW HURRIES OUT OF THE DOCTOR'S OFFICE, HAILING A CAB

(EXT./DAY) ...

CUT TO:

ANDREW HOPS OUT OF THE CAB, IN FRONT OF AN IMPRESSIVE

skyscraper in downtown Philly, at the end of the work day

(EXT./DAY) ...

Andrew pushes through glass doors into the plush "Wheeler

Building," pressing through the tide of WORKERS headed home.

CUT TO:

A BLACK PARALEGAL, ANTHEA BURTON, LEADS A YOUNG, BLACK LAW

CLERK (in suit and tie) to the elevators, at the sedate,

expensively appointed offices of Wyant Wheeler Hellerman

Tetlow and Brown (INT./DAY) ...

ANTHEA:

... up to Tax, on fourteen, and

get right back, I need you.

Andrew BLASTS out of the elevator, flashing Anthea a four-

star smile. They stride down the corridor together.

ANDREW:

Just the dazzling paralegal I

wanted to see.

ANTHEA:

(friendly)

I know what that means, and the

answer is no. I have a class

tonight. Exploit someone else.

And since you've asked ...

They pass a silver-haired partner, KENNETH KILLCOYNE.

KILLCOYNE:

Solid work on the Rockwell

situation, Andy. Top-notch.

ANDREW:

Thanks, Kenneth.

(to Anthea)

Your exam!

ANTHEA:

Thank you. 98. I gotta go...

ANDREW:

Ninety-eight?! Ninety-eight!

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