1 EXT. RODEO STADIUM - DALLAS - TEXAS - DAY 1
Ambient sounds of the CROWD, RODEO, SEX, and a strangeRINGING fade in along with IMAGES of...
A COWBOY riding a BULL in an enclosed RODEO ring.
RON WOODROOF, early 40's, handsome, long sandy hair, denimclad, worn snakeskin boots, dusty, cowboy hat, mirroredaviators, is engaged in wild SEX with a WOMAN. He watches the
rodeo through open slats in a BULL STALL as the STEER throwsthe COWBOY violently thru the air; he lands hard on the dirt.
Another WOMAN snorts cocaine and offers some to Ron as he
switches over to having SEX with her.
The BULL STOMPS the Cowboy with its HOOFS.
Ron climaxes -- pleasure and pain seem to come out of him, butwe can't hear him, only this strange RINGING.
RODEO CLOWNS grab the Cowboy's limp body and drag him out ofthe ring.
Ron catches his breath; something is off.
Did ya hear Rock Hudson was a cocksucker?
2 EXT. RODEO STADIUM - LOCKER ROOM - DAY 2
A Dallas NEWSPAPER folded in half. July. 1985. AIDS. New
treatment. In Paris. ROCK HUDSON on the cover. A HAND
scribbles numbers over the photo.
Where’d ya hear that?
CLINT (32) a greasy hick who’s spent the last five months
under the hood of a CHEVY, hands RON a WAD of CASH.
It’s called a newspaper.
You heard of
Ron smiles, adjusts his cowboy hat as he records some bets.
Nearby, BULL FIGHTERS are putting on their clown makeup.
What a waste. All that fine Hollywoodpussy on a guy who smokes his friends.
A HAND comes down through the slats holding a ten dollar bill.
Dallas Buyers Club / Green Revision / Dec 2, 2012 / P. 2
C’mon Rog, this ain't the sandbox.
Twenty’s the minimum.
ROG slides another ten down; Ron snatches it.
Who the hell’s Rock Hudson?
Ron looks at Rog. A beat, then he starts laughing, then
3 EXT. RODEO STADIUM - BULL STALL - DAY 3
...and coughing as we follow him into the stalls. Ron glad-
hands as he goes; it seems everyone knows him but doesn't
necessarily like him. He makes his way toward T.J., white
trash, pale as winter, who wipes vomit from his chin. As he
nervously looks down at the big angry BULL he’s about to ride,
Ron hands him a pint of tequila.
Calm the nerves, brother. You look
T.J. takes a swig, gives him a look.
It's your day, I can feel it.
T.J. watches as Ron takes a bottle of NYQUIL out of his pocket
and downs it... to stop his hacking cough.
I don’t know, Ron.
Ron fans the money out for T.J. to see.
Eight seconds and you'll be gettin blown
by a hundred dollar hooker before you can
scrape the bullshit off your boots.
Ron winks and smiles. T.J. signals the BULLMAN that he's
ready. And in five, four, three, two, one...
THE GATE is up, the BULL is out, the crowd is HOLLERING and
T.J.’s back is bending in unnatural ways.
C’mon! One one thousand, two one
thousand, three one thousand...
Dallas Buyers Club / Green Revision / Dec 2, 2012 / P. 3
And T.J. is DOWN.
Ah hen shit!
Ron looks to the BLEACHERS. The GAMBLERS are already
searching for him.
Ron slips out a SIDE ENTRANCE.
4 EXT. RODEO STADIUM - PARKING LOT - DAY 4
Sweating, heart racing, Ron runs across the lot and jumps over
fences to escape THE GAMBLERS that are running after him. As
they close in, Ron spots a cop, TUCKER, walking towards his
Hey, buddy I need you to arrest me.
Fuck off, Woodroof.
Come on, man. I'm serious!
Tuck sees the angry mob approaching.
Looks like you got a few pissed off