Fletch Page #7

DR. DOLEN

Yeah, we check you into Mt. Hebron for a few days,

run lots of tests, charge a bundle. You can pull

your pants up now.

FLETCH:

I hope they still fit. Do I get to keep the glove?

DR. DOLEN

Tell the nurse when you've got a few free days. She'll

make all the arrangements.

FLETCH:

Thanks, Doc. Maybe I'll come back with a date.

Or an elephant.

54 INT. HOSPITAL RECEPTION AREA - DAY

Fletch is dressed in shorts, a clean shirt, and is carrying a doctor's bag. He is wearing a stethoscope around his neck , has a beeper on, a lot of pencils and other doctor gadgets. He's standing at the directory

55 DIRECTORY

Combing it with his eyes, he sees the directory:

PATHOLOGY - THIRD FLOOR

B. ROSENSTIEN, M.D.

H. ROSENBLATT, M.D.

P. ROSENWOHL, M.D.

Fletch goes to a door marked "Stairs."

56 INT. STAIRWELL - DAY

Fletch abruptly empties his doctor's bag and puts on a long green gown, a cap and a face mask. He plugs the stethoscope in his ears, removes miscellaneous file folders filled with papers, closes the bag, and heads for Pathology.

57 INT PATHOLOGY DEPARTMENT - DAY

It's at the end of a long hall, and adjacent to the Autopsy Room and the Pathology Records Room. Over his shoulder we can see into the autopsy room where a gowned doctor is happily performing an autopsy.

RECORDS NURSE:

(to Fletch)

Identification please.

Fletch hastily fumbles through his wallet, deftly dropping and picking up the papers he has brought with him.

FLETCH:

It's me doctor Rosenpenis. I just have to take

another peek at Alan Stanwyk's file. What have

they done with this place?

RECORDS NURSE:

(confused at all his activity)

Nothing. They're still there.

FLETCH:

Right. Fine.

Still dropping and picking up, shuffling and collating, Fletch starts toward the Files Room, when the doctor performing the autopsy yells at him.

PATHOLOGIST:

Hey you!

Fletch stiffens and turns around.

PATHOLOGIST:

Give me a hand for a second would you doctor?

Fletch hesitates.

PATHOLOGIST:

Come on, come on.

Reluctantly, he goes to the autopsy table, and the cadaver thereon, which is covered by a sheet, except for the mid-section.

58 TWO SHOT - FLETCH AND PATHOLOGIST

(Note:
from here on we never see the body.)

PATHOLOGIST:

(poking around)

Have you ever see a spleen this large?

FLETCH:

(trying not to look)

Not recently.

PATHOLOGIST:

Grab this, will you?

FLETCH:

Uh, I'm not really prepared. My hands aren't sterilized.

PATHOLOGIST:

You're not going to make this guy any sicker.

We hear a squishing noise as he grabs something large and wet and plops it into Fletch's hand. Fletch stands there holding something icky out of frame, looking uncomfortably up at the ceiling, the floor, anywhere but at the cadaver or at the stuff in his hand. Meanwhile, we hear sounds of further incisions, and the deflating of an organ.

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