Larry Rutledge
Fest Master
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FADE IN:
EXT. STREET - DAY
An office door opens and a man walks out onto the sidewalk carrying a small sign. The man attaches the sign to chains hanging over the door
INSERT: SHINGLE - "DR. JONATHAN COHEN, M.D. - GENERAL PRACTICIONER"
The man looks down the street, then turns and re-enters the office.
INT. MARY'S HOUSE - DAY
MARY (30s) is on the phone with HANNAH (30s).
MARY
Have you been to the new doctor yet? They say he can cure anything.
HANNAH
(filtered)
But, that's not possible.
MARY
Well, you remember Tom's wart?
HANNAH
(filtered)
You mean the one that Doc Harrison couldn't make go away?
MARY
The very one. Gone...in one visit. And, remember Lillian's back pain?
HANNAH
(filtered)
Everyone knows she's faking that pain...
MARY
Sure, but no one could get her to stop complaining about it, right?
HANNAH
(filtered)
You're not saying-
MARY
I am...she's calling him a Miracle Healer.
INT. DOCTOR'S OFFICE - WAITING ROOM - DAY
MR. THOMPSON (50s) reads a magazine while waiting for the doctor. Repeatedly looks at his watch, then to the clock on the wall and finally to the office door.
He sighs, then returns to his magazine article...the magazine is upside down.
INT. DOCTOR'S OFFICE - RECEPTION AREA - CONTINUOUS
The door to the doctor's office and DR. COHEN sticks his head out.
DR. COHEN
I'm ready for the next patient.
RECEPTIONIST
Yes doctor, right away.
INT. DOCTOR'S OFFICE - DAY
Dr. Cohen sits at his desk reading through the chart while Mr. Thompson sits across from him. Mr. Thompson sighs loudly and the doctor peeks over the chart at him, then grins and puts the chart down.
DR. COHEN
Mr. Thompson, what can I -
MR. THOMPSON
They say your a miracle healer, I'm going to prove them wrong.
The doctor looks at him for a moment.
DR. COHEN
I am a doctor. It is my job to heal.
MR. THOMPSON
They speak like you are God, that's blasphemy. I'll prove it.
DR. COHEN
How are you going to do that?
MR. THOMPSON
I can't taste nothin', so what're ya goin' to do?
The doctor sits back in his chair and looks across at Mr. Thompson who is wearing a sheepish grin on his face. The doctor then grabs the chart and starts flipping through.
MR. THOMPSON (CONT'D)
See, I knew you were a phony...you don't know what to do.
The doctor doesn't say a word, just gets up and heads over to a cabinet above the sink. He rifles around through various jars and vials then pulls one out.
DR. COHEN
This should be a simple matter to fix...you just need jar number 34.
The doctor's turns pouring some of the thick, green liquid into a cup and hands it to Mr. Thompson.
DR. COHEN (CONT'D)
Here, drink this...it should solve your problem.
Mr. Thompson takes the cup and looks into it a few moments, then turns it up and drinks it.
Immediately he runs to the sink and spits it out.
MR. THOMPSON
What are you trying to do, poison me? That is the worst thing I've ever tasted.
DR. COHEN
Good, I guess it cured you after all.
Dr. Cohen smiles at Mr. Thompson who turns and storms out of the office.
INT. HANNAH'S HOUSE - DAY
Hannah is on the phone to Mr. Thompson.
HANNAH
I heard the new doctor fixed you up.
MR. THOMPSON
What are you talking about, there wasn't anything wrong with me.
HANNAH
Mary said you couldn't taste and the doctor--
MR. THOMPSON
Oh, I made that up...I know that guy's a quack and I intend to prove it.
HANNAH
So...he didn't cure you?
INT. MR. THOMPSON'S HOUSE - CONTINUOUS
Mr. Thompson hangs up and sits staring out the window.
INT. DOCTOR'S OFFICE - WAITING ROOM - DAY
SUPER: ONE MONTH LATER
Mr. Thompson reads the same magazine from before while waiting for the doctor. He repeatedly looks at his watch, then to the clock on the wall and finally to the office door.He sighs, then returns to his magazine article...the magazine is upside down.
INT. DOCTOR'S OFFICE - DAY
Dr. Cohen is looking through Mr. Thompson's chart.
DR. COHEN
So, what seems to be the trouble today, Mr. Thompson?
MR. THOMPSON
I can't seem to remember stuff.
The doctor doesn't say a word, just gets up and heads over to a cabinet. He rifles through the jars and vials.
DR. COHEN
What you need is jar number 34.
As Dr. Cohen turns with the jar he sees Mr. Thompson run for the door.
The doctor smiles, takes a whiff of the contents of jar 34 and wrinkles up his face.
DR. COHEN (CONT'D)
Guess I cured you, huh Mr. Thompson?
FADE OUT.
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FADE IN:
EXT. STREET - DAY
An office door opens and a man walks out onto the sidewalk carrying a small sign. The man attaches the sign to chains hanging over the door
INSERT: SHINGLE - "DR. JONATHAN COHEN, M.D. - GENERAL PRACTICIONER"
The man looks down the street, then turns and re-enters the office.
INT. MARY'S HOUSE - DAY
MARY (30s) is on the phone with HANNAH (30s).
MARY
Have you been to the new doctor yet? They say he can cure anything.
HANNAH
(filtered)
But, that's not possible.
MARY
Well, you remember Tom's wart?
HANNAH
(filtered)
You mean the one that Doc Harrison couldn't make go away?
MARY
The very one. Gone...in one visit. And, remember Lillian's back pain?
HANNAH
(filtered)
Everyone knows she's faking that pain...
MARY
Sure, but no one could get her to stop complaining about it, right?
HANNAH
(filtered)
You're not saying-
MARY
I am...she's calling him a Miracle Healer.
INT. DOCTOR'S OFFICE - WAITING ROOM - DAY
MR. THOMPSON (50s) reads a magazine while waiting for the doctor. Repeatedly looks at his watch, then to the clock on the wall and finally to the office door.
He sighs, then returns to his magazine article...the magazine is upside down.
INT. DOCTOR'S OFFICE - RECEPTION AREA - CONTINUOUS
The door to the doctor's office and DR. COHEN sticks his head out.
DR. COHEN
I'm ready for the next patient.
RECEPTIONIST
Yes doctor, right away.
INT. DOCTOR'S OFFICE - DAY
Dr. Cohen sits at his desk reading through the chart while Mr. Thompson sits across from him. Mr. Thompson sighs loudly and the doctor peeks over the chart at him, then grins and puts the chart down.
DR. COHEN
Mr. Thompson, what can I -
MR. THOMPSON
They say your a miracle healer, I'm going to prove them wrong.
The doctor looks at him for a moment.
DR. COHEN
I am a doctor. It is my job to heal.
MR. THOMPSON
They speak like you are God, that's blasphemy. I'll prove it.
DR. COHEN
How are you going to do that?
MR. THOMPSON
I can't taste nothin', so what're ya goin' to do?
The doctor sits back in his chair and looks across at Mr. Thompson who is wearing a sheepish grin on his face. The doctor then grabs the chart and starts flipping through.
MR. THOMPSON (CONT'D)
See, I knew you were a phony...you don't know what to do.
The doctor doesn't say a word, just gets up and heads over to a cabinet above the sink. He rifles around through various jars and vials then pulls one out.
DR. COHEN
This should be a simple matter to fix...you just need jar number 34.
The doctor's turns pouring some of the thick, green liquid into a cup and hands it to Mr. Thompson.
DR. COHEN (CONT'D)
Here, drink this...it should solve your problem.
Mr. Thompson takes the cup and looks into it a few moments, then turns it up and drinks it.
Immediately he runs to the sink and spits it out.
MR. THOMPSON
What are you trying to do, poison me? That is the worst thing I've ever tasted.
DR. COHEN
Good, I guess it cured you after all.
Dr. Cohen smiles at Mr. Thompson who turns and storms out of the office.
INT. HANNAH'S HOUSE - DAY
Hannah is on the phone to Mr. Thompson.
HANNAH
I heard the new doctor fixed you up.
MR. THOMPSON
What are you talking about, there wasn't anything wrong with me.
HANNAH
Mary said you couldn't taste and the doctor--
MR. THOMPSON
Oh, I made that up...I know that guy's a quack and I intend to prove it.
HANNAH
So...he didn't cure you?
INT. MR. THOMPSON'S HOUSE - CONTINUOUS
Mr. Thompson hangs up and sits staring out the window.
INT. DOCTOR'S OFFICE - WAITING ROOM - DAY
SUPER: ONE MONTH LATER
Mr. Thompson reads the same magazine from before while waiting for the doctor. He repeatedly looks at his watch, then to the clock on the wall and finally to the office door.He sighs, then returns to his magazine article...the magazine is upside down.
INT. DOCTOR'S OFFICE - DAY
Dr. Cohen is looking through Mr. Thompson's chart.
DR. COHEN
So, what seems to be the trouble today, Mr. Thompson?
MR. THOMPSON
I can't seem to remember stuff.
The doctor doesn't say a word, just gets up and heads over to a cabinet. He rifles through the jars and vials.
DR. COHEN
What you need is jar number 34.
As Dr. Cohen turns with the jar he sees Mr. Thompson run for the door.
The doctor smiles, takes a whiff of the contents of jar 34 and wrinkles up his face.
DR. COHEN (CONT'D)
Guess I cured you, huh Mr. Thompson?
FADE OUT.
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