Log line: A young doctor takes a desperate gamble to prove his innocence when confronted with incontrovertible evidence showing he is a serial rapist.
DOUBLE TROUBLE
Written by
Steven J. Wangsness
WGA Registration No.: 1877574
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INT. MEDICAL CLINIC EXAMINATION ROOM - DAY
ROBERT FLETCHER, a conventionally attractive doctor in his late 20s, is examining a young Hispanic BOY (N/S) about 5 years old in a community clinic in East Los Angeles. The interior of the clinic is functional, but bare-bones; it has the essentials, but without extravagance. Robert presses a stethoscope to the front of the boy’s chest.
ROBERT
Just breathe normally for me. That’s right.
Robert moves the stethoscope to the other side of the boy’s chest.
ROBERT (CONT’D)
Again. Good.
Robert moves around to the back of the boy and places his stethoscope to the boy’s back.
ROBERT (CONT’D)
Now, take a deep breath for me. A deep breath, please.
The child looks at him, unsure.
ROBERT (CONT’D)
Tomar una respiración profunda para mí. Bueno. Otra vez. Bueno. Gracias.
Robert continues his examination of the boy’s eyes, ears, nose and throat. A NURSE enters the examination room.
NURSE
Dr. Fletcher, Miss Mortenson is here.
ROBERT
(distracted, listening to the boy breathe)
I’m sorry... What?
(distracted, listening to the boy breathe)
I’m sorry... What?
NURSE
Miss Mortenson is here. Your fiancee.
ROBERT
(not looking up)
Tell her I’ll be right there, thanks.
NURSE
She told me to tell you to hurry. She says you’ll be late.
She told me to tell you to hurry. She says you’ll be late.
Robert turns his head in the nurse’s direction and raises an eyebrow, sharing an inside joke with her.
ROBERT
Tell her I won’t be but a minute.
HELENA MORTENSON enters the exam room. She is young, blonde, pretty, dressed in well-tailored clothes. She ignores the nurse, who is standing right next to her, just inside the doorway.
HELENA
Robert, we have to get going. I had just an awful time getting down here.
Robert stands up straight, pats the little boy on the head.
ROBERT
I’m just about finished here, Helena. Just another minute.
HELENA
If we don’t get going right now, we’ll never get to Brentwood on time.
ROBERT
(a little exasperated)
Seriously, just one more minute.
Helena takes a deep breath, spins on her heels and exits the examination room. Robert looks at the nurse and shrugs. She smiles at him knowingly.
NURSE
Do you need me any longer, Dr. Fletcher? I’d like to beat the traffic, too. Of course, I’m only going to Glendale, not Brentwood.
Do you need me any longer, Dr. Fletcher? I’d like to beat the traffic, too. Of course, I’m only going to Glendale, not Brentwood.
ROBERT
Sure, go on ahead. I’ll see Mrs. Martinez and Carlos out.
(pauses)
Helena basically has a good heart. She just doesn’t handle pressure well.
NURSE
Yes, I’m sure. Good night, Dr. Fletcher.
ROBERT
Good night, Janet
The nurse exits the room. Robert lifts the little boy from the exam table and sets him on the ground. He turns his attention to the boy’s mother, MRS. MARTINEZ, who has been watching from a chair in the corner of the room.
ROBERT (CONT’D)
Carlos should be fine, Mrs. Martinez. He just has a cold, a virus. It should go away in a few days. You can give him one and a half teaspoons of children’s Tylenol every six hours to treat the fever. Don’t give him any aspirin, though -- it’s not good for a fever for children his age. If he doesn’t improve in a couple of days or if he develops an ear infection, come back to the clinic and we’ll take another look. OK?
MRS. MARTINEZ
OK, thank you, doctor.
ROBERT
Carlos, you get better now, OK? Cuídate y te veré pronto.
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