Screenplay 'Double Trouble'

'Double Trouble' is a 108-page, WGA-registered crime drama. If you're an agent or producer and want to see the rest of it, send me an email: (Note: formatting is incorrect here, thanks to Blogger. The MS is correctly formatted, using Final Draft.)

Log line: A young doctor takes a desperate gamble to prove his innocence when confronted with incontrovertible evidence showing he is a serial rapist.


Written by

Steven J. Wangsness

WGA Registration No.: 1877574



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.

                                             Just breathe normally for me. That’s right.

Robert moves the stethoscope to the other side of the boy’s chest.

Again. Good.

Robert moves around to the back of the boy and places his stethoscope to the boy’s back.

Now, take a deep breath for me. A deep breath, please.

The child looks at him, unsure.

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.

Dr. Fletcher, Miss Mortenson is here.

(distracted, listening to the boy breathe)
I’m sorry... What?

Miss Mortenson is here. Your fiancee.

(not looking up)
Tell her I’ll be right there, thanks.

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.

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.

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.

I’m just about finished here, Helena. Just another minute.

If we don’t get going right now, we’ll never get to Brentwood on time.

(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.

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.

Sure, go on ahead. I’ll see Mrs. Martinez and Carlos out.
Helena basically has a good heart. She just doesn’t handle pressure well.

Yes, I’m sure. Good night, Dr. Fletcher.

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.

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?

OK, thank you, doctor.

Carlos, you get better now, OK? Cuídate y te veré pronto.

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