PHILADELPHIA

                              ANDREW
                    I almost didn't make it to
                    the bathroom, Miguel. I almost
                    lost control right in front
                    of everybody.

                              MIGUEL
                         (holding him)
                    So what? It's nothing to be
                    ashamed of. You have nothing to
                    be ashamed of, okay?

Andrew pulls himself together, brushing aside tears, in
control of his emotions once more.

                              ANDREW
                    Wait, here's my guy... Hey!

Andrew catches the attention of a harried INTERN, whose
surgeon's greens are covered with blood.

                              INTERN
                    Mr. Beckett, I'm sorry...

                              ANDREW
                    About my blood work?

                              INTERN
                    We're waiting...

Miguel opens a small notebook, making notes.

                              INTERN
                    ... meanwhile, I'd like to
                    prepare you for a colonoscopy,
                    so we can take a look inside.

                              ANDREW
                    Sounds delightful.

                              MIGUEL
                    Why do you need to do this?

                              INTERN
                    Who are you?

                              MIGUEL
                    Who are you? Doctor... ?

                              ANDREW
                    This is my partner. We keep
                    records of hospital visits.
                    Nothing personal.

                              INTERN
                    Dr. Klenstein.
                         (to Andrew)
                    It's not a pleasant procedure,
                    but if the KS is causing the
                    diarrhea, we ought to know right
                    away.

                              MIGUEL
                    It could be parasites, an
                    infection...

                              ANDREW
                    A reaction to AZT...

                              KLENSTEIN
                    That's possible, but.

                              MIGUEL
                    He's not going through some
                    painful procedure until we've
                    cancelled out everything else.

                              INTERN
                    I'm trying to help your
                    "partner." You're not a member
                    of his immediate family, I could
                    have you removed from the ER.

                              ANDREW
                         (to the Intern)
                    He's upset, he's sorry.

                              MIGUEL
                    Don't apologize for me.

                              ANDREW
                    He's not sorry, okay, fine.
                         (the diplomat)
                    Why don't we see what we find
                    out from the blood work? I'll
                    work on getting a specimen, I'm
                    sure hospital food could help in
                    that direction. Maybe, by then,
                    we'll hear from my doctor, and
                    we'll go from there. Okay?
                    Everybody happy?

                              INTERN
                    Allright. I'll get on the lab
                    about the blood work.

                              MIGUEL
                         (to the Intern)
                    I'm sorry.

The INTERN walks away. Andrew's BEEPER BEEPS.

                              ANDREW
                    That's the third time. I better
                    call the office.
                         (smiling at Niguel)
                    Would you relax, please?

                              MIGUEL
                    I am relaxed.

Andrew HOBBLES toward a pay phone, outside a VISITOR LOUNGE,
where weary relatives are watching TV.

Andrew drops a quarter into the phone.

                              JOE MILLER'S VOICE
                    "If you or someone you know..."

ANDREW'S POV ON TELEVISION: Joe Miller on the screen, with the
words "Negligence... Malpractice... Auto accidents"... and in
the background, PHOTOS of MAIMED, BURNED, INJURED CLIENTS.

                              JOE (CONT.)
                    "... has been injured through
                    the fault of others, you may be
                    entitled to legal remedy...

Andrew LAUGHS. Then, his call is answered:

                              ANDREW
                    Shelby? It's me. Jamey's been
                    beeping me, I... Okay, okay,
                    calm down. Put Jamey on.

                                        INTERCUT WITH:

FIRST YEAR ASSOCIATE JAMEY COLLINS, SITTING AT ANDREW'S DESK
(INT/DAY), GRABS THE PHONE when Andrew's intercom BUZZES...

                              JAMEY
                         (frantic)
                    Andy?! This is a disaster! We
                    can't find your revisions on
                    the Kronos complaint!

                              ANDREW
                    Slow down, Jamey, for Christ's
                    sake!

                              JAMEY
                    I went down to Word Processing
                    to pick up the corrected copy,
                    but they said you haven't
                    delivered the corrections.
                    I told them you've been working on
                    it at home, and...

Andrew forgets his physical pain, this is more important.

                              ANDREW
                    I brought it in last night, around
                    midnight. It's in my computer.

                              JAMEY
                    What did you file it under?

Jamey puts his hands on Andrew's computer keyboard.

                              ANDREW
                    K-R-O-one.

Jamey types the file name.

                              ANDREW (CONT.)
                    Jamey, I don't have to mention,
                    do I, that we're up against a
                    statute of limitations on this
                    complaint which runs out in...
                         (checks his watch)
                    Seventy-five minutes.

Jamey stares dumbfounded at the computer monitor.

                              JAMEY
                    It's not here, Andy.

Andrew closes his eyes. He can't believe this.

                              ANDREW
                    You go down to Word Processing
                    and tell those motherfuckers
                    they better come up with that
                    complaint, now! Or they are
                    fucking dead! You tell them that
                    comes from me!

Andrew SLAMS the phone into its cradle.

He pauses, takes a deep breath, and says to himself:

                              ANDREW (CONT.)
                    Every problem has a solution.
                    Every problem... has... a...
                    solution.

Calmer, Andrew returns to the gurney, putting on his shirt.

                              ANDREW (CONT.)
                    Every problem has a solution...

Miguel approaches with tea purchased at the canteen.

                              MIGUEL
                    Why are you getting dressed?

                              ANDREW
                    You're not going to like this.
                    Please try to smile...

Andrew puts his arms around Miguel.

                              ANDREW (CONT.)
                    Thanks for leaving school, and
                    coming here, and...
                         (pulling back, putting
                         on his jacket)
                    I will be back. An hour, tops.

                              MIGUEL
                    You're going to the office?!

                              ANDREW
                    You're not smiling.

Andrew rushes toward the exit doors.

                              MIGUEL
                    You're leaving the hospital?
                    You're going into the office
                    looking like that? Are you
                    insane?

                              ANDREW
                    One hour!

                              MIGUEL
                    Drew!

                              ANDREW
                    I promise!

                                        CONTINUOUS CUT TO:

ANDREW RUSHES TO THE STREET, HAILING A CAB (EXT./DAY) ...

                                                  CUT TO:

ANDREW STEPS OUT OF THE TAXI IN FRONT OF THE WHEELER
Building, heading for the entrance (EXT./DAY) ...

But he changes his mind, darting to the corner of the block.

Andrew stops to buy a baseball cap from a VENDOR.

He trots down an alley, past bags of garbage, entering the
building through a garage door.

                                                  CUT TO:

FROM A HIGH FLOOR, ANDREW CAN BE SEEN CLIMBING THE STEPS OF
an emergency stairwell (INT./DAY) ...

Andrew passes CAMERA, out of breath. He's wearing the ball cap
PULLED TO HIS EYEBROWS to hide blotches on his forehead.

                                                  CUT TO:

ANDREW OPENS THE FIRE DOOR ON HIS FLOOR AT WYANT WHEELER, removing
the ball cap, baring the purple blotches. (INT./DAY)

He walks quickly down the hall. Passing a COLLEAGUE, Andrew
pretends to scratch his face, attempting to hide the blotches
as nonchalantly as possible.

He dashes past an office, ignoring Anthea.

                              ANTHEA
                    Didn't expect to see you... ?

He ducks into his office.

                                        CONTINUOUS CUT TO:

SECRETARY SHELBY AT ANDREW'S DESK, FRANTICALLY SEARCHING
through papers (INT./DAY) ...

Startled when he sees Shelby, Andrew spins toward the wall.

                              SHELBY
                    I'm looking through the files but...

                              ANDREW
                    Call the messenger service, have
                    someone standing by...
                         (she reaches for the phone)
                    Your phone.

                              SHELBY
                    Sure.

Andrew keeps his face averted, until she's out of the room. He
goes to his computer, the monitor already glowing.

                              ANDREW
                    Think. You brought the discs in, you
                    transferred...

Rachel comes into his office.

                              RACHEL
                    I thought I was supposed to be
                    covering for you.
                         (blurts out)
                    God, Andy, you look awful.

                              ANDREW
                    Fucking Word Processing lost my
                    Kronos complaint. Which must be
                    filed by fucking five o'clock!
                    If it's late, there's no case...
                         (the mantra)
                    Every problem has a solution.

                              RACHEL
                    What can I do?

                              ANDREW
                    Get down to Word Processing.
                    Help Jamey look.

She rushes out.

Andrew begins shoving floppy discs into the slots on his
computer, bringing up each disc's directory.

                              ANDREW (CONT.)
                    No.

He throws the disc to the floor. Shoves in another.

Shoves in another, bending it in half.

                              ANDREW (CONT.)
                    No, goddammit!

He pulls open a file drawer, dumping legal briefs onto the
floor, frantically spreading them around with his foot.

Andrew THROWS a document across the room, takes a breath.

He picks up the telephone.

                              ANDREW (CONT.)
                    Bob? Something's come up. With
                    Kronos. I don't want to
                    upset Charles, but...
                         (letting down his guard)
                    Oh, shit, Bob, the complaint's
                    due in forty minutes and I can't
                    find it.
                         (suddenly)
                    No, you don't have to come...
                         (hanging up the phone)
                    Great. Fucking great.

Andrew rubs his eyes, this is a nightmare.