PB Hospital-Episode II
(Sappy music in the background. Dr. Johns is in a room visiting a patient.)
DR. JOHNS: How are you feeling, Mr.
Paris?
PARIS: Much better, thank you.
Malaria isn’t any fun. That’ll
teach me for flying coach to third world countries to collect antiques.
DR. JOHNS: I’m glad we could help
you, Paris.
PARIS: Say, is that new
doctor going to stop by and see me again?
DR. JOHNS: You mean Riddick?
PARIS: That’s the one.
He stopped by to see how I was doing.
DR. JOHNS: Interesting.
Tell you what, I’m going to get you a little something to keep your
symptoms from coming back.
PARIS: And what if I see Dr.
Riddick first?
DR. JOHNS: There’ll be no shots.
(And another hard day at PB General comes to a close.
Scene moves to Johns’ house; the living room is lit by candlelight and
soft music is playing. Johns is sitting on the couch, injecting a needle into his
eye when Dr. Fry walks in)
DR. FRY: You’re not a
neurosurgeon.
DR. JOHNS: I never said I was.
How did you get in?
DR. FRY: I still have my key.
You never told me you were a junkie either.
DR. JOHNS: Yeah, well, you have a
little caffeine and I need a little morphine every night.
So what?
DR. FRY: Looks like you have enough
for two nights every day.
DR. JOHNS: It doesn’t have to be
a problem….
DR. FRY: No, it becomes a problem
when you let Owens die like that. You have enough drugs to knock out a herd of goats.
There’s no reason you have to take so much of the hospital’s supply.
I checked what I gave Owens. It
was water. You switched it.
DR. JOHNS: You’ll never prove it
was me.
DR. FRY: Yeah, well Dr. Riddick is
on to you. He could go to
Trickeration.
DR. JOHNS: Let him try.
(Dr. Fry looks around and notices the mood music and candlelight)
DR. FRY: You expecting someone?
DR. JOHNS: Yeah, well, seeing as
how it’s over between us, I have someone new.
Someone better than you.
DR. FRY: Is it anyone I know?
DR. JOHNS: A former patient of
mine. She’s a stripper.
DR. FRY: Wow, weren’t you born
lucky? Is there anything else I
should know about you, Johns?
DR. JOHNS: Yeah, well, look to Dr.
Riddick’s ass first, right Carolyn?
DR. FRY: Too bad your stripper
doesn’t know what she’s getting herself in for.
(With that, Dr. Fry swings her arm and sweeps some candles off the mantle above
the fireplace)
DR. JOHNS: Don’t you touch those
candles Fry!!
DR. FRY: Dammit, Johns!
I loved you. Why did you
have to turn out to be such a jerk?
(With that, Fry angrily leaves, slamming the door behind her.
Dr. Shazza steps from the bedroom in a silk teddy).
DR. SHAZZA: Why did you tell her I
was a stripper?
DR. JOHNS: She doesn’t need to
know about us. She’ll just try to
ruin it.
DR. SHAZZA: It seems to me that
she’s looking pretty hard at the new guy. I bet he’d keep her occupied.
DR. JOHNS: He’s just some
beefcake wanna-be super-surgeon. He
doesn’t impress me.
DR. SHAZZA: I hear he’s pretty
good with a scalpel. Among other
things. You’re jealous that Fry
is going after him, aren’t you?
DR. JOHNS: No, I’m not.
(With that, Johns goes over and kisses Dr. Shazza.)
DR. SHAZZA: But aren’t you
worried she’ll tell him what she knows about you?
DR. JOHNS: Not really.
I’m not the only one with a little secret to keep.
(End scene. Or since it is a soap
opera, I suppose the scene would end after seeing a few minutes of Johns and
Shazza rolling around in bed together. Whichever way you like it).
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