Right Ones Out, Wrong Ones In

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47: INT. STADIUM NIGHT

Three years later, 1982. Aerosmith is performing. 

STEVEN: (singing Mama Kin) It ain't easy living like you wanna, it's so hard to find peace of mind! Yes it is! (tries to do a move but falls off the stage) 

RACHAEL: (from backstage) Oh my God! (runs out onstage) Someone help him! 

JOE: Brad, help me out here. (they both pull him back up) Someone call an ambulance! 

RACHAEL: Baby, are you okay? Are you hurt? 

STEVEN: Ah! My shoulder! 

RACHAEL: You're gonna be alright, the ambulance is on it's way. (takes his hand) 

48: INT. HOSPITAL ROOM NIGHT

Steven has been rushed to the hospital. 

DOCTOR: Ok, it appears that your husband has dislocated his shoulder in three places and broke his collar bone. 

RACHAEL: Is he gonna be alright? 

DOCTOR: He'll be fine, but he will require surgery and the rest of the year off. 

RACHAEL: Ok. 

DOCTOR: I'm gonna prescribe him something for the pain. I'll be back in a few minutes. (leaves) 

STEVEN: (groans) (opens his eyes) Rachael? 

RACHAEL: Hey sweetie, you okay? 

STEVEN: I've been better. (tries to sit up) (winces)

RACHAEL No, don't move. You dislocated your shoulder and broke your collar bone.

STEVEN: Damn. Is Mia with you? 

RACHAEL: No, she's at home with her four favorite uncles! 

STEVEN: How long before I can get outta here? 

RACHAEL: Probably a few days. 

STEVEN: Good. 

DOCTOR: All right Steven, here are your pills. You need to take one a day every day for six weeks. 

STEVEN: Thanks doc.

RACHAEL: You'd better take one now. (pours one out for him) 

STEVEN: Not right now Rach, they gave me morphine earlier for the pain, I'm queasy.

RACHAEL: All right. (puts it on the bedside table) I'm gonna leave it right here.

STEVEN: Thanks baby.

RACHAEL: You're welcome. (slowly leans in and carefully kisses him) I'll be in the hotel next door, call me if you need anything. I love you. 

STEVEN: Love you too. 

RACHAEL: (walking out as Tim is coming in) Tim... 

TIM: Rebecca...

RACHAEL: (gives him a sarcastic look) It's Rachael. 

TIM: Whatever. (closes the door in her face) 

RACHAEL: (rolls her eyes and leaves) 

TIM: How you doing man? 

STEVEN: Bad, my shoulder's fucking killing me.

TIM: Did they give you anything? 

STEVEN: They gave me these pills. I gotta take one a day for six weeks. 

TIM: They're huge. 

STEVEN: I know. 

TIM: You know, there's a much easier way you can take those. 

STEVEN: Oh yeah? 

TIM: (pulls a straw out of his pocket and crushes up the pill) 

STEVEN: Man, I can't do that shit. I've got a baby now. 

TIM: It's not like you're doing coke. 

STEVEN: I guess you've got a point. 

TIM: Go on, try it. 

STEVEN: (snorts it)

TIM: Feels good, doesn't it? 

STEVEN: Yeah... It does. 

49: INT. STEVEN'S APARTMENT DAY

A few days later. 

Steven comes home. 

RACHAEL: (comes in with Steven) 

STEVEN: Thanks Rach.

JOE: How you doing brother? 

STEVEN: Better. 

JOE: Good. 

STEVEN: I can't believe I fell off the stage. 

JOE: Hey, don't worry about it man. It wasn't your fault. 

RACHAEL: That reminds me, it's time to take your pill. (gives him one and pours him a glass of water) 

STEVEN: (puts it in his mouth and takes a sip of water) I'm gonna go lay down. 

RACHAEL: Need help?

STEVEN: No, I'm okay. (walks to the bedroom) 

50: INT. STEVEN'S APARTMENT (BEDROOM) DAY

STEVEN: (closes the door and spits out the pill) (crushes it up and then snorts it with a straw) (sighs)

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