"How much do you want, Daddy?" "Twenty time." "Fifty?" "Yeah, 50." "D'ya hear Rock Hudson was a cock sucker?" "Where d'ya hear that shit?" "It's called a newspaper." "Right there." "It's a shame, ain't it?" "All that fine Hollywood pussy just all being wasted on a guy who smokes his fucking friends." "Rog, this ain't the sandbox." "Twenty minimum." "C'mon." "Shit." "God damn." "Cheap son of a bitch." "I'm tryin'." "I got it, I got it." "Who the hell's Rock Hudson anyway?" "He's an actor, dumb-ass!" "You ever seen North by Northwest?" "Hey, I've got a question for everybody, who wants to bull ride?" "Hey!" "One more time, make some noise!" "Clap your hands, stomp your feet!" "It's bull ride time!" "Let's bull ride!" "You're sitting there at America's number one spectator event." "The spills, the thrills, the bumps, the bruises." "It's all part of America's number one spectator event, bull riding!" "All right." "Calm the nerves, brother." "This is your day, I can feel it." "Shit, I don't know, Ron." "Well, I do." "Eight seconds, and look at this." "Hey!" "Hey!" "$640, all right?" "You do that, and you're going to get blown by a hundred dollar hooker before you can scrape the bull shit off your boots, brother." "Mmm-hmm." "Mmm-hmm." "Mmm-hmm." "Eat that motherfucker!" "Mmm?" "Clap your hands, stomp your feet, make some noise!" "It's bull ride time!" "Ready?" "Nine to five, come on, make some noise!" "Yeah!" "Four one thousand." "Fuck!" "My God!" "Hold it!" "You get back here, you motherfucker!" "Everyone get with that man, c'mon!" "Tucker!" "I need you to arrest me!" "Fuck off, Wood roof!" "C'mon man!" "No shit!" "Looks like you got a bunch of pissed off customers." "Fuck you!" "You gonna cuff me or not?" "No!" "Figure it out yourself." "Son of a bitch!" "C'mon!" "Back off!" "Or I'll arrest all of you!" "Son of a bitch!" "They're gonna kick the shit outta you someday, Woodroof." "Maybe worse." "Yeah, you gotta die somehow." "Handle your business, huh?" "Get your shit together." "Shit, Tuck, you're starting to sound like a goddamn old man." "How's he doing anyway?" "There's good days and bad." "Oh, he's a tough old outlaw." "Just can't imagine how disappointed he must be in having a cop for a son." "Get the fuck outta my car." "Thanks for the lift, man." "Fuck!" "You okay?" "You rattled my brain." "What brain?" "Arright, Clinto, that shit is purer than a preacher's daughter's pussy right there." "Not after you've just coughed your lungs all over it." "One dollar." "I got your dollar." "There we go." "Hey, you thinking anymore about Saudi Arabia?" "They need guys over there." "Fuck, no." "Why d'you wanna go work for a bunch of sand niggers anyway, huh?" "'Cause they pay five times as much, that's why." "Mmm-hmm." "That's right." "I'm signing up." "They got hot ass over there?" "It's a Muslim country." "Can't fuck the women." "That takes me right out, then." "Woodroof!" "There's been an accident on platform 5." "They need an electrician right away." "Yes, sir!" "All right, check ya later." "All right." "Adios!" "Get to work, lazy fucker!" "Let me see that preacher's daughter's pussy." "Dumbass spic." "How'd ya get your leg in there?" "Ambulance coming?" "He's illegal." "Call a fucking ambulance." "Call it!" "Fuck!" "I need an ambulance." "I'mma shut it down." "Platform 5, ASAP." "There's a man down." "Repeat, man down." "His leg's caught in the drill." "Mr. Woodroof?" "I see you found our stash!" "I'm Dr. Sevard." "Why don't you go ahead and hop up here for me, if you don't mind." "Thank you." "I like your shoes." "We saw something which concerned us on your initial blood work, so we ran some additional tests." "Some blood tests." "What kind of blood tests?" "I don't use drugs." "We didn't test your blood for drugs." "Well good. 'Cause it ain't any y'all business anyway." "That's right." "Um..." "You've tested positive for HIV." "Which is the virus that causes AIDS." "You fucking kidding me?" "Telling me that fucking Rock cock sucking Hudson bullshit?" "Mr. Woodroof, have you ever used intravenous drugs?" "Have you ever engaged in homosexual conduct?" "Homo?" "Did you say homo?" "Yep!" "That's what you said isn't it?" "Shit, you fucking kidding me'?" "I ain't no faggot, motherfucker!" "I don't even know no fucking faggots." "Look at me." "What d'you see, huh?" "The goddamn rodeo's what you see!" "Mr. Woodroof." "A'ight, so fucking watch it." "Mr. Woodroof, could you just..." "No, I can't do shit, you speak fucking English, motherfucker." "Call me a motherfucking faggot." "I'll whip your fucking ass, boy." "Your T-cell count is down to nine." "A healthy person has between 500 and 1,500." "So frankly, we're surprised you're even alive." "Surprise is, you made a fucking mistake." "Must have mixed up my blood samples with some daisy puller or something, 'cause that shit ain't me." "We ran the blood test several times." "Here's some information about HIV and AIDS that you might find informative, and these are your test results." "Mr. Woodroof, if you could listen to me for a moment." "I know this can be a very scary thing," "I know you're probably feeling overwhelmed right now, but we would like to impress upon you the gravity of your situation." "Based on your health, on your condition, on all the evidence we have, we estimate you have 30 days left to put your affairs in order." "Thirty days?" "I'm sorry." "Fuck this." "This is shit." "Fucking 30 day motherfuckers." "Let me give y'all a little newsflash." "There ain't nothing out there that can kill Ron Woodroof in 30 days." "Shit, damn doctor cut your balls off?" "Shit, tell 'em you got a cold, man, they give you two weeks off." "You should try it." "Well, you didn't miss nothing at work." "Shit, I'd take disability any day." "I tell them I got a fucking cough, and they tell me I got some kind of HIV virus." "Shit." "Fuck." "Like I got AIDS." "Fucking hospitals man, mixed up my blood samples." "Shit." "I went to the doctor's one time, and they tell me I had chlamydia." "I get back home, I had fucking crabs." "It's what the fuck I'm saying, man." "You tell 'em you got a headache, they tell ya you got brain cancer." "Mmm-hmm." "Shit, I hear you can get that just by touching someone, or queers get it." "Fucking faggots." "That's it, exactly why it's a mistake." "Well, what if it ain't?" "What if what ain't?" "A mistake." "Fucker." "Shit, I know you got a pussy addiction, motherfucker." "Yeah." "Hey, Salt, hello, Pepper." "God damn." "Mmm." "We going?" "Yeah, we going." "Hey, you wanna take these ladies for a twirl?" "You all head out man, I'm good." "I'll catch up with you all, all right?" "Yeah?" "You all right, brother?" "You cool?" "I'm cool." "All right." "See you there." "All right, see ya in a little bit, Miss Alaska, Miss Louisiana." "Bye, cowboy." "Azidothymidine, or AZT, was originally developed as a treatment for cancer." "With the onset of HIV, however, we at Avonex Industries began a trial, in which we administered AZT to infected lab animals." "Initial findings suggested increased CD4 counts, restored T-cell immunity..." "Isn't it also the case that there were some troubling side effects with the animal tests?" "Significant decreases in the red and white blood cells in the animals?" "Yes, but its effect on the virus is better than anything else that's been tested." "Well, in '64, when AZT was developed as a cancer treatment, it was shelved clue to lack of anti-cancer efficacy and toxicity." "Right." "We believe those problems were dosage based." "So, you're gonna conduct another animal study?" "Actually, the FDA's given us permission to go straight to human trials." "Which is what brings me here today." "We're conducting a double-blind, placebo-controlled randomized trial throughout the United States." "Dallas Mercy is one of the proposed sites." "How long do you see the trial going on?" "We're hoping to fast track it." "Within a year?" "During which time, the hospital and its administering physicians will be very well compensated for their efforts." "Sadly, the AIDS crisis will only get worse before it gets better." "And I know I speak for everyone at Avonex when I say this is a unique opportunity." "A chance to be on the forefront in finding a cure." "Does it not drive you just a little bit crazy to see these guys talking about curing the sick when they flash their gold Rolexes?" "What do they know about treating a sick patient?" "Hey, they're big pharma reps, they're not doctors." "And like it or not, this is a business." "How'd they get permission to go straight to human trial?" "People are desperate." "People are dying." "There's nothing else out there." "Fuck!" "I need to see Dr. Sevard." "Dr. Sevard's not here today." "I can't wait 'til tomorrow." "If you tell me what the problem is, maybe I can help you." "You want a list of my problems, huh?" "My lungs are bleeding, my skin's crawling," "I got a fucking jackhammer in my head, and that's the least of my fucking problems, lady." "Mr. Woodroof?" "No." "No, no, no, no." "I don't want a nurse." "I want a doctor." "I want a goddamn doctor now." "Well, how can I help you?" "You fucking deaf, lady?" "Hmm?" "No, I'm a fucking doctor!" "If you want to discuss your list of problems, you can meet me in my office in 20 minutes." "Okay?" "I like your style, Doc!" "Mr. Woodroof." "Can you get me AZT?" "Avonex Industries say they've just released it for testing." "I wanna buy some." "Now." "That isn't how it works." "For about a year, a group of patients gets either the drug or a placebo." "It's totally left up to chance, not even doctors are allowed to know." "So, you're giving dying people sugar pills?" "It's the only way to know if a drug works." "Can you get some for me?" "I got cash." "I can go a month, a week, however you want to do it." "I hear you." "Unfortunately, no." "But when the drug is proven to work, and if you fit the profile, then yes." "So, you're tellin' me I'm as good as a horse being sold for dog food, huh?" "Okay." "Look here, how 'bout this stuff overseas, huh?" "Germany, they got this Dextran Sulfate, a'ight?" "And they got this DDC in France, supposed to keep the healthy cells you got from getting the HIV." "And they got AL721 over in Israel." "How can I get some of this?" "None of those drugs have been approved by the FDA." "Screw the FDA." "I'm gonna be DOA." "I gotta sue the hospital to get my medicine?" "Mr. Woodroof, I assure you that that would be a waste of your precious time." "There is a support group that meets daily in Draddy Auditorium." "I suggest you try it out and maybe go talk about your feelings, your concerns." "I'm dying." "You telling me to go get a hug from a bunch of faggots?" "Good day." "Hey, Neddie Jay!" "Gimme a shot of cactus and a Bud back." "God damn." "Hard to say how much I missed y'alls ugly mugs." "Hey, say Clinto, where are you hanging your pants these days?" "Get me another beer will you, sweetheart?" "Fuck you say?" "I said grab me a cold one, sugarcakes." "You looking to get your ass kicked?" "Nah, I don't want none of that faggot blood on me." "Hey, Ron, c'mon!" "God damn it!" "Fucker!" "Hey, c'mon." "We don't want any trouble, all right?" "It's that motherfucker who's got the fucking problem." "The fuck's your problem, huh?" "Hey, Ron, I don't want no trouble, all right?" "Fuck y'all, man." "Fuck all y'all!" "Goddammit, he spit on my face." "You got any soap?" "Gimme a towel." "C'mon!" "Jesus fucking Christ." "So as I stand here tonight, clinical trials are underway with an eye toward fast-tracking AZT and making it available for the public as soon as possible." "In short, I'm happy to say that help may finally be on the way." "How long before the drug's approved?" "Yeah." "The FDA's standard procedure to approve a new drug is eight to 12 years." "Hey, it's your first time, right?" "Back the fuck off, Tinkerbell." "I'll knock your teeth so far in your goddamn throat you're gonna be chewing through your asshole." "What about Dextran Sulfate?" "We're working closely with the FDA to make sure every effort is made to fast-track..." "We don't have time." "It's both ourjob and the FDA's to make sure the drug is safe." "We don't have that long." "We're dead, right?" "We're going as fastaspossible,believeme." "Just need to slow it down a little bit." "Just gimme time to catch my breath, will you?" "I ain't ready to crawl in a corner." "I just ain't fucking ready." "So, you better be listening, all right?" "If I got one fucking chance, show me a sign." "Just show me a fucking sign." "If you're not gonna look or buy a dance, you could at least tip me." "Here's $20." "The dance, it ain't for me." "You just keep on shaking it, he'll see ya." "A beautiful day in Dallas, Texas." "Just hope you had your coffee." "Sunshine today." "It's gonna be mid 80$..." "Right here, motherfuckers!" "There ain't no more." "They started locking it up." "I got the cash!" "Here." "The fuck is this?" "In Mexico, a doctor, he has some." "The fuck is this bullshit?" "You don't think I know what you're fucking doing man?" "Huh?" "Mr. Woodroof?" "Ron?" "Ron?" "Hi." "Beautiful." "You're in the hospital." "You almost died." "I bet that didn't surprise anybody." "What is that, a smile?" "You've had a blood transfusion." "Mr. Woodroof." "I'm Dr. Sevard." "Yeah." "Hey, I remember you." "I need you to tell me where you obtained AZT from." "How it got in your blood." "I don't know what you're talking about." "Dealing in pharmaceutical drugs is illegal." "Yep." "Get some rest." "Where you goin'?" "Hang on a second." "We werejust getting somewhere." "Honey, you don't have the slightest chance." "I'm Rayon." "Congratulations." "Fuck off and go back to your bed." "Relax, I don't bite." "I guess you're handsome in a Texas hick, white trash, dumb kinda way." "Get the fuck outta here, whatever you are, before I kick you in the fucking face." "God damn." "Fine, be an asshole." "You wanna play cards?" "You got cash?" "How's that strike your fancy?" "You mind if I snuggle?" "Stay at the end of the bed." "$10 minimum?" "Be my guest." "All right, Miss Man, what you got?" "Full house." "Jacks over threes." "Well, I'd have figured you for queens." "Motherfucker!" "Sorry, damn' ." "God damn it." "You all right?" "Wait, relax." "Where's it at?" "I got you, don't worry, just relax." "Relax." "Breathe." "Breathe." "Right there." "Right there." "That's it, that's it." "Breathe." "Get it." "Get it." "I got it." "I got it." "That's it." "Here, let me get you some water." "Here, drink this, darlin'." "Drink this." "Oh, you gotta stay hydrated, or else your muscles will cramp." "Is that better?" "Yeah." "It's better, I got it." "It's good." "I'll work that for you." "It's good." "It's good." "God, you got nice feet." "Jesus Christ, I'm straight." "All right?" "What the fuck you in here for, anyway?" "The AZT trial." "My friend is paying me to split my dose with him, that way, we'll both get some." "How much he paying you?" "Five grand." "What?" "I coulda charged him 20." "Hey!" "If I want in, will you sell me some?" "I'm sorry, sweetie." "I can't split my dose in thirds." "Besides, I made a deal." "Anyone who plays cards like you ain't got five grand, anyhow." "Yeah, right here." "My Lord, sometimes you can't get a moment's rest around here." "this guy, and if you could just..." "Mr. Woodroof!" "Where are you going?" "I signed myself out." "You're too sick to leave here." "Worst case scenario being what?" "We can make you comfortable." "What?" "Hook me up to the morphine drip, let me fade on out?" "Nah." "Sorry lady, but I prefer to die with my boots on." "I still live here, you hear me?" "I still fucking live here!" "Fuck you!" "RON"." "I'm looking for Dr. Vass." "Speak UP" "I'm looking for AZT." "You won't find that shit here." "Looking to poison yourself?" "Jesus fucking Christ." "Maria?" "Check him in." "Cocaine, alcohol, methamphetamine," "AZT?" "Well, that's what I call a recipe for disaster." "This place is a shithole, Doc." "Who said I was a doctor?" "They revoked my license to practice three years ago." "That's why I'm down in this shithole." "Why?" "What did you do?" "These drugs you're doing, they're breaking down your immune system." "Making you susceptible to infection." "You're saying cocaine's givin' me pneumonia?" "No, I'm saying cocaine made you more susceptible, as did the AZT." "Nah, the AZT's what was helping me." "The only people AZT helps are the people who sell it." "It kills every cell it comes in contact with." "I'm gonna prescribe a regimen of vitamins as well as the mineral zinc, it'll build up your immune system." "You'll also be taking aloe and essential fatty acids." "Sound fun?" "You missed your last trial appointment, Ray." "Where were you?" "Do you like this dress, 'cause I think the neckline's a little plunging." "Rayon, the whole purpose of this study is to determine if AZT is helping people." "C'mon, Evey, you know there ain't no helping me." "That doesn't mean I'm gonna stop trying." "Why are you so good to me?" "Bless your little heart." "Shut up." "Just promise me you'll show up for the rest of the trial." "I promise you that I will try my very best." "I want you to mean it." "Okay." "Is that Marcus from Home Ec?" "I swear to God!" "He has grown up, my Lord!" "A little too plunging by the way, I think, yes." "I appreciate your honesty." "Damn it." "Well?" "Better." "T-cell count's improving." "I Still got HIV?" "You'll always test positive for HIV." "And now you've got AIDS 'cause of all the toxic shit you've been putting in your body." "You shot your immune system." "Now you got chronic pneumonia, among other things." "It can cause memory loss, mood swings, aching joints." "If it sucks, I got it." "Yeah." "I can't get my cock up, all that shit." "If it is shit, I got it, don't I?" "Yeah, well, let's not start a pity party too soon." "That is DDC." "It acts as an antiviral, similar to AZT, but less toxic." "And this is Peptide T." "It's a protein, totally non-toxic." "Early studies have shown that this can help with all that." "It's what I've been giving you since you got here." "You can't buy this in the USA?" "Not approved." "Shit." "Look at this place." "Fucking chinks, homos, herbs, hot nurses." "You got a regular New World Order going on here, Vass." "You could be making a fortune off of this." "You get caught, don't say you got AIDS." "They'll never let you back in." "And a blessed day to you, sir." "Have a blessed day." "Whoa." " Anything to declare?" " No, nothing." "Have a good day." "Thank you." "And a blessed day to you, sir." "Father, passport please." "Anything to declare?" "No, sir, nada." "You're a priest?" "Yes, I am." "I'm Richard Barkley from the Food and Drug Administration office." "How can I help you, Mr. Barkley?" "Well..." "You have over 3,000 pills here." "You're only allowed to bring in a 90-day supply." "Yes, as I was telling the gentleman earlier," "I'm a sick man." "I happen to have cancer." "I take 33 pills a day." "These are my vials of vitamins, that is a non-toxic protein serum." "This is my 90-day supply." "Vitamins?" "You do realize that importing illegal drugs for sale, it's a very serious offense." "Well, of course it is, and as I said, they're not for sale, nor are they illegal." "Merely unapproved." "If we get the slightest indication that you're selling these drugs for profit," "you could be thrown in jail for a very long time, Father." "Hand to God, I promise to take every single one of these pills myself." "My life depends on them, son." "Cowboy, you coming in?" "Fuckin' kiddin' me?" "This man also had a transfusion." "The AZT, we can tell who's on it by the symptoms." "Most of them need new blood." "He's actually getting worse." "So why are they stopping the trial?" "What d'you mean?" "Avonex Industries." "You didn't see the memo?" "Claim most people are feeling better, and fewer people are dying." "Transfusions always make patients feel better." "Give the placebo patients new blood, they'll feel better, too." "I have questions about the drug's safety, David." "It's dropping white blood cells in a lot of my patients." "Yeah, well, it's their call, Eve, so we can get the drug to the people who actually need it." "But after eight months?" "Well, the test results were overwhelmingly positive." "AZT works." "We don't know what the long-term effects are." "It's irresponsible." "These people die, Eve." "There are no long-term effects." "Can I read a copy of the study?" "Still being written." "Hey!" "Hey!" "Hey!" "Hey!" "Jesus fucking Christ, you fucking idiot!" "I've been looking for you, Lonestar." "Know I coulda killed you, huh?" "I feel better, I wanted to thank you." "Well, good for you, now get the fuck outta my car." "I need more of that cocktail shit you got." "Listen, Tinkerbell, unless you got more cash or new clients," "I'm busy, now get the fuck outta my car." "Let's just do this quickly so I can get the fuck out." "You got enough for 20 of us?" "Yep!" "You know what?" "You don't deserve our money, you homophobic asshole." "Toodaloo!" "Am I fuckin' dreamin' or what?" "I got your 20 in the trunk." "Find me 20 more, cut you in." "Five percent." "Adios, cowboy." "Fuck's your problem?" "I can handle your insults, but five percent?" "A'ight, 10." "Twenty five, take it or leave it." "I don't have all day." "God damn it." "Deal?" "Deal." "We'll take care of y'all." "Two T's, one Vit." "How much is on each bottle." "Rayon!" "Where the fuck you going?" "C'mon in, it's a fucking bore out here!" "God damn it." "He with the most honey attracts the most bees." "Yep." "Lots of customers here, darling." "A little smile would go a long way." "Ever hear of Peptide T?" "Thank you." "Fuck off." "Ronnie, where you going?" "You've got to be kiddin' me." "This place is perfect." "We wanna lay low, not get busted." "Besides, I got a plan." "Well, it's very in, turquoise." "Right up your alley" "This place is disgusting." "We have got to disinfect." "Do not use the word "we."" "Now, you wanna put your apron on, start cleaning shit up." "I wouldn't know where to start." "Well, howdy, Counselor." "Hi, I'm Rayon." "That's my partner." "Business partner." "Your office is next door." "Have fun, boys." "Now, this is all for your personal use?" "Oh, absolutely." "I got you the paperwork for your corporation." "I do not wanna know what that is for." "Well, I ain't selling drugs no more, Counselor." "I'm givin' them away, for free by selling memberships." "Four hundred dollars a month in dues, and you get all the meds you want." "You son of a bitch." "Bitches." "Plural." "There's a bunch of faggots up in New York runnin' a hell of a racket just like this." "It's where I got the idea." "Welcome to the Dallas Buyers Club." "Avonex Industries announced today that AZT has been approved as the first drug to treat AIDS." "At the cost of $10,000 per year, per patient," "AZT is the most expensive drug ever marketed." "Avonex stock jumped a whopping 12 percent today on the news." "I know." "I hope he's okay, too." "It's been too long." "Oh, my Lord, I'll call you back." "Michael and Ian, the happiest couple in the entire universe." "Oh, my God." "Gimme some sugar." "Ian, you look like a two dollar bill." "Hold on, you just stay right here, okay?" "I'm so glad that you came." "We're gonna fix you up." "Ronnie, we got two new customers." "You call me Ronnie again," "I'm gonna use this to give you that sex change you've been hopin' for." "Send them in." "Meet the big boss." "C'mon in." "Oh, shit, sorry." "C'mon, sit down." "Rayon, turn that shit down!" "Meds and the treatments are free, but membership is $400 a month." "All right?" "You're gonna hafta sign a waiver." "We are not responsible for the drugs that we give you." "You croak, you croak." "It's not our problem." "It's yours." "We have some AZT, and it helped Ian a little in the beginning." "All right, first off, flush that shit down the toilet." "It's bad news." "Secondly, stay away from anything that's gonna cook your insides." "You gotta stay clean." "Third, if your brain's broke, your wires are crossed," "I got a little something called Peptide T, it's gonna fix you right up." "Clear?" "I got a starter pack." "I'll have more in a week." "Until then, watch what you eat and who you eat." "$400." "Rayon, give me some coffee." "Coming up, Ronnie." "He didn't call, leave a message?" "No, nothing." "He did change his address recently." "Thanks." "Shohu Okaiku?" "Uh-huh." "Interferon." "How much can I buy from you?" "Yes, Mr. Yamata." "Let me figure out how much I can take off your hands." "Listen, I'm gonna hafta call you back." "Mr. Yamata, I have to go, I'm gonna call you back, okay?" "Yes." "Arigato." "What are you doing here?" "Well, I live here." "Where's Rayon?" "You roommates?" "Not exactly." "What are you doing here?" "Roger Thompson?" "This is my patient." "You treating these people?" "They're treatin' themselves." "With what?" "Vitamins, Peptide T, DDC, anything but that poison you're hawking'." "Say, you ever wear any color?" "Seems like every time I see you, all I see is white." "You have a white coat, white shoes, white..." "Tell Rayon I was looking for him, and I'm telling my patients to stay away from here." "Excuse me." "Say you wanna go grab a steak sometime, I know it's red, but..." "That's the shit that'll rot your insides." "What a surprise." "FDA approved." "The fuck is potassium benzoate?" "Preservative." "You kiddin' me?" "Hey, don't pollute me with this processed crap." "I'm eatin' healthy, and you should too." "It's protein, it's good for you." "It's processed, put it back." "You can't tell me what to do." "Such a bully!" "Hey, Ron." "Hey, what say, T.J.?" "How you doin', man?" "Oh, just trying to make a livin', you know how it is." "Yeah, I do." "Jesus, fucking faggots everywhere." "Hey, T.J., this is Rayon." "Rayon, T.J." "Hey." "He said hi to you, shake his hand." "C'mon, buddy, what's your problem?" "Fuck you." "Shake his hand, T.J. C'mon." "Shake his hand, T.J. Give him a good one." "All right?" "All right." "Now, will you fuck off?" "Go on back to your miserable life." "Hmm?" "What?" "Put 'em back." "All right, guys, hang in there, we'll get you hooked up shortly." "Fifty bucks?" "No." "A'ight?" "You ain't got the money, you don't join the club." "Hey, everybody!" "Let's get this straight." "Membership, 400 bucks." "If you're a member, you get the meds." "If you're not a member, you don't." "Got it?" "I'm not running a goddamn charity." "You need $350 more." "Your bags are all packed and here's your ticket." "Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, Ray!" "Fuckin' high?" "None of your business." "Well, when it concerns my business, it sure the fuck is my business." "If I can't trust you, it is my business." "You motherfucker." "Denise, get in here!" "You're in charge." "No!" "You can trust me." "Yeah, yeah, yeah!" "Fucking junkie, look at you, you're a fucking mess!" "Oh, God." "Get your shit straight." "Or I'll chunk you to the curb along with your 25 fuckin' percent." "Quit acting like a little bitch!" "Have my new Caddy at the airport for when I get back, and watch over that fucking monkey." "Mr. Woodroof." "Mmm." "Regarding your order." "Mmm-hmm." "I am so sorry but we are no longer allowed to export interferon to United States." "Well, what d'you mean, Doc?" "We discussed this two weeks ago on the telephone." "I was not aware of the regulation two weeks ago." "I am sorry." "I know you've come a long way." "Fourteen hours on a plane but, hey, who gives a shit though, right?" "Look, if it's about money." "I could make it worth your while, all right?" "I've got a briefcase full of cash right here." "Please, understand." "Japanese doctors would be the only ones who can make the purchase." "Slow drip." "Interferon?" "Very strong." "God damn, I like your style, Hiroshi." "Okay, prepare the sedation." "Ten milligrams of Propofol." "Can I have your passport please?" "Yes, have Dr. Sevard proceed until I get there." "I've gotta go." "Where you coming from?" "Oh, excuse me, um, Japan." "Medical research." "Good to be back in the USA." "Thank you, sir." "We don't know what the drugs are." "He's got HIV,." "Wood roof?" "AIDS." "I got AIDS." "Won't you come on in, join the party." "Ah, Mr. Woodroof." "Dr. See-vard." "I'll bet you're surprised to see me." "Well, you nearly killed yourself, so we need to know where you acquired the drugs." "Well, I need to know just exactly what you're pumping into my bloodstream here, Doc." "All right, this is a combination of AZT, and you've also got a full spectrum of..." "Don't!" "Don't!" "I'm suing you for attempted murder." "Where's my stuff, Barkley?" "Your stuff gave you a heart attack." "Go to hell." "I'll say what goes in my body, not you." "That decision, like it or not, is left up to the people in this hospital." "What d'you think, I'm one of your goddamn guinea pigs, Sevard, huh?" "I look like a rodent to you?" "Mr. Woodroof, you think you're clever?" "You shoot your body full of an unknown drug and you smuggle in a two year supply." "Well, hear this." "I will bust you." "I will take your drugs and I will burn them." "You're done." "You're a fool if you think you're helping yourself." "That's right, fucking fooled you, didn't I?" "You said I'd be dead in 30 days, well, howdy fuckin' doody, because it's a year later, and look who's still here." "I'm done with you." "Ronnie!" "You have anything left to say to me, you say it to my real doctor, Dr. Eve Saks, and you, you bring a fucking army." "Mr. Woodroof, please get back in the bed." "Enjoy the view!" "The hell is goin' on in here?" "Dr. Eve's good though, right?" "Talk straight to my fucking face." "You're his physician, and you can't tell me what medications he's on?" "He came in here once for advice and I have no idea what he does outside this hospital." "Well, the FDA just confiscated 2,000 vials of alpha interferon, which he was about to sell to AIDS patients, to our patients." "Actually, I've been reading a lot about Buyers Clubs." "They've been having some success eliminating symptoms with some of these new drugs." "Yeah, and without controlled trials, we're not gonna find a cure because we're not gonna have any legitimate data." "So tell your patients to stay away from him." "Yes, sir." "RAYON'." "No." "Yeah." "Uh-huh." "Hold on, I said hold on!" "This guy says that the Florida Buyers Club is cheaper." "Well, tell him to go back to the fucking Sunshine State!" "That's what I'm telling you, I can't get it back." "What d'you mean you can't get it back?" "It was authorized by a doctor!" "The FDA said it was a Japanese doctor with no legal standing." "What can I say?" "They make it up as they go." "God damn it!" "All right, check Amsterdam, China and Israel, 'cause that's where the fuck I'm going!" "I like your style, Doc!" "Good doing business with you." "If I don't trust the white coat who's trying to sell me the drugs," "I FedEx it to Seattle to my lab there, and they test it for me." "Then I test it all on myself before I give it to anyone." "I respect that you're learning about your illness, but some of these people need to be in the hospital." "Why?" "All they want to serve up is AZT." "AZT helps eradicate the virus." "Fuck the virus!" "Dr. Saks, you know this." "Once you got the virus, you're married to it." "AZT or not." "I'm talking about symptoms and survival." "Look, I'm no scientist, but shit..." "You're not 'cause you sound so scientific." "Are you fuckin' high again?" "Uh..." "Nope." "Why are my fucking walls painted red?" "It's cranberry mocha, it's for the holidays." "All right, look, people can live with this disease longer than they're saying, right?" "Ninety six percent of the people in the USA who have AIDS today are gonna die within six months." "I know the statistics." "Then use them." "You don't give AZT to somebody with a broken immune system, it's toxic." "If you're abusing it like you did, and you're just taking it without any medical surveillance, of course it is." "Yeah, I did abuse it." "But I'm off it now, look at me." "I'm here." "Feeling great." "And I'm not the only one." "Why is Boy George's mug all over my fucking room?" "It's Marc Bolan, silly." "It's another babe for your wall of shame." "Get out, both of you." "Take your sunflower and get the fuck out." "Oh, c'mon, I'm not finished yet." "Now." "Get out." "Isn't he cute?" "Where the hell are my trial patients?" "We need you to fill out this form." "We need your name, your address, phone number, your complete medical history and bring it back to me." "Denise!" "Excuse me." "Who's the girl?" "She's a customer." "She's HIV positive?" "She's got full blown AIDS." "Need your phone numbers, and here I'm gonna need your complete medical history, because we need to know what's going on before you..." "No, no, off the Caddy." "Oh, for fuck's sake." "No, you stick it in, pussy." "Who d'you think's gonna do that when I'm not here?" "Don't." "Stick it in!" "I swear, Ray," "God sure was dressing the wrong doll when he blessed you with a set of balls." "Gimme that." "Now, look, it's one thing for me not to like ya, but why can't you be a better friend to yourself?" "If I really thought you were interested, I'd tell you." "What you doin' here?" "The IRS." "You're being audited." "Oh, fuck." "Now here's a couple of the government's finest right there, huh?" "Good job, boys, great stuff." "It's how they got Al Capone isn't it?" "Don't piss 'em off." "If there's a fine, we'll pay it." "Well, if there's a fine, no, you wanna fine me, huh?" "How much you want?" "Ten grand?" "Twenty grand?" "You think that's gonna stop me?" "What's your fucking number, huh?" "What is it?" "Huh?" "Take this, motherfucker!" "Operations are expected to return to normal today at FDA headquarters outside Washington, a day after the arrest of 175 demonstrators." "The protesters, some of whom are dying from AIDS, blocked the entrances to the FDA complex." "They were demanding faster action on new drugs to treat the deadly virus." "You don't have a snowball's chance in hell wearing that thing." "Rayon, I can assure you that I do not need help picking up ladies from your sorry ass." "Trailer trash and rodeo groupies do not count as ladies." "You get her flowers?" "Oh, hell!" "Mmm-hmm." "Have a good time, girls." "Oh, Ron." "Wildflowers, Texas style." "That's for you." "Really?" "Mmm-hmm." "Well, that's beautiful." "I don't even hafta water them." "Nope." "Thank you." "Thanks for coming." "Sure." "Guess who paid me a little visit today." "Who?" "IRS." "They're trying to run me out of town." "Got any idea who might have tipped them off?" "You don't believe that I would actually..." "No, no, not you." "That snake you work for, that's my prime candidate." "I gotta ask you if you can watch what you say around him," "I mean, 'cause he's got a hard-on for me." "As a matter of fact, if you heard anything, hear anything in his office that might concern me or the business, I'd sure appreciate you share with me." "Appreciate it." "Hello sir, bring us your best bottle of Cabernet." "Nice restaurant, beautiful woman, swear I feel like a human again." "Why are we here?" "Well just for this, wine, dine, have a good time, enjoy ourselves." "Right." "It's as simple as that, I promise you, doll." "C'mon, try it with me." "Breathe." "Relax, smell the steak." "If you need more inspiration, just look at the handsome man sitting across the table from you, paying for your dinner tonight." "Huh?" "All right." "Why d'you become a doctor?" "Really?" "Why'd I become a doctor?" "Um..." "I was good at science and my dad said that studying history was a waste of time, so I went to med school." "Your dad sounds like a practical man." "He was." "He was." "Your turn, what about you?" "Why did you become..." "Electrician." "An electrician?" "Right." "My dad was an electrician, pretty darn good one, too." "He was a hell of a lot better drinker." "I can imagine." "Anyway, I was around it a lot, the electrician part." "Got kinda good at it." "Liked to open shit up, check out the insides, put it back together, hell, somebody thought I was good enough at it to pay me a little money for it, so I kept some change in my pocket and I ended up being" "the proud owner of a Texaco card." "What about your mom?" "Mom was a painter." "Um..." "Kind of a gypsy woman." "She got tired of the bullshit and all that, you know how it is?" "She paint this?" "Yep." "Your mom?" "Yep." "You ain't gotta hang it or nothin'," "I mean, I know, like, you like everything perfect." "I do not." "I will hang this." "I'm gonna hang this." "Good." "Don't you wanna keep it?" "You enjoy your life, little lady." "You only got one." "Yes, sir, that's my favorite grape juice." "Hey, thanks for coming." "To wild flowers!" "And bottle and rib eyes." "I'm gonna kill him." "See you next week." "I have a court order permitting me to confiscate..." "You all are handsome, but if you don't have a search warrant, you ain't coming in." "Ron!" "The hell is this?" "Sorry, Ron." "Gentlemen, I'm gonna need y'all to leave the premises in an orderly fashion, please." "Mr. Woodroof, I have a court order permitting us to confiscate any and all non FDA-approved drugs or supplements." "My entire inventory." "That's aloe vera, sir." "It's a plant." "How the shit d'you care if people eat plants?" "It's improperly labeled." "That's a violation of FDA regulations." "That's a bullshit technicality, and you know it." "Rayon, get my lawyer on the phone." "Yeah!" "We're concerned with preventing a market for illegal drugs." "What's illegal about a bunch of vitamins and minerals, huh?" "Vitamins and minerals that gave you a heart attack, remember?" "No, I ain't selling them no more, you confiscated them, remember?" "What, you got Alzheimer's, Richard?" "Take some of that Peptide T." "Fixes that, too." "No, I remember these." "Yeah, it's a fuckin' protein." "For dementia, which I have." "And for the hundredth time, just take a fucking look at my research." "Mr. Woodroof, I wouldn't want you to spend your last days in jail." "If you have a product that you want tested, fill out an application and go through the process." "Don't threaten me, motherfucker." "The process." "An FDA bullshit to pay up." "I know what the fuck that is." "You'll be getting your fine for non-compliance and improper labeling." " Yeah, shove it up your ass!" " Ron." "Your lawyer." "David!" "David, listen." "These fuckers are coming at me, man, from all angles." "I wanna file a restraining order." "Against who?" "Against the government and the fucking FDA, that's who." "DO it!" "Now the FDA is proposing a permanent change in its regulations." "These new regulations specifically will have special criteria that would apply to immediately life-threatening conditions, recognizing that such patients are willing to accept the greater risk than that which normally would be the case." "The drugs may only be purchased by individuals who have been prescribed the medication by a physician." "Now, what the hell does that mean?" "Means we were unapproved, now we're illegal." "You put the seat down?" "Right!" "Mmm-hmm." "Yep!" "Now, I gotta get these MDs to write some goddamn scripts so we can keep dealing." "Mmm-hmm." "Look, I'm gonna stay on the domestic side, all right," "I need you to check out the internationals." "All right, start with Amsterdam." "Right." "There's a Dr. Bradley out in Alberta." "He'll play ball with us." "All right, call me back." "Hey, Chelsea!" "Get them smokies a round of beers, will you?" "The credit cards are maxed, pharmacy bills are due." "You better hang on to your money, honey." "Mmm-hmm." "How 'bout that size, huh?" "I think they'd look nice on me." "You ain't getting tits, Rayon." "Now look here, memberships are high, so is demand, so all we need is more members, and where do we get those?" "Uh..." "Support groups." "Exactly." "In the meantime, we could try the bank." "Yeah!" "Bonnie and Clyde coming in for a loan." "Would ya stop staring at her tits, Rayon?" "You're starting to look normal." "Oh, you keep the change, honey, you deserve it." "What you got?" "Sorry to hear about your dad's Alzheimer's, Tuck." "This stuff will help." "Woodroof." "There we go." "This place is a shithole." "I'll give you $150 a month, plus 20% off your memberships for four months." "Mr. Woodroof." "Now don't try and con me." "We don't want money." "What the fuck you want?" "The house is free." "We wanna help." "Well, that's good news." "Deal." "You fucking with me?" "RON"." "We got a club, just down the street, where you can get the meds that I'm talking about." "We treat more than five times the amount of patients as large AIDS clinics, and get this." "We got only one-tenth the death ratio." "So, you wanna be here some more?" "Check us out, here's my information." "Step on up, let's do some business." "We're open 24/7." "She looks great." "I guess I didn't make the cut." "You made that choice yourself." "It wasn't a choice, Dad." "What do you want, Raymond?" "Oh, I'm fine, thanks, and you?" "Long time, no see." "I suppose I should thank you for wearing men's clothes?" "Not embarrassing me?" "Are you ashamed of me, 'cause I hadn't realized that." "God help me." "He is helping you, I have AIDS." "I'm sorry, Dad." "I met somebody who's been very kind to me and I'd like to repay that debt," "but I need help." "Please." "How's Mom?" "Raymond." "Look, we're gonna have to recoup it under a different name or something." "I understand what you're saying, even with this new rule from the FDA." "I'm sorry." "Mr. Woodroof, I'm not changing my mind." "God damn it." "RAYON'." "God, when I meet you," "I'm gonna be pretty, if it's the last thing I do." "I'll be a beautiful angel." "Dr. Browning, I understand, all right, but do you understand where I'm coming from?" "You..." "Doc?" "Not one fucking MD will write me a script." "Not one." "Motherfuckers." "Well, maybe this will help." "Where d'you get this?" "D'you sell your ass?" "Really, where d'you get it?" "I sold my life insurance policy." "Not like I'm gonna need it anyway." "Thank you." "Guess who's going to Mexico looking for a hot date, huh?" "What d'you say?" "Do I look like someone who takes vacations?" "Well, a little tequila, sunshine and tacos never hurt anybody." "Sounds nice." "Is that a no?" "Mmm." "I kinda figured you might rain on my party, but I had to take a shot, didn't I?" "Listen, I'm onto something new." "Looks real promising, and I need to ask you a favor." "I need you to write me some 'scriptions for when I come back across the border." "Now I may not need 'em, but if I do, then I'll have 'em." "You know this law the FDA just passed is total bullshit." "It's all lip-service." "I know." "You're right." "And I can't either, I'm sorry." "We can't write scripts for random people, random drugs." "Plus, what if something goes wrong with these drugs'?" "We could be sued, lose our license." "I know, I know." "I hear you." "Well, had to give it a shot." "Speaking of, I'll be taking one this afternoon thinking about you." "Señor?" "Nah, you keep that, Nurse Ratched." "Life is strange" "Sing to me, baby." "Okay, I'm taking you to the hospital." "No, no, no." "Rayon." "No!" "Rayon!" "Trust me you need..." "No!" "I don't wanna die." "I don't wanna die." "You're not gonna die." "You're not gonna die, now just come trust me, c'mon." "C'mon!" "The secretions the caterpillar uses to protect itself during the incubation period act as a non-toxic antiviral for humans." "The answer to a question." "Check this out." "This is The Lancet medical review, and they published this study that was conducted in France and it proves that AZT alone is too toxic for most to tolerate, and has no lasting effect on HIV blood levels." "Now, of course, Avonex Industries and the NIH, they didn't include this study in their press release." "Fuck no, they didn't." "Now these are early trial results for Fluconazole." "The anti-fungal?" "Yeah." "Yeah, I read about this." "Want to take some home?" "As much as I can carry." "You can come in if you want." "Oh, no." "I took him off it as you instructed." "He's just on morphine now." "Good." "I'll be in my office." "Thanks for calling." "Ladies and gentlemen, we've just been cleared to land at the Dallas-Forth Worth International Airport." "Please make sure your seat belt is securely fastened." "The flight attendants are currently passing around the cabin to make a final compliance check and pick up any remaining cups and glasses." "Walker, Dorsett, Blount, Newsome, Jeff coat." "These are patients?" "Yes, sir." "They're also the names of players on the Dallas Cowboys." "No shit?" "That's a hell of a coincidence, isn't it?" "Ain't this a little ridiculous?" "You said it." "Can you prove these are patients?" "Can you prove they're not?" "How you doin', Denise?" "All right." "These are the emergencies." "Where's the idiot?" "I thought you knew." "The hospital." "I need security on the fourth floor right away." "What d'you say?" "I can't hear you." "Mr. Woodroof." "You need to wait outside." "You son of a bitch." "You murdered him." "Excuse me, you need to wait outside." "Murderer." "You're a murderer!" "Security!" "You call yourself a doctor?" "Huh?" "You're a fucking murderer!" "Let go of me!" "Don't let him kill you!" "Don't let him fucking kill you!" "You're killing them!" "Take him out of this hospital." "Don't let him pump that shit in you!" "You're a fucking murderer!" "Hey?" "Mister?" "Jesus." "I got the money." "Excuse me." "Ron, I got two from Austin, both on AZT." "Their insurance is paying for their treatment, but they don't know if they can afford to switch." "Hook 'em up." "We're pretty cash poor." "Sell the car." "Anemia, cancer, bone marrow depletion, seizures, fever, hearing loss, impotence, neuropathy." "Sound like AIDS to you?" "Nah, that there comes in a box of AZT, a list of the side effects." "No wonder Rayon is dead." "Rayon was a drug addict." "He didn't die from one day of AZT, he died from the disease as a whole." "And you stole my prescription pad, Ron, so don't accuse me of acting irresponsibly." "Rayon came to the hospital on his own." "He got dragged out in a goddamn garbage bag!" "He was my friend, too!" "RON"." "Read that." "I want all my HIV patients on the asymptomatic study to have their AZT doses lowered to the minimum." "Six hundred milligrams." "I got over 3,000 people who need to get their hands on Peptide T, all right, including me." "I understand." "They shut your lab down." "What can I say?" "Look, if I don't get it by the end of the week, I wanna file a lawsuit." "C'mon, Ron." "You lost the restraining order, remember?" "This is Texas." "The court system's your final resort." "Well, then find a place where it fucking ain't." "Go to San Francisco." "Get me a goddamn sissy judge." "Just figure it out." "Ten thousand of 'em." "Perfect." "I would like to turn it over to my colleague from the CDC to talk about prevention." "Mr. Woodroof." "Would you kindly tell us what you're doing?" "Oh, I'm just givin' people information, Richard, about this trial I'm in." "Wanna make sure they know what's goin' on." "And what is going on?" "Why d'you cut off Peptide T, Richard, huh?" "Non-toxic drug that I got proof works, and that the National Institute of Mental Health, your own people, say is completely safe." "Pass this down." "Mr. Woodroof, I'm afraid that you are nothing more than a common drug dealer, so if you'll excuse us, we would like..." "Oh, I'm the drug dealer?" "No, you're the fucking drug dealer." "I mean, God damn, people are dying, and y'all are all up there afraid that we're going to find an alternative without you." "See, the pharma companies pay the FDA to push their product." "So, fuck no, they don't wanna see my research." "All right!" "It's enough!" "I don't have enough cash in my pocket to make it worth their while." "Tell you what, I'm gonna be a pain in your ass until I'm six feet under!" "Maybe one day, you'll get off your ass and do your fucking job!" "I need you to leave, let's go." "Here, pass these around, would you?" "Come on, sir." "Let's go." "Don't listen to those cocksuckers." "We think it is in everyone's best interest that you resign." "I won't." "You'll have to fire me." "Eve!" "Eve!" "Y'all go fuck yourselves!" "Well..." "One left." "That took some balls." "Hey, nice warm hug?" "Yeah." "That's what you need, that and a day of watching bull riding." "Dr. Wood roof's orders." "You ever miss your regular life?" "Regular life?" "What is that?" "It doesn't exist." "Yeah, I guess." "No, no, I just..." "I just wanna..." "What?" "Ice cold beer, bull ride again." "Take my woman dancing, you know?" "I want kids." "I mean, I got one life right?" "Mine." "But I want somebody else's sometimes." "Sometimes I feel like I'm fighting for a life I ain't got time to live." "I want it to mean somethin'." "It does." "Get out of the road, jackass!" "Sir!" "You're in the middle of the street." "Step over by your vehicle right now." "Step over by your car." "Hey, I got ya!" "Sir, step out of the road." "Hey!" "I got it!" "Ron, what the hell is going on, huh?" "D'you understand me?" "C'mon." "I'll get you home." "The constitution, specifically the Ninth Amendment, does not state that you have the right to be mentally healthy or physically healthy." "It does state that you have a right to choose your own medical care, but that is interpreted as medicalcarethatisapproved by the Food and Drug Administration." "Regarding the FDA, the court is highly disturbed by its bullying tactics and direct interference with a drug whose own agency has found to be non-toxic." "The FDA was formed to protect people, not prevent them from getting help." "The law doesn't seem to make much common sense sometimes." "And if a person has been found to be terminally ill, they ought to be able to take just about anything they feel will help," "but that's not the law." "Mr. Woodroof, I'm moved to compassion by your plight, but what is lacking here is legal authority to intervene." "I'm sorry, this case is hereby dismissed." "We lost." "Ladies and gentlemen." "What?" "Yes, indeed, the number one spectator event." "Let me hear you, c'mon." "Whoop it up." "Make some noise!" "It's your event, the one you paid to see." "It's bull-riding time!" "We've got a live one!" "The great jawbreaker!" "Number 43, Ron Woodroof!" "Give the man a helping hand." "And now, here's one of those top bulls, the one the cowboys all wanna ride." "Ain't no denying, this one means business." "It's all about the mind." "An eight second ride." "Let's go, cowboy!" "Pull that rope!" "Clap your hands, stomp your feet!" "Make some noise!" "It's bull ride time!"