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WALT Guess I should've had breakfast this morning. DOCTOR There's a specialist I'd like you to see. His name is Dr. Belknap. I should have his •.• card here somewhere. Yes.
The doctor finds a business card, hands it to Walt. Walt stands in his socks, staring at the card for a long beat. WALT Oncologist ••• DOCTOR (forced breezy) It's probably absolutely nothing. INT. DR. BELKNAP'S OFFICE/EXAM AREA - DAY Days later. A MONTAGE OF CLOSE-UPS: a blood pressure cuff gets pumped with a WHOOSH-WHOOSH-WHOOSH; a stethoscope slides here and there over bare skin; glands get palpated; blood is drawn; eyes, ears, nose and throat are checked; more blood is drawn; colorful MRIs pop up on a monitor; still more BLOOD is drawn. END MONTAGE. CUT TO -- Walt in his street clothes, sitting in a red leather chair. He's staring almost directly into camera. SILENCE. Up from it rises a faint sort of buzzy, shimmering TINNITUS sound. It's the RINGING in Walt's ears. It gets louder as we slowly CREEP IN on Walt's face. He's staring at us blankly. He's staring at: Walt's POV -- DOCTOR BELKNAP. Dr. Belknap is a balding man in his late fifties. On a good day, he's maybe avuncular. He's sitting behind his desk, looking right at us, talking in slight SLOW-MOTION. We don't hear a single word he's saying. We only hear the buzzy RINGING. CLOSER POV -- we tilt down from Belknap's face, his moving lips, to his doctor's coat. On the pristine white of his lapel, there's a spot of yellow MUSTARD. We fixate on it. Suddenly: DR. BELKNAP --Mr. White? Are you listening?
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