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We hear a squishing noise as he grabs something large and wet and<br />
plops it into <strong>Fletch</strong>'s hand. <strong>Fletch</strong> stands there holding something<br />
icky out of frame, looking uncomfortably up at the ceiling, the<br />
floor, anywhere but at the cadaver or at the stuff in his hand.<br />
Meanwhile, we hear sounds of further incisions, and the deflating<br />
of an organ.<br />
PATHOLOGIST<br />
You never really get used to the smell, do you?<br />
<strong>Fletch</strong>'s eyes roll up, and he falls to the floor in a dead faint.<br />
59 INT. RECORDS ROOM - DAY - MINUTES LATER<br />
<strong>Fletch</strong> is on a couch, beginning to regain consciousness. The<br />
Records Nurse hovers over him.<br />
RECORDS NURSE<br />
Are you all right, Doctor?<br />
FLETCH<br />
Where am I?<br />
RECORDS NURSE<br />
You're in the Records Room.<br />
FLETCH<br />
I'm fine.<br />
RECORDS NURSE<br />
Can I get you something?<br />
FLETCH<br />
Have you got a make-shift plywood pillory? Heh Heh, just kidding.<br />
RECORDS NURSE<br />
Doctor Holmes went to get you some smelling salts.<br />
He was quite surprised that you fainted.<br />
FLETCH<br />
Well, I didn't want to say anything, but I thought<br />
the dead man was my brother.<br />
RECORDS NURSE<br />
Oh my God!<br />
FLETCH<br />
It's all right. It wasn't him but<br />
that spleen was a splitting image.<br />
He sits up and sees that just outside the glass is none other that<br />
Dr. Joseph Dolen, talking with the pathologist.<br />
FLETCH
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