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INT. NASA MEDICAL ROOM – DAY
A cold, white-tiled room. Fluorescent lights hum overhead. FRANK, JERRY, TANK, and HAWK—all in their 50s—stand awkwardly just inside the door. Each one feels a mix of nostalgia and dread.
TANK
(looking around, uneasy)
You guys think the medical's gonna be like it was in the '60s?
FRANK
(smirking)
God, I hope not. That was brutal.
JERRY
(half-laughing)
I still have trauma from that rubber-glove snap.
HAWK
(folding his arms)
They’re not gonna change. Bureaucracy doesn’t age.
Just then, a heavyset, bald DOCTOR in his late 50s enters. He carries a clipboard and speaks with military-like authority.
DOCTOR FELL
All right, gentlemen. You know what to do. Don’t be shy—clothes off. Everything.
The men stare at him blankly for a beat.
TANK
(sighs, muttering)
Just like the '60s.
JERRY (thinking)
Of course it’s the same. NASA probably has the same gloves, too.
They start undressing slowly, chuckling nervously. One by one, shirts, pants, socks drop to the floor. They glance at each other’s aging bodies.
FRANK
(pointing at Hawk’s stomach)
What happened to “fit to fly”?
HAWK
Hey, this is veteran insulation. Keeps me warm in low orbit.
TANK
(grinning)
Still more defined than Frank’s sense of humor.
JERRY (thinking as he looks down at himself)
Well... gravity always wins.
The laughter settles. They line up side by side—completely naked. DOCTOR FELL snaps on a pair of gloves.
DOCTOR FELL
Let’s move it, gentlemen. Line up. Shoulder to shoulder.
They shuffle awkwardly into place.
DOCTOR FELL (CONT'D)
Now, I want you to cough when I say so.
He steps in front of TANK and begins the hernia check.
DOCTOR FELL
Cough.
TANK coughs.
DOCTOR FELL
Again.
TANK coughs louder. Just then, the door opens.
A redheaded FEMALE DOCTOR in her 40s steps in confidently. She's professional, calm, and carrying a tablet.
DOCTOR GREEN
Good morning, gentlemen. I’m Doctor Green. I’ll be assisting Doctor Fell today.
TANK, FRANK, and HAWK gasp and instinctively cover themselves. Hands fly awkwardly to groins. JERRY stands completely unfazed, still grinning.
TANK (thinking)
You have got to be kidding me.
FRANK (thinking)
Abort mission. Abort mission!
HAWK (thinking)
I didn’t train for this.
JERRY, smiling, makes direct eye contact with Doctor Green.
JERRY
Hi there.
Doctor Green steps closer, looks down at his exposed body, then back up at his face. She gives a small, polite smile.
DOCTOR GREEN
Pleasure to meet you, Jerry.
She walks out. A tense silence lingers. JERRY keeps smiling proudly.
TANK
(smirking)
Nothing to be ashamed of.
FRANK
(grumbling)
Easy for you to say...
The other men groan. DOCTOR FELL snaps his gloves again.
DOCTOR FELL
Next.
FADE OUT.
Let me know if you want a continuation of this scene—like the rest of the exam or how the guys talk afterward—or if you want to write it as part of a longer short film.
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