Hancock Page #11

MARY:

(SAVIOR)

Are you OK?

HANCOCK:

I'm sorry.

MARY:

(NERVOUS)

I came in to... hope you like chicken.

Hancock nods, watching Mary as she retreats into the kitchen. He

continues to stare - at Mrs. Longfellow, in frenetics, prepping

for dinner.

She catches him looking... looking surreal, this superman, there

on her sofa.

A calm, while they stare. And then...

AARON (O:
S.)

Table's done.

Mary turns to Aaron, offscreen.

MARY:

Glasses.

AARON (O.S.)

Geez.

Horus enters from the hallway, disheveled from sleep. He does

not see the superman on his sofa. He continues into the kitchen.

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Mary stares at him. Aaron appears, also staring at him. Horus

does a "what?" with his shoulders. Mother and son gesture behind

him.

He turns and beholds: Hancock,' rising in full garb, arm

extended. All eyes on Horus - befuddled.

MARY:

You know Hancock?

AARON:

He comes for dinner.

Close on Hancock. Close on Horus.

HANCOCK:

Man of the house?

INT. KITCHEN - NIGHT

Dinner is served. All the key players, present. Horus sits

facing his son - dethroned by the distinguished visitor. Mary

serves.

MARY:

(to Hancock)

Which piece would you like?

HANCOCK:

Breasts, please.

Horus, watching everything - Mary and her every blush.

AARON:

You want milk?

HANCOCK:

No. It gives me gas. Thank you.

A beat - as everyone visualizes a superFART.

AARON:

It makes mom fart, too.

Mary CHOKES on her food.

Drops her fork. She maneuvers, in the allotted space, for the

utensil - and finding difficulty.

Hancock grabs the table, one arm. Lifts it off the carpet and

above everyone's head. Mary, startled, impressed, all of the

above. She picks up the fork.

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Horus - a chicken leg dangling from his lips, in mid-chew,.

looking impotent.

AARON (CONT'D)

Good arm.

INT. KITCHEN - NIGHT

Later.

HANCOCK:

not about the labor... or the love of

it.

(beat; we've heard this before)

.It's about responsibility... with what is

empowered in you. The gift of might.

Might to.do what? Exploitation, because

you can? Or a different path. To purvey

justice. To correct the ills of man...

because I can.

Faces of profound confusion - Mary and Aaron. But they are

charmed, his words secondary to his charisma.

Horus, the quiet observer, observes.

HANCOCK (CONY' D)

(CONTINUING)

so, a job? Yes. And no. It's about...

essence. The essence of the man... not

his clothes. It's the job. Take away the

arm,. the leg..., his bodily possessions

but not his trade, his profession. That

case, you strip him of what he is... a

man.

Horus a firm grasp of the concept.

HANCOCK (CONY' D)

What line of work are you in, Mr.

Longfellow?

HORUS:

(clearing throat)

Oh, it's not like you... what you do or

anything. A department store over on

Third.

MARY:

Horus is in the securities business.

HORUS:

I'm a security guard. I'm just...

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Aaron rises from the table. Goes over to the fridge.

MARY:

It's a large department store, over a

couple million in merchandise... stereos,

jewelry. On three floors.

HORUS:

It's a night job. I sit around.

HANCOCK:

You're a security guard. You keep the

state of things. It's a job. You do it.

(PAUSE)

We're in the same business.

Aaron returns with the ketchup bottle.

A frozen moment while Horus ponders the implications. He stares

at the BOTTLE.

HANCOCK (CONT'D)

Aaron, could you show me the restroom?

Aaron points first door in the hall.

AARON:

On the right.

He leaves to find bladder relief - leaving Horus to his family.

AARON (CONT' D)

What do you think, mom?

MARY:

(in a whisper)

Horus, what do I do?

HORUS:

(at his watch)

I need to get ready.

AARON:

mom?

MARY:

(to Horus)

What do I do with him... when you're

gone? I have to entertain this super...

She doesn't finish her... A NOISE interrupts her - seizes the

participants.

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It comes from the bathroom - the sound of PISS, urine versus the

surface tension.of water.

LOUD. WET. A turgid firehose at full blast. The force of

urination grips the room - as powerful as the penile mechanism

from which it is generated.

The toilet FLUSHES. Hancock returns to a'room of astonished

faces - mouths agape.

INT. KITCHEN - NIGHT

Later,. by a few minutes.

HANCOCK:

(lost; sombre)

and you could see the flames, through

the storm... I get there, the vessel's

all over, spread across three miles of

South Pacific. Bodies floating in the

water, shoes, kids who'd thought it some

routine reconnaissance joyride. Turns

out, the only one alive was the captain,

up against a buoy... crying 'cause he

didn't go down with his men... and he's

got to live with it.

(BEAT)

Sprayed his brain all over the dashboard

in a parking lot a couple months after. A

good man...

(at Aaron)

. did what he had to do.

A brief moment while the graphics sink in. No one talks. Aaron's

smitten. Mary, a mixture of repulsion and fascination.

INT. APARTMENT - NIGHT

In the kitchen, in the sink, stacks of plates indicate that

dinner is through.

Company has moved into the living room, with the exception of

Horus. Aaron kneels besides Hancock. Mary, across from him.

AARON:

(making a fist)

I wanted to kill him.

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