Hancock Page #12

MARY:

Aaron.

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AARON:

I want to deck him, just once. So bad I

tense up... like I can't even move.

MARY:

(to Hancock)

He comes home crying.

AARON:

Did not. Not crying. It was pissed-off.

HANCOCK:

(REACTS)

No... there's no shame in it. The crying.

It's relief...

(to Mary)

we're older and we don't remember

when... we go, "God, when was the last

time?" Maybe it's me. It's more an

effort, now. Takes more pain... more

blood. Like it's, do you have the time

anymore? Even to look back and recall a

moving experience. To be moved.

(AARON)

By rage. Hurt.

(MARY)

By love.

(BEAT)

But if you have to remember the last time

something touched you... you've missed it

- you've forgotten how to cry.

Horus enters the room, Mr. Security Guard. He observes this

magic Hancock works over his wife and kid - a talent whose

nature he has yet to comprehend.

Horus opts to not disturb their trance. He makes for the door.

Hancock - holds him accountable.

HANCOCK (CONT'D)

(AWARE)

Mr. Longfellow. I'll be leaving, too.

HORUS:

Oh, I... you don't have to leave. I don't

want to interfere. I have work.

MARY:

(the original sin)

Oh, I forgot to make coffee.

She rushes into the kitchen. Horus stops her.

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HORUS:

It's all right, Mary. I'm late.

MARY:

No, I'll make it right now.

HORUS:

I don't have time. I'll grab some on the

way. Thanks.

Mary accepts it - not entirely guilt-free.

HORUS (CONT' D)

(CONTINUING)

I don't want to interrupt. Please don't

let me stop you.

HANCOCK:

No, I need to go.

(at' Mary and only Mary)

The last time I had a meal... an evening

like this, I was... it was too long ago.

I appreciate your kindness.

MARY:

(AWKWARD)

Please... you're welcome, here. Anytime.

Horus watches everything - watching her chest heave under

Hancock's every word, watching his wife slip away.

HANCOCK:

Aaron. Tomorrow. After the bell. I'll

drop by after school. See how you're

doing.

AARON:

(SMILES)

Yeah.

Horus watches this - his son slipping away.

The two men leave, Hancock ushering Horus out first.

Mary closes the door behind them. Leans against the door and

EXHALES - a sign of relief, of despair, or, of a heart raging

wild.

We just .don't know.

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EXT. APARTMENT - NIGHT

The two men appear from the entrance, shoulder to shoulder -

sort of. They enter the street.

HORUS:

(POINTING)

I'm this way.

Hancock points the opposite way.

HANCOCK:

Need a lift?

HORUS:

It's a short walk.

Acknowledged.

An awkward beat while they stare at each other...

. until finally, they go their separate ways - Horus via walk

and Hancock, with effortless grace,, via flight.

From the sidewalk and awe-stricken - Horus watches Hancock merge

into the blackness. A look of dread squats on his face.

CUT TO:

INT. DONUT SHOP - NIGHT

The white fluorescent of the neighborhood donut shop. Donuts.

Coffee. Yellow formica. Etc..

A frazzled Korean woman, SOON-YI (60) watches over HOLLY (19),

the trainee behind the cash register.

Officer Rutger and Adams sip Joe in the corner booth.

ADAMS:

(MID-CONFESSION)

bleeding heart dyke, I know not what.

F*** martyrdom. Bottom line, Sheila won't

put out...

RUTGER:

No.

ADAMS:

. won't blow me...

RUTGER:

Sh*t stinks.

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ADAMS:

says I'm keeping poontang on the

side.

RUTGER:

D'f*** she know? Sh*t smears, man.

ADAMS:

Games. I don't need it.

RUTGER:

F*** games, f*** dames.

ADAMS:

I got a'wife, I don't need the

aggravation...

RUTGER:

Take a donut hole.

The entrance. Horus wanders in, lost in this environment. He

finds the front counter. The cops watch him.

HORUS:

A cup of coffee, please.

Holly takes the order. Leaves to fetch it.

ADAMS (O.S.)

Longfellow.

HORUS:

(turns; with dread)

How are you, John?

(RUTGER)

Frank?

ADAMS:

(god, I'm funny)

Observe anything worth recording, lately?

HORUS:

You know... things are slow.

RUTGER:

Not for Samsone Electronics on fifth. Got

hit on Thursday.

ADAMS:

The guard, he was cut-up like a piece of

meat.

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RUTGER:

Anything go wrong, you make sure you

notify us, the authorities. No heroics

without a license. You know the

procedure.

Horus - he knows the procedure.

ADAMS:

Of course he does.

RUTGER:

Of course.

Holly returns with the coffee. Hands it to Horus - free of

charge. From the back, Soon-yi intervenes...

SOON-YI

He no have gun. Not copper.

HOLLY:

Oh, I thought...

SOON-YI

He regular guy. Sixty-five cents for

regular.guy.

Horus - somebody shoot him.

INT. AARON'S BEDROOM - NIGHT

Mary's folding clothes by the dresser, busy with thought. Aaron

squats on the bed, his brain going a mile a minute. He plops

back against the bed. Brings his hand up to his face. Makes a

fist. Thinking. Wondering.

MARY:

What're you doing?

She's taken by this scene.

AARON:

(releases fist)

Thinking.

Mary goes over to the bed. Sits.

MARY:

About him?

AARON:

No. Not really. Are you?

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