Hancock Page #14

EXT. LIQUOR STORE - DAY

Horus waits outside - hands in his pockets. He paces

uncomfortably.

Roheim exits the liquor store, already imbibing from a brown

paper BAG.

Not a word from Horus.

ROHEIM:

(POST-GULP)

This stuff's going to kill me.

He gives Horus a glance. Takes another swig.

ROHEIM (CONT' D)

(CONTINUING)

You disapprove, I know.

HORUS:

No.

J:

62.

ROHEIM:

Sure you do. You disapprove and yet you

allow me to drink... to poison myself.

Your friend. Without a word of caution.

Not a word. Just take it... you take

everything.

HORUS:

No.

ROHEIM:

You're afraid to offend. You don't want

to be abrasive. Provocative.

(beat; as'Horus squirms)

So you suppress. Do nothing. Take it.

Roheim takes another gulp.

HORUS:

(pulling teeth)

You shouldn't drink.

ROHEIM:

My wife. She left a bad taste in my

mouth. I drink to kill-the taste.

Horus has no response to this.

ROHEIM (CONT'D)

(SMILES)

You're a good man, Horus...

(BEAT)

And you're right. This stuff's no good.

It's a coward's way out and I know it.

He gives the bottle a guilty stare. Tosses the bottle into a

nearby garbage can.

ROHEIM (CONY' D)

(sick of himself)

What the hell. I can learn to love

beverage.

EXT. STREET - DAY

Mary. Walking.

Hancock. Following. From across the street. Mesmerized and in a

world to himself.

He crosses. the street, failing to look both ways... BAH! A UPS

truck STRIKES the clueless superhero, sending him across air -

towards Mary.

63.

200 lbs. of superflesh EXPLODES into a JEWELRY display window -

just ahead of Mary's path. Glass showers the scene. People

SCREAM.

Hancock warbles out from the debris - his trenchcoat reduced to

mere tatters. He pulls a severed SLEEVE from the rubble. Looks

at Mary, reposed before him.

HANCOCK:

(nothing happened)

How are you?

In unison, they turn to the UPS vehicle - a .mangled heap of

steel, STEAM billowing from its ruptured radiator.

Hancock shrugs a smiles.

EXT. STREET - DAY

Mr. Longfellow rounds the corner and ambles home. He is tired

and his face shows it.

There to make it worse - Clyde. He's back, getting at the sports

page on the front steps.

A sudden burst of outrage consumes Horus. He approaches the

steps with fire and...

HORUS:

(burning...)

Clyde. Can I talk to you for just a brief

moment?

CLYDE:

(YAWNING)

Not now, Longfella. I'm all blocked up.

Clyde heads inside - with the sports page.. He FARTS as he goes

in.

HORUS:

(EXTINGUISHED)

Sure.

EXT. STREET - DAY

Along a street somewhere who cares - Hancock and Mary - in a

cool stroll. Mary holds his trenchcoat, surveying the damage.

MARY:

What were you doing in the street?

(the trenchcoat)

You ripped it pretty good.

64.

Hancock - he's lost.

MARY (CONT'D)

(CONTINUING)

What're you:
.. how old's this thing?

HANCOCK:

didn't see it coming... left myself

open.

MARY:

It'll be all right.

HANCOCK:

All right?

MARY:

It's just the seams. I can sew it back.

HANCOCK:

What?

MARY:

(the trenchcoat)

This. It's just the seams.'I'll take good

care of it.

HANCOCK:

You'll sew -it?

MARY:

Yes. Me. I can. And I'll re-button it for

you, all right?

Hancock acknowledges with a smile - a slight one.

MARY (CONT' D)

(CONTINUING}

Are you okay?

No reply. He stares at her - simply.

CUT TO:

EXT. STREET - DAY.

Mary stands alone on the sidewalk, looking up at heaven. Her

eyes search the gray sky for signs of life.-

There, overhead - a DOT. It grows in size, getting closer and

arriving fast... and gradually, it shapes into Hancock.

65.

He swoops into view, straight downward. Pulls on the air brakes

and eases into a soft landing - by Mary's side.

He is wet from his flight and his hands, 'we notice, are cupped

together tightly.

MARY:

(like a little girl)

Let's see.

HANCOCK:

You have to be quick.

MARY:

Come on, I want to see.

HANCOCK:

If you blink, you'll miss it.

Hancock uncups his hands, releasing a billowy MASS of white

something - it hangs in the air, and then dissipates into

moisture. It showers into his open hands.

Mary reaches for it. Too late.

MARY:

I saw it, right? A little cloud.

She peers into his hands - where only a pool of wetness remains.

And with her fingers, Mary reaches inside to feel the rain.

Hancock watches this - the innocence in her face, as her hand

touches his.

He stares down at her hand... at the wedding ring. Mary-pulls

her hand away.

MARY (CONY' D)

The water is dirty.

HANCOCK:

MARY:

HANCOCK:

I'm sorry.

MARY:

(into his eyes)

It's not your fault.

66.

Hancock looks away.

MARY (CONT'D)

(CONTINUING)

You're tense.

HANCOCK:

I've been tired, lately.

MARY:

You should slow down. Rest.

HANCOCK:

-So people tell me.

MARY:

(heat; upon some thought)

It must be hard.

HANCOCK:

Hard?

MARY:

To always do right... do good when all

you want to do is rest.

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