Hancock Page #15

HANCOCK:

It's harder to not do anything. What am

I? It's not for me. It's for... it is

about people. Rest? When there is

despair? I cannot. I bring relief. I am

relief. You know that instant, that split

instant of time when you realize that the

nightmare... the totality of fear

itself... that it's all been a bad dream?

That it's safe? That is relief. The

infant in my arms... to the hysterical

mother. When you can see her face, what's

rest? It is self-indulgence.

Mary - in some advance stage of "wow."

MARY:

Where... who are you?

HANCOCK:

It's not important who I am, Mary. Or

what... where I'm from. It doesn't

matter. I'm a man. I am every man.

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MARY:

(sizing up his words)

You probably get a lot of practice

explaining yourself, on account of who

you are and what you do.

HANCOCK:

Why... do you say that?

MARY:

It's like, everything you say sounds...

so perfect. Like you rehearse them so

they'll be that way. I mean, not to say

that it's insincere...

(BEAT)

I mean, maybe it's something about you

but... it must be hard on you sometimes.

Hancock stares at his feet, perhaps reluctant to answer.

MARY (CONT' D)

(APOLOGETIC)

But probably not... probably..

HANCOCK:

Yes...

(pulling teeth)

sometimes.

Mary allows the moment to sink in.

MARY:

So, you never answered. Back there...

what were you doing in the middle of the

street?

HANCOCK:

(THINKS)

I was lost...

(EXHALES)

. but I think I'm ok, now.

CUT TO:

EXT. ALLEY - DAY

Trash cans fly. Paper, swept up and sent aflutter. We've seen

this before - Aaron, running for his life and the bullies in

pell-mell pursuit.

He cuts into an alley. Looses them momentarily. Finds a DUMPSTER

to his liking.

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Erlick. Spengler. They zoom by and with great eagerness.

Perceval strolls after them, too cool to sweat.

From the dumpster, little Aaron watches them... looks

relieved... until conscience kicks in. A moment to reflect, he

takes.

AARON:

(HANCOCK)

" before long, you're running, looking

for a place to hide."

EXT. ALLEY - DAY

Erlick and Spengler - at a dead end. Their trail leads them to a

metal FENCE, the alley continuing beyond it. No time wasted

they scale it.

Perceval arrives - in time to see Erlick, landing on the other

side. Spengler pulls himself over. Joins Erlick on the ground.

PERCEVAL:

Sh*t, I'm not climbing this. Just combed

my hair.

Erlick and Spengler turn to him, through the metal bars. Their

eyes are of disbelief.

PERCEVAL (CONT'D)

What's up?

(checks his hair)

What?

Perceval follows their gaze behind him to Aaron, shivering

with clenched fists.

PERCEVAL (CONT'D)

(rolls up sleeves)

I just combed my hair.

Erlick and Spengler make for the fence, to join the fray.

PERCEVAL (CONT'D)

Don't bother. He's mine.

(to Aaron)

No biting. I hate biting.

SPENGLER:

Kick his ass, Percy.

ERLICK:

(OVERLAPPING)

Do him, Percy. He's your woman.

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PERCEVAL:

Let's go. Let's have it. While we're

still kids.

Nothing from Aaron - just a lot of balls.

PERCEVAL (CONT'D)

Dick wad, let's go. Come on, you impotent

little gonad.

(BEAT)

Your mother chokes on big, hard, veiny,

purple-headed shlongs the size of...

All Aaron needs to hear. He charges - comatose.

And the pummeling begins. Perceval dictates the assault, landing

BLOWS to the face and body.

Aaron - doing an impression of a punching bag. He wafts at air,

left and right...

ERLICK:

He's yours.

SPENGLER:

Save some for us.

Someone blinks - and Aaron finds himself on the dirt, supine.

Perceval looms over him, silhouetted against the sky.

He reaches for his zipper, doing that Perceval-thing. A look of

recognition in Aaron's eyes - it's going to rain soon.

He reacts with knee-jerk reflects, administering a swift kick

into Perceval's peeing apparatus. A faint SQUEAL eructs from the

fellow's mouth. He drops like a wet tea bag.

Erlick. Spengler. Shock. Disbelief. Aaron gets to his feet,

ready to book... but he doesn't. He stays.

ERLICK:

What's he doing?

SPENGLER:

Kick his ass, Percy.

Aaron stares at them, behind the fence. Then down at Perceval

fetal position, mouth agape. Aaron reaches for his zipper ZIP,

revenge presents itself.

ERLICK:

That's cold.

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SPENGLER:

Kill him, Percy.

Aaron cranes himself over Perceval's face, over his open oral

orifice. Contemplates his target.

Aaron - to pee or not to pee...

ZIP. He closes his fly. Steps away.

AARON:

(to the boys)

Don't mess with me.

He struts out of the alley. Shifts into a mad sprint, adrenaline

taking him away.

CUT TO:

INT. BEDROOM - DAY

Horus sleeps. Mary enters from the hallway, hush-hush. She moves

to the closet. Changes out of her clothes.

Not a stir from Horus - exercising stealth in his efforts to

watch her, watching her sweater fall to the carpet.

Mary stands before the closet mirror. Does a profile check. She

reaches for her bra... and from the mirror, catches Horus

staring,.

MARY:

You're still up?

She moves behind the bathroom door. Self-conscious.

HORUS:

Just get in?

Mary steps out of the bathroom, buttoning up her domestic

attire. She nods affirmatively.

MARY:

Nick's market. Are you sick?

HORUS:

I can't sleep.

She goes to the bed. Palms his forehead with her right. Palms

her own with the left, as reference.

Horus tilts his head away from her hand.

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