Hancock Page #16

71.

HORUS (CONT'D)

Please, Mary.

MARY:

You want some milk? I'll heat it up for

you, how about that?

HORUS:

No thank you.

(BEAT)

Aaron, today? This Hancock 's picking up

MARY:

Yes, he is.

He sits there in bed, struggling with the words. Mary continues

dressing - oblivious.

HORUS:

He'll take him home?

MARY:

Yes.

HORUS:

What do we know about this man? The

papers... they don't have all the facts

about him.

MARY:

What facts? He's not a hero.

HORUS:

Yes. A hero. I know that...

MARY:

Aaron likes him.

HORUS:

(TIMID)

I know that maybe, I've been

neglectful... that I haven't been

there...

Mary does not hear him. She's at the mirror, fixing her hair.

HORUS (CONT' D)

(SERIOUSLY)

I'm trying... you have to know... I'd

like to be more... involved. Like it used

to be. Before we moved here.

(MORE)

72.

HORUS (CONT' D)

(notices Mary, applying

LIPSTICK)

Are you going somewhere?

MARY:

No. I have to start on dinner. So how

about that glass of milk?

Horus - shakes his head, annoyed.

MARY (CONT' D)

All right. Try to get some sleep.

With that, she's out the door.

Horns alone in bed, staring into the vanity mirror at his

wretched face.

He spots a brown paper BAG on the chair. Goes to inspect. Inside

- Hancock's tattered trenchcoat. Oy, what does it mean?

Horus returns to bed, distraught. He buries himself under the

cover.

EXT. STREET - DAY

Aaron races down the. last leg of his street. On the steps of his

apartment building - Hancock, making himself at home. Yes, a

cigarette smolders from his lips..

Hancock looks at the boy. They share a second of silence.

And finally, Hancock-puts out his hand - he approves. Aaron,

triumphant, SMACKS it for five.

CUT TO:

INT. APARTMENT - NIGHT

The dinner table. Post meal. Mid-digestion. Aaron is running off

at the mouth.

AARON:

.o his mouth was. open and he just stared

up at me, it hurt that bad.

And while he narrates, Mary runs her fingers through his hair -

a mother grooming her child. Meanwhile, Horus listens concerned.

AARON (CONTD.)

(CONTINUING)

I said, "don't mess with me." Just like

that.

(MORE)

73.

AARON (CONT'D)

"Don't mess with me." Mom, remember that

guy in the cop movie... he said that?

MARY:

All right, already. How's your mouth?

AARON:

It doesn't hurt, I told you.

(CONTINUING)

He saw everything from the roof. Said I

did what I had to do.

HORUS:

(FINALLY)

Aaron, tomorrow...

AARON:

(to Mary; oblivious)

He said tomorrow, he'd pi ck me up

again...

HORUS:

I thought maybe you'd like it -- if I

pick you.

AARON:

God, my friends will freak.

Horus freezes - fades back to his meal, unheard.

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INT. BEDROOM - NIGHT

Through the dim of light - Horus, alone, prepares for work.

A framed PHOTOGRAPH of a distinguished MAN (50's) sits on the

shelf inside the closet - he poses in full police regalia, stern

and proud.

Horus pauses to acknowledge the photograph. He closes the closet

door.

INT. APARTMENT - NIGHT

On the kitchen floor and under the light - Mary and Aaron,

mother giving son a HAIRCUT.

MARY:

Hold still.

AARON:

I like it long.

MARY:

Shut up.

74.

Horus walks into the living room,. in the dark. He looks at his

wife, then at his son - doing their own thing. They don't

realize he's there.

Horus leaves, the door'CLICKS shut behind him.

MARY (CONT'D)

Horus?

AARON:

it's almost eight. Dad's late.

MARY:

Horus?

She brushes hair off her apron. Moves into the living room, the

bedroom - no husband. She goes to the front door. Opens it into

the stairway outside.

There on the stairs and down below, Hancock stands - on his way

up. Mary sees him... and they look at each other.

INT. APARTMENT - NIGHT

In the kitchen and under the light, Mary. Hancock. Aaron. Mary

is finishing up on Aaron, applying the last SNIP.

AARON:

like this?

(holds up hand)

How do you make a fist?

MARY:

(grabs his head)

Aaron, hold it.

Hancock shoves his fist up close, almost between the boy's eyes.

So there it is, the fist - this petrified mass of knuckles and

bones. It SNARLS at Aaron.

Hancock holds it there, fingers locked together - like he can't

let go of them.

Aaron swallows - in awe. Mary watches her guest, the change in

him.

MARY (CONT'D)

Hancock?

The sound of her voice takes him. He snaps out of it.

15.

MARY (CONY' D)

(CONTINUING

) turn. Hancock, it's yo ur

HANCOCK:

What?

MARY:

Your hair. Come on, have a seat.

AARON:

Mom's going butcher your hair.

MARY:

Shut up, kid. Hit the showers. And the n

homework.

AARON:

Oh, mom. I want to talk to him. Tell her,

Hancock.

Hancock shrugs a "what can I do."

AARON (CONT' D)

Yeah, right. I know. I got to do what I

got to do.

INT. APARTMENT - NIGHT

The Big Haircut. Mary and Hancock - up close. Mary runs her

fingers through his hair, testing his length. She leans into

him. SNIP, goes her scissor.

Hancock - in his seat, as hard as marble. He seems a bit lost in

her presence. Baffled.

From his position, the view consists of Mary - blossoming in her

sweater.

And that's it. Not a word during this process - just the SOUND

of their breaths.

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