Hancock Page #21

95.

HANCOCK:

(HUMORLESS)

F*** off.

He pushes past Reed, who acquieces willingly.

EXT. STREET - DAY

A:

Aaron. Walking home. Dejected. His eyes catch a glimpse of

particular pedestrian down the street - Hancock. He gives

chase... and confronts him, out of breath.

AARON:

(a slight smile)

Hi.

HANCOCK:

(turning; drunk)

What're you doing here?

AARON:

(the smile fades)

I saw you walking. Where were you today?

You said you'd... be there.

Hancock - looking over Aaron's abused frame.

HANCOCK:

I don't know what you're talking about.

AARON:

Where are you going? Can I go?

HANCOCK:

You don't want to go where I'm going.

AARON:

Those a**holes got me in the bathroom,

today...

(trying to hold on)

and you said you'd pick me up at

school.

Hancock turns. He's upset now.

HANCOCK:

Listen.

Aaron recoils.

HANCOCK (CONY' D)

(CONTINUING)

Listen. I'm not here to save you.

(MORE)

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96.

HANCOCK (CONT'D)

No, not my job. Don't put that on me.

(pounds his chest)

Not my problem. Not on my shoulders. Deal

with it, kid. You are what you are and...

what I say, it won't do you any change.

You'll grow up to be just like-your old

man. A coward. Not a damn thing you can

do about it... 'cept grab both ankles,

hope by the grace of God the reaming's

gentle.

Aaron backs away from his angry wrath.

HANCOCK (CONT' D)

(CONTINUING)

That's right. Walk away. Me... I'm not

here to save you.

He watches Aaron break 1into a run - another youngster dashed

against the rocks.

In Hancock's eyes - a .glint of regret. But only a glint.

INT. BAR - DAY

This empty bar.

With the exception of Horus and the bartender - while he's

drying some mugs, let's call him JOEY (30).

HORUS:

(BOOZED)

One.more.

Joey studies him. He takes a mug and begins to fill it...

HORUS (CONT'D)

No... nevermind.

(going to blow)

Where's your bathroom?

JOEY:

(not in my place)

Bathroom's closed.

Horus politely stands'- teeters a bit.

HORUS:

How much.

JOEY:

(SARCASM)

Let's see... that's one beer. Tell you

what. I'll take care of this one.

97.

HORUS:

Thank you.

JOEY:

The register ain't open yet, anyhow.

Horus doesn't hear him. He's already on the move, making a dash

for the door. But too late - he VOMITS at the front entrance.

JOEY (CONT'D)

Sh*t.

EXT. HADES - DAY

In the armpit of town - Hancock. He lights a cigarette with the

matchbook Gina had given him earlier.

At attention before him - Gina, gnawing on gum, heaving in all

her glory.

GINA:

I've been waiting.

They stare for one horny beat.

Hancock moves into her. Buries his head into her bosoms, looking

for solace. She takes him in, very maternal this Gina.

\./

INT. APARTMENT - DAY

The front door opens, but slowly. Aaron steps inside.

From the kitchen, Mary spots him in his violated condition. He

sees her reaction, that of shock - and like that, he runs

s obbing into her arms.

CUT TO:

EXT. HADES - DAY

A phone booth - Gina's office.

There in the back alley and in this glass booth - Hancock and

Gina, their organs ensnared. They're pumping away. Up. Down.

A surreal sight, indeed - the red of his cape and the black of

her leather.

GINA:

Come on, baby. Relax.

HANCOCK:

I can't.

98.

GINA:

You can.

The phone begins to RING - but they're busy.

HANCOCK:

I can't.

GINA:

Let it go, baby. Just let it...

RING...

HANCOCK:

(in tears)

I can't.

His arm rips through the glass...

GINA:

. go.

(ORGASMS)

Oh god.

HANCOCK:

I can't!

RING...

He DRILLS a hole into the phone - killing it.'

GINA:

Don't give up, now.

He lets her down. Tears out of the booth. Finds the sky.

EXT. SHEEPSHEAD BAY - NIGHT

There is movement in the sky above - aggressive formations and

grooves in clouds once coy and demure. The wind HUMS its

presence, toys with fallen leaves.

'INT. APARTMENT - NIGHT

It's dinner - but all is not well. Mary and Aaron and an empty

chair. '

They sit without talking.. They eat without making a sound.

Between them - a ketchup bottle.

The door bursts wide, coughing up Horus. He locates his chair

and plops on it... misses... kisses the carpet.

99.

HORUS:

(on the ground; prone)

Son. Go to your room.

Struggles to his knees.

MARY:

What happened toyou?

AARON:

Dad, are you wasted?

MARY:

Where... Aaron, he's not wasted. Go to

your room.

AARON:

He is wasted.

Horus rises, under great difficulty. Feels his way to the sofa.

When Mary tries to assist, he waves her away.

HORUS:

Aaron. Go to your room.

AARON:

But dad...

MARY:

(AUTHORITY)

Go!

Aaron obliges, at reluctant pace.

MARY (CONT' D)

What do you think you're doing, Horus

Longfellow?

Horus gauges her.

HORUS:

Don't "Horus Longfellow" me, Mary. I'm

not your child. I'm your husband.

MARY:

Horus, what're you talking about?

(re:
bruises)

Who did this to your face?

Horus rises from his seat with mustered strength.

100.

HORUS:

(OBLIVIOUS)

But you didn't know-about me...

Mary knows where this is headed.

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