Hancock Page #3
T.V. SET (O.S.)
(FEMALE)
Ooh yeah, big fella. That's it. Shoot
your load, baby. Let it fly... FLY...!
(male; in ecstasy)
fly. YES! G0000D!
Hancock absorbs the action from the can, a glint of pain on his
face.
He takes a long hard drag on the cigarette - a full stick
deteriorates into ashes before our eyes.
And outside, it rains like there's no tomorrow.
CUT TO:
EXT. SHEEPSHEAD BAY - DAY
Morning brings a cease-fire on precipitation. The streets
glimmer from puddles left behind from the night.
The overcast sky - its precarious rain formation indicates that
the storm is far from over.
INT. KITCHEN - DAY
A SUPERMAN lunchbox perches on the kitchen table. Mother and son
prepare for school.
Aaron adjusts his raincoat, looking disturbed.
11.
Mary parts his hair, Straightens
his shirt.
_the complete morning routine. Her maternal h'ahdf
Stay inside.
AARON:
(IRRITATED)
I don't need you walking
me to school.
Mary clasps her ears - deaf.
MARY:
not listening
.Lalalala...
AARON:
(in disbelief)
I got the only mother
does this. in the world that
I'm not lisMARY g. Lalalala..,
INT. WATANABE'
RD FLOOR - DAY
A light beam.
It dances over the consoles of H
H orns holsters i-fi's televisions
, his flashli ht , stereo
floor. He take and mores ' across the s
s the stairs g - down. howrooms
Horus passes the
second floor.
Horus crosses the floor
to the back,. to where
ROHEIM (50)
stoops, on a stool and
in a deep
from his mou th over his saturated ssleeve. A line of SALIVA dangles
employee. Roheim another U-Rent Secu Co.
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as threatening as a burnt-outmat and
CHSTICK:
Horns stands over Roheim's slumpne ss. Removes a
from his own pocket. handkerchief
HORUS:
(GENTLY)
Roheim.
12.
He's done this before.
ROHEIM:
(dream state)
Olga...
HORUS:
Roheim. Let's go home.
Roheim stirs...
ROHEIM:
. b*tch.
From the dark recesses of sleep - he wakes. Straightens up.
Slurps back his dignity.
ROHEIM (CONT' D)
(BARELY)
What, already?
Takes the handkerchief. Wipes his mouth.
HORUS:
I just made the last run.
He helps the old man to his feet.
ROHEIM:
You're a good man.
An ASHTRAY buried under a mountain of butts.
A bed unslept. The TV is on, commercialing some spring-fresh
vaginal wash. The room sits empty.
But the bathroom door is open. Inside, the supersuit peeled down
to his waist, Hancock shaves.
HANCOCK:
(mumbling; rehearsing)
it's about responsibility... with
what is empowered in you... to correct
the ills of man.
No foam. No gel. Just skin and the razor edge of his belt BUCKLE
- it slices through stubble, clearing up a face that has yet to
sleep.
13.
HANCOCK (CONT'D)
(AGAIN)
it's about responsibility...
Hancock reaches into the cabinet below the sink - pulls out a
BOTTLE of 409 all-purpose cleaner...
On the tube, the commercial segues way into...
T.V. (O.S.)
(FAINTLY)
And on the world front, heavy fighting
continues in Angola as rebel forces
storm... regime... under the military
stronghold...
The SOUND of machine guns CRACKLE amidst mortar explosions and
civil destruction.
Hancock listens - it disturbs him. He whirls around, accosts the
TV Rips it from the wall, throws it out the window. And a CRASH
eradicates images of war and chaos.
He returns to the bathroom. To the mirror. Proceeds to spray his
teeth with 409...
EXT. WATANABE'S SHOPPING EMPORIUM - DAY
Behold this imposing, block-long behemoth of commerce and
decadence. A shopper's wet dream, this is WATANABE'S SHOPPING
EMPORIUM.
From the street, notice the display windows - all mannequins
come complete with outfit and ultra-erect nipples.
As EMPLOYEES file into the service entrance, out comes Horus and
Roheim. They head streetward, to the sidewalk.
Roheim unscrews the battery cap from his flashlight. Takes a
swig from its hollow interior.
ROHEIM:
I'll just play out the rest of this Eight
Ball...
He laps up the last drop. Reloads it with a couple of batteries
from his jacket.
ROHEIM (CONT' D)
(caps it)
like that.
Horus looks on - silent.
14.
A POLICE VEHICLE enters this urban landscape. It slows in front
of them. The cops: RUTGER and ADAMS, two hairy-knuckled
testosterone cases with nothing to do.
RUTGER.
(passenger seat)
Boys...
The cops smile at one another. A large SHOTGUN rests fully erect
between them. And they drive off.
Horus, watching them go, focuses in on the
of their vehicle.
Roheim watches him - turning red with drama.
ROHEIM:
Bastards... couldn't protect a pitcher of
warm spit... couldn't find their
a**hole with common sense and a thumb.
(BEAT)
Like I been saying, it's their.loss. The
jerk-offs, they don't got the heart...
the sensitivity of a man like you.
Horus tries to shrug off these words. No good - they stick like
a thorn in the eye of his soul.
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