Hancock Page #4
ROHEIM (CONT'.D)
(CONTINUING)
Come on, let's go home.
EXT. ROOFTOP - DAY
On the rooftop; the Red Eye Motel.
A trenchcoated figure - we see him from the back, only. We
recognize the broad of his shoulders and the red of his cape,
peering out from a hole in his coat.
A cloud of smoke lingers above his head, from an unseen
cigarette. He stands before the Sheepshead neighborhood, ever so
still.
Something brews within this superman.
15.
EXT. SHEEPSHEAD BAY - DAY
The streets of Sheepshead: apartments, brownstones speckled with
e DELIS and NEWSSTANDS and BARBER SHOPS and OUTDOOR MARKETS - they
are the "esque" in Bro ly qu
Through this hustle-bustle, we spot Mary and Aaron on their way
TO:
BRADLEY ELEMENTARY SCHOOL.
Schoolyard activities abound. Buses, bouncing balls, and hoards
of screaming little anti-christs.
I:
Mary leads Aaron along the playground fence, the latter trying
to pull ahead and away.
MARY:
Will you slow down.
AARON:
I know it. I know it.
MARY:
I think I'm... slow down... I'm gaining
weight. Honey, take a look at my waist.
AARON:
What?
MARY:
Is my dress too tight?
AARON:
What? Nothing. It's fine.
MARY:
Really, my waist isn't too big?
AARON:
What? Not here, mom.
MARY:
All right, already. Two-thirty. You do n't
leave the building till then. I'll be
there.
AARON:
I know it, mom. Can I go now?
MARY:
Give me a kiss, you snot.
16.
AARON:
(there is no god)
Geez!
He turns back. Plants a kiss on Mary's smiling cheeks.
MARY:
Two-thirty.
AARON:
All right, mom.
He leaves, merging into the undulating sea of children.
MARY:
(after him; in vain)
You want anything from the store?
He's gone.
EXT. STREET - DAY
This is the Longfellow's street - lower-middle class but
comfortable, quaint, safe. Mr. Longfellow, hustling through the
street, takes us home.
Greeting him at the entrance, at the mailboxes, is CLYDE BANNER
(35). Quite large this tenant is, quite simply a Cro-Magnon Man.
Clyde stands with the morning paper in hand, searching
carelessly through. He finds the SPORTS PAGE. Hides it under his
robe.
CLYDE:
(LOUD)
Longfella. Good to see you.
HORUS:
Clyde...
Clyde shoves the remains of the paper at Horus - in his face.
CLYDE:
Picked this up for you.
(pulls the paper back)
Say thanks.
HORUS:
Thanks.
CLYDE:
(hands it over)
You're a good man.
17.
He heads inside.
Horus swallowing it. He unshuffles the paper, finding the front
page. The headline reads...
RAINSTORM HITS SHEEPSHEAD. NO END IN SIGHT.
Horus checks the sky - a sinewy mesh of angry clouds. He lumbers
inside.
INT. NICK'S MARKET - DAY
Your average market, mom and pop.
Artichokes! Mary handles an artichoke, contemplating. NICK (30),
the grocer, moves behind her. handsome in a greasy,
grimy, rebuilt carb in uretor He's
That's a lovely dress, Mary.
If he could mount her now, he would.
MARY:
You're sweet, Nick.
He cracks a wet smile. Mary, aware, unhands the artichoke. Moves
on.
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EXT. STREET - DAY
Mary moves through the street, embracing a grocery bag.
She continues her way, purpose in every step. No window shopping
bullshit for this woman - Mary's strong, beautiful.
She crosses the street, her destination: CENTRAL FIDELITY BANK.
A dark CHEVY eases pass Mary on this street, pulls to a stop.
Mary continues forth, entering the bank.
INT. BANK - DAY
Sheepshead DENIZENS crisscross amok. People queue behind teller
lines, taking care of business.
Mary takes her place. She glances at the bank CLOCK - it's 10
o'clock.
18.
EXT. BANK - DAY
A BEE spirals the air and lands on the sleeve of a nervous ARM.
This arm protrudes from the dark Chevy, parked before the bank.
The engine is running.
The arm fidgets. SHOOS the insect away. With white knuckles, it
grips the wheel.
INT. BANK - DAY
Same bank, same people. Mary awaits service in the same line.
A MAN ambles pass Mary's line, up towards the front. He cuts off
the person in front, an elderly WOMAN.
WOMAN:
Hey, what's the idea?
The man turns. Smiles. His smile fades, turning into a maniacal.
grin. This man is TOM (35), as plainly evil as the eye can see.
TOM:
You know what, you remind me of my
grandma.
Tom whips out a sawed-off SHOTGUN from his pants...
TOM (CONT'D)
(CONTINUING)
She gave me this when I made parole.
He aims the barrel in her face.
TOM (CONT'D)
(CONTINUING)
Thanks, Granny!
Of course, by now, people have realized the implications of the
situation at hand. They begin to panic.
On cue, two new GUNMEN, JERRY and JERRY (30's), emerge from the
crowded bank, both revealing automatic RIFLES.
Jerry #1 drops the SECURITY GUARD with the butt of his gun.
As planned, they take aim at the surveillance CAMERAS on each
end of the bank. BANG. BANG. They miss, much to Tom's chagrin.
The crowd ducks, Mary among them. Terror grips,the queues.
The Jerrys try again. BANG. BANG. No more cameras. And with
,Irâ–º that, Tom takes center stage. He leaps on the teller counter.
19.
TOM (CONT'D)
Ladies and gentlemen, this is your
captain speaking. My name is Tom. These
are my assistants, Jerry and Jerry.
Why're we doing what we're doing, you
ask? We got one word to say to you
folks...
(shrugging; smiles)
Recession.
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