Hancock Page #5

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TNT. BANK - DAY

Order in the bank - employees and patrons are now corralled at

the center of the bank. Their faces all register pain. And we

find out why...

They all squat in the LOTUS position - legs crossed like

pretzels.

TOM:

(to Jerry #2)

Thank you, Jerry.

Tom is referring to Jerry's demonstration of the lotus Jerry

does not respond.

TOM (CONT'D)

(CONTINUING)

Thank you, Jerry.

JERRY #2

I'm stuck.

Mary, amongst the crowd, watcheson withinterest.

INT. CLASSROOM - DAY

Bradley Elementary School.

Class.is in session, captained by ravishing MS. MILLIS (28).

Lips, legs, lungs - stuff prepubescent wet dreams are made of.

Aaron, nestled mid-room, tries to keep his eyes straight.

He steals a quick look to the back of the room: there, in the

back, a BLONDE boy (8) sits chewing gum.

This kid, from the slicked-back hair and rolled-up t-shirt

sleeves, is a sub-species of vermin.

20.

He taunts Aaron a smile, opens his mouth, and we realize that

he's gnawing on a plastic DOLL HEAD.

INT. BANK - DAY

Behind the teller window is Tom, assisted by a quite voluptuous

employee - VERONICA, (23), with an IQ to match.

TOM:

(to the crowd)

And while I take care of business, my

associates will be making their rounds.

The Jerrys leap into action - guns pointing. They rummage the

helpless patrons for jewelry, cash and collectables.

TOM (CONT'D)

(CONTINUING)

Please be cooperative and more

importantly, charitable. We'd like you to

think of it as donations... for Jerry's

kids.

Jerry #2 weaves through crowd waving his automatic wand. People

dish out valuables into his canvas BAG. He arrives at Mary,

motioning at the bag with the rifle.

MARY:

(UNINTIMIDATED)

I have no money.

JERRY #2

(I wasn't born yesterday)

Come on, is. What the hell you doing in

a bank if you.got no money?

MARY:

I'm here to withdraw money.

This stumps the brainless beast.

And over by the teller, while he's stuffing her bag...

TOM:

Don't hate me 'cause I'm beautiful.

She's too scared for speech.

But back on the bank floor...

JERRY #2

(at her ring)

Give me that.

22.

Jerry #2, testicles in his throat.

INT. BANK - DAY

Tom is out on the floor, gun wielding. Jerry #1 is with him,

loot bags in hand.

TOM:

(to the crowd)

No heroes! No heroes!

Jerry #2 returns, bad news on his tongue.

JERRY #2

He flew! F***ing Fred flew!

TOM:

F***! F***!

A wave of SIRENS punctuate their state of "f***." It crescendoes

around the building.

EXT. BANK - DAY

SQUADS of police cars form a noose around the building. A

S.W.A.T. teem spews from a transport unit, armed for the big

tightening. Guns and ammo abound.

INT. BANK - DAY

Jerry #1 is at the entrance - peering out at doom.

JERRY #1

(IMPRESSED)

Wow, S.W.A.T.

TOM:

(muttering; spelling the end)

I'm not going back.

Mary, amongst the crowd, takes a glance at the CLOCK --one

thirty.

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INT. BANK DAY

Time LAPSES. It's 2:30.

Mary turns from the clock, concerned. She studies the situation,

the robbers - an overall glumness tells the story. At the

entrance - Tom. He looks desperate. Irrational. Ready to snap.

23.

The hostages huddle on the floor, tired. They wait.

EXT. BRADLEY ELEMENTARY - DAY

The CLOCK on the building reads 2:30 school is out. Children

file out of classrooms. Scatter. Only Aaron remains, alone to

the elements - waiting.

A ball bounces, rolls to his feet. Aaron looks...

It's not a ball. It's a doll's head.

Aaron's face - dread.

EXT. BANK - DAY

A portly man, oily, thick, bellows out negotiations via his

HORN; Introducing TED, the police captain, BROCK (45) - aspires

to be Warren Beatty, more like Ned Beatty.

TED:

(YAWNING)

Time's running out, fellas.

He turns to his sidekick, CHAD (25), a fellow cop. Chad's on the

phone deliberating an important call.

TED (CONT'D)

(tapping his attention)

The pizza here, yet?

CHAD:

Negative.

(hands over the phone)

Tami.

TED:

Ooh, one sec.

(to the bank)

Time's... all Hell's gonna break loose,

fellas.

(to phone)

My koochie, woochie, oochie ooo...

A BLAST rings out from Central Fidelity.

Glass shatters from the entrance. A body, the security guard,

tumbles out and onto the sidewalk.

Blood and brain exits in OOZES where the bullet had entered -

he's probably dead.

24.

The cops, Ted., Chad. Rutger and Adams - they all REACT, guns

raised.

INT. BANK - DAY

Tom huddles by the entrance, gun smoking. Cool and suave has

succumbed to psychotic. The Jerrys are nearby, nervous. As are

the hostages, clumped together in fright.

TOM:

(SNAPPED)

I'm not gonna say it again, Ted!

(re:
hostages)

swiss cheese. All of them!

TED (O.S.)

Time's running out, fellas!

The hostages grimace, hell not so far away.

TOM:

I want that car, Ted!

EXT. BANK - DAY

Ted punches Chad on the shoulders.

TED:

Where's that car, Jesus!

CHAD:

It's out getting your pizza.

TOM (O.S.)

. a car and I want it NOW!

And on this cue, the sky answers with a thunderous surprise - a

CAR comes CRASHING down before the bank entrance.

It came from the clouds and it looks familiar - it's the getaway

Chevy, bruised and punctured beyond recognition, its hubcaps

still reeling from the impact.

The sky answers again, this time with the tattered body of FRED,

the getaway driver (alias, the arm.) Fred lands on the hood of

the Chevy, sinking into its metal frame.

SHOCK waves across faces of stone. The cops all look up.

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