Homegrown Page #10

Renee is intrigued. A pregnant pause.

WILL:

The school nominated me for the

scholar program.

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RENEE:

I know.

WILL:

I’m sorry.

RENEE:

Stop. Are you kidding? You

absolutely deserve it. It wasn’t

even close... I’m happy for you.

WILL:

I couldn’t have done it without you.

RENEE:

(smiles)

I know.

Renee kisses him again.

RENEE:

Good night.

WILL:

Good night.

Will exits -- watches her go with an ambiguous look: is he

falling for her or playing her as a pawn in his mission?

DISSOLVE TO:

EXT. NASY PROPERTY - DAY

The last signs of winter recede from the property. Birds

chirping. New blooms. The neglected crops sprout haphazardly.

INT. PRISON VISITATION ROOM - DAY

Charlie looks sleep deprived, manic -- joins Will -- slips

him a sheet of paper. Will unfolds it to find a handwritten

scientific equation and a handdrawn diagram.

CHARLIE:

A synthetic aerosol form of abrin -

untraceable via x-ray. And it’s

nonvolatile as a liquid, so use a

plastic vile - a metal detector

won’t be an issue. You’ll fashion a

bulb sprayer - similar to an

antique perfume sprayer. The tube

will run up the inside of your pant

leg and exit your shirt.

(MORE)

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CHARLIE (CONT'D)

When you shake the President’s

hand, look him square in the eyes

and hold your breath. With your

left hand, squeeze the bulb in your

pocket, spraying a small cloud into

his airspace. He’ll inhale it. Less

than a microgram is fatal - three

days later he’ll drop dead. You’ll

be long gone.

WILL:

(unsure)

I haven’t even been selected yet.

CHARLIE:

I have full confidence in you, son.

They lock eyes. Will nods, impassioned by the compliment and

first-ever familial term of endearment.

INT. CAHILL HOME - NIGHT

Will and Mrs. Cahill enter to find Mr. Cahill watching the

news. Mrs. Cahill joins him with a kiss on the cheek.

MRS. CAHILL

Hi, honey.

Mr. Cahill is unresponsive. Will lingers.

ON THE TELEVISION: A NEW ANCHOR reports.

NEWS ANCHOR:

Services were held today at the

site of the KCH Industries

Headquarters bombing...

FOOTAGE of the burning building. OFF THE FLAMES, we...

FLASHBACK - EXT. CHARLIE’S TRUCK - MOVING - LATE NIGHT

Charlie and Will drive down the highway, the city SKYLINE

fading in the background.

A prominent building - the building from the new report -

burns, spewing flames and smoke into the sky.

Charlie’s eyes remain focused on the road ahead.

CHARLIE:

You did well. We are heroes. This

is just the beginning.

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Will watches the burning building in the sideview mirror,

proud to accept the rare compliment.

END OF FLASHBACK.

INT. CAHILL HOME - RESUMING

ON TV:
The news anchor continues the report.

NEWS ANCHOR:

The bombing - which claimed 112

lives - took place one year ago

today. Authorities still have no

concrete leads, but eco-terrorism

is highly suspected. KCH is a

chemical engineering conglomerate,

major backers of conservative and

libertarian political groups, and

adamant climate change deniers.

Will intently watches, then slips away to his room.

INT. PRISON LIBRARY - NIGHT

Four rows of book stacks. INMATES make use of 10 computer

stations while the rest of the facility collects dust.

SURVEILLANCE CAMERA FOOTAGE: Desaturated. Four cameras cover

the library from the corners. The book stacks are too tall,

creating a blind spot within.

Charlie sits at a computer, rapidly typing up his handwritten

notes. He hammers on the keys, focused.

Gobi appears over his shoulder.

GOBI (O.S.)

How’d you learn to type so fast?

Thought you lived off the grid - no

electricity. Thought we were

Luddites.

Charlie turns, blocking the screen from Gobi’s view.

GOBI:

‘Know thy self, know thy enemy,’ eh?

Gobi chuckles, uninterested in what Charlie is typing --

walks away. Charlie glances around -- continues typing.

60.

EXT. HIGH SCHOOL - DAY

The bell rings. STUDENTS pour out, minding their phones. Will

emerges after the initial onslaught. Not far behind, Renee

rushes to catch him.

RENEE:

Wait up... What movie do you want

to see tonight?

WILL:

I have other plans.

RENEE:

Really?

Will smiles. Renee smiles bigger than ever before.

RENEE:

William Nasy. We should record

this, maybe build a statue. This is

a big deal. Your first joke...

Will nods with a grin. Renee bites her lower lip, then looks

down to her phone -- starts texting. Will looks around,

everyone enslaved by their phones --scoffs.

RENEE:

What?

WILL:

Technological dependency.

RENEE:

I’m texting Polly about the movie...

WILL:

There could be an armed invasion of

the school right now - nobody would

notice if it wasn’t posted online.

Renee looks around: everyone stuck on their devices. She

pockets her phone -- looks Will in the eyes.

RENEE:

You’re right. I’ll try to be more

present.

INT. MOVIE THEATER - LATER THAT NIGHT

Will, Renee, Polly, and Pops each laugh uniquely: Renee with

her entire body; Will, a reserved smile;

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Pops open-mouthed, spilling popcorn; Polly chuckles, then

notices Pops and goes stone-faced.

Renee slides her hand to hold Will’s.

INT. PRISON LIBRARY - NIGHT

THREE INMATES on computers. Gobi sits behind the circulation

desk looking at a chessboard. Charlie enters.

GOBI:

Chess match?

Charlie ignores Gobi -- continues to the bookshelves --

peruses the selection.

Jacob and three Skinheads enter the library. Fast and silent,

they motion for the reading inmates to disappear.

JACOB:

You missed our appointment last

night.

Gobi utters a nervous laugh. Jacob grabs him by the throat.

One of the Skinheads sweeps the library -- notices Charlie --

rushes toward Jacob -- points to the book stacks.

SKINHEAD:

Nasy.

Jacob releases Gobi, who gasps for air, massaging his throat.

JACOB:

You two go around back. We’ll pin

him in. Don’t f*** it up.

(turns to Gobi)

Good - massage that throat. I’ll be

back to deal with you.

Jacob arrives at the end of Charlie’s aisle -- removes a long

SHANK from his waistline. Charlie spots him.

Two Skinheads appear on the far end, eliminating his exit.

Charlie assumes his fighting stance, focused.

JACOB:

Thought you could stroll in here,

throw a few punches, and everyone

would just leave you be.

Charlie stares Jacob down, unafraid.

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JACOB:

I run this place. I decided you’d

die after that first scrap. You’re

going to feel every second of this.

The massive Skinhead blocking Charlie’s exit moves closer,

pulls a SHANK from his waist.

The Skinheads close in. Charlie darts toward the massive

Skinhead, who swipes his shank. Charlie ducks it, kicks him

in the balls with amazing force. He keels over in pain.

Charlie steps on his hand, tries to remove the shank, but

Jacob rushes in, lands a crushing blow to Charlie’s back that

sends him to the ground.

Jacob raises his shank, but Charlie kicks him simultaneously

in both shins, launching Jacob forward.

The shank flies from Jacob’s hand. He lands on Charlie --

rears an arm back -- lands a violent blow to Charlie’s face.

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