Homegrown Page #11

Charlie, fazed, reaches for the shank: just out of reach.

Jacob rears back to swing, but Charlie delivers a powerful

head butt to his nose: BLOOD explodes from his nostrils.

The other two Skinheads move in. They kick Charlie, but

Charlie maneuvers -- picks up the shank.

Charlie slices one of the kicking Skinhead’s Achilles tendon

-pops to his feet.

He drives the shank deep into Jacob -- then stabs the massive

Skinhead who was ailing from the kick to his balls.

The last Skinhead flees, leaving ruptured Achilles Skinhead

at Charlie’s disposal. Charlie stands over him --plunges the

shank into his heart.

GOBI (O.S.)

Holy sh*t, Nasy.

Charlie, covered in blood, looks at Gobi, hollow-eyed. Gobi

surveys the dead -- hocks a loogie on Jacob’s dead body.

GOBI:

I was a slave to that monster. You

ever need a favor, you name it.

I’ll tell the warden this was gang-

related.

Covered in blood but composed, Charlie exits the library.

63.

INT. SHED - EVENING

TIGHT ON WILL. We don’t see his full surroundings in the

shed. He wears a gas mask and lab coat -- mixes liquids in a

beaker. Intensely focused.

He ignites a Bunsen burner -- carefully mounts the liquid

over the flame.

Charlie’s equation and diagram rests on the table.

EXT. ABANDONED STRIP MALL - PARKING LOT - NIGHT

Picturesque night. Will and Renee lie on the hood of her car,

gazing at the stars, totally at ease.

RENEE:

What do you want to do? In life?

WILL:

(earnest)

I will change the world.

RENEE:

I believe in you.

She burrows into his chest.

WILL:

What do you want to do?

RENEE:

(takes her time; sincere)

Maybe change the world... but I

want to see it first.

Her answer strikes Will. He stares at the sky, pensive.

RENEE:

Travel for at least a year before

college. Maybe India. I’ve been

saving up for the flight. Then work

random jobs to keep it going. Maybe

you could come...

They lie in silence, then:

RENEE:

Tell me something about you that no

one else knows.

64.

WILL:

You may need to narrow the

category.

RENEE:

(smiling)

Good point... Okay, mystery boy.

I’ll ask some questions.

WILL:

Doesn’t seem fair. Do I get to ask

you questions?

RENEE:

Sure - one for one. But I go first.

WILL:

Why?

RENEE:

Because I made up the game. That

logic seemed reasonable in

elementary school, but I suppose

you wouldn’t know about that.

WILL:

Low blow.

RENEE:

Withdrawn, but I’m totally going

first. Nice slang by the way.

(off Will’s smile)

What’s your full name?

WILL:

William Nasy.

RENEE:

No middle name?

WILL:

I don’t think so. That was two

questions, so now I get two.

RENEE:

I’ve got nothing to hide.

WILL:

What’s your full name?

RENEE:

Renee Elizabeth Barbin.

65.

WILL:

Why do you like hanging around with

me so much?

RENEE:

I knew you’d take this to serious

town. I’m going over basic info,

and you dive into feelings.

WILL:

Answer the question please.

RENEE:

I like you because you are unique

and intelligent and... genuine...

and handsome.

She kisses him on the cheek. He turns his head and they share

a long kiss. Finally, Renee withdraws.

RENEE:

My turn:
When’s your birthday?

WILL:

I don’t know. We don’t do holidays.

He doesn’t see a point in

arbitrarily celebrating random,

consumer-driven days each year.

Renee wraps an arm around him -- strokes his side.

RENEE:

I’m very glad you were born, Will -

no matter which day it was.

They snuggle, looking up at the stars.

LATER:

Same position, but Will has dozed off. Renee regards the

sleeping, peaceful Will.

She carefully straddles him -- leans in to wake him with a

kiss -- moves closer -- OFF WILL’S SLEEPING FACE, we...

FLASHBACK - INT. CABIN - NIGHT

CLOSE ON Will’s sleeping face. PULL BACK slowly to reveal a

RIFLE pointed between his eyes, point blank. MOVE UP the

barrel to reveal Charlie holding the rifle, straddling Will.

66.

Charlie c*cks the rifle. Will’s eyes dart open. He

immediately tries to topple Charlie, but his arms are pinned

by Charlie’s knees. He struggles to no avail.

Charlie’s finger nears the trigger. Will thrashes. Charlie

doesn’t budge -- pulls the trigger: click. Not loaded.

CHARLIE:

(stern)

You’re dead.

Will tries to catch his breath. Charlie keeps him pinned.

CHARLIE:

If immobilized by a stronger

opponent, what do you do?

WILL:

Look for any possible advantage.

CHARLIE:

Why did you thrash recklessly?

Wasted energy.

WILL:

I couldn’t figure a way-

CHARLIE:

Nonsense! If your legs are free,

kick to immobilize. If you hands

are free, go for the eyes. If

you’re pinned, use your head...

Charlie - still pinning Will - pulls two SHOTGUN SHELLS from

his pocket --loads the rifle -- points it at Will’s face.

CHARLIE:

Go.

Will tries to move his legs: nope. Charlie c*cks the rifle.

Will wiggles to dislodge his arms: nope. Charlie’s finger

dances near the trigger...

Will uses a shoulder to shove the rifle to his side -- lunges

forward and head butts Charlie directly in the nose.

Charlie’s nose gushes blood. He teeters back.

Will uses his leverage to hoist Charlie to the ground. Will

jumps to his feet, into fighting stance.

Charlie stands, ignoring the blood flowing from his nose --

stares at Will, betraying no emotion.

67.

CHARLIE:

We must always be prepared. Always

alert. Never expose yourself. Never

leave yourself vulnerable.

Charlie turns and exits the cabin.

END OF FLASHBACK.

EXT. ABANDONED STRIP MALL - PARKING LOT - NIGHT - RESUMING

Renee hovers, about to plant a kiss on him. Will’s eyes dart

open. He immediately hoists his legs -- topples Renee to the

ground -- springs to his feet. She screams, startled.

RENEE:

What the hell was that?

Will snaps out of it. His face drops. Renee stands -- brushes

herself off. She looks at him, waiting for an apology.

WILL:

I was just having a bad dream.

RENEE:

And?

WILL:

And I was startled.

RENEE:

And...

WILL:

That’s it. That’s what happened.

Will looks at her. Stubborn. Programmed never to apologize.

She searches his eyes. He softens:

WILL:

I’m sorry.

She hesitates, conflicted... then hugs him. He hugs back.

WILL:

Can I ask you something?

RENEE:

Anything.

WILL:

Do you know how to ride a bike?

68.

She smiles.

EXT. CAHILL DRIVEWAY - DAY

Will walks the bicycle into the driveway. Renee titters.

RENEE:

So exciting!

WILL:

Do you want to just show me first?

Renee hops on -- pedals into the street -- gains some speed,

then turns back. Will is in awe.

WILL:

Nice moves.

RENEE:

(laughs)

It’s nothing. However I must warn

you that I learned with training

wheels - much easier.

WILL:

Do you still have them?

RENEE:

Maybe. My mom kept everything from

childhood. Not joking: she has

several bags full of our hair.

Maybe training wheels made the cut.

Be they’d be for a kid’s bike.

(off Will’s anxious look)

Relax. You’ll be absolutely fine...

Do you trust me?

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