Homegrown Page #13

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Will stares at Charlie’s bed.

WILL:

Efficient... He doesn’t waste

anything. Not even words.

RENEE:

What does he do for fun?

WILL:

I don’t think he knows that fun

exists. I sure didn’t. I mean - we

would read a lot - but not for fun.

Renee marvels at the number of books, peruses the collection.

WILL:

He’s serious. Committed to his

beliefs.

RENEE:

What were his beliefs?

WILL:

We believe in respect for the

earth, maximization of personal

potential, and a deep sense of

personal responsibility.

Will turns his head, not ready to divulge more.

RENEE:

What about your mom?

WILL:

He never talks about her. And I

don’t remember her... How about a

walk?

EXT. CABIN - DAY - MOMENTS LATER

Will and Renee exit, carrying FISHING GEAR -- pass the shed.

RENEE:

What’s in there?

Will eyes the shed, then looks at Renee, uneasy.

WILL:

Storage.

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RENEE:

You have no electricity in the

cabin, but the storage shed is

covered in solar panels?

WILL:

We also filter the biodiesel fuel

in there for the truck. Do

carpentry. Sort of a workshop...

Renee lingers, expecting to be shown the interior, but Will

brushes past. She doesn’t push it -- follows him.

EXT. POND - MOMENTS LATER

Will and Renee emerge from the woods. Will dislodges a large

stone -- digs out a plump WORM with his fingers.

RENEE:

Nice find. Done this before?

WILL:

Your turn.

Renee finds an even bigger worm -- baits her hook like a pro.

WILL:

Have you done this before?

RENEE:

My granddad has a lakehouse. I was

the one who would run and dive off

the dock, scaring the fish away.

Dad and Gramps didn’t mind though.

Wasn’t about catching fish. They’d

just hang out all day. Mom and Gran

would have to drag them in for

dinner.

Renee looks at Will. He is staring at her, hanging on every

word. Startled by his eerie gaze, Renee stops her story.

RENEE:

You okay, Will..?

He baits -- casts -- stares into the pond while he speaks.

WILL:

We came here everyday. We’d rarely

speak. We’d catch one fish, then go

home and cook it.

Will’s line grows taut. He doesn’t react.

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WILL:

Recently we started catching more

fish so he could sell them in town.

And he started doing odd jobs... He

needed extra money for the

projects.

RENEE:

Projects?

Will looks at Renee.

WILL:

I’ve done some horrible things.

RENEE:

I’m sure it’s not too bad. You were

younger, so it probably seemed

worse than it actually was.

Renee studies Will’s face. She hugs him tight. Over his

shoulder, her face exposes fear, uncertainty.

RENEE:

That’s all over now. What’s done is

done... You’re going to Washington

D.C. To meet the President in a

week... That’s amazing.

EXT. CABIN - AFTERNOON

Renee and Will stand at the cabin door. Will locks it, and

they move toward Renee’s car.

A silent anxiety exists. Renee attempts to cut the tension:

RENEE:

Since you’ve mastered the bike...

Renee tosses him the car keys.

EXT. MIDDLE SCHOOL - ALLEY - EVENING

Ben walks down the alley. The same four Larger Classmates

surround him. Ben bounces on his toes.

BULLY:

(laughing)

What the f*** are you doing?

Ben quickly lunges at Bully --punches him square in the

throat. Bully chokes, grabbing his throat.

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Ben turns -- swings a punch at one of the others but misses.

They converge on him -- hold him -- start punching him. Ben

falls -- curls into the fetal position while they beat him.

INT. PRISON VISITATION ROOM - DAY

Charlie and Will sit together. Will seems anxious.

CHARLIE:

Have you tested the device?

(Will’s look says ‘no’)

We cannot risk malfunction. Find

someone random - someone you

couldn’t be linked to for any

reason.

Will nods, half-hearted.

INT. SHED - AFTERNOON

TIGHT ON WILL wearing a GAS MASK. Again - we don’t see his

full surroundings. Sweat beads on his face. Tense.

He bores tiny perforations into the FLAG PIN with a DRILL --

affixes a small plastic tube to the back -- fastens the pin

to his shirt -- runs the tube down the inside of his clothes.

Through a hole in his pocket, he screws the tiny ABRIN

CONTAINER and BULB into the end of the tube.

EXT. MAIN STREET - DUSK

Empty. Most shops are already closed for the night.

Will strolls, wearing the flag pin -- passes the HARDWARE

STORE. Old Clerk flip his sign from ‘Open’ to ‘Closed.’

EXT. HARDWARE STORE - BACK ALLEY - DUSK - MOMENTS LATER

Old Clerk exits backwards -- locks the door from the outside.

As the Clerk turns, he jolts at the sight of Will, standing

an arms length away.

OLD CLERK:

Jeez, son. You startled me.

Old Clerk catches his breath. Will observes him in silence,

hands in pockets. They stand chest to chest, the flag pin

positioned perfectly to spray the Clerk’s airspace.

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OLD CLERK:

Can I help you with something?

Will shakes his head. Slowly. Straight-faced. Old Clerk grows

uneasy. Will locates the squeeze bulb in his pocket.

A pregnant beat:
fear in the Clerk’s eyes; intimidating

confidence in Will’s. Will inhales... then we CUT AWAY.

INT. CAHILL HOME - EVENING

Mrs. Cahill toils in the kitchen. Mr. Cahill occupies his

post on the couch. Will enters.

MRS. CAHILL

I bought you some socks for your

trip. Good socks are important.

Will smiles, pensive. She smiles back, unquestioning.

WILL:

Blueberry.

(off Mrs. Cahill’s look)

Cherry is delicious, but the way

the blueberries interact with the

sugar and crust... It’s a complex

series of consistencies, but they

combine to be so sweet.

Mrs. Cahill smiles. Will gives her a big hug. She tears up --

embraces him tightly. Maybe her first hug in years. They

release. Will turns to exit.

MRS. CAHILL

There’s a letter for you on the

table...

WILL:

Thank you.

Will scoops the letter en route to...

INT. WILL’S ROOM - CONTINUOUS

Will opens the letter -- quickly scans it -- throws it down

on his bed -- blows out of the room, agitated.

INT. CAHILL HOME - SAME

Mrs. Cahill continues dinner prep. Will storms from his room

out the front door. Mrs. Cahill looks in his direction.

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INT. WILL’S ROOM - MOMENTS LATER

Mrs. Cahill approaches Will’s bed -- picks up the letter.

ON LETTER:
A formal letter from the department of corrections

mentioning “EARLY RELEASE - GOOD BEHAVIOR.”

Mrs. Cahill swallows hard.

INT. PRISON LIBRARY - NIGHT

Empty save for Gobi. Charlie approaches with two thick

printed documents, his MANIFESTO. Gobi doesn’t look up.

GOBI:

Closed. Just about to lock her up.

Charlie places one copy on the counter.

CHARLIE:

(re:
the Manifesto)

Make copies of this. Pick out any

sharp, intellectual types and get

them to read it.

GOBI:

You save my life and all I can do

is peddle your book?

CHARLIE:

I need your word you’ll never tell

anyone that I gave this to you.

GOBI:

You have it... Heard you’re out.

Drop the biggest a**holes in this

place - they set you free... That’s

karmic, brother. Take care. World

ain’t what it used to be.

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