Homegrown Page #15

INT. CHARLIE’S TRUCK - MOVING - DAY - MOMENTS LATER

Charlie drives away from the prison, emotionless. Will stares

at his feet in the passenger’s seat.

WILL:

What was it like?

CHARLIE:

Irrelevant. When do you leave for

Washington?

87.

WILL:

8:
15 bus tomorrow.

CHARLIE:

This timing is perfect. Fated to

be. Is everything prepared?

WILL:

Of course, Father... What did you

do with all of your time?

CHARLIE:

I had time to think. I achieved

total clarity.

(off Will’s vacant nod)

It’s your time, son. This is what

we’ve been preparing for. This is

your destiny.

EXT. CABIN DRIVEWAY - DAY

The truck winds up the driveway -- parks. They exit. Charlie

heads straight for the shed. Will follows.

INT. SHED - DAY - MOMENTS LATER

The door swings open, and we see the full shed for the first

time. It looks like a high-tech laboratory, completely out of

place in the wilderness.

CITY MAPS, BLUEPRINTS, SCIENTIFIC EQUATIONS, and NEWS

CLIPPINGS (including a pic of Nat Cloumin with the President)

line the walls. BEAKERS and TEST TUBES fill a set of shelves.

Charlie surveys the shed. Will lingers in the doorway.

WILL:

I’m glad you’re out, Father.

Charlie inventories the chemicals on his work table,

oblivious to Will’s comment.

CHARLIE:

Show me the abrin.

Will carefully opens a box, revealing a tiny VIAL of liquid.

CHARLIE:

And the device?

Will complies. Charlie puts the vial on the table -- puts on

a gas mask.

88.

CHARLIE:

You tested it? Verified the kill?

Will and Charlie eye each other. Will faintly nods.

CHARLIE:

I’ll run some tests. Go prepare

lunch.

WILL:

I haven’t tended the crops, Father.

Charlie closes his eyes, annoyed.

CHARLIE:

Forget the crops. We’ll need to

vacate this place anyway. Go to the

pond and catch some fish.

WILL:

Yes, Father.

Will turns to exit -- looks back.

WILL:

I love you, Father.

CHARLIE:

(vicious)

What have they done to you? We were

out of touch before. Things are

more dismal than we thought.

Will gulps. Charlie’s fervor increases:

CHARLIE:

Surely you noticed the apathy, the

ignorance, the laziness.

Will nods, conflicted.

CHARLIE:

Our isolated attacks accomplished

nothing. A new president will

accomplish nothing. We must

establish a completely new system.

We must start a movement - to save

the earth. Poisoning the President

is an overture. 3 days later - when

he falls dead, we will blow up the

stock exchange. We claim

responsibility. They will be forced

to take us seriously.

89.

Charlie pulls out his manifesto.

CHARLIE:

We publish our beliefs. Demand to

have them featured in every major

news source. No more ravaging the

earth for oil. No more factories

spewing toxins into the sky.

Everyone is held accountable. Our

fellow brave revolutionaries will

act. Independently we will attack

politicians, oilmen, bankers. We

must incite violence. We must

create anarchy. We must collapse

the economy to see an actual

change. No more bailouts. We must

start over new. Our movement will

spread internationally. Money will

no longer dictate social hierarchy.

Legislation will no longer be

bought. There will be a phase of

chaos, there will be widespread

death, but the future of life on

this planet depends on it. Earth

will be restored to a sustainable

population. Only the fittest will

survive - the way it is meant to

be. We are the fittest.

WILL:

What about all of the innocent

victims?

CHARLIE:

Nobody is innocent anymore. The

evidence that we are destroying the

planet is ubiquitous, yet nobody

acts. Those who are aware and fail

to act are the most guilty of all.

Charlie looks at Will, intoxicated with his own megalomania.

Will tries to mask his uneasiness.

CHARLIE:

Go get the fish, William.

WILL:

Of course, Father.

Charlie turns back to his tests. Will exits.

90.

EXT. CABIN - DAY - MOMENTS LATER

Will hides the fishing gear behind a tree -- takes off

running across the fields toward town.

EXT. RENEE’S HOUSE - DRIVEWAY - EVENING

WE WATCH FROM A DISTANCE, as if from the POV of someone

spying on the interaction:

Will pleads, contrite. Renee eyes the ground, arms crossed.

Amos exits the house -- motions for Will to leave. Will

lingers a moment -- then hops on his bike and pedals away.

Amos attempts to console Renee, but she pushes him away --

jumps in her car. We faintly hear her say:

RENEE:

I just need to be alone right now.

She drives away in the opposite direction of Will. The CAMERA

PIVOTS with her car, as if eyes following her.

EXT. ABANDONED STRIP MALL - PARKING LOT - EVENING

Renee lays on the hood of her car, listening to loud music in

her headphones, parked in the same space where she and Will

gazed at the stars. Puffy-eyed, but she’s out of tears.

We hear a car rumble up, but Renee doesn’t hear it over her

music. We hear the car park. The door opens and closes.

Renee notices someone approach in her peripheral vision --

turns --pales, terrified, as she realize who it is: Charlie

stares at her, stern. Her lip quivers.

EXT. CABIN - DUSK

Will dismounts his bike. Charlie tosses MAPS and BLUEPRINTS

onto the fire onto a BONFIRE, destroying evidence. He doesn’t

notice Will -- disappears into the cabin.

Will glances into the shed: the walls have been completely

stripped. SIX LARGE HOMEMADE BOMBS rest on the ground.

INT. CABIN - DUSK

Charlie carries a duffle bag of supplies toward the door.

Will enters the doorway, empty-handed.

91.

WILL:

I didn’t catch any fish.

CHARLIE:

I know. You still haven’t learned

to always check behind you.

Will swallows, stung. His confidence falters:

WILL:

I shouldn’t have to worry about

being followed. I have nothing to

hide anymore.

Charlie eyes Will with pure disdain, then glances to the

corner. Will follows his glance to find Renee, bound and

gagged, wide-eyed with fear. His face drops.

WILL:

We do not perpetrate senseless

violence.

CHARLIE:

You did this. You involved her. Now

you have a decision to make.

Will takes a breath -- looks Charlie square in the eyes.

WILL:

I already made my choice. I spoke to

the police. Told them everything.

Everything.

Intensity invades Charlie’s face.

CHARLIE:

You’re as guilty as I am.

WILL:

I understand that.

CHARLIE:

You ungrateful little monster. You

absolute fool. This country is

broken. This world is broken.

WILL:

Correct - but you don’t have the

answer. This isn’t the way to fix

it.

92.

CHARLIE:

Who else will make a difference? I

am a patriot. I am the American

dream.

WILL:

They’re coming now. I did this for

your own good, Father.

CHARLIE:

Don’t you dare call me that. I’m

not your father. I never was.

Will goes pale -- stammers -- can’t find words. Renee looks

on, helpless.

CHARLIE:

I saved you from a indolent life of

excess and materialism. Look at you

physically and intellectually. I’ve

unlocked your full potential and

more. This is your gratitude.

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