Homegrown Page #16

Will’s breathing quickens, but his inhales are thin, as if

the air was siphoned from his lungs. His eyes dart around,

attempting to process the information.

CHARLIE:

You thankless bastard. Your family

didn’t even look for you. They went

about their self-indulgent lives as

if you’d never existed.

Faint sirens approach. Will looks up -- steadies his glare on

Charlie -- fights to regain his breath.

Will and Charlie look toward the road. Then simultaneously,

they look to the rifles, propped against a bookshelf, ammo

sitting in a nearby box.

Equidistant, neither moves toward the guns.

WILL:

They’re not loaded.

CHARLIE:

(spitting venom)

I don’t need a gun.

They assume identical fighting stances.

93.

CHARLIE:

(re:
the police)

They’re about two minutes away. You

won’t live to see them die.

Renee struggles in the corner, frantic.

Charlie lunges at Will -- lands a punch to his head. Will

staggers -- misses with a punch. Charlie strikes again with a

kick to Will’s side.

Will absorbs the kick -- jumps back into fighting stance.

The sirens grow louder.

Charlie attacks again, landing a combination of punches to

Will’s stomach and face. Will FALLS to the ground, injured.

CHARLIE:

You haven’t been training, I see.

Charlie strides to the kitchen -- grabs the CARVING KNIFE --

stands over Will.

CHARLIE:

You are nothing. I created you. And

now I will destroy you.

Charlie rears back with the KNIFE above his head. Before he

can swing it down, Will lands a kick to the side of Charlie’s

leg with the bottom of his foot, DISLOCATING Charlie’s knee.

Charlie CRUMBLES to the ground, but holds onto the knife.

Will struggles to his feet.

Charlie lunges --swings the knife --rips a small gash in

Will’s neck -- then falls, immobilized by the knee injury.

Will applies pressure to his wound. BLOOD creeps through his

fingers. The sirens grow louder still.

CHARLIE:

You’re no better than the wretches

you once helped me destroy. Better

kill me now, or I will find you.

WILL:

I pity you.

CHARLIE:

My movement will spread, and you’ll

die along with the other wasteful,

ignorant fools.

94.

Will moves to Renee -- unties her.

EXT. CABIN - NIGHT - CONTINUOUS

Will and Renee exit as TWO POLICE CARS arrive. Still

pressuring his wound, Will waves his free hand.

INT. CABIN - NIGHT - SAME

Charlie agonizingly pulls himself toward the rifles.

EXT. CABIN - NIGHT - SAME

OFFICERS Lou, George, and EDDIE (30s) rush toward the cabin.

George stops to check on Renee and Will. Lou and Eddie draw

their guns, creep toward the door.

OFFICER LOU:

You okay? He in there?

Renee crouches behind the police car.

WILL:

Dislocated knee. He’s immobilized.

Lou flings the cabin door open.

INT. CABIN - NIGHT - CONTINUOUS

Charlie sits propped against the bookshelf with an eerie

smile, and the RIFLE pointed directly at the doorway.

Before Lou can react, Charlie PULLS THE TRIGGER: Crack!

EXT. CABIN - NIGHT - CONTINUOUS

Lou flies backward out of the doorway -- lands in the dirt.

George and Eddie duck for cover. GUNS DRAWN, they crouch

along the side of the cabin.

Will’s eyes grow large. He joins Renee behind the police car.

INT. CABIN - NIGHT - CONTINUOUS

Charlie methodically breathes... survival mode.

95.

EXT. CABIN - NIGHT - CONTINUOUS

George shuffles to a position under the window. Eddie

crouches next to the still-open door.

As George rises up to look in the window, the WINDOW IS

BLASTED OUT by a shot from Charlie, inches from George’s

head. Broken glass showers the veteran.

Lou writhes in the dirt, clutching his abdomen.

OFFICER LOU:

He got me, George. The a**hole got me.

George and Eddie make eye contact. George POINTS to the

window -- then holds up THREE FINGERS.

Eddie nods, his gaze steady on George’s silent count.

TWO FINGERS.

Sweat pours down Eddie’s face; his eyes grow wide.

ONE FINGER.

As George drops his last finger, he reaches up and breaks

what is left of the window with his gun to attract Charlie’s

attention. Charlie FIRES toward the window.

Eddie draws in a deep breath, ready to hop into the doorway.

Before he budges, A SINGLE GUNSHOT from off screen.

INT. CABIN - NIGHT - CONTINUOUS

Charlie receives the bullet in the chest, directly through

the heart -- slumps dead instantly.

EXT. CABIN - NIGHT - CONTINUOUS

Will, pale from blood loss, stands above Lou, HOLDING his

freshly discharged HANDGUN, still pointed at Charlie with a

firm, steady hand. WILL HAS JUST KILLED CHARLIE.

Eddie rushes into the cabin, gun pointed at Charlie.

INT. CABIN - NIGHT - CONTINUOUS

Charlie sits motionless. Surrounded by his books. Eddie

checks for a pulse.

96.

OFFICER EDDIE:

No pulse.

EXT. CABIN - NIGHT - CONTINUOUS

Eddie dashes to Lou -- kneels -- grasps Lou’s head.

OFFICER EDDIE:

Stay with us.

Lou, barely conscious, mumbles incoherently. George rushes to

the squad car, grabs the radio:

OFFICER GEORGE:

51 to base. Send a bus to the Nasy

residence. Officer down. Civilian

injuries sustained.

Will slowly lowers the gun -- drops it in the dirt.

DISSOLVE TO:

INT. HARDWARE STORE - NIGHT

The Old Clerk reclines motionless in a folding chair. His

mouth hangs ajar. Seemingly dead.

Beverly enters -- peruses the shelves -- notices the Old

Clerk -- rushes to him.

BEVERLY:

Are you okay?

She gently grasps his shoulders. He doesn’t move... then

suddenly jolts upright, awake.

OLD CLERK:

Sorry ‘bout that. Dozed off.

He stands, very much alive: Will didn’t spray the abrin.

INT. HOSPITAL OPERATING ROOM - NIGHT

A NURSE stitches Will’s neck. Renee sits next to him.

NURSE:

You’re a lucky guy. A millimeter

deeper, you’d be in the basement.

Gonna be one heck of a scar. It’ll

be with you the rest of your life.

97.

Will’s look says, ‘More than you’ll ever know.’ She finishes

the last stitch, shows Will with a hand mirror.

WILL:

I’ll survive.

FADE TO BLACK.

ROLL CLOSING CREDITS

DISSOLVE TO:

FLASHBACK - EXT. MANSION - KIDS BIRTHDAY PARTY - DAY

Extravagant:
CLOWNS, MAGICIANS, JUGGLERS, STILT WALKERS.

Spoiled white KIDS run amok, while their PARENTS sip mimosas

and gossip in expensive attire.

YOUNG WILL (3) isn’t interested in the performers -- jogs to

his DAD holding a baseball and mitt.

YOUNG WILL:

Daddy. Come play.

Will’s Dad, sporting a polo shirt with an Oil Company logo,

has his EARLY MODEL SMARTPHONE to his ear -- shushes Will.

YOUNG WILL:

Daddy.

Will’s Dad covers his phone, annoyed -- whispers to Will:

WILL’S DAD

Go play with Dominga. I’ll come

later.

Disappointed, Will jogs way.

MOMENTS LATER:

Will plays catch with his portly Hispanic NANNY. Young Will

misses a catch. The ball rolls down a hill into a bush.

The Nanny turns her attention to a crying child.

Young Will jogs after it -- nears the bush -- looks in...

Suddenly two hands grab Will -- pull him behind the bush.

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