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EXT. DEEP WOODS - HOUSE - NIGHT

Secluded. Satellite dishes line the roof. A TV flickers from

within. The curtains rustle as someone peaks out.

Charlie and Will walk from the parked truck to the door.

INT. DEEP WOODS HOUSE - CONTINUOUS

Smoky. Cluttered. A shady hillbilly, JIM (50s), ushers them

in. Charlie stares Jim down, all business. Will stands back,

detached; they’ve done this before.

Jim rubs his fingers together expectantly: ‘the money?’

CHARLIE:

The results?

JIM:

You don’t trust me by now?

(smiles)

Right.

Jim fishes two documents off a messy desk.

JIM:

Squeaky clean as always.

Charlie inspects the documents: two sets of STD results.

Charlie nods -- hands Jim a small roll of cash.

Jim thumbs the cash -- grins -- leads them back into the...

INT. HALLWAY - CONTINUOUS

Jim keys into a bedroom. Charlie enters -- pulls the door

closed behind him. Jim leads Will to another...

8.

INT. BEDROOM - CONTINUOUS

A REDNECK PROSTITUTE (35) sits on the bed -- clicks off her

TV -- mechanically starts to undress. Jim leaves them alone.

Will stares at her blank-faced -- starts to disrobe. Routine.

INT. CABIN - LATER THAT NIGHT

Moonlight illuminates the cabin. Charlie and Will sit next to

each other cross-legged -- eyes closed in deep meditation.

Their breathing is deep, focused, rhythmic; their faces

completely calm. Crickets and the occasional frog are the

only thing we can hear over their breathing.

DISSOLVE TO:

EXT. CROP ROWS - DAY

Charlie and Will work their field. Will notices a POLICE CAR

winding up the driveway.

WILL:

Father.

(points to the cop car)

Should I get the rifles?

CHARLIE:

Remain calm, William.

WILL:

How could they know?

CHARLIE:

We don’t know what they know. Keep

your eyes on me. If I clench my

fists, we attack. Understood?

WILL:

Yes, Father.

CHARLIE:

We are prepared for this.

Will nods. Charlie walks to the driveway. Will follows.

EXT. DRIVEWAY - CONTINUOUS

The police car parks and TWO OFFICERS, LOU (25) and GEORGE

(50s), exit. Charlie nears.

9.

OFFICER LOU:

Had a helluva time finding you.

CHARLIE:

May I help you?

The Officers scan the property.

OFFICER GEORGE:

Just the two of you here?

(off Charlie’s nod)

We just have a few questions, sir.

Mind coming with us?

CHARLIE:

I’d prefer to answer here. We’re in

the middle of some work.

OFFICER GEORGE:

We better head down to the station -

to follow protocol and whatnot.

WILL’S POV:
Will watches Charlie’s hands, awaiting the

signal. Charlie slightly curls his fingers... no fist.

OFFICER LOU:

Know why you were so hard to track

down, sir?

No reply. George eyes his overeager young partner.

OFFICER LOU:

Damn hard to find a man who doesn’t

take part in the census - and

doesn’t pay taxes on the odd jobs

he steals from hard working, law-

abiding citizens.

OFFICER GEORGE:

Enough, Lou.

(to Charlie)

Why don’t you just come along now?

CHARLIE:

The crops don’t work themselves.

I’m sure you can appreciate that.

OFFICER GEORGE:

I can.

George and Lou look around. Charlie’s eyes instinctively dart

to the SHED. The thick PADLOCK dangles... UNLOCKED. Charlie

scowls accusingly at Will. Will meets his gaze, anxious.

10.

CHARLIE:

You said you have some questions.

The Officers turn their attention back to Charlie.

OFFICER GEORGE:

Yessir.

Lou can’t keep his eyes from the shed -- starts toward it.

OFFICER LOU:

(re:
the oil drums)

What’s in there?

CHARLIE:

Vegetable oil. For the truck. We

create our own biodiesel.

OFFICER LOU:

You mind giving us a little tour -

show us how it works?

CHARLIE:

Another time.

OFFICER LOU:

(re:
the shed)

What’s in there?

Will gulps, nervous -- shifts. Charlie grits his teeth --

wiggles his fingers. Lou edges closer to the shed.

CHARLIE:

Unless you have a warrant, you must

leave now. Nothing personal. We

have work to do. We understand our

rights and appreciate our privacy.

Officer Lou scoffs -- continues toward the shed. Charlie

takes a step toward Lou.

OFFICER GEORGE:

Please relax, sir.

OFFICER LOU:

Get down on your knees.

CHARLIE:

Am I under arrest?

OFFICER LOU:

You bet your ass you are.

11.

OFFICER GEORGE:

Lou. Easy.

CHARLIE:

On what charge?

Will’s eyes widen. Sweat beads on his brow.

OFFICER LOU:

Practicing construction without a

license for starters.

Charlie relaxes his hands. Lou approaches Will.

OFFICER LOU:

Where’s your mom, partner?

Will stares Lou straight in the eyes.

WILL:

Dead.

OFFICER LOU:

You guys have a smooth operation.

All alone up here. What exactly

does your dad do up here, buddy?

WILL:

We respectfully live off the land.

A simple life. My father is a

veteran. A hero.

CHARLIE:

Enough, William.

Lou moves toward the shed. Too close. Charlie sidesteps --

stands in his way. Lou, threatened, instinctively reaches for

his gun -- grabs Charlie’s collar with his other hand.

Charlie allows Lou to initiate contact. Lou attempts to force

Charlie to the ground. Charlie doesn’t budge.

LOU:

I said get your ass on the ground!

With lightning quick speed -- Charlie punches Lou in the jaw.

Lou drops hard, immediately knocked out.

Will assumes a fighting stance, ready to lunge at George.

CHARLIE:

William - relax.

Lou lies unconscious. A drop of blood trickles from his mouth.

12.

George is frozen: 30 years of nonviolent crimes in Podunk

hasn’t prepared him for this. He kneels next to Lou. Will

sprints to the shed -- fastens the padlock.

Charlie voluntarily raises his hands above his head.

CHARLIE:

I was provoked, Officer. I was

cooperative and he grabbed me.

George stands -- fumbles -- draws his gun.

OFFICER GEORGE:

Just come along. You don’t want any

more trouble.

Charlie walks toward the police car.

OFFICER GEORGE:

I have to cuff you.

Charlie allows George to handcuff him.

Lou’s eyes flutter. He comes to, dazed, unable to move his jaw.

OFFICER GEORGE:

Just stay still, Lou.

(to Will)

Get in the car, son.

WILL:

I’m not going anywhere.

OFFICER GEORGE:

How old are you?

CHARLIE:

(off Will’s hesitation)

He’s fifteen.

OFFICER GEORGE:

Can’t leave you out here alone.

WILL:

This is my home. I’ll take care of

myself until my father returns.

CHARLIE:

It will be fine, William. Come.

13.

INT. COURTHOUSE MEETING ROOM - DAY

Charlie, in a prison jumpsuit, sits with Will. The CASE FILE

rests on the table.

CHARLIE:

Go to the property. Make sure

everything is secure.

Will chews his thumbnail, staring a hole in the table.

CHARLIE:

Look at me... There are so few

strong men left in this world.

WILL:

I know, Father.

CHARLIE:

You must be one of them right now.

The prosecutor is recommending 3

years in prison.

Will’s eyes show fear.

CHARLIE:

Based on previous cases and with no

prior offenses, I’ll work it down

to 16 months. Out in a year with

good behavior. Worth it to stop

them from snooping around, ruining

everything we’ve worked for.

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