Homegrown Page #3
- R
- Year:
- 1998
- 102 min
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WILL:
Why don’t you at least meet with an
attorney, Father? It couldn’t hurt.
CHARLIE:
I’ve read enough to represent
myself better than the vast
majority of attorneys. You could
even do better than most.
Will nods, confident in Charlie. Charlie leans in, serious:
CHARLIE:
It is of utmost importance we do
not draw attention to ourselves.
Conceal your intellect and physical
abilities. Avoid photographs.
Anonymity is one of our most
powerful assets.
14.
Quaint, one-story home. Will, carrying a small duffle, walks
with his new foster mother, MRS. CAHILL (60).
MR. CAHILL (63) rocks slowly in a rocking chair on the porch.
MRS. CAHILL
This is my husband, John.
No response. Mr. Cahill continues to gaze into the street.
Mrs. Cahill leads Will in. Will glances back at Mr. Cahill.
INT. CAHILL HOME - DAY - CONTINUOUS
A den/dining/kitchen combo. Will marvels at the interior.
Modest decor - but a posh lounge compared to the cabin.
MRS. CAHILL
Not exactly Lifestyles of the Rich
and Famous, but it treats us well.
Will studies each painting and photo -- stares at a photo of
the Cahills - much younger - with a uniformed SOLDIER.
MRS. CAHILL
(re:
the soldier)Our son...
Her eyes turn sad for a moment. A medieval-style CRUCIFIX
hangs on the wall. Will eyes it with disdain for a long beat
-then follows Mrs. Cahill into the...
Decades of accumulated stuff. She points to an old BICYCLE:
MRS. CAHILL
You’re welcome to use it. I took it
for a tune up. We’re about five
blocks from the school. Or I can
drive you - if you prefer.
WILL:
I’ll walk.
MRS. CAHILL
Up to you. I’d like to see the bike
get some use.
15.
INT. WILL’S ROOM - MOMENTS LATER
Mrs. Cahill shows Will his room. Basic. But he’s blown away.
MRS. CAHILL
Towels are in the restroom closet.
I’ll leave you to get settled.
INMATES stand in racially segregated clumps.
Charlie stands alone. A massive, tattoo-covered skinhead,
JACOB (35), approaches.
JACOB:
Whaddya say there?
Jacob towers above Charlie. Charlie assesses Jacob, calm.
JACOB:
Talking to you, boy.
Charlie eyes Jacob, unblinking, unintimidated. More SKINHEADS
trickle up. The BLACK PRISONERS observe from across the yard.
JACOB:
You have two options: Keep giving
me the mime act and make this
stretch a living hell.... Or make
some friends today. Join up with my
crew. Help us run this place.
CHARLIE:
I prefer to serve my time alone.
JACOB:
Did it sound like you had a choice?
Charlie attempts to step away, but he’s surrounded.
JACOB:
Enough talk. Let’s welcome him.
A Skinhead, BJ (30), rushes at Charlie --swings. Charlie
ducks -- lands an uppercut. BJ falls, knocked out cold.
The next CRONY steps up. Charlie sweeps his leg -- lands a
punch to the face before he hits the ground.
A SKINHEAD PUNK pulls a SHANK from his waistband. Jacob
notices -- shakes his head -- wants to see what Charlie can
do in a fair scrap. Punk tucks the shank away.
16.
A third SKINHEAD punches from the side. Charlie dodges it --
grabs the wrist --punches the elbow hard, breaking the arm.
PRISON GUARD:
(O.S.)
Hey! Break it up.
A GUARD rushes over. The Skinheads back off. Charlie
maintains his fighting stance, on high alert.
BJ starts convulsing on the ground. The Guard rolls his eyes.
PRISON GUARD:
Somebody go get BJ his meds...
One of the Skinheads sprints away.
PRISON GUARD:
(re:
the fight)Your handy work, Jacob?
JACOB:
No way, boss. Not me. New guy here
is a real firecracker. Better keep
a close eye on him.
PRISON GUARD:
Right.
JACOB:
I’m a product of my environment.
Just seem to end up in compromising
situations sometimes.
The Skinhead runs back with a pill and water cup -- feeds BJ
the medicine. His breathing slowly returns to normal.
PRISON GUARD:
Alright. Everybody cool off.
The crowd disperses. The Skinheads stare Charlie down.
JACOB:
We’ll see you later then. Pleasure
to make your acquaintance.
INTERCUT - INT. PRISON CELL / INT. WILL’S ROOM - NIGHT
Charlie and Will each sit cross-legged, meditating.
ON CHARLIE:
Clanking of cell doors; footsteps of guards; andprisoner chatter echo, but Charlie’s focus is unbreakable.
17.
ON WILL:
An occasional passing car and the faint whirring ofelectronics disrupt the silence, but he’s completely at ease.
EXT. CAHILL HOME - ESTABLISHING - PRE-DAWN
The neighborhood sleeps. The sun barely hints at rising.
INT. WILL’S ROOM - SAME
The clock reads 5:41. Will instinctively wakes -- rolls onto
the floor -- starts doing push-ups.
Dark. Eerily quiet.
Charlie - seemingly the only person awake in the entire
prison - does push-ups.
INTERCUT WILL AND CHARLIE: They go through their workout
routine - as if in unison - but in their new environments.
INT. HIGH SCHOOL - COUNSELOR’S OFFICE - DAY
Will - in his threadbare outdoor attire - sits opposite a
hefty COUNSELOR. She looks puzzled.
COUNSELOR:
Now - have you ever been in school?
(Will shakes his head)
Because your placement tests were
actually darn good. I’d recommend a
full track of advanced courses.
Will grimaces:
he revealed too much intellect on the tests.WILL:
I’ll pursue the average curriculum.
COUNSELOR:
You’ll be bored. Some of the AP
instructors are doing very exciting-
WILL:
No.
18.
COUNSELOR:
At very least, try AP U.S. History -
I think you’ll connect with Mr.
Ganthon. And let me know ASAP if
you want to switch into the other
advanced courses.
INT. HIGH SCHOOL HALLWAY - LATER THAT DAY
Congestion between classes. STUDENTS covertly check their
SMARTPHONES at their lockers, presumably banned from use
inside the school.
Will walks with a stack of books -- passes a group of POPULAR
GIRLS. They take a break from texting to gawk.
GIRL 1
Where’d they find that creature?
GIRL 2
My mom said his dad’s a total
psycho. Raised him in the woods.
GIRL 1
Twisted. Where’s he staying?
GIRL 2
Foster care... with the Cahills.
GIRL 3
It’s like, the kid has been through
enough, then you stick him with a
batty old couple.
Will overhears their jeers but walks straight ahead.
GIRL 3
Tragic.
GIRL 1
Please, Em. You’d probably blow him.
GIRL 3
(playing along)
He is kind of cute...
The Girls giggle.
Down the hall, a group of BOYS stare at Will. The apparent
leader is ADAM (17): handsome, athletic, cruel.
ADAM:
Freak show. Look at those clothes.
19.
BOY 2
Imagine growing up in the woods,
man. I bet his dad was bangin’ him.
BOY 3
His dad got 14 months, bro. He’s
stuck here with us.
BOY 2
Home-schooled his whole life.
BOY 3
Home-everythinged...
BOY 2
Home-schooled is just a fancy way
of saying molested. Sick sh*t, man.
Adam - much taller than Will - intentionally bumps into Will,
knocking his books to the floor. The Boys snicker.
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