Homegrown Page #9

Charlie eats alone. GOBI (50s; beady-eyed), joins.

GOBI:

Name’s Tom Gobieski. Call me Gobi.

Gobi talks fast -- avoids eye contact.

GOBI:

I don’t get mixed up with the

gangs. I’m more of a thinker...

Seems we got things in common. Saw

that book collection of yours -

Nice spread.

Charlie eats, ignoring Gobi. Gobi brags:

GOBI:

I was a professor on the outside.

Had my way with a few too many coeds.

A few got mouthy - disappeared.

Charlie glares at Gobi, disgusted.

GOBI:

You need anything, or wanna talk

philosophy or play chess, come find

me... I’m on library duty.

51.

Charlie stands -- walks away.

INT. RENEE’S HOUSE - DINING AREA - SAME

Dinner is underway: beef stroganoff, salad, bread.

WILL:

Everything is delicious.

DIANA:

Thank you, Will.

RENEE:

His first time eating beef

stroganoff.

BEN:

You’ve never stroged it off?

Weirdo.

Renee silences Ben with a kick under the table.

WILL:

(without thinking)

I’ve never eaten beef actually.

DIANA:

Oh no. Do you have dietary

restrictions? I should’ve asked.

AMOS:

You Muslim?

RENEE:

Muslims eat beef, Dad.

WILL:

I usually cook fish, deer, fowl, or

hog. Depends on the season.

DIANA:

(impressed)

You cook? Wow. Any particular

reason you choose those meats?

All eyes on Will. He proceeds slowly, self-conscious.

WILL:

Well, my father and I - we catch

our own fish. Hunt our own meat.

Ben looks at Will with a newfound respect.

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BEN:

Can you take me? I will totally

snipe some deers.

DIANA:

Deer.

BEN:

No no. Deers. I would take down

five or six big ass-

DIANA:

Language.

BEN:

Five or six big-boned deers.

DIANA:

Deer, hon. Plural of deer is deer.

BEN:

Whatever. Will you take me hunting?

CLOSE ON WILL’S intense gaze as we...

FLASHBACK - EXT. WOODS - EVENING

Will and Charlie creep with RIFLES, wearing camouflage.

CHARLIE:

3 o’clock. 60 meters.

Will rapidly pivots -- eyes his scope --fires at a tree in

the distance with a target painted on it. Bark flies.

The rifle kicks a bit, but he seems in control. Definitely

not his first time. He c*cks the rifle. Charlie checks the

shot with binoculars.

CHARLIE:

Too high.

BINOCULAR POV:
Nearly a bull’s eye - millimeters too high.

CHARLIE:

Shooter at 12 o’clock. 25 meters.

Will drops to a knee behind a fallen log -- steadies --fires

at the target painted on the 12:00 tree. Slightly high.

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CHARLIE:

Too high. Again. When you’re too

weak or hesitant, the gun kicks,

the bullet enters too high, and the

target suffers. Steady, strong

hand. We must respect our targets.

Directly through the heart. No

suffering. Clean kill.

WILL:

It’s just paint on trees.

Charlie glares at Will, provoked. A long beat.

CHARLIE:

Get in the truck.

EXT. MAIN STREET - EVENING - MOMENTS LATER

Charlie’s truck cruises along.

INT. CHARLIE’S TRUCK - MOVING - CONTINUOUS

Will stares out the window. They still sport hunting camo.

They cruise past a FATHER and SON playing catch.

WILL:

What are they doing?

CHARLIE:

A pointless activity to fill time.

WILL:

They just heave it back and forth

repeatedly?

CHARLIE:

Correct.

Will takes a long look at the catch game -- squints --

perhaps recalling a distant memory from his subconscious...

CHARLIE:

Their lives are meaningless.

The comment snaps Will from his reminiscence. He chuckles,

amused by the ‘pointless’ game. His laugh is unnatural -

obviously not a common behavior.

WILL:

Such an unproductive use of time.

54.

They pass a HOMELESS MAN panhandling on a street corner.

WILL:

And him?

CHARLIE:

These people are everywhere: drug-

addicted, mentally ill, cast away

by society, begging for scraps.

A SERIES OF SHOTS:

-DUSK. Charlie drives down the interstate. Will rides in

front. The only vehicle on the road.

-MIDNIGHT. Charlie continues to drive. Will sleeps.

-DAWN. Charlie pulls off the highway -- parks deep in the

WOODS. Will wakes as he feels the car stop.

CHARLIE:

Come. We have a small hike.

EXT. OIL FIELD OUTSKIRTS - MORNING

Charlie and Will walk silently, rifles on their shoulders --

arrive at a steep drop-off.

CHARLIE:

Here.

They stop. Several UPRIGHT OIL RIGS populate the landscape

down below:
active fracking derricks.

A handful of WORKERS in jumpsuits and hardhats work the rigs.

A PARKING LOT and MOBILE OFFICES sit between the derricks.

MOMENTS LATER:

Charlie and Will lie flat on their stomachs, rifles -now

with silencers attached - pointed toward the oil field.

WILL’S RIFLE SCOPE POV: Searching for movement. An old

compact car parks. A black man exits in a SECURITY GUARD

uniform. The crosshairs finds his chest.

WILL:

I have him.

Will is calm -- c*cks the rifle -- finds the trigger.

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CHARLIE:

No. He is not a target.

Will exhales. The Guard strolls into the office, oblivious.

Will’s scope finds one of the workers.

CHARLIE:

No. We do not perpetrate senseless

violence.

A chubby, sharp-dressed oilman, NAT CLOUMIN (50) exits the

mobile office, barking into his phone. Charlie narrows his

eyes. Will aims at Nat.

CHARLIE (O.S.)

Nat Cloumin. He’s ravaged the earth

via hydraulic fracturing for

decades to extract the almighty oil

and natural gas.

Will tracks Nat with the crosshairs, focused.

Nat approaches his pristine RANGE ROVER -- paces as he

continues his phone conversation.

CHARLIE (O.S.)

Contributes more than 250 million

dollars per year to heartless, pro-

oil, climate change denying

politicians and lobbyists. True

criminal. Do it.

Will steadies on Nat -- closes one eye -- inhales --thwap!

The bullet soars just over Nat’s shoulder -- shatters his car

window. Nat startles -- lowers his phone, frozen.

CHARLIE:

Too high. Weak, William.

Charlie calmly finds Nat in his scope -- settles on his chest

-- pulls the trigger --thwap.

Nat crumples to the ground: dead. Clean kill.

Charlie and Will stand -- stride into the woods. Composed.

END OF FLASHBACK.

56.

INT. RENEE’S HOUSE - DINING AREA - RESUMING

BEN:

Will you teach me to shoot?

Will stares at Ben vacantly.

RENEE:

I don’t think your behavior has

earned an invitation.

AMOS:

I’m a bit of a sportsman myself,

Will. Maybe we could go out

sometime.

Will looks at Amos, not sure how to reply.

INT. RENEE’S CAR - LATER THAT NIGHT

Renee parks outside the Cahill home. Will looks straight

forward. Renee leans over and kisses him on his cheek. He

blushes. Awkward silence.

WILL:

Thank you.

RENEE:

(laughing)

You’re welcome.

Renee turns his head, closes her eyes, and plants a long kiss

on his lips. Will’s wide eyes remain open. His mouth stays

rigid. Renee pulls away:

RENEE:

You can move your lips around on

mine... if you want.

Will nods. They share a proper closed-mouth kiss.

Renee tilts her head -- slips in her tongue. He lets it

happen -- blinks. She pulls away. Will turns serious.

WILL:

I have to tell you something.

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