Kalifornia Page #22

Brian stops. The sympathetic expression on his face changes.

With hatred in his eyes, he pivots around, strides out of

the bedroom and moves toward the front of the house to Early.

in the front room Gun in hand, Brian rushes back into the

room. He wields the pistol toward the ground where Early

lay... but Early's not there.

Brian's eyes dart around the room... then suddenly, from

behind him, Early grabs him!

He wrenches Brian's head back and whips his belt buckle knife

toward his throat!

Brian manages to lift his hands to his neck an instant before

the knife tears through his flesh. The knife slices a vicious

wound across the back of Brian's right hand. He drops the

gun to the floor. Brian elbows Early in the ribs and pulls

away from him. He reaches to the ground for the gun, but

Early kicks him in the stomach and sends him crumbling to

his knees.

EARLY:

Go ahead Bri, ask me something.

(beat)

You wanna know how I'm feeling'?

Well I'd say I'm feelin' pretty damn

good.

On all fours, Brian reaches out for the gun, but Early kicks

it across the room.

EARLY:

How 'bout you? You feelin' good?

Another kick to Brian's chest. The wind rushes out of him.

EARLY:

...'Cause you sure don't look so

good.

(beat)

Or maybe you're feelin'... powerful.

That it, you feeling powerful?

Superior? I know I am.

Early unloads a ferocious kick to the side of Brian's face!

His head snaps back, his handcuffed arms buckle and he falls

flat to the ground.

EARLY:

What? Am I angry with my daddy? Now

why would I be angry with my daddy...

you're the one hit me with the shovel.

And you're the one's gonna wish you

hadn't.

With one last effort, Brian manages to pull himself back up

to his knees. He focuses on the gun ahead of him and tries

to crawl toward it. But Early's foot shoves Brian. He flips

over onto his back, landing in front of the bedroom doorway.

Early moves toward him, knife in hand.

As Early moves toward Brian, unexpectedly from inside the

doorway, the torso of the female child mannequin whips past.

Her hardened molten face slams into Early's bloodied face.

Early stumbles backward.

Brian crawls for the gun and grabs it. From his knees he

turns, steadies the weapon, takes a quick breath... and fires.

Hitting Early square in the chest!

Early falls to the ground on his back. Brian lifts himself

to his feet.

He sees that Carrie has dragged the bedframe to the doorway,

and in her free hand she holds the child mannequin by the

leg.

Gun in hand, Brian steps over to Early. Early's body is still.

Blood oozes from the hole in his chest. On a silver chain

around his neck is the key to Brian and Carrie's handcuffs.

Brian reaches down and grabs the keys... when suddenly Early's

arm springs up from his side. His hand grabs Brian's shirt

collar. Brian is startled by the move, then realizes that

Early's hold is weak. His fingers tremble. Finally his arm

drops back down to his side.

EARLY:

Hey Bri... I think I need a doctor.

What d'ya say?

The two men stare at one another for a moment... then Brian,

with one hand still on the handcuff keys, shoves the .45

automatic firmly under Early's chin.

CLOSE ON BRIAN:

BRIAN:

...Sorry 'bout this Early.

o.s. BANG!! rings out as...

CLOSE UP on the chain and keys snapping free from Early's

neck.

CLOSE UP on Brian's handcuffs hitting the dusty wooden floor.

CLOSE UP on Carrie's handcuff swinging empty against the

rusty bedpost.

TRANSITION TO:

A montage of the photographs taken throughout the journey.

Last image:
A book "On The Road To Madness" By Brian Kessler.

THE END:

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