Walking Tall Page #4

INT. HOSPITAL

DOCHRIS:

(To Chris' family) Folks, he's pretty

banged up, inside and out. Whoever did

this left him for dead. A lesser man

wouldn't have survived.

SHERIFF WATKINS:

I'm gonna need a statement from him

Doctor.

DOCHRIS:

He's in no condition to give you one.

SHERIFF WATKINS:

I'll also need a copy of your write-up

along with toxicoloy, blood alcohol

level and so on.

MICHELLE:

What are you talkin about Stan?

SHERIFF WATKINS:

I'm just tryin to get some facts here.

MICHELLE:

Oh come on you need to be out arresting

whoever tried to kill my brother not

testing his BLOOD.

SHERIFF WATKINS:

I'm just doing my job Michelle. Ok?

I understand how you feel. But we still

don't know yet who started all of this.

CONNIE:

Well it wasn't Chris.

DAD:

Just find out who did this to him Stan.

SHERIFF WATKINS:

I'll do my best Mr Vaughn. I really

will. In the meantime I have to file

a full report. You lemme know when I

can talk to him.

The doctor nods.

SHERIFF WATKINS:

Thank you.

DOCHRIS:

He's gonna be fine Michelle.

MICHELLE:

Thanks.

INT. HOSPITAL WARD

Ray goes into a room and takes a big bunch of flowers from there.

NURSE:

BEAUTIFUL flowers!

RAY:

Thank you, they're for my best friend.

INT. CHRIS HOSPITAL BED

RAY:

Hey sarge, so much for our VIP... status.

Don't they teach you any fighting skills

in the army.

CHRIS:

How did you do?

RAY:

Not good. But I tell you, that guy was

feelin me this morning.

Chris begins to laugh but is in pain.

RAY:

You okay?

CHRIS:

Some homecoming hey.

RAY:

I don't know if you've noticed but this

aint exactly home any more.

EXT. FAMILY HOUSE

Chris has returned home. He's still in bad shape and his parents

help him out of the car. He insists on taking the steps by himself.

PETE:

There's some old crutches in the garage.

Chris laughs.

INT. LOUNGE

A montage ensues with Chris on the couch, sometimes with Ray,

other times with Pete. Chris is recovering, and is exercising

by the end of it.

INT. GARAGE

Chris pulls the cover off an old truck. He smiles and gets in.

He starts the engine.

DAD:

Changed the plugs a while back.

CHRIS:

Appreciate that Dad.

DAD:

I might've had serious issues with your

career choice but just didn't seem fair

to take it out on an innocent truck.

Where you headin?

CHRIS:

I was goin into town to get some supplies.

Wanna come?

DAD:

Let's go.

INT. CAR

DAD:

Ya whole life, all you wanted to do

was get outta here. What made you come

back.

CHRIS:

You gonna think I'm crazy. I been thinking

about the mill. When I was a kid goin

to visit you at work, the smell of that

fresh-cut cedar. You remember that smell.

DAD:

Mmm I remember a lotta nice things before

the mill closed.

CHRIS:

When did they go outta business? (Nods

to a closed supply store).

DAD:

Closed about six months ago. There's

a home depot about fifteen minutes up

the road.

CHRIS:

And that? (Nods to an adult XXX shop)

DAD:

Don't ask.

They laugh.

EXT. OUTSIDE THE HOUSE

Jay pulls up in his car.

JAY:

Hey. First of all I wanna say thanks.

CHRIS:

For what?

JAY:

He's been fired, and his gaming permit's

been pulled. I don't know how my security

cameras didn't catch that.

Jay starts to help Chris taking wood off the truck but Chris

throws it back on.

CHRIS:

They miss a lot at your place don't

they Jay.

JAY:

Look Chris I hate seein ya like this.

CHRIS:

Your boys did it.

JAY:

Wait wait... so they got a little rough,

they were a bit edgy. Understandably.

You don't know what kind of a**holes

they have to put up with on a daily

basis. Look, they've been reprimanded.

They say you went nuts man. I'm sorry.

I know the proper term vets use is post

traumatic stress.

CHRIS:

What the f*** are you talking about?

JAY:

Whatever it was, you tore my place apart

and it wasn't easy for me to get my

guys agree not to press charges. Look

Chris, if you had a problem... shouldn't

you have come to me? Look, I wanna bring

you inside. Chris I wanna make you head

of security. Whaddya say?

CHRIS:

No.

JAY:

Ah well. I guess you probably need time

to think about it. This is for you.

It's a little something to help you

get... Y'know..

He puts down an envelope with money in it. Chris gives it back

to him.

JAY:

Come on man, don't be like that. I came

all the way out here to your house just

to see you get back on your feet.

CHRIS:

I'm goin to the sheriff.

JAY:

I'm sorry you feel that way. I'll see

ya round Chris.

INT. POLICE STATION

CHRIS:

Excuse me.

An officer is on the phone ignoring him.

CHRIS:

Excuse me.

The sheriff comes out.

SHERIFF WATKINS:

Well hey Chris. Good to see you up and

about, you're lookin spiffy.

CHRIS:

I'm here to press charges.

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