Fine, but if I don’t go, the whole
thing’s off. No money. Nothing.
Alright. Let’s just hope Bad Jack
makes quick work of his man.
INT. STONE BASEMENT - DAY
BAD JACK, bald head, thick mustache, a dirty rotten beast of
a man, sits with an American Flag draped over his shoulders.
GIDEON, Jack’s greasy-haired corner man, circles him.
No man can best you. No one has
your thirst for blood. All men fear
you. That English Nance is no match
for the beast he is to face today!
Bad Jack stands with a fury and bellows out a grunt that
could only come from a wild thing. Raw emotion and power exit
his lungs. Fireworks are coming.
EXT. BROKEN DOWN BUILDING - DAY
Half knocked down stone building packed to the brim with a
boisterous fancy(crowd). A mix of pickpockets, gamblers,
beggars, and working class men escaping their daily grind.
They all huddle around a boxing stage eagerly waiting for the
fighters to arrive.
Near the back of the fancy, Kieran wraps his arm around
Destine, staring with disdain at the devious crowd.
Kieran sees a prime viewing spot on a stack of crates. He
pulls Destine to it. As they jump up a squirmy SOD takes the
spot and pulls a knife.
Kieran backs away with Destine who looks on disappointed.
What would you have me do? Have it
out with the man right here?
The mob erupts as the fighters enter. Bad Jack stomps through
the crowd with his armed gang of BOWERY BOYS and tosses his
hat in the ring. The crowd cheers even louder.
Met with strong boos, his opponent VINCENT HAMMOND, the
strong jawed British champ, throws his hat in.
The crowd is pushed back by grisly men whose job is to keep
the mob from climbing in the ring, messing with the fighters.