Bare Knuckle Page #3

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Bad Jack throws Vincent into the ropes and bashes his face

into mush. Jack is a rabid dog unleashing hell. Finally

Hammond goes down and Jack backs away laughing.

Hammond’s face is disfigured. His teeth are broken, his eyes

swollen shut. Jack taunts, pointing and making faces.

BAD JACK (CONT’D)

I don’t remember you being this

ugly when we started. Good thing

you didn’t take the bet.

Jack’s laughing subsides as he grabs Hammond’s head.

7.

BAD JACK (CONT’D)

How do you like pugilism in

America?

One last punch and SMACK!

INT. THE KNOW NOTHINGS SALOON - NIGHT

Bad Jack, dressed up to the nines in fine gangster attire,

stands surrounded by admirers, all piss drunk on whiskey and

ale in his large two story saloon.

BAD JACK:

(hysterical)

Did you see that ninny’s face?

Jack can barely breathe he is laughing so hard. The extreme

sadistic nature of this hysteria is a window into his heart.

BAD JACK (CONT’D)

And the blood...there was so much

blood.

GIDEON:

To the champion!

They all toast and chug their drinks. Jack spots LESTER, a

uniformed municipal police officer.

BAD JACK:

Lester! You sweaty hairy animal.

An accurate description. Jack puts his arm around the copper.

LESTER:

I made a good deal of money on you

today, champ!

BAD JACK:

And now you want to spend it.

Jack turns around and whistles. A mature, voluptuous woman,

HELEN, approaches with her breasts out.

LESTER:

No, no. Younger.

Helen reveals a hint of a smile.

BAD JACK:

Look at that. The whore is happy

she doesn’t have to f*** a

festering pig like yourself.

8.

LESTER:

You’re a sh*t, Jack.

He waves over the youngest whore, ELIZABETH. She cozies up

next to Lester. Her innocence accentuates his repulsiveness.

On the main stage, Destine walks out wearing a low cut dress.

Jack stops mid drink, enamored by her beauty.

BAD JACK:

Everyone quiet.

Some quiet, but not all.

BAD JACK (CONT’D)

I said shut your f***ing mouths!

Silence.

Destine looks down to Kieran who is standing near the stage,

smiling with encouragement.

Destine launches into an elegant French song. Her sensual

moves drop the jaws of all the nastiest, grimiest men in New

York.

Bad Jack leans against the wall next to Kieran. Kieran double

takes looking at the city celebrity.

BAD JACK (CONT’D)

That your lady?

KIERAN:

Yeah, she’s mine.

BAD JACK:

She a good f***?

Kieran tenses up and holds his stare to Destine.

BAD JACK (CONT’D)

Looks like she’d be a right good

lay in the hay. Those tits. Love to

have those bouncing in my face.

Kieran turns aggressively to Bad Jack.

KIERAN:

I kindly ask that you mind your

mouth, champion. My lady deserves

respect even from the likes of

pugilistic royalty, aye?

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