Hancock Page #3

INT. BEDROOM - NIGHT

Horus, in full uniform - dark blue pants, shirt.

7.

He dips into a dresser, pulls out a thick black leather belt -

complete with holster.

Horus returns to the dresser for one final item - It's obscured

by his arm but we feel it to be some heavy chunk of metal.

He confronts the mirror, twirls this piece, holsters it. And we

SEE it to be a FLASHLIGHT.

A shoulder patch reads...

U-RENT SECURITY CO.

Their motto:
"TO OBSERVE AND RECORD"

Horus tucks a hat under his arms, ready to move.

INT. AARON'S ROOM - NIGHT

A jar of MARBLES rests upon a window ledge. Outside, the story

is rain.

On a bed, sprawled on his back, Aaron gazes up at the empty

ceiling - the black eye squats prominently on his face.

Aaron brings his hand before his eyes. Looks at it. Studies it.

Slowly, his fingers converge into a tight FIST - a boy's

interpretation of a man's weapon.

A gentle KNOCK disperses the knuckles. Horus peers in.

HORUS:

How's the eye?

AARON:

Black.

Horus enters.

Stands awkwardly before his son.

HORUS:

It'll be gone in a week. Mom'11 touch it

up with some make-up and you won't even

know it's there.

AARON:

Yeah I will. And I don't want any girly

make-up on my face.

Horus deposits himself on the bed. Hunches over-h13 knees.

B.

HORUS:

(almost apologetically)

There'll always be people around

who'll... exert force over those of us

who just want to live in peace.

Aaron listens, observing his father's efforts.

HORUS (CONT' D)

(pain in every word)

The thing to do is... to avoid them.

They're no-wins. Can't-wins. You hold the

anger... and move on. You hold the anger.

(turns to Aaron)

I tell you because I can't take it,

seeing you hurt. You're part of me.

(BEAT)

I've felt what you're feeling now. And if

you've got any of me in you, you're gonna

feel what I felt-when you go up against

one of 'em. Turn away... that's what you

do... the other cheek. You do that for

me. No, you're not the coward. Not you.

No. I'll be the coward, all right? 'Cause

I don't want to see you hurt. I love you.

I ask you to do that for me... your old

man.

And while he utters these words, Mary watches from the dark

hallway - moved b y his affection.

She oversees a father-son embrace.

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