Hancock Page #4
HORUS (CONT'D)
I'm late for work. Get some sleep.
Tomorrow always feels better...
AARON:
.after a good night sleep.
The light FLICKS off and the man's silhouette form exits the
room.
INT. HALLWAY - NIGHT
Horus backs his way out. Shuts the door. Mary's hand greets him
from behind.
It startles the man. He.tries to regroup.
HORUS:
Mary.
9.
Mary inches closer - passion oozes from every pore. She nestles
up against her husband.
Horus stands uncoordinated, pressing his hands against her back.
He is gentle, but as effective as an armless masturbator.
Mary caresses his neck. Moves her lips to his ear, enraptured
BY:
the moment.
And out of nowhere...
HORUS (CONT'D)
(AWKWARD)
I'm late.
Mary snaps from her trance. Unshackles her hold, like she almost
expected it.
MARY:
(DISAPPOINTED)
Right.
(BEAT)
Coffee's by the door.
She marches back into the kitchen. Horus stares at his feet.
S hakes his fists, mentally kicking himself in the face.
He settles for the door, grabs hisjac ke , coffee thermos. A
look at Mary and he's out thedoo rt
CUT TO:
INT. KITCHEN - NIGHT
Mary - against
the kitchen sink.
Her thin cotton
dress clings to a body still'robust with enrgy,
to breasts so ful l they could yread Uncl
And while the storm rages outside, Mary burns in a feverish
sweat. The swelling steam and running ho t water combine to
saturate her chest and face - she drips.
Mary gazes out at the wet abyss, possessed by some inner
longing.
A T.V. SET. It MOANS from the corner of a room. Scant
blinking red neon from the street cannot disguise thecant lighting
torture this r oom has seen.
10.
Torn, mildewed' curtains. Damp carpeting,. et _ d by every form
of bodily discharge. No self-rem n� g maggot would want to be
caught dead here.
On a shredded s, blotched with urine and cum, we SEE a
trenehc -l�n open carton of cigarettes accompanies the
picture.
An open door faces the MOANING TV set. It's the bathroom and
it's occupied by the intensely frazzled image of Hancock.
He squats on the TOILET, pants around the ankles, cape shrouded
around him.
Those unforgiving eyes plant on the TV screen, a cigarette
dangling from the corner of his lip.
We discern the MOANS to be human and we SEE that he is watching
a PORNO flick - flashes of flesh upon flesh in a f***ing frenzy.
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