Hancock Page #2

INT. APARTMENT - NIGHT

see STEAM, rising from a faucet of running HOT water.

It rises from a sink of soiled dishes - where Mary deposits

another set of pots. She's clearing the table.

Down a dark hallway, a streak of light escapes from an open

door. Inside and on the bed, the frail posture of Horus changes

out of his clothes.

INT. BEDROOM - NIGHT

Horus disrobes down to his t-shirt and briefs. He stands before

the closet mirror, scrutinizing the emaciated, sand-kicked-in-

the-face body.

5.

Horns strikes

a He-man pose, his

biceps in the

wind.

He removes the Police apparel,

plastic. Proceeds to put it on.

INT. RED

EYE MOTEL - NIGHT

FISH:

How the f*** can I help you sir?

SUPERHERO:

A room.

6.

His blood-shot eyes mean it.

Fish turns to the back wall. Grabs a random KEY from a nail.

FISH:

Top floor, 7F. Fifteen a pop, up front.

(re:
the check-in sheet)

And your John Hancock makes it sweet.

The Superhero scrutinizes the CHECK-IN sheet. Scribbles

HANCOCK:

on the dotted line.

Fish hands over the key. Then, pulls it back from Hancock's

grab.

FISH (CONT'D)

I don't take messages, I don't do favors,

and I don't know you from Jack. You want

sheets, they're extra. Towel's extra.

Plunger's extra.

HANCOCK:

I need quiet. Is it quiet?

FISH:

Quiet? Hey pal, we look like a public

library to you? The girls work. Some of

them scream, some of them moan...

(SMILES)

and some of them just kinda lay there

cold. You want quiet, I got cotton balls

you can stick in your ear. They're extra.

Hancock eyes Fish, mentally dissecting the vermin with his bare

hands. He withdraws from his coat the WAD of loot. Pushes it

under the window.

And while Fish collects, he leans into the window and emits a

deep GROWL. Fish recoils. The bills fly.

Hancock takes the key. Exchanges it with a metal ORB - the

strangulated remains of the bell. It rolls out of his palm and

CLINKS off the counter.

Hancock sidles off. Fish - the cat's got his tongue.

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