
Creed
1 INT. FIGHT CLUB/ BAR- TIJUANA MEXICO- DAY 1
We open on a mural of Jesus Christ, painted on the wall of
the bar. We pan down to reveal dank surroundings where
disinterested patrons are watching a brutal flyweight match
between TWO HISPANIC FIGHTERS.
2 INT. DRESSING ROOM- FIGHT CLUB/ BAR- TIJUANA MEXICO 2
More of a water stained box where ADONIS JOHNSON (20’S,
Black) leans from one side to another, attempting to stay
loose. FLORES (30’s) a battle scarred Mexican fighter, stands
across from Adonis, thick and menacing, with a neutral
expression. Adonis glances at his opponent, who stares back
emptily. The door opens off screen.
REFFEREE (O.S.)
Vamanos!
3 INT. RING- FIGHT CLUB/ BAR- TIJUANA MEXICO 3
Adonis, prances around the ring, avoiding Florez who is
struggling to make contact, and growing tired. Florez corners
Adonis up against the ropes, and after missing a few jabs,
WHAM he ducks into Adonis and lands a pretty deliberate head
but above his left eye, opening a deep gash. As Adonis tries
to recover:
WHAM WHAM, he lands two bone crunching hooks tothe gut.
Adonis takes an airless breath and stumbles back to the
middle of the ring, wiping blood from the gash as the bell
sounds.
Adonis heads to the corner, where a WAITRESS (40s) puts a
stool down. He sits and she squirts water into his mouth.
The bell for Round 3 sounds. He starts towards Flores, with
more bounce in his stance. Flores takes a swing at his head,
and Adonis evades. Flores swings again, and again, even
harder, and Adonis ducks both and then crushes a left
uppercut into Flores' chin, followed by a flurry of
alternating punches that send Flores crashing to the mattunconscious.
The ref flies in waving, and Adonis spits his mouthpiece out
and heads to the corner.
REF:
(in Spanish)
6-7-8-9-10
Adonis looks on and starts biting at his glove to take it
off. The ref walks over and pulls $500 out of his pocket,
hands it to Adonis right there.
4 EXT. US MEXICO BORDER- DAY 4
Several cars line up at the inspection booths. Adonis, drives
in a primer colored 1967 Mustang, holding a T- shirt to his
eye. He hands his passport to the BORDER PATROL AGENT, who
looks at him, shakes his head, and signals him through.
5 INT. ER WAITING ROOM- LOS ANGELES COUNTY HOSPITAL- EVENING 5
Adonis sits in a crowded ER waiting room.
NURSE (O.S.)
Donnie Johnson?
6 EXT. BALDWIN HILLS STREET- NIGHT 6
Adonis’ Mustang pulls into a hillside driveway. He punches a
code into a keypad, and a large iron gate opens. As he drives
up the cobblestone driveway we pull back to reveal a
breathtaking mansion, we notice the fresh bandage over his
eye.
7 INT. CREED MANSION- KITCHEN- CONTINUOUS 7
A hand wearing a massive wedding ring scoops beef stew into a
bowl. We pull up to reveal MARY-ANNE CREED (70s), dressed
modestly, but a regalness about her.
She slides the bowl in front of Adonis, who sits at the
kitchen island, and pours herself a glass of vodka. She puts
her hand to his cut.
MARY ANNE:
Do you have to come here after your
fights? It’s like you want to rub
my nose in it.
ADONIS:
It’s tradition.
(beat)
Don’t you want to know if I won?
MARY ANNE:
It doesn’t matter. Even when you
win, you’re losing.
(beat)
2.
(MORE)
You given any more thought to going
back to school?
Adonis doesn’t say anything.
MARY ANNE (CONT’D)
What about the internship?
ADONIS:
Maybe... if it works with whatever
schedule Duke puts me on.
MARY ANNE:
Have you even talked to him?
ADONIS:
Tomorrow... what you got on TV?
MARY ANNE:
Watching our boy.
8 INT. CREED MANSION- LIVING ROOM- HOURS LATER 8
ON SCREEN- Walter White, in a desert standoff with members of
a rival cartel, when... it cuts to credits.
Mary Anne and Adonis sit next to each other on the couch.
Adonis’ shoes off, his white socks dangling like a toddler.
ADONIS:
You got another one in you?
MARY ANNE:
Naw, grandma’s gotta head off to
bed... you gonna stay the night?
ADONIS:
Naw, I’m gonna get to the house...
Beat.
MARY ANNE:
How’s your mom?
ADONIS:
She cool, I guess.
MARY ANNE:
Good... that’s good.
Adonis stands up, and gives her a big hug.
3.
MARY ANNE (CONT'D)
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