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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