The Color of Redemption
By: Jason Stubblefield

slimshady29@yahoo.com
3129 burlew blvd apt n
owensboro, ky 42303
270-231-0611 / 270-247-0232

FADE IN:
EXT. NEIGHBORHOOD -- DAY
"INDIANA POSTAL SERVICE" beams across the side of a rusty white truck, it rolls past a stretch of idyllic suburbia.
A raging army of black basketball players rumble across a ballcourt as the truck rolls a crowded park.
MR. POSTMAN, forties, navy tinged short-shorts, pounds down the steps of his truck, stops to leer at the boys.
MR. POSTMAN
There goes the gotdamn neighborhood.
Our mail carrier files into the cluttered yard of a rundown shack that sticks out like a sore thumb on the block.
EXT. JOEY'S HOUSE -- CONTINUOUS
DONNIE, twenties, shaved head, suspenders, rocks on the porch toking a joint.
MR. POSTMAN
If it ain't the homeboys it's the goddamn skinheads.
Donnie double-takes as he spies Mr. Postman approaching.
DONNIE
Shit.
Steals one last puff, flicks the spliff in the yard.  
Mr. Postman mashes the burning butt into the ground, files up the steps of the porch.   
MR. POSTMAN
Good morning.
Muffled rock music screams through an upstairs windowpane.
Mr. Postman clangs on the door knocker as a screaming match rages just behind the other side.
No response.
Mr. Postman checks his watch, pounds the knocker, listens to the loud ruckus through the door.
MR. POSTMAN (CONT'D)
Nobody home?
DONNIE
I dunno know sounds like their all dead.
MR. POSTMAN
If ya don't know then what the hell are you doing out here watching the grass grow?
DONNIE
Yea now fuck off daisy duke.
MR. POSTMAN
Donald powers I bet your grandfather's rolling in his grave right about now.
Donnie glares up from the rocking chair.
DONNIE
What did you just say?
MR. POSTMAN
You heard me poncho, I'm not a doctor but I bet raising a schizophrenic neo-nazi bastard grandson doesn't help a heart condition.
Donnie lunges for a shotgun beneath the rocking chair.
DONNIE
You sure that what you just said? 
MR. POSTMAN
No, I didn't say nothing, just put the gun down son, I got an old lady and grand babies at home-
Donnie pulls the trigger, blows a hole through Mr. postman's chest.  
Mr. postman crawls down the walkway gushing blood from every orifice.
Donnie strides towards a lawn mower.
DONNIE
By the way, your old lady prefers it in her ass.
Donnie jerks back the cord, the mower roars, he chops threw a patch of weeds and b-lines towards the horrified man.
DONNIE (CONT'D)
Guess it don't matter now.
MR. POSTMAN
(screams bloody murder)
No!
Donnie rears up the mower, grinds the buzzing blades into Mr. Postman's face.
Donnie recovers the smoldering joint, pulls a deep draw, belts out a cloud of smoke.
DONNIE
There goes the goddamn neighborhood. 
EXT. JOEY'S HOUSE -- CONTINUOUS END OF HALLUCINATION
Mr. Postman shuffles his hands in front of Donnie's face.
MR. POSTMAN
Does it sound like I'm speaking in foreign tongues, goddamit answer me.
DONNIE
Huh?  What?
MR.POSTMAN
Earth to rain man I been trying to deliver this package for the last five minutes. 
Donnie fidgets open a medicine bottle and gulps down a handful of tablets.
DONNIE
There ain't nothing wrong with me.
MR.POSTMAN
Right.
Mr. Postman pounds a melody into the door, it flies open.
CHRISTY, forties, a downtrodden house wife occupying the former body of a perky blond, stands in the threshold.
MR. POSTMAN
Mornin, got another conspicuously wrapped package for your husband.  
RICKY, thirties, the belly of a man who could drain a brewery dry, rocks in a recliner as he funnels down a beer bottle.
CHRISTY
Ricky you promised me no more porn, we talked about this. What is it am I just ugly to you, that why we stopped having sex.
RICKY
Every time we get a knock at that goddamn door your telling our business, from now on your gonna shut your mouth, sign the man's paper and shut that fucking door.
MR. POSTMAN
Excuse me sorry to bother you here but I'm just trying to deliver your mail?
CHRISTY
(Wells with tears)
He's just cranky in the mornings, he's not usually like this.
MR. POSTMAN
Right. 
Her fingers tremble a sloppy autograph across the signature pad.
CHRISTY
Thanks.
Mr. Postman sputters out "your welcome" as the door slams in his face.
MR. POSTMAN
How would your old man like it if he had to get off his fat ass and get his own mail huh?  Huh! 
INT. JOEY'S HOUSE -- CONTINUOUS
Ricky cranks up the volume, a small boy pounces in front of the tv.
FRANKY, seven, sunny hair sprouts beneath baseball helmet, animated enough to man a thousand cereal commercials.
FRANKY
(swings imaginary bat)
Ricky how much you wanna bet I'll knock one outta tha park, I'll betcha a quarter.
RICKY
Well I hope you can hear me cheering from this recliner cause I ain't moving my fat ass no where.  Now get me a beer, it's last lap.
Franky cha cha's across the television.
FRANKY
But you gotta come, you just gotta gotta.
RICKY
Beat it your blocking tha damn race.
FRANKY
Momma says its a sin to steal from the people that's really disabled.
RICKY
If your momma thinks I'm so damned worthless then what's that make your  nazi shit head brother Joey?  If she'd pull him off her titties he might move out, have kids, get married or get a job one day for all I care.
INT. BEDROOM -- DAY
Hard rock music blares through a room littered in nazi propaganda.
A huge swastika looms over a world war II officer's hat gleaming with nazi medals.
INT. JOEY'S BATHROOM -- MOMENTS LATER
"HATE U" inks across the knuckles of a hand as it buzzes hair-clippers threw a grove of golden locks.
The fist laces up shiny black boots, snaps a pair of suspenders.
JOEY, twenties, entire body inked with tattoos, wages a holy war in his bathroom as he pounds his head to the beat. 
JOEY
We must secure the existence of our people and a future for white children  motherfuckers!
The Aryan poster-boy beats on his chest, flashes the heil Hitler salute.
His war face vanishes as the thumping bass halts, a filtered electronic recording scratches in the distance.
RECORDING
(german accent)
White power.
Joey slams down the clippers and stomps into the bedroom.
EXT. BEDROOM -- CONTINUOUS
He seizes Franky's arm, the child drops a talking Hitler bobble head, it rattles on the floor.
JOEY
What tha holy-mother-fuck are ya doing in here?
FRANKY
Jo-Jo you got company.
JOEY
Don't ever fucking call me Jo-Jo again it sounds like a fagot circus clown.  It's Joey or Joseph.
FRANKY
Don-Don's here.
Joey clenches his fist in rage.
JOEY
Look, I don't give a shit if Abraham Lincoln's here just stay outta my fucking room.
FRANKY
Guess I'll have to tell mom you stole money outta her purse.
JOEY
Guess what franky I don't give a shit so why dontcha tell mom that.
Franky cracks up with laughter.
JOEY (CONT'D)
Oh yea I hope your laughing at that shit head downstairs that's living in our house, eating our food and fucking our mother.  Now that's a joke.
Franky points behind Joey's back as Donnie claws against the window twisting his face into a grotesque figure.
DONNIE
(demonic voice)
More brains! 
Joey slides up the window, smoke drafts into the room. 
JOEY
You forget how to use tha stairs?
 Donnie hustles through the window.
DONNIE
Your fat fuck step-dad locked me out, has anyone ever told you your mom's married to a lazy redneck sheep fucking asshole.
(takes a deep draw, passes joint to joey)
Last dance with Mary Jane dude you better hold it in like a motherfucker.
JOEY
(huffs)
Why don't you put that nigger shit out and have some self-respect.
DONNIE
You quit snorting blow now your the fucking pope.  
Franky scuttles beneath Joey clinging to his legs.
FRANKY
It's already noon.  Andele' andele !
JOEY
Forget it I told you I ain't taking you no were especially the park.  Have you seen it lately?  It's like it get's darker every day.
FRANKY
Come on I'll give you my lunch money for a whole week.
DONNIE
Ohh now you can go buy yourself a fucking moon pie.
JOEY
You want me to take you to tha park?  Ok lemme think about it... No!
FRANKY
You owe me, move it now or I tell mom.
DONNIE
No offense bro but your mom's an over emotional bitch.  Take your chances with the niggers.
JOEY
You can shove your little blackmail scam up your ass cause I ain't going out like some bitch. 
EXT. PARK -- DAY
Joey perches on top of a concrete bench, ogles a pair of vixens strutting by as Donnie doodles a chalk swastikas on the table top.
An engine roars in the distance, Donnie shoots Joey an annoyed look.
DONNIE
Goddamit you told him where I was at didn't you?
EXT. PARKING LOT -- CONTINUOUS
A grimy set of mud tires squeal across the pavement, a confederate flag looms over the hood of the faded pickup.
GARY, late twenties, shaved head, greasy coveralls, hell on wheels literally, mashes on the accelerator.  ANGELA, twenties, worn down and sleazy, struggles to vault out the speeding truck.
GARY
There was two hundred bucks in my wallet before I went to bed and I gotta feeling it went right up your nose.
He grinds down the screeching breaks.
GARY (CONT'D)
I want my two dollars back bitch.
Angela bolts out, slams the door.
ANGELA
Please!  You'd gimme that just to fuck you up the ass with my strap on.
Gary fights to shove open the jammed driver-side door, yanks open the glove compartment, a pistol gleams inside.
Gary hikes his foot out the window, flops over the side of the truck, flails the gun through the air.
GARY
Get back here bitch. 
ANGELA
(flips him off)
Fuck you.
EXT. PLAYGROUND - BENCH -- CONTINUOUS
Joey grips the pistol with one eye cocked open as he aims through the crowd.
JOEY
Bad ass mother fucker!
GARY
Gimme my shit back.  I ain't even supposed to have it, my still on papers.
Joey tucks the gun inside the back of his pants. 
JOEY
Hope your sterilizing your Johnson cause I  wouldn't fuck her wit a borrowed dick.
GARY
You wouldn't fuck her period faggot.  Besides I got standards, she's been on the rag for three days and I still ain't tried to hit it.
DONNIE
Those are pretty high standards no wonder your the favorite.
GARY
I didn't come to talk about me I came to talk about you.
DONTE'
No you came to bitch at me. 
GARY
I know you skipped your appointment.  If your not gonna take care of yourself I will.  You took it today?
DONNIE
Yes mother I already took my fucking medication.
A stray ball from the court slams into Joey's back.
RASHAD, 18, African-American, races towards the bench as Joey charges across the grass.
JOEY
You looking for something boy?
RASHAD
Yea a reason to whoop yo dick sucking Hitler wannabe cracka ass mothafucka.
JOEY
Why don't you lick my fucking balls you little black turd.
GARY
Whatta you say I help Bo jangles here find his sense of direction. 
Gary hurls the ball into traffic, a car steamrolls it into the pavement.
GARY (CONT'D)
There. 
The court empties as the players horde behind Rashad.
Donnie clutches an aluminum bat propped against the canopy. 
Gary zips down his coveralls, flashes a myriad of nazi tattoos across his chest.
JOEY
You just found yourself some trouble if that's what your looking for john boy.
RASHAD
I gotcha boy right here bitch.
Rashad slugs Joey across the face, instantly a violent brawl ignites between the two sides.
Donnie is overtaken by the players in a barrage of punches and blows to his rib cage, flounders the bat to the ground.
Joey is slammed to the ground as a couple of the players pound their high-tops into his shaven head.
PLAYER #2
That's Black power mothafucka how's that feel.
Joey whips out the gun, staggers to his feet.  His attackers scatter as he aims the barrel between Rashad's eyes.
JOEY
You just fucked with the wrong cracker.
Rashad is paralyzed with fear.
RASHAD
Don't do dis man, please.
JOEY
Yesum massa.
Gary pounds his fist into his temple, paces the grass. 
GARY
Joey goddamit!
Joey pops open the chamber, a single bullet rest inside, he spins it, locks pin in place and cocks back the hammer.
JOEY
If you wanna live to see one more day of your worthless sorry fucking life, you better answer a question.
Joey shoves the barrel in his mouth.
JOEY (CONT'D)
Why do I hate you?
Rashad muffles inaudibly around the gun in his mouth.
JOEY (CONT'D)
I can't hear you john henry.
RASHAD
Because I'm black.
JOEY
Your wrong.  It's not cause your black it's because your a nigger.  Not that there's much of a difference but I wanna hear you say it.
RASHAD
Cause I'm... cause I'm a nigga.
JOEY
I didn't say nigga, I said NIGGER, now say it.
RASHAD
Nigger.
JOEY
Give me one reason I shouldn't blow your head off homie?  Clocks tickin.
RASHAD
Becau...
Joey ram the barrel deeper down his mouth.
JOEY
Times up.
He pulls the trigger, it clicks, nothing but silence.
JOEY (CONT'D)
Don't you ever forget who did this to you.
Joey cracks the butt of the gun across Rashad's face, the boy falls over in the dust.
EXT. PARTY HOUSE - FRONT -- NIGHT
A showcase of beat up clunkers clutter over a front lawn.  The deafening sounds of a live band blare from the back yard.
EXT. PARTY HOUSE - BACK YARD -- CONTINUOUS
An army of skinheads fight through a mosh pit raging on a wooden patio that circles an olympic sized pool.  The drummer beats on a set blazoned with a swastika.
INT. PARTY HOUSE - BATHROOM -- CONTINUOUS
Gary's coveralls pool around his ankles as he pounds between Angela's thighs, grunts to a climax.  She stares out the window, numb, a tear rolls down her cheek.
Gary shoves his tongue in Angela's mouth, she breaks away. 
GARY
You know how much I missed that kitty cat so why you playing games with me? 
ANGELA
My grammy died today, your such a fucking asshole Gary. 
GARY
Gimme a break baby you know I got my hand's full with Donnie, it's like he's my kid instead of my brother.
DONNIE (O.S.)
He's full of shit.
Angela screams as the shower curtain rips off the rod, Donnie flops out over the side of the tub.
GARY
Get the hell outta here.
DONNIE
(slurs)
You know he's fucking molly right?
GARY
Get the fuck outta here. 
Donnie staggers out the door in a drunken stupor.
GARY (CONT'D)
He's hallucinating again it's like you can't believe nothing he says anymore.
ANGELA
Whatever gary.
GARY
Look baby I'm sorry, i'll even leave the shop early so I can take you myself.
Gary plants his lips on her forehead.
ANGELA
You can't come.
GARY
I been to lotsa churches?  Do you think I'm gonna piss in the holy water or am I just not good enough for your folks?
ANGELA
It's not a church it's a synagogue.
GARY
What?
ANGELA
That's why I didn't tell you, my grammy was half Jewish.
GARY
I don't give a shit if she's an eighth Sicilian, she's a non-white, which means your a non-white.
ANGELA
I didn't think it would matter.
GARY
Didn't think it would fucking matter?  I been sticking my dick in a mutt for two months and you don't think it matters.  How long have you known about this you lying jew whore?
ANGELA
Gary please.  Nobody's gotta know.
GARY
Fuck you.
ANGELA
Then I won't go to the funeral Gary, don't do this us.  I love you.
Angela caresses his shoulder, Gary slaps her off the counter, she slams into the porcelain tub.
GARY
I'll tell you who has to know, the brothers.  We trusted you and you violated that you kike bitch.
Gary wrangles her into the shower curtain, Angela clings to everything within reach as he drags her out the door.
ANGELA
Let go of me you motherfucker, help, somebody help!
EXT. PARTY HOUSE - BALCONY -- CONTINUOUS
Joey peers over the railing, the iridescent shimmering of the pool ripples over his face.
Donnie blunders onto the patio, drapes his arm around Joey.
DONNIE
Where you at bro cause you ain't at the party.
JOEY
Just thinking.
DONNIE
You woulda been doing him a favor he'll be dead or in the pen by the time he's thirty anyways. 
JOEY
What if I woulda whacked him?
DONNIE
And?  You think the cops around here give a shit about one black kid?
JOEY
Just what if?
DONNIE
How'd you know you weren't gonna blow his head off?
JOEY
I didn't-
Shattering glass and a woman's blood curdling scream crash through the den.  
A rowdy crowd of drunk skinheads cheer Gary on as he swings Angela around in the shower curtain.
DONNIE
I fucking hate that bitch.
INT. PARTY-UPSTAIRS LIVING ROOM -- CONTINUOUS
Donnie and Joey race into the scene, Angela struggles to break free, Gary slings her into the furniture.
JOEY
What the hell are you doing? 
GARY
She's a fucking jew and she lied to us.  Now we all decide what her punishment should be.
ANGELA
Let go of me!
DONNIE
That explains why you like giving head so much, your a fucking kike.
Donnie pops open a liquor bottle, douses her face as she screams gargling for breath.
DONNIE (CONT'D)
Now your about to be six million and one bitch.
Joey shoves Gary into the wall, Angela scurries down the steps naked through the crowd.
GARY
What's your problem, I always thought your nose was a little big joey, are you a fucking kike too?
JOEY
Fuck you, why don't you grow the fuck up your almost thirty.
GARY
This coming from the guy who almost blew the brains outta some niggers head over a basketball.  Why don't you get on your self righteous knees and blow me you fucking jew bastard.
RYAN, 30's, swings Gary around by the shoulders.
RYAN
Take this high school crap outta my fucking house Gary, you know better than to pull this shit here.
Donnie shoves Ryan, he launches into a curio cabinet shattering the glass doors.
DONNIE
Get off my fucking brother asshole.
Ryan charges Donnie, rams him against the wall by the throat.
RYAN
I try to overlook the fact that your a certified retard but that don't mean I won't put you over my knee and make you my little fucking bitch, now get the fuck outta my house.
Donnie's eyes well up.
DONNIE
Papaw? 
INT. PAPAW'S HOUSE FLASHBACK -- CONTINUOUS
An adolescent Donnie scurries across the floor waging war between mobs of plastic army men.
An elderly man drudges threw the door way, scowls at donnie.
PAPAW
Wasn't enough you killed your momma busting outta her womb, now your trying to give me a heart attack.
DONNIE
I didn't do nothing.
Papaw clutches a broken guitar, smashes it remnants into the floor in front of Donnie.
PAPAW
This is not nothing, looks like you need to get your lessons again.
DONNIE
Gary did it.  I swear I'll be good I promise.  Please I don't want anymore lessons papaw.
PAPAW
You shoulda thought about that earlier, it's time I put you over my knee.
Papaw slams shut the door.
INT. PAPAW'S HOUSE -- FLASHBACK
The wrinkled man dons a tattered military uniform, Donnie trembles in his lap, shuffles threw a stack of vintage war photos: a nude man's entrails spray across the beach.
PAPAW
Pay attention at this one.
His veiny fingers skim to a particular photo : Soldiers abuse terrified naked villagers in various stages of sex.
PAPAW (CONT'D)
God see's everything you've done, he sent you here to be punished.
He caresses the child's stomach, slithers his hands towards Donnie's crouch.
INT. UPSTAIRS LIVING ROOM -- END OF FLASHBACK -- CONTINUOUS
DONNIE
I don't want any lesson's papaw.
The crowd of nazis busts into laugher. 
RYAN
The maggots are probably crawling outta your grandpa's ass as we speak now get the fuck outta here tinker bell.
Donnie shatters the bottle over Ryan's head.  
Ryan pile drives Donnie threw a glass table.
As Gary charges him, a group of skinheads tackle him to the ground.
A gang of bystanders shove Joey into the wall.
SKINHEAD
Norman bates here didn't need no help starting it so let him finish it, it's more of us than it is you Joey.
Joey glares past the human barricade as Donnie staggers to his feet.  Ryan charges him, they shatter through the sliding glass door.
Ryan hurls Donnie off the balcony, he plunges into the pool.
EXT. POOL -- CONTINUOUS
The startled band stops, the crowd gasps in unison. 
A thick fog rolls over the water, Donnie settles unconscious at the floor of the pool.
His eyes flare open.
Donnie creeps out of the water with a wild feral look in his eyes, pounds threw the herd of gawking party goers.
SKINHEAD #2
Are you alright man?
DONNIE
(Scream to crowd)
You'd all better leave like right fucking now.
The frozen onlookers glare at Donnie as he charges into a small pool house.
The shanty door slams open off the hinges, Donnie storms out gripping a rusty gas can.
The band desert their instruments on the stage as the panicked crowd flees out of the yard. 
INT. PARTY -- CONTINUOUS
Gary rages towards Ryan, the pack of nazis smash gary against the wall, stomp him out with there steel-toed boots
RYAN
You and your psycho brother and his white trash butt buddy better get the fuck outta here right now Gary if you know what's good for you.
GARY
He don't take too well to being made fun off.
RYAN
I don't give a shit what he likes. 
Gary hawks a loogie onto his boots. 
GARY
Fuck you.
Ryan slams his heel into Gary's face.
A blitzkrieg of shattering glass and destruction blares through the bottom floor, the calamity rises up the stairs.
Ryan ducks out the door, hurtles back inside smacking against the wall.  Donnie storms in the den, smashes the jug over Ryan's head.
JOEY
Fuck him, he's a piece of shit, he ain't worth it donnie let it go.
DONNIE
This is one piece of shit that's gonna burn.
RYAN
No man, don't do nothing stupid Donnie.  We can forget this.
Donnie splashes Ryan's face as he cowers into a corner, clicks the cover off a silver zippo.
RYAN (CONT'D)
Please.
DONNIE
Do you think I'm crazy? 
RYAN
No.
DONNIE
You're wrong. 
Donnie tosses the lighter at Ryan, the flame fizzles out against his wet clothes.  A damp pool expands around his crotch.
DONNIE (CONT'D)
Water.
(smiles)
Now whose the little bitch?
Donnie rams his boot through Ryan's grill, teeth and blood drip off the wall.
EXT. SCHOOL -- NIGHT
A crowd of pedestrians file past the towering building resting on the corner of a busy street, puffs of smoke billow from the roof.
EXT. SCHOOL ROOFTOP -- CONTINUOUS
Donnie paces past the exit door as a motion sensor blinks overhead.  An nuclear cloud of smoke escapes Gary's mouth, he passes a burning pipe to Donnie.
GARY
I shouldn't be smoking this shit wit you anyways, where's Joey?
Gary cracks open a flask, chugs at the stout liquor.
DONNIE
Where he always is. 
EXT. ROOFTOP LEDGE -- CONTINUOUS
Joey balances down the narrow railing with his eyes closed.  He hawks a loogie over the bustling side walk.
MAN'S VOICE (V.O.)
(echoes through his head)
"Don't you ever forget who did this to you"
EXT. NEIGHBORHOOD -- DAY -- FLASHBACK
Two young boys on bikes zoom through a sidewalk full of pedestrians.  
JOEY, 10, curly locks, weaves around a man watering his lawn, whizzes past Mr. Postman, envelopes scatter in the wind.
JOEY
Sorry Mr. Putnam.
The pissed off mail carrier flashes him the finger.  
DONNIE, 10, ditches his bike, trails up the walkway of a small house.
DONNIE
Pull the lead outta your ass Joey, super human samurai's is on in five minutes.
Joey rolls past two young black girls double Dutch in the yard. 
The youngest girl in a bright dress covered with sunflowers, flashes a smile and waves at Joey.
Joey falls off bike, sam introduces himself then the fight starts 
Joey beams a smile back, slams into a tree.
The girl sprints through traffic, pulls Joey up by the arm.
TRISH
I'm trish what's your name? 
JOEY
(awe-struck)
Joey ray...
An iron shatters out of the front window of Joey's house.
A violent ruckus spills threw the window, other appliances torpedo through the remaining shattered glass frame.
DONNIE
I think your dad's back home.
Christy, in her 20's, tumbles out the door screaming onto porch.  Blood trails from the corner of her mouth as she scrambles to her feet.
MIKE, 30's, throws a handful of her belongings onto the front yard.
MIKE
I'll take him so far away you'll have to dream about his graduation day you fucking whore, you think that's a threat that's a promise.
CHRISTY
What judge would give custody to a worthless disabled drunk who can hardly hold his own head up much less raise a kid.
Mike belts Christy across the face, wrangles her up by the hair, smears her face against the window.
MIKE
(To christy)
You take my son and they'll never find your body bitch.  Don't you ever forget who did this to you, ever!
DONNIE
(screaming in tears)
Joey let's get outta here. 
EXT. ROOFTOP LEDGE -- END OF FLASHBACK
Donnie jerks at Joey's arm as he stares out vacantly at the city.
DONNIE
Joey let's get outta here. 
JOEY
(in a daze)
What?
DONNIE
What the hell are you doing? 
JOEY
What does it look like I'm doing?
DONNIE
I know you ain't got the balls to kill yourself so suicides out.
JOEY
Just thinking.
DONNIE
Bout what?
JOEY
Shit.
DONNIE
Well you can think about shit on the way to the gas station, I gotta have a square or I'm gonna kill myself.
EXT. SCHOOL ROOFTOP -- NIGHT
VERONICA, 35, beautiful, African-American, creeks open the rusty door; spies the flask, recovers it, tips out a tear drop of liquor from the empty bottle.
VERONICA
Whoever's up here, your in deep shit so  you well come out cause I'm not going nowhere.
The door slams behind her as she navigates past the buzzing air conditioners.
A furry arm wraps around Veronica's waist from behind.
GARY
(slurs)
Ms. Lake? 
VERONICA
(breaks away)
You scared the shit outta me Powers, how can you graduate ten years ago and your still a pain in my ass.  What the hell are you doing up here?
GARY
Drunk, lonely, horny.
VERONICA
If your bored join the boys club, your trespassing and you got five minutes or I'm calling the cops now get the hell outta here.
Gary runs his fingers threw her hair.
GARY
What's that saying, there's always an exception to every rule.  Your a teacher you should know that.
Veronica slaps his hand away, Gary licks at the "VIRGO" tattoo on her breast.
VERONICA
First of all your a nazi, you smell like a gin mill and you can hardly stand up.  But what I wanna know is why you even bothered to graduate.
Gary's playful grim twist into a hateful sneer.
GARY
In school we always used to take bets on whether or not fucking you would give us a rug burn.  I think it's time to find out. 
VERONICA
That's it Powers.
Her cell phone shatters to the ground as Gary seizes her wrist.  Gary slams her against an a/c unit.  He wiggles between her legs, hikes up her skirt.
VERONICA (CONT'D)
(Screams to the top of her lunges)
Somebody help.
Gary rips off his belt. 
GARY
I'm doing you a favor.
INT. CONVENIENCE STORE -- NIGHT
The arabic clerk shoves his hand in Donnie's face.
CLERK
You buy or you leave.
Donnie hawks up a wet loogie into his palm the shoves a candy display across the counter, he and joey rumble out the door.
DONNIE
(Indian accent)
Thank you and have a nice day.
Joey bumps into a white man, his arms gripped around a black woman.  The apologetic couple clear the way.
JOEY
Watch where the fuck your going.
Donnie snags a newspaper, they slip out the door.
EXT. SIDEWALK -- NIGHT
Donnie maneuvers aimlessly threw clusters of pedestrians as he reads the paper. 
DONNIE
"Gemini: disaster looms ahead as you prepare to rear your other face".  I wish I could get a job making this shit up.
JOEY
Ain't your birthday in June?  Sucks to be you.
Joey and Donnie approach the school building.
DONNIE
What's your sign?
JOEY
I don't believe in that shit, I make my own future.
DONNIE
Come on what's your sign? 
JOEY
Virgo.
DONNIE
Virgo: today's gonna be a very bad day.
Veronica screeches from the rooftop, her body slices through the air, splatters into the sidewalk with a disgusting thud.
INT. POSH APARTMENT HALLWAY-- NIGHT
TRISH, African-American, twenties, wears an airline jacket,   her face cloaked behind gucchi shades and long flowing black hair, slinks a convoy of designer luggage towards apartment A.
She thumbs through a pile of bills.
TRISH
Bills, bills, bullshit, and more bills.  God how long have I been gone?
INT. LIVING ROOM -- CONTINUOUS
A cigar smolders into an extravagant tapestry, a black serpent slithers across an elaborately decorated Egyptian motif.
Trish steps threw the shroud of smoke and drags inside, extinguishes the cigarette.
TRISH
Two thousand dollar Egyptian rug, i'mma whoop his ass.
She curls the snake into her fingers, pecks a kiss on its snout.
TRISH (CONT'D)
I bet daddy didn't even feed you did he boots?
Trish tucks the serpent in it's cage as a toilet flushes from the bathroom.
INT. BATHROOM -- CONTINUOUS
KEVIN, late twenties, African-American, huge wired eyes as if he hasn't slept in weeks, fidgets with the toilet lever while Trish taps against the door.
KEVIN
Just a minute..  Just a mothafucking minute. 
The knock grows into a loud bang, his fingers tremble at the toilet lever.
The toilet flushes as Trish busts open the door.
KEVIN (CONT'D)
Babygirl I thought you was coming home tomorrow.
TRISH
I hitched the red eye, why?  You got plans or something?
KEVIN
Look if you gon' trip let me know now, cause I'mma bounce for good dis time and you bet dat on everything.
Trish eyes a syringe rattling in the toilet.
TRISH (CONT'D)
I prayed the whole way home the tv was still here. I could hear it in your voice, you zooted outta yo damn mind.
KEVIN
If you was eva at home then I wouldn't need this shit, what I'm posed' to day all day, twiddle my thumbs ad hope you have a fucking layover.
TRISH
It's always the same story, I'm I supposed to change, are you supposed to change?  We never resolve shit so I'm done playing house wit you, I don't deserve this.
KEVIN
Naw what you deserve is for somebody to sit yo ass down somewhere, I'm tired of this shit, you sleep on it and halla at me when you grow up.
Kevin shrugs past her towards the door.
TRISH
I don't have no kids so I sure as hell ain't raising no junkie.  I'm threw carrying you.  This time don't come back.
Trish slams her engagement ring on the counter.  Kevin snaps back seizing her by the wrists. 
KEVIN
How do i know you even really had a flight.
TRISH
Don't get it twisted, you lied to me.
They scuffle across the bathroom, he grips her by the chin.  
KEVIN
Even after i kick this shit for good, all your ever gonna be is just a whore in a little pretty package. 
Trish slaps him across the face.  Kevin rips off his ring, hurls it through the glass shower door, it shatters over the floor.
INT. LIVING ROOM -- CONTINUOUS
Trish races behind him slinging clothes in his face.  Kevin rages through her glass curio cabinet like a bull in a china shop.
TRISH
Get out! 
Kevin slams out the door, Trish spies a picture of Veronica on the refrigerator.
A BANG pounds against the door.
TRISH (CONT'D)
I'm not playing these games with you!
Trish flings open the door, SAM, fourties, african-american, slouches at the threshold, face flustered with tears.
TRISH (CONT'D)
Daddy?  What the hell are you doing here it's a two hour drive and you don't even call first, and don't tell me you were just in the neighborhood.
SAM
I tried to call but every time i picked up the phone I couldn't even get the words out, I couldn't make myself say it.
Sam fights back tears as Trish reads the grief in his eyes.
SAM (CONT'D)
Babygirl I need to tell you in person.
TRISH
Is something wrong with mom?
(tears up cover her mouth)
She had another stroke didn't she, me and Ronni told you to make her stop smoking-
SAM
Yo momma's fine, it's Veronica she's dead.
TRISH
What do you mean she's dead? 
SAM
This whole thing is my fault, she's dead because of me.
TRISH
What the hell are you talking about? 
SAM
God gots a way of punishing you, even if you've punished yourself for the last fifteen years- 
TRISH
I'm grown now daddy that was a long time ago, how long you gonna keep blaming yourself.
SAM
You don't understand- 
TRISH
Are you drinking again?  That's it, I'm calling momma right now.
Trish whips out her cell as Sam unwrinkles a wad of carbon paper, places it in her hand "GRAVES CO. CORONER'S OFFICE". 
SAM
Didn't you hear what I said, ronni's dead.  I couldn't even tell it was her until I saw her tattoo.
Trish gasps, it hits her like a ton of bricks, she stumbles to the carpet as her heart breaks.
TRISH
(screams as she dials a number)
No, no, no, no, she is not dead, I'll call her.  She's not dead do you hear me?
VERONICA (O.S.)
(Over speakerphone)
This is Veronica, unfortunately I can't come to the phone, maybe I'll call you back maybe I won't.  BEEP
Sam cradles Trish in his arms.
SAM
She's gone baby, she's gone.
EXT. COURTHOUSE -- DAY
A police cruiser roars past a flock of reporters, a convoy of state police trail the cruiser up to the courthouse steps.
An army of skinhead’s and Klansmen wave nazi flags as they scream across a metal barricade.  
An outraged mob of protesters wield “Justice for Veronica” posters as they scream back across the other side.
Amidst the center of the chaos a Klansman cloaked in a scarlet robe wails through a megaphone, riling up the enraged mob.
GRAND DRAGON
We’re just here taking a stand for white pride and white power, Instead martin Luther king day how bout we honor a real hero like Adolph Hitler, in fifty years there will be no white race.  White power for Gary powers.
The shouting mob reaches a deafening uproar.
Cameramen equipped with sound boom and light operators hover over a newswoman as she races into the center of the madness.
DANA, thirties, poises her self beneath the glaring lights
DANA
This is Dana haughton reporting from the graves county courthouse in a life edition of “you be the judge”. Today we examine Judge Robert kelly’s dismissal of federal hate crime charges against Gary Powers, a known white supremacist. Is justice really blind in this small Indiana town? You be the judge.
Dana ambushes a stray man from the crowd
DANA (CONT'D)
Sir what's your reaction to today's ruling.
MAN
The judge might have well as pushed her off that roof his self, justice has never will never be blind in this town.
Joey tugs Franky along threw the rowdy mod.
JOEY
Now ain't the time for your usual dora the explorer bullshit so stay right here and I mean it.
FRANKY
Why are they so mad Jo-Jo?
JOEY
(screams)
It's Joey.
A battalion of shot gun wielding cops escort Gary threw the blockade.
FRANKY
Gary!
Franky spies him approaching, zips under the legs of the protesters and out into the blockade.
Joey spies something bizarre in the crowd, Trish wavers in the shifting madness, mascara runs down her face.
JOEY
Trish?
Franky wiggles between the metal barrier, zooms threw the blockade, clings to Gary's leg.
GARY
Franky what the hell are you doing here, where's Joey?
FRANKY
Gary where are they taking you.
The guards snatch Franky away, a man in a trench coat leaps over the barrier, tasers Gary.
Gary collapses, convulses wildly as an army of cops tackle the man, scores of bystanders vault over the barrier as shear pandemonian erupts, the chaos surges into a brutal riot.
EXT. COURTHOUSE  COMMONS -- CONTINUOUS
Trish stoops on a bench, she glares at the violent brawl threw the huge white stone pillars.
A "justice for veronica" flier floats over the crowd and sweeps straight to her feet.
Franky ducks away from the madness, scampers down a walkway,  spies Trish weeping on the bench.
FRANKY
I ate my momma's pink birth pills one time, I thought steam was gonna shoot out her ears.
TRISH
Do we know each other lil man?
FRANKY
No but I cried just like you when I got my spanking so I figured your in trouble.
TRISH
Yea I guess you could say I'm in a little trouble.
FRANKY
What's wrong?
TRISH
I'll never get to see my sister again.
Franky plops on the bench, hugs Trish tightly, they share an awkward embrace.
FRANKY
I gotta big brother named Joey he's a jerk.
TRISH
Joey?  Look your parents are probably looking for you you better go.
Joey scours through the crowd furiously, snatches a man by the collar, the protester points him towards the benches.
FRANKY
There he is now.
Franky zooms down the long walkway bounces into Joey’s arms.
FRANKY (CONT'D)
Jo-Jo!
Joey clings to him tightly, kisses his forehead.
JOEY
Where you been at, anything could have happened do you even know what the hell's going on right now?
FRANKY
(laughs)
Are you crying?  
JOEY
No I'm not.
FRANKY
Yes you are, I knew it.  Wait till I tell don-don.
JOEY
I'm crying cause I love you, you little shit head.
FRANKY
I love you too. 
Franky rests his head over Joey's shoulder, as he packs the child down the walkway, Trish glares at him straight ahead.
Joey freezes in his tracks. 
JOEY
I can't believe you came back, for a minute I didn't think it was you.
TRISH
(snide)
You don't know me joey ray, look at you, you don't even know yourself.
RASHAD (O.S.)
(screams)
Don’t you ever forget who did this to you!
Joey twirls around as he snuggles Franky into his breast.
Rashad steadies the barrel of a revolver and pulls the trigger.
A bullet slugs through Franky’s chest, blood splatters Trish's face, she lunges beneath the bench.
Joey topples over on the ground as an army of hostile cops tackle Rashad into the dirt.
Joey screams at the heavens as he clings onto the limp boy, a bystander attempts to check for a pulse.
JOEY
(In hysterics)
Get away from him! He’s my brother, he’s my baby brother...
Donnie bursts through the horrified crowd, his heart drops through the floor as he realizes the source of the hysteria.
DONNIE
No.... Franky....
Donnie rushes to Joey’s side as he cradles the child’s bloody body. Franky’s head falls over, his vacant eyes stare straight up at Donnie.
Scene where trish falls out the ps have to pick her up 
EXT. HOSPITAL -- NIGHT
Joey rocks anxiously on a bench, blood soaks through his tank top.
Ricky paces the corridor as Christy gushes with tears, kneeled over on the bench praying vigilantly.
A set of double-doors swing open, they spring to life.
A visibly shaken doctor gathers his thoughts for a moment as he struggles to speak.
His eyes confirm there worst fear, Christy falls into Ricky's arms.  
Joey smashes his fist through the glass of a portrait on the wall, storms off down the hallway.
Joey bashes open the door with is foot, it slams into a doctor wheeling a stretcher, a small child's arm bounces from a body bag.
The doctor stuffs the arm inside, zips the bag and wheels down the hall. 
Joey rampages violently through the furniture in the corridor, collapses in the hallway. 
EXT. JOEY'S HOUSE KITCHEN -- DAY
A nascar tournament races across the television.  Ricky huffs as Christy paces across the tv screaming into the phone.
CHRISTY
You should feel like father of the fucking year.  The first time you see your boy in seven years he's dead.
A filtered voice screams out the receiver, Ricky flashes his hand to catch her attention, she breezes right past.
CHRISTY (CONT'D)
What family pride?  You hate your father.
Ricky blast the volume, Christy pounds it back down instantly. 
CHRISTY (CONT'D)
Burying him's not gonna bury your guilt, it's just a cheap shot at redemption.  Sorry mike your seven years too late, 
RICKY
Trace could ya- 
CHRISTY
(screams into phone)
Your not burying my baby in Germany.
RICKY
(shrieks)
Baby can you scoot outta tha way.
Christy hurls the phone threw the tv, the glass screen shatters, sparks as it begins to smoke.
CHRISTY
Maybe one day you should get outta that fucking chair and do something other than just sit there and take up space, your worthless, you haven't cried for him once you heartless pathetic son of a bitch.
Ricky gapes in utter shock.
The front door swings open, Joey treks through the living room, surveys the destruction.
JOEY
What happened to the tv?
RICKY
Your mother happened.
INT. FRANKY'S BEDROOM -- DAY
Joey sprawls out on a child's messy bed as he tinkers with a baseball figurine.
JOEY
You woulda been a hell of a outfielder.
Joey revs back the wheels of a toy fire truck. 
The tiny vehicle zooms across the floor and crashes into Ricky's foot as he staggers in the door way gripping a liquor bottle.
RICKY
(slurs)
What the hell are you doing in here?
JOEY
What does it look like I'm doing?
RICKY
Your the last person who should be in here, beat it Joey.
JOEY
This was my house a long time before my mom dragged your sorry ass outta the fucking gutter.
RICKY
I got bad news for you boy, those beatings your pappy give you they just love taps and if you disrespect me in my house one more time then i'll break your ass down you fucking punk.
JOEY
You were a sloppy pissy dirty drunk when she met you, and you'll be exactly the same when she leaves you, what's wrong she hasn't told you yet?
Ricky wrangles Joey into a headlock as they slam into a small tv, the screen bursts against the floor.
RICKY
I'm the man of this house you little fucking bastard do you understand?
JOEY
(Gasping for breath)
This is my family.
Christy pounces on Ricky's back, claws him wildly.
CHRISTY
Don't touch him you son of a bitch.
Ricky slings her into a corner.
Joey charges him, they smash into a dresser, a ceramic baseball piggy bank shatters to the floor.  
Christy scrabbles to recover the pieces as jillions of coins roll across the floor.
RICKY
Happy now.
Joey slugs Ricky across the face.  
Ricky slightly wavers, spits blood at Joey's boots.
RICKY (CONT'D)
Know what kid, you can hate me all you want, hate all the blacks, spics and Jews in the world, but there's always one person you'll hate more, yourself because you killed him.
Ricky storms out of the room.  
Joey collapses to his knees, scrambles to piece together the bank.
JOEY
(sobbing)
I'm so sorry franky... I wish it was me, It shoulda been me.... 
CHRISTY
He looked up to you so much, you know how much he loved you.
JOEY
Shouldn't you be worried about your husband, what do we got to talk about? 
CHRISTY
Well we gotta talk about it.  We can't pay for the plot so they wont bury Joey.
JOEY
Whatta you mean that wont bury him?  That's like illegal, it's like blackmail.  I got savings and I can get a job, we gotta-
CHRISTY
Your father's already taken care of it that's why  I need you to fly his bod... his body to Germany.
Joey shoots her a dumfounded look.
JOEY
No, no way I can't do that, I know I put him there but I can't put him in the ground, I don't think I can do that.
CHRISTY
You don't have a choice anymore, you have to do this more than anybody.
EXT. SKY -- DAY
A massive 737 roars through the clouds over the sparkling Atlantic.
INT. AIRPLANE BATHROOM -- MORNING
A slot above an aluminum door reads "occupied".  A sea of prescription bottles fill a woman's purse.
The plane rumbles with turbulence, Trish's shaky hand fumble the pills down the drain.
TRISH
Shit.
Suddenly Trish grips the toilet, pulls back her hair, spews chunks.
She douses her face in the sink, dials a number on her cell phone.  A greeting plays over the speaker phone.
VERONICA (O.S.)
This is Veronica, unfortunately I can't come to the phone, maybe I'll call you back maybe I won't.  BEEP
INT. AIRPLANE -- CONTINUOUS 
Joey gazes out at the clouds clustering against the window.  Donnie gasps for oxygen inside of his mask as he hyper-ventilates in the next seat.
DONNIE
Did you feel that?
JOEY
Everybody felt it now take off your mask, people are starting to look at you.
DONNIE
What these asshole's need to worry about is what if we run out of fuel.  Were over the fucking Atlantic ocean in case nobody noticed.
Donnie leers around at the alarmed passengers. 
JOEY
You got better chances gettin hit by a subway now take off your mask.
Donnie slips off the mask, Joey fidgets around his seat.
JOEY (CONT'D)
(sighs)
Look it's something I been meaning to tell ya-
DONNIE
I loved Franky like he was my brother, and I wasn't fixing to let you come alone.  Your the only one who ain't give up on me yet, your all I got Joey.
JOEY
Look I-
DONNIE
(smiles)
If your about to tell me your in  love with me your too late, the stewardess wit the fat ass been winking at me the whole flight, think I can get in the mile high club?
JOEY
I'm serious- 
DONNIE
Enough of tha queer tea time chat, I'm here for you man, that's what brothers are for, right?
They shake hands with a tight embrace. 
Trish wheels up her cart.
TRISH
Is everything ok, or can I get you guys something.
Joey glares up at her like a deer in headlights.
DONNIE
More peanuts would be nice for starters
Trish shoves the cart off down the aisle.
Joey rips off his seatbelt, bolts to his feet.
JOEY
Gotta take a piss.
DONNIE
Your supposed to have your seatbelt on.
JOEY
Just take a deep breath, relax.
Joey darts down the aisle. 
A crack splinters across the window as Donnie gazes at the clouds.
The passenger in the creaky seat ahead of his rocks anxiously, a child's fingertips tap against the arm-rest.
DONNIE
Your first time flying too?
FRANKY (O.S.)
Nope but it's your last.
DONNIE
Franky? 
INT. AIRPLANE BATHROOM -- END HALLUCINATION
Trish rambles through her purse, shaky hands flounder the bottle.
The bottle rolls across the floor as the door pops open.  Joey stands in the threshold, grabs the pills and ducks inside.
TRISH
You got five minutes till I scream for an air Marshall.
Joey eyeballs the assortment of medications laying in her purse.
JOEY
Good you can explain why you carry a pharmacy around in your purse?
Trish snatches the bottle from his hands.
TRISH
Look I'm sorry about your brother but what do you want from me Joey?
JOEY
We gotta lot of bad history between us, our folks, but we gotta talk.
TRISH
History's history's I don't got nothing to say to you.
The cabin jars violently, Joey's head rams through the wall mirror as the lights flicker.
INT. AIRPLANE -- CONTINUOUS
A catastrophic shockwave of g-force rips through the screeching cabin.  
Donnie clings the leg of his chair as debris is sucked out a rip in the fuselage.
A man flies through the air, slams against the puncture, the vacuum snaps him in two, sucks him out the breach.
EXT. ATLANTIC OCEAN -- CONTINUOUS
The nose missiles into the rolling waves, the flaming tail of the jet shatters off, torpedoes into a mountainous crag erecting from the side of a lusciously green tropical island.
EXT. BEACH -- DAY
Trails of fiery wreckage bob along the shore.
Joey's singed body stirs amongst the cluster of dead bodies and debris washed ashore.
A burly silhouette obscures the sun and we hear a man's voice:
CLIFF (O.S.)
Unless your name is St. Peter I reckon I just lived through that.
CLIFF, sixties, rusty dog tags, dabs his handkerchief against Joey's forehead.
JOEY
The plane... Where's the plane.
CLIFF
I hate to be the one to break it to you, but there is no more plane.
A shrieking engine explodes at sea.  
Joey surveys the blazing trails of destruction streaked across the shore.
He breaks from his trance as a woman's scream cuts across the beach. 
Joey races into the shallow bank as Trish collapses on the waterfront.
JOEY
Donnie! 
TRISH
(screams hysterically)
There gone, there all gone.
JOEY
There still out there, we can't just sit here we gotta save em.
CLIFF
There's nothing  we can do but leave it in gods hands now.
JOEY
What god?  What god did that?  Tell me goddamit.
CLIFF
The god that makes miracles, the god that let you live.
As Joey peers out to sea something catches his eye.  
Donnie clings to a piece of debris as he surges threw a white frothing caldron of tide water.
JOEY
Donnie?
The current sweeps Donnie threw a tide pool crashing into a crest of jagged rocks.  Joey races alongside the coast as Donnie is sucked closer inland.
JOEY (CONT'D)
(screams)
Just hold on I'm coming to get you.
Joey shuffles down a steep rocky slope that meets the tide.
CLIFF
Your gonna drown yourself or get smashed to death, he's lost you can't save him now.
JOEY
I can't loose anybody else I gotta to save him, he's my brother.
Joey rips off his shirt, plunges into the swirling vortex.
Joey fights against the current, grapples onto Donnie as a breaking wave slams them into the jagged bedrocks.
Cliff and Trish anchor a long piece of driftwood into the rapids.
CLIFF
Either he's got nothing to loose or he's outta his damned mind.
TRISH
it's both. 
Joey latches onto the limb, tugs himself onto the rocks, slings Donnie over the embankment.  Trish drags Joey onto the bluff.
TRISH (CONT'D)
Are you ok?
JOEY
I'm fine worry above him.
Cliff pumps his fist into Donnie's chest.
CLIFF
Don't die on me kid come on! 
Donnie gushes water, struggles for air.  A bloody gash gapes across his forehead.  Joey grips Donnie's hand.
JOEY
I knew it would take more than a plane to kill you.
DONNIE
(smiles from a second)
All the shit in the movies is real, I saw my whole life flashing in front of me.
(begins to sob)
Joey it hurts so bad, I'm dying and I can feel it.
Joey grips Donnie's hand as he fades out of it. 
JOEY
Don't move, your not gonna die I promise, I wont let you die on me.
EXT. BEACH -- DAY
Cliff feeds kindling into a roaring camp fire.
Trish pats a cloth across Donnie's face, blood soaks through the bandage wrapped around his head.  
Joey broods over him as he fades out of consciousness.
JOEY
Why you care about him huh? He wouldn't give two shits about you.
TRISH
If your asking why do I care about you, i don't.  I did what anybody woulda done. But mostly to prove a point, I'm not the "nigger" you are.
Trish stomps away down the beach.
CLIFF
I'm not the expert on women but I take it you've pissed her off, you two know each other?
JOEY
Not anymore.
CLIFF
I didn't catch your name son.
JOEY
That's cause I didn't throw it and by the way my pop left us when I was twelve.
CLIFF
I thought she hated you cause your a skinhead, guess it's cause your an asshole.
JOEY
It's Joey.
CLIFF
Well Joey, under the circumstances it's nice to meet you.  You can call me Cliff.
Joey eyes his navy t-shirt. 
JOEY
Nice shirt, my pop says the navy's just a cover for homos to fuck each other in the ass cause their old ladies quit giving it to em at home.
CLIFF
Your pops right, gotta love god's irony.  A jewish fag wit a purple heart just rescued two skinhead's right outta the ocean? God must be a woman it sounds like a lifetime movie 
Joey gawks uncomfortably as Donnie begins to stir into consciousness.
DONNIE
You feel like you just got hit by a bus too?
JOEY
Something like that, were just lucky to be alive.
DONNIE
We hit the water so hard, there were kids everywhere, they were on fire and they just kept screaming, I tried to save em Joey, but I couldn't, I can still hear em, they won't stop screaming.
JOEY
At least we got each other but that's all that counts right now, just close your eyes.
EXT. BEACH -- NIGHT
Trish fights back tears as she glares at the crashing tide, softly someone whispers her name in the breeze.
TRISH
Joey? 
Trish follows the sirens wail through a patch of shrubs.  A stewardess's burned body lays crumpled in the bushes, her legs ripped clean off.
TRISH (CONT'D)
Ellie?
ELLIE
I haven't felt this much pain since I had the twins, I didn't think anything could ever hurt any worse.
Trish cradles the bruised woman inside her arms.
TRISH
Your alive baby.  Your gonna be fine, cliff says the rescue boats should be here by the morning, and it's gonna be ok.
ELLIE
Is cliff cute?
TRISH
Yea he's cute.  Look were gonna get you help.  We just gotta wait for them to come. 
ELLIE
I can't feel my legs, I think I'm paralyzed.
Ellie reaches for her legs, only to grasp at bloody stumps.
ELLIE (CONT'D)
Where are my legs, my legs!
TRISH
Your gonna be ok. 
ELLIE
Stop lying to me!
Ellie clutches Trish bye her scarf. 
ELLIE (CONT'D)
I want you to kill me.
TRISH
I can't kill you.
ELLIE
I can't suffer like this, if I'm gonna die I don't want it to take forever, please I'm begging you Trish.
TRISH
I can't. 
Ellies seizes Trish's arm. 
ELLIE
I don't wanna hurt anymore, there's nothing left to save.
Trish gains her composure, lies nose to nose with Ellie, glares into her eyes.  
TRISH
(fights back tears)
Remember when you said god took ronni cause he wanted back his sweetest angel.  Well he wants you back now, I love you baby.
Ellie bulges her eyes as she gasps for air, Trish covers over her mouth and nostrils, snuffing the life slowly from her eyes.
TRISH (CONT'D)
Tell Ronni I love her.
Trish pecks Ellie on the forehead, closes her eyelids.
EXT. BEACH -- NIGHT
Cliff drags a corpse from the sea, Joey struggles not to puke as he trails behind Cliff with a carcass of his own.
JOEY
This ain't right we don't even know who the hell they are.
CLIFF
All we need to know is there dead and we're alive.  If you'd like to keep it that way you'd better learn to follow some orders. 
Joey drops the corpse in the bubbling shallows.
JOEY
There dead bodies and I don't think they care about too much about anything right now.
CLIFF
After the japs bombed us I lived in the pacific for five days. And all you could do was swim and pray, pray to god the sharks took your buddy instead of you.  Every one of those  bastards within a thousand miles wants in on that all you can eat buffet out there.  Now if you get my drift pick up his goddamn feet and get him outta the water.
Joey grabs the corpse by the ankles, tugs it into a stack of cadavers piled along the beach.
Joey crouches over a priest, inspects his charred face, shrapnel gorges from his chest. 
JOEY
Where was God when he needed him?
The priest lunges up, claws at Joey as he screams in agony.  Joey struggles to break his grip.
JOEY (CONT'D)
Get him off of me! 
Cliff grips the hand of the deteriorating man. 
CLIFF
I've already lived through this once, there's only one thing we can do for him now, go find me a rock, a big one.
JOEY
No, no fucking way.  I don't know what god looks like but I know he ain't you. I not gonna help you kill him.
Trish strays up the beach in a shock induced daze.
CLIFF
(To trish)
It's your call.
TRISH
What are you talking about?
JOEY
He want's you to tell him it's ok for us to kill this guy.  He's a fucking priest.  I've fucked up alot  but I figure I still got a tiny chance at sneaking in heaven, I ain't gonna be a part of this.
CLIFF
Half my battalion begged me to blow  there brains out for over a week until I finally couldn't take anymore.  And no matter how many years later you always hear the screams at night, I'm not gonna let him suffer like some dog-
JOEY
Do you even hear what your saying? 
JOEY (CONT'D)
(To Trish)
You heard the man it's your call.
Trish struggles to speak.
TRISH
I'm not a killer so how the fuck would I know what to do?
They gawk as she storms down the water front. 
INT. FUNERAL HOME -- DAY
A photo of Trish is one of hundreds covering the walls.  Droves of candle burning mourners flock around a massive plaque engraved with the names of the dead.
Christy rubs her finger over the limestone: "JOSEPH RAY ELLIOT".  
Christy spies Sam nearby, he coddles his hysterical wife, a photograph flies from her hand.
The picture swirls to Christy's feet: Trish holds hands with Joey, both every bit of ten years old.
Christy swoops to grab the photo, the man reaches simultaneously. The sorrow flees from Christy's face as they reminisce in each other's eyes.
CHRISTY
Sam I'm so sorry, it's like I can't even feel anything right now like none of this is real.
SAM
The reality is they paid for our sins, that's why god took them, so we both might as well be dead.
CHRISTY
I let go of the past along time ago.
SAM
I wish it was as easy for me to let go of the past as it is for you. 
CHRISTY
It's my fault he turned out the way he did, he was just so angry, he had to grow up too early-
SAM
I'm sorry about everything, but I better go, it was her favorite picture, you should have it.
His wife busts between them, snatches the photo from Christy's hand.
DIANE
Haven't you took enough from my family?
CHRISTY
Diane I lost Joey too I know what your feeling like inside and I understand your mad.
DIANE
You don't understand shit, you loose two kids in one week and tell me how it feels.
CHRISTY
It feels like someone just ripped your entire soul out of your body.  And you forget to eat and you forget to shower and you struggle just to find a reason to get outta bed.  So yea, unfortunately I know exactly how you feel.
EXT. BEACH -- DAY
Cliff wields his pocket knife as he wades along the foaming shallows.  Donnie tags behind with a fire axe.
CLIFF
Nobody told ya it ain't the size of your equipment but how well you can use it.
DONNIE
I think the little fuckers are more scared of this this axe than that fisher price swiss army knife.
CLIFF
That right?
Cliff crouches along to the bank, hacks away at a leafy root sprouting beneath the rocks.
DONNIE
I thought you used to be some bad ass marine back in the day.  We gotta make it on more than tea leaves. 
CLIFF
We're not gonna eat it, there extremely toxic, we're gonna kill the fish with it.
DONNIE
Then we eat the poisonous fish? Right after you captain nemo.
CLIFF
No worries tuba oil isn't lethal in trace amounts.  I already saved your life once, I think you can trust me.
Cliff thrashes the shrub around in the tide pool, seconds later fish float up to the surface.
CLIFF (CONT'D)
By the way, I'm still a bad ass marine.
EXT. BEACH -- DAY
Joey wades through scores of charred luggage, slings a briefcase into a pile forming along the beach.
Trish paddles along beside him.
TRISH
Need help?
JOEY
We all need help, why you think they ain't come for us yet?
Trish wades beside Joey, they chunk the cargo onto the beach.
TRISH
Guess it could take days, but it's funny you never think you could be in a plane crash till your flying into the ocean.
JOEY
I don't even remember it, but I'll never forget that priest, just the look he had in his eyes like he knew he was already dead.
They tread through the waves back inland. 
TRISH
No matter how many dead bodies you see, I'd don't think you'll ever forget a face.
Joey drops to his knees in the sand. 
JOEY
She was the first one I ever seen.
TRISH
Whose she?
JOEY
Ronni she was the first body I ever seen in my whole life, I was there when she fell and I'm sorry.
Trish collapses beside him. 
TRISH
Why you telling me this now?
JOEY
Cause I never apologized and I wanted to do it before I died.
EXT. BEACH -- DAY
Donnie ravages a morsel of juicy fish.
DONNIE
What kinda fish tastes like ass. 
Cliff drives a coconut through a spear sticking out of the sand.
CLIFF
Has the poison kicked in yet?
Cliff gulps the coconut nectar down his throat, tosses it to Donnie.
Cliff rips his shirt off, zooms down the beach.
DONNIE
Where you going?
CLIFF
For a dip wanna join me?
DONNIE
We just crashed in the middle of the goddamn ocean and you wanna swim laps.
CLIFF
Survival is just as much about the mind as it is the body.
EXT. BEACH -- DAY
Joey hovers over a black leather case embroidered "BLACKJACK".
JOEY
Holy shit.
TRISH
What the hell is it.
JOEY
A miracle.
He pops open the latch, a set of bowie knifes glimmer inside a velvet cushion.
JOEY (CONT'D)
You how to use one of this.
TRISH
How hard can it be it's a knife.
JOEY
When I was about nine my pop flew us out to Scandinavia one winter-
TRISH
And you killed a eight point buck but your dad got arrested cause reindeer are on the endangered species list, I remember.  
Joey laughs it off, ravages through the floating remnants, salvages a white trunk, an airline logo emblazoned across the side "DISASTER KIT"
He cracks off the metal clamps, flings the box open, marvels at its contents.
JOEY
What kinda disaster were you people performed for, world war three?
TRISH
Lemme guess you found our atom bomb?
JOEY
Better.
Joey cocks back a military style six round flare gun.
Cliff races shirtless over the sand dunes, Donnie zooms behind in a pair of oversized swim trunks.
CLIFF
(shouts)
Come on the waters beautiful if we're stuck here we might as well enjoy it.
JOEY
(To trish)
If your skinny dipping I'm in.
Cliff and Donnie plunge into the sparkling sea.
TRISH
After you.
A smile leaks across Joey's face.
EXT. BEACH - OCEAN -- CONTINUOUS
Joey slices through the blue water in his underwear, Donnie zooms along side him on the back of a sea turtle.
Trish and Cliff swim along a great reef.
Something catches Joey's eye, he shoots to the surface gasping for air.
The others bubble up to the top.
DONNIE
What did you see down the devil?
JOEY
It's him, I know it's him.
DONNIE
Look I was just kidding-
JOEY
Franky, I'm going back down for him.
DONNIE
Wait a minute Joey you can't just go down there and-
Joey plunges below the water, cuts through a school of fish passing through a patch of coral.
The edge of a white container peeks from the sandy ocean floor.
Joey knocks away a clump of mud from the black lettering: HUMAN REMAINS INSIDE HANDLE WITH EXTREME CARE.
EXT. BEACH -- DAY
Donnie struggles behind Joey with the other end of the casket.
DONNIE
I understand how you feel but you can't just open this casket.
JOEY
How can you understand, no matter how you feel about franky he was my brother not yours and I have to do this for me.
DONNIE
This is fucking crazy Joey are you outta your mind.
JOEY
Your the one that's a nuttier than a fucking fruitcake so don't tell me what I can't do, now get outta my way.
Joey brushes him off as Trish races to his side.
TRISH
Joey I don't think you should-
JOEY
Stay outta my fucking way.
Joey cuts loose the nylon straps binding the thick cardboard casket.
TRISH
We don't even know its him.  And if it is why do you need to see this, you can't bring him back.
JOEY
If I could trade places I'd die a thousand times over, its one thing if I rot in the jungle but he deserves to rest in peace.
TRISH
What if it's not him?
JOEY
We're about to find out. 
Joey lifts back the cardboard cover, the mangled body of a young girl rests inside, Joey collapses over the casket.
TRISH
I'm sorry Joey.
Donnie glares down at him, there eyes meet.
DONNIE
Nuttier than a fucking fruitcake?  Well I'm glad you finally tell me what you really think, fuck you Joey.
EXT. FOREST - THUNDERSTORM -- DAY
Donnie bursts through a tangled patch of vines as lighting streaks across the sky. Something rustles in the bushes.
DONNIE
I said fuck you incase you didn't hear me the first time.
Donnie tracks through the weeds, peers around the dead woodlands.
DONNIE (CONT'D)
Joey?  Apology accepted good buddy now where the fuck are you?
FRANKY (O.C.)
(whispers)
Donnie...
DONNIE
(Screams into the woods)
What do you want from me Franky?
FRANKY (O.C.)
I wanna show you something. 
Donnie flees through the tree's, breaks onto a dirt path.
Something whizzes down the shadowy trail, a bloody baseball rolls against his boot.
Donnie vaults through a crown of shrubs, flops down a muddy slope, smashes through the center of a tiny lacquered casket.
DONNIE
It's not real, it's not real Donnie...
Donnie rips his fist out of the cracked case, spies a tag dangling off the side: FRANK MARSHALL ELLIOT
DONNIE (CONT'D)
I'm sorry franky but I have to know.
Donnie pries at the seal of the casket.
FRANKY
If you looking for me I'm not in there, I'm right here.
Franky menaces behind him with jet black hair, sports a tie and tailored funeral suit, a bloody hole gapes in his chest.
DONNIE
Franky?  It's not real, it's not real...
Papaw appears behind Donnie in his officer's uniform, his long black military cape flows in the wind, he leans into Donnie's ear. 
PAPAW
Go ahead open it if you don't believe him.
DONNIE
This is not happening this is not fucking real.
Donnie whips out a pill bottle, taps out a few capsules into his hand.
FRANKY
You won't need those we were going.
Donnie gulps down the capsules, mashes his ears shut, collapses in the mud.
PAPAW
Now you'd better listen very carefully because we have work to do.
DONNIE
This isn't real!
Donnie clenches his eyes shut, counts backwards.
He peeps open one eye as the howling squall drenches the vacant jungle. 
EXT. BEACH -- DAY
Cliff hacks away a patch of bamboo trees, caches the sturdy limbs in a pile along the shore.
TRISH
Can't believe your building the raft, I thought you were the only one feeling this lil set up.
CLIFF
It's not for a raft it's for a home.  I never thought I'd see the day that I owned beach front property.
TRISH
I want the biggest condo with a pool.
Cliff sweeps the hair covering her face, gazes into her eyes. 
CLIFF
Why don't you go check on your boyfriend, he's still upset over the bust up with his boyfriend.
TRISH
He's not a friend, he's just some guy that wont get outta my life.
CLIFF
Well go check on your guy, he needs somebody right now.
EXT. BEACH -- MOMENTS LATER
Trish trudges up the shore towards Joey, he draws back a slingshot, steadies his aim on a row of bottles, cracks a pebble through each one with lightning speed.
TRISH
Cliff told me to come check on you so I'm checking on you.
JOEY
Since when do you actually listen to anybody else.
TRISH
Since joey ray elliot started taking orders from gay jewish men. Isn’t that against your code. 
His grimace melts into a smile. 
JOEY
That's the first time anybody's called me that in fifteen years.
INT. LIVING ROOM -- FLASHBACK
Christy tearfully gasps at the television; divers pull wreckage from the water.
A young Joey examines her from the door way. 
NEWS ANCHOR (O.S.)
Tragically no survivors have been recovered from the crash site of flight 825.  My only words of comfort to all those watching is we must press on and force our spirits to soar at heights that fateful jet liner tragically could not.  
JOEY
We didn't even know them why are you crying? 
CHRISTY
Because it's just the American thing to do.
Mike storms through the screen door clutching a package and a case of beer.
MIKE
I watched this shit all morning at the shop now turn it off.
Christy scrambles to click off the set.
MIKE (CONT'D)
Jo-Jo I gotcha something.
He tosses a gift wrapped parcel into the boy's arms, Joey tears away the paper, astounded at the bow and arrow set.
JOEY
Thanks pop this is awesome. 
CHRISTY
Jesus fucking christ mikey we discussed this.
MIKE
You screaming for two hours don't constitute a discussion.  Look it's too late to take it back now.
Joey rips out the bow from the plastic bindings.
CHRISTY
Joey your gonna put your eye out with that damned thing, it goes back, today. 
JOEY
Thanks again pop.
Joey zooms out the door.
CHRISTY
Joey come back here!
JOEY
Love you mom. 
EXT. NEIGHBORHOOD -- CONTINUOUS
Joey rambles down the block fixing his aim on imaginary targets as Donnie tags behind.
DONNIE
You promised I could shoot somebody.  Joey this a crock of shit and you know it.
JOEY
My mom would kill me, no way.
They race along a picket fence, the sound of glass shattering breaks just around the corner.
JOEY (CONT'D)
Come on.
Joey sling the bow over his back, zooms around the curb as a gang of teens surround a young Trish, she crouches over a shattered lemonade pitcher.
BULLY
What was that shit jungle juice?  I want my money back bitch.
JOEY
Back off ass wipe.
DONNIE
Joey I don't think this is a good idea!
Joey bum rushes the ringleader, the brute slugs him across the face, slams him into the fence.
Joey rips the bow off his neck, fires off an arrow threw the bully's shoe.
The squad of thugs beat it up the block, their injured leader plucks out the arrow as he hobbles up the sidewalk.
BULLY
Nigger lover!
Joey sweeps Trish to her feet, as Donnie gathers the dollar bills in the wind.
Donnie offers her a wad of bills, she snatches them from his hand.
TRISH
Do I look like I was born yesterday?  Cough it up sucka.
Donnie jumbles out a few bucks from his pocket.
JOEY
You ok?
TRISH
You live across the street right?  What's your name again?
JOEY
Joey ray.
Trish plants a kiss across his cheek. 
TRISH
Well joey ray your a life saver. 
A car screeches at the corner, Sam screams out the window.
SAM
Patricia get yo ass in this car right now.  What did I tell you girl, no boys.
TRISH
Sorry, I gotta go. 
Trish leaps into the car, it screeches off into traffic.
EXT. FOREST -- DAY -- END OF FLASHBACK
Joey, Donnie and Cliff stalk down a trail gated by thick forest on each side.
DONNIE
Can't believe you've already caught jungle fever.  It's only been a week.
JOEY
She wouldn't give me the time of day  if I was the last man on earth.
CLIFF
Don't you see, you are the last man on earth to her now. That crash killed the people that we were, but it gave us new lives.
Something darts across the path, simultaneously they draw their knives from their holsters.  
A patch of bushes being to thrash up ahead. 
Joey crouches into the weeds, a baby boar bolts out.  
The squealing varmint burrows threw Joey's legs, zooms into Cliff's clutches.  
Cliff wrangles the piglet by the snout, wrangles him into submission.
DONNIE
Bet it sucks to be Jewish right about now? 
Trish's harmonies serenade through the weeds.
DONNIE (CONT'D)
Shut Ms. Piggy up for a second you hear that? 
Cliff silences the pig as Donnie peers past a tangle of vines.  
Trish lounges topless beneath a sparkling waterfall.
DONNIE (CONT'D)
Holy shit.
JOEY
What it is?
Trish grabs her top as she detects a disturbance.
The runt scraps free and hightails threw the bushes.
Joey races down the path, lunges through the tall weeds, belly-flops down a steep chasm.
Joey tumbles down the bluff and crashes threw the thatched palm leaf rooftop of an intricate bamboo hut.
INT. HUT -- CONTINUOUS
Joey agonizes on the floor as he cases the elaborate infrastructure.  Several delicately woven grass mat beds line the wall.  
A gun gleams next to a piles of documents.  Several family photographs and letters are strew across the flat.
Donnie inches up a set of wooden steps into the entrance.  He stumbles inside the massive refuge.
DONNIE
Holy shit it's like gilligan's island
He treks right over Joey's body and surveys the hut.
JOEY
(annoyed)
Thanks for the hand.
Donnie slices through the air with a hand made axe.
DONNIE
Bad ass motherfucker!
JOEY
Where's Trish. 
DONNIE
Oh yea she knows you were spying on her.
JOEY
What did you tell her?
Cliff races inside, the piglet squirms beneath his arm as he extends Joey a hand.
CLIFF
Fresh water, fresh food, now shelter, you remember that talk we had about miracles. 
Trish wanders inside, Joey fights to avoid eye contact.
TRISH
I didn't know you any better I'd have to wonder if you were spying on me, but donnie told me anyway.
JOEY
It ain't what it looks like, well it sorta is, but I didn't know you we're naked, it was like a car crash.
Trish rolls her eye's, breezes around the cabin.  
Cliff and Donnie file past Joey cutting him down with their eyes.
CLIFF
Like a car crash?
DONNIE
(Nods head)
Dude...
JOEY
What? 
Trish spies something unusual.
Trish tosses the gun on the cut, unrolls a long report watermarked with the airline logo. 
TRISH
Oh my god...
DONNIE
Unless it's the book of life, I doubt that's helping our case.
She tosses him the print out.
TRISH
It's a flight manifest, for flight 825.
The boar burst from Cliff's arms, scurries into the woods.  Joey unsheathes his knife, Donnie and Cliff race out the hut.
TRISH (CONT'D)
Wait a minute don't kill it!
JOEY
Sorry but I ain't eating him alive no come on.
EXT. FOREST -- CONTINUOUS
Donnie blazes through the shrubs after the varmint, it ducks into a tall patch of weeds.
Donnie creeps up the bushes.
DONNIE
I got a massive hard on for some pork chops right now so come out you littler fucker
He dashes into the weeds.
DONNIE (O.S.) (CONT'D)
Here piggy piggy pigg-
Donnie flails out of the bush like a rag doll, blood gushes from his mouth.
DONNIE (CONT'D)
Run, run!
A blood curdling snarl cuts threw the air. 
A gargantuan razorback boar charges from the weeds. 
Joey shoves Trish from the behemoths path, it rams Joey against a tree.
The beast rears on it's hind legs, Cliff tackles the boar to the ground, slices into its ribs.
Donnie cracks a heavy boulder over the head of the beast, it topples over in defeat.
DONNIE (CONT'D)
(To cliff)
Guess they didn't teach you how to kill boars in Vietnam.
INT. HUT -- CONTINUOUS
Trish unravels a bloody dressing around Joey's shoulder, he sweeps the hair from her face.
JOEY
It takes getting my ass kicked by a five hundred pound pig for you to look at me in the eyes?
TRISH
We're even now.
JOEY
I've suffered more in the last few weeks than I have in my whole life.  I'd say we're more than even.
TRISH
I meant you saved my life. 
JOEY
No, you saved mine first.
INT. NEIGHBORHOOD -- FLASHBACK
An elderly man waters his lawn. 
The man scowls as a younger Joey and Trish stroll hand in hand down the block.  
Several residents stare as they traipse down the sidewalk. 
Donnie slouches against a hot dog stand, double takes as he spies Joey, darts the other direction
JOEY
Donnie wait up!
DONNIE
Sorry Joey, my papaw says I can't play with you anymore.
JOEY
That's crazy how come?
Donnie shoots an obvious look at Trish.
JOEY (CONT'D)
Fine, get lost.  We can watch cyber Squad without you.
DONNIE
Who wants to watch cyber squad with a dumb girl, a dumb colored girl.
Donnie jumps on his bike and zooms down the block.
JOEY
Who needs you.
Donnie flips him the finger as he wheels around the corner. 
JOEY (CONT'D)
He's a jerk sometimes. 
TRISH
It's ok, I should really get home now.
JOEY
(smiles)
No way, come on.  I wanna show you something first.
INT. HALLWAY-- MOMENTS LATER
Tropical fish glide threw an extravagant aquarium.  
Joey balances atop a wobbling chair, his fingers grasp for a cord dangling from the attic.
The moans and grunts of a couple having sex spill from a bedroom door.
TRISH
I think I should leave now Joey.  My momma says I should stay outta grown folks business. I think this is definitely grown folks business.
JOEY
I've almost got it.
His fingers slip threw the loop, tug the cord.  The legs of the chair teeter.
TRISH
(whispers)
Joey!
The wooden chair splinters to pieces as it buckles beneath his feet.  Joey swings from the cord, smashes into the tank shattering it's glass walls.
Water gushes across the floor.
The attic door swings down, scores of junk thunder to the ground.
Mike bursts out of the bedroom door, his foot kicks a gin bottle the threshold.
MIKE
Shit.
He examines the destruction.
MIKE (CONT'D)
What the hell?  Joey goddamit boy you better have a good fucking excuse for this one.
Christy drapes a sheet across her breasts as she menders into the hallway.  She eye's Joey's bow atop the mountain of dusty plunder.
CHRISTY
Jesus fucking christ mike. I told you not to get him that damn thing in the first place.
Mike examines Trish with a stern scowl across his face.
MIKE
Who the hell is that?
JOEY
Her name's Trish.
MIKE
Well can you please tell me what the hell trish is doing in our house?
JOEY
She's my girlfriend.
MIKE
I know i'm drunk but I think your telling me your brought a colored girl home.
CHRISTY
Mike!
MIKE
Shut up. 
Mike shoves Christy into the wall.
Mike wrangles Joey by his throat, slams him into the wall.  Christy claws at his back.
CHRISTY
Let go of him!
Mike backhands her into a case full of shot guns.
A mortified Trish stares Christy in the eyes. 
CHRISTY (CONT'D)
I think you better go honey.
TRISH
Yes mam.
Mike whacks Joey across the back with the heavy bow, thrashes him with is back hand.
Trish takes off towards the door, Joey breaks away with her.  They scurry onto the porch.
EXT. PORCH -- CONTINUOUS
Mike stumbles through the screen door wrangling his pants around his waist, screams from the porch.
MIKE
Boy you better get back here or you make sure I don't find you one. 
TRISH
Come on joey.
MIKE
You gotta come home sometime.
INT. TRISH'S LIVING ROOM -- LATER
Sam dabs a blood soaked clothe across the fountain gushing from Joey's nose.  Scrapes and welts cover his face and arms.   
Diane races to the windows, peeping the perimeter.  Veronica clasps Trish by the hands.
VERONICA
Did he hurt you trisha?
TRISH
No he hurt joey.
DIANE
We should be calling the cops before he does Sam, you can't just keep the man's son.  We don't even know these people.  You better take him back or I will.
Joey winces as sam lifts his shirt, bruises blister all the way up his back.
SAM
My daddy beat the breaks off me every day of my life till I joined the army.  I won't take him back to that and neither will you.  Do you understand?
Diane stares a hole straight through him.
SAM (CONT'D)
I said do you understand? 
INT. TRISH'S BEDROOM -- CONTINUOUS
A tiny snake slithers through Trish's fingers.  Joey gazes from across the bed.
TRISH
There just like people, they love you till you hurt em.
JOEY
I don't ever wanna go back. 
TRISH
My nanny says if I'm scared i can close my eyes and I'll feel her love cause she's always with me.  If they take you away, just close your eyes and I promise I'll be there.
JOEY
You mean that?
They cling to each other in a tight embrace, a tear streams down Joey's bruised cheek.
TRISH
Of course. 
Someone POUNDS against the front door of the house.
MIKE (O.C.)
Open this goddamn door or I'm gonna burn all you coons outta here right fucking now!  Where's my boy!
They cower in absolute silence, eavesdropping as the front door bust open, Sam and Mike scream through the house, objects shatter and tumble.
MIKE (O.C.) (CONT'D)
Where the hell is he?
SAM (O.C.)
Somewhere you can't hurt him.
MIKE
Joey! 
Trish pulls Joey into an snug embrace.
TRISH
(To Joey)
I'll always be with you. 
The bedroom door flies open.
EXT. HUT -- END OF FLASHBACK
Joey winces, struggles to sit up right on the cot, Trish slips her arm beneath his shoulder.
JOEY
I've waited fifteen years to ask you something.
TRISH
What?
JOEY
Did you mean what you said, that you'd always be with me.
TRISH
Are we supposed to just pick up where we left off?  Joey we were kids, were different people now.
JOEY
I dunno cliff's always talking bout miracles, I just thought maybe this is god giving me a chance to fix things wit us.
Trish caresses his heart. 
TRISH
Look I can't give you whatever your trying to find out here.  You gotta forgive yourself first.
JOEY
It's easy for you to say that you didn't kill your baby brother. 
TRISH
And either did you-
Joey wells with tears as Trish rubs his back.
JOEY
I might as well have pulled that trigger myself.  The whole nine hours at the hospital my mother never said a word to me, she never looked at me, cause she couldn't.  She knew it and I knew it, that was my bullet, it was my plane and I didn't deserve to survive, I should be dead right now.
Trish wipes away his tears, they share a tender moment.
TRISH
I meant every word, cause once upon a time you were a real person, with a real heart, not this.  But whatever happens to you or me, joey ray I promise I'll always be with you-
Joey locks his lips to hers, explores her body with his hands.
Trish breaks the kiss.
TRISH (CONT'D)
Joey-
Joey ravishes her body, Trish gives in to the passion, pulls him onto the cot.
EXT. HUT -- NIGHT
A sparkling flare explodes over the still campfire while a plump boar sizzles on a spit.
Donnie staggers down the wooden steps and tumbles over the side biting the dust.
Cliff swigs on a flask of liquor, mambas out the entrance and crouches over Donnie.
CLIFF
(slurs)
Your drunk and your wasting our flares.
DONNIE
(slurs)
You ever think somebody might see us.
CLIFF
Somebody like who the freaking mailman?
DONNIE
No somebody on the other island.
CLIFF
What?
Donnie slings a pair of binoculars at him, Cliff strains to make out a tiny mound that breaks over the horizon.
CLIFF (CONT'D)
I'll be damned. 
INT. HUT -- LATER
Joey hikes Trish's leg around his waist, she rips away his belt, wrangles his pants and underwear to the floor.
Trish withers beneath Joey as they gyrate on the floor.
Her fingernails dig across the swastika on his back, she quivers beneath him with each passionate thrust.
EXT. HUT -- LATER
Donnie tosses beside the crackling campfire as someone whispers his name over the wind.
He cracks open an eye, a toy fire truck rumbles through the sand.
FRANKY (O.S.)
Donnie...
Donnie bolts to life as Franky hovers over his face.
DONNIE
Franky what are you doing here I told ya you gotta stop coming around-
FRANKY
It's time.
Cliff stirs from his sleep, grips for a liquor bottle, tosses the empty flask.
Donnie drudges past Cliff, strolls hand in hand with an invisible entity.
CLIFF
Donnie where are you going?
DONNIE
To hell.
Cliff tosses over, buries his face in a jacket.
CLIFF
Have fun.
Franky leads Donnie into the shadowy forest. 
EXT. BEACH -- DAY
Cliff wonders down the beach as Joey stares out to the crashing tide.  Cliff plops beside him on a log, they share an awkward silence.
JOEY
It's been three days.
CLIFF
Stop worrying, how far do you think he can get.
JOEY
Hell ain't that far away I should know.
CLIFF
Look, there comes a time in every boys life when he has to discover the road to becoming a man.  Donnie's making his journey, now it's your turn, son.
JOEY
I want you to show me how to live.
CLIFF
Don't take a retired marine to teach you how to breath.
Joey never cracks a smile, glares straight at Cliff.
CLIFF (CONT'D)
I can't Joey you gotta make your own Journey.  But maybe I can help you find the road. 
INT. HUT -- NIGHT
Moonbeams crack through every crevice of the shack. 
Joey tosses beneath a blanket, pulls Trish in snug to his chest.
An assortment of empty liquor bottles litter the floor, Cliff snores face down against the bamboo floor.
Smoke rolls across the roof, the bright embers of a fire shoot threw the window.
Trish huffs a whiff of smoke, stirs awake.
TRISH
Joey wake up.
JOEY
Mom I already took franky to practice...
TRISH
Joey the hut's on fire wake up.
Joey bolts off the cot, black clouds swirl through the shanty.
EXT. HUT -- NIGHT
Cliff rifles through the disaster kit, tosses jugs of drinking water to Trish.
Joey slings water over the flames, Trish and Cliff rush along side him, they douse out the fizzling blaze.
JOEY
You almost fucking killed us.
CLIFF
What the hell are you talking about.
JOEY
It was your night to put out the campfire, I had it last night, she had it the night before and who the fuck knows where donnie's at, so I guess that leaves the blame wit you.
CLIFF
I put it out.
JOEY
If you took that fucking bottle outta your mouth you might actually walk a straight line one of these days.
CLIFF
All due respect joey but we're all alive because of me so I'll give the orders.
Flames engulf a patch of palms, they cast a glow across Donnie's hooded face as he leers from the shadowy forest.
Papaw totes Franky through the jungle, whispers into Donnie's ear.
PAPAW
Time for plan b. 
EXT. JUNGLE -- EVENING
Cliff wields a sharp lance as he creeps through a grassy decaying grove.  Joey inches along up the trail, draws the gun from his side.
CLIFF
You won't need that here.
(flashes his spear)
_That bullet might mean the difference between life and death one day.
JOEY
(whispers)
Somebody's here. 
CLIFF
I've spent a quarter of my life hunting war criminals I can hunt a bloody pig.
JOEY
Somebody's been following us for a quarter a mile you didn't just hear that.
CLIFF
Shush!
JOEY
Do what you want I'm leaving.
Joey catches something darting past the corner of his eye.  Cliff races into the jungle in hot pursuit.
JOEY (CONT'D)
Wait a minute you can just go out there alone.
CLIFF
I almost killed us remember, I think that gives me license to do whatever I want.  
Joey drudges along after him.
Something rustles in a patch of bushes ahead.  
Cliff draws back his spear, a blade swishes right past his head.
JOEY
I told you we weren't alone.
A man's screams cut from the bushes, a pilot staggers out, blood spouts from his chest.
JOEY (CONT'D)
Holy fucking shit were did he come from?  I didn't know it was him I swear to god.
The man flops backwards down a slope, rips through a bed of sharp spears.
Tribal chanting roars through a charred valley crushed by the severed tail of the plane.
A horde of painted natives raid through the land. 
Two savages tug a boy hanging from a spit, sling him on a sacrifice alter littered with bones and tribal markings.
Cliff drags Joey to his knees, they cringe behind the shrubs.
A man in a tall head-dress raises a machete over the boy.  The captain reaches for the child, a native races to the spike bed, lops off the man's head.
Cliff clasps Joey's mouth shut, the executioner raises the blade above the boy's neck, swipes through the air.
EXT. FOREST -- CLIFF LATER
Papaw looms over Donnie, the old man shoots a devilish look to Franky. 
Donnie grips a pestle, grinds a patch of roots into a ceramic mortar.
DONNIE
I know what I'm doing cliff showed me exactly what to do.
PAPAW
This might finally make a man outta you, they've waged a war against us, now it's time they pay-
DONNIE
Goddamit papaw I can't hear my self think.
Franky perches his chin on Donnie's shoulder, slips his fingers inside Donnie's pockets, swipes his medication.
FRANKY
I told you, you wont need this where we're going.
(tosses bottle to papaw)
You should save Joey for last.
Papaw hurls the pills over the bluff.
INT. HUT -- NIGHT
Trish skims through a stack of photo's: a pregnant woman, the dead captain, and various other families.  
Cliff races around the cabin, flings the essentials into a sack.
CLIFF
We have to get the hell off this island right now.
JOEY
You shoulda lit this fire under your ass last month, where the hell are we gonna go.
CLIFF
We go to the south side, or swim to the other island, anywhere but here.  You saw what they did to those people.  We don't belong here.
JOEY
And what makes us so at home on the other island?  The only thing we know is there's a ocean full of sharks and we've been safe right here.
CLIFF
We're not safe, we just sitting sacrifices. 
Cliff gazes at a child's toy boat.
CLIFF (CONT'D)
Why didn't I think of it before, it was right here in front of us the whole time. 
He clutches the ship.
JOEY
I don't think we're all gonna fit, did you even hear anything I just said?
CLIFF
We build a raft.  We got all the bamboo we need for the mast and boom, we've even got sails.  We can do this, we can go home.
JOEY
We don't even know where the hell home is from here, we'd never make it.  Eventually somebody's gotta find us.
Trish breaks from her trance.
TRISH
I bet that's what the captain's been saying for the last fifteen years.
JOEY
If the government knows how many times I shake my dick when I take a leak I know they can find us on some island.
TRISH
Wake up and smell the roses joey we've been here over a month.
JOEY
Then what the hell do you suggest.
Trish glares at Cliff.
TRISH
We get the hell off this island.
SERIES OF SHOTS - BUILDING THE RAFT
Cliff hacks away at the trunk of a thick shade tree.
Joey wrestles a heavy log down the trail, Cliff tows the other end.
Trish peels long strips of palm lashes from the bark.
They all collapse onto the beach as the sun fades away into the sea.
EXT. BEACH--CAMPFIRE--NIGHT
Cliff burrows into the sand, digs up a steaming boulder, unearths a leafy green package.
Cliff examines Trish, she gazes at Joey, he skips a stone across the sea.
CLIFF
I'm sick of watching him mope around the beach so will you do us all a favor and just tell him how you feel.
TRISH
How do I feel.
CLIFF
You feel like he hurt you once just like every other man in your life, and he's bound to do it again.  I don't know what happened between you two, and I hardly know joey but I know he's in love with you.
TRISH
I don't know how.
CLIFF
It ain't that hard honey, you got the right idea, I heard you two the other night-
TRISH
I don't know how to love joey.
Cliff tosses her the fish wrap, plants a kiss on her forehead.
CLIFF
Why don't you take him something to eat, he needs you right now.
TRISH
He needs donnie he's been gone for over a week.
CLIFF
It's better than melrose place around here, Your worried about Joey, he's worried about Donnie, who the hell's worried about me?
Trish snuggles him in her arms.
TRISH
It's a good thing we don't have to worry about you so you can take care of us?
Trish pecks him on the lips.
EXT. BEACH -- CONTINUOUS
Joey rears back a pebble, slices it across the water.  Trish rambles up the shore, offers him the parcel of fish.
They gaze out at the rolling waves, share a moment of silence. 
TRISH
He'll come back when he's ready.
JOEY
I think that's what I'm scared of.
EXT. BEACH -- NIGHT
A small bamboo catamaran showcases in the sand, a colorful quilt drapes around the tall mast.
Cliff binds seaweed straps around the secured rig, senses something stirring in the woods.
Cliff lunges for the axe, Donnie strolls out of the forest, packs two bottles of champagne.
CLIFF
Jesus you almost gave me a heart attack kid, but it's good to see ya, where ya been?
DONNIE
To hell and back.
Donnie tosses him a bottle. 
DONNIE (CONT'D)
Your just the man I been looking for, one last drink?
CLIFF
Sure but tell me something first where in the hell have you been?
Cliff pops off the cork, guzzles down the wine to the last drop.
DONNIE
I already told you where I've been. 
CLIFF
Look if it means anything to ya I never had a son of my own so when we get back, I'd be glad to help you get yourself together, sorta like a life coach.
DONNIE
That right?  Did I every tell you my papaw was in vietnam too.  He says once you kill a man it turns you into a different person.  I think he's right. 
CLIFF
How the hell do you-
Cliff's face is flushed, he gaps for breath, collapses in the sand.
DONNIE
Because I just killed you. 
Donnie shatters the bottle over Cliff's head, he staggers to his feet.
Cliff's vision blurs as he rambles up the beach. Donnie bashes him across the head with a piece of driftwood.
Cliff collapses into the sand as Donnie leers into his eyes.
DONNIE (CONT'D)
Play time's over.
INT. HUT -- NIGHT
Trish rummages threw the commodities of the shack, crams what she can into a suitcase.
Joey trails behind aimlessly as she packs it to the brim.
JOEY
So we're really leaving tomorrow huh?
TRISH
You know we leave tomorrow we been planning this for a week.
JOEY
We ain't ready-
Trish slams her bags on the ground.
TRISH
Why don't you wanna get off this island Joey?
JOEY
Things ain't gonna be like this back home it's like we're living in another world.
TRISH
I've never been chased down the freeway by a wild boar so tell me about it.
JOEY
I just meant-
TRISH
I know you don't understand but I can't live like this, not here and not with you.
JOEY
Maybe it ain't about what we want maybe this is all a sign-
TRISH
A sign of what?  That I should have listened to my father and never came back to that town. 
JOEY
Sam ain't to high up on my list of father's of the year.
TRISH
What do you know about being a father you can barely put two feet in front of the other much less raise a kid.
JOEY
I know I'd never do what he did, I'd never break my kid's heart, and I'd never do anything to break apart his family. 
TRISH
Good cause I'm pregnant.
EXT. NEIGHBORHOOD -- FLASHBACK
Donnie whips his bike down the block as Joey trails aimlessly behind.
DONNIE
Come on man there a dime a dozen.
JOEY
Whatta you care your glad we broke up.
DONNIE
What's the big deal she sucks in outfield she’s useless.
Joey is caught off guard as a familiar voice harmonizes just around the corner.
TRISH (O.S.)
Down by the shores of the hanky-panky/ where the bullfrogs jump from bank to banky...
Joey springs to life, zooms around the curb.
EXT. TRISH'S FRONT PORCH -- CONTINUOUS
Trish and Veronica rage a fierce battle of double Dutch.
Trish drops the jump rope, awe-struck as Joey sails around the corner.
Veronica drags her inside the house.
VERONICA
Come on girl momma's gonna kill you.
Joey screeches the bike to a halt as the door slams shut.
EXT. JOEY’S HOUSE –– LATER
The sounds of a couple having sex scream through the house, Joey and Donnie tip toe down the hallway.
DONNIE
Geez do they ever give it a rest.
JOEY
Quiet my old man finds out we ditched Gary he’s gonna have my ass.
As they creep past the door, Christy cries out in ecstasy.
JOEY (CONT'D)
Jesus Christ…
Donnie’s mouth falls open, he jabs Joey’s arm as a car sequels up the  driveway.
DONNIE
Holy shit…
Mike bails out the driver’s side, lowers his shades, gawks at a buxom neighborhood girl as he struts up the walkway.
DONNIE (CONT'D)
Then whose in there. 
Mike strolls in the house, Joey flinches at his very touch.
MIKE
Sorry bout last night champ, I want us to start acting like a family again, so I gotcha another surprise-
The bedroom door swings open, Christy stumbles into the hallway wrapped in a sheet, Sam staggers behind her zipping his fly.
MIKE (CONT'D)
What tha..
CHRISTY
Mike it's not what it looks like- 
Mike cracks Sam across the jaw.
Sam slams him through the coffee table, they thrash around the den, shatter through the glass storm door, wrestle onto the porch.
EXT. BEDROOM -- NIGHT
Joey rumbles under a blanket, a screaming match blares from the street.
Joey bounces off the bed, glares out the window as Diane shoves Sam beneath their porch light.
Joey gazes at an upstairs window, a light flickers on, Trish pulls back the curtain.
A walkie-talkie screeches on Joey’s dresser.
TRISH (V.O.)
All you have to do is close your eyes and I'll be there.
The doorknob rattles; Joey kills the walkie, dives under the covers.
The door creeks open, Mike flaunts a package from the threshold.
Mike stoops at the foot of the bed, nudges Joey from his sleep.
MIKE
Wake up Jo-Jo.
JOEY
Dad?  What's going on, I got school in the morning.
Mike places a gift wrapped box on the bed. 
MIKE
Time you become a man, open your present.
JOEY
I got school tomorrow, I’ll open it in the morning.
MIKE
You need to open it now, we got work to do.
Joey pries open the gift box.
A white silky robe is pressed inside the package. Mike lifts the hood by the eye slots.
MIKE (CONT'D)
It's just your size.
INT. TRISH'S BEDROOM -- LATER
Trish tosses in beneath the covers, glass shatters, jarring her from her slumber.
She jolts off the bed, rips back the curtains.
A pick up truck bashes into the side of the family car.  Rowdy klansmen leap from the bed of the truck, bash out the car windows.
INT. TRISH'S LIVING ROOM -- CONTINUOUS
Trish and Veronica tearfully cower into a corner.  Sam load's a revolver as he paces the floor.  
Diane trails behind him in hysterics.
DIANE
You can't go out there Sam you have to call the police.
Sam slings the phone across the room.
SAM
Call em on what?  They cut the goddamn cord.
Something beats against the window, a cloaked thug taunt them from the outside.
EXT. TRISH'S FRONT PORCH -- CONTINUOUS
The truck swipes by, smashes off the car's rear view mirror.  The driver rips off his hood, throws the rattle trap in park.
A robbed and hooded Joey shivers in the next seat.
MIKE
You ready boy?
Mike snatches off the boy's hood, snot and tears trail down his face.
MIKE (CONT'D)
I said are you ready, you don't want me to have to ask again.
EXT. TRISH'S FRONT PORCH -- CONTINUOUS
Two klansmen steady a huge cross in the center of the yard.  
Sam bursts onto the porch, flails the gun around in the air.
KLANSMAN #1
You ain't in the city no mo boy, we ain't to found of niggers around here so you betta get.
Sam cock's back the gun.
SAM
Yea one of us is leaving mothafucka and I'm betting on you. 
Another klansman blasts a shotgun into the air.  Sam whips around his gun, stares down the thug, their barrels fixed on each other.
Mike pries Joey's fingers off the handle, slings him to the dirt.
MIKE
I'll ask you one more time are you ready?
Another klansmen stalks behind sam with a shotgun, cracks him across the back of the head.
INT. TRISH'S BEDROOM -- CONTINUOUS
Trish glares from the window as Sam collapses in the grass.  
He gazes into her eyes as they beat him to a bloody pulp.
SAM
(up at trish)
I love you babygirl. 
The klan smashes his face into the ground.
EXT. TRISH'S FRONT PORCH -- CONTINUOUS
Mike douses the cross with gasoline, whips out a lighter.
He places the flame in Joey's hands.
MIKE
Do it.
JOEY
No pop please!  I don't wanna, please!
MIKE
You don't have a choice or maybe you just love these niggers more than your own family, now do it.
JOEY
No.
Mike belts him across the jaw, yanks the hood over Joey's face.
Joey gushes tears, beams up at trish through the hood.
JOEY (CONT'D)
I'm sorry. 
The child pitches the lighter.
The cross erupts into a crackling blaze, The klansmen vault into the truck.
MIKE
Come on boy.
Mike yanks Joey's arm, the hood slips off his head as his father crams him inside the truck.
Joey presses against the back window, ogles up at Trish as the pickup roars into the night.
The fiery cross crackles brightly in the yard.
EXT. CLIFF -- END OF FLASHBACK
A fiery torch burns in Papaw's hand, motions for Donnie up at the peak of the bluff, 
Franky leads donnie down the grassy cliff.
FRANKY
He's no fun anymore, I've got an idea.
Franky hands Donnie off to the old man, Papaw passes Donnie the torch.
PAPAW
You've been called to duty and it's too late to turn back now.
Franky shoots Donnie a wicked grim.
FRANKY
(to papaw)
Sorry donnie can't play with you anymore.
DONNIE
You hurt me so bad when i was little, I was just a baby and you made me do things no kid should ever do, I trusted you.  Your supposed to be my grandfather but you touched me you son of a bitch!
Donnie swipes the torch across papaw's uniform, the elderly man combusts into a sweltering inferno.
Franky leaps into Donnie's arms, they stroll past the agonizing man and into the night.
FRANKY
Now it's time to have some real fun. 
EXT. BEACH -- NIGHT
Donnie wields the torch through a grove of palm trees, breaks onto the beach and heads for the raft.
He lowers the torch to the raft, the planks quickly ignite into a roaring inferno.
DONNIE
No one leaves.
INT. HUT -- NIGHT
Trish flails her hands across Joey's unflinching face.
TRISH
I hope you realize you only got about seven more months to ignore me. 
JOEY
So Your gonna have a baby?
TRISH
Yea something like that joey, we're gonna have a baby.
JOEY
I hunt six hours a day and I might come home wit enough for goddamn brunch and on top of that I gotta worry about some spear chucker cutting my fucking head off, I can't raise a kid out here?
TRISH
Spear chucker?
(huffs)
Well you ain't got a choice any more.
JOEY
How do I even know this kid's mine.
Trish stops away, shoves water bottles in a duffel bag.
TRISH
As soon as we get rescued you'll never have to worry about this kid.  Your right your not ready.
JOEY
Look I'm... I'm sorry... 
Joey cradles Trish, she shoves him off.
TRISH
I thought maybe we could ever name him Joseph.  
Trish storms out the opening of the hut as Cliff collapses in the doorway.
Trish slings Cliff in her arms, Joey races across the hut, shoves his arm under cliff's side, drags him on a cot.
TRISH (CONT'D)
Cliff baby wake up, don't close your eyes wake up.  I can't loose you, please wake up.  Cliff who did this?
Cliff clenches his chest, seizes Joey around the neck.
CLIFF
Do... Donnie...
The life in his eyes fades away.
EXT. HUNT GRAVESIDE-- DAY
A campfire sizzles out as a quiet storm rumbles over the island.
Dog tags dangle around a stick crucifix planted in a fresh mound of dirt.
Joey hacks "CLIFF" into a tree trunk.
JOEY
You kept your promise, you showed me how to live again.
Trish graces down the steps, places a shimmering chain in Joey's palm.
TRISH
He was gonna give it to you after we got rescued. 
Trish pecks him a kiss, drudges back into the hut.
Joey fastens the gleaming star of David around his neck.
JOEY
I'm gonna miss you.
EXT. BEACH -- DAY
Joey wrangles a caravan of cargo and goods bound together in a bundle by a thick lash of palm fiber.
Trish drags along a basket filled to the brim with bananas, coconuts and bottled water.
JOEY
I'm not leaving him.
Trish pounds off down the beach, he struggles behind her, straining from the heavy load. 
TRISH
And I'm not going nowhere with him, so you better make up your mind if you wanna get to the other island by night fall.
JOEY
Last time I checked neither of us knows how to sail, so if we leave him we might never make it back to this island.
Trish gawks past him in horror, Joey spins around.
JOEY (CONT'D)
What tha... 
Joey drops the supplies, buckles his knees and collapses in the sand.  Trish surveys the charred remains of the raft.
JOEY (CONT'D)
No, not this time god.  Not this fucking time.  Gimme one fucking break.
Trish slams her eyes shut, collapses beside him.
JOEY (CONT'D)
Who did this. 
TRISH
You know who did this.
EXT. CLIFF -- NIGHT
Donnie squats at the peak of the bluff, Franky peers down the chasm at the white rapids rebounding off the rocks.
FRANKY
You miss him don't you?
DONNIE
He'll be back.
Franky cackles with laughter, his demonic voice morphs into the voice of the old man. 
FRANKY, PAPAW (V.O.)
You didn't honestly believe they would take you with them?
DONNIE
Joey wouldn't leave me, he wouldn't do that.
FRANKY, PAPAW (V.O.)
I'm sure he wonders just how i fell and broke my neck, or how you conveniently found me, if he knew who you really are he'd leave you just like everyone else, your dead mother, your drug addict father, your brother the murderer-
DONNIE
I killed you once i can do it again.
Joey races across the sandy cove, spies Donnie as he screams at the air.
Joey tackles him into the dirt, punches him in the face.
JOEY
Did Franky tell ya to do it?
DONNIE
I didn't have a choice?
Joey collapses in the sand.
JOEY
Your not even gonna lie to me?
DONNIE
I did what had to be done, brother.
Joey smashes his fist across Donnie's jaw.
JOEY
I only got one brother, and you ain't him.
DONNIE
It's kinda hard being the only white man on this island joey.  So I wonder how it's gonna feel to be the only one alive period.
JOEY
You even so much as fucking wet dream about her and I'll kill you.
DONNIE
I'm counting on it.
INT. HUT -- NIGHT
Trish cracks open her eyes, snuggles up to the warm body in the cot.
She runs her fingers along the swastika across his back.
TRISH
Joey we need to talk.
DONNIE (O.S.)
I was thinking the same thing. 
Donnie flips over, clutches her by the throat.
EXT. BEACH -- NIGHT
Blood streams down a gash at Joey's head.  He stirs in the sand, struggles to lift his eyes.
A flare explodes over the night sky illuminating Donnie at the peak of the cliff.
EXT. CLIFF-- MOMENTS LATER
Trish sprawls at the edge of the bluff, rope binds her hands.
Donnie blurs into focus as he fires off the flare gun.
TRISH
Joey?
Donnie wrestles in between her thighs, rams his tongue into her mouth.
DONNIE
I've always wanted to do that.  But you can't tell Joey, promise?
A slingshot pokes from his back pocket. 
TRISH
Who gave that to you Franky?
DONNIE
Yea why do you care.
Franky appears on the cliff.
FRANKY
If you do what I said you wont have to kill her he will.
Trish spies something in the trees, Donnie whips the gun around on Joey, the slingshot falls from his pants.
JOEY
Why are you doing this?
DONNIE
Because I have to, some of us have responsibilities but not you Joey, you do whatever you want no matter who gets hurt, franky will tell you that.  So ill make you a deal.
JOEY
What.
DONNIE
I'll show you where he's at and you can finally bury him and all those skeletons in your closet, all you gotta to do is kill her first.
TRISH
He's lying Joey...
Donnie flicks the tag from franky's casket to Joey's feet.
DONNIE
I'm giving you a chance to redeem yourself, your other option is you get the girl and I kill you both, so it's a win win situation.
Franky rushes to Donnie's side, tugs at his ear. 
FRANKY
Plan b, kill her now.
Trish kicks the slingshot to Joey, he draws back, fixes his aim on Donnie.
JOEY
Donnie!  I already redeemed myself.
Joey cracks off a marble, cracks Donnie in the jaw.  
Donnie hurls Trish over the side of the bluff.
Joey races to the ledge, peers over the cliff.  
Trish dangles by a root, Joey struggles for her hand. 
JOEY (CONT'D)
I'm sorry.
TRISH
Pull me up.
Joey latches onto her binds, flings her over the cliff.
Donnie fixes the flare gun on Joey.
JOEY
After a month alone it's gonna take all you got not to stick it in your mouth and pull the trigger.
DONNIE
I'm not alone, I told you Franky's here.
As Donnie squeezes the trigger, two ivory tusks rip threw his chest. 
A massive boar chomps into his shoulder, Donnie fires off a  flare at the beast, the Goliath charges, drags Donnie down the cliff. 
Donnie snatches Joey's arm, they steamroll over the cliff.
TRISH
Joey! 
Trish gnaws at her binds as a bloody hand claws on the bluff, "HATE U" inks across the knuckles.  
Joey struggles to pull himself onto the cliff.  Trish throws her arms around Joey, slings him over.
Donnie dangles off the side of the jagged rocks.
Joey peers over the bluff, strains for his hand.
JOEY
Gimme your hand. 
DONNIE
I'm sorry.
JOEY
Gimme your fucking hand, I'm not gonna let you die.  It's gonna be ok I promise.
DONNIE
I know it will, that's what brothers are for. 
Donnie  snatches the necklace from Joey's neck, plummets off the mountainous crag.
He smacks into the rocks, red tide rushes over his body, sweeps him into the sea.
EXT. HUT -- DAY
A torrential rain beats down, Joey stares into the jungle as he perches at the foot of the steps.
Trish plants another crucifix in the ground.
She snuggles between his legs, they share a difficult embrace.
TRISH
You been out here for hours, your gonna catch cold.
JOEY
I'll be in, in a minute.
They share a kiss, she scurries into the hut as Joey wonders out into the rain.
INT. HUT-- DAY
A massive shower of beats onto the roof.  Trish digs her fingernails into Joey's arms as she screams in misery.
JOEY
Push!
Trish grunts and thrashes about.
TRISH
I can't push anymore.
JOEY
He don't got no where to go but out, now push.
TRISH
She!!  She's not going anywhere.
Joey agonizes at her grip.
JOEY
Come on your almost there, push! 
The veins at her temples throb as Trish convulses atop the cot.  A screeching infant rings throughout the hut.
JOEY (CONT'D)
Push, push, push!  He's almost here, come to daddy.
Trish forces out the baby and collapses onto the bed.  Joey's overwhelming joey vanished as he examines the infant.
TRISH
What's wrong? what wrong with my baby?
Joey severs the umbilical cord and bundles the baby inside a blanket.  
Joey lowers the squealing dark chocolate newborn into her arms.
JOEY
It's a boy. 
Trish reads the sorrow from Joey's eyes, she beholds the newborn.
TRISH
Joey I didn't know.
JOEY
Guess he gots his daddy's eyes huh? 
TRISH
I was engaged, I swear to god I didn't know Joey-
JOEY
Don't, not now, not ever.
Joey turns away from her and trails out of the hut.
EXT. FOREST -- DAY
Joey couches over a silvery puddle, a tear drop rolls off his face, his reflection ripples over.  
EXT. BANANA GROVE -- DAY
Joey sports a thick beard and curly blond locks, splashes his face in the creek.
He weaves strips of palm fiber into a long drawstring.
JOEY
How come you gotta ask me a thousand questions huh?
DONTE',5, long hair cornrowed braids, plucks bananas from the vines, pitches in woven basket.
DONTE'
Come on Joey pretty please.
Joey threads the end of the make-shift bow string through two ends of an elongated and curved piece of dried up palm bark  
Joey ignores the Donte', the boy pounces onto his back and snuggles him around the neck.
DONTE' (CONT'D)
We can match.
JOEY
I said no.
Joey pulls back the tight string testing the integrity of his bow.
Donte' lifts up Joey's shirt, runs his fingers over the huge swastika on his back.
DONTE'
How come?
Joey whittles the tip of a thick branch into a barbed arrowhead.
DONTE' (CONT'D)
No fair you gots one.
Joey slams down his weapons, pitches the boy into his arms.
JOEY
I used to be a bad man, that's why I got these, I'm your daddy now.
DONTE'
Your Joey.
JOEY
To you i'm daddy, why we doing this again for the millionth time?
DONTE'
Trish's name is trish not mommy.
JOEY
She's mommy and daddy's done with this discussion.
Donte' fidgets out of his arms, zooms back to the fruit bush.  
A patch of grassy shrubs begin to stir, Donte' peels back the weeds, peers inside.
DONTE'
Can we take home the dog?
A furry piglet scurries out of the bushes snarling and snapping.  
Joey fixes his aim on the boar, draws back, arrow rips into it's side.
EXT. HUT -- NIGHT
Joey tracks into the hut with the pig over his back.
JOEY
Hi honey we're home.
A tin kettle bubbles over a small fire, Trish
TRISH
Get lucky?
Donte' runs to kiss Trish as Joey drops the the heavy sow to the floor.
JOEY
You could say that.
Trish drops her ladle and rises to her feet, her round stomach indicates she's half term.  She waddles across the floor and eyes the boar.
TRISH
They dont even come around here anymore.
(To donte')
No more safaris for you. 
JOEY
Foods supplies dried up, there just hungry, the sharks don't even swim here anymore.
Joey kisses the bump at her stomach, as Donte' latches onto Joey's leg.
DONNIE
Joey I wanna piggy back ride.
JOEY
Daddy.
Trish leans in and whispers in Joey's ear.
TRISH
I can call you daddy.
MONTAGE - LIFE AS A FAMILY
-- Donte' rocks in Joey's lap, guides the child's hands around a bamboo pole, they cast the lure into a grassy pond.
-- Joey swims through a patch of coral, Donte' glides along beside him on the flaps of a sea turtle.
-- Trish snuggles up beside Joey on the beach by a fire, Donte races along the sand as the northern lights glitter over the Atlantic sky.
MONTAGE ENDS
EXT. POND -- DAY
Joey hums a tune as he totes a couple of fishing poles down a grassy trail towards the water.
JOEY
You get a line and I'll get a pole/ and we'll go down to the fishing hole....
DONTE' & JOEY
Honey baby of mine...
Donte' tags along lugging a few dead fish in his hands.
DONTE'
That's songs silly.
JOEY
You never heard that, of course you've never heard that.  Why you interrogating me again?
DONTE'
Why do you always kiss me before I Go to bed, it makes makes my cheeks wet.
JOEY
Because I love you.
DONTE'
I love you too. 
EXT. TIDE POOL -- MOMENTS LATER
Trish wades in a shallow tide pool, springs to life as  something wrestles in the bushes.
TRISH
Donte'?
Trish treads onto the bank, surveys the calm forest.  Donte' breaks threw the weeds.
DONTE'
Can we take home the dog?
TRISH
What dog?
A squeal cuts through the air, something plows through the tall weeded valley straight towards them. 
Trish snatches Donte' by the arm, they hustle down a steep slop and race onto a dry leafy flat.  
Trish scans the woodlands, birds chirp over the deathly still forest.
They race towards a hallowed log, Donte' clings to her as she forces him inside the trunk. 
DONTE'
Please don't leave me!
Trish draws her knife. 
TRISH
Stay here.
DONTE'
I'm scared.
TRISH
I love you baby and I'll always be with-
A boar rams into her side, snapping at her as she flails her arms in defense. 
Donte' cuffs his hands over his ears drowning out the screams and squeals.
Donte' peeks out threw a round nook, Trish's bloody face slams against the log, hits the dirt.
TRISH (CONT'D)
I love you.
DONTE'
Trish!
The huge beast drags her out of view, Donte' presses his face to the hole.
A second boar snaps at the nook, and another rams into the opening, fights to get inside. 
The boars squeal away, one by one, projectiles rip into there sides.
Joey cradles Trish's bloody body, lifts the hair over her scared face.
JOEY
No, wake up baby don't leave me, I need you.
Trish gargles blood, struggles to lift her head.
TRISH
Your all he's got...
Joey grips her neck as her head slumps over, her body gives in.
JOEY
No... 
Joey screams into the tree tops, his wail echoes across the island.
DONTE'
Why won't she get up?
JOEY
Wake up baby please, wake up.  I can't do this by myself, you said you would always be with me, please wake up.
Joey kisses her forehead as Donte' clings to his side.
JOEY (CONT'D)
(To trish)
I love you. 
EXT. FOREST -- NIGHT
Joey wipes a tears from his eye, as he stands over Cliff's grave.
DONTE'
Whose Cliff?
JOEY
He's your grandfather.
A fresh mound of dirt piles beside Cliff's grave, Joey places an airline pendent at the head of the pile.
DONTE'
Is he with Trish?
JOEY
Yea I guess he is, there together now and so are we.
DONTE'
Why can't she come back?  I want her to come back.
JOEY
She just can't ok so it's me and you now, I promise I'm gonna take care of you.
Joey bolts to his feet as a shadowy figure races threw the woods.
DONTE'
That's just my new friend, he lives in the forest.
JOEY
What friend.
DONTE'
Franky.
JOEY
Go inside now!  Do not come out for nothing, do you hear me?
DONTE'
Yes sir. 
Donte' races into the hut as Joey draws his knife and creeps threw the shrubbery.
JOEY
Donnie?  That you?
A native slams a huge boulder across Joey's head, he collapses to the ground as a troupe of aborigines raid inside the hut.
They drag Donte' screaming from the cabin as Joey fades to black.
EXT. HUT -- NIGHT
Joey struggles to raise his eye lids, died blood spools across his face.  He eyes the feet of a small child scamper across his blurry view.
FRANKY (O.S.)
(ethereal whisper)
One last fight.
Joey struggles to raise his head, he slams back into the dirt.  His fingers dig into the ground, triumphantly pulls himself up.
INT. HUT -- CONTINUOUS
Joey eyes the pistol, Cliff's words filter into his mind.
CLIFF (V.O.)
One day that bullet could mean the difference between life and death.
SERIES OF SHOTS - JOEY PREPARES FOR BATTLE
-- Joey gathers a cache of weapons: arrows, spears, tosses them inside a long quiver.
-- Joey sharpens his knife against a rock, hurls the blade into the side of a tree.
-- Joey smears red clay warrior markings beneath his eyes, the bow and quiver slung across his shoulder he storms into the forest.
EXT. SACRIFICE GROUNDS -- NIGHT
The silvery moon beams over the old rusty cylinder that is the plane fuselage.
The chief drags his machete across a grind stone as a bonfire rages.
Hordes of savages bounce around the fire chanting praises. 
Donte's hangs between two trees, hands bound to a spit.
EXT. FOREST -- NIGHT
Joey examines the single bullet in the chamber and places it in his holster, treks through the black woodlands.
As he stalks down the trail something flitters in brush.  He launces his sharp lance through the threw the bushes.
Joey peels back the grass, an armadillo squeals.  Joey tugs out the lance.
JOEY
Oink.
A razorback slams him from behind.  The beast roars as he buries the blade into it's neck.  The creature charges back, it slams Joey into a tree.
Joey wrangles its snouts as he inches for the lance.  He rips the spears into the boars neck.
EXT. VALLEY -- CONTINUOUS
The beast's deafening squeal wails over the forest.
A tall patch of dead weeds sweep over a barren stretch of land.  Slowly the tall weeds begin to stir all over, throbbing as if there alive.
EXT. FOREST -- CONTINUOUS
As Joey tugs the spear from the boars flesh he detects a faint rumbling in the woods.
As the disturbance grows louder, a boar comes blazing over the hill.  Joey draws back his arrow and fixes it on the beast.
JOEY
Come to daddy.
Suddenly dozens of gargantuan feral pigs stampede over the crest.  Joey blazes down the trail in the other direction.
EXT. SACRIFICE GROUNDS – NIGHT
the natives drop Donte' onto the alter.  A native slits the throat of a boar, drains into a cup.
The man douses the child in the blood as he screams to the heavens. 
The village shaman ignites a crackling bonfire with his torch, his followers chant and dance around the blaze.
EXT. FOREST -- CONTINUOUS
Joey zooms down the trail, between strides he fires off arrows into the ferocious pack of charging boars.
Joey grasp his quiver for an arrow, clutches the empty pouch.  A boar snarls from behind, Joey sprints down the trail, the monster burst from the woods, head him off at the path.
Joey steadies the gun, he squeezes the trigger.
The gun clicks, nothing.
As they close in on him a flare fires from the darkness sparking the boars ablaze.  A crew of the fiery pigs, scurry into the forest.
The dry forest ignites into a crackling flash fire.  
A horde of boars gallop behind Joey as he struggles into the woods.
EXT. SACRIFICE GROUNDS -- CONTINUOUS
The chief lowers the knife, Joey charges over the hill, a fleet of snarling pigs race behind him.
The beasts charge at the natives.  
An arrow gouges from the side of a beast, Joey flings the knife into its neck, rips out the arrow.
the natives hold off the boars with spears, the battle rages towards the fuselage.  
A spear rips into the tail of the plane, fuel gushes, laps onto the alter. 
The chief throws his hands into the air, mutters a prayer, draws back the machete, an arrow rips through his throat.
Joey scrambles through the chaos, slices the vines from Donte's hands and throws him into his arms.
JOEY
I love you.
DONTE'
I love you too.
A flare fires off at the fuselage, it's slowly ignites.
Joey flings Donte into his arms.
JOEY
Ready to go home.
They flee through the midst of the battle as massive sequel blares from the fuselage.  
An oversized hogzilla razor back charges down the aisle of the fuselage, crushes the airplane seats in its path.
JOEY (CONT'D)
One shot. 
Joey kisses the barrel, fires a shot, bullet blast threw the tank, the tail explodes, engulfed in a massive fireball.  
He races down over the hill and the blast rains body parts and debris over the forest.
JOEY (CONT'D)
Are you ok?
DONTE'
I missed you.
JOEY
I missed you too, nothings ever gonna come between us again, no matter what I'm always gonna be your father.
A boar charges at Joey from the weeds, chomps down into his arm.  It's teeth rip to the bone, Joey drives his blade through the boar's head. 
It's ivory tusk tear threw Joey's arm, rips him a stump at his elbow.
A flare fires from the blackness of the jungle, explodes into the side of the agonizing beast, Joey collapses in a pool of blood.
DONTE'
Get up Joey, you have to get up, we have to go home.
JOEY
Run and promise me you won't look back do you hear me?  Go on get outta here.
Donte' yanks at his arm, Joey's face smacks into the muddy trail.
Joey creeks open his eyes as an illuminating radiance envelopes him, a blond Franky tugs at his hand.
JOEY (CONT'D)
Franky? 
FRANKY
Jo-Jo it's not your time, you to get up and save him.
JOEY
I can't save him, I couldn't save you, I couldn't save Donnie and I lost her, I can't fight anymore.
FRANKY
You didn't loose Donnie, you've come too far to give up now so get up and save your son. 
Joey reaches out for the Franky, the sparkling apparition vanishes into the air, Joey face flops into the mud.
Donte' cries, nestles into Joey's bosom. 
DONTE'
Daddy please get up.
Joey's struggles to lift his eyes, smiles. 
JOEY
Daddy? 
Joey rallies ever fiber of strength in his legs, struggles to his feet.
JOEY (CONT'D)
I'm not gonna loose you again, I promise I'll take care of you.
Joey tears a strip of cloth from his shirt, wraps his elbow spewing with blood.
JOEY (CONT'D)
Come on. 
He pins Donte under his arm, bolts threw the fiery gauntlet of toppling trees.
From miles across the sea the island inferno shimmers as a blazing beacon of light.
INT. HUT -- DAY
Joey slouches over cold in the doorway, Donte' curls under his good arm, sweeps the hair covering the man's bloody face.
DONTE'
Whose gonna make my cheek wet with kisses when I go to bed?  You promised you'd take care of me daddy, now get up!
Donte' lifts back Joey's eye lids, his vacant pupils roll into his head. 
DONTE' (CONT'D)
Come on get up, you can do it, sing the silly song to me daddy, please.
Joey lays unresponsive.
DONTE' (CONT'D)
Please get up.
JOEY
(fading consciousness)
You get a line and ill get a pole/ We'll go down to the fishing hole...
DONTE' & JOEY
Honey baby of mine...
Joey throws his arm over Donte', a fading smile leaks onto his face.
JOEY
Water... 
Donte' scours the shack for a cloth and runs down down the ramp and into the woods.
EXT. FOREST -- CONTINUOUS
Donte' races through a luscious palm grove.
EXT. BEACH - OCEAN -- CONTINUOUS
A small boat crashes over the waves, three Indian men crowd the tiny vessel.  
A man in a native tongue shouts miraculously as he points towards the flaming land mass.
Thick bellows of smoke enshroud the dead blackened island.
EXT. BEACH -- MOMENTS LATER
Donte' soaks the rag in the sea.
DONTE'
I'll take care of you daddy.
EXT. BEACH -- CONTINUOUS
Donte' zooms down the shore, leaps over a sand dune, lands face first at the boot of a native.
The man towers over the boy, offers out his hand. 
Donte' scurries through his legs, flees into the forest.  
The fishermen scurry after him into the woodlands.
EXT. FOREST -- CONTINUOUS
Donte' fights through a dense tangle of weeds towards the shack.  
A brown arm wrangles him up from behind, the native pulls Donte' into his arms.
DONTE'
Who are you?  I want Joey.
The men squawk back in foreign tongues.
A native offers the boy a parcel of bread, Donte' ravishes the loaf with apprehension.
The men tote Donte' away from the shack, into the decaying forest.
Donte' thrashes hysterically to break free.
DONTE' (CONT'D)
Wait you have to get Joey, he's my Daddy stop you can't leave him.
INT. HUT -- DAY
Joey craps open his eyes, struggles to flips over on his back.  He examines the neatly wrapped bandage dressing his stub of an arm.
JOEY
Donte?
Joey drags himself to his feet, shoots a perplexed look as the star of David necklace dangles above the doorway.
A soft smile leaks onto his face. 
EXT. HUT -- DAY
Joey staggers down the steps.  A mound of dirt piles alongside the two graves outside the shack.
Joey lurches across the grass, peers over the gaping hole dug into the ground.
He collapses to his knees, examines the tattered child sized casket lying in the deep grave.
JOEY
Franky?
Joey triumphantly knocks a clump of dirt over the cover, a child's voice chuckles from the woodlands.
Joey glances up, Franky smiles from the trees.
FRANKY
I forgive you jo-jo.
Joey zooms after the boy as he races into the forest.
EXT. FOREST -- CONTINUOUS
Joey chases Franky's through the wild labyrinth of trees and shrubbery.
JOEY
Franky!
The child breaks threw the crown of trees gating the beach. 
EXT. BEACH - BOAT -- CONTINUOUS
As they drift away from the island Donte' gazes up at the cliff, a rugged shaggy man resembling Donnie waves from the top of the bluff.
DONTE'
(waves back)
Bye franky. 
Joey fights threw the trees stumbles onto the beach.
JOEY
Donte'!
Donte' springs to life as Joey's cries echo across the sea.
DONTE'
Daddy?
Donte' thrashes at the side of the fisherman.
DONTE' (CONT'D)
He's alive, that's my daddy. 
Joey plunges into the crashing sea, paddles against the current with his good arm.
JOEY
Don't take my boy.
A rolling wave surges over Joey, sinking him beneath the tide.
Joey battles through the undercurrent, his body gives in, gradually his thrashing arm drifts deadly still in the water.  
Joey' eyes roll shut, he settles face down into the sandy bank.
INT. AMERICAN AIRPORT  -- DAY
Droves of reporters rumble throughout the packed concourse.
Christy rocks anxiously in her chair as Ricky nestles her tight in his arm.
CHRISTY
What if something happened?
RICKY
Even his luck ain't that bad.
Dana reaches over the ticket counter, swipes a sunflower from a vase.
CUSTOMER SERVICE REP
Can I help you? 
DANA
Yea where's the blue lagoon kid?
CUSTOMER SERVICE REP
Sorry that flights been delayed. 
 
DANA
Is your company trying to kill my career.  Anderson Cooper's already here for godsake and if I'm out scooped one more time I'll be stuck in this god awful human interest hell forever.
The crowd begins to roar in applause. 
CUSTOMER SERVICE REP #2
Looks like it's your lucky day, that flight just arrived.
The frenzied media race down the terminal as a stewardess rounds the corner; she carries Donte' in her arms.
CHRISTY
Oh my god... 
A flight attendant wheels Joey down the walkway, a sling bandaged around his stubbed arm.  Christy busts through the crowd, buries Joey in her bosom.
CHRISTY (CONT'D)
Baby, I can't believe it, I knew you were coming home.
JOEY
I missed you so much, I love you ma. 
Ricky pussyfoots threw the bystanders, approaches Joey. Ricky's eye's glare at the floor as he searches for words.
JOEY (CONT'D)
Ricky, I never thought I'd say it, but it's good to see you.
Ricky bumrushes him into a tight hug, lifting him out of the chair.
RICKY
The kid looks just like you.
Dana charges through the pack of reporters, shoves her microphone in his face.
DANA
Joey do you have any special words you'd like to share to anyone out there watching.
Joey gazes out at at his family in the crowd.
JOEY
No, there all here.
DANA
You've been gone for five years there must be someone you've got some warms words for, maybe you'd like to tell them how much you care?
Joey leans up, pulps the sun flower from her hair.
JOEY
She already knows. 
EXT. JOEY'S HOUSE -- DAY
Mr. Postman pounds against the door, loud rumbling can be heard from inside.
MR. POSTMAN
Come and pick up your own mail how about that.  I'm sick of this route.
Mr. Postman wails his foot into the door, it opens.  
Mr. Postman's mouth gapes open, a clean cut Joey stands in the doorway, one sleeve tucked under his amputated arm.  His red swelled body absent of any tattoos.
MR. POSTMAN (CONT'D)
Jesus H Christ, your face is on every paper in the country, it's really is you ain't it.
JOEY
Long time no see Mr. Putnam.
MR. POSTMAN
It's POST-man, Mr. Postman for the hundredth time, how many years I been delivering your mail joey?
Mr. Postman peers around Joey and into the house, Donte' pounces in Ricky's lap, he snarls up from the recliner.
RICKY
I can't see the race gimme a break it's tournament cup boy.
DONTE'
Come on grandpa.
Ricky cracks a smile, snuggles the boy in his arms. 
Donte' zooms off the recliner, pounces into Joey's arms.
DONTE' (CONT'D)
Daddy can we go to the park please...
MR. POSTMAN
Who the hell's that?
JOEY
My son.
Joey slams the door in his face, Mr. Postman pounds on the door in a furious rage.
FADE OUT:
THE END