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FADE IN: INT. LAKESHORE HIGH SCHOOL - PRE-DAWN The horizon shimmers with the first light of morning. A typical suburban-farm school in Stevensville, Michigan stretches out before us. Early before the mob of eager,keen minds arrive: JANITORS are apathetically working on the floors, classrooms, and bathrooms. A man enters from the front entrance of the building - MR CLEMENTS, a tall, ARROGANT, articulate history teacher wearing a blue shabby suite. He makes a manly nod at the janitors, unlocks his door and enters his classroom. As his daily routine he checks for his voice mail, afterwards he reluctantly skims through a pile of ungraded papers. EXT. SCHOOL PARKING LOT - CONTINUOUS A dark-green, almost new TAURUS pulls up. A soft spoken, slothful teen, JOHN emerges from the car. He places his book bag on his back and walks towards the school's entrance. He passes through hallways filled with old-fashioned lockers and into the sophomore hall towards Mr. Clement's room. He makes a knock-- MR. CLEMENTS Oh...Come in...John. JOHN Did you grade my paper sir? MR. CLEMENTS Yes as a matter of fact I did - Let me see if I can find it. He skims through a pile of graded papers. MR. CLEMENTS Aha - Here it is. You got a 96%... Good Job. JOHN So much for 6 dreadful hours at the Library. MR. CLEMENTS Well... lets see what you did wrong, I have it written somewhere in here. Mr Clements puts on his glasses, grunts as he goes through the essay. MR. CLEMENTS OK. I think your paper was great. The only thing I disagreed with, was the significance of the Battle of Saratoga. JOHN What about it? I mean it was the turning point of the revolutionary War. MR. CLEMENTS Yes it was. But I disagree with the word choice you have in that paragraph. JOHN I was trying to explain the whole war from different view, using Saratoga as the main aspect. MR. CLEMENTS (argumentative) Mmm - I get your point. I was not quite impressed on how you worded your thesis. John's face wears down. MR. CLEMENTS Anyway - it was a great paper... You know what, I'll look it over again. I promise you by tomorrow I will have a new grade on there. A higher one I hope. JOHN Thank you sir. As he exits the room Mr. Clement makes a sound, he halts and turns around to listen to the lofty teacher. MR. CLEMENTS I'm impressed by your willingness to present your evidence. John makes a quick nod and exits. CUT TO: INT. LOCKERS - HALLWAY - MORNING The students are in their masses. Cheerleaders, football players, preppies, skids, smarties, all engraved in one hallway. A QUICK VIEW OF JOHN LONELY ON HIS LOCKER. The bell RINGS. The kids rapidly disperse. EXT. LUNCH CAFETERIA - CONTINUOUS The students in their social groups. John takes his food tray walks to an unoccupied table. A mob of students, mostly football players appear at the table. They are pissed off. Among the crowd is a tough-looking, ferocious, kid named RICKY. RICKY What the hell are you doing at our table. BOY # 1 (pats him on the back) You know if I were you, I wouldn't wanna mess with Ricky. RICKY Go play with your little flute or something' we don't allow virgins on this table. The boys share a laugh. JOHN I'm sorry man, I'll leave. RICKY You better. JOHN Don't push it Bro. BOY # 1 Did you hear that dagg. BOY # 2 Who the hell' does this kid think he is. BOY # 1 Lets give him give a makeup. They all nod their heads in-agreement. RICKY No guys - its cool. Let him go. It was a just a simple misunderstanding... No reason to go postal on his ass. Right? Ricky glances at the boys with a wicked eye. RICKY (CONT'D) Right? BOY # 1,BOY # 2 (simultaneously) Right. He gets up and strides out of the CAFETERIA. He goes to a STUDENT LOUNGE area where there are kids likewise divided into social groups: some are eating, chatting, while others are playing a hackie sac. He quickly notices his friend, Trent. He is a jittery kid with piercing on his ears, nose, and TONGUE. TRENT Hey, Bro.... What's the matter dude. JOHN (angrily) The seniors were giving me some trouble again-- TRENT Don't even worry that I've got something in-store for those Assholes. JOHN (sitting down) Yea whatever. Anyway, I was thinking - do you think you can lend me that guitar of yours. TRENT Why? JOHN I need to... do... Something. A punk-kid with piercing, flips off Trent. Trent hesitantly returns the favour. TRENT I thought you said playing a guitar was a waist of time. JOHN I did, I just need to check something out. Look will you give the guitar or what! TRENT Alright - Alright I give you the guitar man. Geez, they really bullied you - didn't - they. EXT. CLASSROOMS - CONTINUOUS We see a quick flash of students absorbingly learning in different classrooms. GEOMETRY, WELDING CLASS, and students in the GYMNASIUM. ON SCREEN a clock spinning showing the fast moving time. INT. PARKING LOT - AFTERNOON We see John quickly walking to his car. He takes out his keys to open the door. A beautiful, radiant girl walks up to him. STEPH Hey neighbor. JOHN (astonished) Oh... Hey Steph how are you? STEPH I'm great how are you? JOHN I'm OK. He stares at her with - great discomfit. STEPH Listen. Can you give me a ride. My car is at the garage. I was counting on my girlfriends to take me home, but they seem to have disappeared. RICKY Yeah - sure. Hop in. She goes around to the passenger's side. STEPH -- Thanks -- CUT TO: INT. RICKY'S HOUSE After dropping off STEPH, Ricky walks into his house which sounds empty. JOHN Mom I'm home. No one answers,he searches in the kitchen. JOHN (cont'd) Mom - Mom! Mom! IN THE LIVING ROOM is his mom, SHELBY sitting on the sofa with her hand on her face crying. She wearing a night dress. He rushes to sit next to her. JOHN (comforting) Mom what's wrong? JOHN (cont'd) Mom? SHELBY -- I don't want to talk about it -- JOHN Mom what did he do to you. SHELBY Nothing! Nothing. JOHN Mom, I know he did something to you. Tell me what did he do to you. She removes her hand from her face. She has a disturbing red eye. John's face quickly deviates with the sight of his flimsy mother. JOHN That son of a bitch- SHELBY (overlapping) Don't you say that - he's my husband. John rises - infuriated. JOHN MOM! He beat the shit out of you, how can you say that? SHELBY (crying) I don't know... I don't know what to do. JOHN I know what to do. CALL THE POLICE! SHELBY NO. You will not call the POLICE - no-one is calling the cops. JOHN (sitting down) Mom. Listen to me...He is a monster, how many times is he going to do that to you - to me. Every day I pray you will kick him out...but you just keep on letting that man into our house. SHELBY (softly, while crying) I love him...I love- JOHN -THAT'S BULLSHIT! Mom he abuses us both everyday. Every night, DRUNK he wallops his way in here -- beats the crap out of you, then he comes to do the job on me. At midnight you forgive him and y'all start shacking each other. SHELBY Don't you talk to me with that language! I-am-your-mother. JOHN Sorry, But I mean it, we need to do something. Where the hell is he? SHELBY I don't know, he just walked out. John gets curious. JOHN What did he hit you for this time? SHELBY I - can't say. JOHN Mom, why did that monster hit you? SHELBY I..I- JOHN Mom, look at me. (Shelby looks directly at him) Tell me why SHELBY I don't know. He was looking for his beer, he couldn't find it - then he...he... Started to go ballistic and blamed me for his missing beer and the next thing I knew he was punching me around. JOHN He beat you over beer! He beet you over beer!! That's it, I've had it. I'm calling the police. He quickly rises, walks to pick up the phone. SHELBY Ricky - Ricky, you will not call anybody. Before he commences dialing, WHACK! Shelby hits the phone to the ground. SHELBY If you just as dial 9-1-1 by mistake, you are out of this house. You hear me boy? Do you understand me? He turns his back on her. He swiftly strolls to his bedroom and bangs the door on his way in. FADE OUT: INT. RICKY'S BEDROOM - NIGHT Ricky is sound asleep, there is a beautiful moment of silent. Unexpectedly George, 43, chunky, malignant uses tremendous strength to hurl Ricky out of bed. GEORGE Did you steal my beer boy? Ricky, trying to recollect his thoughts rubs his eyes to stay awake. GEORGE Where is my bear boy? If I didn't drink it, and Shelby didn't take it. It must be you and that punk you call a friend. JOHN I don't know what you are talking about. He resumes rubbing his eyes. GEORGE You don't know? - OK... OK. I'll bring you up to speed! George takes a half-finished beer, pours it on John infinitely. The beer goes into his mouth, eyes and into his P.J. JOHN Ahh. What the- GEORGE Do you get it now. Do you get it now? He finishes the bottle, takes another one and continues to pour it on him. Poor John tries to wipe it of while trying to escape from George. Unsuccessful though. JOHN I didn't steal your... Shelby listens helplessly, to her screaming son. She is leaning on the door with tears succumbing down her cheeks. SHELBY Leave him alone. He didn't he had nothing to with your beer! GEORGE (pointing at Shelby) You stay out of this Shelby! JOHN I don't know where your beer is. GEORGE Oh - Oh yes you do. I'll teach you not to steal. He ruthlessly slaps John. Shelby holds her mouth, crying in despair. JOHN Mom, Mom. Mom help me. SHELBY (yelling) Let him go George! He's innocent! She tries to pull George away from her beloved son. George holds her relentlessly and throws her against the wall. JOHN What are you doing to her. (outraged) Let her go! John throws a firm punch on George's mouth. Shocked by the punch he takes a moment. There is complete SILENCE in the room, Shelby realizes what her son's in for-- SHELBY No. No. No... Don't George - Please don't George furiously takes off his belt. With great huff he clutches the belt and embarks upon hitting John. Shelby, crying stands by the door watching her son cry in horror. Due to his drunkenness, George gets tired, he stops beating John, he throws the belt at his face. As he walks out he forcefully grabs Shelby. We see John slowly sitting down,crying. CUT TO: INT. HIGH SCHOOL HALLWAYS - NEXT MORNING John stands by his locker, punching in the wrong code. Impatient, he kicks it. It OPENS after another try. He is joined by Trent who is drinking a GATORADE. TRENT What's up man. I thought you were coming over to pick up the guitar. JOHN Something came up. TRENT Where did you get those bruises? JOHN None of your business. TRENT He beat you up again didn't he? Look, John - you know I got your back. Listen to me... We need to do something quick or else- JOHN Or else what - Trent. I advise you to stay out of this. TRENT (moves closer to John) Look you know I've got them guns, 9MM's. We don't have to kill him, just INTIMIDATE him that's all. JOHN (hesitantly) You think I'll... I won't have anything to do- TRENT Just at least get him off of you. The bell rings. JOHN I'll talk to you later. He slams his locker shut, and walks away. INT. CLEMENT'S CLASSROOM - CONTINUOUS John enter's Mr. Clement's classroom. As students check each others' scores, John approaches Mr. Clements. He hands him back his paper. MR. CLEMENTS (grinning) Good job. I read it again and gave you a better grade. Keep up the good work. JOHN Thank you sir. MR. CLEMENTS No you thank yourself, you deserved it. Hard work pays. From a distance is Ricky whose growing curious, watches John and Mr. Clements's conversation. He gets up to see what the fuzz is all about. RICKY What'd you get? MR. CLEMENTS It's none of you business. Worry about your own paper. Ricky follows John till he sits down. He leans over to his ear and whispers to him-- RICKY You know what, I hate your guts. The students stir into their assigned seats by the sound of the bell. MR. CLEMENTS (cont'd) I believe you have all received your papers. Check it over if you have any questions, come and ask me. OK lets all open our books to page 123. AS STUDENTS OPEN THEIR BOOKS DISSOLVE TO: EXT. PARKING LOT - AFTERNOON John who is joined by Steph oscillate towards the Taurus. Ricky and his entourage emerge in front of them, blocking their way. RICKY Steph I had no idea you were dating this Asshole. STEPH I'm not dating him. He's my friend- RICKY (interrupts) Yeah. Whatever. The guys pave the way, John and Steph pass through. The sight of the Taurus is disturbing. Its filled with shredded papers, from front to back-seat. Ricky and his entourage stand a few feat away and they are cracking up. The shredded pieces doesn't stop John from going home. STEPH (helping him) I'm sorry. These guys can be asses sometimes. He stares at her RICKY All the time. STEPH -- Excuse me -- RICKY Not sometimes. All the time. CUT TO: INT. STEPH'S HOUSE/DRIVEWAY - AFTERNOON The Taurus pulls up at the driveway. John's face is filled with anger, he tries to hide it cause of Steph's presence. STEPH I'm sorry about your car. JOHN Thanks. STEPH Do you want to come in... For a drink or something. JOHN No thanks, I have to go Trent's house. STEPH Look - I know it's none of my business - but why do you hang out with Trent. I mean you are just too... too... You do know he's been in jail twice. JOHN I know. He is not as bad as people perceive him. STEPH John he is a racist, he deals weed, there is nothing more you need to know. JOHN (offended) I have to go, I'll see you tomorrow. Steph reaches over and kisses his cheek. She slowly retreats from the car. In no time John pulls out of the driveway, leaving Steph staring at him in disbelief. EXT. TRENT'S HOUSE - CONTINUOUS The car pulls up at a middle class urban-suburban house. IN TRENT'S BEDROOM it is chaotic, books, clothes, video's everywhere. Trent pulls out a black box from underneath the bed. The contains of the box shock John. Two 9MM GUNS black and silver. Trent hands John the black gun. Trent holds it with great experience. He teaches John the use of the safety, loading the mag, and hands him an extra MAG. CUT TO: EXT. JOHN'S HOUSE - LATER John opens the front entrance, walks toward the living area. George is sitting on the lazy-boy drinking a SAM'S LIGHT. He is not surprised by John's entrance. He slowly puts his beer down. He glances over the clock which states: 1.05 GEORGE Where have you been, your mother was worried sick about you. JOHN (passing by) Don't talk to me. George emerges from his lazy-boy, follows John. GEORGE What! Who do you think you are - to talk to me like that. JOHN FUCK YOU! He quickly removes his belt. GEORGE You asked for it. As George grips the belt into a better, comfortable position - John pulls the gun and swiftly walks towards George and positions the gun on George's forehead. JOHN What now. What now! Go ahead beat me up like you always do. GEORGE (softly) Where did you get the gun? JOHN -- Sit down -- George resists the command. JOHN (yelling) NOW ! I- said - sit - the - fuck' down. GEORGE You will pay for this. I'll make sure you will p-a-y JOHN Not if you are dead. John slowly backs away from George. JOHN You will never touch my mother again. You will never, never touch me again! Is that understood? No answer from George. JOHN (cont'd) (ferociously) Is - that - understood! CLICK! He turns the safety on. GEORGE (uneasy) Yes. I understand you perfectly. JOHN Good. I'm OUT. He exits the house. We see George trying to pick up his bottle of beer, he is hesitating, his hands are trembling - We can see how the incident troubled him. CUT TO: EXT. TRENT'S BEDROOM - FOLLOWING MORNING Trent is sitting on his bed. John is walking back and forth as in a military drill. His face is pale, his forehead is wrinkled with signs of anger. In is hand is the 9MM gun in which he grips powerfully. Trent's surprised as his friend is breaking his mind. JOHN I should have shot him. I mean I had him, I put the gun on his forehead. I don't know what happened afterwards... I mean...I mean... I didn't do it. He stares at Trent for while, he face changes with the sudden realization. TRENT What? What is it? JOHN Maybe he was not the one I wanted. TRENT What do you mean? He's the fucker who beats you and your moms ain't he? JOHN You know when I had the gun on his forehead - it felt good, I just couldn't pull the trigger. TRENT I know what it is... Its fear, I realize its your first time doing something like that so you crapped' out and you couldn't shoot him. JOHN No. No. It wasn't fear, I want to take it out one someone else, RICKY! I want him to suffer for all those years I've had with him. I may have spared George but I won't do the same thing to Ricky. He should suffer! That motherfucker' I wanna... I wanna... He resumes his marching drill. He starts to smirk, with an evil look in his eye. Trent is astonished by his friend's sudden behavior. TRENT Dude, Are you OK. JOHN I've never felt better before. It's not George who I want... Its Ricky. You with me? TRENT Always. JOHN Good you got a plan? INT. LAKESHORE HIGH SCHOOL - CONTINUOUS The BELL rings, the student as their daily ritual, waist time finishing conversations before proceeding to their classes. MR CLEMENTS' ROOM - he leans by his desk taking attendance. With a loud voice, he calls for any absent students. Steph mentions John's name. As makes a tick in the grade book, two boys dressed in BLACK MASKS enter, John and Trent, they pull out guns and Trent opens fire at Mr. Clement. The students cry out, screaming and screeching. Using disguised voices Trent and John call out for silence. The students follow. JOHN (pointing at Ricky) OK, Shoot Him. Trent hesitates as Ricky's tears fall down. John from out of nowhere -- BANG! pulls the TRIGGER. Bleeding ceaselessly, Ricky's eyes fold. TRENT (sarcastically) Geez - that sucks. ON THE SCHOOL, we see the whole school in distress. After hearing the sound of the vicious guns, everyone apprehensively running in all sorts of directions. Some students stepping on each other as the make their way out the exits. They are joined by a mass of POLICE cars, the officers rush to help the students. Other policemen are taking out rifles,shot guns,and hand guns. BACK IN CLEMENT'S ROOM already 6 dead bodies on the floor. Trent like a mad man, humming, dances around the existing students picking the perfect target. With great force, he shoots one of the girls. The girl turns out to be Steph. John turns to see the fallen beauty. JOHN Oh - you motherfu'- you shot Steph. TRENT Oh shit. I'm sorry man. I didn't realize it was her. JOHN If you stopped humming that awful sound you could have recognized her. Their VOICES suddenly change back to normalcy. TRENT I'm sorry man. JOHN Well she's dead now. Nothing we can do about it. DAMNIT! One of the students stares at Trent, realizing his true identity. TRENT What are you looking at? The student stutters. Trent unmercifully shoots him between the eyes. TRENT (cont'd) (immediately) Lets go. John makes his way out the door. He stops and turns back, unsuccessfully searches for someone in the room. He notices a boy underneath a desk, possibly on of Ricky's entourage who bullied him - he holds up his gun and shoots the kid. At this point we can faintly hear AMBULANCE sirens. TRENT Enough now, save some for tomorrow. Lets move out. JOHN (peeping out the door) Right on schedule. Which way again. TRENT I'll lead... You follow. EXT. HALLWAYS - CONTINUOUS The two villains are running in the hallways. Trent is up front. He makes a turn hoping to get out of the school through the back door. An unoccupied POLICE vehicle is far across where they stand. He halts at exit- RICKY Remove everything. JOHN ALL RIGHT. A COP pops out from behind them, he pulls out his gun. Trent turns around still in possession of his 9MM. POLICEMAN Put your weapons down boys! TRENT (pointing his gun) NO, you put your fuckin' gun down. POLICEMAN I said put your gun down now! John points his gun at the officer. Shots are fired by two officers from the distant police car. Trent falls down, cries in agonizing pain. His body finally gives up. JOHN Trent! NO! POLICEMAN Put your gun down boy, or you'll end up like him. John slowly puts his weapon down. The policeman, joined by two others vicarate John. JOHN (V.O.) This is it. This is it. What have I accomplished? Revenge was sweet, but the consequences will be bitter... Well if I'm asked in court why I did this... I'll simply say, HE PUSHED ME. I told Ricky not to push it, but he never bothered to listen. I...mean... he didn't know who I was, what I stood for. He just made me open my eyes to see the world in a whole different view.
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