196 spring 2001
For some reason or another, I’ve thought of this whole project in black and white.
White letters on a black background.
Until a man is twenty-five, he still thinks, every so often, that under the right circumstances he could be the baddest motherfucker in the world.
1 Shouting and derisive comments can be heard amidst a strong drum beat. A television screen appears, Someone is watching Fight Club. Brad Pitt is being beating unmercifully by Lou, the greazy mafioso-type owner of the bar, but returning each punch with a glib remark.
Across the room a young man (Billy) sits in a sofa eating
Cocoa Puffs. His attention is divided. He is half transfixed on the film
playing on his television, but is busy c
Îleaning a revolver with a small wire brush and greasy hand-rag. Brad Pitt screaming “you don’t know where I’ve been Lou!” grabs his attention: He looks up, admiring the image on the television and smiling. Suddenly, he looks over his shoulder at a clock on the wall and is stunned by the time.
Outside his apartment, Billy locks his deadbolt and doorlock, wiggles the door handle to test its security, then leaves. A moment passes and Billy returns to check the lock a second time.
Outside a small bank, a line has formed for the ATM. Billy is fourth in line;
looking down and fumbling through his wallet for his card. The line progresses
while Billy’s head is lowered, and a space opens. Just as he fishes his
card out and looks up, two men
having a conversation walk up and stand in front of Billy. The corners of his
eyes flash in anger. He glares at the backs of the men. One of the men shifts
his weight, and notices Billy staring at him; they make eye contact. The man
holds his hand up to s
ignal his friend there might be a problem.
(casually to Billy)
Billy freezes and says nothing. After a pause the two men continue speaking.
3 The door to Billy’s apartment swings open violently. He storms in. Infuriated, he rips his jacket off and hurls it across the room. A “free Tibet” poster can be seen in the background. Billy paces angrily for a few moments, then plops down onto his couch. He looks back at the clock, distraught. After chewing his thumbnail for a moment, he stands quickly, snatches his jacket from the floor and heads across the room. He rummages through a drawer, pulls a canister of pepper spray from it, then quickly heads out the door, slamming it as he leaves.
4 Billy is at the ATM again, punching the numbers furiously, he looks around the parking lot. A man gets in line behind billy, which prompts him to shove his unused hand deep into his jacket pocket. The machine spits his cash out, he grabs it and walks away.
The man extends his arm to Billy, he has his receipt. With his hand still in his pocket, Billy takes the receipt quickly, almost jealously, and storms off.
5 The sounds of George Thouroughgood blaring over a car speaker mixes with the sounds of traffic. A conversation slowly fades in. Billy is driving his car, his friend is in the passenger seat. Billy’s hands are planted firmly on the wheel at ten and two o’clock. His back is locked in an upright position.
I almost came out of my skin and beat both their asses.
Then what’d they do?
Nothing. Just stood there. After they knew I wasn’t fucking around they didn’t give me anymore shit....Any ways I’m sorry I’m late.
I should have told them I’m a crack shot.
4 crack pot...I guess you gotta go with your strengths
No really man. I’m a good shot. I practice three round bursts to the head neck and chest at the range. When it comes down to it, I’m fucking ready man.
The friend grimaces awkwardly at Billy’s statement, before turning his attention back to the radio.
The car pulls up to a curb and Billy’s friend gets out, he leans down to speak through the open door.
Thanks for the ride. I’ll give you a call, or you can give me a call if you want to go to that concert later.
Yeah, I probably will. See you later.
In the meantime, don't go berserk and slaughter anyone, Wolverine.
His friend waves and slams the door before walking off. Billy drives two feet the stops the car to reachˇ across the passenger seat to lock the door, before driving away.
6 Billy has parked in front of a coffee shop. He methodically points to each of the four door locks making sure they are locked. After this he pulls the pepper spray from his pocket, examines it, returns it to its place and gets out of the car. He checks the handle on the driver’s side after he gets out.
Inside, Billy slowly thumbs through Nietzsche’s Genealogy of Morals. Every so often he peeks his eyes over the pages to glance at a woman sitting at a table across from him.
(This scene still needs work. I want Billy to try and flirt, but humiliate himself by speaking condescendinly and coming off like a pompous jackass. Any suggestions would be appreciated.)
is on the phone in
! his house.
No. No. Yeah, after I dropped you off.
Not unless she cuts me off. No. I told you, at the coffee shop. She’s hot man. You gotta see this girl. I asked her,
she said she wasn’t in the mood for a concert.Yeah, she’s
coming over here. Allright. Have fun tonight ...I know I will. Bye
Time has passed, and Billy now sits on his couch thumbing through a copy of Siddharta. After putting it down, he picks up a copy of the Tao Te Ching.
A while later, Billy sits in the Lotus position breathing deeply with his eyes closed.
The lights are dimmed, and the space on the floor where
Billy was sitting is now empty. A rapid clicking sound can be heard. Billy sits
in front of his computer studiously clicking. He clicks again, then lifts a
pair of glasses
 off a Poetry book by Kahil Gibran. After situating them on his face he stares back at the screen. He clicks a button, and enters a porn sight dedicated to bondage and sadomasochism. His expression is one of aloofness. He clicks again to view images of bound women being beaten. His expression never changes.
8 The lights are out and Billy is fast asleep, appearing relaxed with one arm tucked beneath his pillow. There is a slight sound that comes from somewhere undistinguishable. His eyes open, and after a moment his eyes scan the room. The arm under his pillow withdraws the revolver and Billy heads out of the room.
He aims the gun around the apartment in the dark. Drawing
the hammer back methodically, then letting it drop every time he raises it. The
xoccurs again and Billy heads for the door “stealth style.” He slowly inches out the door and tiptoes out onto his patio. He draws the hammer back again and turns the corner slowly, aiming the pistol from the shadows. Three of Billy’s neighbors sit outside their apartment speaking softly and smoking cigarettes. The crack jokes and muffle their laughter with their hands. Billy tracks the sights along each of their backs as they speak. As he muzzle of the gun points at each one, Billy slightly jerks the gun pretending to shoot each of them. Smug, and apparently satisfied Billy stalks back to the house. He enters, and the door lock wiggles. There is a pause and it wiggles again.
9 It is morning and Billy is on the phone again laughing.
Oh man. You wouldn’t believe this girl, man.
There is a pause as Billy listens.
Really? Sounds like the show was great, but...o
6h yeah. No. No, she left really early, said she had to go to work. I don’t know man, I don’t think this is a call back type situation.Anyway, I’m going to the range today. See you later.
He hangs the phone up.
He heads toward the closet and pulls a gun case. Heading back to the bedroom, he pulls the gun from beneath his pillow, then grabs a pair of goggles and ear plugs from a drawer . As he heads for the door, he stops as if he has forgotten something, then turns and walks back to the drawer and withdraws the can of pepper spray.
The door shuts and from inside the apartment we hear Billy testing the locks. After a moment the handle wiggles again.
his apartment as Billy walks toward his car, yelling can be heard. Billy rounds
the corner to find a woman backed against a wall by
ñ her boyfriend. The passage to the parking lot is blocked by the scene. They shout at each other until the man pushes the woman against the wall.
(furiously gritting his teeth)
You, Shut the fuck up!
Just then the man looks up, and is taken back by Billy’s appearance. Billy is avoiding eye contact at all cost. He slings the sparring equipment over his shoulder and scoots by the couple, making a meek gesture with his hand to excuse the interruption. With that out of the way the man leans inward growling and spitting through his teeth at the woman. He waits a moment the roughly grabs the woman by the arm and starts to haul her down the hallway. Without looking up, Bill starts his car, and the radio begins blaring Gun’s N’ Roses’ cover of Hair of the Dog. The lyrics ‘Now your messing with a son of a bitch’ reverberate through the parking lot out of the open car window, and Billy speeds off.