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Role Model

Role Model

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Published by Erik Palmer
A spec screenplay. WGA registered.

A boy groomed to be just like his old man - a killer of the most disgusting people in society, including child molesters.

Now this boy is an adult. He's a great father and a great killer like his old man. He wants out.

On the other hand, there is a pretty boy, accepted by all that come into his grips, including his daughter. Did I say he molests children?

Wanting a way out, to be the best dad that he can be, will his man, groomed to be a "beast killer" look beyond his past full of hatred and disgust, to deal with his failing marriage?

A "beast killer" torn between changing history and the future.

A spec screenplay. WGA registered.

A boy groomed to be just like his old man - a killer of the most disgusting people in society, including child molesters.

Now this boy is an adult. He's a great father and a great killer like his old man. He wants out.

On the other hand, there is a pretty boy, accepted by all that come into his grips, including his daughter. Did I say he molests children?

Wanting a way out, to be the best dad that he can be, will his man, groomed to be a "beast killer" look beyond his past full of hatred and disgust, to deal with his failing marriage?

A "beast killer" torn between changing history and the future.

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Published by: Erik Palmer on Aug 31, 2009
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FADE IN:EXT. HOUSE -- BACKYARD -- EARLY MORNINGAn old SWING SET made of rust covered bars. Chain links holdsa rubber seat made out of an old tire.INT. HOUSE/LIVING ROOM -- WINDOW -- DAYA WINDOW. It’s covered by a deteriorating set of BLINDS.A beam of SUNLIGHT peaks through the cracks of the blinds,lightening up the room just enough to see,JENKS (12). He stands, looking out through the blinds,shielding his eyes. He’s average looking. A littleoverweight. His shoulders are drooped over.MAN’S VOICE (O.S.)You gotta see this son.The blinds SHUT as he leaves the window.INT. HOUSE/LIVING ROOM -- DAYFRANCIS, sixty two, sits in an old, worn out chair. ACIGARETTE dangles on his lips. His BOOTS are set by a nightstand with three beer bottles on top.Jenks comes over and sits on a wooden CHAIR. He scoots itover, close to his dad, not getting in the way of the TV.A CLOUD OF SMOKE blows across his face. He squints his eyes,casually dodging the smoke the best way he can.FRANCISGary Cooper. He’s one of use. Ilove him in these westerns. Cool,quiet.
 
Jenks watches his dad raise a GUN, barrel open, in front ofhis face, avoiding his lit cigarette. He examines itcarefully.FRANCIS (CONT’D)I told it to you before, son.Don’t let anybody, and I meannobody, from outside that room,know you’ve been there. It getsdone, it’s clean.Francis takes a long draw off his cigarette, not taking hiseyes away from his gun.Jenks watches the ASHES fall... eventually landing on hisfather’s right cowboy boot.FRANCIS (O.S.) (CONT'D)You listening son?Jenks looks up, directly into his father’s eyes - He madethat mistake once before. A cigarette burn, on the top ofhis right hand, is a constant reminder of this.Francis reaches over to his side and grabs a bottle from thenight stand.FRANCIS (CONT'D)You gonna do good work, I know it.Just like your old man.With the BOTTLE upright, almost pointing straight to theceiling, the remaining liquid slides into Francis’s mouth.FRANCIS (O.S.) (CONT'D)We better get’chagoing, I guess.School start’nsoon and all.Jenks turns to watch the TV. Francis gets up and leaves.2.
 
FRANCIS (O.S.) (CONT'D)Your mother. She’d take care ofthis shit. Even these lunches ofyours.Jenks goes back and forth between the TV and his dad in theother room. He doesn’t move as he watches a brown BAG landnext to him.INT. JENK’S HOUSE/LIVING ROOM -- DAYJenks, now as an adult, 31, dressed in blue coveralls, hidinghis muscular frame, stands in front of a similar lookingwindow. This one is covered in WHITE SHADES.After a long beat, Jenks reaches out with his cigarette burnthand, pushing the shades open. SUN blankets the room.INT. JENK’S HOUSE/DINING ROOMA TABLE, set for two. A plate of toast, a glass of milk, anda jar with sugar and cinnamon sits.Jenks wipes a small amount of debris off the table, before...Walking down a short hallway into the...THE FOYERA few feet from the front door is a long STAIRCASE.Jenks stops at the staircase and looks up.JENKSSusan! Come on honey. Yourbreakfast is ready.(Oops!)Oh, hey! Don’t forget mercury andPluto. They should be right byyour bed.3.

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