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.