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AXEL
Ready?
BOBBY
Yeah, come on.
AXEL
ONE, TWO.
Axel pulls the trigger, popping Bobby across the chest with a
splat of paint.
BOBBY
Aghhh... damn!
AXEL
Shit, you alright?
BOBBY
Alright, again.
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JOHN BAILEY, 44, takes leisurely sips from his morning cup of
coffee, spiked with his usual Tennessee Whiskey blend. He
casually puffs on a cigarette, exhaling wisps of smoke into
the air.
2.
GLORIA
(sipping coffee)
The truck needs a new battery.
JOHN
(nodding)
Right.
GLORIA
Well?
JOHN
I’ll take care of it.
GLORIA
(skeptical)
Mhm. You sure about that?
JOHN
(assuredly)
Sure am.
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BOBBY
(egging him on)
Come on! Bring it!
BOBBY (CONT'D)
Come on, you coward!
BOBBY (CONT'D)
(mocking)
Is that all you've got? Try harder!
AXEL
I'm not hitting you again.
BOBBY
Why? Because your mom's a stripper
and your sister's a whore!?
AXEL
Don't you talk about them like
that!
BOBBY
You think I could rent your sister
for a pack of smokes?
BOBBY (CONT'D)
How about a whole carton?
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JOHN
Shit.
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AXEL
You bastard! You don't talk about
them like that!
JOHN
What the hell are you doing?
AXEL
I told him not to say those things.
I told him!
JOHN
Get home now, Axel. I'll speak to
your parents shortly. Go on.
Axel heads back toward his home, where his father, Cole,
awaits.
COLE
Good boy, Axe.
(to John)
You've got yourself a tough kid
there, John.
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Gloria tenderly washes the blood off Bobby's face with a warm
towel, while Matt and John look on.
JOHN
(sipping his coffee)
What's going on with you, huh?
JOHN (CONT'D)
Hey?
GLORIA
Answer your father, baby.
BOBBY
No.
JOHN
What did you say?
5.
GLORIA
(noticing)
John!?
JOHN
(awkwardly)
I've got to get to work.
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John strides towards his pickup truck, his steps heavy with
unresolved tension. He reaches the driver's side door and
climbs in, the worn seat creaking slightly under his weight.
He shuts the door with a solid thud.
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JOHN
Damn, c’mon!
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6.
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John finally arrives at work, two hours late. His boss, SAL,
in his forties, confronts him immediately.
SAL
Two hours late, John?
JOHN
My truck broke down. I had to—
SAL
You drunk?
SAL (CONT'D)
No more excuses, John. You're
fired.
JOHN
Come on, Sal.
SAL
No. Get your stuff and get the hell
out of my shop. I'm done with you.
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7.
BOBBY
(enters)
What's going on?
GLORIA
Your brother is sick.
BOBBY
Where's dad?
GLORIA
How come you’re home so late?
BOBBY
Where is he, mom?
GLORIA
Bobby...
BOBBY
(disgusted)
Christ.
JOHN
It's not as bad as it looks. I'll
be alright.
BOBBY
You'll be alright? What about your
son?
JOHN
...It's just a fever. It'll pass.
GLORIA
Where are you going?
8.
BOBBY
I'm getting him some medicine.
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MADDY
(from inside)
What do you want?
BOBBY
Is Axe around?
MADDY
I heard he gave you quite a
whooping earlier.
BOBBY
Is he around?
MADDY
He ain’t gonna talk to you. You
ain’t his friend.
BOBBY
Could I borrow five dollars?
MADDY
Excuse me?
BOBBY
Please, my brother's sick.
MADDY
Here, here's a dime.
BOBBY
Goddamn good-for-nothing stripper!
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COLE
Where are you off to?
BOBBY
Dale’s.
COLE
For what?
BOBBY
My brother's sick.
COLE
You planning on paying for that
medicine? Or do you have something
else in mind?
COLE (CONT'D)
Climb on in. We'll stop by the
store together.
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Cole drives Bobby, his bike secured in the back of the truck
bed. Bobby holds a box of medicine tightly.
COLE
You were planning on robbing that
place, weren't you?
BOBBY
...Thanks.
10.
COLE
Hell, don't mention it. But there's
something I'd like to show you, if
that's alright with you.
BOBBY
What?
COLE
You can take a beating pretty good.
Question is though, can you fight
back?
BOBBY
Of course I can!
COLE
Good.
BOBBY
Where we going?
COLE
Let's just say you'll have plenty
of money to buy more medicine after
tonight.
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BOBBY (V.O.)
Is that right?
COLE (V.O.)
That’s right.
BOBBY (V.O.)
What do I do?
MOMENTS LATER
MARTIN
Where did you find this one?
11.
COLE
Don’t worry about that. He can
fight thought, can’t he?
MARTIN
He sure can.
COLE (V.O.)
This is what you do: Take some
shots. Go down. And when the time
comes --
COLE (V.O.)
-- You strike back.
Bobby hops up onto his feet, catching the Fighter off guard.
He lands several key blows to the Fighter’s face and head.
The fighter goes down.
COLE
He who is born in fire shall strike
the mightier blow.
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BOBBY
Where is everyone?
JOHN
Your mom hitched a ride to take
your brother to the ER. Where have
you been?
12.
BOBBY
I got us a new battery.
JOHN
Where the hell have you been, boy?
JOHN (CONT'D)
(getting up)
What the hell happened to you?
BOBBY
Nothing.
JOHN
Is that where the money came from
for the car battery?
BOBBY
....
JOHN
You were down there, weren’t you?
BOBBY
...We needed the money.
JOHN
You're not supposed to be worrying
about money. You're 15 years old.
You should be out meeting girls and
reading books, not messing around
with those animals.
BOBBY
We needed a new battery and Matt
needed the medicine.
JOHN
You like fighting?
JOHN (CONT'D)
Go on and hit me then.
BOBBY
Come on...
JOHN
No, I want you to hit me. You like
fighting so much, then hit me.
13.
BOBBY
Get out of my face.
JOHN
You angry? Good. Hit me. Hit me,
you dumb son of a bitch.
BOBBY
I ain’t gonna hit you.
JOHN
Why? My face isn’t good enough for
your bloody knuckles?
JOHN (CONT'D)
What, I’m not good enough?
John lunges toward Bobby, who steps aside, causing his father
to fall flat on his face.
BOBBY
I ain’t gonna hit you because
you’re my dad, and I love you.
JOHN
You love me so much, then hit me!
There's a beat.
BOBBY
I’ll stop fighting when you stop
drinking.
JOHN
Jesus, son.
BOBBY
I gotta clean up.
Bobby walks past his father and enters the bathroom. John
remains flat on his back, beginning to sob.
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BOBBY
Fever is going down. That’s good.
MATTHEW
Does it hurt?
BOBBY
Don’t you worry about that. You
just focus on feeling better,
alright?
MATTHEW
Alright.
BOBBY
I love you, Matt.
MATTHEW
Love you, too.
BOBBY
Go to sleep.
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Cole holds his hand over his face, his expression filled with
concern beyond words.
COLE
That's enough, Martin. He's lost.
MARTIN
(over the crowd noise)
You hear that?
MARTIN (CONT'D)
They want blood.
COLE
They've gotten it.
MARTIN
It ends when I say it ends.
Alright?
COLE
(backing off)
...Alright.
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16.
John grabs the bottle from the car seat and tosses it inside
the garbage can. He then enters his truck and powers it on.
Gloria and Matthew notice this.
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Bobby staggers to his feet, his left eye swollen shut and his
face covered in blood. The Fighter turns back around,
noticing Bobby's slanted posture.
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The Fighter slaps his arms down and grabs a handful of hair,
propping Bobby back onto his knees. With firm resolve, the
Fighter closes his fist and raises his arm for one last
deadly blow.
Just as he's about to strike, John rushes into the fight and
pulls the Fighter away. The crowd shouts with disapproval and
rage.
JOHN
He's my son! He's my son!
MARTIN
This is your boy?
17.
JOHN
Yes sir, he is.
MARTIN
Well, he's got a fight to finish.
JOHN
No, no, he ain't fighting no more.
MARTIN
If he can't finish the fight, then
he's gotta cough up five hundred
dollars. You got five hundred
dollars?
JOHN
No sir, I don’t.
MARTIN
What about you, Cole, you got five
hundred dollars?
COLE
No, Martin, I don't.
MARTIN
Well, the fight goes on.
JOHN
I'll fight! I'll finish the fight!
MARTIN
You? Well, mister, as you can see,
this young man's at a significant
disadvantage.
JOHN
I wasn't talking about him.
There's a beat.
MARTIN
You’re on.
The crowd cheers. John rests his son down on his back.
MOMENTS LATER
John holds up his fist, looking down at Martin who has now
lost his state of coherence. He holds there, waiting. John
lowers his arm.
The crowd around erupts, tossing beer cans, trash, and shoes.
They wanted blood, and John failed to deliver. John
approaches his son and helps him to his feet.
JOHN
(to the crowd)
His debt's paid! This able-bodied
saint ain’t fighting no more!
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JOHN
Start her up.
JOHN (CONT'D)
Mm, gotta love the sound of a
healthy interior.
Bobby exits the truck and approaches his father. Both he and
John wear bruises and have swollen faces.
JOHN (CONT'D)
Atta boy, Bobby.
19.
GLORIA
She ready?
JOHN
She sure is, ma’am.
GLORIA
Mm, that’s what I like to hear.
JOHN
Pretty, isn't she?
GLORIA
She sure is.
JOHN
I was talking about you.
MATTHEW
Come on, mom, I’m gonna be late.
Matthew hops in the passenger seat. Bobby helps him with his
seatbelt.
GLORIA
I gotta go. This one’s running late
for school.
JOHN
Well, you be sure to hurry on back,
you hear?
BOBBY
You listen to those teachers,
alright? Make sure you walk out of
there smatter than me.
MATTHEW
Alright.
BOBBY
See you later, ma.
GLORIA
Bobby, help with those dishes, will
you?
20.
BOBBY
Sure thing.
GLORIA
Alright, hun. See you all in a bit.
Gloria pulls the truck forward and drives off. John and Bobby
watch them go.
JOHN
You know I love you, son. Always
and forever. You know that, don’t
you?
BOBBY
Yeah, dad, I know.
JOHN
What do you say to some house work
to help your mama out?
BOBBY
Sounds good, pop.
JOHN
Good. C’mon then.
THE END.