DANNY Here. DORIS Thank you, honey. She coughs, recovers, and sips. Danny walks away. DORIS Hey. Come here. Sit with me. DANNY I've got this thing to do. DORIS You can sit down for two seconds. He looks at her and sits beside her. DANNY Don't breathe on me. DORIS I won't. They share a smile. DANNY It's cold in here, no wonder your sick. She stares and smiles at him for a few moments. DANNY What? DORIS What? I'm not allowed to look at you anymore? He smothers her face with his hand, jokingly. DANNY No. You're not. DORIS (laughing) Daniel Patrick! Stop it! Are you ever gonna let that beautiful hair grow back? DANNY Nope. Never. DORIS I bet you will. He smiles and locks eyes with his mother for several moments. He finally rises and walks back to his room. DANNY Get some sleep. DORIS If you need me to proof anything for you I will. DANNY I'll be all right. DORIS Wake up early if you get tired. Doris watches him disappear down the hall, distant thoughts creeping back slowly. INT. BEDROOM CLOSET - DANNY He grabs a flannel and throws it on. He sees a cigar box that rests on the right shelf. He grabs it and looks inside. The rolled-up LA TIMES clipping reads "Prominent Skinhead Charged with Murder." The accompanying picture of Derek is near evil. TIGHT ON HIS EYES. Danny stares at the clipping. ON THE TRACK--GUNSHOTS. MATCH CUT TO: INT. BEDROOM WINDOW - THE EYES - FLASHBACK He watches Derek fire his gun at the TRANS AM as it blazes down the street. He walks over to the wounded man on the lawn and points his weapon. STACEY (O.S.) Get on the floor, Danny! Jesus! Danny looks down at her and hurries out of his room. EXT. HOUSE - TIGHT ON DEREK He hovers over big Lawrence. Gun pointed steadily, he kicks him in the stomach over and over -- tongue pressed against teeth. Hot air flows from Derek's breath and into the cold. DEREK You fucked with the wrong bull. LAWRENCE Goddamn, man! Danny watches his brother from the front porch. DANNY Let the cops handle it, Der! DEREK Fuck that. The cops will let him walk. Derek grabs Lawrence and drags him to the CURB. DEREK Ever shoot at firemen, you fuck? (then) Open your mouth and put it on the corner of the curb. I'm gonna teach you a little lesson. DANNY Derek!? DEREK Get in the fucking house, Dan! Danny doesn't move. LAWRENCE Come on, man. Call an ambulance. DEREK My dad gave me that truck, motherfucker. Couldn't leave well enough alone. Put your mouth on the corner of the fucking curb! Derek cocks his piece and Lawrence complies--his teeth now scraping concrete. SIRENS sound from afar. Danny walks out into the middle of the street to check it out. DANNY The cops are comin' Der' Lawrence mumbles something unintelligible from his outstretched mouth. DEREK What the fuck did you say? You just threaten me? Hunh? Hunh? Hunh? DANNY (anticipating) No! Derek STOMPS his foot on the back of LAWRENCE'S head - completely tearing his jaw in half on the curb's corner. DANNY (crying) Holy fucking shit! Derek! What the hell was that for?! Jesus! The two lock eyes. Derek does not flinch. Helicopter lights shine on the house. COP CARS SCREECH TO A HALT. DANNY'S POV. Two cops take cover behind their door, draw their guns, and shout instructions. Derek puts the gun down, puts his arms behind his head, and drops to his knees. His eyes are remorseless. DANNY (V/O) Joseph Conrad once wrote that "murder is always with us. It's almost an institution." That couldn't rang more true than with me. CUT TO: EXT. WET STREET - THE CRIME SCENE - LATER FIVE PATROL CARS, a FIRE TRUCK, TWO AMBULANCES, and a throng of terrified NEIGHBORS strangle the front of the house. Clothed and handcuffed, Derek is escorted from the house by two uniformed cops and RASMUSSEN. DANNY (V/O) Bobby Lawrence died of massive head trauma early that morning. Derek marches past the bodies -- which are being tended to thoroughly. DANNY (V/O) Six months after that...Derek was convicted and sentenced to seven years for voluntary manslaughter...to be served at the California State Penitentiary in Chino. Rasmussen forces Derek's head down and he gets in the car. He stares at his brother and sister as police lights flash on him. Then to Stacey. Finally, to a lifeless Doris. They lock eyes as the patrol car takes off down the street. DANNY (V/O) Prosecutors wanted murder one for my brother's torture method...but there wasn't enough "premeditated" evidence. CUT TO: OMIT INT. BEDROOM - DANNY'S EYES They clearly focus on the computer. HIGHLIGHTED is the sentence "There might have been if I testified." Only when he hits the DELETE KEY does it disappear. He continues typing. DANNY (V/O) (continuing) Over the next year we'd lose our house and the rest of our father's pension to attorney fees. My mother...much to all of our surprise...stood by Derek. Danny's interrupted by a LOUD KNOCK on the front door. INT. FRONT HALL - DANNY'S POV He looks through the PEEPHOLE and sees it's CHRIS AND JASON. He sighs in relief and opens the door. JASON We're here, dude. CHRIS Drop your dick and grab your stick. DANNY I told you I can't tonight. DORIS (O.S.) (from the couch) Danny? DANNY It's okay, Mom. The two punks laugh as Danny pushes them and their boards back to his bedroom. He shuts his bedroom door. INT. BEDROOM - THE THREESOME Danny looks at the two. DANNY If I don't finish this thing I'm dead. CHRIS Just tell 'em you'll do it tomorrow. You can't miss the party. JASON Fire pie Lizzy called and told us to grab your ass. DANNY She did? CHRIS (nodding) You gotta hit that shit. It's the only fun thing that's legal anymore. The PHONE RINGS and Danny grabs it. DANNY Hello? INT. DARK OFFICE - TIGHT ON SWEENEY The only illumination shines through the window from the street. Holding his briefcase, he stands over his desk phone, all packed up and almost out the door. SWEENEY Dan? DANNY (O.S.) Yeah? SWEENEY Dr. Sweeney. INTERCUT THE CONVERSATION DANNY (worried) What's going on?