NANCY
                                                           (from nowhere)
                                Do you like jello?

                                                                 HANK
                                                           (nods)
                                I love jello.

                                                                 NANCY
                                Me, too.  What flavor do you like?

                                                                 HANK
                                All flavors.

                                                                 NANCY
                                Have you got some?

                                                                 HANK
                                                           (sadly)
                                No.  I wish I did.

                                                                 NANCY
                                Me, too.  I like grabbing it and squishing it through
                                my fingers.

Hank is a little shocked and looks away like she's crazy.

                                                                 HANK
                                How about something to eat?

                                                                 NANCY
                                Eat?

                                                                 HANK
                                You do eat, don't you?

                                                                 NANCY
                                I used to.

Nancy's stomach growls loudly.  Her basic hunger takes over.

                                                                 NANCY
                                ...Okay.  Sure.

                                                                 HANK
                                Just wait here.

Hank dashes into the kitchen.


INT. KITCHEN

                                                                 HANK
                                Man oh man is she weird, but cute.

Nancy shrugs helplessly, then sits down on the couch.  A puff of dust comes out.  She checks out the bottle caps on the furniture and shakes her head.  She looks at his books.  Hank returns one second later with an armload of oriental products.  He opens one of the boxes and offers it.

                                                                 HANK
                                Here.  Have a Japanese bean paste cake.
                                They're good.  Really.

Nancy eyes the unidentifiable foodstuff suspiciously and laughs.  She hesitantly takes a cake.

                                                                 HANK
                                They're good for your digestion, too.

                                                                 NANCY
                                That's important.

Hank take a cake and takes a bite.  Nancy hesitantly follows suit.  It tastes odd.  They chew for a moment in silence.  Then...

                                                                 NANCY
                                                           (seriously)
                                So... Who were you really calling when you got
                                me?

                                                                 HANK
                                                           (embarrassed)
                                Uh... No one.

She gives him a look.  He looks away.

                                                                 HANK
                                I was calling one of those partylines.

                                                                 NANCY
                                Why?

                                                                 HANK
                                I was lonely.  I just wanted to talk to someone.

                                                                 NANCY
                                And you actually find people to talk to on those
                                partylines?

                                                                 HANK
                                Uh... No, not, really.

                                                                 NANCY
                                Were you ever in a mental hospital?

                                                                 HANK
                                Briefly.  How do you like the bean cake?

Nancy grimaces a little.

                                                                 NANCY
                                It tastes like something I smelled once when I
                                was little.  How long were you there?

                                                                 HANK
                                Three and a half years.  Seaweed cookie?

                                                                 NANCY
                                                           (shrugs)
                                OK.  Ya know, you've got a lot of books about people
                                that killed themselves.

                                                                 HANK
                                The Cat in the Hat killed himself?

                                                                 NANCY
                                No.  Jimi Hendrix, Janis Joplin, Ernest Hemingway, Jim
                                Morrison...

                                                                 HANK
                                Oh, them.

                                                                 NANCY
                                Have you ever thought about committing suicide?
                                                           (Hank shakes his head)
                                So why did you get put in a mental hospital?

                                                                 HANK
                                                           (shrugs)
                                Uh... I tried to kill myself.

                                                                 NANCY
                                How?

                                                                 HANK
                                I stayed in my college dorm room for a year and
                                stopped eating.

                                                                 NANCY
                                Couldn't you find a little quicker method than
                                that?

                                                                 HANK
                                I guess I could've.  I was on the 10th floor.  Not
                                leaving and not eating seemed like the right method
                                at the time, though.

                                                                 NANCY
                                So what happened?

                                                                 HANK
                                I got put into a mental hospital for three and a
                                half years.  But luckily I'm all better now.  Rice
                                Cake?

                                                                 NANCY
                                Thank you.  Do you ever go out here?
                                                           (Hank shakes his head)
                                For how long?

                                                                 HANK
                                                           (counts)
                                Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday... six months. .

                                                                 NANCY
                                                           (amazed)
                                That's crazy.

                                                                 HANK
                                Why?  Bad things happen out there.  Murders,
                                killings, homicides.  It's a jungle out there.

                                                                 NANCY
                                                           (nods)
                                I agree.  I just had all of my money stolen, I've
                                got nowhere to stay and I almost just got killed
                                by a street gang.

                                                                 HANK
                                ReaIly?

                                                                 NANCY
                                Yeah.  I am not sure that I can ever go outside
                                again.

                                                                 HANK
                                                           (brightens up)
                                If you haven't got anywhere else to go, you're
                                welcome to stay here.

Withering pause.

                                                                 NANCY
                                With you?  I don't think so.  I hardly know you.

                                                                 HANK
                                You could get to know me.  I'm not going anywhere.

                                                                 NANCY
                                Well . . . Do you like poetry?

Hank's eyes light up.

                                                                 HANK
                                I love poetry.  I write it.

                                                                 NANCY
                                                           (lights up)
                                You do?  So do I.

                                                                 HANK
                                No!  Get out!

                                                                 NANCY
                                Really!

She pulls out a small copy of the poems of Tennyson from her pocket.

                                                                 NANCY
                                Can I read one of your poems?

                                                                 HANK
                                                           (shakes his head)
                                One of my poems?  Oh, no.  They're really stupid.

                                                                 NANCY
                                Please?

Hank begins to moan like lie's in pain.

                                                                 NANCY
                                If I had one of my poems here, I'd let you read it.

                                                                 HANK
                                Would you excuse me for one second?

                                                                 NANCY
                                Sure.

Hank stands and leaves the room.


INT. BATHROOM - NIGHT

Hank enters and silently has an anxiety attack.


INT. LIVING ROOM - NIGHT

Hank returns and says calmly...

                                                                 HANK
                                No problem.

Nancy smiles.

Hank goes to the desk and picks up one of his spiral notebooks.  He looks through it and each page makes him wince.  Finally, he stops, shrugs, and hands it to her.

Nancy looks at the page of writing.  Hank's printing is truly insane.  It's legible, but very squeezed together.  There isn't a millimeter of wasted space.

                                                                 NANCY
                                You certainly use every bit of the paper.

                                                                 HANK
                                Saves trees.

                                                                 NANCY
                                Good point.  I think poetry ought to be read
                                out loud.  Do you mind?

Hank shrugs helplessly.  He's so embarrassed he could die.

Nancy stands up and walks around the room.

                                                                 NANCY
                                                           (reading well)
                                Thoughts Entombed
                                The blurry craze and countless days/
                                Spent sitting staring stoned/ While
                                vultures laze in rippling haze/ Their talons
                                finely honed/ Today's retreat into defeat/
                                Tomorrow's dusty gloom/ Snow-rapped
                                cones of collar bones/ Totalitarian tomb?

                                Where spiders crawl across the wall/ And
                                over rotting coffins/ Then make their way
                                into the clay/ Of hell-born Godless sins.

Nancy looks at Hank in wonder.  She slowly sits back down and sets the notebook on the table.

                                                                 NANCY
                                                           (impressed)
                                Wow!  That's really well-written.

                                                                 HANK
                                                           (astounded)
                                It is?

                                                                 NANCY
                                                           (nods)
                                Yeah.  You're very talented..

                                                                 HANK
                                                           (very amazed)
                                I am?

Nancy nods again.  They look right into each other's eyes…

                                                                 HANK
                                I never showed that poem to anyone before.

                                                                 NANCY
                                Thank you for showing it to me.  It's too bad it's
                                so depressing.

                                                                 HANK
                                Yeah, well, I'd like to write happier poems.  They
                                just don't occur to me when I'm all alone.

                                                                 NANCY
                                Then you should go out.

                                                                 HANK
                                Or find someone to not be alone with.  Like you,
                                for instance.

                                                                 NANCY
                                You don't know me.  If you got to know me you
                                wouldn't like me.  No one does.

                                                                 HANK
                                But I'm different.

                                                                 NANCY
                                                           (grins)
                                You can say that again.

                                                                 HANK
                                                           (thinks hard)
                                I'd never treat you bad/ I'll always make you
                                glad/ And if you're ever sad/ I'd never act like
                                my dad.

Hank and Nancy look into each other's eyes.

                                                                 NANCY
                                Ya know... I f you really don' t mind, maybe I
                                will stay here for a couple of days.

                                                                 HANK
                                                           (amazed)
                                Really?  You'll stay here?

                                                                 NANCY
                                On the couch.

                                                                 HANK
                                You can have the bed.

                                                                 NANCY
                                No, no.  The couch'1l be fine.

                                                                 HANK
                                This is so incredible!  This is the greatest thing
                                that's ever happened!

                                                                 NANCY
                                Maybe we could go to Venice.

                                                                 HANK
                                But that's in another country.

                                                                 NANCY
                                No.  There's a Venice in California.  Near Sama
                                Nomica.

                                                                 HANK
                                Right.  Where the ruins are.  Or, we could go to...

One side of Hank's face starts to twitch and his eyes roll into the back of his head.  Hank is having great difficulty breathing.  He reaches up to his throat, pulling at something.

Nancy grows very alarmed.

                                                                 NANCY
                                Hank?  What's wrong?  What can I do?

Hank, meanwhile, is in a stranglehold by the Masked Doctor in a white coat with rubber gloves.  The doctor is trying to inject Hank in the temple with the huge hypodermic syringe.

Hank can see Nancy, but she's at least a hundred yards away, on the other side of a football field.  There's no way she could get to him in time because he's got no air and is starting to turn blue.

Nancy meanwhile is right in front of Hank watching as he strangles himself.  She looks around not knowing what to do.

Finally she hauls off and slaps him across the face.

                                                                 NANCY
                                                           (concerned)
                                Hank. . . Hank?

Hank suddenly strikes out and punches Nancy as hard as he can in the eye.

Nancy goes sailing backward onto the couch and is out like a light.

Hank sits up and rubs his eyes.  He sees that it is in fact Nancy that he just hit and he grabs his head in pain.

                                                                 HANK
                                What've I done?

Nancy is breathing deeply, a tiny trickle of blood runs out of one of her nostrils into the cushion.

Hank sits down next to her on the couch.  She begins twisting around with her eyes still closed.

                                                                 NANCY
                                                           (mumbling)
                                ...No...

Nancy flails wildly and brings her elbow down hard into Hank's stomach.  Hank dabs away the blood from her nose with his sleeve.

                                                                 HANK
                                                           (panicked)
                                What have I done?

Nancy's eyes are closed and her head starts to go back and forth violently.  Comet, the leader of the orphans, moves his face right up to Nancy's.  He's incredibly ugly.

Nancy's hand plunges into her jacket pocket and pulls out the pistol.  She thrusts it out in front of her...

Comet's mouth forms a word, but Hank's voice comes out.

                                                                 HANK
                                                           (frightened)
                                No!

Hank dives out of the way as Nancy fires the pistol.  She shoots a hole in the window.  The glass shatters.  Nancy's eyes snap open.  She's sitting on Hank's couch.

                                                                 NANCY
                                                           (confused)
                                Wha...?

Nancy looks down and sees the smoking pistol in her hand.  She sees the shattered window and the blue smoke hanging in the air.  She looks around in confusion.

                                                                 NANCY
                                Where am I?

Hank sits up from the floor with a petrified look on his face and his hands over his head.

                                                                 HANK
                                Don't shoot.

Nancy hears his voice and automatically swings the gun around on him.

Hank dives back to the floor.

Nancy recognizes Hank, then quickly lowers the gun.  She squints her bruised right eye and touches it tenderly.

                                                                 NANCY
                                What happened?

Hank takes a deep relieved breath and shakes his head.

                                                                 HANK
                                I'm not sure.

Nancy puts the pistol back in her pocket.  She is pale and shaking.  She stands up with a look of sad resolve on her face.

                                                                 NANCY
                                I gotta go.

Hank's face drops.

                                                                 HANK
                                But you said you'd stay.

INT. HANK'S FOYER - NIGHT

Nancy steps up to the door and starts to unlock the many locks.  Shhiiikk!  A chain lock slides over.

                                                                 NANCY
                                I almost just killed you.

                                                                 HANK
                                That's okay.  I don't mind.

Nancy unlocks the last lock.

                                                                 NANCY
                                I mind!

                                                                 HANK
                                                           (forlorn)
                                If you leave I'll never see you again.

                                                                 NANCY
                                You don't want to get mixed up with me.

                                                                 HANK
                                                           (plaintively)
                                Yes I do.

                                                                 NANCY
                                                           (firmly)
                                Then I don't want to get mixed up with you,
                                okay?  I've got enough troubles without all of
                                yours too!

                                                                 HANK
                                What troubles?  I haven't got any troubles.  I'm
                                the happiest guy in the world.

                                                                 NANCY
                                                           (stern)
                                And you wont even face the truth.  That's your
                                worst trouble.

Nancy puts her hand on the door knob and turns it.  The door starts to open.

Hank suddenly steps right up to Nancy, takes her by the shoulders and kisses her for all he's worth.  As they kiss Nanny's hands start to come around Hank's back, but stop.

Nancy abruptly pushes him away and opens the door.

                                                                 HANK
                                                           (breathlessly)
                                Don't go.

She has a frightened expression on her pale face and shakes her head vehemently.

                                                                 NANCY
                                                           (emphatically)
                                No!

She quickly steps into the hall and shuts the door behind her.  Hank faces the door.


                                                                 HANK
                                Wait!  Nancy!  Don't go!

Hank takes a deep gasping breath and looks at his doorway like it has a force field in it.  He puts his hand on the door knob and gets a loud, painful electrical shock.

                                                                 HANK
                                Oww!!

He jerks his hand away from the door.  His eyes close and his heart starts to pound.  Lights flash in front of his eyes.


INT. 2ND FLOOR HALLWAY - NIGHT

Nancy stands at the end of the hallway looking at Hank's closed door.  She waits for a moment to see if he'll come after her, but the door never opens.

She glances down at the matchbook with Hank's address written on it.

                                                                 NANCY
                                                           (quietly)
                                I could've been wrong.

Sadly she tears up the matchbook and drops the pieces on the floor.

She slings her pack onto her back, turns the corner heading down the stairs and goes out of sight.


INT. HANK'S FOYER - NIGHT

Hank closes his eyes tightly, drops against the doorframe and slides to the floor.  His body begins to liquefy into mush.  He melts into a pile of goo which leaks through the seams in his flaccid clothes.  He ends up an oozing puddle on the floor, his head descending into the center of the mess at an awkward angle.

In a little uncertain voice he utters...

                                                                 HANK
                                Nancy...

EXT. HOPE STREET - NIGHT

Nancy walks quickly up the semi-deserted city street, away from Hank's building.  Tears roll out of her eyes and down her cheeks.  She wipes away the tears with the back of her hand.

                                                                 NANCY
                                                           (to herself)
                                I've set a new world record.  This relationship
                                lasted less than an hour.

Nancy walks away not looking where she's going.

                                                                 NANCY
                                                           (to herself)
                                I'm cursed.  I'm Typhoid Mary.


INT. HANK'S FOYER/LIVING ROOM - NIGHT

Hank is back to his solid form and comes crawling up the hallway into the living room.  His hair is all messed up and he's covered with sweat.  He looks like he just swam the English Channel.

                                                                 HANK
                                                           (moaning)
                                There's nothing left for me.  I'm a worthless
                                little speck of dirt.  Less than that.  I'm a microbe
                                of schmootz.  I don't deserve the air I breathe.

From the cover of the old red hardcover book on the bookshelf, Edgar Allan Poe speaks to Hank.

                                                                 POE
                                Only this and nothing more...

Hank crawls past the couch.

                                                                 HANK
                                I'll spend the rest of eternity locked in this
                                room by myself.  I'm God's lonely man.

Hank bumps the coffee table and the telephone receiver falls to the floor.  The Operator's voice is heard.


                                                                 OPERATOR (O.S.)
                                Hang up and get a life... Hang up and get a life...
                                Hang up and get a life...

                                                                 HANK
                                I've got a life.  This is it.

                                                                 POE
                                Only this and nothing more...

                                                                 HANK
                                There's nothing I can do.  I can't leave.  I'm cosmically
                                screwed.

The sexy voice of the Beautiful Woman is heard.

                                                                 BEAUTIFUL GIRL (O.S.)
                                You don't want to leave.  You've got me.  I'm your
                                lover.

Hank looks up in confusion.  He glances out the window and sees the Beautiful Girl in the lingerie ad on the billboard talking to him.

                                                                 HANK
                                But you're not real, not like Nancy.

                                                                 BEAUTIFUL GIRL
                                Forget Nancy.  She's gone.  I'm here and so are
                                you.  Let's have a good time.

Hank stands up beside the window.

                                                                 HANK
                                Yeah, I guess we could.  That'd be okay.

The Masked Doctor steps into the room from the hallway.

                                                                 MASKED DOCTOR
                                You're seriously ill.  Lie down.  Go to bed.  Drink lots
                                of fluids.

                                                                 HANK
                                I'm seriously ill.  I've got to lie down.

Hank feels his forehead and staggers back from the window.  He bumps into the Three Black Rappers who proceed to push him around while they rap.

                                                                 RAPPERS
                                                           (rappin')
                                Your neuro-circuits are on overload/ Radiation's
                                burnin' holes in your frontal lobe/Your brain case
                                is about to explode/You're having... A nervous
                                meltdown.

Hank falls on his face on the floor.  Directly in front of him is Time Magazine.  On the cover is Mikhail Gorbachev.

                                                                 HANK
                                I may have no life, but at least I live in America
                                and I'm free.

Gorbachev seems skeptical.

                                                                 GORBACHEV
                                Comrade, prisoners in Siberia have more freedom
                                than you.  At least they get censored mail.

Hank grabs his head and begins to howl in agony.

                                                                 HANK
                                AAAHHHHHHH!!!!!!

He howls from the center of his confused anguished soul.

The lights in the room begin to buzz and throb up and down.

Hank stomps across the room and kicks a pile of magazines that go flying in all directions.

Hank lunges at the wall and begins ripping down the long strips of tin foil.  He crunches them up into giant balls and throws them.  One foil ball goes out the window.

EXT. HANK'S BUILDING - NIGHT

A foil ball goes sailing out the window with the lights throbbing up and down.  It bounces off the roof of a passing car.


EXT. DOWNTOWN LOS ANGELES - NIGHT

Within the landscape of buildings that compose downtown L.A., one little light flickers.


INT. HANK'S LIVING ROOM - NIGHT

Hank is totally out of control.  He is wailing and snorting, his nose is running and it looks like he's saying something, but Lord knows what?

Everything is talking at once.

                                                                 BEAUTIFUL GIRL
                                You're the only one, Hank.  The only one.

                                                                 OPERATOR (O.S.)
                                Hang up and get a life... Hang up and get a life...

                                                                 POE
                                Quoth the raven, "Nevermore..."

                                                                 MASKED DOCTOR
                                Kick back.  Relax.  Doctor's orders, Hank.

                                                                 GORBACHEV
                                Glasnost, comrades.  Glasnost.

Hank drops to his knees and shakes his head violently to rid himself of the confusion.  He shuts his eyes tightly and pounds on his temples with his palms.

Hank opens his eyes and sitting on the floor right in front of him is Nancy's rhododendron in the Crock Pot.  It droops to one side.

Outside there is the sound of a car screeching to a halt and horns honking.


EXT. HANK'S APARTMENT WINDOW - NIGHT

Hank looks up, then quickly runs to the window and sticks his head out.


EXT. INTERSECTION - NIGHT

Hank sees several cars stopped at odd angles as a lone figure wanders blindly across the street.


EXT. HANK'S APARTMENT WINDOW - NIGHT

Hank looks closer and sees that it is Nancy.  He hollers to her as loud as he can.

                                                                 HANK
                                NANCY!!!

But she can't hear him.  She stumbles out of sight.

Hank pulls his head back inside.


INT. HANK'S LIVING ROOM - NIGHT

The lights have stopped throbbing and all is quiet.  A look of firm resolve afixes itself on Hank's face.  He straightens up and shakes his head.

                                                                 HANK
                                Am I crazy?  The best thing that ever walked
                                into my life just walked out.  I've gotta go get
                                her back.


INT. HANK'S KITCHEN - NIGHT

Hank opens a drawer that is loaded with big rolls of heavy duty tin foil.  He tears off a long strip of foil.  Then another, then another. . .

He takes a long strip of foil and shoves it up the front of his shirt.

He takes another piece of foil and wraps it around his leg.

Hank tears a long strip of strapping tape off the roll.

He winds the tape around the foil that covers his leg.


INT. HANK'S FOYER - NIGHT

Hank's feet step up to the front door and his shoes are covered in tin foil.  As our view moves up we can see that Hank is entirely wrapped in tin foil!  Every part of him.

Hank's hand reaches down and takes hold of the baseball bat in the corner.  He puts the bat on his shoulder.

He unlocks the deadbolts--slam!--the sound is deafening.

He slides the chain locks over.  Sssshhhhhkk!

He turns the doorknob.  The lock at the center of the knob pops out--click!
Opening the door reveals the long dark hallway.


INT. 2ND FLOOR HALLWAY - NIGHT

Hank takes one a hesitant step into the doorway.  His eyes dart all around.  He slowly steps out into the hall.

Quiet...

Suddenly a blinding white light illuminates him.  He squints and sees...

FOUR DOCTORS wearing surgical masks charge up the hall toward him rolling lights and a large X-ray machine.  One doctor holds out a buzzing bone saw, another doctor holds a giant syringe.  The anesthesiologist pushes gas tanks and thrusts forward a hissing mask.

They are all yelling orders and talking at once (under their masks).  "Put him under!"  "Amputate immediately!"  "Hand me the saw."  "More gas!"

Hank takes the bat in both hands and straightens up.

                                                                 HANK
                                                           (yells)
                                All right you quacks, let's do it!

The Doctors keep coming at full speed.

Hank wades into the doctors swinging his bat like Kirk Gibson!

A doctor goes sailing into the wall with a crash.  His giant hypo sticks into the ceiling with a twang!

The bat connects with the X-ray machine and it shatters into a million pieces.

Hank jabs the bat like a poker, hits the anesthesiologist in the hand and knocks the hissing gas mask back onto his own face.  The doctor collapses to the floor.

Hank and the doctor with the buzzing bone saw square off.  Hank lunges with the bat and the doctor saws a slice out of the bat with one clean swipe.  The doctor advances on Hank with the whirling blade.

Hank retreats several steps, then suddenly throws the bat at the doctor's head.  The doctor is knocked cold and his buzz saw falls on his own chest.

Hank picks up the bat and looks down at the bodies and wreckage.  He expertly spins the bat around several times, then smacks it into his palm.

                                                                 HANK
                                Outstanding!

He turns and heads down the stairs.


INT. HANK'S BUILDING LOBBY - NIGHT

Hank walks through the building's lobby in his tin foil suit with the bat on his shoulder.  He passes the mailboxes and sees all the letters poking out of his.

                                                                 HANK
                                Huh.  People have been writing to me.

A first floor apartment door opens and out steps Mr. Jackson, the old black man.  He sees Hank and he freezes with his eyes open wide.

                                                                 MR. JACKSON
                                                           (afraid)
                                Who're you?

Hank smiles.

                                                                 HANK
                                Hi.  I'm Hank Stone, I live in the building.  206.
                                We're neighbors.

Mr. Jackson blanches.

                                                                 MR. JACKSON
                                                           (realizing)
                                You the boy from upstairs that never goes out?
                                                           (Hank shrugs)
                                And you finally goin' out?
                                                           (Hank nods)
                                Uh-oh!

Mr. Jackson makes a hasty retreat back into his apartment, slams the door and locks it.  Hank shakes his head.

                                                                 HANK
                                He must be crazy.

Hank continues toward the front door.

Hank steps up to the door and looks out at the street.

It's pretty late.  There's a few cars, but no pedestrians.

                                                                 HANK
                                                           (shrugs)
                                It doesn't look so bad.

He opens the door and steps outside.


EXT. HOPE STREET - NIGHT

Hank gets outside and everything is quiet.  Ominously quiet.

An eerie hollow wind blows a scrap of newspaper up the street.

Hank steps out into the center of the street and looks around.  Not a car or a living soul in sight.

Hank's eyes narrow as he hears a low, rumbling cracking sound.  Everything starts to shake.

Suddenly a crack tears right up the middle of the street coming directly at Hank!

He is frozen with fear, his eyes wide and bugging out.

The crack shoots right between Hank's feet, then continues down the street until it disappears.

Hank looks down at the crack and watches it widen.  Steam billows out, followed by broiling red hot light.

Hank's feet are moving further and further apart.  Steam rises past his face.  He can hardly breathe.

Hank finally summons all of his strength and courage and flings himself off the crack.

He falls back against a parked car.

Hank watches as the crack grows wider still and flames begin roaring out.

Hank shuts his eyes tight and says to himself in a re-assuring tone.

                                                                 HANK
                                This isn't happening.  I know this isn't happening.

Hank opens his eyes just as a parked car slides sideways into the fiery crevice and disappears.

Hank gets pissed.

                                                                 HANK
                                I said this isn't happening!

He takes the baseball bat in both hands and swings it back hard into his own head.  He shuts his eyes and grimaces in terrible pain.  As the pain subsides he begins to breathe deeply.  Finally he opens his eyes.

There's no crack in the street and the parked car sits peacefully at the curb.  Another car drives past.

Hank nods and rubs his head.  He starts walking up the street.

                                                                 HANK
                                I'll find ya, Nancy.  I just hope my skull holds
                                out.

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