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Ricky's lip is bleeding, but he maintains a steady gaze at his father during this violence.
COLONEL
(unnerved)
How!? How?! C'mon, get up! Fight
back, you little pussy!
RICKY
No, sir. I won't fight you.
The Colonel grabs him by the collar.
COLONEL
How did you get in there?
RICKY
I picked the lock, sir.
COLONEL
What were you looking for? Money?
Are you on dope again?
RICKY
No, sir. I wanted to show my
girlfriend your Nazi plate.
A beat.
COLONEL
Girlfriend?
RICKY
Yes, sir. She lives next door.
The Colonel glances toward the window.
His POV: In the WINDOW across from us, Jane peeks out from behind the drape. She quickly pulls it shut.
RICKY (CONT'D)
Her name's Jane.
A beat. The Colonel is suddenly, deeply shamed.
COLONEL
This is for your own good, boy. You
have no respect for other people's
things, for authority, for...
RICKY
Sir, I'm sorry.
COLONEL
You can't just go around doing
whatever you feel like, you can't--
there are rules in life--
RICKY
Yes, sir.
COLONEL
You need structure, you need
discipline--
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RICKY
(simultaneous)
Discipline. Yes, sir, thank you for
trying to teach me. Don't give up
on me, Dad.
COLONEL
Oh, Ricky...
But something keeps him from doing it.
COLONEL (CONT'D)
You stay out of there.
He leaves. Ricky gets up and goes to his bureau. He looks at his reflection in the mirror, calmly takes a cloth and starts to wipe the blood from his face.
FADE TO BLACK.
In darkness, we HEAR repetitive GUNSHOTS.
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