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AMERICAN HISTORY Xscreenplay byDavid McKennaFebruary 6, 1997 INT. HOUSE - CLOSED EYESA young mans blue eyes slowly open. A girl moans from the next room.EXT. STREET CORNER - A LARGE TIREturns the corner and splashes through a puddle from anearlier rain. TUPAC SHAKUR blares from inside.INT.
AMERICAN HISTORY X
screenplay by
David McKenna
February 6, 1997
INT. HOUSE - CLOSED EYES
A young man's blue eyes slowly open. A girl moans from the next room.
EXT. STREET CORNER - A LARGE TIRE
turns the corner and splashes through a puddle from an
earlier rain. TUPAC SHAKUR blares from inside.
INT. HOUSE - TIGHT ON THE EYES
They snap wide as the young woman in the next room MOANS
even louder.
EXT. VENICE BEACH HOUSE - A WET NIGHT
A slight buzz emanates from the power lines and street
lights above the humble VINYARD household. A black FORD
BRONCO rests in the driveway.
EXT. WET STREET - A GRAY TRANS AM
TUPAC'S rapping builds. The window-tinted drive-by
slowly heads down the residential street, cruises past
the Bronco in the driveway, and slows to a stop. The
music stops and TWO BLACK MEN spring from the car.
They move with purpose. The larger figure, crowbar in
hand, moves to the truck. The GUN wielding passenger
hurries to the front door and stands guard. Inside the
car, another man methodically waits.
INT. BEDROOM - DANNY VINYARD'S EYES
The sex happening in the next room makes it difficult for
Danny to sleep. Next to a digital clock that reads
3:07AM, the clean cut 14-year-old flips to his side.
A poster of Lee Ving of FEAR onstage, taped to the wall.
Pre-Calculus and Biology books on the floor. Cassettes
scattered on his tiny desk. A stereo in the corner.
The off-screen sound of breaking glass grabs Danny's
attention. He sits up and looks through the blinds.
EXT. HOUSE - SAME
Danny SEES a man reach through the broken window and
unlock the door. He quickly. pans to the idling Trans Am.
INT. DANNY'S BEDROOM - TIGHT ON DANNY
His fearful expression says it all.
DANNY
Holy shit.
Danny quickly bolts out of his room and into the adjacent
bedroom down the hall. He barges through the door.
INT. DEREK'S BEDROOM - A NAZI IRON EAGLE BATTLE FLAG
It hangs above a serious computer and next to a giant,
tome-filled bookshelf. The moans, meanwhile, approach
orgasm.
TIGHT ON DEREK VINYARD. The young man has a shaved head,
a thick goatee, and a well-crafted SWASTIKA on his left
tit. On top of Derek in the bed is his barely-of-age
girlfriend, STACEY. The covers are completely off and a
BLACK ROSE is tattooed across her right shoulder blade.
Danny watches her fuck, only for a second.
DANNY
(softly)
Der !
Danny walks over and shakes him. Startled, Derek
forcefully grabs his little brother's arm.
DEREK
(controlled)
What?
Stacey stops and looks over. Frustated, she rolls off
Derek and onto her side.
STACEY
Fucking pervert, Dan!
DANNY
There's a black guy outside Der...
breaking into your car.
Derek, muscled and tattooed, jumps out of the bed and
quickly puts on his skivvies. He reaches under his
mattress, pulls out a SIG .45 semi-automatic pistol, and
shoves in a clip.
DEREK
How long has he been out there?
DANNY
Not long.
STACEY
Who?
DEREK
Nobody. Relax.
Stacey sits up quickly from the bed as Derek pulls on his
black combat boots.
STACEY
Who's out there, Derek?
DEREK
Not right now, honey.
(to Danny)
How many?
DANNY
One...I think.
DEREK
Is he strapped?
DANNY
Hunh?
DEREK
Does he have a fucking gun, Dan?
DANNY
I'm not sure.
DEREK
Is there a driver?
Danny nods his head yes.
DEREK
Okay. Stay the luck here.
STACEY
Derek? Be
