AMERICAN HISTORY X

He won't let go. Will you talk to

him?

INT. BATHROOM - TIGHT ON DEREK AND DANNY

Derek cradles his bloody brother. Sweeney walks over,

crouches, and talks to Derek's back.

SWEENEY

Derek? You gotta let him go, man.

They gotta get him outta here.

DEREK

I can't.

Derek begins to cry outright. He can't control himself.

He lets go of Danny's corpse and charges out into the

hall.

INT. HALLWAY - DORIS AND DAVINA

Derek embraces them. Doris grabs his face -- torn

between love and hate. Guilt-ridden, Derek tears from

them and storms down the hall with Sweeney soon in tow.

SWEENEY

Derek! I know what you're thinkin'

right now and I want you to forget

about it!

DEREK

How the luck do you know what I'm

thinkin', Sweeney!?

SWEENEY

Cause I'm thinkin' the same damn

thing!

Drowning in rage, Derek turns back to a misty eyed

Sweeney.

DEREK

They shot him in a fucking...pisshole!

SWEENEY

And goin' after them won't bring him

back. Don't do it, Derek. Please,

man. You've come too far. The war is

over.

Derek contemplates the situation and presses his tongue

against his teeth, crackbrained. Sweeney slowly

approaches and cautiously wraps his arms around the young

man. Derek buries his tearing face in Sweeney's

shoulder.

DEREK

It stops now, Sweeney.

Sweeney nods and the two lock eyes. Derek makes his way

back to Doris and Davina and together, they grieve.

DANNY (V/O)

We've heard it a million times, a

Bible quote become cliche: "Vengeance

is mine, sayeth the Lord."

DISSOLVE TO:

INT. SCHOOL BATHROOM - DANNY AND HENRY

A still of the two immediately after the murder. We move

in tighter and tighter until we get close on Danny.

DANNY (V/O)

Vengeance brought about by hate...and

fear. When it points its head in our

direction, we take notice and

everything changes. The way we choose

our friends, the way we protect our

families, the way we create enemies

out of strangers.

(then)

Welcome to America.

TIGHT ON DANNY'S EYES. They are gently pushed shut by

Henry's two small BLACK FINGERS.

THE END