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ever change that either.

Derek breaks from her grasp and walks away.

EXT. PATIO - DEREM'E POV

He looks over to the kegs. Through the sliding glass

window, he sees Seth taking a "tap hit" off the keg. All

the guys in the b.g., INCLUDING DANNY, count and cheer.

Seth sucks the tap while skins count in the background.

Derek walks out and watches Dan pump the keg.

ET AL

Forty-five! Forty-six! Forty-

seven...!

Seth removes his mouth from the tap and belches like a

pig. All the guys laugh.

SETH

(grabbing Danny)

Why the fuck did you pump it?! I

coulda gone for a minute at least!

Danny looks over and meets eyes with a bloody Derek. He

FREEZES while everyone turns to look Derek over.

DEREK

Let him go, Seth.

Seth sees blood on Derek's face and shirt and takes a

moment to identify the source. He draws his 9mm Baretta

and points it at Derek's head from four feet away.

SETH

Where's Cameron?

Derek stares directly into the BARREL.

DANNY

(frightened)

Seth, man!? Come on!

Seth puts the gun directly to Derek's cool head.

SETH

I'd be doing America a great fucking

favor, let me tell you.

STACEY

Do it, Seth.

Seth glances at her and Derek quickly GRABS the pistol.

A shot goes off and people hit the deck. Derek wrestles

the pistol away and punches Seth in the STOMACH. Falling

to the ground in pain, Derek cracks him in the face once

more and it's over.

INT. CAM'S BATHROOM - CASSANDRA AND CURTIS

They walk in and look at Cammeron, bleeding in the tub.

Curtis pulls the METAL TOWEL HOLDER off the wall and

storms after Derek. Cassandra laughs.

CASSANDRA

You got fuckin' guests out there, Cam.

EXT. PATIO - SAME

Derek tosses the gun over the fence and looks to Danny.

DEREK

Come with me right now.

He looks at his brother. He then sees Curtis and three

other skins come through the house. Derek stares at Dan

and hauls ass down the back alley.

DANNY'S POV. Curtis arrives and tends to Seth rather

than go after Derek. Confused and mildly embarrassed,

Danny bolts back into the house to get his board.

CUT TO:

EXT. VENICE BLVD. - SLEEPING HOMELESS

Danny passes them on his board as he conguers the cracks

in the street at an incredible rate. He turns the tight

corner and cuts off a turning car. The man yells.

Danny spots his brother walking twenty yards up on the

left-hand side of the street and crosses. Approaching

quickly, he skates faster and faster as Derek nears a BUS

STOP BENCH. Hearing the board, Derek turns to face the

clickity clack behind him.

DANNY LUNGES FROM HIS BOARD AND TACKLES DEREE. The two

crash into the street as a car henks from the inside

lane, barely missing the duo. Danny punches his brozher

in the face.

DANNY

Fucking asshole!

Derek gets on top of his brother, spots a speeding car

heading right for him, and pulls his brother to the

sidewalk. Just in time.

DEREK

What the luck are you thinking!?

DANNY

What are you thinking!? Friends don't

fight friends, Der! They stick

together!

DEREK

They're not friends, Dan!

DANNY

What the hell are they then?!

Derek picks his brother up and sits him on a BUS STOP

BENCH.

DEREK

Just sit there and relax for a second.

DANNY

I don't wanna relax! You looked like

an idiot back there!

Derek stares and sits next to him. Cars and homeless

randomly pass in the b.g. Danny looks at his brother,

transfixed in thought.

DANNY

What's happened to you, Derek?

TIGHT ON DEREK. He looks into his brother's eyes.

DISSOLVE TO BLACKNESS:

INT./EXT. CHINO PRISON - ESTABLISHING SHOTS

FILING OUT OF THE CELL.

The morning drill. His roommate, an old Latino guy,

right behind. Derek's eyes cast among the inmates,

noting everyone and looking for a friendly face. He

notes a familiar tattoo, catches the guy's eye and nods.

WALKING THROUGH THE CAFETERIA.

Derek with his tray. A sea of tables divided by race. He

spots a tiny island of white guys at a distant table. He

looks at STEVIE THE LEADER, but gets a nod from the HUGE

ARYAN next to him. Derek moves to sit with them.

A WIDE SHOT OF THE YARD.

From a distance, he approaches the Aryan corner. They

casually greet each other. Derek then looks over to the

HUGE ARYAN from the cafeteria and to STEVIE MCCORMICK,

the crazy looking leader. Derek walks over and shakes

their hands.

CUT TO:

INT. PRISON LAUNDRY ROOM - MORNING

Derek quietly folds towels with a young, chattering black

man.

YOUNG MAN

You got lucky, man. I was in the

kitchen for a year before making it in

here. Pots and motherfucking pans...

disgusting beef stroganoff shit...

boiling hot water...fuck that!

(looking over)

My name's Lamont, man.

Derek doesn't even look at LAMONT. Stone cold, he

continues folding.

LAMONT

I got your back. Righteous white

Cracker with attitude. Just like the

Judge who sentenced me, man.

Lamont laughs but then becomes serious.

LAMONT

If your smart though you'll remember

one thing. You're the nigger in here.

Not me.

CUT TO:

EXT. PRISON YARD - DAY

DEREK'S POV. He sees Stevie McCormick conferring with a

Mexican gang leader. The Mexican hands Stevie a joint

through a handshake.

Derek turns and talks to two white guys who seem

impressed. Stevie walks up and takes a hit off his

joint.

STEVIE

I was just talking about you. You're

Cammeron's boy?

Derek turns and stares at him.

DEREK

His boy? No, I don't think so, man.

I'm not anybody's boy.

STEVIE

Well...you know what I mean.

DEREK

Nooo, I don't know what you mean.

Derek and Stevie lock eyes. Stevie sneaks a hit and

offers Derek.

STEVIE

Here, man. Relax and have a hit.

Derek stares at him.

DEREK

Nooo...how about you getting that

fucking shit awax from me?

Stevie looks at him, ready to kill. The other two can't

believe Derek's gall. Stevie shrugs.

STEVIE

You got a problem, man?

DEREK

Excuse me? Do I have a problem? No,

I don't have a problem. Do you have a

problem?

STEVIE

No. I don't.

Stevie stares at Derek and walks off. He turns back

again and he and Derek lock eyes. He walks back to his

group.

DEREK

Who the fuck are you?

Derek turns back to the other two and they are already

walking away. Derek looks at the two and back to Stevie.

Stevie sits with HUGE ARYAN and says something to him.

CUT TO:

INT. PRISON LAUNDRY ROOM - EARLY MORNING

Lamont in mid-conversation.

LAMONT

But I won't go down on that shit. No

way, no how. You ever been with a

soul sister?

Derek looks over and meets his eyes.

Lamont sees this and laughs.

Just for a second.

LAMONT

Oh shit! Sorry, man! Forgot who the

luck I was talking to there for a

second.

(after a beat)

Let me ask you this one though cause I

don't know the white man's take. You

like eating pussy?

Derek can't help but smile.

LAMONT

Oh man! You sick fucking bastard!

You sick pig!

DEREK

And you don't!? Shut up.

LAMONT

Man...you don't know shit about the

brothers. We won't go down on that

shit if the bitch was holding a gun to

our fucking head.

Derek laughs and the two continue to converse.

CUT TO:

EXT. PRISON QUAD - DAY

A group of White Aryans are gathered in the yard. Derek

plays basketball with a mixed assemblage, including

Lamont. Derek continues to look over every now and then

at Stevie and his group. Stevie suddenly smiles towards

Derek.

Not understanding what it's all about, Derek turns

'around. Standing there is HUGE ARYAN and his STOCKY

FRIEND.. They proceed to beat the shit out of Derek right

in the middle of the court. The players circle as Derek

rolls on the ground. He gets bombarded with kicks and

punches, a few even coming from randoms on the court.

CUT TO:

INT. LAUNDRY ROOM - MORNING

A beat-up Derek quietly folds. Lamont stays quiet. He

glances over but knows Derek isn't in the mood.

CUT TO:

EXT. CAFETERIA - AFTERNOON LUNCH

Derek looks over to the white table and they something

amongst themselves. They break into laughter. Derek

thinks about eating somewhere else, but there's nowhere

to go. He walks BACK over to the white table and looks

at STEVIE.

STEVIE

How's your face, man?

Everyone laughs. Derek sits and eats, his tail between

his legs.

STEVIE

That'll teach you. Don't be a prick

to your superiors.

CUT TO:

EXT. NARROW PRISON CORRIDOR - LATE AFTERNOON

Stevie walks by himself and smokes a cigarette. He turns

a corner and standing there waiting for him is DEREK.

Derek stares him down.

STEVIE

What do you want?

DEREK

I'm right here, man. You wanna have

it out with me, let's go. Just me and

you though.

STEVIE

Man...you are a stupid motherfucker.

You know that? When are you--?

Derek cracks him in the face and Stevie falls to the

ground.

DEREK

Stupid?! You have anything else to

say, you little pussy! Hunh?!

STEVIE

Fuck you!

Derek kicks the man a few more times and takes off. A

few black prisoners laugh at Stevie from the PING PONG

TABLE.

CUT TO:

INT. PRISON SHOWER - MORNING

Derek puts his head down under the warm water and closes

his eyes. From out of nowhere, he is slammed out of

frame to the floor. HUGE ARYAN'and his STOCKY BUDDY from

earlier proceed to beat him. Bathers leave and after a

few moments, Stevie's boys drop their TOWELS.

HUGE ARYAN

Well well well. A virgin.

DISSOLVE TO:

INT. SHOWER - LATER

Derek lies on the tile floor, bloody and beaten.

HUGE ARYAN

You ain't so tough now, are you?

The two men smile at each other, kick him and exit.

After a few seconds, LAMONT enters with the cart and

picks up dirty towels. He spots Derek laying on the

tile.

LAMONT

Motherfucker. What now, man?

He tends to Derek. He picks him up, throws him over his

shoulder, and carries him off.

LAMONT

Shit, holmes.

(carrying him)

Hang on to me, man. You're heavy.

INT. PRISON INFIRMARY - EVENING

Derek lies on a table, silent. A Mexican DOCTOR examines

his ass.

DOCTOR

Well, you do have some tearing down

here. Christ. Okay. I'm gonna have

to stitch you up so I'll be back.

The doctor passes Dr. Sweeney on his way out. Derek hears

Sweeney talk to the doctor and turns his head. The two

look at each other for a long moment. Sweeney sits down

next to him and puts his hand on Derek's shoulder. Derek

finally breaks down and sobs.

CUT TO:

INT. HOSPITAL - LATE NIGHT

Sweeney and Derek in mid-conversation. A small lamp

shines off their faces.

SWEENEY