NATURAL BORN KILLERS

                         BISBING (V.O.)
               Then out of the blue, they're dealing with the
               devil incarnate.  It was extremely difficult
               for us to find survivors who would take the
               stand and testify when they knew Mickey would
               be cross-examining them.

     INSERT COURT SKETCH of Mickey looking like the devil incarnate,
     cross-examining Grace.

     INSERT COURT SKETCH of a terrified Grace. CAMERA closes on her
     face. The distinct sounds of a court in session can be heard in
     the BG.

                         BISBING (V.O.)
               Grace was every bit as terrified, every bit as
               haunted.  But she felt her brother Tim and her
               five girlfriends were counting on her...

                                                            CUT TO:

     INT. COURTROOM (MICKEY'S TRIAL) - DAY

     The camera cranes up over the sketch to GRACE, in tears.

                         WANDA BISBING (wrapping up)
               No further questions your Honor.

     CAMERA dollies towards a MEDIUM OVERHEAD TWO SHOT of MICKEY and
     MALLORY.  Mickey pauses, sketching something on a piece of paper.
     Mallory looks over at it, still unseen.

                         JUDGE STEINSMA
               Defense?

                         MICKEY (extending the moment)
               As a matter of fact, your Honor, I do...have
               some questions ...

     Holding the pencil to his lips, he stands and leaves the drawing
     behind, exiting FRAME.

     Mallory looks at it.  A SKETCH of a man stabbing a woman.

     CLOSE on Mickey as he crosses to GRACE.

     CLOSE on GRACE'S eyes as they look downward.

     CLOSE on JUDGE STEINSMA as he shuffles paper on his bench.

     CLOSE on BISBING as her eyes follow Mickey across the court.

     CLOSE again on Mickey studying Grace, the pencil pressed to his
     lips in thought.

     CLOSE on Grace as she pulls from a reserve of strength. Clenching
     her hands, her eyes come up and lock hatefully on Mickey.

                         MICKEY
               That's one helluva story, Miss Mulberry.

                         GRACE
               Maybe to you.

     Mickey paces in front of her, like a caged tiger.

                         MICKEY
               Grace...I hope you don't mind if I call you Grace.

     CAMERA dollies tighter on Grace.  Once locked onto her eyes, her
     head drops forward and we:

     FLASHBACK

     INT. GRACE'S HOME - NIGHT

     ECU of GRACE'S eyes as her head is yanked back into frame.  The
     CAMERA pulls back to reveal her eyes wide with fear, a gag in her
     mouth and a knife pressed against her throat.  SOUNDS of
     squealing murder victims in adjacent spaces. The night of the
     murder.  A slaughter-fest of squealing TEENAGERS.

     MALLORY'S got the knife to her neck.

     MICKEY is wandering around, in a daze, in a black leather jacket
     over a white t-shirt covered with blood.  Blood on his face, a
     knife in his hand.  He turns to camera with the same deadcalm:

                         MICKEY (at the murdersite)
               Grace...I hope you don't mind if I call you
               Grace.

                                                           BACK TO:

     INT. COURTROOM - DAY

     CLOSE on GRACE in a daze.

     CLOSE on MICKEY smiling at her.

                         MICKEY
               Grace?

               Uh...yes.

                         MICKEY
               I'd like to ask you about your murdered
               brother...Tim?  His martial arts abilities?
               How long had he been studying?

                         GRACE
               Uh...he started when he was in the seventh
               grade, so that would make it nine years.

                         MICKEY
               And what was the color of Tim's belt?

                         GRACE
               The style of fighting that Tim studied didn't
               believe in belts.

     CLOSE on BISBING listening. Grace is doing better than she
     thought.

                         MICKEY
               Is that a fact?  Well, then, Grace could you
               tell us what form of martial arts it was?

                         GRACE
               It was Jeet Kune Do.

                         MICKEY
               Jeet Kune Do...Now I did some research on that
               form of fighting, and I found out that Jeet
               Kune Do was a style developed~by Bruce Lee.
               Did you know that?

                         GRACE
               Yes.  That why Tim studied it.  Because it was
               Bruce Lee's fighting style.

     CLOSE on the COURT CLERK'S HANDS typing.

                         MICKEY
               Now, I think it would be safe to say that
               anybody who studied the fighting style that
               Bruce Lee developed -- arguably the greatest
               fighter in the history of martial arts --
               anybody who studies that for nine years, that
               would be a fella who could defend himself.
               Would you describe Tim that way, Grace?

                         GRACE
               Yes I would.

     Mickey points at Grace with the pencil in his hand.

                         MICKEY
               Point of fact, weren't Tim's hands and feet
               considered weapons like guns or knives?  Am  I
               correct on that point?

     Grace's eyes on -- a CU of Mickey's HAND holding the pencil.

                         GRACE
               Yes, you are.

     CU of MALLORY listening.

                         MICKEY
               Yet in your testimony just now, you described
               that Tim...

     CAMERA moves into a tight CU of Grace.  Her eyes widen.

                         MICKEY (O.S.)
               ...kicked me four times in the head.

     FLASHBACK -- INT. GRACE'S HOME - NIGHT

     TIM, in a rage, cuts loose and hammers MICKEY with four punishing
     kicks in the head!

     BACK TO COURTROOM - CLOSE ON MICKEY

                         MICKEY
               ...and his trained Bruce Lee kicks had little
               or no effect.

     FLASHBACK - INT. GRACE'S HOME - NIGHT

     CAMERA is LOW ANGLE as TIM backs up after his attack.

     We INSERT a High School class RING he wears on his right fist as
     he steps into a fighting stance, ready for Mickey to drop.

     MICKEY, however, spits out a stream of blood, and smiles at him.

     BACK TO COURTROOM

     CLOSE on GRACE.  We move down and see she is twisting the same
     High School RING nervously in her hand.

     CLOSE on MICKEY noticing the Ring and her attachinent to it.

                         MICKEY
               Then, after shrugging off four blows to the
               head like I was Superman, I lifted Tim-nine-
               years-of Jeet-Kune-Do Mulberry off the ground
               and threw him across the room.

     Mickey, with arms raised over his head, pantomimes throwing Tim's
     body.

     FLASHBACK - INT. GRACE'S HOME - NIGHT

     WIDE SHOT as TIM flies into FRAME, CRASHING into the living room
     wall.

     BACK TO COURTROOM

     We quickly PAN down a number of items with white evidence tags on
     them.  We stop at Mickey's BUCK KNIFE.  Mickey's HAND comes into
     FRAME and picks up the knife.

                         MICKEY
               Then I took...

     CU of MICKEY as he brings the knife into FRAME.

                         MICKEY
               ...this knife and proceeded to tear your
               brother limb from limb.  And your brother,
               whose hands are lethal weapons--

     CLOSE on WANDA BISBING as she stands.

                         BISBING
               Objection, defense is intimidating the witness
               with the murder weapon.

                         JUDGE STEINSMA (O.S.)
               Sustained.  Mr. Knox, put the knife down.

     Mickey is locked on Grace.

                         MICKEY (Cont'd)
               --  had little to no defense.

                         GRACE (yelling)
               I don't know how you did it, but you did it!

                         JUDGE STEINSMA
               Mr. Knox!  The knife!

     Mickey glances to the Judge, then slowly places the knife back on
     the table.

                         MICKEY
               How do you think a human being could possibly
               be capable of doing something like that?

     CLOSE on MALLORY watching.

                         GRACE (yelling)
               I don't know!

     Mickey locks eyes with Grace, moves very close.

                         MICKEY
               Now...I don't believe that Grace.  I think you
               have a definite opinion on how I was able to do
               those things you described.  Now, I'm going to
               ask you again.  And I want you to remember you
               are under oath.

     Grace collects herself.

                         MICKEY (O.S.)
               In your opinion, Miss Mulberry, how was I able
               to murder your brother Tim Mulberry in the
               manner described?

     Bisbing waits for the answer.

     The Judge looks down at Grace.

     Grace looks back into her open palm.  CU of the ring.

     Mickey bearing down on her, waiting.

     We DOLLY tighter on Grace as she looks up at Mickey timidly.

                         GRACE (softly)
               You're not human.

     Mickey smiles.

                         GRACE
               I thought about it a lot.  And the only thing I
               could figger' is you're not human...You're a
               vampire, or the devil or a cyborg or something
               like that.  But you're not human.

     Grace breaks down.  Putting her hands to her head to stop the
     pain.

     Mickey rolls his pencil in his hand, then CAMERA tilts up as he
     leans down into a CU, smiling at her.

                         MICKEY (softly)
               Thank you.  Grace, there is one other thing...

                         GRACE (softly, into her lap)
               What!...

     Mickey smiles.

                         MICKEY
               Do you believe in fate?

                         GRACE
               What?  I don't know.

                         MICKEY
               Well do you believe you have any choice when
               it's time for you to die?

                         BISBING
               Objection.  What does this have to do with
               Grace Mulberry?

                         MICKEY
               You know what this has to do with Grace
               Mulberry?  I'll tell ya what it has to do with
               Grace Mulberry.  It's her time!

     Grace tearfully looks up and meets Mickey's demonic glare as he
     plunges his PENCIL deep into her chest.  Grace's eyes go wide as
     Mickey's vicious attack continues.

     CAMERA whips to a CU of Bisbing jumping up screaming as
     PANDEMONIUM breaks out in the courtroom in SLOW MOTION.

     CU pencil puncturing Grace's blood-soaked chest.

     CU Judge Steinsma slams his gavel, directing the Sheriff DEPUTIES
     in SLOW MOTION.

     CU of the DEPUTIES running towards Mickey in SLOW MOTION

     ECU of Grace.  A Tear rolls out of her widened eyes in SLOW MOTION

     CU of Mickey.  His attack is unending.

     Grace goes limp.

     As the Deputies reach Mickey from all sides, the pencil breaks
     off inside Grace in SLOW MOTION.

     SIDE ANGLE as Grace's head falls back into a CU.  As her mouth
     plops open and as her eyelids close, they pinch out a tear that
     rolls down her cheek in SLOW MOTION.

     CU of Mickey's torso as the Deputies wrestle him away from Grace.
     The bloody broken stump of the pencil in his hand.

     CU of Grace's hand dropping into frame, and as her fist opens,
     her brother's high school ring falls out in SLOW MOTION.

     CAMERA follows Mickey's bloody pencil stub falling from his hand.
     Flitting the floor next to the ring in SLOW MOTION.

     CU of Mallory jumping up and down on the table like a puppet,
     singing "Mickey and Mallory sittin' in a tree..." Deputies
     grabbing her.

     Mickey turning to the Judge.

                         MICKEY
               No further questions your Honor.

     Mickey's POV of a large DEPUTY stepping in front of him with a
     riot club.

                         LARGE DEPUTY
               Lights out prick!

     Deputy swings the club.

                                                      CUT TO BLACK:

                       ACT THREE

     EXT. PRISON - DAY

     SUBTITLE READS:  "SUPERBOWL SUNDAY"

     WAYNE unloads his cameras with CREW and VANS.  A major mobile
     setup, yards of cable, lights.

     INT. MICKEY'S CELL - DAY

     MICKEY'S pacing back and forth in his cell, talking to himself in
     the mirrors, over the washbasin.

                         MICKEY
               ...You know.  'I'm gonna just rip off your dress
               and squeeze your titties.' Then Little Red Riding
               Hood whips out her .357, sticks it in the Big Bad
               Wolf's face and says, 'No, you're not.  You're
               gonna eat me...just like the story says.'

     LAUGH SOUNDTRACK -- the sitcom running in his head.

                                                           JUMP TO:

                         MICKEY
               ...and the Polish guy says, 'That's nothing.
               When I get through with my Hanna, I get up, wipe
               my dick on the curtain, and she hits the roof!'

     LAUGH SOUNDTRACK

                                                          JUMP TO:

     Mickey's pretending he's calming down a hysterical audience.

                         MICKEY
               No...please...thank you...you're too
               kind...no...please...

     KAVANAUGH opens the cell door.

                         MICKEY (hands in the air)
               How ya doin' today Kavanaugh?

     INT. PRISON CORRIDOR - DAY

     WARDEN McCLUSKY strides through his kingdom, trailed by SCAGNETTI
     -- in a foul mood of indigestion and nausea. WURLITZER follows.

                         SCAGNETTI
               How the hell did you let it go "live" Dwight --
               for chrisake!!

                         MCCLUSKY
               I couldn't stop it, it just got out of hand.
               It don't change a thing Jack! We're gonna move
               the scumbags tomorrow morning -- a little ahead
               of schedule, that's all.

                         SCAGNETTI
               You know Dwight--when I do these two ratfucking
               douchebags, I'm going right up there with Jack
               Ruby. In the Hall of Fame. I'll be world famous.

                         MCCLUSKY
               You'll be bigger, Jack -- Oswald was a pussy...
               (cocking his ear) Do you hear it, Jack?

                         SCAGNETTI
               Oswald might've been a pussy but he was a great
               shot (listens)...yeah, it's...

                         MCCLUSKY
               ...dead quiet.

     Now we notice it.  Like the vacuum before the storm.

     INT. INTERVIEW ROOM - DAY

     McCLUSKY and SCAGNETTI enter, past the TECHNICIANS setting up two
     cameras, lights, cable; ASSISTANTS, GUARDS all over the room.

     WAYNE is checking his makeup and stubble in a mirror with a
     MAKEUP PERSON as he walks and talks with his cameraman, ROGER.

                         WAYNE
               Then maybe take him to the window, Rog...
                    (pretending the cameraman is Mickey)
               So, Mickey, 'if you were let outta jail today,
               what's the first thing you'd do?'
                    (pause)
               Little shit like that.  I don't wanna have to
               feel I gotta stay in the chairs.  We're after a
               cinema verite, anything can happen, truth-
               twenty-four-times a second kinda feel...Hi
               Dwight.  How goes?  Can I just have a little
               word?

     He takes the WARDEN aside; Scagnetti dropping back.

                         SCAGNETTI
               So Dwight, I'm gonna catch myself a little word
               With Mallory.  The air in here's...y'know, a
               little phoney for my taste.

     Scagnetti exits.