INT. LOCKER ROOM – NIGHT
CECIL lays on a table. His ribs are being bandaged. COLIN paces up and back. A MEDIC works on the bandages, as MILO and TWITCH do their best to stay out of COLIN’s way.
COLIN
What the hell were you thinking?
CECIL doesn’t speak. He watches his father.
COLIN (CONT’D)
I told you you’d better be ready. Is that what you call this?
COLIN stops and pokes CECIL in the ribs. CECIL groans, and the medic turns and stares coldly at COLIN.
MEDIC
You want to puncture his lung, that’s a good way to go about it. The boy’s hurt.
COLIN
The “boy” will live, doc. You want to keep your own ribs and face intact, you’ll stick to your bandages and keep your mouth shut.
(to Cecil)
You let that damned sharecropper’s son make a fool of you.
CECIL
I can take him.
COLIN
(laughing)
Yeah, I see that. So did everyone else. He didn’t even hit you where your’e hurt, and he still kicked your ass.
COLIN turns to the door.
COLIN (CONT’D)
You make me sick right now, boy. I’m going to have to fix this myself.
COLIN exits.
MILO
Jesus.
CECIL
You two get the hell out.
TWITCH
But Cecil, we...
CECIL swings his legs off the table. The MEDIC tries to push him back, but CECIL stands and shoves him away.
CECIL
You get out too. All of you.
The MEDIC looks unconvinced. CECIL takes a step toward him, fist raised. He retreats through the door. MILO and TWITCH follow. When he’s alone, CECIL suddenly doubles in pain. When he straightens slowly, his face is white and coated in sweat. He grabs his shirt, manages to get it on, and then slips out of the room.
CECIL (CONT’D)
(as the door closes)
We’ll see who fixes it.
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