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EXT. FELIX’S NEIGHBORHOOD – DAY
The football tossing boys, TROY, 12, a handsome white boy,
MATT, 11, a tall, skinny African-American, and SOOTCH, 11, a
tiny Asian, go to retrieve the ball. The CAR ALARM blares.
TROY
And that, ladies and gentlemen, is
why there will never be a Chinese
quarterback in the NFL.
SOOTCH
Shut up, Troy! Matt could’ve
caught that.
MATT
You’re crazy, Sootch! I’m tall.
I’m not that tall.
SOOTCH
Should we go see if Felix is-
Felix bursts out of his door. The boys are happy to see him.
MATT
What’s up, Felix!
SOOTCH
Hey, sorry Felix!
Felix ignores the boys. He walks swiftly toward his car,
disabling the alarm with his electronic key.
MATT
Want to toss the ball around with
us, Felix?
Matt tosses Felix the football. Felix catches it. Troy goes
out for a pass.
TROY
Hit me deep, Felix!
Felix considers it, then turns and throws a spiral in the
opposite direction. The ball clangs off a stop sign.
Felix walks back toward his apartment.
SOOTCH
You- You don’t have to be such a
douche-off!
MATT
You mean douche-bag? Or jerk-off?
SOOTCH
Oh. I mean douche-bag!
Felix ignores the boys, ascending his front steps, and pulls
mail out of his mailbox. The mailbox has two labels- “Felix
Hughes” and “Faith Robbins.”
TROY
Hey, Felix! You were a lot cooler
when Faith was still around!
That stung. Felix slowly turns around and gives the boys a
“you better run” look. The boys stand frozen for a moment,
then run like hell.
INT. FELIX’S APARTMENT – DAY
Felix inks a comic page at his art table, focused. Stan Lee
lays on the floor next to him, bored.
ON THE PAGE
An inked drawing of a exquisite diamond engagement ring in its
box. A comic book caption on the page-
CAPTION:
“It’s not for her.”
Felix letters the words “The End” at the bottom of the page.
Felix puts down his pen, and pats Stan Lee.
FELIX
Done with her.
INT. FELIX’S APARTMENT – LATER
Felix scans a huge stack of comic art pages into his
computer’s scanner.
ON THE COMPUTER
Felix’s email in-box is full of unread messages. Felix
attaches a document titled “Over.PDF” to an email to Tony.
Felix hits send, and smiles.
INT. FELIX’S LIVING ROOM – DAY
Felix sits on the couch, watching Oprah interview a
best-selling author.
The cell phone rings. Felix answers.
FELIX
Hey, Gwen! Tony got it? Great.
(beat)
The original pages?
(beat)
Sure, I’ll bring ‘em with me.
EXT. STREET – DAY
Felix walks confidently down the boutique-lined street, carrying a large folder of comic pages under his arm.
Felix approaches JINX JEFFERS, 50, a leg-less bum in a wheelchair, panhandling outside a shop. Jinx holds a jar for change in one hand and a cardboard sign in the other.
ON JINX’S SIGN:
“Need money for jihad.”
JINX
Change! Spare change! Hey, it’s
Mr. Funnybooks!
FELIX
Hey, Jinx.
JINX
Spare a buck? It could change your
luck.
Felix opens his wallet, finding a lone dollar bill. He
hesitates for a moment and then-
FELIX
Here you go.
Felix puts the buck in Jinx’s jar and keeps walking.
JINX
Superman got nothing on you, ya
hear!
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