hole in my jeans

COOK watches FOSTER. Something gleaming in his eye.
COOK: Mr Foster
JOHN FOSTER: Dr Foster actually. Kneel down please...
COOK slowly shakes his head. The BASEBALL BAT snakes out without warning and catches COOK in the Stomach. COOK staggers back...gasping. But then inexplicably he laughs.
COOK: I don’t think you know what I am mate
JOHN FOSTER: I think I do. You’re nothing. You don’t deserve that girl... And, you know...I do.
COOK shakes his head slowly.
COOK: I’m a fucking waste of space... Just a stupid kid... I got no sense....A criminal...I’m no fucking use...I am nothing...so please... please... get it into your...you know...into your bonce....That you killed my friend.... And...(HE SHRUGS) ... I’m Cook. He explodes towards FOSTER without warning fists, feet, everything. Devastating aggression. He screams, whirling past us in a blur.
COOK (CONT’D): I’M COOK!!!!!!
BLACKOUT.
ENDS.