a streetlight hums. blinks - revealing a deserted alley in' sporadic intervals. garbage, etc. a slight drizzle shimmers pass the streetlight. pelts a soulful hancock below - he moves through the gray dreariness in solitude.
there, on his ass, his head a raging inferno - hancock listens, as if he can hear.
something overcomes this fevered superman. he begins to unravel. a calm consumes him. tames him. it could be mary's voice - maybe he can hear it, and then maybe not.
hancock's p.o.v. - a blurred, wobbly image of an alley. he-takes a swig from a fresh bottle of whiskey. he turns a corner.  a dark figure jumps him.,, knocks him against the wall.  gun pointed. it is the hoodlum - from before,
hancock listens.