on the rooftop of this building - hancock, on another end of a marlboro. eyes red. hair in wet dishevelment. he's a mess.
all right, so this block is squared off - surrounded. the local police force and your cousins are here, ready to pounce on cue. ted "the pissed-off police captain" brock stands by his vehicle, screaming out orders - a bull horn in his hand.
a helicopter has since joined the picture of chaos. a strobe light cuts through the darkness and rain, zeroed in on hancock. a machine gun mounted inside opens fire - a wave of bullets ricochet off the superhero with no effect. cops and s.w.a.t. teams continue their assault - it's the only thing they can do, and it's worthless. and on that note, hancock retaliates - with a vengeance. first to go is the helicopter. he slices through the air and rips the vehicle in half. an explosion punctuates its demise - sending the spinning propeller into wild trajectory. it crashes into a cluster of cops - heads are severed, sent flying.
hancock swoops down toward a patrol car. scares the cops away. hoists the vehicle over. his head. throws it at a band of cops. he roars.
in the blink of an eye, the police department is no more. the entire block - a panorama of bedlam, overturned vehicles, and mangled bodies. satisfied - hancock returns inside the building. from the street, we can see horus - fumbling through the rubble, heading towards the confrontation. he'passes a mutilated body - belonging to adams. a revolver dangles from his fingers. horus reaches for the gun and stops. he looks around at the vast destruction and realizes that no revolver will do. he continues forth.
horns stands there in the rain - a feeble frame of a man. he wants a fight. and he gets it.  as hancock, once again, emerges from the building - fire in his eyes.