If I had to write the sequence of events from what George's friends and family have said, it would go something like this.
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FADE IN:
EXT. COMPLEX - GEORGE ZIMMERMANS CONDO - EVENING
Light rain.
GEORGE ZIMMERMAN, 28, a gentle giant, casually walks to his BLACK SUV. Hes dressed like any good American boy. Blue jeans and a gray T-shirt underneath his red and black jacket.
George opens the door to the BLACK SUV. Jumps in.
INT. BLACK SUV - CONTINUOUS
George starts the ignition. Backs out carefully, making sure that no children or kittens are in the street.
EXT. COMPLEX - ENTRANCE GATE - CONTINUOUS
TRAYVON MARTIN, 17, young and black, a menacing character no doubt, enters the complex on foot. A typical




, Trayvon is wearing jeans, a gray hoodie, and brand new Nike Jordans.
INT. BLACK SUV
George spots Trayvon. Stops the car. Watches.
EXT. COMPLEX - CLUBHOUSE
Trayvon slips under the awning. Pulls up his hoodie.
INTENSE MUSIC PLAYS.
INT. BLACK SUV
George stares intently at the suspicious young man.
EXT. COMPLEX
Trayvon notices George staring at him. Puffs his chest out.
TRAYVON: Whats your f***ing problem?
GEORGE: Nothing man.
INT. BLACK SUV
Horribly frightened, George immediately rolls up his window and calls Law Enforcement.
INSERT TRANSCRIPT OF CALL TO LAW ENFORCEMENT.
EXT. COMPLEX
Trayvon walks aimlessly. He cases out the homes as he passes. Suddenly, he walks back towards George. Checks him out again. Doesnt say anything. Walks away and suddenly takes off running.
INT. BLACK SUV
George opens the door. Gets out.
EXT. COMPLEX
LE DISPATCH: Are you following him?
GEORGE (lying): Yep.
LE DISPATCH: Okay, we dont need you to be doing that.
GEORGE: Okay.
All along, George was simply checking the address to give to Law Enforcement. He no longer sees Trayvon. Walks back towards his truck
OUT OF NOWHERE --- WITHOUT WARNING ---
Trayvon ATTACKS George from behind. PUNCHES his FACE so hard that his nose SNAPS.
George falls to the ground. Blood gushing out of his nose. He puts his arms over his face. SCREAMS helplessly.
Trayvon WAILS on George. SLAMS his head into the cement side walk. Over and over again.
Blood oozes out of a massive laceration on the back of Georges head, staining the cement surface a dark red.
George SCREAMS. HELP! HELP!
Trayvon wont let up! BLOW after BLOW is harder than the next.
CLOSE UP on GUN in Georges waistband.
Trayvon sees the gun! Grabs it! Yanks it. It wont come loose.
TRAYVON: Youre going to DIE!
George SCREAMS! HELP! HELP!
George, barely conscious and severely beaten has a come to God moment. With any and all strength he has left in his body, George grabs the gun out of his waistband and SHOOTS! BANG! One SHOT!
SILENCE.
Trayvon grabs his chest wound. Blood oozes through his fingers.
TRAYVON: You got me.
Trayvon slumps over, face first. Dies.
George, barely able to move, wiggles from underneath Trayvon's lifeless body.
Neighbors begin to gather.
George places the gun back into his waistband. Rakes his fingers through his hair.
FADE OUT:
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