Basquiat Page #16

BENNY:

Drugs??!

BASQUIAT:

Medicine, man! Like health food. I'm

taking care of my health!

INT. HEALTH FOOD STORE – DAY

A mountain of homeopathic medicine and health food on the counter.

Benny helps the clerk load it into a box.

CLERK:

You starting a hospital?

Jean approaches and dumps some more stuff onto the counter.

He's chewing something.

BASQUIAT:

Just ring it up. I don't need a bag.

(to Benny)

Try this tabouli – it's great...

Tabouli spills onto Jean's shirt.

EXT – WEST BROADWAY – DAY

Jean and Benny walk along. Benny's arms are full with boxes.

Jean walks in front, eating yogurt. He's wearing his Titanic

clogs. Benny tries to keep up.

BASQUIAT (CONT'D)

My mom told me this... Or was it a dream?

DISSOLVE TO:

INT. CELL – DAY

A crude stone jail – almost medieval – fairy-tale like. A thick

wooden plank suspended by chains for a bench. A candle on the

wall.

A small, crowned prince (the boy seen in the dream in intro.)

looks longingly out the window at rolling green hills. Terraced

hillsides, cedar trees, cottages, smoke wafting up from chimneys.

Dirt streets.

The prince smashes the window. He hits his head on the bars,

gripping them tightly.

EXT. MEDIEVAL VILLAGE' – DAY

The villagers cease their activities as they listen to the SOUND.

Looking up, they smile, as if warmed to their souls by some

unearthly and intangible substance. They look heavenwards.

CAMERA follows their collective gaze skywards.

We shoot up, up, into the sky.

BASQUIAT (O.S.)

There was this little prince with a magic

crown. An evil warlock kidnapped him,

locked him in a cell in a huge tower and

took away his voice. There was a window

made of bars. The prince would smash his

head against the bars hoping that someone

would hear the sound and find him. The

crown made the most beautiful sound that

anyone ever heard. You could hear the

ringing for miles. It was so beautiful,

that people wanted to grab the air. They

never found the prince. He never got out

of the room. But the sound he made filled

everything up with beauty.

BASQUIAT (O.S)

It's definitely time to get out of here.

EXT. WEST BROADWAY – DAY

We rush down, down through the sky.

Buildings come up at us.

We're over Soho.

We're back on the ground.

Benny and Jean continue walking.

We see Jean from behind. He's looking up.

Benny stops to readjust his parcels.

Jean continues down the street, talking louder.

BASQUIAT (CONT'D)

Hawaii? F*** Hawaii. Let's go to Ireland.

We'll stop in every bar and have a drink.

FREEZE FRAME ON HIS FACE

SUPER:

"JEAN MICHEL BASQUIAT

BORN:
DECEMBER 14, 1961

DIED:
AUGUST 12, 1988"

EXT. IRELAND – DAY

Rolling hills. Green. Lush. Peaceful..

FADE OUT:

THE END:

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