Do the Right Thing Page #11

MOOKIE:

Sal, if you want me to deliver any

faster, get me a jet rocket or

something, cuz I can't run with

pizzas, all the cheese ends up on

one side and sh*t.

SAL:

I didn't say nuthin'. You must

have a guilty conscience. What are

you guilty of?

MOOKIE:

I'm not guilty of nuthin'.

SAL:

You must be guilty of something or

you would have never come in saying

the things you said.

MOOKIE:

C'mon, Sal.

SAL:

Where we goin'?

While Sal laughs at his corny joke, Pino pulls Vito into the

back.

INT:
STOREROOM--NIGHT

PINO:

Vito, I want you to listen to me.

I'm your brother. I may smack you

around once in awhile, boss you

around, but I'm still your brother.

73.

VITO:

I know this.

PINO:

I love you.

VITO:

I'm listening.

PINO:

Good. I want you to listen.

VITO:

Jesus Christ on the cross, I said

I'm listening.

PINO:

Good. Vito, you trust that Mook

too much. So does Pop.

VITO:

Mookie's OK.

PINO:

You listening to me?

VITO:

Stop busting my balls. I said I'm

listening ten f***ing times already.

PINO:

Mookie is not to be trusted. No

Moulan Yan can be trusted. The

first time you turn your back,

boom, a knife right here.

(Pino gestures)

In the back.

VITO:

How do you know this?

PINO:

I know.

VITO:

You really think so?

PINO:

I know so. He, them, they're not

to be trusted.

VITO:

So what do you want me to do?

74.

PINO:

Be on guard. Mookie has Pop conned

already, so we have to look out for

him.

VITO:

I like Mookie a lot.

PINO:

And that's exactly what I'm talkin'

'bout.

SAL (OS)

Vito! Pino! Let's go.

PINO:

Be right there, Pop. Listen to

what I said.

VITO:

You don't listen to me, never have.

Just run your big f***ing mouth

always playing big brother. You

don't listen, but Mookie does.

HOT CITY NIGHT MONTAGE

THE BLOCK. WE'VE SEEN it at daytime, but now WE SEE it at

night. Even though the white-hot sun is gone, nonetheless

the heat is still stifling. And in a peculiar, funny sort

of way, it's worse. You expect it to be hot during the

light of day when the sun is beating down on the cement and

tar, but at night it should be considerably cooler; well,

not tonight, it's hot. All the residents of The Block: the

Corner Men, Mother Sister, Da Mayor, Jade, etc., all the

people WE'VE SEEN throughout the day are now coping with the

night-time heat, plus it's humid as sh*t. Everyone is

outside, sitting on stoops, on cars and you know the kids

are playing, running up and down the block. Now it's the

hottest night of the year.

EXT:
STREET--NIGHT

Buggin' Out sits down on a car next to Radio Raheem; as

usual, his box is blasting.

BUGGIN' OUT

How you be?

RADIO RAHEEM:

I be. I'm living large.

BUGGIN' OUT

Is that the only tape you got?

75.

RADIO RAHEEM:

You don't like Public Enemy? It's

the dope sh*t.

BUGGIN' OUT

I like 'em, but you don't play

anything else.

RADIO RAHEEM:

I don't like anything else.

BUGGIN' OUT

Check this out. Y'know Sal's.

RADIO RAHEEM:

Yeah, I know dat motherf***er.

BUGGIN' OUT

I'm trying to organize a boycott of

Sal's pizza joint. Ya see what I'm

saying?

RADIO RAHEEM:

I almost had to yoke him this

afternoon. Tell me, tell me, Radio

Raheem, to turn my music down.

Didn't even say please. Who the

f*** he think he is? Don Corleone

and sh*t.

BUGGIN' OUT

He makes all his money off us Black

people and I don't see nuthin' but

Italians all up in there, Sylvester

Stallone and motherfuckers. Ya see

what I'm saying, homeboy?

RADIO RAHEEM:

Talk to me.

BUGGIN' OUT

We shouldn't buy a single slice,

spend a single penny in that

motherf***er till some people of

color are put up in there.

RADIO RAHEEM:

That's what I'm talkin' 'bout.

That's what I'm talkin' 'bout.

BUGGIN' OUT

You got my back.

76.

RADIO RAHEEM:

Ya back is got.

BUGGIN' OUT

My brother.

RADIO RAHEEM:

My brother.

INT:
SAL'S FAMOUS PIZZERIA--NIGHT

Vito, Pino and Mookie are cleaning up.

MOOKIE:

Sal, it's almost quitting time so

please start counting my pay. I

gotta get paid.

Sal is looking into the cash register.

SAL:

We did good business today. We got

a good thing going. Nothing like a

family in business working together.

One day the both of you will take

over...and Mookie, there will

always be a place for you at Sal's

Famous Pizzeria. Y'know, it should

be Sal's and Sons Famous Pizzeria.

ANGLE--VITO, PINO, AND MOOKIE

All three look at each other. The horror is on their faces,

with the prospect of working, slaving in Sal's and Sons

Famous Pizzeria, trapped for the rest of their lives. Is

this their future? It's a frightening thought.

ANGLE--DOOR

Ahmad, Cee, Punchy, and Ella enter.

SAL:

We're about to close.

AHMAD:

Just four slices, regular slices.

Please. To go!

SAL:

OK, but that's it. It's been a

long day.

Mookie goes over to the table where Ahmad, Cee, Punchy, and

Ella sit.

77.

MOOKIE:

Look, I want you to get your

slices, then outta here. No

playing around.

AHMAD:

You got it.

MOOKIE:

Good. No joke. We all wanna go

home.

OH NO! We hear the dum-dum-dum of Radio Raheem's box. As

everyone turns their heads to the door, Buggin' Out and

Radio Raheem are inside already. We have never heard the

rap music as loud as it is now. You have to scream to be

heard and that's what they do.

SAL:

What did I tell ya 'bout dat noise?

BUGGIN' OUT

What did I tell ya 'bout dem

pictures?

SAL:

What da f***! Are you deaf?

BUGGIN' OUT

No, are you? We want some Black

people up on the Wall of Fame.

SAL:

Turn that JUNGLE MUSIC off. We

ain't in Africa.

Ahmad, Cee, Punchy, and Ella start to dance while Mookie

takes a seat, the impartial observer that he is.

BUGGIN' OUT

Why it gotta be about jungle music

and Africa?

SAL:

It's about turning that sh*t off

and getting the f*** outta my

pizzeria.

PINO:

Radio Raheem.

RADIO RAHEEM:

F*** you.

78.

SAL:

What ever happened to nice music

with words you can understand?

RADIO RAHEEM:

This is music. My music.

VITO:

We're closed.

BUGGIN' OUT

You're closed alright, till you get

some Black people up on that wall.

Sal grabs his Mickey Mantle bat from underneath the counter

and brings it down on Radio Raheem's box, again and again

and again. The music stops.

CLOSE--RADIO RAHEEM'S BOX

Radio Raheem's pride and joy is smashed to smithereens.

It's going to the junkyard quick.

ANGLE--PIZZERIA

There is an eerie quiet as everyone is frozen, surprised by

the suddenness of Sal's action, the swings of his Mickey

Mantle bat. All look at Radio Raheem and realize what is

about to happen.

ANGLE--RADIO RAHEEM

Radio Raheem screams, he goes crazy.

RADIO RAHEEM:

My music!

Radio Raheem picks Sal up from behind the counter and starts

to choke his ass. Radio Raheem's prized possession--his

box, the only thing he owned of value--his box, the one

thing that gave him any sense of worth--has been smashed to

bits. (Radio Raheem, like many Black youth, is the victim of

materialism and a misplaced sense of values.) Now he doesn't

give a f*** anymore. He's gonna make Sal pay with his life.

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