Do the Right Thing Page #9

Da Mayor takes a seat on the stoop and puts the flowers to

his face.

DA MAYOR:

Ain't nuthin' like the smell of

fresh flowers. Don't you agree,

Miss Mother Sister?

Mother Sister does not answer. He puts the flowers down.

DA MAYOR:

Summertime, all ya can smell is the

garbage. Stink overpowers

everything, especially soft sweet

smells like flowers.

He looks up at Mother Sister who immediately turns away.

DA MAYOR:

If you don't mind, I'm gonna set

right here, catch a breeze or two,

then be on my way.

Da Mayor looks up at the setting sun.

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DA MAYOR:

Thank the Lord, the sun is going

down, it's hot as blazes. Yes Jesus.

CLOSE--SUN

The sun is an orange and purple glaze.

EXT:
STREET--DUSK

Radio Raheem is back in action. He's alive, he's bad and he

got his twenty "D" Duracell batteries, his box is kicking.

ANGLE--CORNER

Radio Raheem bops by Coconut Sid, ML, and Sweet Dick Willie.

CLOSE--COCONUT SID, ML, and SWEET DICK WILLIE

All three shake their heads in bewilderment as Radio Raheem

goes by.

ML:

What can you say?

COCONUT SID:

I don't know how he does it.

Sweet Dick Willie gets up from his chair and goes to the

corner, zips down his pants, and urinates.

SWEET DICK WILLIE

ML?

ML:

What?

SWEET DICK WILLIE

ML, hold this for me.

Sweet Dick Willie and Coconut Sid laugh.

ML:

That's OK. At least my moms didn't

name me Sweet Dick Willie.

Sweet Dick Willie zips up his pants and returns to his seat.

SWEET DICK WILLIE

Why you gotta talk 'bout my moms?

ML:

Nobody talkin' 'bout ya moms.

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SWEET DICK WILLIE

I didn't say nobody, I said you.

ML:

Sweet Dick, I didn't mean it like

that.

SWEET DICK WILLIE

Yes you did.

COCONUT SID:

Squash it.

ML:

I just wanted to know who named ya

Sweet Dick Willie?

SWEET DICK WILLIE

It's just a name.

COCONUT SID:

And what does ML stand for?

ML:

ML stands for ML. That's it.

SWEET DICK WILLIE

Naw, that's some stupid sh*t. Now

you know how I got that name.

ML:

Negroes kill me, always holdin'

onto, talkin' 'bout their d*cks.

COCONUT SID:

I don't know 'bout you, but it's

too hot to f***.

SWEET DICK WILLIE

Never too hot, never too cold for

f***ing.

EXT:
STREET--DUSK

An old Puerto Rican man rings a bell as he pushes a cart on

wheels. On the side of the cart is hand-lettered HELADO DE

COCO, and a big block of ice rests on top surrounded by

different colored bottles of flavors.

ANGLE--CART

A group of kids eagerly waits for the ices. The man scrapes

the block of ice, puts the shavings in a paper cup, and

drowns it with syrup.

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ANGLE--DA MAYOR

Da Mayor is walking down the street.

ANGLE--MISTER SOFTEE TRUCK

We hear the familiar tune from the Mister Softee truck as it

comes down the street.

ANGLE--EDDIE LOVELL

Eddie, the young kid who earlier ran an errand for Da Mayor,

looks up from the sidewalk where he's playing and runs out

into the street in pursuit of Mister Softee.

EDDIE:

Ice cream. Ice cream.

Eddie is running in pursuit of the truck, unaware of the

oncoming speeding car.

ANGLE--DA MAYOR

Da Mayor sees speeding car bearing down on Eddie.

ANGLE--STREET

Da Mayor runs across the street and knocks Eddie down, out

of the way of the car. Both are thrown as they are hit by

the reckless driver.

CLOSE--EDDIE AND DA MAYOR

Eddie is crying as Da Mayor picks him up.

DA MAYOR:

Doctor, you know better to run out

in the street... Stop crying, son.

ANGLE--STREET

A crowd gathers.

DA MAYOR:

Doctor, there's nothing to cry

about. You're OK.

A woman in her twenties, LOUISE, Eddie's mother, breaks

through the crowd and hugs her baby.

LOUISE:

What's wrong?

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EDDIE:

Mayor knocked me down.

LOUISE:

You should be ashamed of yourself.

DA MAYOR:

Ma'am, the boy is just scared to

death. What actually happened is

that I was minding my business when

I saw your son about to be run over.

I ran into the street to save him

and I had to knock him down to keep

the both of us from getting hit.

The crowd agrees "That's the way it happened," and Louise

stands up.

LOUISE:

Eddie, is that the truth?

Eddie is quiet.

LOUISE:

Eddie, you hear me talkin' to you?

Eddie is still mum.

LOUISE:

I'm talkin' to you, boy.

DA MAYOR:

Miss, the boy is fine.

WHAP! Louise hits Eddie on da butt. Eddie starts to dance,

as his mother hits hard; she's heavy-handed.

LOUISE:

What I tell you 'bout lying?

WHOP!

LOUISE:

What did I tell you 'bout playing

in the street?

WHAP!

EDDIE:

Mommy! Mommy! I'm sorry. I'm

sorry.

WHOP!

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LOUISE:

Get upstairs now.

Eddie runs away.

LOUISE:

And when your father comes home,

he's gonna wear ya little narrow

behind out too.

DA MAYOR:

You didn't have to hit your son;

he's scared to death as it was.

LOUISE:

I appreciate ya helping my Eddie.

I truly do, but I'll have nobody

question how I raise him, not even

his Daddy.

DA MAYOR:

You're right.

Louise goes away, probably to give her son another

"whooping." Da Mayor tips his hat to her.

INT:
SAL'S FAMOUS PIZZERIA--DUSK

Sal sits at a table talking to Jade as she finishes her

"special" slice.

JADE:

Sal, that was delicious.

SAL:

Anytime.

Vito, Pino, and Mookie look on, watching Sal have the time

of his life.

JADE:

Thanks.

Jade gets up and Mookie helps her.

MOOKIE:

I'll see you out.

JADE:

See ya around.

SAL:

Don't wait too long to come back.

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EXT:
SAL'S FAMOUS PIZZERIA--DUSK

Mookie takes Jade by the hand and pulls her out of view from

Sal.

ANGLE--MOOKIE AND JADE

MOOKIE:

Jade, I don't want you coming in

here no mo'.

JADE:

Stop tripping.

MOOKIE:

No, you're tripping. Don't come in

Sal's. Alright, read my lips.

JADE:

What are you so worked up about?

MOOKIE:

Over Sal, the way he talks and the

way he looks at you.

JADE:

He's just being nice.

MOOKIE:

Nice!

JADE:

He's completely innocent.

MOOKIE:

Innocent!

JADE:

I didn't stutter. You heard me.

MOOKIE:

You should see the way he looks at

you. All Sal wants to do is hide

the salami.

JADE:

You are too crude.

MOOKIE:

I might be, but you're not welcome

here.

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JADE:

Stop trying to play big brother.

I'm a grown woman. You gotta lotta

nerve. Mookie, you can hardly pay

your rent and you're gonna tell me

what to do. Come off it.

MOOKIE:

One has nuthin' to do with the other.

JADE:

Oh, it doesn't, huh! You got your

little 250 dollars a week plus

tips...

MOOKIE:

I'm getting paid...

JADE:

...peanuts.

MOOKIE:

Pretty soon I'll be making a move.

JADE:

I truly hope so. I'm tired of

supporting a grown man.

INT:
CONTROL BOOTH--DUSK

CLOSE--MISTER SEÑOR LOVE DADDY

MISTER SEÑOR LOVE DADDY

As the evening slowly falls upon us

living here in Brooklyn, New York,

this is ya Love Daddy rappin' to

you. Right now we're gonna open up

the Love Lines. Hello, you're on

Love Daddy's Love Line. No names,

please. Let's keep it anonymous.

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