Kids Page #10

CASPER:

Yo, that weed is mad good.

Hamilton gets ready to puff.

HAMILTON:

Hells yeah. Gimmie a taste of the

mothafuckin chronic.

Casper rubs his eyes.

Hamilton puffs on the little roach.

Casper grabs somebody's skateboard and stands on it. He

starts rolling around slowly and doing some tricks.

The other kids continue to smoke. They watch Casper and

laugh.

Casper is slowly trying to do tricks, but he's so stoned that

he just falls off.

As he skates in front of is friends he doesn't pay any

attention to where he's going.

A tall HOODLUM with gold front teeth is walking by. He is

wearing all Polo and a thick white Fila headband. He is

biting down on a chew stick.

The hoodlum walks by. He has a certain ominous strut. He is

looking at the ground as he walks.

.

He takes the chew stick out of his mouth and looks at some

girl's ass as she walks by. He makes a little noise with his

mouth.

As the hoodlum walks by, Casper is rolling backward, not

paying attention. He rolls into the hoodlum's heels. Casper

falls down and laughs. Everyone watching laughs, including

Telly who is still sitting with Misha.

Casper jumps up and grabs his skateboard. The hoodlum is

turned around. Casper walks up to him with a smile.

60.

CASPER:

Yo, sorry money.

The hoodlum is a good seven inches taller than Casper. He

puts his arms out like he's upset.

HOODLUM:

Yeah watch the f*** where you

skate. You know what I'm saying?

CASPER:

(smiling)

Yeah, watch where you walk dukes.

HOODLUM:

What?

CASPER:

Nuffin G. Just forget it.

HOODLUM:

What the f*** yo? You wanna catch a

beat down?

Casper throws his skateboard down. He quickly turns around

and pulls his pants up. He runs right up to the hoodlum and

he looks up at him.

CASPER:

Sup then? Sup?

HOODLUM:

Come on b*tch. Throw your fists up.

EXT. THE CEMENT BENCHES - DAY

Telly and Misha are watching. Telly stands up.

TELLY:

Uh oh. Casper's in the mix.

He quickly walks up.

EXT. THE FOUNTAIN - DAY

All the guys jump up and start screaming.

STEVEN:

Oh sh*t. Throw down.

Steven and all the guys run up and surround the hoodlum. They

all start screaming taunts. "F*** 'em up Casper!"

61.

Casper is inches from the hoodlum. They are both in a

fighting stance. Casper keeps pulling his pants up. Casper

has a huge smile on his face, like this is his favorite thing

in the whole world.

CASPER:

Sup. Sup.

HOODLUM:

Come on nigga. Sup, sup then? Stop

faking moves.

CASPER:

I'm gonna f*** you up b*tch.

They are both right about to swing.

Everyone in the whole park has turned their attention to the

scuffle.

All of a sudden, out of nowhere, Harold runs up behind the

Hoodlum and with the truck of his skateboard, smashes the guy

in the back of the head. A huge thud is heard and the hoodlum

just kinda falls forward on his knees.

Casper, with a big smile, steps back and kicks the guy in the

face as hard as he can.

Everyone gets in a big circle around the fallen hoodlum.

They're all screaming. Even the girls are screaming. "F***

'em up!"

Harold continues hitting the hoodlum with his skateboard.

Hitting him on the legs and stomach.

Casper is jumping up and down on the hoodlum's head.

CASPER (cont’d)

(everytime he kicks the

guy he says this)

Suck my dick! Suck my dick! Suck my

dick!

All of a sudden, all the skateboarders in the park, including

Hamilton and Steven, take their boards and start smashing

this guy, over and over.

The hoodlum is on the ground holding his head, as everyone

frantically tries to kill him.

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The focus should be on the face of the skateboarders. How

much they are enjoying this. They continue to pound him, over

and over, like animals in on the prey.

This should look very scary, as twenty guys try to kill the

fallen hoodlum. Even little kids are in the middle, beating

the guy.

Telly looks up to the sky. He makes a loud noise as he clears

his throat, like he's gathering mucus. Then he puts his arms

down and stops some of the kids from hitting the hoodlum. His

face is completely cracked and bloody. Telly steps over him

and spits a huge phlegm wad onto his face.

.

Casper, still smiling, kicks the guy in the face.

CASPER (cont’d)

Suck my dick, Suck my dick. Suck my

dick.

Everyone stops kicking the guy and they all get kinda silent

and look at him. He looks completely twisted, bloody, and

dead.

Casper bends over, right in his face.

CASPER (cont’d)

(smiling)

Now get in my way! B*tch.

CUT TO BLACK:

INT. / EXT. TAXICAB - GOING DOWNTOWN - EVENING

Jennie is in the back of a speeding cab. She is looking out

the window. Her face looks sad.

The TAXI DRIVER is a funny looking old man. He's wearing a

jockey hat and a Hawaiian shirt. He has air fresheners

hanging from the mirror. He is chewing on a big wet cigar. He

has a half shaved beard. He looks like a dirty old man.

Jennie looks dazed.

As the taxi driver drives, he looks in his mirror at Jennie.

He pulls his cigar out of his mouth and then puts it back in.

Jazz is playing on the radio.

TAXI DRIVER:

Excuse me. Can I ask you a

question?

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Jennie just shrugs.

TAXI DRIVER (cont’d)

Can I ask you a question? I'm

sorry. I don't mean to be a pest.

JENNIE:

What?

TAXI DRIVER:

Well, I don't mean to be a pest. It

was just that I was looking at you.

And you look upset. I liked looking

at you, but your face looks upset.

And I was wondering if I could be

of any assistance? Maybe I could

cheer you up or somethin. Help make

you happy. Who knows? Somethin

maybe.

As the taxi driver talks, he looks in the mirror, and then

looks at the road. He is driving fast and clumsy. He pulls

out his cigar and then puts it back in his mouth.

JENNIE:

No. I'm OK. Thanks.

TAXI DRIVER:

You're OK?

JENNIE:

Yeah.

TAXI DRIVER:

Because gee, you don't look OK. I

mean your a very beautiful young

lady. It's just that you look

troubled that's all...

JENNIE:

Yeah well, it's been a bad day.

TAXI DRIVER:

A bad day! You wanna hear a bad

day? Yesterday my son was smashed

over by a car and when my wife

found out she collapsed on the

floor. She had a minor heart

attack. Partial paralysis. But I

don't let myself get sad. No way.

Not me. It's not good for the soul.

The taxi driver begins to laugh a really squeaky laugh.

64.

JENNIE:

Sorry.

TAXI DRIVER:

Oh it's OK. That's life. Maybe

tomorrow I'll win lotto. Who knows?

You don't. No one does.

Jennie continues to look glumly out the window.

.

TAXI DRIVER (cont’d)

You know. I could tell you were sad

by the way your eyes drooped. Like

an adopted kid. That's the way an

adopted kid's eyes look. All sad

like that. All droopy and sweet.

Like the honey that I lick off my

finger.

He starts to laugh. Jennie continues to look sadly out the

window.

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