Magnolia Page #10

CORONER WOMAN:

-- she's got six hundred dollars and

a large box of condoms next to the bed --

OFFICER #1

And three wedding rings.

DETECTIVE #1

Ok.

CORONER WOMAN:

-- guys come in, out and around all day,

this is the building guy talking --

OFFICER:

The building guy says The Son and The

Closet guy are always goin' at it --

CORONER WOMAN:

That's right.

DETECTIVE #1

And what is she saying?

OFFICER:

Not a god damn thing.

CAMERA lands CU on Jim Kurring.

ANGLE, COURTYARD AREA - THAT MOMENT

Another set of Detectives/Officers/Investigators are standing

over Marcie, who sits handcuffed. She has her best, "I'm not

saying anything" face on. Again, they're OC througout;

OFFICER #2

Why did you kill him, Marcie?

DETECTIVE #3

Did you kill him?

OFFICER #2

Did he hurt you, did he do something?

DETECTIVE #4

How long's he been in there?

DETECTIVE #3

You're hurting yourself, Marcie.

OFFICER #3

You have the dead body of your husband

in the closet of your apartment, Marcie.

OFFICER #2

That Is Not Good.

DETECTIVE #3

You hit him with the ashtray,

you strangled him --

DETECTIVE #4

-- tell us he fell and hit his head,

but tell us something, Marcie.

OFFICER #2

Why did you kill him?

The Main Detective from previous steps into FRAME, says:

DETECTIVE #1

-- Marcie:
Where's your son? Marcie?

Marcie? Marcie tell us where your Son is now.

Marcie tell us where your son is.

CAMERA arrives CU on Marcie.

MARCIE:

I wanna talk to my motherfuckin' lawyer.

ANGLE, STREET OUTSIDE APARTMENT COMPLEX - LATER

The investigation is wrapping up now and CAMERA (STEADICAM)

moves with Jim Kurring as he heads towards his squad car,

talking into his WALKIE TALKIE. (Dir. Note: technical info re:

disturbance at adress/Jim takes call/etc.)

WALKIE VOICE:

...4277 Tujunga...

JIM KURRING:

10-4.

Out of the group of neighborhood lookie-lo's comes a little black

kid who starts walking alongside Jim Kurring as they head away

from the scene -- this is DIXON, age 10. He's very small for his age

and he carries one of those boxes filled with Candy Bars he's trying

to sell. They walk/talk;

DIXON:

How much you pay me for my help?

JIM KURRING:

I think it's more complicated

than that little man.

DIXON:

Put me on the payroll, find out,

find out wassup --

JIM KURRING:

You don't just sign up to be a police

officer -- it's about three years of

training -- ok?

DIXON:

I'm trained, I'm ready to go, you wanna

buy some candy to help underprivelaged

youth in the --

JIM KURRING:

Sorry, little man.

DIXON:

You wanna take my statement, I'll

perform for you, gotta get paid though,

gotta get PAID.

JIM KURRING:

Why the hell aren't you in school?

DIXON:

No school today. My teacher got sick.

JIM KURRING:

They don't have substitute teachers

where you go to school?

DIXON:

Nope. So what'd they find out in there?

JIM KURRING:

That's confidential information, little man.

DIXON:

Tell me what you know, I'll tell you

what I know --

JIM KURRING:

No Can Do.

DIXON:

Leave this one to the detectives,

they ain't gonna solve sh*t, I can

help you, make you the man with a plan,

give you the gift that I flow -- think

fast -- you wanna know who killed that guy?

Jim Kurring stops at his Squad Car, turns to Dixon;

JIM KURRING:

Ok. Listen. You:
c'mere.

DIXON:

No.

JIM KURRING:

You wanna disrespect an officer of the law?

DIXON:

I can help you solve the case,

I can tell you who did it.

JIM KURRING:

Are you a joker? huh? Tellin' jokes?

DIXON:

I'm a rapper.

JIM KURRING:

Oh, you're a rapper, huh? You got a

record contract?

DIXON:

Not yet -- "give you the clue for

the bust if you show me some trust --"

JIM KURRING:

Have you ever been to Juvenille Hall?

DIXON:

I ain't f***in with you --

JIM KURRING:

Hey. Watch the mouth. Watch it.

DIXON:

C'mon, man, just watch me, watch and listen --

JIM KURRING:

Go. Hurry up. Let's go.

Dixon places his box of candy down and starts dancing around.

Jim Kurring stands beside his squad car.

DIXON:

Presence - with a double ass meaning

gifts I bestow, with my riff, and my flow

but you don't hear me though

think fast, catch me, yo

cause I throw what I know with a

Resonance - fo'yo'trouble-ass fiend in

weenin yo-self off the back of the shelf

Jackass crackas, bodystackas

dicktootin niggas, masturbatin' yo trigga

butcha y'all just fake-ass niggas --

JIM KURRING:

-- watch the mouth, homeboy, I don't

need to hear that word --

DIXON:

-- livin' to get older

with a chip on your shoulder

'cept you think you got a grip,

cauze you hip gotta holster?

Ain't no confessor, so busta, you best just

Shut The f*** up, try to listen and learn --

JIM KURRING:

Alright, alright, cut it, coolio.

That's enough with the mouth and

the language.

DIXON:

I'm almost done.

JIM KURRING:

Finish it up without the lip.

DIXON:

Check that ego - come off it -

I'm the profit - the proffesor

Ima teach you 'bout The Worm,

who eventually turned to catch wreck

with the neck of a long time oppressor

And he's runnin from the devil, but the

debt is always gaining

And if he's worth being hurt, he's worth

bringin' pain in -

When the sunshine don't work, the Good Lord

bring the rain in.

HOLD ON KURRING.

DIXON:

Now that sh*t will help you SOLVE the case.

JIM KURRING:

Whatever that meant, I'm sure it's

real helpful Ice-T.

Kurring gets behind the wheel, Dixon hustles over;

DIXON:

Did you listen to me?

JIM KURRING:

I was listening --

DIXON:

-- I told you who did it and you're not

listening to me.

JIM KURRING:

-- and I'm through playin' games.

Kurring closes his door and drives off...(Director's Note: Reference

notes for SOUND design here, carries over cut...)

CUT TO:

MUSIC QUE starts, builds over the following cut and through sequence;

INT. SCHOOL LIBRARY - DAYSequence C

CAMERA PUSHES IN SLOW on STANLEY as he sits at a desk...piles of

books spread out in front of him....

OVERHEAD ANGLE, LOOKING STRAIGHT DOWN ONTO:

All the books he has in front of him, we catch glimpses of things:

"How Things Work" "Forensic Studies" "The Guiness Book of World

Records" "The Natural History of Nonsense" "Weather" "Learned Pigs..."

INSERT, CU. IMAGES of the book about weather. CAMERA scans, dissolves

and moves around various images of ancient BAROMETERS, HYGROMETERS

from the 1700's. We see 16th Century French comic strips regarding

weather as cartoon characters. Aristotle pointing to the sky.

Scan past the words, "...our quest to understand and predict the

weather reaches back to the Stone Age..."

CU - Stanley's face as he reads. SLOW ZOOM IN.

CU - School Bell RINGS.

CU - He grabs his books.

CUT TO:

EXT. SCHOOL - PICK UP AREA - MOMENTS LATER

CAMERA (STEADICAM) follows behind Stanley as he heads, with all his

backpacks, towards Rick, who's waiting in the car --

RICK:

C'mon, man.

STANLEY:

You're late, not me.

RICK:

You coulda been in front --

STANLEY:

-- I didn't see you from the window.

Rick helps him get the bags in the car. CAMERA stays real TIGHT

following STANLEY'S FACE....he sits in the car....OC we hear Rick

getting in the driver's seat and starting the enqine...little droplets

of RAIN start to fall on the windshield....

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