Malcolm X Page #4
- PG-13
- Year:
- 1992
- 202 min
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TWO-SHOT. They are dancing closer than before. Sophia begins
to rock his black world.
CLOSE - MALCOLM
Trying to play it cool -- but he is beginning to pant. Not
from the dancing, but from the situation: a gorgeous white
chick asking for it.
SOPHIA:
Why don't you take your little girl
home, Red, and come on back?
He stops in his tracks. He can't believe it.
SOPHIA:
Just walk. Don't run. It'll be here
when you get back.
He can only grin.
EXT. LAURA'S HOUSE - ROXBURY - NIGHT
The porch of a respectable house. Malcolm with Laura; he
anxious to get away.
MALCOLM:
I better not come in.
LAURA:
I ain't stupid.
MALCOLM:
I mean it's late, baby.
LAURA:
I know where you're going.
MALCOLM:
I'm going to bed. I gotta work
tomorrow, need my rest.
Laura walks to the door.
MALCOLM:
Baby, I'll call you tomorrow.
LAURA:
What for? I ain't white and I don't
put out.
The front door opens, it's Laura's grandmother, MRS. JOHNSON.
MALCOLM:
'Night, Mrs. Johnson.
He runs down the porch steps.
INT. SOPHIA'S CAR - NIGHT
The lone light emits from the car radio which plays The
Inkspots' "IF I DIDN'T CARE."
ANGLE - SOPHIA
Sophia pulls her tight sweater over her head to expose two
full ripe white breasts. Malcolm's eyes are popping out of
his head. NOTE:
It's very unusual for women not to wear abra back in that day but you might say Sophia was way ahead
of her time.
SOPHIA:
Malcolm, look at them. Have you ever
seen white breasts like these?
CLOSE - MALCOLM
He shakes his head.
SOPHIA:
Put your black hands on them.
He is paralyzed.
SOPHIA:
Please do as I say.
Malcolm mumbles something. He then kisses Sophia as if his
black life depended on it and he commences to kill it.
SOPHIA:
Hey, baby.
She stops him for a moment, but he buries his head in her
long neck.
SOPHIA:
Am I the first white woman you've
been with?
She already knows the answer. He laughs.
MALCOLM:
Sheeet, you ain't. I had aplenty.
SOPHIA:
...That isn't a whore?
Knowing she's right, Sophia becomes the aggressor.
A beat -- both panting -- then Malcolm stops abruptly. He
raises his hand to his face, then to Sophia's hand which is
still caressing him.
SOPHIA:
That's alright. Baby, take your time.
Sophia's not going anywhere. I told
you to walk, don't run.
MALCOLM:
Shhhh! I don't like women that talk.
CLOSE - SOPHIA
She shrugs, then moves to embrace him.
SOPHIA:
Who wants to talk?
The couple starts at it again.
INT. MOVIE THEATRE - DAY
On the screen, Bogart and Cagney are blasting away the dirty,
flat-footed coppers with machine guns. It's one of those
great Warner Brothers gangster B movies, maybe The Roaring
Twenties.
Malcolm and Shorty sit, transfixed in their seats.
MALCOLM:
Don't you know, you can't hump the
Bogart.
SHORTY:
Eat lead, coppers.
EXT. BOSTON COMMONS - DAY
A bright, sunny day, long shadows in the park. The Commons
is almost empty. Two improbable zoot-suited blacks race past
trees, and run over the grass. Malcolm and Shorty are playing
Cops and Robbers while PASSERSBY stare.
SHORTY:
Bang, bang. You're dead.
MALCOLM:
Naw, you missed me, copper. Try this
on for size.
Malcolm fires an imaginary tommy machine gun at Shorty.
SHORTY:
I forgot to tell you I'm wearing a
bulletproof vest.
MALCOLM:
The hell you are.
SHORTY:
I'm tired of always playing the cops.
MALCOLM:
You're too small to be Bogart.
SHORTY:
I'm not too short to be Cagney.
Shorty shoots Malcolm from behind.
SHORTY:
Pow. Take that.
Malcolm acts as if he's been hit.
MALCOLM:
Ahhh! You got me, you dirty, filthy,
rotten, stinking copper, only a low-
down yellow rat bastard would shoot
a man in the back.
Malcolm starts to stagger, this is a long drawn out Hollywood
drawn-out death a la Cagney death in Public Enemy.
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