Next Friday Page #4

CRAIG:

You straight?

DAY-DAY

Yeah, I'm alright. Is my face still

orange to you?

Day-Day's face looks sunburned.

CRAIG:

Just a little.

DAY-DAY

I can't taste nothing.

CRAIG:

What's the matter with your girlfriend?

DAY-DAY

Man, it's a long story. I met D'Wana

three months ago. She had a little pudge

in her stomach but I didn't pay it no

attention. Come to find out, she six

months pregnant. Saying I'm the daddy!

CRAIG:

What?

DAY-DAY

Yeah, I broke up with her two Fridays ago

and she's been harassing me ever since.

She don't care about the restraining

order or nothing.

CRAIG:

Restraining order? Where the hell you

meet this girl?

DAY-DAY

I went back to Watts to sell my old car

and met her on the way. Worst day of my

life.

CRAIG:

Damn, you got a stalker.

DAY-DAY

That ain't the worst part. Her little

sister, Baby D. She's the one that gets

real physical. But I got a restraining

order on her, too.

CRAIG:

You got a restraining order on a little

girl named Baby D?

DAY-DAY

(very serious)

You don't know Baby D.

He looks at his watch.

DAY-DAY (cont'd)

I gotta get to Pinky's before I get fired

like you.

Day-Day exits. Craig is close behind.

EXT. UNCLE ELROY'S HOUSE - CONTINUOUS

As they walk out the front door, someone catches Craig's eye.

It's KARLA (23), the Joker brothers' fine sister. She's

leaning against the lowrider, looking into her purse. She

waves at them.

KARLA:

(friendly)

Hi!

Craig and Day-Day are mesmerized.

BOTH:

(waving back)

HEY!

Craig and Karla's eyes meet. She smiles.

CRAIG:

Who is that?

DAY-DAY

That's the sister.

CRAIG:

Yo know what? I'm starting to like

Rancho Cucamonga.

DAY-DAY

I know what 'cha thinking. I thought the

same thing. But it can't happen.

CRAIG:

Why?

DAY-DAY

Because, it's been a little tension

between us ever since they got out the

joint and ran their momma crazy. And I'm

just trying to keep the peace. We moved

out here to get away from that sh*t.

Day-Day walks over to his Beamer. Craig follows.

CLOSE-UP

Big scratch on the side of Day-Day's car.

WIDER:

DAY-DAY (cont'd)

It ain't that bad, is it?

Craig is still looking at Karla.

DAY-DAY (cont'd)

Craig! It ain't that bad, is it?

CRAIG:

Yeah, it's bad. And that scratch make it

ugly.

Day-Day is starting to get mad.

CRAIG (cont'd)

It's long and crooked...make you not

wanna even drive it.

DAY-DAY

Alright, alright... I see what you

talking about.

Karla looks at her watch and starts to walk up the street.

This is Craig's chance.

CRAIG:

Hold up, Day-Day.

He trots after her.

DAY-DAY

Let it go.

Karla is still walking.

CRAIG:

Hey! Hey!

She stops and waits for him.

CRAIG (cont'd)

I'm Day-Day's cousin, Craig. What's your

name?

KARLA:

Karla.

CRAIG:

Craig and Karla, damn that sound pretty

good together. Where you going?

KARLA:

To the Cucamonga shopping center.

CRAIG:

Oh yeah, why you walking?

KARLA:

My brothers won't give me a ride.

Day-Day is about to have a heart attack. He's looking back

and forth between Craig and Karla, and the Joker's house

where somebody is looking out the window.

DAY-DAY

(to himself)

Just get the number and come on. Just

get the number and come on.

Back at the "Love Connection," Craig has Karla smiling.

CRAIG:

You want us to give you a ride?

KARLA:

I don't know.

CRAIG:

What you mean, you don't know? Just wait

here.

Craig starts to trot over towards Day-Day. Day-Day is

frantically waving Craig to hurry.

CRAIG (cont'd)

What are you worried about?

Day-Day's eyes get as big as golf balls.

DAY-DAY

Cheeco!

Craig turns to see the pit bull "Cheeco" running right after

him.

KARLA:

Cheeco, no!

Craig runs right towards Day-Day's BMW.

DAY-DAY

Oh sh*t, jump!

They both jump on top of Day-Day's BMW with CHEECO coming up

fast. He's BARKING viciously.

ACROSS STREET:

Joker, Li'l Joker and Baby Joker are across the street

laughing. Karla is embarrassed.

ON BMW:

Craig is breathing hard but he's calm, but Day-Day is

terrified.

DAY-DAY (cont'd)

Hey, Joker! Stop playing, man! Call the

dog back!

They continue to laugh. Craig pulls his belt off. He swings

it and hits Cheeco in the middle of his forehead with the

buckle. The DOG CRIES and runs back across the street.

The Jokers aren't laughing anymore. Joker stares at Craig.

Craig stares back. You can feel the tension. Joker kicks

the dog.

JOKER:

Get yo dumb ass in the back.

CHEECO HOLLERS. Craig and Day-Day get off the top of the

BMW.

DAY-DAY

Look at my roof.

Big dents in the roof of his BMW.

DAY-DAY (cont'd)

Man, why you do that? I told you not to

talk to that girl.

CRAIG:

Why not? She was cool with it.

Day-Day gets into the car.

DAY-DAY

So.

CRAIG:

What you mean, so?

DAY-DAY

If you 'get into it' with them S.A.'s and

start a feud, you can always go back to

home. I gotta live here. Just remember

that.

He slams the door, starts the car and backs up. Leaving

Craig standing there. He sees Karla walking away. He looks

over at the Jokers. They're still staring hard. Craig just

looks away and walks into the house.

INT. UNCLE ELROY'S HOUSE - CONTINUOUS

Craig steps into the house.

UNCLE ELROY:

Nephew, you got perfect timing...

Uncle Elroy is sitting on the couch. He has a Phillies'

Blunt (cigar) in one hand, a razor blade in the other.

UNCLE ELROY (cont'd)

We about to start a little puff, puff

give in this mothafucka. Are you down?

Suga is sippin' on a glass of wine. She moves over, making

room in the middle.

SUGA:

(patting the couch)

Come on, Craig. Sit down right here.

Craig does. Suga moves closer, boxing him in nice and tight.

Uncle Elroy licks the cigar.

UNCLE ELROY:

I know you smoke weed, right?

CRAIG:

Why you say that?

UNCLE ELROY:

'Cause your lips is getting black.

Uncle Elroy takes the razor and starts to cut the cigar the

long way.

UNCLE ELROY (cont'd)

All I smoke is blunts. Them f***in'

Zigzags don't do nothing for me.

Uncle Elroy scrapes the cigar shavings into a nearby trash

can (that's overflowing with cigar shavings already). Suga

presses against Craig.

SUGA:

Would you like a glass of wine, baby?

CRAIG:

No thank you. It's too early.

Uncle Elroy stuffs the open cigar full of weed. He's

concentrating.

UNCLE ELROY:

Boy, I can roll a blunt better than them

b*tches in Havana. I know Willie don't

let'cha smoke in the house, but I'm ya

uncle. I don't care how high you get in

my house. Long as you let me hit it...

He licks and rolls.

UNCLE ELROY (cont'd)

Look at that.

It's perfect.

SUGA:

Fire it up, Roy.

Uncle Elroy grabs the lighter.

UNCLE ELROY:

Now I'mma show you the real "Puff Daddy."

He lights the blunt. Craig's watching, so is Suga. Uncle

Elroy holds the smoke in for a very long time. Maybe too

long...'cause his eyes start to bulge, and he starts to toke

(cough with your mouth closed). And toke. And toke. And

toke. It looks like he's about to bust when he lets out a

big puff of smoke. Then he starts to cough, and cough, and

cough out of control.

Craig and Suga are amazed at this display. Uncle Elroy falls

to the floor on his hands and knees. Still coughing. He

falls on his back and passes the blunt to Craig.

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