Poetic Justice Page #8

53 EXT. JESSIES APARTIMENT-DAY Where we see Jessie leaning up against her car, a

1 992 Lexus. She takes the last toke of her

cigarette and throws it on the ground and extinguishes it with her sharp-ass

shoes. In the background we hear Heywood say, "We been

waiting for half an hour. She ain't coming! Let her catch up!"

Jessie gets in the car and drives away as Justice's voice clicks in on her

machine.

JESSIE (V.O.):
Leave me a message. Okay? Thank you.

JUSTICE (V.O.) Jessie, it's me, Justice. You there? Well, I'm running a (she

decides it's futile) Sh*t!

53A INT. JUSTICE'S HOME--DAY

BACK TO JUSTICE'S HOME

ANOTHER ANGLE As she hangs up the phone. She thinks for a second, then dials

some more digits.

JUSTICE:
Iesha? What's up, cow?

54 EXT. JUSTICE'S HOME--DAY Where Justice and Iesha walk past Justice's car.

IESHA:
I'm telling you, girl, you gonna have fun. There ain't nothing like this.

Justice gives her car a kick and the alarm goes off. She quickly turns It off

with her key. As they walk out, we follow with them until

we let them cross and are on their backs to reveal the truck, which is a 1990

Ford-made U.S. Mail truck. It is all white with the

government seal painted on both its sides. Justice stops in her tracks.

JUSTICE AND IESHA As Justice takes in the sight of the truck, Iesha is all

smiles, in contrast to Justice's discomfort.

JUSTICE:
I don't believe I'm doing this.

IESHA:
C'mon, we gonna have fun.

They walk toward the truck, and we see Lucky in the front seat. Lucky switches

his US. Mail cap to a more comfortable Sox hat. He

smiles at Justice. Offscreen we hear Chicago in the back of the truck.

CHICAGO (0.S.):
Muthafucka say that girl from Ethiopia! That b*tch from Compton!

How she gonna be from Ethiopia and have a kid

named Lammar?

LUCKY:
She look it, though.

Justice walks back to Iesha on the side of the truck.

JUSTICE:
I don't know about this.

IESHA:
Why you gotta be a buster? C'mon, take a chance for a change! Cow!

55 INT. THE TRUCK---DAY Where Lucky looks back at Chicago.

CHICAGO:
She Ane, Loc.

LUCKY:
Humph, I know that hoe. Crazy ass. She work in a beauty shop on Fifty-

fourth.

THE PASSENGER DOOR Where Justice and Iesha get into the truck. Lucky goes back

into his quiet, cool, unassuming mode. Iesha

is all smiles as she does the introductions.

IESHA:
Lucky. This my friend Justice. Justice, this is Lucky.

JUSTICE (with attitude): Hi.

LUCKY:
Whatsup.

THE BACK SEAT Where we see Iesha and Chicago.

IESHA:
And you know Chicago already.

CHICAGO:
Whatsup, baby.

IESHA:
Baby? Well. Let's go.

Lucky starts up the engine.

56 EXT THE TRUCK--DAY We see the front of the truck: Ford symbol all up in our

faces. We PAN past the US. Mail symbol.

57 INT. THE TRUCK--DAY Lucky shifts into first gear as we TILT UP and he smiles

at Justice. JUSTICE Who is not amused. She

puts on sunglasses.

58 EXT. THE TRUCK--DAY

WIDE As we see the truck turn in the street to make a U.

59 EXT CRENSHAW BOULEVARD--DAY Where we see the truck go up the street and end

on a Crenshaw sign. They are leaving

their part of the city.

60 INT. THE TRUCK--DAY From inside we see the overpass of the 10 freeway come

up. INSERT The 10 freeway West.

A TRAFFIC LIGHT Which we hear and see turn red.

61 EXT. CORNER OF ADAMS AND CRENSHAW--DAY Where we see the truck come to stop.

THE TRUCK Where Lucky waits for the light. He looks over on the other side of

the street.

THE BUS STOP Where an Old Woman gets her pocketbook stolen.

BACK TO LUCKY Who makes an expression that reads "Oh, well." There is no shock

on his face. That's the way of the world, as

Earth, Wind and Fire sa;ys.

62 EXT. THE TRUCK: BACK--DAY Iesha and Chicago affectionately play with each

other, lesha gives him a couple of love taps.

CHICAGO (laughs): You can't make your mind up whether you wanna kiss me or hit

me, huh? That your way of saying you like my

ass?

IESHA (jokingly): I don't.

CHICAGO (makes a muscle): Feel that. Feel that muscle. That's man stuff.

IESHA:
That ain't sh*t.

Chicago grabs one of her breasts.

IESHA:
Oww, sh*t! Muthafucka, don't be grabbing my tittie like that !

ANGLE ON JUSTICE Who glances behind her back at Iesha and Chicago and then into

the sideview mirror once again.

62A OMIT TIME SLOWS DOWN 63 EXT.: THE TEN FREEWAY-DAY

MONTAGE OF ROAD SIGNS Of various signs along the 10 freeway At first we go past

signs that read LA CIENEGA, CENTURY

CITY/BEVERLY HILLS, then we begin to read 405 NORTH SACRAMENTO. Different shots

of the truck traveling between dissolves.

64 EXT. DESERT HIGHWAY--DAY We start on a car as it comes in the other left-hand

lane, and as it goes past, we WHIP PAN with

it to reveal the truck. Lucky and Justice are in the front seat. Justice is

obviously bored out of her mind. Lucky adjusts his vision from

the road to her in an attempt to grab her attention.

65 INT. THE:
TRUCK--DAY Lucky is driving. He looks at Justice out of the corner

of his eye. Justice is looking out at the road. Her

face is concealed behind sunglasses. We cannot tell if she is lost in the

scenery or in her own world. THE BACK Where Chicago and

Iesha are asleep. Iesha is cradled in his arms. FRONT SEATS Where there is

virtual silence. All we can hear are the sounds of the

engine, the road, and other passing cars. Lucky attempts to break the ice.

LUCKY:
You kinda quiet, huh?

Justice doesn 't saty anything.

LUCKY:
Guess so.

JUSTICE:
Don't have nuthin to say.

LUCKY:
Why you so mean? What you got to be so mean about?

Justice remains silent. She continues looking out the window.

LUCKY:
Oh, so you one of them angry b*tches, huh? A feminist. Justice turns

around. Lucky has gotten her attention.

JUSTICE:
What did you call me?

LUCKY (matter offactly): I said you a mean b*tch.

JUSTICE (taking offher glasses): No, nigga! You don't call me no b*tch! You

don't know me! You don't know nothing about me!

LUCKY:
I know you a b*tch! Look at the way you actin. I been trying to act all

courteous and sh*t, and I gotta call you a b*tch to even

get your damn attention!

JUSTICE:
F*** you, I ain't no b*tch, I am a Black woman! I deserve respect! If

I'm a b*tch, yo momma's a b*tch!

LUCKY:
You a b*tch! We ain't talking about my momma! We talking about you! Think

you too fine to talk to nobody! L.A. b*tches!

I'm tired of'em!

Justice is fuming now.

JUSTICE:
Let me out!

LUCKY (coolly):
Where you gonna go, huh? Where you gonna go?

JUSTICE:
F*** you! I'll walk!

66 EXT. ROADSIDE--DAY Where we see the truck pull to the side of the road. The

passenger door opens, and Justice gets out, bag

in hand.

LUCKY:
Get tha f*** out then, b*tch! Walk your ass home! It'll do them big-ass

thighs of yours some good anyway! Cottage cheese

legs! Justice turns, fuming mad. The last thing you should joke about with a

woman is her weight, even if she has a nice body.

JUSTICE:
I better not see your ass around L.A. 'cause I'm gonna get some niggas

to f*** you up!

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