The Ladykillers Page #5
QUARTERBACK:
You the man!
A very, very present VOICE (HUDSON):
HUDSON (O.S.)
Me the man?
TEAM:
Huh!
LINE OF SCRIMMAGE
The same breathing and count.
On "Hike!" we sprint downfield.
The same distant defender sprinting toward us.
We hear low but very present a dismayed:
HUDSON (O.S.)
Unh... oh no...
Our breathing is torn by rasping wheezes of effort as we
continue to run.
We look back.
Every player is looking directly at us.
A huge spiralling football coming at us -- too close, too
soon -- and--
BONK!
It bounces off our mouth guard and flies up.
HUDSON (O.S.)
...sh*t...
We are looking forward just as
CRUNCH!
We are hit by the defender.
We once again land face-up.
Very steeply FORESHORTENED, right over us, we see the defender
juggling the live ball.
With a moan, our own hand reaches weakly up towards the ball
and the high, distant defender.
He finally gathers in the ball and securely tucks it, and
starts back upfield.
We climb wearily to our feet. We look back upfield just in
time to see the defender start an elaborate victory dance in
the end zone. He pauses for a moment to point a gloved hand
directly at us, then resumes his strut.
Shouting from the sidelines brings our PANNING attention
over.
The coach, face twisted with fury, is shouting at us and
using his clipboard to wave us off the field.
We trot toward the sidelines.
All of our teammates stare at us �- some in shock, some in
anger, some in pity.
At the sideline bench our POV swings round as we seat ourself.
A hand reaches up to the mouth guard to pull off the helmet
and we
MATCH CUT TO:
Our first OBJECTIVE SHOT as the player (HUDSON) finishes
pulling off his helmet. He is a big blond boy. His entire
body, including his face, is solidly built.
An offscreen Voice:
COACH (O.S.)
Hudson!
The boy, Hudson, turns to look, and we cut to one last
POV:
The COACH is striding up, swinging his clipboard at the
camera:
with a loud CRUNCH! it brings on:BLACK:
EXT. MINI-MALL / HI-HO DONUT - DAY
HIGH ANGLE:
It is a typical sunbaked concrete strip mall with a Seven-
Eleven, a launderette, and a Hi-Ho Donut. The Hi-Ho Donut
sign shows a pink donut with sprinkles and says in much
smaller lettering: And Croissants.
A beat-up Impala pulls into the lot, pulsing hip-hop music.
After a long rumbling idle the ignition is killed. Both front
doors open. Two BLACK KIDS get out and look around with a
manner that is if anything too casual.
INT. HI-HO DONUT - DAY
There is faint muzak and loud air-conditioner hum. Glass
cases display donuts identified as GLAZED, JELLY, and FANCIES.
Fancies ooze yellow goo. The jelly on the jelly donuts is
developing a crust of age. The glazed also look moth-eaten.
One customer, a disheveled older man, sits at one of the
little formica tables staring into a coffee cup. Next to the
coffee is a brown paper bag from which a straw protrudes.
Behind the counter is a middle-aged VIETNAMESE WOMAN in a
neat white blouse.
The two youths enter pulling out enormous handguns from
underneath their windbreakers.
YOUTH #1
All right Dragon Lady, give us all
the f***in' money!
YOUTH #1
We want that donut money!
VIETNAMESE WOMAN
Yao gin nyap!
A man appears from the kitchen in back. He is a middle-aged
Vietnamese gentleman in a crisply pressed khaki leisure suit.
An ascot is knotted at his neck. He wears aviator eyeglasses.
In his mouth smolders a half-burned-down filterless cigarette.
This, we shall learn later, is THE GENERAL.
YOUTH #2
Okay papa-san, we want that donut
money.
YOUTH #1
And we ain't f***in' around, Mr. Hi-
Ho.
VIETNAMESE WOMAN
Hi-Ho.
The two youths look at her briefly. Nothing else is
forthcoming.
The drunk looks up from his paper bag.
YOUTH #2
Look, this f***in' thing, it ain't
complicated. You give us all the
f***in money, you don't get shot in
the head, you make more donuts, get
more money. That's how it works,
see?
The General stares at him. As with his wife, none of it seems
to register; unlike his wife, he seems unperturbed.
YOUTH #1
Give us the money!
He is pointing the gun directly at the General's head.
YOUTH #1
...You got three f***in' seconds.
You understand one-two-three? I'm
gonna count one-two-three and then
shoot. Okay? Three sec�- huh!
The General has swung his fist up to hook two fingers inside
the youth's nostrils. His gun clatters to the floor. The
fingers are way, way up his nose. Only one knuckle shows on
each finger.
The youth is staring cross-eyed at his own nose.
His friend is also stupefied.
YOUTH #1
(very nasal)
His fingers are way the f*** up my
nose.
YOUTH #2
GET... YA FINGAS... OUT... THE
MAN'S... NOSE!
The General still impassively sucks on his cigarette. The
first youth is on the verge of tears:
YOUTH #1
I think they're in my brain, man...
YOUTH #2
MOTHERFUCK!
He raises his gun to start firing.
As he does so the General uses his hook-hold on the other
youth's nose to slam his head backwards, down into some
Fancies.
The door opens and a customer walks in, a semi-elderly lady
with a cane.
Youth #2, eyes rolling, wildly swings to cover the door,
then back to the General who has his friend's head pressed
into the Fancies, then uncertainly over to the Vietnamese
woman who is loudly yelling at him in Vietnamese.
Cigarette still dangling from his lower lip, the General
calmly plucks a pot of coffee from the coffee warmer and
tosses it into Youth #2's face.
Youth #2 screams.
EXT. HI-HO DONUT - DAY
HIGH ANGLE:
The car is still pulsing hip-hop music. Youth #2 stumbles
out of the Hi-Ho, hands covering his face and sinks to his
knees.
INT. HI-HO DONUT - DAY
The General now has the first youth's face pressed into the
Fancies from behind. Without disturbing his smoking, the
General repeatedly kicks the youth in the ass.
His wife, muttering irritably in Vietnamese, is wheeling a
water bucket and mop to where the floor is covered with
coffee.
INT. CHURCH - DAY
At the CUT many voices are swelling in a song of worship. It
is a black Baptist church, and the music has great energy.
The white-robed choir finishes singing; a preacher takes the
podium.
PREACHER:
I know you all remember that when
Moses came down the mountain, carrying
the word a God, come down that Sinai
peak, he caught those Israelites red-
handed. What he catch 'em doin'? He
caught 'em worshipping a golden calf.
Shouts of "That's right!"
PREACHER:
...He caught 'em with their backs
turned on God!
More shouts of "That's right!"
PREACHER:
...He caught 'em worshipping a FALSE
God! A God of EARTHLY things! He
caught them Israelites in DECLINE!
"He caught 'em!"
PREACHER:
...Because backslidin' is DECLINE,
brothers and sisters! You hear talk
these days, and I know you've heard
this talk, you hear talk of DECLINE,
well all that means is we done turned
our back on God!
"That's right!"
PREACHER:
...People say civilization doin'
this, civilization doin' that,
civilization in DECLINE! Well it
ain't no civilization! It ain't no
them! It's US, brothers and sisters!
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