| 1. | |
| If you have the guts to be yourself...other people'll pay | |
| your price. | |
| - RABBIT ANGSTROM | |
| John Updike, "Rabbit, Run" | |
| 1 1. 1 | |
| Run it under a harsh green fluorescent light. CLOSE ON AN | |
| ANGRY BLONDE PUNK, his head flying in and out of frame. | |
| Hard against SOME GIRL'S face. Banging against a dirty | |
| mirror. Sweating. Moaning. | |
| GIRL | |
| Jim. Jim. Jimmy. Jimmy. Jimmy, oh | |
| god. Fuck me. Rabbit. Rabbit, yes, | |
| oh yes. Jimmy. Rabbit. Fuck. Fuck. | |
| Fuck. | |
| He's fucking her on top of a nasty sink. Fast. And furious. | |
| Her short skirt hiked up high around her waist - A wool cap | |
| pulled down tight over his face. This is Jim, James, B, | |
| Bunny, Rabbit, B-Rabbit & Jinny Smith Jr. To us he's just | |
| plain JIMMY. | |
| GIRL | |
| Oh, Rabbit, fuck yes, oh yes. | |
| They're in a desolate bathroom. Wet. Full of noise. Beats | |
| thumping through the walls. Fists banging on the door. | |
| The girl moan-moaning. It’s all so fucking loud. CLOSE ON | |
| JIMMY, catching sight of himself bouncing up & down in the | |
| mirror. Ignoring the girl, he's somewhere else. Gone. | |
| Always moving. We hear her coming. Jimmy stops. Stares. The | |
| harsh light crowns his head, a burning halo. He doesn't | |
| look so good, cold sweat. | |
| JIMMY | |
| - I gotta run. | |
| She jumps off the sink, yanks down her skirt. | |
| GIRL | |
| (pissed) | |
| Why? You still nervous? You’re | |
| lucky I ran into you 'cause I'm | |
| tryin' to help calm you down. But | |
| it's like you ain't even fuckin' | |
| here - | |
| 2. | |
| JIMMY | |
| (pulls up his pants; | |
| distracted) | |
| - What? Wasn’t it good for you? | |
| GIRL | |
| Yeah. You know I love the way you | |
| fuck me, Rabbit. Why do you always | |
| gotta ask? | |
| Before Jimmy can answer a queer look crosses his face. He | |
| rushes for a dirty stall and we hear him puking his fucking | |
| brains out. | |
| 2 2. 2 | |
| Jimmy, leaving the bathroom. Still a little green. No sign | |
| of the girl. A line of guys waiting outside. | |
| They scream, shout, Jimmy just laughs and gives 'em all the | |
| finger. Heads down the corridor alone into the darkness. | |
| 3 3. 3 | |
| An underground hip-hop club, THE SHELTER. A basement cave. | |
| You can see the noise and the heat. Wall-to-wall kids, all | |
| that sex. Mashing to the beat. Mostly black. Some white. | |
| Whatever. Jimmy wipes his mouth, slips on headphones, | |
| getting back into character. We hear his music, the song | |
| being pumped into his head. Angry. Defiant. Beautiful. | |
| He makes his way through cue crowd, a hip-hop gladiator. | |
| Walking tall. All attitude. Everybody around him dancing to | |
| a different beat. We're sampling Tony Manero strutting down | |
| the block from the opening of "SATURDAY NIGHT FEVER." | |
| Jimmy (Tony) checks out the girls, smiles their way, | |
| heading backstage. But this ain’t no fucking disco. Before | |
| he gets far some BIG RAD DUDE stops him-- Shines a | |
| flashlight in his face. Hollas some shit at him. Jimmy | |
| tears off his headphones. The song cuts out-- | |
| JIMMY | |
| (yells over the music) | |
| - Yo what the fuck you call me? | |
| BIG BAD DUDE | |
| Where ya goin', dawg - you ain't | |
| backstage, are ya? | |
| 3. | |
| JIMMY | |
| What you say about me? | |
| (gets right up in the big | |
| man's face) | |
| Do you even know who I am? | |
| The big dude shines the light bright back in Jimmy's face. | |
| He's security. | |
| BIG BAD DUDE | |
| Fuck no. You wanna go backstage or | |
| what? | |
| JIMMY | |
| I ain't goin' nowhere 'til you tell | |
| me what the fuck you said, man - | |
| Before the big guy can respond, a skinny black superstar | |
| pulls Jimmy away. It's THE FUTURE aka Future, Fuche & David | |
| Porter. Also in his 20s, the Future's all good. | |
| FUTURE | |
| (to the Big Bad Dude) | |
| It's all good, brotha. He's with me | |
| - | |
| Future drags Jimmy past the big guy backstage. Laughing at | |
| him with love. | |
| FUTURE | |
| - You crazy muthafucka. Why didn't | |
| ya just tell 'im you backstage for | |
| the battle, Jimmy? | |
| JIMMY | |
| He said some shit - | |
| (pulls away from Future; | |
| spots something on his | |
| shirt) | |
| Fuck. | |
| 4 4. 4 | |
| Outside the club. Downtown Detroit. Bleak winter night. | |
| Cold, as hell. A mess of kids waiting to get in. Jimmy | |
| hustles up some stairs. Future right on his tail. | |
| FUTURE | |
| Where ya runnin' to? | |
| JIMMY | |
| I fuckin’ puked on my shirt. | |
| 4. | |
| FUTURE | |
| (laughs) | |
| First timers always crazy - | |
| youknowhatlmsayin'? Didn't fucking | |
| Mary calm you down? | |
| A needy white guy in his late 20s with a big head, | |
| "CHEDDER" BOB ZUROWSKY aka Head, standing near the top of | |
| the line sees Jimmy & Future heading in the opposite | |
| direction. He’s slow. | |
| CHEDDER BOB | |
| Hey Rabbit - where ya--? | |
| Jimmy turns, gestures "one-minute-I'll be-right back" and | |
| keeps walking away. Future laughs, follows. | |
| Chedder Bob grabs two black guys huddled against the wall | |
| smokin' dope; a short roly-poly freak in his early 20s | |
| named SOL GEORGE aka Mista Kingpin & Mista and his laid- | |
| back older brother. DJ IZ aka Israel George, Izzy & Iz, a | |
| pseudointellectual with dreads and glasses. | |
| They’re Jimmy £ Future's crew, RU466 ("Real Unforgiven For | |
| Killin" - also the abortion pill). | |
| CHEDDER ROB | |
| C'mon. Rabbit an' Future're goin' | |
| without us - | |
| 5 5. 5 | |
| Jimmy & Future head into a dark alley next to the club. | |
| The crew follows. We can still hear the music booming | |
| through the walls. A lone spotlight pierces the gloom. | |
| Jimmy stops at a dumpster near the back. | |
| SOL | |
| - T'night's the night, boy. You on | |
| your way up, yo. Next stop - Deal. | |
| DJ IZ | |
| (goes to hug Jimmy) | |
| No doubt no doubt - S'up, brotha? | |
| JIMMY | |
| (pulls back) | |
| Puked on my shirt. | |
| Cheddar Bob tries to get a closer look at Jimmy's T-shirt. | |
| 5. | |
| CHEDDER BOB | |
| Lemme see - | |
| JIMMY | |
| (pushes him away) | |
| Puck off, Chedder Bob - | |
| Jimmy scrapes the dumpster away from the wall. Grabs a | |
| trash bag hidden behind it. | |
| SOL | |
| (laughs) | |
| Now listen, Bunny - if you battle | |
| that muthafucka Papa Doc, nigga was | |
| talkin' some serious shit, yo - | |
| Jimmy opens the trash bag, starts rooting around inside. | |
| All the guys stop and stare. | |
| JIMMY | |
| (pulls out some clean | |
| clothes front the bag) | |
| Fuckin' Janeane an' I jus’ broke up | |
| an' shit, an' she took the house | |
| an' the goddamn car - | |
| FUTURE | |
| - Again? | |
| DJ IZ | |
| Maybe it’s 'cause you keep fuckin’ | |
| all those other girls for a minute | |
| - | |
| SOL | |
| Yeah, Rabbit - | |
| CHEDDER BOB | |
| No you just need to forget that | |
| Janeane bitch. Rabbit. Just think | |
| about all the fine bitches you | |
| gonna get t'night after you win - | |
| JIMMY | |
| (looking through the | |
| garbage bag) | |
| She says she’s pregnant, whatever, | |
| yo - | |
| A long beat. | |
| FUTURE | |
| 6. | |
| - Now that's the heaviest influence | |
| in that movie right there, man. | |
| CHEDDER BOB | |
| I bet that bitch is lyin'. Rabbit. | |
| SOL | |
| (to Chedder Bob) | |
| Lemme ask you a question, bitch - I | |
| bet you probably never even bust in | |
| a bitch before. Have you? | |
| CHEDDER BOB | |
| (turns red; to Jimmy) | |
| You gonna stay at your mom’s? | |
| JIMMY | |
| - fuck. Bob. | |
| (pulls out a clean T- | |
| shirt from the bag) | |
| Yo can I please get some privacy | |
| here, please - | |
| The three guys acquiesce, walk toward the lit mouth of the | |
| alley. The Future stays. | |
| JIMMY | |
| (laughs) | |
| - my lucky shirt. | |
| (peels off the dirty | |
| shirt; shivering in the | |
| cold) | |
| It's my birthday in a couple weeks, | |
| Fuche - An' it's like, I gotta do | |
| somethin', ya know? Somethin' real. | |
| (puts on the clean T) | |
| - I mean all I ever wanted to do | |
| was rap, yo - be an emcee. But I | |
| know they ain't gonna like me in | |
| there - | |
| FUTURE | |
| If you rap, you rap muthafucka. It | |
| don't matter. You just gotta stop | |
| givin' a fuck what other people | |
| gonna say, Jim - | |
| Jinny hides the garbage bag back behind the dumpster. | |
| JIMMY | |
| - People can't talk shit about me | |
| like that, yo. | |
| 7. | |
| FUTURE | |
| Just wreck those mics an’ gain some | |
| respect, youhearwhatlmsayin'? | |
| JIMMY | |
| It's like do or die time for me | |
| now. Fuche. | |
| FUTURE | |
| (laughs) | |
| I know whatchya sayin' - I'm tryin' | |
| to get straight with the Lord these | |
| days. | |
| They both head back up the alley toward their friends and | |
| the light. | |
| JIMMY | |
| Are you high? | |
| FUTURE | |
| You're B-Rabbit, yo. I believe in | |
| you thoroughly. | |
| (jumps; shouts out) | |
| B-RABBIT, yo - youknowhatlmsayin'? | |
| B-RABBIT! B-RABBIT! | |
| They meet up with the rest of the crew. And they all shout | |
| out, jumping, laughing, barking, 'B-RABBIT! B-RABBIT! B-- | |
| SLAM TO: | |
| 6 6. 6 | |
| CLOSE ON A FREESTYLE BATTLE, up on fit age in the club. | |
| Spotlights glare. DJ spins. Two emcees squaring off. One- | |
| on-one. Two 60 second scoreboard clocks tick down... It's | |
| Fight Music. And right now one very short brother named | |
| LIL' TIC (Little Lunatic) is battling Jimmy. Up in his | |
| face. | |
| He's spittin' about-- | |
| 1. Jimmy's name - B-Rabbit. | |
| 2. Jinny's skin color - White. | |
| 3. Jimmy's inexperience - 1st battle. | |
| Jimmy just stands there, his wool cap pulled down tight. | |
| Bouncing a little to the beat. Shaking out the nerves. | |
| 8. | |
| Lil' Tic's killin' him. The clocks hit o. Time. The CROWD | |
| goes crazy. Judge and jury. Future takes center stage, he's | |
| hosting the battle. | |
| SPLIT SCREEN; | |
| CUT SPLIT SCREEN: | |
| CUT SPLIT SCREEN: | |
| Future hands him the mic. All eyes on Jimmy, Under the | |
| blinding hot lights. The beat kicks in. The clocks start... | |
| CLOSE ON JIMMY, bobbing his head up & down collecting his | |
| thoughts, opens his mouth to rap and-- | |
| People start booing him right away. | |
| Calling him names. Booing. Booing. | |
| Booing Jimmy. And nothing comes out of his mouth. | |
| Mute. Burning up under the lights. Failure. | |
| Jimmy freezes. | |
| And the picture FREEZES. | |
| REWINDS. And PLAYS again- | |
| Jimmy opens his mouth to rap and nothing comes out. Freeze. | |
| Failure. Rewind. Play. We're SCRATCHING the film. | |
| Back & forth. | |
| Forth & back. | |
| SLAM TO: | |
| MAIN TITLE: | |
| fight music | |
| We still hear the scratching which leads us into our title | |
| song, the song we first heard playing in Jimmy’s | |
| headphones... | |
| 7 7. 7 | |
| 9. | |
| Poor Detroit. Jimmy runs through the diseased streets of | |
| his life past all the crack whores and dead ends. Holding | |
| onto his garbage bag full of clothes, headphones back on | |
| his head. His breath visible in the night air. He and it | |
| the only white around. We still hear our title song. | |
| Jimmy runs. Runs through a busy intersection, right on by | |
| the entrance of a ratty trailer park, running down a side | |
| street. Running up to a big vacant field down at the end. | |
| Urban blight. Lying grass. A graveyard for shopping carts, | |
| broken appliances, used needles & other shit. | |
| Jimmy stops. | |
| And screams out at the top of his lungs. | |
| Loud and long. | |
| Then he runs to a chain link fence at the edge of the | |
| field, looks both ways making sure no one sees him, and | |
| hops over it. | |
| 8 8. 8 | |
| Jimmy makes his way through the maze of trailers. Up to a | |
| drab double-wide mobile home. A beat-to-shit big-ass '79 | |
| Lincoln abandoned in front. Down. And out. | |
| 9 9. 9 | |
| Jimmy lets himself in. Drops the garbage bag. He's cold, | |
| blowing on his hands trying to warm himself up. The place | |
| is a dump. All white trash. | |
| The title song still blaring in his headphones and on our | |
| soundtrack. | |
| JIMMY | |
| Mom? | |
| He heads for his man's bedroom. As he gets closer, we hear | |
| some noise. Moans. And grunts. A breathless scream. | |
| We hear sex. Raw. And loud. | |
| Not Jimmy. All he hears is music. | |
| JIMMY | |
| Mom? | |
| 10. | |
| He slides open the flimsy vinyl bedroom door and sees his | |
| mom fucking some guy.' On top. Riding away-- | |
| Jimmy pulls off his headphones. The title sang ends. | |
| JIMMY | |
| (in shock) | |
| Mom!?! | |
| STEPHANIE | |
| Rabbit? | |
| 10 10. 10 | |
| Later. Jimmy's eating cereal in the lousy kitchen, dry no | |
| milk. A small TV, beer bottles & comic books litter the | |
| countertops. A rusty electric space heater vibrates heat. | |
| It's almost quiet for the first time in the movie. | |
| His mother, STEPHANIE, slinks in wearing an oversized | |
| "Osborne High" sweatshirt and little else. Her hair's a sex | |
| mess, she slurs her words a little maybe a little drunk. | |
| She's a young 40, small & sexy in that bleached blonde | |
| trailer trash sorta way. | |
| STEPHANIE | |
| You okay, baby - Wan'me ta make ya | |
| somethin' ? | |
| (ruffles his hair) | |
| - Dontchya think maybe ya shoulda | |
| knocked or maybe called first or | |
| somethin'? | |
| JIMMY | |
| Yo - the phone's disconnected. | |
| STEPHANIE | |
| (defensive) | |
| Yeah I know, Rabbit. I know, I jus' | |
| gotta run down to the - um - the | |
| phone place tomorrow - | |
| JIMMY | |
| (mouth full of dry | |
| cereal) | |
| - An' there's no milk. Ever. | |
| STEPHANIE | |
| Hey - I been busy, ya know. | |
| JIMMY | |
| 11. | |
| Still goin1 to bingo or get a job | |
| yet? | |
| A thick lame white dude. GREG MINOR, stumbles into the | |
| kitchen on one good leg like he owns the place. Just a few | |
| years older than Jimmy, all Grog's got on is a two-day | |
| beard, pair of "Osborne High" sweatpants, and a shit-eatin’ | |
| grin. | |
| GREG | |
| (slaps Jimmy on the back | |
| of his head) | |
| Rabbit - what the fuck you doin' | |
| here? How 'bout knockin'? | |
| Jimmy doesn't react. Too tired to fight. It's clear that | |
| Greg makes him uncomfortable. Makes him feel like he's back | |
| in high school. Jimmy seems to shrink when he's around. | |
| JIMMY | |
| (turns to his mom) | |
| Janeane an' I broke up - | |
| STEPHANIE | |
| None of those girls are right for | |
| you, baby. She say she's pregnant? | |
| Jimmy nods. | |
| STEPHANIE | |
| Right. I bet she took the car too - | |
| JIMMY | |
| (doesn't want to talk | |
| about it; gets up) | |
| - I gotta work in the mornin'. | |
| STEPHANIE | |
| - You and Future still at that | |
| Little Caesars in Warren? | |
| She lights a cigarette. Greg takes it from her, smokes. | |
| JIMMY | |
| No I - ahh - I-- | |
| GREG | |
| C'mon, man, you got fired from | |
| Little Caesars? Nobody gets fired | |
| from Little Caesars - | |
| JIMMY | |
| - yo I'm too tired for this shit- | |
| 12. | |
| STEPHANIE | |
| You stayin' here, baby? | |
| JIMMY | |
| - just for a few weeks 'til I save | |
| enough to get my own place. | |
| GREG | |
| Just like Bob Zurowsky. All your | |
| friends still livin' at home - | |
| aren't they, Rabbit? | |
| (laughs) | |
| Guys're a bunch a fucking losers - | |
| Without skipping a beat Jimmy grabs a beer bottle £ fires | |
| it at Greg's head! It just misses, smashing against the | |
| wall-- | |
| Greg bolts up, cigarette still stuck in his mouth-- | |
| Jimmy instinctively takes a step back. | |
| Violence about to break. | |
| Stephanie jumps in the middle-- | |
| STEPHANIE | |
| (screams at Jimmy) | |
| YOU STOP IT! JAMES SMITH JUNIOR! | |
| STOPIT NOW! | |
| Just then a sleepy little angel appears in the doorway of | |
| the kitchen, six-year-old LILY, Jimmy’s little half-sister. | |
| She lights up when she sees Jimmy. Runs to him. | |
| He gives her a big hug. Violence broken. Greg laughs, gets | |
| himself a cold beer from the 'fridge instead. | |
| JIMMY | |
| Yo - shouldn't you be sleepin', | |
| Lily? | |
| LILY | |
| You woke me up ya know. | |
| (whispers to him) | |
| - will you sing to me? | |
| JIMMY | |
| C’mon - back to bed. It's late. | |
| 11 11. 11 | |
| 13. | |
| Jimmy carries Lily into her little girl bedroom. Neat, | |
| clean. A mountain of scuffed animals on her bed. As he puts | |
| her down, we hear him quietly sweetly lovingly rapping to | |
| her. And he's good. Real good. Suddenly they hear Stephanie | |
| shout out from the kitchen -- | |
| STEPHANIE (OS) | |
| Rabbit Ya Better Clean AllthisShit | |
| Upinhere Or I'll KickYouout For | |
| Good! | |
| Jimmy & Lily look at each other, share a laugh. | |
| 12 12. 12 | |
| Later. Jimmy's picking up the broken beer bottle in the | |
| tiny kitchen. Stephanie stands in the doorway watching. | |
| STEPHANIE | |
| - Rabbit, if you're gonna stay here | |
| you better get along or-- | |
| JIMMY | |
| What'd I do? Yo he started this | |
| shit - | |
| STEPHANIE | |
| - don't fuck this up for me, baby. | |
| You're not in high school anymore, | |
| okay? | |
| Rabbit pushes the last bits of broken glass against the | |
| wall with his foot. It’s been a long night. | |
| JIMMY | |
| (sarcastic) | |
| Forget it, whatever. I love Greg. | |
| Can I get a ride to work in the | |
| mornin’? | |
| Stephanie goes over to the kitchen table, grabs her car | |
| keys and tosses them to Jimmy. | |
| JIMMY | |
| - you're lettin' me take the car? | |
| STEPHANIE | |
| Nope. I'm givin' it to ya - It's | |
| your birthday present. | |
| JIMMY | |
| 14. | |
| - thanks. My birthday's not for two | |
| weeks, yo - | |
| STEPHANIE | |
| (laughs; almost | |
| flirtatious) | |
| You're still my lil' Rabbit, right? | |
| 13 13. 13 | |
| The next morning, cold & clear outside the trailer. Jimmy, | |
| trying to start the big-ass '79 Lincoln. Click. Nothing. | |
| Click. Click. It's dead. | |
| JIMMY | |
| (jumps out, checks his | |
| watch) | |
| Shiiit - | |
| He's late, Jimmy pops the hood, looks underneath. Just then | |
| a chubby charismatic white hipster named WINK EPSTEIN aka | |
| 3rd Person, ambles up. Early 20s, soul patch, and the | |
| harmonies of hip-hop verbalization. | |
| WINK | |
| Yo Bunny you back home - | |
| JIMMY | |
| - ain't my home, Wink. How the fuck | |
| you know I was here? | |
| WINK | |
| (smiles) | |
| Please. Who ya'think you talkin' | |
| to? | |
| JIMMY | |
| (slams down the hood) | |
| Don't tell nobody, okay? | |
| (checks his watch; dirty | |
| hands) | |
| Yo I gotta run - gimme a ride to | |
| work? I'm gonna be fuckin' late - | |
| WINK | |
| My mow's got the car - | |
| (kicks the Lincoln) | |
| Yo you should just blow this shit | |
| up, B. | |
| 15. | |
| 14 14. 14 | |
| Jimmy hops the fence at the edge of the dirty trailer park. | |
| Wink hot on his heels. | |
| WINK | |
| - Why we goin' this way? | |
| JIMMY | |
| (just gives him a look) | |
| Yo where were you last night? | |
| They head through the vacant field together. | |
| WINK | |
| I heard ya got caught out. People | |
| sayin' some fucked up shit, boy. | |
| Jimmy stops before he hits the street, wipes his dirty | |
| hands on his pants, wanting to run away from Wink and last | |
| night and the trailer park and everything else in his | |
| fucking life. | |
| JIMMY | |
| - like what? | |
| He checks up & down the busy intersection making sure no | |
| one sees him, and hustles away from the trailer park, wink | |
| follows. | |
| WINK | |
| You just gotta bounce wit' Wink, B. | |
| You tha franchise, baby. They just | |
| jealous, like Janeane - | |
| JIMMY | |
| You talked to ’er? | |
| WINK | |
| Forget it. An' fuck battlin' down | |
| at the Shelter, yo. Justa bunch a | |
| losers who ain’t got deals. | |
| JIMMY | |
| - What else am I gonna do? | |
| WINK | |
| Stay home, Bunny. You ain’t goin' | |
| nowhere down at that club. And you | |
| know 3rd Person's gotchya - | |
| JIMMY | |
| 16. | |
| Who? | |
| WINK | |
| 3rd Person. | |
| (laughs; pounds his | |
| chest) | |
| Wink's all 3rd Person now. 'Bout to | |
| blow up, for real. An' I'm takin' | |
| you wit' me, B. | |
| They make it to the bus stop, a few people waiting. | |
| JIMMY | |
| - how we gonna do that? I'm bakin' | |
| the fuckin' bus to work, man. | |
| Jimmy anxiously looks down the street for his bus. | |
| Wink puts his arm around Jimmy's shoulder, bringing him in | |
| close. | |
| WINK | |
| Don't tell no one, but I jus' | |
| recorded a demo up at Paisley Park. | |
| JIMMY | |
| - Paisley Park? | |
| WINK | |
| With Prince. The Artist. 3rd | |
| Person? Prince gave me that name. | |
| JIMMY | |
| You're full a shit, yo - How the | |
| fuck you know Prince? | |
| Wink pulls out an envelope from his pocket. | |
| WINK | |
| - He's friends with Lee Darucher, | |
| man. Serious. I just recorded at | |
| Paisley Park, yo. | |
| Wink opens the envelope, shows Jimmy some photographs. | |
| CLOSE ON PHOTOGRAPHS OF WINK & PRINCE, hanging out in a | |
| giant studio control room. The massive console all lit up | |
| with bright bright lights. | |
| JIMMY | |
| (impressed) | |
| Shiiit. That's really Prince. You | |
| ain't lyin' - | |
| 17. | |
| WINK | |
| Yeah an' I'm takin' a song down to | |
| 96.3. try to get it on. They | |
| playin' one local demo every Friday | |
| night now - | |
| Jimmy's bus finally arrives. Belching black exhaust. | |
| WINK | |
| (puts away the | |
| photographs) | |
| - And yo you got next, Bunny. For | |
| real. Recordin' at Paisley Park - | |
| we can both fly outta here. Right? | |
| Jimmy on the bus, looking out the window. Poverty. Hard | |
| times & pain. He slips on his headphones, pulls out a pen | |
| and starts writing on his dirty hand. | |
| CLOSE ON JIMMY’S HAND, letters. | |
| Words. | |
| Rhymes. | |
| CLOSE ON JIMMY'S face, closing his eyes. | |
| And we hear the opening lines to the song, a cappella. | |
| And then a beat kicks in, the bass line, and a groove. | |
| And as the words & music come together in a song, Jimmy's | |
| set free. He opens his eyes... | |
| The bus, the poor, Detroit, it's all ANIMATED. By E. Crumb. | |
| And Jimmy, he's a Superman. Costume, muscles, the whole | |
| deal. SUPERJIMMY. He's rapping the song for all to hear. | |
| Jumps up & bursts through the window of the bus, flying | |
| away for good. Escaping his earthly bonds & dull reality. | |
| SuperJimmy flying & rapping over the animated bad streets | |
| of Detroit heading up toward the sun, leaving the earth | |
| behind, flying Icarus high. He flies up up around & around | |
| the globe faster & faster. A blur. Going BACH IN TIME to | |
| last night. | |
| LAST NIGHT. SuperJimmy flies onstage in the Shelter, grabs | |
| the mic from LIL' TIC with one hand & with the other | |
| squeezes Tic's animated head right off. Blood gushing | |
| everywhere as SuperJimmy just freestyles cool to the crowd. | |
| 18. | |
| The rhymes and the blood flowing fast. The audience | |
| applauds screaming - going crazy - loving all of SuperJimmy | |
| and his music. He finishes & waves goodbye, flying off BACK | |
| INTO THE FUTURE, heading for the suburbs and the nice part | |
| of town... | |
| TODAY. The nice part of town. SuperJimmy flies over a five- | |
| star hotel. Up-scale, grand. Still singing his song. He | |
| darts down toward the back of the hotel and heads through a | |
| big open window, flying into a locker room in the basement. | |
| He dives at a locker changing super fast out of his | |
| costume. And into his uniform... Shirt. Tie. Vest. | |
| Becoming JIMMY THE BELLMAN. RACE TO REALITY (film). He | |
| takes off his headphones, glancing at his reflection in a | |
| locker room mirror, the song cutting out-- | |
| 16 16. 16 | |
| Jimmy hurries up to the front of the fancy hotel lobby, his | |
| tie’s a mess, collar askew. He's late. | |
| Slides into position next to his friend Chedder Bob, and a | |
| thin black bellman in his early 30s named PAUL, who's | |
| greeting guests at the door. Classical music plays in the | |
| background. | |
| PAUL | |
| (to Jimmy) | |
| Mr. Springer wants to see you in | |
| his office, James - | |
| CHEDDER BOB | |
| (to Paul) | |
| Fuck you, homo - | |
| (straightens out Jimmy’s | |
| tie & collar) | |
| You okay? | |
| JIMMY | |
| Axe you drunk? | |
| CHEDDER BOB | |
| (he is) | |
| Shhhhhh. You okay about last night? | |
| JIMMY | |
| Fuck last night, bitch - | |
| 17 17. 17 | |
| 19. | |
| CLOSE ON JIMMY, taking shit. Pissed off. Beat. | |
| MR. SPRINGER (OS) | |
| - is that why you were late again, | |
| Mr. Smith? Well? | |
| Jimmy doesn't say anything just looks down at his hands... | |
| They’re still smudged dirty, lyrics scrawled all over them | |
| like strange tattoos. He shifts in his seat and hides his | |
| hands under his legs. | |
| MR. SPRINGER (OS) | |
| What do you have to say for | |
| yourself, Mr. Smith? | |
| Jimmy and his boss, MR. SPRINGER, a dark-skinned white man | |
| in his late 40s with a mustache, are sitting right across | |
| from each other in a cramped basement office. The door | |
| behind Mr. Springer’s desk isn't closed all the way. | |
| JIMMY | |
| - You can call me Jimmy. | |
| MR. SPRINGER | |
| Okay. Jinny. You know we were | |
| hesitant to take you on in the | |
| first place, Jimmy, because you're | |
| friends with Mr. Zurowsky. But,-- | |
| Are you sure you can cut it here, | |
| Jimmy? | |
| Before Jimmy can answer that bullshit question the phone | |
| rings. Mr. Springer snaps it up. | |
| MR. SPRINGER (INTO THE PHONE) | |
| Rooms division - | |
| (some air goes out of | |
| him; whipped) | |
| - Yes, hon, I'll be home at | |
| seven... Yes...Yes, of course I | |
| will...Yes? | |
| As Mr. Springer continues to tolerate his wife, Jimmy | |
| notices a girl sitting down outside the office. He shifts | |
| in his seat trying to get a better look through the door. | |
| And catches sight of a HONEY-DIPPED GIRL, maybe 18 or so, | |
| so sexy and indifferent she’s obscene, impossible. Short | |
| hair. Long legs. Oh God... | |
| Mr. Springer hangs up the phone, all business. Jimmy can't | |
| keep his eyes off of the girl, the girl. | |
| 20. | |
| MR. SPRINGER | |
| Okay, Mr. Smith. I have another | |
| meeting now so - If you're late | |
| again we’re gonna have to let you | |
| go. You have to do better,-- I know | |
| you can be a better bellman - | |
| Jimmy snaps out of it. Gets up. Shoves his dirty hands in | |
| his pockets and heads out. Time to eat more shit. | |
| JIMMY | |
| Yes, sir. I will - | |
| When he gets to the door he turns back to Mr. Springer. | |
| The girl's now standing right behind him in the doorway. | |
| JIMMY | |
| I guess it's not the right time to | |
| ask for extra shifts, Mr. Springer. | |
| Is it? But I - ahh - really need | |
| the money. | |
| MR. SPRINGER | |
| - I'm sure you do, but let's just | |
| see how this week works out first, | |
| Jimmy, Okay? | |
| MH. SPRINGER | |
| (motions the girl in) | |
| Miss? | |
| Jimmy leaves humiliated, still managing to smile at the | |
| girl as she enters the office. Heading out, he turns back | |
| around pulling his dirty hands from of his pockets & throws | |
| up a middle finger in the direction of Mr. Springer’s | |
| office-- | |
| The Honey-Dipped Girl looks up as she closes the door, sees | |
| Jimmy flipping her off. And gives him the finger right | |
| back! | |
| 18 18. 18 | |
| Dusk. Darkness falling visible on the ratty trailer park. | |
| Jimmy’s working under the hood of the Lincoln. The Future’s | |
| kickin' back in the front seat. They hear LYNYRD SKYNYRD's | |
| ’Sweet Home Alabama’ drift out of the mobile home. | |
| JIMMY | |
| 21. | |
| - yo you shoulda seen this girl. | |
| Future. She was,-- I mean. Shit. | |
| She's perfect, yo. | |
| FUTURE | |
| Perfect? Perfect got a name? | |
| Jimmy shrugs, puts up the hood on his hooded sweatshirt. | |
| It's getting cold. They hear Greg inside the trailer start | |
| singing along with Lynyrd Skynyrd. | |
| FUTURE | |
| - Who the fuck is that? | |
| JIMMY | |
| That dude Greg Minor’s practically | |
| livin' with my mom, yo. Met at | |
| Bingo up in Windsor. Neither of 'em | |
| ever fucking win - | |
| FUTURE | |
| - we went to school with 'im, | |
| right? | |
| JIMMY | |
| He was a senior with Chedder Bob, | |
| man. I save some money an' get the | |
| fuck outta here, yo - | |
| They listen to Greg sing; he's terrible. Hear him turn up | |
| the stereo inside. And Future starts singing along at the | |
| top of his lungs, off-key, making up the words as he | |
| goes... Then he begins to freestyle over the rock & roll | |
| beat. Jimmy takes a turn. Rapping over “Sweet Home | |
| Alabama." They go back & forth spittin' out verses over the | |
| music. | |
| FUTURE | |
| - Yo there’s another battle next | |
| week, Jinny. Winner's takin' my | |
| place as host. I'm signin' you up - | |
| JIMMY | |
| Don't. | |
| FUTURE | |
| You gotta come down, ride those | |
| mics, youknowhat I'm sayin'? Keep | |
| workin’ at it. That's the only way | |
| you gon get any betta’. | |
| JIMMY | |
| 22. | |
| Don't sign me up, yo. I'm just | |
| gonna play it by ear - | |
| (goes back to work under | |
| the hood) | |
| Try it now - | |
| Future tries to turn the car over. Click. Click. Shit. | |
| Jimmy keeps working on the car. | |
| FUTURE | |
| You gotta let those people know you | |
| ain't playin', youknowhatlmsayin'? | |
| Ya know they say, that man, "Ill, | |
| ill, ill, ill." | |
| JIMMY | |
| Fuck, I don't wanna get booed | |
| again, Fuche. It's gonna kill me. | |
| An' anyway, Wink says he knows | |
| Prince - Says I can record a demo | |
| up at Paisley Park an' shit, yo - | |
| FUTURE | |
| (busts out laughing) | |
| Wink says he knows Prince? What the | |
| fuck does Prince gotta do with our | |
| music, Jimmy? Wink’s jus' talk. | |
| There will be no action, only | |
| talking, | |
| JIMMY | |
| - Na, he had pictures, yo. This | |
| could be a real opportunity for me | |
| - | |
| Greg limps out of the trailer singing 'Sweet Home Alabama' | |
| to himself, sees Jimmy and Future working on the car. They | |
| throw him a look. He just laughs and heads back inside | |
| singing his ass off. | |
| FUTURE | |
| - yo, that dude mentally ill? | |
| JIMMY | |
| Car accident, man. S'pposed to get | |
| some big settlement soon - | |
| FUTURE | |
| Fuck. Hear what Wink‘s callin' | |
| himself now? | |
| JIMMY | |
| 23. | |
| 3rd Person. | |
| (motions to the car) | |
| Try it again - | |
| FUTURE | |
| 3rd Person? Shit. I don't wanna | |
| bring too much negativity towards | |
| my positive, but he is not a good | |
| rapper. That muthafucka's weak. I'd | |
| rather listen to funky ol’ Greg | |
| sing - | |
| Future tries to start the car. It groans. Sputters. Spits. | |
| And starts. Jimmy smiles, he fixed it. The Future's up. | |
| FUTURE | |
| Yo son, we goin' out t'night! | |
| JIMMY | |
| (slams down the hood) | |
| - I dunno, people talkin' shit, yo | |
| - ya know about last night an'-- | |
| FUTURE | |
| (laughs) | |
| Fuck last night. | |
| JIMMY | |
| I thought you wanted to start | |
| gettin' straight with the Lord. | |
| FUTURE | |
| C'mon it's Saturday night, yo - | |
| 19 19. 19 | |
| Night. The whole gang's riding in the big-ass '79 Lincoln. | |
| Jimmy and Future up front, hip-hop thumping from the car's | |
| shitty radio, tinny speakers tuned to 96.3. Sol, DJ Iz and | |
| Chedder Bob in the back seat gettin' high. | |
| DJ IZ | |
| Yo boy, this is your mom's birthday | |
| present? If it was me I’d-- | |
| JIMMY | |
| (cute him off; on edge) | |
| Don't fuckin' start, Izzy - | |
| Sol smokes, exhales. | |
| SOL | |
| 24. | |
| we betta' than this, fellas - we | |
| gotta get us a deal - Go platinum, | |
| get cheesed out. | |
| Chedder Rob pulls out a bottle of vodka from inside his | |
| coat. | |
| FUTURE | |
| - Stealin' from your mom again, | |
| head? | |
| CHEDDER BOB | |
| She don't notice, she's too lit up | |
| most a the time. Where's Wink? | |
| He takes a drink and passes the bottle to Sol who hands him | |
| the joint. | |
| SOL | |
| - meetin' us there. Fuck, we need | |
| to be Elidin' in Navs, 600s an' | |
| Double Rs. | |
| CHEDDER BOB | |
| Yeah an' get us all the hot bitches | |
| - | |
| DJ IZ | |
| - no we gotta save up, put our | |
| money into Savings Bonds every week | |
| if we wanna make it. No doubt. Keep | |
| stackin' it, an’ then build our own | |
| studio. Cut a demo an' get it on | |
| 96.3 - | |
| Beat. What? Bonds? | |
| FUTURE | |
| What the fuck you talkin’ 'bout, | |
| Iz? | |
| SOL | |
| (to DJ Iz) | |
| Lemme ask you a question - How the | |
| fuck're we brothers? Nigga we need | |
| a muthafuckin' deal, fine women an' | |
| cars - not no muthafuckin' Savings | |
| Bonds, fool. | |
| JIMMY | |
| Fuck. That's all you motherfuckers | |
| ever do is talk bullshit - | |
| (mimics Sol) | |
| 25. | |
| "We gotta get us a deal - " | |
| (mimics Chedder Bob) | |
| "Get us all the hot bitches - " | |
| (mimics DJ Iz) | |
| "Put our money into savings bonds-" | |
| (in his own voice) | |
| Just shutthefuckup. I'm tired of | |
| everything. None a you ever do shit | |
| about nothin' - WE ALL STILL BROKE | |
| AS FUCK LIVIN' WITH OUR MOMS! | |
| (laughs) | |
| Right, Fuche? | |
| SOL | |
| Now hold on there, Bunny - | |
| FUTURE | |
| Yo, I'm jus' tryin' to get straight | |
| with the Lord. | |
| (laughs) | |
| And big titties. I'd like to get | |
| straight with that Big Titty Mary, | |
| man youknowhatlmsayin'? | |
| JIMMY | |
| I hit that - | |
| CHEDDER BOB | |
| - I heard she got VD. | |
| SOL | |
| So what, nigga - I'd still fuck-- | |
| Before Sol can finish the car goes black. Cuts off. The | |
| radio. The lights. The steering wheel. The brakes. | |
| Everything, dead. All the power's gone. Jimmy tries to | |
| maintain control of the car. The guys are screaming. | |
| The ’79 Lincoln gently coasts to the side of the road. | |
| 20 20. 20 | |
| Later. Dark side of the road. Silhouetted against the sky, | |
| the guys stand around the car like hunters examining kill. | |
| FUTURE | |
| That was crazy - | |
| Jimmy hops in, starts up the car. Lights. | |
| The car running. | |
| 26. | |
| JIMMY | |
| - Jus' must be a short in the | |
| electrical system, yo, whatever. | |
| Let’s go - | |
| SOL | |
| Uh-uh. I'm not gettin' back in that | |
| piece a shit - | |
| DJ IZ | |
| (quiet so Jimmy can't | |
| hear) | |
| - it's a fuckin' deathtrap. I think | |
| his mom must be tryin' to kill 'im. | |
| CHEDDER BOB | |
| (laughs; whispers) | |
| You think Rabbit's mom's tryin' to | |
| kill 'im? | |
| Jimmy's ears are so good he hears everything. He jumps back | |
| out of the car-- | |
| JIMMY | |
| What you say? | |
| CHEDDER BOB | |
| Nothin’, Rabbit - | |
| JIMMY | |
| I hear everythin', yo - my mom | |
| ain't tryin' to kill me. Fuckin’ | |
| kill your own self, bitch - | |
| CHEDDER BOB | |
| - Hey I don't wanna die. Rabbit. | |
| (thinks about it) | |
| I mean, I dunno what the fuck I'm | |
| livin' for, but I really don't | |
| wanna die. | |
| 21 21. 21 | |
| They pull into the crowded parking lot of a seedy Chinese | |
| restaurant, STANLEY'S CAFE. Red neon. Kids banging out | |
| talking groping and getting high. Noise and hip-hop fill | |
| the air. Jimmy gets out of the car first, keeps moving. The | |
| other four slip out with attitude and head for the | |
| restaurant. | |
| Jimmy leads the way. Future right behind him, a few steps | |
| in front of Sol & DJ Iz, Chedder Bob pulling up the rear. | |
| 27. | |
| CLOSE ON JIMMY, looking around the parking lot. Outside | |
| himself. Stops. | |
| His friends catch up to him. | |
| FUTURE | |
| You okay, Jim? | |
| SOL | |
| Yeah c'mon, B. Where ya goin' - | |
| They all keep moving. Jimmy stays there for a minute. | |
| Throws up his sweatshirt hood, hiding. And finally follows | |
| after them. | |
| They pass by a group of kids hanging out under a | |
| streetlight at the edge of the parking lot. Kids spittin' | |
| out verses. Kickin' some rhymes. In a circle. This is a | |
| cipha. It's not competitive, just people checking each | |
| other out. Free. And easy. | |
| RU486 joins in, Future leading the way. | |
| Jimmy still trailing behind. | |
| FUTURE | |
| RU486 is here, my people - Let us | |
| show you the way - | |
| SOL | |
| Gonna kick some serious shit - | |
| FUTURE | |
| Yeah, Mista. | |
| Jimmy looks out from under his hood. Checks the crowd. | |
| Future joins in the cipha, spits some alien shit. He is a | |
| motherfucking star. Finishes. Now Sol's up (Mista Kingpin). | |
| A freak. | |
| A bigger crowd gathers. Bouncing. We see Wink hustle up, | |
| smiling and handing out flyers. | |
| Future pulls off Jinny's hood, pushes him forward. His | |
| turn. CLOSE ON JIMMY, starting out slowly, unsure, | |
| hesitant. Working into it. Faster. Quicker. Forgetting the | |
| crowd. The words flow setting him free. Easily the best. | |
| The Future laughs, he knows. | |
| While Jimmy's rapping, we see the Honey-Dipped Girl from | |
| work join the crowd. She's with a group of hip young kids. | |
| They all listen to Jimmy. He doesn't see her. | |
| 28. | |
| Jimmy finishes. DJ Iz steps up & smooths out some rhymes. | |
| Jimmy spots two guys heading in his direction; a solid | |
| black dude with a baseball cap pulled down tight over his | |
| face named PAPA DOC, aka Papa, and his sidekick LC LYCKETY- | |
| SPLYT aka LC & Lyckety-Splyt, a very skinny black clown. | |
| They’re both part of RU486'S rival crew, LEADAZ OF THA FREE | |
| WORLD, aka tha Free World. Aka the enemy. | |
| Jimmy looks for someplace to run. | |
| LC Lyckety-Splyt jumps onto the hood of a car near the | |
| middle of the cipha-- | |
| LC LYCKETY-SPLYT | |
| (hyping; screaming) | |
| LISTEN UP NOW - LEADAZ OF THA FREE | |
| WORLD IN THA MUTHATUCKIN’ HOUSE an’ | |
| shit! ME AN' PAPA DOC - WE’LL | |
| BATTLE ANY MUTHAFUCKAS HERE - | |
| Papa Doc steps up on the car with Lyckety Splyt. They now | |
| have everybody’s full attention. Cipha over, Jimmy takes a | |
| step back into the crowd. His friends all up in arms-- | |
| SOL | |
| Yo, told y'all - Papa Doc an' LC | |
| Lyckety-Splyt been talkin' shit - | |
| FUTURE | |
| Fuck tha Free World, man - | |
| CHEDDER BOR | |
| (yells out) | |
| Yeah, Man. Fuck ’Em. | |
| LC Lyckety-Splyt looking for someone to challenge, still | |
| working the crowd over, eyes Jimmy and his crew. | |
| LC LYCKETY-SPLYT | |
| Yo all you muthafuckas are weak an' | |
| shit - Lookit RU486, boy - | |
| (points to Sol) | |
| Mista Kingpin - | |
| (freestyles a few rhymes | |
| about him; points to the | |
| Future) | |
| The Fu-- | |
| Before LC can even say his name Future points right back at | |
| him £ yells out-- | |
| FUTURE | |
| 29. | |
| Shut Up Bitch - | |
| Papa Doc takes a step toward the Future. | |
| PAPA DOC | |
| (menacing) | |
| What tha fuck you gonna do about | |
| it? | |
| Jimmy stands up for his friend. | |
| JIMMY | |
| Yeah? C'mon motherfucker - | |
| LC LYCKETY-SPLYT | |
| (points to Jimmy) | |
| Yo Rabbit - B-Rabbit - You don't | |
| wanna battle me, white boy - You | |
| should be afraid. Caught your act | |
| at Shelter last night - | |
| (opens his mouth & | |
| nothing comes out & does | |
| it again, then falls over | |
| on the car, choking) | |
| AAAAAAAAAAAAH - | |
| Some people in the crowd laugh. Humiliating Jimmy. And he | |
| just fucking loses it, all that anger. | |
| Jimmy yanks LC Lyckety-Splyt off the car by his neck | |
| slamming his head hard into the ground. The violence real. | |
| Ugly. Loud. Fast. Starts kicking him in the face— | |
| Papa Doc dives off the hood, tackling Jinny to the ground— | |
| Jimmy shoves him away, gets up ready to fight. Future, Sol | |
| and DJ Iz run up getting Jimmy's back-- Chedder Bob trying | |
| to act all tough and shit just stands over Lyckety-Splyt. | |
| And Wink jumps right into the middle of it all-- Pushing | |
| Papa Doc away from the fight, staying in the middle. | |
| Breaking it up. It's clear from the way Wink talks to Papa | |
| Doc they know each other. They're friends. | |
| WINK | |
| - Yo what tha fuck. Papa? Please. | |
| LC's full a shit, yo - Actin' up | |
| like that - | |
| PAPA DOC | |
| Stay outta this. Wink. It’s none a | |
| your fucking business - | |
| WINK | |
| 30. | |
| Just chill, yo - | |
| Papa goes over to help up Lyckety-Splyt. Future drags Jimmy | |
| away from the fight. | |
| JIMMY | |
| (insane with anger) | |
| Fucking Motherfuckers! I’ll fucking | |
| kill those fucking pussies - | |
| Sol, DJ Iz and Cheddar Bob help to hold Jimmy back, trying | |
| to calm him down. | |
| FUTURE | |
| - Not here, Jim. Don’t worry. We'll | |
| rush 'em later, | |
| youhearwhatlmsayin'? | |
| SOL | |
| Fuck yeah. | |
| CHEDDER BOB | |
| - they don't even know who they | |
| talkin' to, do they? | |
| 22 22. 22 | |
| CLOSE ON JIMMY, bouncing up & down. Still wired, on edge. | |
| It's later. He’s inside Stanley's Cafe. Old-school Chinese. | |
| Red. Crowded. Hip-hop music. We hear Sol talkin’ on & on in | |
| the background. | |
| SOL (OS) | |
| - This gon be your only opportunity | |
| to blow the both of us. 'Cause | |
| after we go platinum, you won't | |
| even be able to get to me an' the | |
| Future, baby - | |
| Jimmy's standing next to Sol & Future, both sitting on one | |
| side of a booth, a real PRETTY GIRL squeezed in between | |
| them. | |
| Cbedder Bob alone on the other side. Chinese take-out's | |
| open. Restaurant's closed. Red booths line the mirrored | |
| walls, tables cleared out for a DJ and a dance floor. | |
| CHEDDER BOB | |
| (to Jimmy) | |
| - do you think I got a big head? | |
| JIMMY | |
| 31. | |
| What? | |
| PRETTY GIRL | |
| (flirting with Future) | |
| And why’re you the Future? | |
| FUTURE | |
| I had a lotta names, baby - the | |
| most jealous names. I used to be | |
| called Maximum, Brimstone, | |
| Godfather D, Devastating D, | |
| Everlasting D - None of 'em worked, | |
| youknowhatImsayin'? 'Til one day | |
| someone said I was the future of | |
| hip-hop in Detroit. And that was | |
| it. You gotta find your name. | |
| Sometimes it finds you an' shit - | |
| SOL | |
| (to the Pretty Girl) | |
| - Let's jus' go an' make this | |
| happen so ya can hurry an' tell all | |
| your friends our names. Say ya blew | |
| both the Future and Mista Kingpin! | |
| Future laughs. And the girl cracks up too. Wink walks up to | |
| the table. All the guys look at him. Beat. | |
| WINK | |
| - Yo yo I’m sorry fellas, ya know I | |
| didn't know Papa an' LC were such | |
| muthafuckas till tonight. And I | |
| dunno what to say, I'ma - ahh - | |
| (pulls out a flyer from | |
| his jacket, hands it to | |
| Jimmy) | |
| And I'm promotin' a show with them | |
| next week ya know - and - | |
| CHEDDER BOB | |
| Tha fuckin’ Free World? | |
| FUTURE | |
| (to Jimmy) | |
| Hear what I'm sayin'? | |
| Jimmy reads the flyer. Chedder Bob looks at it over his | |
| shoulder. | |
| WINK | |
| (straight to Jimmy) | |
| 32. | |
| - If ya wan' I'll pull outta tha | |
| show. You're my friend, yo. And I | |
| don't wantchya bein' mad at me - | |
| Jinny looks up and sees the girl, the Honey-Dipped Girl, | |
| the girl (wearing a sexy little concert T-shirt) on the | |
| other side of the crowded dance floor... He can't believe | |
| it. She disappears into the crush. Jimmy balls up the flyer | |
| and throws it away. | |
| JIMMY | |
| Fuckit, whatever - | |
| (looks over to Future) | |
| A’ight? | |
| CHEDDER BOB | |
| - yeah, whatever. Fuckit. | |
| FUTURE | |
| (to Wink) | |
| That okay wit' you, Benedict | |
| Arnold? | |
| WINK | |
| Hey fuck you, man - | |
| The Future laughs. Jimmy starts to walk away. | |
| CHEDDER BOB | |
| Where ya goin', Rabbit? | |
| JIMMY | |
| (keeps walking, looking | |
| out for the girl) | |
| You gotta see this girl, she's - | |
| WINK | |
| (follows after him) | |
| Yeah? | |
| FUTURE | |
| Yo Jimmy, slide us your car keys - | |
| JIMMY | |
| (stops) | |
| What for? | |
| SOL | |
| We gon be famous! | |
| 23 23. 23 | |
| 33. | |
| Jimny, Wink and Chedder Bob snake their way through the | |
| mess of bodies packing the dance floor tight. All bumpin' & | |
| grindin'. Booming music. They have to shout to be heard-- | |
| WINK | |
| - I Dunno Why Future Don't Like Me. | |
| JIMMY | |
| (looking for the girl) | |
| It's Not Like That - Ya Know, He | |
| Just Thinks sometimes You Talk Some | |
| Bullshit - | |
| WINK | |
| Who Tha Puck Is He To Say What's | |
| Real? Just ’Cause He Hosts Those | |
| Batties? I Know He's Your Friend, B | |
| - But The Guy’s Still Fuckin’ | |
| Workin* At Little Caesars. | |
| JIMMY | |
| So? | |
| WINK | |
| You Still Wanna Record At Paisley | |
| Park Or What? | |
| JIMMY | |
| Yeah. But I'm Gonna Need To Get | |
| Some Songs Together First. | |
| WINK | |
| Cool. Have Sol & DJ Iz Bring Their | |
| Shit Over to My House - | |
| CHEDDER BOB | |
| (to Jimmy) | |
| - Will You Teach Me Howta Write | |
| Rhymes Like You, Rabbit? That's A | |
| Way To Get The Ladies - Right? I | |
| Mean I Wanna Be An Emcee Like,-- | |
| (points into the dance | |
| floor) | |
| Shiiit, Is That That Bitch Janeane? | |
| JIMMY | |
| Fuck Off - | |
| WINK | |
| Where? | |
| 34. | |
| Chedder Bob points again. Jimmy spots his ex-girlfriend | |
| JANEANE GASKELL, a pretty 20 something bombshell smoking £ | |
| drinking on the edge of the dance floor. | |
| CHEDDER BOB | |
| Thought She Was Pregnant, yo - | |
| Jimmy turns around. Starts heading the other way. | |
| JIMMY | |
| - I Gotta Go. | |
| WINK | |
| What About Your Other Girl, Bunny? | |
| Jimmy stops. Gives another quick look over the dance floor. | |
| Sees the Honey-Dipped Girl dancing with her friends right | |
| near Janeane. He turns back around, lowers his voice. | |
| JIMMY | |
| Fuck. There she is, man - that girl | |
| in the concert T next to Janeane - | |
| Whaddaya think? | |
| WINK | |
| (checks her out; wow) | |
| Yeah. | |
| (leans in) | |
| Don't worry - Wink's gotchya. | |
| JIMMY | |
| What? | |
| WINK | |
| I'ma go invite her & her friends to | |
| an after hours party, yo - | |
| JIMMY | |
| Where at? | |
| WINK | |
| My house, dawg. | |
| JIMMY | |
| - what about your mom? | |
| WINK | |
| Please. She's workin' nights now. | |
| Just meet me outside - I'll take | |
| care a the whole thing for ya, B - | |
| 35. | |
| 24 24. 24 | |
| Later. Jimmy, DJ Iz and Chedder Bob standing in front of | |
| the restaurant, off to the side. In the bitter cold. The | |
| joint's closing, kids streaming out. | |
| DJ IZ | |
| Shit it's sold. Where the fuck's | |
| Wink wit' your girl, yo? | |
| Jimmy throws up his hood keeping his head low. Hiding. | |
| JIMMY | |
| (to Chedder Bob) | |
| - You seen Janeane yet? | |
| CHEDDER BOB | |
| Nope. | |
| Wink walks out with the Honey-Dipped Girl, three of her | |
| girlfriends and a couple guys. They're all very young, arms | |
| around each other, high on Ecstasy. Touching, in love. | |
| WINK | |
| Yo Jimmy is it okay if some of us | |
| ride wit' you? | |
| JIMMY | |
| (hides a smile under his | |
| hood) | |
| Yeah. | |
| 25 25. 25 | |
| Jimmy and his friends, the girl and one of her girlfriends, | |
| all walk up to the big-ass ‘79 Lincoln. The windows all | |
| steamed up. | |
| DJ IZ | |
| C’mon, Let's go, I'm cold - | |
| Just then a naked foot slides against the foggy rear window | |
| smudging a view. A girl's ass flashes into frame, a head | |
| bobbing up 4 down, hands grabbing. A scream. | |
| CHEDDER BOB | |
| Are they killin’ that bitch or | |
| what? | |
| DJ Iz opens the back door, a pretty naked leg spills out. | |
| DJ IZ | |
| 36. | |
| - She ain’t dead yet. | |
| DJ Iz jumps right in. More screams— | |
| SOL (OS) | |
| What the fuck, yo? Can't you knock | |
| first? | |
| DJ IZ (OS) | |
| It's a car, nigga - An' it's | |
| muthafuckin' cold out - | |
| While Sol & DJ Iz argue, everybody starts piling into the | |
| car. Jimmy and the Honey-Dipped girl suddenly find | |
| themselves standing next to each other. Alone. Eyes meet. | |
| Time for names. She’s ALEXANDRA LATOURNO, Alex & Al, and | |
| she shivers just a little bit in the cold. | |
| JIMMY | |
| (slips off his hood) | |
| - hey. | |
| ALEX | |
| (big eyes; fucked up) | |
| You're Jimmy Smith Jr. - right? | |
| JIMMY | |
| (smiles; flattered she | |
| knows his name) | |
| Yeah - | |
| ALEX | |
| You went to Osborne with my older | |
| sister, Janice Latourno - | |
| JIMMY | |
| (no idea who she is) | |
| - yeah I think I remember her. | |
| ALEX | |
| My name's Alex. | |
| JIMMY | |
| - yo you don't look like an Alex. | |
| She smiles at him. Oh god, she smiled at him. | |
| ALEX | |
| (smiling at him) | |
| It's Alexandra. But nobody ever | |
| calls me that ya know. Sounds like | |
| an old actress or whatever - | |
| 37. | |
| Alex slides into the Lincoln. Before Jimmy gets in he hears | |
| someone call out "Hey Rabbit!" from across the parking lot. | |
| It's Janeane. He jumps into the car, | |
| FUTURE | |
| (laughs, shouts out from | |
| the back seat) | |
| Quick. It’s the baby mama drama! | |
| And Jimmy peels out before Janeane gets close -- | |
| 26 26. 26 | |
| Fast car flying. Nine people packed inside tight. Future & | |
| Sol with their girl on their laps playing around in the | |
| back seat next to DJ Iz & Chedder Bob squeezed together. Up | |
| front. Wink flirting with Alex's girlfriend, Alex on her | |
| lap sittingthisclosetoJimmy driving. | |
| It's crazy, loud. 96.3 on the radio. Fighting, tickling, | |
| laughing, singing. Everybody doing their own thing. Jimmy | |
| trying to stay cool. So close. To her. It’s agony. | |
| ALEX | |
| (low under the music) | |
| - So you work at the hotel? That | |
| Springer guy always such a dick - | |
| or ya know just with you? | |
| Jimmy laughs, shrugs his shoulders. | |
| ALEX | |
| What are you, like a bellboy - | |
| JIMMY | |
| No, yo - bell man. | |
| ALEX | |
| (smiles) | |
| - Whatever. I'm justa tea girl. Not | |
| for long ya know - | |
| There's a commotion in the back between Sol and DJ Iz | |
| jockeying for position. | |
| DJ IZ | |
| - yo what kinda shit you pullin', | |
| Sol? | |
| PRETTY GIRL | |
| Who's Sol? | |
| 38. | |
| Future grabs the girl and starts kissing her in the jam. | |
| Sol pushes DJ Iz. | |
| SOL | |
| Shut up, Izzy - | |
| Sol and DJ Iz fight in close quarters. Chedder Bob sees | |
| Future and the girl gain' at it hands all over each other. | |
| He starts barking. Chaos. | |
| Everybody in front turns to see what's going on in the | |
| back. Alex leaning even closer to Jimmy when she looks, her | |
| face brushes against his, her hand on his shoulder, | |
| steadying. Oh... Jimmy swerves the car | |
| She falls against him, on him. Over him. He straightens it | |
| back out trying to concentrate on the road. She leans over, | |
| a short distance, almost kissing his face. | |
| ALEX | |
| (laughs) | |
| - Lucky you rap better than you | |
| drive, Jimmy. | |
| JIMMY | |
| Huh? | |
| ALEX | |
| I heard you were a real dope | |
| rapper. | |
| JIMMY | |
| (giving her shit) | |
| - "dope rapper?" | |
| ALEX | |
| (pushes him; joking) | |
| Shit yeah - | |
| JIMMY | |
| (hides a smile) | |
| - ya know. | |
| ALEX | |
| So are you like signed or anything, | |
| whatever yet? Ya know what's your | |
| deal? | |
| SPLIT SCREES: | |
| WINK | |
| 39. | |
| Not yet, but he's recordin' with me | |
| & Prince at Paisley Park. He jus' | |
| needs to get some songs together - | |
| - Really? | |
| JIMMY | |
| Well - I dunno - | |
| ALEX | |
| - Really? | |
| CUT SPLIT SCREEN; | |
| JIMMY | |
| - Yeah. It's cool. | |
| ALEX | |
| (touches Jimmy's arm) | |
| Prince? | |
| CUTSPLIT SCREEN: | |
| FUTURE (OS) | |
| (calls out from | |
| underneath the Pretty | |
| Girl) | |
| - Did I hear one a you muthafuckas | |
| say Prince? | |
| JIMMY | |
| (looks down at Alex | |
| touching his arm) | |
| Well I - um - | |
| CUT SPLIT SCREEN: | |
| WINK | |
| Yo don't be jealous, Future - I’m | |
| 3rd Person now, man - | |
| FUTURE (OS) | |
| (laughs) | |
| Jealous? You crazy, muthafucka? | |
| Fuck Prince - | |
| CUT SPLIT SCREEN: | |
| FUTURE | |
| (squeezes the Pretty Girl | |
| out of the way; to Alex) | |
| - If you really wanna see Jimmy | |
| trip, baby, c'mon out to the next | |
| battle - | |
| 40. | |
| JIMMY | |
| - yo, man, whatever. | |
| CHEDDER BOB | |
| (leans in, drunk) | |
| Yeah he's gonna kill those Free | |
| World muth-er-fuck-ers - | |
| CUT SPLIT SCREEN; | |
| JIMMY | |
| Yo shut-up, Bob - | |
| ALEX | |
| When's that? | |
| CUT SPLIT SCREEN: | |
| FUTURE | |
| - Next weekend. | |
| ALEX | |
| Yeah? Shit, Jimmy - all that and | |
| Prince too? | |
| CUT SPLIT SCREEN: | |
| JIMMY | |
| (looks like he wants to | |
| run; stuck) | |
| END SPLIT SCREEN: | |
| Jimmy looks like he wants to run, but he's stuck between | |
| Wink and Future's plans for him, going nowhere. | |
| So he just hits the gas, he can't run but he can drive | |
| faster. Kick it into HIGH SPEED. He hear another song, | |
| letting us into Jimmy's head-- | |
| 27 27. 27 | |
| 41. | |
| HIGH SPEED. Speeding up & down the streets of Detroit, | |
| driving into a neighborhood of small two-story brick | |
| houses, parking in front of Wink‘s room’s house, a bunch of | |
| other kids parking heading inside smoking laughing drinking | |
| yelling cranking music dancing partying inside. Sol making | |
| out with Pretty Girl while Wink leads a little girl past DJ | |
| Iz who’s all over some other girl in the corner near | |
| Chedder Bob hanging out drunk alone watching a bunch of | |
| young girls dancing in the living room in front of a big | |
| picture window, including Alex who's moving slow & sexy | |
| playfully touching her friends and herself kissing them | |
| laughing high on E. | |
| CLOSE ON ALEX, moving slow & sexy playfully touching her | |
| friends and herself kissing them laughing high on E-- Jump | |
| to REGULAR SPEED. | |
| Say it again. Alex moving slow & sexy, playfully touching | |
| her friends and herself, kissing them, laughing high on E. | |
| Jimmy & Future hanging out drinking on the couch, watching | |
| Alex dance. They talk over the music never taking their | |
| eyes off of her. | |
| JIMMY | |
| Yo Fuche - Why'd you say that shit | |
| in the car? | |
| FUTURE | |
| Damn - you weren’t fuckin’ around, | |
| were ya, James - she is perfect, yo | |
| - What’s her name? | |
| JIMMY | |
| - I told you I ain't gonna battle, | |
| yo. | |
| Sol walks by holding hands with the Pretty Girl, laughing. | |
| JIMMY | |
| She really blow the both of ya? | |
| FUTURE | |
| Hell yeah - I'ma sinner, James. | |
| What’s your girl's name? | |
| JIMMY | |
| - Alex. | |
| FUTURE | |
| You sho as hell gonna battle if | |
| Alex is there, boy - you gon care | |
| what she says, youknowhatlmsayin’? | |
| 42. | |
| JIMMY | |
| - I dun no. | |
| FUTURE | |
| Youknowhatlmsayin' - | |
| They sit and watch Alex dance sexy with her friends. Course | |
| he knows what he's saying. | |
| FUTURE | |
| You know what I'm sayin'. | |
| (lights up a cigarette) | |
| We all weak in the flesh, yo - | |
| That's the devil right there, ain't | |
| it? | |
| (laughs) | |
| Just like wink. Tryin' to keep us | |
| all in division an' shit wit' all | |
| his Paisley-fuckin'-Prince talk. | |
| You gotta come to church with me in | |
| the mornin', yo - | |
| JIMMY | |
| (shakes his head no) | |
| - You ever meet Wink's mom? | |
| FUTURE | |
| Uh-uh. I don't think she exists, | |
| man. No one's ever seen 'er - | |
| right? | |
| They look at each other and crack up laughing. All of a | |
| sudden they see Chedder Bob race across the room and jump | |
| into the middle of all the young girls dancing spilling his | |
| drink barking, jumping & dancing like a freak. | |
| Jimmy & Future hop up off the couch and join Chedder Bob | |
| and the girls jumping & dancing a laughing. And then Sol & | |
| DJ Iz join in. And Wink. And before ya know it the whole | |
| crew's loving each other and dancing and Alex moves closer | |
| to Jimmy. | |
| Moves in and starts kissing him hot & heavy so high needing | |
| to touch him and then they're all over each other and -- | |
| CUT TO: | |
| 28 28. 28 | |
| Morning. Jimmy getting cut of the skinny trailer shower, | |
| singing PRINCE'S "Sexy M.F." to himself. Grabs a towel. | |
| Dancing silly and sexy, motherfucker. | |
| 43. | |
| Suddenly he hears his mother scream out "No!" Hears the | |
| front door slam shut! | |
| 29 29. 29 | |
| Jimmy runs out of the bathroom, towel wrapped around his | |
| waist. His mother’s holding onto a piece of paper. Freaking | |
| out. Lily's on the couch. The TV on. | |
| JIMMY | |
| What's the matter? | |
| STEPHANIE | |
| - I just got served, goddamnit. | |
| We’re gettin’ evicted. Why me? | |
| STEPHANIE | |
| (leans against the wall; | |
| trying not to cry) | |
| Shit - | |
| JIMMY | |
| (uncomfortable) | |
| C'mon, not in front a ya know - | |
| He motions to Lily, leads his mom toward her bedroom. | |
| JIMMY | |
| - How many months late're you? | |
| STEPHANIE | |
| - oh God Greg can't find out- | |
| JIMMY | |
| Fuck Greg - | |
| They walk into her bedroom. It's a mess. He slides the | |
| flimsy vinyl door shut. | |
| STEPHANIE | |
| Shit - Okay,-- Three months late - | |
| (losing it) | |
| So we got - what - thirty days to | |
| come up with the money, right - | |
| JIMMY | |
| Whaddaya mean "we? | |
| STEPHANIE | |
| (snaps) | |
| - Hey you need to start chippin' | |
| in, Rabbit, if you're livin' here. | |
| 44. | |
| JIMMY | |
| Fuck that, yo I'm savin' money to | |
| get the fuck outta here, Mom. | |
| When's Greg gettin' his settlement | |
| check? Get the money from him - | |
| STEPHANIE | |
| No I think he might ask me an' Lily | |
| to move away with him someplace | |
| nice, and I just don't wanna freak | |
| him out, baby, and-- | |
| JIMMY | |
| Yo I don't need this. I got a lotta | |
| shit goin' on right now. I'm goin' | |
| to Paisley Park. Maybe even | |
| recordin' with Prince an' shit. | |
| Beat. | |
| STEPHANIE | |
| (starts to smile) | |
| - Really? Prince? | |
| JIMMY | |
| Yeah. Maybe. | |
| STEPHANIE | |
| (still smiling; gives him | |
| a big hug) | |
| I knew you were a genius. We gonna | |
| be rich. Rabbit! | |
| 30 30. 30 | |
| Jimmy the bellman, unloading luggage from a cart into a | |
| suite. A hip guest in his early 30s named MR. LEONARD is | |
| across the room talking on the phone like Jimmy isn't even | |
| there. | |
| MR. LEONARD (INTO THE PHONE) | |
| - I didn't sleep with her. I’m in | |
| love with you...of course I think | |
| you're beautiful...Hold on - | |
| (puts his hand over the | |
| phone; to Jimmy) | |
| Hey busboy - | |
| Jimmy stops, did the guy just call him "busboy?" Jimmy | |
| holds his tongue, continues unloading the luggage cart. Mr. | |
| Leonard snaps his fingers, motions him over-- | |
| 45. | |
| MR. LEONARD | |
| Busboy - | |
| JIMMY | |
| Excuse me - my name is Jimmy, Mr. | |
| Leonard. And I'm a bellman, not a | |
| busboy - | |
| MR. LEONARD | |
| (doesn't give a shit) | |
| Sorry - can you get me a pack a | |
| Marlboros, man? | |
| JIMMY | |
| Sure, Mr. Leonard - | |
| MR. LEONARD (INTO THE PHONE) | |
| - sorry, sweetie, I just gotta find | |
| some money for the busboy...You | |
| sure you're okay? | |
| Mr. Leonard turns his back on Jinny, looking around the | |
| nightstand for cigarette money. | |
| Jinny closes his eyes; we hear an angry song thump on the | |
| soundtrack. He opens up... | |
| The roan is ANIMATED. SuperJimmy flies at MR. LEONARD. | |
| Grabs the phone out of his hand. Starts strangling him to | |
| death with the chord, rapping out about calling him a | |
| busboy. | |
| Mr. Leonard turns cartoon blue. And dies. SuperJimmy just | |
| picks him up & throws him out the window still spitting. | |
| Mr. Leonard crashes down to the ground. | |
| Ana SuperJimmy flies up up & away into the sky. | |
| 31 31. 31 | |
| BACK TO reality (film). Jimmy, wheeling the cart back to | |
| the front lobby. Pissed off. Runs into EARL, a quiet old | |
| bellman in his 60s, tired. Classical music in the | |
| background. | |
| EARL | |
| What’s the matter? | |
| JIMMY | |
| Some fuckin’ guest just called me a | |
| busboy - | |
| 46. | |
| EARL | |
| - Huh? | |
| JIMMY | |
| (raises his voice) | |
| Some Sonuvabitch Called Me A | |
| Busboy, A Busboy, Earl. And now I'm | |
| gettin' 'im cigarettes - | |
| (laughs, leans in closer) | |
| Lemme ask you, man, how you put up | |
| with all this shit for like 30 | |
| years? | |
| Just then, Mr. Springer walks by. Slows down. Checking up | |
| on Jinttry and Earl. | |
| MR. SPRINGER | |
| (already knows the | |
| answer) | |
| On time today, Mr. Smith? | |
| JIMMY | |
| Yessir - | |
| Mr. Springer smiles, continues on his way. | |
| And Jimmy flips him off behind his back. | |
| EARL | |
| (takes the cart from | |
| Jinny) | |
| - sometimes it helps to be hard a | |
| hearing, Jim. | |
| JIMMY | |
| Yeah - | |
| EARL | |
| (smiles) | |
| Or ya could just rip out their | |
| vocal chords. | |
| What? Earl walks off with the cart. Jimmy watches him for a | |
| moment. Shakes his head, gets moving. | |
| He passes by the lobby lounge and sees Alex shadowing an | |
| older woman, getting trained. Serving tea to wealthy old | |
| ladies, mothers & daughters. It’s formal afternoon tea, and | |
| Alex is a "tea girl' dressed in a short black skirt, black | |
| hose, black shoes, and white blouse. Sexy in that French | |
| maid way. | |
| Alex looks up and sees Jimmy. | |
| 47. | |
| She smiles and discreetly gives him the finger. Flirting. | |
| He laughs. | |
| 32 32. 32 | |
| Jimmy, heading into the hotel's gift shop. | |
| He hears someone call out "Rabbit!" | |
| Shit. It's Janeane. | |
| Jimmy looks around. No place to run. No place to hide. | |
| Janeane finally catches up to him. | |
| JANEANE | |
| Why haven't you called? | |
| JIMMY | |
| Yo Janeane - shit, I can’t talk now | |
| - I’m working - | |
| (to the salesperson) | |
| Can I get a pack a Marlboros? | |
| JANEANE | |
| - I don't care. I'm your | |
| girlfriend. Rabbit. | |
| JIMMY | |
| (looks around; lowers his | |
| voice) | |
| Keep your voice down. Shit. I work | |
| here, yo. | |
| Jimmy pays for the cigarettes and heads out of the store. | |
| Janean follows after him. | |
| JIMMY | |
| - An' you're not my girlfriend | |
| anymore. We broke up. | |
| JANEANE | |
| But you took off this time without | |
| even sayin’ a word. We weren't even | |
| fighting - | |
| JIMMY | |
| At least I left you the car an’ | |
| shit. | |
| JANEANE | |
| 48. | |
| Was it 'cause I said I was | |
| pregnant? | |
| Jimmy heads down the hallway back toward the front lobby. | |
| JIMMY | |
| (getting pissed) | |
| I can't talk now, Janeane - You | |
| gotta get the fuck outta here - | |
| JANEANE | |
| I just wanna be your girlfriend. | |
| Rabbit - | |
| JIMMY | |
| - you're gonna get me fired. | |
| JANEANE | |
| (stops; starts to lose | |
| it) | |
| - Just tell me why you left,-- | |
| What'd I do, What'd I do - tell me, | |
| an’ I’ll leave you alone, Rabbit - | |
| Jimmy pulls Janeane aside, fast. Trying to calm her down. | |
| He looks over to the lounge to see if anybody's watching | |
| them. Alex is working. No one notices him & Janeane. | |
| JIMMY | |
| (keeping an eye on Alex; | |
| talks fast) | |
| - you didn't do anything, Janeane. | |
| It's my shit. I just had to get | |
| out,-- I felt all trapped an' shit | |
| - ya know the dishes were pilin' | |
| up, you were always outta | |
| cigarettes, an’ the TV was always | |
| goin' - and, and, and I knew you | |
| weren't pregnant, you jus' told me | |
| that shit to get me to stay, but - | |
| JANEANE | |
| (pushes him away) | |
| Fuck You, you ain't willin' to do | |
| the work, Rabbit - what're you | |
| runnin' from? | |
| JIMMY | |
| - Nothin'. | |
| And Jimmy just walks away. The classical music playing in | |
| the background. Janeane keeps up the fight, eyes red-- | |
| 49. | |
| JANEANE | |
| (calls after him) | |
| Why do you always gotta run away? | |
| He doesn't answer, keeps walking. | |
| JANEANE | |
| RABBIIIIT! | |
| Everyone in the place looks over at Janeane. Jimmy turns | |
| red. He hurries back, putting his arm around Janeane and | |
| quickly leads her out toward the front door, desperately | |
| trying to avoid any further embarrassment. | |
| JIMMY | |
| Janeane, you gotta go - | |
| JANEANE | |
| I'm your girlfriend, Rabbit - you | |
| can't do this to me - | |
| Everybody’s now watching them. | |
| Jimmy hustles her outside, out into the cold. | |
| Storm clouds loom overhead. It's gonna rain, maybe snow. | |
| JIMMY | |
| C'mon, baby, go home - | |
| JANEANE | |
| - Ya know everybody's callin' you a | |
| loser from the other night. | |
| JIMMY | |
| Who told ya that? | |
| JANEANE | |
| (she grabs his arm; | |
| holding on) | |
| I heard ya got booed off stage at | |
| the Shelter. Froze up. They're all | |
| talkin' about it - | |
| JIMMY | |
| (yanks his arm away; | |
| hard) | |
| Fuck you, Janeane. Go home. | |
| Jimmy heads straight back inside. | |
| Alex is waiting for him by the door, standing next to Paul, | |
| the other bellman. | |
| 50. | |
| ALEX | |
| Is everything, ya know, okay? | |
| JIMMY | |
| (keeps walking; head | |
| down) | |
| Yeah - | |
| (quiet so Paul can't | |
| hear) | |
| - Did everybody hear that shit or | |
| what? | |
| Alex looks at him. | |
| ALEX | |
| (hides a smile) | |
| Yeah. | |
| Jimmy just shakes his head, walks to the elevators. | |
| Alex follows after him. | |
| ALEX | |
| Was that your girlfriend? | |
| JIMMY | |
| No - | |
| Alex just laughs. | |
| ALEX | |
| Hey, can you gimme a ride home or | |
| whatever after work? | |
| 33 33. 33 | |
| After work. Pouring rain. Dark, it's getting darker, | |
| Jimmy’s car is parked in an empty lot near the hotel. He | |
| and Alex are inside the Lincoln. Out of uniform. Jimmy | |
| can’t get the car started. Click. Click. Dead. | |
| He looks over at Alex. He’s still fucked up from his fight | |
| with Janeane. The windows fogging up. It’s the first time | |
| they’re all alone. Silence. Tension. Are they gonna kiss? | |
| Alex lights up a cigarette, inhales deeply. Jimmy tries | |
| again. Click. Nothing. Exhales. | |
| JIMMY | |
| - I think there’s an umbrella in | |
| the trunk, yo. | |
| 51. | |
| And we hear a more upbeat jazzy version of our opening | |
| title song... | |
| 34 34. 34 | |
| Jimmy & Alex walking in the rain, sharing an umbrella. | |
| Heading for a crowded bus stop. Bright headlights | |
| intermittently cut the darkness. Jimmy's lost in his own | |
| world. We still hear the song. | |
| A car drives by and splashes a puddle all over Jimmy. | |
| JIMMY | |
| Fuck - | |
| (looks down at his wet | |
| clothes) | |
| Fuck fuck fuck fuck - | |
| Alex cracks up. Jinny throws a fit. | |
| Which make Alex laugh even harder. | |
| We hear the song. | |
| He looks at her laughing, pulls away the umbrella and into | |
| a puddle, splashing Alex. | |
| She’s soaked. Kicks water right back at him. | |
| We hear the song. | |
| They make their way down the street jumping and kicking | |
| water back & forth at each other... | |
| And Jimmy starts singin’ in the rain, just singin’ in the | |
| rain. Showing off for Alex. Trying to impress her. Singing | |
| along to the song. Splashing in puddles. Playing with the | |
| umbrella. | |
| Singin' and dancin' in the rain, just sampling some old | |
| fucking movie. | |
| Jimmy finishes the song just as the bus pulls up. They run | |
| to make it, drenched and laughing. | |
| 35 35. 35 | |
| Jimmy and Alex on the crowded bus. Standing up, packed | |
| tight. Dripping wet. And cold. | |
| 52. | |
| ALEX | |
| (leans into him) | |
| - I hate the bus, ya know, it’s | |
| such a drag. Makes me look like a | |
| laser. But I'm saving up my money | |
| so - | |
| Swinging back & forth, Alex grabs onto Jimmy for support - | |
| She shivers a bit. Turning him on. He shoves his hands into | |
| his pockets, covering. Excited riding the bus. | |
| JIMMY | |
| - How was work? | |
| ALEX | |
| Ya know. Serving tea to rich ladies | |
| and their daughters all dressed up, | |
| thinking they're better than me - | |
| Jimmy smiles. He knows. | |
| ALEX | |
| - And I know that look, 'cause I | |
| used to have this “I’m better than | |
| you attitude" that made me like a | |
| real bitch. But I’m not gonna be | |
| doing this that long ya know. I can | |
| hardly wait to get outta this | |
| shithole before I kill somebody - | |
| JIMMY | |
| (laughs) | |
| - you know where ya goin'? | |
| ALEX | |
| New York or Germany - I won this | |
| modeling contest and this guy was | |
| all, “Hey would ya like to come to | |
| New York?" And I was all like sure | |
| why not - I just gotta put my book | |
| together. | |
| JIMMY | |
| What if the guy's full a shit, yo? | |
| Then what? | |
| ALEX | |
| - Hey, I'm not an idiot. He's with | |
| Elite. And I just know I wanna get | |
| famous. If I don't make it as a | |
| model, I'll just become an actress | |
| or whatever - | |
| (laughs) | |
| 53. | |
| - It's gotta be exciting for you - | |
| recording with Prince and | |
| everything. | |
| JIMMY | |
| I dunno about Prince. But Paisley | |
| Park sounds cool. | |
| ALEX | |
| When’re you goin'? I wanna come - | |
| JIMMY | |
| I dunno, yo. Soon. | |
| (leans in closer) | |
| - You wanna do somethin' tomorrow | |
| night? | |
| ALEX | |
| (raises her voice; | |
| fucking with him) | |
| You asking me out on a date, Jimmy? | |
| People look over at them. Listen in. Eye Jimmy. | |
| JIMMY | |
| (looks around) | |
| Yeah - | |
| Beat. | |
| ALEX | |
| Okay. | |
| He smiles. | |
| ALEX | |
| - But I can't tomorrow night. | |
| JIMMY | |
| Why not? | |
| ALEX | |
| Wink invited me to his show. | |
| JIMMY | |
| The Free World show? | |
| ALEX | |
| (nods her head yes) | |
| - Ya know I saw you fight those | |
| guys in the parking lot the other | |
| night at Stanley's Cafe. | |
| 54. | |
| JIMMY | |
| (surprised) | |
| - You were there? | |
| ALEX | |
| Yeah. Me and all my friends - They | |
| think you're crazy. | |
| JIMMY | |
| (snaps) | |
| They don't even fuckin' know me - | |
| Alex just looks at him. | |
| An awkward beat. | |
| JIMMY | |
| (trying to stay cool) | |
| - and you heard all that shit | |
| Lyckety-Splyt said? | |
| ALEX | |
| Yeah. | |
| The bus pulls over for a stop, the doors open. | |
| Jimmy wants to go. | |
| JIMMY | |
| - This's my stop, yo. | |
| ALEX | |
| (looks out the window) | |
| Nice neighborhood. | |
| Jimmy heads out the door. In a hurry. | |
| Hurting Alex's feelings. | |
| JIMMY | |
| Thanks, I'll see ya later, yo. | |
| Jimmy gets off the bus in the rain, stays on the sidewalk. | |
| Waits for it to drive away. And then screams out. Angry. | |
| Loud. | |
| Beat. | |
| 36 36. 36 | |
| 55. | |
| Later. Chedder Bob driving Jimmy and Future in some old | |
| beater. He's a terrible driver. The rain has let up. The | |
| world is grey, blue. | |
| JIMMY | |
| (hard; on edge) | |
| - head down to the Shelter, Bob. | |
| CHEDDER BOB | |
| I thought we were goin' to Wink's, | |
| mom's house. | |
| JIMMY | |
| I wanna jump those Free World | |
| motherfuckers first - It's time | |
| they got theirs. | |
| CHEDDER BOB | |
| (looks at Jimmy) | |
| But Sol & DJ Iz're already settin' | |
| up all their shit at Wink's. | |
| FUTURE | |
| What? | |
| Chedder Bob almost rear-ends the car in front of them. | |
| JIMMY | |
| Watch the road, fool! Where'd ya | |
| get this car from anyway? | |
| CHEDDER BOB | |
| Stole it from my sister. | |
| FUTURE | |
| (shakes his head at | |
| Jimmy) | |
| Yo I can't believe you’re takin' | |
| this Wink bullshit serious, Jim. | |
| JIMMY | |
| Back off, yo - | |
| CHEDDER BOB | |
| (to Future) | |
| Maybe you jus' jealous - like Wink | |
| keeps sayin’. | |
| FUTURE | |
| Yo I don't give a tuck what any man | |
| says. I only need God. I went back | |
| to church the other day - | |
| (to Jimmy; pointed) | |
| 56. | |
| YouhearwhatImsayin’? | |
| 37 37. 37 | |
| The car's parked across the street down from the Shelter. | |
| The guys are sitting low, staking out the joint. | |
| Jinny and Future not talking. Still tense. | |
| CHEDDER BOB | |
| (to Future) | |
| Ya know Rabbit's gonna teach me | |
| howta write rhymes, yo - | |
| Beat. | |
| FUTURE | |
| You? | |
| CHEDDER BOB | |
| MC Bob. | |
| JIMMY | |
| What? | |
| CHEDDER BOB | |
| That a good name, homes? | |
| JIMMY | |
| What's the matter with Chedder Bob? | |
| CHEDDER BOB | |
| I dunno. I like MC Bob - | |
| FUTURE | |
| (laughs) | |
| How about Big Fat Head Bob? | |
| They see a white van pull up in trout of the Shelter and | |
| park. Papa Doc, LC Lyckety-Splyt and the rest of THA FREE | |
| WORLD (two black guys and a white guy named E) pile out. | |
| JIMMY | |
| About time. | |
| FUTURE | |
| Yeah, dawg. | |
| JIMMY | |
| (to Chedder Bob) | |
| 57. | |
| You ready? | |
| CHEDDER BOB | |
| (nods; serious) | |
| Yeah. | |
| (pats his belt) | |
| I’m ready. | |
| They all slide out of the car. | |
| 38 38. 38 | |
| Jimmy and Future walk up to the club. Chedder Bob a step | |
| back. Tha Free World's unloading equipment for their show. | |
| Stacking speakers and mixers and turntables. | |
| They all stop when they see Jimmy and Future. Jimmy just | |
| walks right up to Papa Doc. Shoves him-- | |
| JIMMY | |
| C'mon motherfucker. Lets go. | |
| PAPA DOC | |
| (laughs) | |
| You're gonna fuck wit' us? | |
| LC Lyckety-Splyt jumps in, talking trash. | |
| LC LYCKETY-SPLYT | |
| Yeah, boy - you don't wanna fuck | |
| wit' us! You can't even battle us - | |
| JIMMY | |
| Get the tuck outta here - | |
| He shoves Lyckety-Splyt, wheels and punches Papa Doc in the | |
| face. It's on. Future grabs E-- | |
| The other guys close in. | |
| All hell's about to break loose and-- | |
| Bang! A gunshot! | |
| JIMMY | |
| - What the fuck? | |
| Everybody freezes. Turns around. | |
| Chedder Bob is standing there, holding a .38 up in the air. | |
| 58. | |
| Everybody checks. | |
| Nobody was shot. | |
| CHEDDER BOB | |
| (waving the gun in the | |
| air; hysterical) | |
| Yeah fuck with us - huh? You wanna | |
| fuck with us? Yeah? | |
| Tha Free World just stands there. | |
| Jimmy and Future stare at Chedder Bob. | |
| Beat. | |
| They bear police sirens in the distance. | |
| CHEDDER BOB | |
| You don't wanna fuck with us! | |
| (to Jimmy; panicked) | |
| We-should-go-now - | |
| Chedder Bob backs away, keeping the gun on Cha Free World. | |
| Jimmy just shakes his head. He and Future follow after | |
| Chedder Bob. The sirens getting closer. | |
| They make a run for the car. | |
| 39 39. 39 | |
| Speeding in Chedder Bob's sister's car. He's still holding | |
| onto the gun. Jimmy in the front seat. Future in the back- | |
| Pumped up. And freaking out- | |
| JIMMY | |
| (yelling at Chedder Bob) | |
| Where the fuck ya get that, man? | |
| CHEDDER BOB | |
| - it's my dad's. | |
| FUTURE | |
| You know how to use it? | |
| CHEDDER BOB | |
| Just point an' shoot, homey. | |
| He points the gun into the back seat. | |
| 59. | |
| FUTURE | |
| (leans out of the way) | |
| - Yeah, well, don’t be pointin' it | |
| at me, "homey." | |
| JIMMY | |
| (slaps Chedder Bob on the | |
| head) | |
| Put that shit away, fool - Before | |
| you fuckin' shoot one of us! | |
| Suddenly the white van appears behind them. | |
| CHEDDER BOB | |
| Oh shit! | |
| 40 40. 40 | |
| The old car whips around a turn. Chedder Bob weaving in and | |
| out of traffic. Driving like a maniac. The white van still | |
| on their tail. | |
| CHEDDER BOB | |
| (panicking) | |
| Fuck fuck fuck - | |
| JIMMY | |
| What'd ya think was gonna happen? | |
| You pulled a gun on ’em - | |
| CHEDDER BOB | |
| (looks at Jimmy) | |
| I dunno - | |
| FUTURE | |
| Watch the fucking road. Head! | |
| Chedder Bob takes another turn fast. Almost hits a car. | |
| Speeds up. | |
| The van still there. Gaining. Gaining. | |
| CHEDDER BOB | |
| (hands Jimmy the .38) | |
| Here. Shoot at 'em. | |
| JIMMY | |
| I ain't gonna shoot at anybody, you | |
| idiot! Just fucking drive - | |
| Chedder Bob floors it. A light up ahead changes from yellow | |
| to red. | |
| 60. | |
| Chedder Bob doesn't slow. | |
| Runs the red light-- | |
| Zigzags fast between two cars! | |
| The van follows-- | |
| A horn beeps! | |
| The van brakes! Skids just missing an oncoming car-- | |
| And sideswipes a parked car! Crashing to a stop. | |
| The guys look back. See tha Free World jump out of their | |
| car. Up in aims. | |
| JIMMY | |
| Turn the car around, Chedder Bob - | |
| turn the fuck around. | |
| CHEDDER BOB | |
| Why? | |
| JIMMY | |
| Just do it - | |
| Chedder Bob whips a U-turn, speeds back toward tha Free | |
| World. | |
| Jimmy grabs the wheel from him, heads straight for Papa | |
| Doc. | |
| Chedder Bob freaks. | |
| Papa Doc doesn't move. | |
| Jimmy just keeps his hand on the wheel. Playing chicken. | |
| Gonna run him right over-- | |
| And Papa Doc jumps out of the way just in time! | |
| Jinny spins the car around, takes his hand off the wheel | |
| and leans out the window-- | |
| JIMMY | |
| Yo - | |
| He smiles. And gives them all the finger. | |
| 61. | |
| 41 41. 41 | |
| Jimmy, Future and Chedder Bob walk up to Wink's mother's | |
| house. Laughing. All hopped up. | |
| JIMMY | |
| We fuckin’ showed those guys - | |
| FUTURE | |
| - That shit was crazy. | |
| CHEDDER BOB | |
| (beside himself) | |
| Yeah, I can hardly wait to tell | |
| everybody! | |
| Jimmy stops - | |
| JIMMY | |
| Fuck. Don’t say shit to Wink, Bob. | |
| FUTURE | |
| Why not? | |
| Jimmy checks inside the big picture window. | |
| Doesn’t see anybody. | |
| JIMMY | |
| You know - | |
| FUTURE | |
| Yeah, you don’t wanna fuck up your | |
| chances with 'im - is that it? | |
| JIMMY | |
| Fuck you, Ruche - | |
| FUTURE | |
| (shakes his head) | |
| - I can't believe you give a shit | |
| what that little bitch is gonna | |
| think, Jimmy. | |
| 42 42. 42 | |
| Inside Wink's mom's house, Jinny, Future and Chedder Bob | |
| make their way down some dark stairs, descending into the | |
| fluorescent lit basement. Panelled walls, couch, card | |
| table, shitty TV. | |
| 62. | |
| Sol and DJ IZ are setting up equipment. A crate of records, | |
| a mixer, two turntables £ a microphone. Wink's got his arm | |
| around some pretty YOUNG GIRL, carrying on. | |
| WINK | |
| - Yo where the fuck you guys been? | |
| Beat. | |
| JIMMY | |
| (looks at Future) | |
| Around. | |
| Future sits down on the couch, smokes a cigarette. Pissed | |
| off. | |
| DJ IZ | |
| (hooking up the mixer) | |
| We're almost all hooked up here. | |
| SOL | |
| Yeah. An' Wink was jus' cellin’ us | |
| how he got in wit' Prince. | |
| CHEDDER BOE | |
| Isn’t he just called the Artist | |
| now? | |
| WINK | |
| Naw he’s Prince again, dawg - And | |
| he's friends wit Lee Darucher. | |
| DJ IZ | |
| Isn't that Moochie? | |
| SOL | |
| Moochie is Lee Darucher? | |
| WINK | |
| No. Lee Darucher's a concert | |
| promoter, man. He’s tight with | |
| those guys down at 96.3 - And yo he | |
| says they're gonna play some 3rd | |
| Person this Friday. Said they | |
| flipped over my songs an' shit. | |
| Everybody stops, | |
| Beat. | |
| JIMMY | |
| (impressed) | |
| 63. | |
| Shiiit. They’re gonna play it on | |
| the radio? | |
| FUTURE | |
| So? Doesn’t even raise my fuckin' | |
| eyebrow. | |
| WINK | |
| (to Future) | |
| C'mon, man it's 96.3 - | |
| FUTURE | |
| Prince is a faggot. | |
| YOUNG GIRL | |
| - Prince isn't gay. Michael Jackson | |
| is gay. | |
| SOL | |
| Michael Jackson is not gay. Maybe | |
| Tito - | |
| JIMMY | |
| Tito? | |
| SOL | |
| Hell, yeah. But not Michael - No. | |
| You see, Michael just never had a | |
| childhood or nothin', yo - | |
| DJ IZ | |
| (going through his stack | |
| of records) | |
| - no no, Michael has some serious | |
| self-image issues, man. | |
| (pulls out MICHAEL | |
| JACKSON'S "Thriller") | |
| He used to be black. Now he's just | |
| tryin' to make himself white to | |
| please White America. Get that | |
| white love an' shit - no doubt no | |
| doubt. | |
| SOL | |
| What the fuck're you talkin' about? | |
| FUTURE | |
| - It’s always easier for a white | |
| man to succeed in a Black man’s | |
| medium - | |
| (looks straight at Wink; | |
| fucking with him) | |
| YouknowhatImsayin'? | |
| 64. | |
| WINK | |
| (to Future) | |
| Why do you always gotta give me | |
| shit? Just 'cause you host those | |
| battles? Like that’s some big | |
| fucking deal - | |
| Future jumps up off the couch, gets right in Wink’s face. | |
| Right between all the equipment (turntables t microphone) - | |
| - | |
| DC IZ | |
| - Be careful, yo. That shit cost us | |
| a fortune. | |
| SOL | |
| Why else you think we still livin’ | |
| at home, dawg? | |
| FUTURE | |
| (laughs at Wink) | |
| - If you’re so good why don’t you | |
| spit for us right now, 3rd Person? | |
| WINK | |
| What? | |
| Future grabs the mic and hands it to Wink. | |
| FUTURE | |
| You couldn’t freestyle if your life | |
| depended on it, bitch - C'mon. Rap | |
| somethin' for us. You're gonna be | |
| on the radio - | |
| Future flips on the turntables. Puts on Michael Jackson | |
| "Wanna He Startin’ Somethin'." | |
| WINK | |
| (puts down the mic) | |
| You’re psycho, man - | |
| FUTURE | |
| Am I? Just ’cause you recorded at | |
| Paisley Park don’t mean you any | |
| good. Anybody can record at Paisley | |
| Park if you got the money, right? | |
| Jimmy steps in between the two. Michael Jackson singing in | |
| the background. | |
| JIMMY | |
| 65. | |
| Leave 'im alone, Fuche. This is | |
| bullshit. I’m fuckin’ sick a you | |
| two always talkin’ shit about each | |
| other - Just tryin' to pump your | |
| own, selves up. Ya know? | |
| (walks away) | |
| I'm outta here - | |
| 43 43. 43 | |
| It's late. But Jimmy's still going home the back way. | |
| Through the field. Over the fence. | |
| 44 44. 44 | |
| Inside the trailer, Jimmy walks past the kitchen. | |
| Stephanie’s at the table all alone watching TV. | |
| JIMMY | |
| Hey, didya win at bingo tonight? | |
| STEPHANIE | |
| - no. Did you hear from Prince yet? | |
| JIMMY | |
| No. Fuck - | |
| (shakes his head) | |
| You guys never win. | |
| STEPHANIE | |
| (whispers) | |
| Shhh - Greg's sleepin’. I know you | |
| don't like him an' he don’t like | |
| you but - | |
| Stephanie sits there. Beat. | |
| JIMMY | |
| (whispers) | |
| You alright? | |
| STEPHANIE | |
| (whispers) | |
| I’m havin' a, a - ahh - a problem | |
| with Greg - | |
| JIMMY | |
| (whispers) | |
| What. Did he find out about the | |
| eviction? | |
| 66. | |
| Stephanie shakes her head no. | |
| JIMMY | |
| (whispers) | |
| His settlement check‘s not comin*? | |
| STEPHANIE | |
| (belligerent) | |
| No. No. It's coming. It's me and | |
| Greg's sex life. It's good, I mean, | |
| ya know, real good, but the-- | |
| JIMMY | |
| Yo I don't wanna hear this shit - | |
| STEPHANIE | |
| (just keeps talking) | |
| But see the problem is Greg doesn't | |
| like to go-- | |
| JIMMY | |
| (cutting her off) | |
| Mom Mom Mom Mom Mom Mom I don't | |
| wanna hear it yo - | |
| Jimmy heads for the bathroom. Getting ready for bed. He | |
| peels off his shirt. Stephanie follows after him. | |
| STEPHANIE | |
| Hey you've got a nice body, Rabbit | |
| - | |
| JIMMY | |
| (stops) | |
| What? | |
| STEPHANIE | |
| Greg won't go down on me. | |
| JIMMY | |
| Mom! | |
| STEPHANIE | |
| (whispers) | |
| He won’t go down on me. I mean I | |
| keep askin' him an' like I have no | |
| problem goin' down on — | |
| Jimmy puts his hands over his ears, running into the | |
| bathroom-- | |
| JIMMY | |
| Mom, stop, I'm not hearin' this - | |
| 67. | |
| He closes the door in her face. | |
| 45 45. 45 | |
| Early morning, behind the hotel. Jimmy's getting out of | |
| Sol' s mother's shitty car. Sol drove him to work. Garbage | |
| bags line the filthy alley. Sun rising. Harsh reality. | |
| Jimmy pauses for a moment before he closes the door. | |
| JIMMY | |
| - Hey Sol, ya ever wonder at what | |
| point ya just say “fuckit." When ya | |
| know ya gotta stop livin' up here - | |
| (gestures over his head, | |
| then drops his hand down | |
| low) | |
| And start livin' down here. | |
| Beat. | |
| SOL | |
| (looks at him half | |
| asleep) | |
| - It's fuckin' 6:30 in the morning, | |
| dawg. | |
| JIMMY | |
| (laughs) | |
| Thanks for the rider yo - and thank | |
| ‐ | |
| your mom for tendin' you the car | |
| l'll see ya after work. | |
| 46 46. 46 | |
| Hours later. Jimmy the bellman, finishes loading luggage | |
| into a brand spanking new Porsche parked in front of the | |
| hotel. Everything's SILENT. Except we hear Jimmy rapping a | |
| song to himself. Quiet. Simple. Poetry. | |
| He closes the trunk and quickly looks around, never | |
| stopping his music. Everything else still silent. Jimmy | |
| slips into the sports car. Checking out the interior. | |
| Suddenly the passenger side door swings open, SOUND | |
| crashing back-- | |
| And Alex jumps in, holding onto her "French maid" uniform. | |
| Jimmy can't believe his eyes. He looks again. She's still | |
| there. | |
| ALEX | |
| 68. | |
| C'mon, let's get outta here - | |
| JIMMY | |
| Where to? | |
| ALEX | |
| (laughs) | |
| Anywhere in this car - | |
| She leans over to give him a kiss, all turned on. Looks up. | |
| And stops. | |
| ALEX | |
| Uh-oh - | |
| Jimmy follows her eyes... | |
| A chubby guest, MR. KOSKO, is standing there watching them | |
| about to kiss in his new Porsche. Alex just laughs, gets | |
| out of the car and heads for the hotel leaving Jimmy | |
| behind. | |
| Jimmy quickly jumps out-- | |
| JIMMY | |
| I can explain, Mr. Kosko - I-- | |
| MR. KOSKO | |
| (dismissive) | |
| Don't. You're just a terrible | |
| bellman - | |
| A frantic woman. Mr. Kosko’s wife, hurries up to the car. | |
| JIMMY | |
| (trying to stay cool) | |
| - Your wife's luggage is all loaded | |
| up, sir. Will there be anything | |
| else? | |
| Mr. Kosko's cell phone rings. | |
| MR. KOSKO | |
| There's a blue suit in my room I | |
| need dry cleaned. Do you think you | |
| can handle that? | |
| JIMMY | |
| (forces a smile) | |
| - Yessir. Room 722, right? | |
| 69. | |
| 47 47. 47 | |
| Jimmy, running back into the hotel. Looks for Alex. Chedder | |
| Bob and Paul are in the middle of an argument-- | |
| PAUL | |
| Call me a faggot again and I'll | |
| beat your ass - | |
| CHEDDER’BOB | |
| But you're gay - | |
| PAUL | |
| (hard) | |
| So? | |
| Chedder Bob backs down. | |
| JIMMY | |
| (laughs) | |
| Yo Chedder Bob, didya see Alex come | |
| in - | |
| CHEDDER BOE | |
| MC Bob. | |
| JIMMY | |
| Whatever. Didya see her? | |
| Cbedder Bob points down the hall. | |
| 48 48. 48 | |
| Jimmyy runs down the hallway. Catches up to Alex. She's | |
| walking backwards, still holding onto her uniform. A | |
| crooked smile pasted on her face. | |
| ALES | |
| Hey. Why'd ya take off like that | |
| yesterday? | |
| JIMMY | |
| - It was jus' my stop, yo. And then | |
| I hadda show those Free World | |
| motherfuckers what was up - | |
| ALEX | |
| (impressed) | |
| You did? | |
| JIMMY | |
| Yeah I did. | |
| 70. | |
| She turns back around. They head down the hall together. | |
| ALEX | |
| - Ya know we shoulda just stolen | |
| that fucker's Porsche. | |
| JIMMY | |
| (laughs) | |
| You ever steal a car before? | |
| ALEK | |
| No. But I figure you have, right? | |
| And then we coulda just taken off | |
| for good, whatever - | |
| She turns down another hallway, toward the hotel’s giant | |
| kitchen, waiters & waitresses busy coming & going. | |
| JIMMY | |
| Where ya goin', yo? | |
| ALEX | |
| Pickin’ up a little somethin1 for | |
| tonight, "yo" - | |
| 49 49. 49 | |
| In the kitchen. Busy & bright. Alex walks up to a thin | |
| white prep cook, pulls him aside to the comer and whispers | |
| into his ear. Jimmy talks to the other prep cook, CLIO, a | |
| cool black chick. A cheap boom box whines in the | |
| background. | |
| JIMMY | |
| - Clio, can you make me a | |
| hamburger? | |
| CLIO | |
| Sure thing, Rabbit. | |
| Alex makes her way over, slipping some pills (E) into her | |
| front pocket - | |
| ALEX | |
| - Hey why do some people call you | |
| Rabbit? | |
| JIMMY | |
| That's jus’ one a my names ~ | |
| CLIO | |
| (laughs) | |
| 71. | |
| 'Cause he's fast - and likes to | |
| fuck a lot. | |
| ALEX | |
| Yeah? | |
| JIMMY | |
| - Yeah. | |
| Alex smiles. | |
| CLIO | |
| Tell ya what, Rabbit - I'll battle | |
| ya for the hamburger - | |
| Some of the other kitchen help overhear. Get excited. | |
| Jimmy notices. Unsure. | |
| JIMMY | |
| Oh I dunno - | |
| ALEX | |
| (pushes him) | |
| C'mon, "Rabbit" - | |
| Jimmy looks at her. He cares what she says. | |
| JIMMY | |
| A'ight, a’ight - | |
| Some of the other cooks and dishwashers pipe in. A couple | |
| of 'em start banging on the counters getting a beat | |
| together. Gathering around Jimmy and Clio. And Clio goes | |
| first, battling Jimmy. | |
| Freestyling about-- | |
| 1. Jimmy being a bellman. | |
| 2. Always late. | |
| 3. And white. | |
| She's pretty good. Finishes. Now it’s Jinny's turn. | |
| Alex watching. He looks at her. | |
| Opens his mouth to spit and he goes off, freestyling like | |
| mad. | |
| He's fast and clear. | |
| 72. | |
| Words flowing, focused, kicking Clio’s ass. | |
| Showing off in front of Alex. | |
| He finishes. The kitchen goes crazy. He looks over to Alex. | |
| And she's hot. In love. | |
| By now, more waiters & waitresses are hanging around | |
| getting into it, clapping, dancing. Someone turns up the | |
| boom box, more music. Can anyone say "Hot Lunch" - shit, | |
| we're sampling "FAME." | |
| A teenage PUERTO-RICAN DISHWASHER jumps in to battle Jimmy. | |
| Everybody clapping and moving, whooping and hollering. | |
| Music everywhere. | |
| Jimmy battles the dishwasher. | |
| Back & forth. | |
| The rhymes flow. | |
| It's all good. | |
| 50 50. 50 | |
| Jimmy & Alex leave the kitchen. She's exhilarated. | |
| He's wolfing down his hamburger. | |
| ALEX | |
| That was,-- Ya know, that was | |
| amazing - | |
| Jimmy smiles as they head down the hall, a bounce in his | |
| step. | |
| ALEX | |
| You're definitely gonna make it. | |
| Not like all those losers back | |
| there. | |
| JIMMY | |
| They're not really losers, yo - | |
| ALEX | |
| They're not recording with Prince - | |
| JIMMY | |
| 73. | |
| (between bites) | |
| I should probably get back to work | |
| an' shit - | |
| ALEX | |
| No I think me & you should-- | |
| Alex sees the older woman we saw training her the other | |
| day, the tea director, her boss, heading their way. | |
| ALEX | |
| Shit. There's my boss, I'm late - | |
| C'mon - | |
| She grabs Jimmy's free hand, turns around and takes off | |
| running in the opposite direction-- | |
| Running together, Jimmy still with a mouthful of hamburger, | |
| running down the hall. | |
| They turn down another hallway, hauling ass and see-- | |
| Mr. Springer getting off an elevator. | |
| They screech to a stop. | |
| Searching for an escape route, nowhere left to run. | |
| Or hide. Caught between two authority figures. | |
| Mr. Springer sees them, waves and heads in their direction. | |
| Alex checks around for her boss. Jimmy stuck with a | |
| mouthful of food. Chews hard, fast to swallow. | |
| Mr. Springer getting closer. | |
| Jimmy doesn't knew what to do with the hamburger in his | |
| hand. | |
| Puts it behind his back. | |
| Mr. Springer walks up. And Jinny stuffs the sandwich into | |
| his back pocket. | |
| MR. SPRINGER | |
| Mr. Smith, Miss Latoumo - | |
| ALEX | |
| Hey, Mr. Springer - | |
| Jimmy smiles, swallowing the last of his food. | |
| 74. | |
| MR, SPRINGER | |
| (to Jimmy) | |
| I just wanted to say, Mr. Smith, | |
| you’ve been doing a much better job | |
| - | |
| JIMMY | |
| - thanks. So how 'bout those extra | |
| shifts? | |
| Alex catches a glimpse of her boss turning the corner. | |
| ALEX | |
| (so innocent) | |
| Excuse me, Mr. Springer - But I | |
| gotta go change for work. I don't | |
| ya know wanna be late - | |
| MR. SPRINGER | |
| And where are you going, Mr. Smith? | |
| JIMMY | |
| I'm running an errand for a guest, | |
| sir. | |
| MR. SPRINGER | |
| (looks at both of them) | |
| Okay. Well, get to work - | |
| They walk slowly away from Mr. Springer, Jimmy keeping his | |
| hands behind his ass covering the hamburger in his pocket. | |
| They round the next corner, then take off running again-- | |
| Down the hall. Take a turn. | |
| Up to another bank or elevators. | |
| They jump into an open elevator, just as the doors close. | |
| 51 51. 51 | |
| In the elevator, Jimmy & Alex catching their breath. | |
| It's empty. | |
| They look at each other and start laughing. | |
| Their eyes meet. | |
| Still out of breath. | |
| 75. | |
| JIMMY | |
| (crooked smile) | |
| - what do you think we should do | |
| now? | |
| ALRX | |
| What do you think we should do? | |
| He leans in closer. Both of them having a hard time | |
| catching their breath. Excited, turned on. | |
| JIMMY | |
| You know - | |
| ALEX | |
| - yeah. Yeah. Yeah, yeah I think | |
| you should fuck me. | |
| He slides his hands down her pants. She moans. | |
| They kiss, still out of breath, pulling at each other's | |
| clothes-- | |
| 52 52. 52 | |
| Jimmy, opening the door to room 722. He pulls her inside | |
| and they fall in on and all over each other. Breathing | |
| heavy. | |
| He pushes her up against the door. Pulls up her shirt. | |
| Her face hot and red. | |
| ALEX | |
| (whispering) | |
| I want it all! | |
| JIMMY | |
| - yeah. | |
| ALEX | |
| Everything. | |
| She pulls down her pants. No underwear. | |
| ALEX | |
| (slowly) | |
| I wantchya to do everything to me | |
| Jimmy. Take me everywhere. Promise. | |
| She kisses him. | |
| 76. | |
| ALEX | |
| Fucking promise me, Jimmy. | |
| She moans. | |
| And he fucks her, hanging against the door in rhythm with | |
| their breathing and moaning. | |
| JIMMY | |
| How does this feel, do you like it? | |
| Fucking her harder. | |
| ALEX | |
| Yes yes yes. | |
| 53 53. 53 | |
| Sitting down, against the door. Both sweaty, hot & wet. | |
| Disheveled. Happy. Alter sex. He looks at her. | |
| Beat. | |
| JIMMY | |
| (stands up, pulling up | |
| his pants) | |
| - I gotta get back to work, yo. | |
| ALEX | |
| Uh-uh, Rabbit. | |
| JIMMY | |
| Why? Wasn't that good for you? | |
| ALEX | |
| Yeah. But - | |
| JIMMY | |
| (sits back down) | |
| - oh this is the part where I'm | |
| supposed to like open up an' share | |
| same shit with you - right? | |
| ALEX | |
| (smiles) | |
| Yeah. | |
| JIMMY | |
| But I don’t want to - | |
| 77. | |
| ALEX | |
| Like why dontchya wanna battle on | |
| Stage again? Wink says the last | |
| time you tried you-- | |
| JIMMY | |
| (snaps) | |
| Fuck. I don't want people talkin' | |
| shit about me no care - what's so | |
| fuckin' hard to understand about | |
| that? You ever been booed before, | |
| have a whole crowd label you? | |
| ALEX | |
| No - | |
| JIMMY | |
| Well it sucks. And I got enough to | |
| worry about - if I'm ever gonna | |
| really do anything, ya know - I'ma— | |
| (beat) | |
| I'm just tired a - ahh - I - | |
| Before Jimmy can finish, he hears someone talking at the | |
| door. Good ears. He motions to Alex to be quiet. | |
| It's Mr. Kosko. | |
| They look at each other. Shit. | |
| Grab their clothes, hop into the closet fast. | |
| 54 54. 54 | |
| Inside the closet, trying to stay quiet. Darkness. | |
| They hear Mr. Kosko come into the room, arguing on the | |
| phone. | |
| Upset. | |
| JIMMY | |
| (mouths to Alex) | |
| Oh fuck - fuck. | |
| Alex’s eyes go wide. A naughty smile. | |
| They can still hear Mr. Kosko babbling away on the phone. | |
| And Alex leans over and quietly goes down on Jimmy. | |
| CLOSE ON JIMMY, biting onto his bottom lip. | |
| 78. | |
| Having to stay quiet. | |
| It's so fucking good. | |
| Alex's head bobbing in and out of frame. | |
| Up & down. | |
| 55 55. 55 | |
| After work, late afternoon. Jimmy fixing his car in the | |
| hotel parking lot. He can't stop smiling. | |
| Future, Sol and DJ Iz hanging out. | |
| Sol's sitting on the hood of his mother’s car in the middle | |
| of telling a story-- | |
| SOL | |
| - you won't believe what happened | |
| ta me this mornin', yo. | |
| JIMMY | |
| Bitch, it ain’t gonna beat what | |
| happened to me - | |
| SOL | |
| Yo lemme finish, dawg. So I was up | |
| 6:30 in the mornin' with my mom's | |
| car an’ nuthin’ to do, so I decide | |
| to do laundry. | |
| DJ IZ | |
| What? | |
| SOL | |
| (ignores him) | |
| 79. | |
| - An’ there was this girl in the | |
| laundromat, an' she wasn't that | |
| good lookin' - not ugly - just not | |
| good lookin’, ya know what I mean? | |
| So we get to talking an' we hit it | |
| off. I’m talkin' all this shit an’ | |
| she’s givin' it right back to me, | |
| ya know we're really gettin1 into | |
| it. An1 then she says a good man | |
| like me must have a good woman | |
| somewhere, an' I tell her the | |
| truth, I tell her that me an’ my | |
| woman just broke up - an' she asks | |
| why, an' I say that she did me | |
| wrong ya know. An' she says she | |
| know women like that. But that’s | |
| not her, that‘s not how she treats | |
| her man. An’ then she says she's | |
| lookin’ for a good man. | |
| Sol jumps off the hood of the car, and starts talking to it | |
| like it was the woman in the laundromat. | |
| SOL | |
| (all cool an' shit) | |
| - So I say, “What would you do with | |
| a good man?" An' she tells me, I | |
| mean she tells me exactly what she | |
| would do with a good man. And I | |
| mean it includes muthafuckin' | |
| everything - everything, man - anal | |
| sex, everything. | |
| (moves his hips back & | |
| forth, humping the car) | |
| So man, I know this's the girl for | |
| me, yo. 6:30 in the mornin' at the | |
| laundromat an' I'm talkin' about | |
| fuckin' this girl in the ass - | |
| shit, she wasn't that good lookin' | |
| man, but she wasn't ugly either- | |
| Know what I mean, Future? Maybe me | |
| & you can both do 'er - | |
| FUTURE | |
| C'mon, Mista - I'm tryin’ to flip | |
| the script with that shit. You know | |
| that - | |
| DJ IZ | |
| (to Sol) | |
| So what happened? | |
| SOL | |
| 80. | |
| (stops humping the car) | |
| - I got 'er number an' finished my | |
| laundry. | |
| JIMMY | |
| (laughs) | |
| That's it? C'mon, Guess who I | |
| fucked at work this afternoon? | |
| SOL | |
| Chedder Bob? | |
| Beat. | |
| JIMMY | |
| Alex. | |
| FUTURE | |
| Get the fuck outta here - | |
| SOL | |
| She's so fucking het, dawg. We | |
| should share her - | |
| JIMMY | |
| (shakes his head no) | |
| She's on me, yo. We fucked this | |
| afternoon in this dude’s room. An' | |
| then he came back. An' we hid in | |
| the closet, an' get this - She | |
| sucked my dick until he left. | |
| Serious. I'm in love - | |
| The guys all gather around, whooping and hollering high- | |
| fiving Jinny. He’s the man. | |
| DJ IZ | |
| Shit. When ya gonna see 'er again? | |
| JIMMY | |
| - I think she's goin' to Wink's | |
| show tonight. Hopefully I'll see | |
| 'er after that. | |
| 56 56. 56 | |
| The sun goes down. Jimmy parks the newly-fixed Lincoln in | |
| front of the drab double-wide mobile home. Slips on his | |
| headphones. Getting lost in his own world. | |
| 57 57 57 | |
| 81. | |
| Jimmy hurries into the trailer, tuning out. Walks past the | |
| kitchen. Sees Alex and Wink hanging out drinking cheap | |
| champagne with Stephanie. | |
| What? | |
| Jimmy pulls off his headphones. Horrified. | |
| STEPHANIE | |
| - Hey, Rabbit - C'mon in we're | |
| havin' a party! Greg’s settlement | |
| check's comin' in tomorra! Our | |
| luck's changin' - | |
| (pours Wink more cheap | |
| champagne; flirting) | |
| Dontchya love the car I gave Rabbit | |
| for his birthday, Wink? I love | |
| being generous - | |
| She grabs Wink's hand. He smiles at her. | |
| ALEX | |
| (to Stephanie) | |
| You call him Rabbit too? | |
| STEPHANIE | |
| (hisses) | |
| - I gave 'im that nickname. When he | |
| was little he had these buck teeth | |
| and big ears and he was so cute, | |
| wike a wittle wabbit - | |
| (to Jimmy) | |
| Right, baby? | |
| Jimmy turns red, turns back around. And leaves. | |
| 59 58. 59 | |
| Jimmy, walking away from the trailer. Fast. It's almost | |
| dark. Walking through the trailer park. | |
| Getting the fuck outta there. | |
| Out toward the field. | |
| Wink runs out after him. Catches up to him at the chain | |
| link fence. | |
| WINK | |
| Yo where ya goin’, B - What's the | |
| matter? | |
| 82. | |
| JIMMY | |
| (grabs Wink & throws him | |
| up against the fence) | |
| - I thought I fucking told you not | |
| to tell nobody I was living here! | |
| WINK | |
| You got nothin1 to be embarrassed | |
| about, B. And I didn't think ya’d | |
| mind if it was Al - | |
| Jimmy pushes Wink harder up against the fence. | |
| WINK | |
| - Shit, yo. We were goin’ to my | |
| show an' she said we hadda come get | |
| you. What was I supposed to do? | |
| Jimmy's so fucking angry it looks like he's gonna cry. | |
| WINK | |
| C'mon, Bunny. Chill out. Al really | |
| likes you, man - Really, I’m | |
| helpin' 'er find a photographer for | |
| her book that's all - | |
| A long beat. | |
| WINK | |
| - Did Chedder Bob really shoot at | |
| those guys yesterday? | |
| JIMMY | |
| Fuckit. | |
| Jimmy lets him go and turns around, heading back to the | |
| trailer. Wink follows after him. | |
| WINK | |
| - I got some good news, yo. Spoke | |
| to Lee Darucher today. We can get | |
| into Paisley Park on Monday if you | |
| can get your shit together in time | |
| - | |
| Jimmy stops. | |
| JIMMY | |
| This Monday? | |
| WINK | |
| (smiles) | |
| Yeah, dawg - you got four days. | |
| 83. | |
| Jimmy softens. Thinks. | |
| JIMMY | |
| Yeah - yeah, I can do that - | |
| Jimmy sees Alex heading their way. | |
| Too late to run. Alex walks up. Looks to Wink. | |
| Then Jimmy. | |
| Beat. | |
| ALEX | |
| Everything okay? | |
| Jimmy can’t look at her. Caught in a lie. So embarrassed. | |
| JIMMY | |
| (looks down) | |
| Yeah. | |
| ALEX | |
| (uncomfortable) | |
| Do you hafta stay home tonight? | |
| JIMMY | |
| (still staring at the | |
| ground; dying) | |
| - Yeah I should work on some songs | |
| for my demo an' shit. Wink jus' | |
| told me we‘re goin' to Paisley Park | |
| on Monday, so - | |
| ALEX | |
| Okay. | |
| JIMMY | |
| (finally looks up at her) | |
| Yeah. | |
| Okay. It’s awkward. | |
| Beat. | |
| WINK | |
| (to Jimmy) | |
| Yo B - don't forget, tomorrow night | |
| we’re all goin’ down to 96.3, | |
| right? | |
| JIMMY | |
| Yeah okay - | |
| 84. | |
| The three of them stand there for a moment. | |
| Beat. | |
| 59 59. 59 | |
| CLOSE ON A PENCIL, scratching on a wall. Words. Flying fast | |
| & furious. Rhymes pouring out about all the shit Jimmy | |
| sees. | |
| Jimmy and Lily are hanging out in her little girl room. | |
| Stuffed animals. She's drawing. He's a giant. Both in their | |
| own worlds. He shakes his right fist back & forth, in | |
| rhythm. And quickly scribbles some more shit on the wall | |
| above her bed, puking out his feelings. | |
| CLOSE ON JIMMY'S FACE, closing his eyes. We hear the song | |
| he’s working on. Opens his eyes... | |
| The trailer park is ANIMATED. Back to the Adventures of | |
| Super Jimmy by R. Crumb. He flies out the window, rapping | |
| the song, flying up over dirty Detroit, heading for the | |
| Shelter, the place where he cartoon kills. Storms into the | |
| club, sees WINK sitting with ALEX. And somebody else... | |
| It's animated PRINCE! | |
| LEADAZ OF THA FREE WORLD are playing on stage. PAPA DOC, LC | |
| LYCKETY-SPLYT, R and the other two guys. When they see | |
| SuperJimmy enter they make a run for it! SuperJimmy chases | |
| after them-- | |
| Running through the club, Lyckety-Splyt grabs Alex hostage. | |
| Papa Doc pulls out an animated gun and holds it to her | |
| head. Wink covers. SuperJimmy stops. He’s still rapping the | |
| song. It's a standoff. | |
| SuperJimmy makes eye contact with Prince. They exchange | |
| smiles. And Prince starts singing along with him. A super | |
| duet. | |
| Tha Free World can’t help themselves. The song’s too good. | |
| Getting into the beat. Bouncing. Papa Doc lovers the gun-- | |
| And Super Jimmy rushes then. Beating them all to the | |
| ground. Prince jumps in and helps out. | |
| They beat the shit out of tha Free World. Blood everywhere. | |
| And SuperJimmy grabs Alex, rescuing her. Taking her away. | |
| They fly out the door and into the dark alley- | |
| 85. | |
| She can’t keep her hands off of him, kissing him. | |
| Pulling at his costume. | |
| He pulls off her shirt and yanks down her animated jeans | |
| and starts fucking her up against the wall, super fast and | |
| super hard-- | |
| Suddenly we hear someone shout out-- | |
| GREG (VO) | |
| You are such a fucking LOSER! | |
| 60 60. 60 | |
| CLOSE ON JIMMY, startled awake. BACK TO REALITY (film). The | |
| next day. He's under a blanket, on the ratty couch. Greg | |
| and Stephanie are in the middle of a fight-- | |
| GREG | |
| - Just like Rabbit was in high | |
| school, Jesus, the both of ya are, | |
| ya know - fucked - | |
| Jimmy sits up. | |
| JIMMY | |
| Yo did you just call me a loser? | |
| Greg laughs yeah, limps up to Jimmy showing him the | |
| eviction papers. | |
| GREG | |
| Didjya know your mom’s gettin' | |
| evicted? | |
| Stephanie fellows after him, holding Lily in her arms. | |
| JIMMY | |
| (grabs the papers from | |
| Greg) | |
| That's none a your fucking | |
| business, Greg - | |
| STEPHANIE | |
| Stay outta this, Rabbit - | |
| (puts Lily down; to Greg) | |
| Don't worry, baby - I'm gonna take | |
| care a it - it's gonna be okay - | |
| Okay? | |
| She goes to hug him. He shoves her away. Hard. | |
| 86. | |
| GREG | |
| - You're so fucking stupid | |
| sometimes! | |
| JIMMY | |
| (jumps off the couch) | |
| Keep your fucking hands off my mom, | |
| asshole! | |
| Jimmy jacks Greg up against the wall-- | |
| Greg shoves him away. | |
| GREG | |
| Get off me - | |
| Stephanie pulls Jimmy away from Greg. | |
| STEPHANIE | |
| Rabbit! Stop it! | |
| Beat. Jimmy looks at his mom. He wants to kill Greg. | |
| JIMMY | |
| (to Stephanie) | |
| How can you let him do that to you? | |
| STEPHANIE | |
| (pleading with Jimmy) | |
| Don't do this. Please - | |
| GREG | |
| - How the fuck can I go out with | |
| someone who's homeless? | |
| Lily starts to cry. | |
| JIMMY | |
| (to Stephanie) | |
| Are you just gonna let 'im talk to | |
| you like that? | |
| STEPHANIE | |
| Stay out of it, Rabbit - | |
| She goes to calm Lily down, | |
| GREG | |
| - With two homeless fucking kids. | |
| JIMMY | |
| (flips him off) | |
| Fuck you. I'm outta here - | |
| 87. | |
| 61 61 61 | |
| Grey skies. Storm clouds overhead. | |
| Jimmy walks up to Wink’s mother’s house. Still wired. | |
| Looks inside the big picture window. | |
| Wink’s passed out on the couch, the TV blaring. | |
| 62 62. 62 | |
| Wink and Jimmy descending into the basement. Wink’s still | |
| half asleep. It's dark down there. | |
| WINK | |
| - It went good last night - that | |
| shit was sold out - but they ain’t | |
| as good as you, Bunny - | |
| JIMMY | |
| - did Alex like it? | |
| WINK | |
| Yeah. A lil' bit, ya know - but she | |
| was kinda drunk so. Where the | |
| fuck's everybody else? | |
| JIMMY | |
| Sol's mom's droppin1 'em all off | |
| an' shit on her way to work - | |
| Wink turns on the light. The equipment's still all set up. | |
| WINK | |
| Even Future? | |
| JIMMY | |
| Yeah. Why? | |
| The doorbell rings. | |
| WINK | |
| - ‘Cause I heard he signed you up | |
| to battle this weekend. | |
| JIMMY | |
| (surprised) | |
| What? | |
| WINK | |
| 88. | |
| He's killin' you, yo. Runnin’ your | |
| life an' shit, B - You don't wanna | |
| he a loser your whole life workin' | |
| at some Little Caesars when you're | |
| like 40, now - Do you? | |
| Wink runs back up the stairs, leaving Jimmy behind. | |
| Starts pacing the room... | |
| Getting more and more agitated. | |
| He sees the photographs of Wink & Prince on top of DJ Iz's | |
| records. Picks one up. Hears the guys upstairs. | |
| SOL (OS) | |
| Where's your mom, dawg? | |
| WINK (OS) | |
| Workin' - | |
| Wink leads Sol, DJ Iz and Future down the stairs. | |
| Jimmy stuffs the photograph into his front pocket. | |
| As soon as he sees Future, Jimmy speaks up. | |
| JIMMY | |
| (angry) | |
| - yo did you fucking sign me up to | |
| battle down at the Shelter this | |
| weekend? | |
| FUTURE | |
| What? | |
| JIMMY | |
| You heard me. Did you sign me up - | |
| Future walks down to the bottom of the stairs. | |
| Looks at Jimmy. | |
| Beat. | |
| FUTURE | |
| Jimmy, you gotta come down. You | |
| gotta come down. That's the only | |
| way you gon get over the other | |
| night, youknowhatlmsayin'? An' the | |
| winner takes my place as host, yo - | |
| That’s instant respect - | |
| 89. | |
| Jimmy picks up one of the records and wings it at Future-- | |
| He ducks. It misses. | |
| Jimmy walks up in his face. | |
| JIMMY | |
| Fuck the other night. I'm fuckin' | |
| tired of you always tellin' me what | |
| to do, always thinkin' you know | |
| what's best for me. Well Fuck You. | |
| I told you not to sign me up - | |
| FUTURE | |
| You wanna fight me? Is that it? | |
| Jimmy pushes him. | |
| JIMMY | |
| Why not? You ain't the future a | |
| shit, bitch. You're just David | |
| fuckin' Porter - | |
| Future looks at him. | |
| Turns and walks away. | |
| FUTURE | |
| Do whatever the fuck ya want, man - | |
| (laughs) | |
| - I don't give a shit about what | |
| you & Prince gonna do. | |
| Future leaves. | |
| The guys all just stand there. | |
| That was heavy. | |
| Beat. | |
| SOL | |
| Shit. | |
| DJ IZ | |
| What are we gonna do now? | |
| WINK | |
| I wanna go get high - | |
| JIMMY | |
| (turns away) | |
| 90. | |
| - No let's do some fuckin' work. | |
| Kick into HIGH SPEED, as the guys start making music. We | |
| hear some song play over-- | |
| 63 63. 63 | |
| HIGH SPEED. Writing lyrics back & forth fucking around in | |
| the make-shift basement studio bouncing beats and hooks and | |
| shit all off each other bobbing their heads together | |
| getting it right all perfectly choreographed like a dance | |
| or a symphony running faster £ faster until they're all | |
| just a blur of non-stop music. | |
| Suddenly Wink jumps in the middle of it all. | |
| Puts up his hands. Stop. Stop. | |
| STOP-- Jump to REGULAR SPEED. | |
| The song ends. | |
| JIMMY | |
| What? | |
| WINK | |
| Al jus' called from work, yo - She | |
| needs a ride to this photographer I | |
| set 'er up with. | |
| JIMMY | |
| - Does she want me to pick 'er up? | |
| WINK | |
| I dunno. | |
| SOL | |
| Can we come? | |
| 64 64. 64 | |
| It's gonna rain soon. Jimmy and Wink sit in the front seat | |
| of the car parked at the hotel. Chedder Bob's ducking | |
| through the rear window, dressed in his bellman's uniform, | |
| rapping for Sol & DJ Iz. He sucks. | |
| Wink leans over to Jimmy, who's keeping an eye out the | |
| window for Alex. Fidgety. Embarrassed. | |
| WINK | |
| You comin’ to 96.3? | |
| 91. | |
| JIMMY | |
| (distracted) | |
| Yeah - | |
| WINK | |
| Cool. But the radio DJ was at the | |
| show last night an’ she invited | |
| Papa Doc & Lyckety-Splyt up. So ya | |
| know they might be there. | |
| JIMMY | |
| (sees Alex leaving the | |
| hotel) | |
| Fuckit then - | |
| WINK | |
| (defensive) | |
| Yo there was nuthin' I could do | |
| about it, B - | |
| Before Jimmy can respond Alex walks up to the car, holding | |
| onto a garment bag. All the guys quiet down. | |
| CHEDDER BOB | |
| - Gotta go, homes. Ya know ya can't | |
| leave old Earl all alone for long. | |
| Chedder Bob hustles back to the hotel. Wink pops out of the | |
| car, letting Alex into the front seat. Then sits right back | |
| down next to her. | |
| Jimmy throws him a look. | |
| It starts to rain. | |
| 65 65. 65 | |
| Rain spits. Jimmy, driving next to Alex and Wink. He can't | |
| even look at her. Doesn’t know what to say. Music low. | |
| Alex lights up a cigarette, excited. Sol and DJ Iz lean in. | |
| She’s the center of attention-- | |
| ALEX | |
| - I saw this model on a TV show and | |
| she was sayin' that looks alone | |
| don't mean anything if you don't | |
| have confidence and self-esteem. Ya | |
| know like a confidence in yourself | |
| that you're you and everything. | |
| 92. | |
| Jimmy finally looks at her. And Wink smiles. | |
| WINK | |
| Yeah, Al. And this guy's gonna help | |
| you do that. | |
| ALEX | |
| (to Wink; excited) | |
| - yeah I just wish I had more time | |
| to ya know,-- I mean if I had known | |
| it was today r wouldn't have gone | |
| out drinkin' last night - | |
| Wink turns up the stereo, making sure it's on 96.3. | |
| WINK | |
| Don't worry, yo. I'm sure there’ll | |
| be make-up & hair people there. | |
| This is a professional photo shoot | |
| - | |
| Sol leans forward, all smooth and shit. | |
| SOL | |
| So how soon we gonna see this | |
| pictorial in a magazine, Alex? | |
| DJ IZ | |
| Pictorials are Playboy, yo. In | |
| fashion it's called an editorial, | |
| Sol. | |
| SOL | |
| Shut up, Iz. Who gives a fuck - | |
| JIMMY | |
| (yells at Sol; on edge) | |
| It’s just for her book, fool - so | |
| she can get a job- | |
| SOL | |
| - Damn. That's one book I'd read. | |
| DJ IZ | |
| No doubt. | |
| Alex laughs. Jimmy’s still uncomfortable. | |
| JIMMY | |
| (to Sol £ DJ Iz) | |
| Alex won a modeling contest and | |
| this guy from Elite asked 'er to | |
| come to New York City - | |
| 93. | |
| ALEX | |
| It's no big deal - | |
| SOL | |
| (impressed) | |
| You won a contest? For Elite? I | |
| heard a them. Shit - that's the big | |
| time, yo. Who were the judges? | |
| Anybody famous? | |
| WINK | |
| (points out the window) | |
| Hey it's right over here, B - | |
| 66 66. 66 | |
| Still spitting rain. Downtown Detroit, bleak industrial | |
| buildings. Fog. Lonely & blue. Alex crossing the street to | |
| a run-down warehouse, leaving the guys behind in the car. | |
| Jimmy jumps out and catches up to her. | |
| JIMMY | |
| - Is everything okay? | |
| Alex doesn't stop walking. | |
| ALEX | |
| With what? | |
| JIMMY | |
| Us - | |
| ALEX | |
| (without skipping a beat; | |
| cold) | |
| Yeah. But I really gotta go - | |
| They walk together. | |
| JIMMY | |
| You want me to come up - | |
| ALEX | |
| No that's okay. | |
| JIMMY | |
| - You sure everything's okay? | |
| ALEX | |
| 94. | |
| I'm justa little hungover from last | |
| night or whatever and ya know I'm | |
| worried that I won't photograph | |
| good. This is really important to | |
| me - Okay? | |
| Jimmy stops. | |
| And she just keeps walking up to the building. | |
| JIMMY | |
| (calls out after her) | |
| Am I gonna see you later? | |
| ALEX | |
| You goin' to the radio station? | |
| JIMMY | |
| - No. | |
| ALEX | |
| (not listening!) | |
| Okay. I'll see ya later then - | |
| maybe we can talk about goin' to | |
| see Prince next week. | |
| He stands there, watching her go. And we hear a some kinda | |
| remake of THE WHO's "Love Reign O'er Me." | |
| 67 67. 67 | |
| The sun dies in the sky. Jimmy standing in the drizzle, out | |
| in the fog covered field next to the trailer park. | |
| Headphones on. White out. You can’t see any trash. | |
| It's almost beautiful. Otherworldly. And SILENT. | |
| All we hear is "Love Reign O'er Me’ in Jimmy's head. | |
| Jimmy closes his eyes and screams. | |
| But we don't hear it, only the song. | |
| He screams loud and long. | |
| Screams his fucking heart out. | |
| He opens his eyes and sees a giant shape emerge from the | |
| fog... | |
| 95. | |
| It's a HORSE. | |
| A big brown horse. | |
| Jimmy can't believe it's real. | |
| The horse looks at him, and then begins to graze in the | |
| field. | |
| Another horse appears from the fog. | |
| And then another. | |
| And another. One of them has a blue blanket on, "DETROIT | |
| MOUNTED POLICE." | |
| Jimmy stands there. With the horses, snorting and pulling | |
| up dead grass in the fog. | |
| Jimmy takes off his headphones, SOUND comes rushing in. | |
| The song fades away. He hears police sirens off in the | |
| distance. Jimmy walks up to the big brown horse. It looks | |
| back up at him. | |
| Jimmy's now face to face with the horse. The horse goes | |
| back to grazing. Jimmy rubs its head. The police sirens | |
| getting closer. Darkness closing in. | |
| Jimmy just keeps patting the horse's head. | |
| The song's playing. | |
| The sirens wailing. | |
| 68 68. 68 | |
| Later. Still wet and foggy. Jimmy walks up the trailer. | |
| Sees his mom passed out on the front steps. | |
| He steps. The song ends. | |
| He looks at her for a moment. | |
| Then puts an arm under her, struggles to help her up to her | |
| feet. You can tell he's done this before. | |
| STEPHANIE | |
| (coming to; mumbles) | |
| Greg left me - | |
| 96. | |
| JIMMY | |
| what? | |
| Jimmy drags his mom inside. | |
| STEPHANIE | |
| We're gonna go to bingo but, he | |
| came over and said now that he had | |
| money he, that he couldn’t be with | |
| someone like me - | |
| 69 69. 69 | |
| Jimmy, putting Stephanie down in her unmade bed. Goes to | |
| take off her wet shoes. | |
| She gets back up. | |
| STEPHANIE | |
| - I gotta go to bingo it's Friday | |
| night. Maybe he'll be there - | |
| JIMMY | |
| You ain't goin' nowhere, Mom - | |
| (gently pushes her back | |
| down) | |
| And you're better off without 'im. | |
| STEPHANIE | |
| (snaps) | |
| Yeah ya know Rabbit it’s your fault | |
| he left me - | |
| Stephanie stumbles out of bed. | |
| STEPHANIE | |
| You ruined it, you fuckeditallup - | |
| that's why Greg really left, it's | |
| 'cause a you, an' now what? Who's | |
| gonna want me? Where we gonna live? | |
| we got not money. What about | |
| Prince? | |
| JIMMY | |
| What? | |
| STEPHANIE | |
| You an' Prince. We can be rich - | |
| JIMMY | |
| (shakes his head; | |
| disgusted) | |
| 97. | |
| why does everybody keep bringin' up | |
| Prince all the fuckin' time - ya | |
| know? | |
| (beat) | |
| - shit. Fuck him and fuck Greg too. | |
| STEPHANIE | |
| No no no. I don't have anybody now, | |
| James. Why did ya do this to me? | |
| Why? | |
| (pushes Jimmy out) | |
| Just get the fuck out! | |
| JIMMY | |
| It's pouring rain - | |
| STEPHANIE | |
| (screaming; pushing) | |
| I DON'T CARE I WANT YOU OUT OF MY | |
| FUCKING HOUSE GET OUT GET OUT GET | |
| OUT GET OUT GET OUT GET OUT OF MY | |
| FUCKING HOUSE! | |
| She keeps pushing Jimmy out the door. | |
| 70 70. 70 | |
| Night. Jimmy, driving in the rain. A downpour. | |
| He turns on 96.3. They're playing Wink's song... | |
| And it's terrible. Bad rhymes. Weak voice. | |
| Jimmy stares at the radio. | |
| He shakes his head. | |
| Can't help but laugh to himself. Future was right. | |
| Jimmy shuts off the radio. | |
| Suddenly the car goes black. Cuts off. | |
| The lights. The steering wheel. The brakes. It's dead. | |
| Again. | |
| The Lincoln silently coasts to the side of the road. | |
| Stops. | |
| 98. | |
| And Jinny just sits there, in the dark. | |
| JIMMY | |
| Fuck - | |
| 71 71. 71 | |
| Jimmy, walking down the dark side of the road. Pouring | |
| rain. Empty neighborhood. Pouring rain. | |
| He walks up to Wink's mother's house. Soaking wet. Pears | |
| voices. Pouring rain. Takes a quick look in the window | |
| before he heads inside. | |
| Sees Wink on top of some naked girl. | |
| Jimmy takes a closer look. Pouring rain wherever he goes. | |
| The naked girl rolls on top of Wink. | |
| It's Alex. | |
| The girl is Alex. | |
| Alex. | |
| SPLIT SCREEN: | |
| CUT SPLIT SCREEN: | |
| CUT SPLIT SCREEN: | |
| END SPLIT SCREEN: | |
| JIMMY | |
| (staring into the sun; | |
| drowning) | |
| 72 72. 72 | |
| Jimmy, busting into Wink'k mother’s house. Enraged. | |
| Surprising Wink & Alex on the couch-- | |
| She screams covering herself up. | |
| Wink pulls up his pants, gets tangled up with Alex. | |
| WINK | |
| Yo, B - I can-- | |
| 99. | |
| Jimmy grabs Wink up off the couch, and slams him onto the | |
| ground. Starts hitting him. All that rage. | |
| It isn't a fight. It's a beating. | |
| Alex stands on the couch, freaking out. | |
| ALEX | |
| Leave him alone - STOP IT! | |
| Jimmy pounding Wink. Over. And over. And over again. | |
| It's loud. Wild. And out of control. | |
| Blood splatters on Jimmy's shirt. | |
| Alex jumps off the couch, screaming, crying. | |
| Tries pulling Jimmy off of Wink-- | |
| ALEX | |
| LEAVE HIM ALONE! Just fuckin' get | |
| out! Get out! GET OUT! | |
| Jimmy gets up, out of breath. Worked up. Looks at her. | |
| Beat. Beat. | |
| Beat. | |
| Is he gonna fucking hit her? | |
| We hear CONTROL MACHETE bang out ”Si Senior.” | |
| And Jimmy takes off. Running away. | |
| 73 73. 73 | |
| Jimmy running down the dead streets of Wink's mother's | |
| neighborhood in the cold rain. We still hear the song | |
| pumping -- | |
| JUMP CUT: | |
| Jimmy running, crores the street. Almost gets hits by a | |
| car, slamming on its brakes. Jimmy just keeps running-- | |
| JUMP CUT: | |
| Running through another shitty neighborhood-- | |
| 100. | |
| JUMP CUT: | |
| 92- | |
| Jimmy runs up to a plain old house on a street called | |
| Novaro. Falling apart porch. Lights on inside. The song | |
| blasting on the soundtrack. Jinny knocks on the door, | |
| screams. Out of breath. | |
| JIMMY | |
| Janeane - fuckin’ Janeane let me in | |
| - I’M FUCKING SORRY - LET ME IN, | |
| PLEASE LET ME IN - | |
| He knocks again. | |
| Janeane cracks open the door. | |
| JANEANE | |
| - What are you doing here, Rabbit? | |
| Beat. | |
| Beat. | |
| JIMMY | |
| (catching his breath) | |
| I dunno. I was runnin' and, and | |
| this is just where I ended up - and | |
| I'm sorry, Janeane - | |
| (beat) | |
| You were right and, I'm really | |
| sorry. | |
| She looks at him for a moment - | |
| And shuts the door in his face. | |
| Jimmy just stands there. | |
| He puts his hands in his pockets. Cold. And wet. Feels | |
| something in one of them... | |
| Pulls out the photograph of Wink & Prince. | |
| And rips it up into little pieces. | |
| Throwing it in the air. | |
| Jimmy sits down on the porch steps. Out of the rain. | |
| Exhausted. | |
| 101. | |
| The song finishes. | |
| 74 74. 74 | |
| Later. Jimmy still sitting on the porch. Shivering, And | |
| cold. The rain's letting up. The white van pulls over in | |
| front of the house. Dented side. Stereo booming, bass | |
| thumping. Bright lights shine in Jimmy's face. | |
| Jimmy just sits there. | |
| Papa Doc, LC Lyckety-Splyt and the rest of tha Free World | |
| jump out of the van. They all walk up toward the porch. | |
| Papa Doc leading the way, his hat pulled down over his | |
| eyes. | |
| PAPA DOC | |
| Yo wassup, man. You ready to go | |
| down? | |
| Jimmy gets up. Sees Alex and Wink get out of the van. | |
| Wink's a mess. Broken nose. All bloody and shit. | |
| Jimmy takes a few steps toward Papa Doc. | |
| JIMMY | |
| (never taking his eyes | |
| off Alex) | |
| What? | |
| Papa and the rest of tha Free World surround Jimmy. Wink | |
| makes his way over, blood all over his shirt. | |
| Alex stays near the van. | |
| PAPA DOC | |
| You heard me. You ready to go? | |
| Before Jimmy can respond, E, the white guy, hits Jimmy in | |
| the back of the head. | |
| Jimmy falls onto his knees. | |
| LC LYCKETY-SPLYT | |
| C’mon, Rabbit, get back up - Get | |
| up, bitch - | |
| Jimmy gets up, turns around and smashes E. | |
| 102. | |
| Then takes a swing at Lyckety-Splyt-- | |
| Papa Doc kicks Jimmy in the balls. | |
| Jimmy falls onto his knees again. Papa hits him in the | |
| face. | |
| PAPA DOC | |
| You like talkin’ shit? Huh? You | |
| fuckin' faggot! You like it? | |
| Jimmy falls to the ground. And then they're on him like | |
| animals. Wink too. All six of 'em. Kicking him. Yelling at | |
| him. | |
| LC LYCKETY-SPLYT | |
| Fuck you muthafucka! | |
| PAPA DOC | |
| Yeah, faggot - | |
| Jimmy tries to get back up. | |
| Alex just stands there watching. Silent. | |
| WINK | |
| (holding his nose; | |
| kicking Jinny in the | |
| ribs}) | |
| You're gonna fuck with Wink, huh? | |
| You don't know who you're fucking | |
| with! You fucking loser - | |
| The light inside the house goes off. It's now almost pitch | |
| black. The front lawn lit up only by the van's highbeams. | |
| Jinny tries to get up again. Drops. Falling. | |
| Giving up. The ground. | |
| Going down. | |
| Letting go. | |
| Falling, falling. | |
| CUT TO: | |
| 75 75. 75 | |
| The sun rises. The rain's stopped. | |
| 103. | |
| It's a new day. The next morning. Light. | |
| Jimmy limps up to the trailer park. His eye black. | |
| His body beat. | |
| Instead of running past the entrance like he always does, | |
| Jimmy just walks right in through the front gate. | |
| At the busy intersection. | |
| For the whole fucking world to see. | |
| 76 76. 76 | |
| Jimmy limps into the trailer. He looks like shit. Bloody | |
| shirt. Hurt ribs. Face a mess. Stephanie is in the kitchen, | |
| pouring milk for Lily's cereal. | |
| They both look up at him. Horrified. | |
| And run to him. | |
| STEPHANIE | |
| Ohmygod - | |
| LILY | |
| Jimmy! | |
| Lily grabs him around the waist. Stephanie hugs him, | |
| smothering him. | |
| JIMMY | |
| (winces in pain) | |
| - Easy, easy, I'm okay. I’m a'ight. | |
| I gust came by to pick up my stuff | |
| an1 shit like you wanted - | |
| STEPHANIE | |
| Ohmygod - What happened to you? | |
| JIMMY | |
| I fell - | |
| STEPHANIE | |
| What happened? | |
| JIMMY | |
| (stronger) | |
| I fell. | |
| 104. | |
| Stephanie looks at him. He fell, | |
| STEPHANIE | |
| Okay. Okay. Siddown. I'll make ya | |
| some breakfast - | |
| JIMMY | |
| What? | |
| STEPHANIE | |
| I'm makin' breakfast - | |
| Jimmy goes to the sink to wash up, clean off the blood. | |
| Lily doesn't leave his side. | |
| JIMMY | |
| (to Stephanie) | |
| What’s gotten into you? I thought | |
| you wanted me out. | |
| STEPHANIE | |
| - Do you want some goddamn cereal | |
| or not? | |
| She holds up the milk. | |
| JIMMY | |
| Why the fuck're you in such a good | |
| mood? | |
| STEPHANIE | |
| I went to bingo last night - | |
| JIMMY | |
| Shit | |
| STEPHANIE | |
| And I won. $3200! | |
| JIMMY | |
| You're fucking kiddin1 me - | |
| STEPHANIE | |
| (tries not to smile; | |
| can't help it) | |
| Nope. We’re good - | |
| No eviction. | |
| Jinny looks at her. | |
| 105. | |
| And busts out laughing. | |
| Laughing. Laughing so hard he’s almost crying. | |
| 77 77. 77 | |
| Later. Jimmy, making his way through a crowded bus. | |
| There’s one empty seat between two older black women. | |
| Jinny sits down between them. | |
| He just sits there looking off, stuck between the two | |
| women. | |
| We’re sampling the "5:15" scene from "QUADROPHENIA." | |
| Jimmy’s weary. And in pain. Riding the bus. | |
| No fantasy. No music. No love. | |
| Just reality. | |
| Sitting on the bus. | |
| Looking straight ahead. | |
| 78 78. 78 | |
| The hotel's basement locker room. Jimmy taking off his | |
| shirt, getting ready for work. Purple black & blue covering | |
| his body. Bruised ribs. Chedder Bob’s standing next to him, | |
| changing out of his uniform. Done for the day. | |
| CHEDDER BOB | |
| (staring at Jimmy's | |
| bruises) | |
| - Ya know that fuckin' bitch didn’t | |
| show up for work. Rabbit. I bet | |
| she’s gonna get fuckin' fired. | |
| Jimmy doesn't respond. | |
| CHEDDER BOB | |
| And didya hear old Earl strangled | |
| some guest yesterday? | |
| JIMMY | |
| What | |
| CHEDDER BOB | |
| 106. | |
| He tried to kill some dude who kept | |
| snappin' his fingers at 'im - | |
| Chedder Bob tries to get a closer look at Jimmy's ribs. | |
| JIMMY | |
| (pushes him away) | |
| Fuck off, Chedder Bob - | |
| CHEDDER BOB | |
| C'mon, homes - MC Bob. | |
| (points to Jimmy’s black | |
| eye, bruised body) | |
| And that's some fucked up shit | |
| right there, Rabbit. You shoulda | |
| just come by my house. I'da grabbed | |
| my gun and - | |
| (mimes shooting off a gun | |
| in each hand) | |
| Bam! Bam! Bam! Shoot that Alex | |
| bitch right in the fuckin' stomach, | |
| yo - Just like tha Free World got | |
| it. | |
| Jimmy ignores him, starts putting on his uniform. | |
| CHEDDER BOB | |
| - Ya know there's a battle tonight. | |
| Rabbit. A big one. | |
| JIMMY | |
| Yeah. | |
| CHEDDER BOB | |
| I also heard you got into a fight | |
| with Future. | |
| JIMMY | |
| Yeah. | |
| He finishes getting dressed. | |
| CHEDDER BOB | |
| You gonna go down there anyway or | |
| whatever? | |
| Jimmy glances at himself in the locker room mirror. | |
| Sees his black eye. | |
| JIMMY | |
| - Yeah. | |
| 107. | |
| (looks back at Chedder | |
| Bob) | |
| What the fuck. | |
| 79 79. 79 | |
| CLOSE ON JIMMY THE BEULMAN, working the front with Paul. He | |
| looks over to the tea girls serving. Alex isn't there. | |
| Classical music plays in the background. Alex isn't there. | |
| Fuckit. Jimmy turns back and opens the door for some | |
| guests, forcing a smile. Welcoming them to the hotel. | |
| Mr. Springer walks up. | |
| MR. SPRINGER | |
| - Can I talk to you, Mr. Smith? | |
| 80 80. 80 | |
| Mr. Springer's cramped basement office. Jimmy winces when | |
| he sits down. | |
| MR. SPRINGER | |
| Is everything okay, Mr. Smith? | |
| JIMMY | |
| Yeah. I just fell down some stairs | |
| an' shit - | |
| Mr. Springer stares at him. | |
| Seat. | |
| MR. SPRINGER | |
| Well, you've been on time all week. | |
| JIMMY | |
| - Yeah? | |
| (laughs) | |
| What can I tell ya, it‘s been one | |
| helluva long week, Mr. Springer - | |
| MR. SPRINGER | |
| (smiles) | |
| I don't know if you heard but, | |
| there was a, an incident with Earl | |
| - | |
| JIMMY | |
| 108. | |
| Yeah. Did he really try an' kill | |
| somebody for snapping their fingers | |
| at 'im? | |
| Beat. | |
| MR. SPRINGER | |
| - do you really wanna be doing this | |
| for the rest of your life, Mr. | |
| Smith? | |
| JIMMY | |
| Not really. But I need the money - | |
| MR. SPRINGER | |
| Okay then. You can have Earl's | |
| shifts. You've earned it - | |
| Jimmy nods his head yes. Hides a smile. | |
| MR. SPRINGER | |
| Good. I need you to work tonight. | |
| JIMMY | |
| Tonight? | |
| The phone rings. We hear CURTIS MAYFIELD & LAURYN HILL sing | |
| "Here But I’m Gone" on the soundtrack. | |
| MR. SPRINGER | |
| Do you want the extra shifts or | |
| not, Mr. Smith? | |
| 81 81. 81 | |
| Later. Jimmy's leaving a room on the 7th floor with the | |
| luggage cart, stuffing some money into his pocket. The | |
| guest closes the door behind him. We still hear Curtis & | |
| Lauryn. | |
| Jimmy walks down the hall... | |
| Passes by room 722. | |
| The room he fucked Alex in. | |
| The door's open. | |
| Jimmy stops. Takes a peek inside. | |
| The maid is cleaning the bathroom, just out of sight. | |
| 109. | |
| The closet doors are all open. | |
| Empty. | |
| 82 82. 82 | |
| CLOSE ON jimmy, riding the elevator. | |
| Going down. The song plays on. | |
| 83 83. 83 | |
| Jimmy walks outside of the hotel. Out into the cold night. | |
| Paul’s leaning against the wall waiting for a ride, | |
| checking up & down the street, smoking a cigarette. The | |
| song ends. | |
| JIMMY | |
| - Big plans tonight? | |
| PAUL | |
| Just goin' fencing with some | |
| friends. But they're late - Why're | |
| you still here? | |
| JIMMY | |
| I'm pickin' up Earl’s shift - | |
| PAUL | |
| (laughs) | |
| Crazy what happened, huh? | |
| Paul snaps his fingers, Jimmy laughs, stands there for a | |
| moment. You can see their breath white in the cold. | |
| Paul offers him a drag off his cigarette. | |
| Jimmy takes it. Smokes. | |
| JIMMY | |
| - Yo Paul - You ever get tired of | |
| takin’ shit from everybody, people | |
| always tryin1 to label you? | |
| Hands the cigarette back to Paul. | |
| PAUL | |
| Nah. I don't give a shit what | |
| anybody says. | |
| 110. | |
| (beat) | |
| Except for Chedder Bob. That guy | |
| drives me nuts - | |
| JIMMY | |
| (laughs) | |
| Yeah. Me too - | |
| Beat. | |
| PAUL | |
| - Were you in a fight or something? | |
| JIMMY | |
| Yeah. These six fucking guys jumped | |
| me. Kicked my ass, whatever. | |
| PAUL | |
| That's fucked. You gonna get 'em | |
| back? | |
| JIMMY | |
| Shit yeah. But they down at the | |
| Shelter tonight and I wanna battle | |
| 'em first, ya know - rip those | |
| motherfuckers from head to toe - | |
| Paul finishes his cigarette. Flicks it away, | |
| PAUL | |
| Hey if ya want, I'll cover for ya. | |
| JIMMY | |
| Really? | |
| PAUL | |
| Yeah, Lucky for you, my friends are | |
| late, so - | |
| Beat. | |
| JIMMY | |
| (looks at Paul; smiles) | |
| - Thanks, man. Just for a couple | |
| hours, yo - I'll come right back. | |
| 84 84. 84 | |
| Jimmy hustles down the street to the Shelter. Back in his | |
| own clothes. Out of breath. In pain. There's a mob scene | |
| out front waiting to get in. Twice the size of the last | |
| crowd. | |
| 111. | |
| He passes by Sol, DJ Iz and Chedder Bob, who's drinking | |
| from a brown paper bag. | |
| CHEDDER BOB | |
| (sees him; calls out) | |
| Yo Rabbit - wait up! | |
| Jimmy doesn't stop. Keeps on moving, heading down the dark | |
| alley next to the club. | |
| The other guys follow after him. | |
| SOL | |
| Damn, B - We gon fuck up Wink or | |
| what? I heard he's sayin' you blew | |
| up 'cause they didn't want you down | |
| at Paisley Park - | |
| DJ IZ | |
| (to Sol) | |
| - but all our shit’s still at | |
| Wink's house, yo. If we had our own | |
| studio we wouldn't need Prince and- | |
| - | |
| SOL | |
| Just shutthefuckup, Iz. | |
| CHEDDER BOB | |
| Don't worry. Rabbit - I got your | |
| back, I know the real reason you | |
| blew up, right? | |
| JIMMY | |
| (snaps) | |
| - I don't wanna hear any more a | |
| that shit! | |
| SOL | |
| Yo what's the matter, Rabbit? | |
| They're at the back door. Jimmy stops. Looks at his | |
| friends. | |
| JIMMY | |
| - Can't I ever get any fuckin' | |
| privacy? | |
| SOL | |
| Yeah. Cool - | |
| CHEDDER BOB | |
| Yeah. Can I come? | |
| 112. | |
| JIMMY | |
| (looks at Chedder Bob for | |
| a moment; smiles) | |
| - sure, "MC" Bob. | |
| 85 85. 85 | |
| Jimmy, sitting backstage on a cheap folding-chair dissin' | |
| Chedder Bob. Practicing his freestyle. Making fun of him. | |
| People coming & going all around them in the small | |
| backstage area. | |
| Jimmy's flowing, Chedder Bob just sits there drinking, | |
| taking it- Loving it. Seeing how Jimmy rhymes. | |
| He takes a break. | |
| CHEDDER BOB | |
| (drunk) | |
| - Ya know I love you, Rabbit. | |
| JIMMY | |
| Yo, stop. I don't wanna hear that. | |
| CHEDDER BOB | |
| Hey whaddaya want for your | |
| birthday? | |
| Papa Doc, LC Lyckety-Splyt, E and the other two guys from | |
| tha Free World walk backstage. They stop when they see | |
| Jimmy and Chedder Bob. | |
| Chedder Bob jumps to his feet. Jimmy doesn't. | |
| He just sits there. Cool. | |
| LC LYCKETY-SPLYT | |
| Looky who it is - You really goo | |
| try an' battle us, black eye bitch? | |
| You should be afraid, very afraid - | |
| Jimmy nods his head, smiles a little. Like a guy who knows | |
| something. Doesn't say shit. | |
| LC LYCKETY-SPLYT | |
| Didn't you already die out there on | |
| stage? | |
| (opens his mouth fc | |
| nothing comes out; | |
| choking) | |
| - Didn't he, E? Looks dead to me. | |
| 113. | |
| E | |
| Got a black eye. | |
| PAPA DOC | |
| Yo, some guys jus' like gettin' | |
| their ass kicked - right, Rabbit? | |
| JIMMY | |
| (still sitting down) | |
| - Yeah that's why it took six a you | |
| motherfuckers. What kinda pussy | |
| shit is that? | |
| CHEDDER BOB | |
| Yeah. And how's your car? | |
| The Future comes backstage. | |
| Papa Doc just walks away. | |
| PAPA DOC | |
| (laughing at Jimmy) | |
| We'll see you on stage, faggot - | |
| The rest of tha Free World follows after him. | |
| Future looks at Jimmy's face. | |
| Shakes his head. | |
| JIMMY | |
| (to Future) | |
| - I gotta get some fuckin' privacy. | |
| Jimmy and Future hanging in the desolate bathroom. | |
| Sack where we started. | |
| 86 86. 86 | |
| Under the harsh green fluorescent light. | |
| FUTURE | |
| - You know I didn't! like that | |
| wthafucka Wink from jump, yo. | |
| Fucking backstabber. That Judas'll | |
| get his, youknowhatlmsayin' - | |
| JIMMY | |
| 114. | |
| Yeah. An1 I'm sorry about all that | |
| shit I said before. You know I | |
| didn't mean it - I just,-- ya know | |
| - | |
| FUTURE | |
| Yeah. I know. I didn’t even trip, | |
| yo. I’m all about forgiveness now. | |
| Let's go fuck ’em up - | |
| JIMMY | |
| Fuckit. I'm gonna battle ’em first | |
| - | |
| FUTURE | |
| (smiles) | |
| - We gon flip the script on this | |
| shit for real now, Jimmy - Aren’t | |
| we? | |
| Jimmy nods his head- He knows what time it is. | |
| He slips on his headphones, bounces up & down to the music. | |
| Bouncing. | |
| Bouncing. | |
| Bouncing. | |
| Bouncing. | |
| Bouncing. | |
| FUTURE | |
| (Lights a cigarette) | |
| - Yo you got Lyckety-Splyt in the | |
| first round. You okay wit' that? | |
| Bouncing. | |
| JIMMY | |
| - I don’t give a fuck who it is. Ya | |
| know? | |
| 87 87. 87 | |
| Jimmy walks on stage. Under the toxic glare of the lights. | |
| 115. | |
| People crowded along the edges. The DJ spinnin'. The big | |
| scoreboard clocks on the wall set at 60. LC Lyckety-Splyt's | |
| already there, standing next to Future. Shit-eating grin on | |
| his skinny little face. | |
| We see the crowd from Jimmy's point of view. It's a mob | |
| scene. Rowdy. Overflowing. Electric. People get ready. | |
| Jinny sees Alex hanging out with Wink (white bandage over | |
| his nose), Papa Doc and the other two Free world black | |
| guys. | |
| Everybody looking at him. | |
| Future smiles Jimmy's way and introduces Lyckety-Splyt. | |
| He's going first. | |
| The DJ lays down a beat - | |
| And LC Lyckety-Splyt's all over Jimmy. | |
| Freestylin' about-- | |
| 1. Jimmy's failure in the last battle. | |
| 2. Jimmy being white. | |
| 3. Jimmy's black eye. | |
| Jimmy just bobs his head to the beat, looking down, not | |
| reacting to a thing Lyckety-Splyt spits. | |
| The clocks tick down to 0. The crowd shouts. | |
| Lyckety-Splyt laughs. | |
| It's now Jimmy's turn. All the lights are on hint. | |
| Blinding. | |
| The Future hands him the mic. | |
| Some people start booing. | |
| Yell shit at him. | |
| Booing Jimmy. | |
| Jimmy bounces, collecting his thoughts, tuning out the | |
| world. | |
| Not hearing it. This is it. It's just him. | |
| 116. | |
| The beat. | |
| Beat. | |
| And Jimmy just goes off — | |
| All the anger pouring out of every muscle in his body. | |
| Into this moment. Forgetting about his pain. | |
| Jimmy's spitting fire. | |
| Right up in Lyckety-Splyt's face. | |
| Ripping into him. | |
| Destroying him. | |
| Cutting him. | |
| If words could kill. | |
| He's so good. | |
| Jimmy finishes. | |
| Beat. | |
| And the crowd goes fucking crazy. Much louder than they | |
| were for LC Lyckety-Splyt, Vocal. Approving. Screaming. | |
| Jimmy won the round! | |
| The Future laughs. | |
| And Jinny just walks off stage, passing by the Big Bad Dude | |
| from the beginning of the movie. They pound fists. | |
| The dude knows who he is now. | |
| 88 88. 88 | |
| Jinny makes his way through the noise and the crush, | |
| heading toward the bathroom. He sees Alex still with Wink, | |
| Papa Doc and the other guys. | |
| Jimmy and Alex make eye contact through all the bodies in | |
| traffic. | |
| Beat. A moment. | |
| 117. | |
| She smiles at him, awkward. And gives him the finger. | |
| Flirting. | |
| Jimmy just laughs at her. Puts on his headphones. | |
| And walks away. | |
| CLOSE ON JIMMY, walking away. Laughing. | |
| Never looking back. | |
| Holding his head up, black eye and all. | |
| CUT TO: | |
| 89 89. 89 | |
| Later. Jimmy, battling E on stage. | |
| In a zone. Fast. Flowing. | |
| Clear & strong. | |
| Touching a higher self. | |
| Time up. | |
| The crowd fucking loves it. | |
| He exchanges pounds with Future, who takes the mic and | |
| hands it to E. | |
| E's up. | |
| Starts freestyling-- | |
| And Jimmy sits down on the stage. | |
| CLOSE ON JIMMY, just sitting there. Quiet. Looking out at | |
| all the people. Ignoring E's rap. Not hearing it. | |
| Not listening. Not caring. We stay on Jimmy the whole time. | |
| E finishes. Scattered applause. Jimmy won again. | |
| Jimmy gets up, walks off. | |
| Sol, DJ Iz and Chedder Bob greet him at the edge of the | |
| stage. They all gather around him. | |
| 118. | |
| Future runs up. | |
| FUTURE | |
| - You are a fucking genius, man. | |
| You in the finals, Jim. You an' | |
| Papa Doc. Yessir, it's a fucking | |
| blessing, youhearwhatImsayin'? | |
| SOL | |
| You're gonna whoop that nigga's ass | |
| - | |
| DJ IZ | |
| He ain’t got no vocabulary. | |
| Jimmy nods his head, game face on. | |
| CHEDDER BOB | |
| (still drunk) | |
| - You worried about what he's gonna | |
| say, Rabbit? | |
| JIMMY | |
| What? | |
| CHEDDER BOB | |
| Like about Wink & that Alex bitch | |
| gettin' it on ya know - And ya know | |
| you not goin' to Paisley Park and | |
| them heatin' you up and ya know | |
| givin' you a black eye and shit - | |
| Beat. Jimmy doesn't respond, | |
| FUTURE | |
| (pushes Chedder Bob) | |
| Yo - shutthefuckup, fool! | |
| 90 90. 90 | |
| The finals. The crowd's in a frenzy. | |
| Jimmy vs. Papa Doc. | |
| Both of them on stage. | |
| Neither one looking at the other. | |
| The showdown. | |
| This is it. | |
| 119. | |
| Future hypes the championship. | |
| FUTURE | |
| Give it up y'all - The championship | |
| round, for the right to take my | |
| place as host on all the open mic | |
| battles. That's the sweetest part | |
| about it, youknowhatlmsayin'? | |
| CLOSE ON JIMMY, head already down. Staring at the floor. | |
| Lost in his own world. Total concentration on his face. | |
| He hears Future finish. Jimmy looks back up. | |
| People scream. Shout. Ready for blood. | |
| And Future introduces him. | |
| Jimmy's up first-- | |
| The DJ lays down the beat... | |
| And Jimmy pauses. | |
| He stares at Papa Doc. | |
| Long, | |
| And hard. | |
| Suddenly a smile comes to Jimmy’s face. A shining sun. | |
| Beat. | |
| And Jimmy freestyles about himself, from his side-- | |
| 1. About not going to Paisley Park - how it's not real. | |
| 2. About getting his ass kicked - by 6 guys. | |
| 3. About Wink fucking Alex - and how she blew him in a | |
| closet. | |
| About all the bullshit. | |
| Making fun of it all. | |
| Taking away all of Papa Doc’s material. | |
| And turning it back on himself. | |
| 120. | |
| He's a genius. | |
| Letting everybody know he just doesn’t give a fuck. | |
| About anything. | |
| He's found his true voice. | |
| He kills. Finishes. | |
| JIMMY | |
| (yells out at the | |
| audience, giving them all | |
| the finger) | |
| Fuck you - You dunno who I am? I | |
| know who I am - | |
| The crowd goes nuts. Bouncing off the walls. High-fiving | |
| and screaming joy. All horn again. | |
| Future can't stop laughing. He hands the mic to Papa Doc. | |
| Papa Doc just stands there. The beat goes on. | |
| The crowd still wild over Jimmy. | |
| And Papa Doc just stands there. | |
| Stares out at the crowd. | |
| Freezes. | |
| He's got nothing. | |
| He knows he‘s already beat. | |
| It's over. | |
| 91 91. 91 | |
| The lights come up. Hight over. Jimmy and his friends walk | |
| through the crowd. They're jumping up fc down all around | |
| him, so excited. Shouting his name out loud, laughing, | |
| barking, "B-RABBIT! B-RABBIT’ B-RABBIT?" | |
| Everybody else reaching out wanting to congratulate Jimmy, | |
| tell him how good he is, loving him, basking in his glow. | |
| Jimmy just keeps walking out. Not getting caught up in it | |
| all. | |
| 121. | |
| 92 92. 92 | |
| The crowd flowing out of the club. Hanging outside. | |
| Freezing. Buzzing, Jimmy and his crew make their way | |
| through all the people, | |
| CHEDDER BOB | |
| Yo where we headed, Rabbit? | |
| DJ IZ | |
| You on your way, hoy - | |
| SOL | |
| Gonna get that big deal now fa sho | |
| - | |
| CHEDDER BOB | |
| Yeah. Fuck Wink. Fuck Prince. Fuck | |
| tha Free World, RU486 IS THE | |
| FUCKING SHIT! | |
| Jimmy heads off, leaving the crowd and the club behind. | |
| The guys follow. | |
| JIMMY | |
| I gotta get back to work, yo - | |
| SOL | |
| (laughs) | |
| C'man, dawg. I told that girl from | |
| the laundromat who wasn’t that good | |
| lookin' we'd meet up with her later | |
| - I need a second opinion, yo - | |
| CHEDDER BOB | |
| (excited) | |
| Yeah. We gonna get all the hot | |
| bitches now you won, Rabbit! | |
| FUTURE | |
| Cool that, cool that. That was some | |
| alien shit ya did back there, man - | |
| youknowhatimsayin' ? | |
| DJ IZ | |
| No doubt, no doubt, he's the new | |
| host - | |
| JIMMY | |
| (keeps walking) | |
| Fuckit. | |
| 122. | |
| (to Chedder Bob) | |
| MC Bob, you can be the new host. | |
| I’m late for work, yo. I'll see you | |
| guys tomorrow - | |
| The guys stop. Don’t know what to say. | |
| Jimmy just keeps walking down the street into the winter | |
| night. | |
| Beat. | |
| Future runs after him. Catches up. | |
| FUTURE | |
| - You okay, Jimmy? | |
| JIMMY | |
| Yeah - I’m just done wit' all the | |
| bullshit, ya know what I'm sayin'? | |
| FUTURE | |
| - yeah. I think I do. | |
| Jimmy and Future walk down the street together: | |
| JIMMY | |
| - Yo Fuche, you ever seen a horse | |
| before? | |
| FUTURE | |
| You mean like the four legged kind? | |
| JIMMY | |
| Yeah - | |
| FUTURE | |
| Why? | |
| Beat. | |
| JIMMY | |
| Fuckit, man - I gotta run. | |
| Jinny says goodbye to the Future, and takes off running | |
| down the street. On his own. | |
| Away from his friends. | |
| Away from the crowd. | |
| Away from the club. | |
| 123. | |
| Running by himself down the dirty streets of Detroit. | |
| Heading in the opposite direction of everybody else. | |
| Sweet wind licks his face. Cold breath slips his mouth. | |
| We hear our closing credit song. | |
| And the scene beings to ANIMATE. | |
| But this tine he isn't a superhero flying up in the sky. | |
| This time he's just plain Jimmy. Running. | |
| A little smile comes to Jimmy's face. | |
| He runs, feet solid on the ground. | |
| Faster. | |
| Lighter. | |
| Free. | |
| He runs, Jimmy runs. | |