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 Mookie (Spike Lee) is a 25-year-old black man living in Bedford-Stuyvesant, Brooklyn with his sister, Jade (Joie Lee). He and his girlfriend Tina (Rosie Perez) have a son. He's a pizza delivery man at the local pizzeria, but lacks ambition. Sal (Danny Aiello), the pizzeria's Italian-American owner, has been in the neighborhood for twenty-five years. His older son Pino (John Turturro) intensely dislikes blacks, and does not get along with Mookie. Pino is at odds with his younger brother Vito (Richard Edson), who is friendly with Mookie.
The neighborhood is full of distinct personalities, including Da Mayor (Ossie Davis), a friendly local drunk; Mother Sister (Ruby Dee), who watches the neighborhood from her brownstone; Radio Raheem (Bill Nunn), who blasts Public Enemy on his boombox wherever he goes; and Smiley (Roger Guenveur Smith), a mentally disabled man, who meanders around the neighborhood trying to sell hand-colored pictures of Malcolm X and Martin Luther King, Jr.
While at Sal's, Mookie's trouble-making b-boyish friend, Buggin' Out (Giancarlo Esposito), questions Sal about his "Wall of Fame", a wall decorated with photos of famous Italian-Americans. Buggin' Out demands that Sal put up pictures of black celebrities since Sal's pizzeria is in a black neighborhood. Sal replies that he doesn't need to feature anyone but Italians as it is his restaurant. Buggin' Out attempts to start a protest over the Wall of Fame. Only Radio Raheem and Smiley support him.
During the day, the heat and tensions begin to rise. The local teenagers open a fire hydrant and douse the street, before police officers intervene. Mookie and Pino begin arguing over race, which leads to a series of scenes in which the characters spew racial insults into the camera. Pino and Sal talk about the neighborhood, with Pino expressing his hatred, and Sal insisting that he is not leaving. Sal almost fires Mookie, but Jade intervenes, before Mookie confronts her for being too close to Sal.
That night, Buggin' Out, Radio Raheem, and Smiley march into Sal's and demand that Sal change the Wall of Fame. Raheem's boombox is blaring and Sal demands that they turn the radio off, but they refuse. Buggin' Out says they're closing down the pizzeria for good until they change the Wall of Fame. Sal, in a fit of frustration, tells him he will "tear his nigger ass," then destroys the boombox with a baseball bat. Raheem attacks Sal, leading to a huge violent fight that spills out into the street, attracting a crowd. While Radio Raheem is choking Sal, the police arrive. They break up the fight and apprehend Radio Raheem and Buggin' Out. One officer refuses to release his chokehold on Raheem, killing him. Realizing they have killed Raheem in front of onlookers, the officers place his body in the back of a squad car, and drive off, leaving Sal, Pino, and Vito unprotected.
The onlookers, enraged about Radio Raheem's death, blame Sal and his sons. Mookie grabs a trash can and throws it through the window of Sal's pizzeria, sparking the crowd to rush into the restaurant and destroy it, with Smiley finally setting it on fire. Da Mayor pulls Sal, Pino, and Vito out of the mob's way. Firemen and riot patrols arrive to put out the fire and disperse the crowd. After police issue a warning, the firefighters turn their hoses on the rioters, leading to more fighting and arrests. Mookie and Jade sit on the curb, watching in disbelief. Smiley wanders back into the smoldering building and hangs one of his pictures on what is left of Sal's Wall of Fame.
The next day, after having an argument with Tina, Mookie returns to Sal, who feels that Mookie betrayed him. Mookie demands his weekly pay, leading to an argument, before they cautiously reconcile, and Sal finally pays him. Mister Se単or Love Daddy (Samuel L. Jackson), a local DJ, dedicates a song to Raheem.
The film ends with two quotations expressing opposite views about violence, one from Martin Luther King and one from Malcolm X, before fading to a photograph of them shaking hands.
Mookie ( Spike Lee ) is a 25-year-old black man living in Bedford-Stuyvesant , Brooklyn with his sister , Jade ( Joie Lee ) . He and his girlfriend Tina ( Rosie Perez ) have a son . He s a pizza delivery man at the local pizzeria , but lacks ambition . Sal ( Danny Aiello ) , the pizzeria s Italian-American owner , has been in the neighborhood for twenty-five years . His older son Pino ( John Turturro ) intensely dislikes blacks , and does not get along with Mookie . Pino is at odds with his younger brother Vito ( Richard Edson ) , who is friendly with Mookie . The neighborhood is full of distinct personalities , including Da Mayor ( Ossie Davis ) , a friendly local drunk ; Mother Sister ( Ruby Dee ) , who watches the neighborhood from her brownstone ; Radio Raheem ( Bill Nunn ) , who blasts Public Enemy on his boombox wherever he goes ; and Smiley ( Roger Guenveur Smith ) , a mentally disabled man , who meanders around the neighborhood trying to sell hand-colored pictures of Malcolm X and Martin Luther King , Jr . While at Sal s , Mookie s trouble-making b-boyish friend , Buggin ' Out ( Giancarlo Esposito ) , questions Sal about his Wall of Fame , a wall decorated with photos of famous Italian-Americans . Buggin ' Out demands that Sal put up pictures of black celebrities since Sal s pizzeria is in a black neighborhood . Sal replies that he does n't need to feature anyone but Italians as it is his restaurant . Buggin ' Out attempts to start a protest over the Wall of Fame . Only Radio Raheem and Smiley support him . During the day , the heat and tensions begin to rise . The local teenagers open a fire hydrant and douse the street , before police officers intervene . Mookie and Pino begin arguing over race , which leads to a series of scenes in which the characters spew racial insults into the camera . Pino and Sal talk about the neighborhood , with Pino expressing his hatred , and Sal insisting that he is not leaving . Sal almost fires Mookie , but Jade intervenes , before Mookie confronts her for being too close to Sal . That night , Buggin ' Out , Radio Raheem , and Smiley march into Sal s and demand that Sal change the Wall of Fame . Raheem s boombox is blaring and Sal demands that they turn the radio off , but they refuse . Buggin ' Out says they re closing down the pizzeria for good until they change the Wall of Fame . Sal , in a fit of frustration , tells him he will tear his nigger ass , then destroys the boombox with a baseball bat . Raheem attacks Sal , leading to a huge violent fight that spills out into the street , attracting a crowd . While Radio Raheem is choking Sal , the police arrive . They break up the fight and apprehend Radio Raheem and Buggin ' Out . One officer refuses to release his chokehold on Raheem , killing him . Realizing they have killed Raheem in front of onlookers , the officers place his body in the back of a squad car , and drive off , leaving Sal , Pino , and Vito unprotected . The onlookers , enraged about Radio Raheem s death , blame Sal and his sons . Mookie grabs a trash can and throws it through the window of Sal s pizzeria , sparking the crowd to rush into the restaurant and destroy it , with Smiley finally setting it on fire . Da Mayor pulls Sal , Pino , and Vito out of the mob s way . Firemen and riot patrols arrive to put out the fire and disperse the crowd . After police issue a warning , the firefighters turn their hoses on the rioters , leading to more fighting and arrests . Mookie and Jade sit on the curb , watching in disbelief . Smiley wanders back into the smoldering building and hangs one of his pictures on what is left of Sal s Wall of Fame . The next day , after having an argument with Tina , Mookie returns to Sal , who feels that Mookie betrayed him . Mookie demands his weekly pay , leading to an argument , before they cautiously reconcile , and Sal finally pays him . Mister Se単or Love Daddy ( Samuel L. Jackson ) , a local DJ , dedicates a song to Raheem . The film ends with two quotations expressing opposite views about violence , one from Martin Luther King and one from Malcolm X , before fading to a photograph of them shaking hands .
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<b>				 DO THE RIGHT THING
</b>
					    by

					 Spike Lee






















Second Draft
March 1, 1988; Brooklyn, N.Y.

Forty Acres and a Mule Filmworks, Inc.
<b>YA-DIG SHO-NUFF
</b><b>BY ANY MEANS NECESSARY
</b><b>WGA #45816
</b>



"The greatest miracle Christianity has achieved in America
is that the black man in white Christian hands has not grown
violent.  It is a miracle that 22 million black people have
not risen up against their oppressors--in which they would
have been justified by all moral criteria, and even by the
democratic tradition!  It is a miracle that a nation of
black people has so fervently continued to believe in a
turn-the-other-cheek and heaven-for-you-after-you-die
philosophy!  It is a miracle that the American Black people
have remained a peaceful people, while catching all the
centuries of hell that they have caught, here in white man's
heaven!  The miracle is that the white man's puppet Negro
'leaders,' his preachers and the educated Negroes laden with
degrees, and others who have been allowed to wax fat off
their black poor brothers, have been able to hold the black
masses quiet until now."

<b>		    --THE AUTOBIOGRAPHY OF MALCOLM X
</b>
<b>TITLES--WHITE ON BLACK
</b>
<b>					   PLACE
</b>				 Brooklyn, New York

<b>								    CUT TO:
</b>
<b>					   TIME
</b>					  Present

<b>								    CUT TO:
</b>
<b>					  WEATHER
</b>				    Hot as shit!

<b>								    CUT TO:
</b>
<b>INT: WE LOVE RADIO STATION STOREFRONT--DAY
</b>
<b>EXTREME CLOSE UP
</b>
WE SEE only big white teeth and very Negroidal (big) lips.

<b>					MISTER SEÑOR LOVE DADDY
</b>		  Waaaake up!
		  Wake up!  Wake up!  Wake up!
		  Up ya wake!  Up ya wake!  Up ya wake!

<b>CAMERA MOVES BACK SLOWLY TO REVEAL MISTER SEÑOR LOVE DADDY,
</b>a DJ, a radio personality, behind a microphone.


<b>					MISTER SEÑOR LOVE DADDY
</b>		  This is Mister Señor Love Daddy.
		  Your voice of choice.  The world's
		  only twelve-hour strongman, here on
		  WE LOVE radio, 108 FM.  The last on
		  your dial, but the first in ya
		  hearts, and that's the truth, Ruth!

The CAMERA, which is STILL PULLING BACK, shows that Mister
Señor Love Daddy is actually sitting in a storefront window.
The control booth looks directly out onto the street.  This
is WE LOVE RADIO, a modest station with a loyal following,
right in the heart of the neighborhood.  The OPENING SHOT
will be a TRICK SHOT--the CAMERA PULLING BACK through the
storefront window.

<b>					MISTER SEÑOR LOVE DADDY
</b>		  Here I am.  Am I here?  Y'know it.
		  It ya know.  This is Mister Señor
		  Love Daddy, doing the nasty to ya
		  ears, ya ears to the nasty.  I'se
		  play only da platters dat matter,
		  da matters dat platter and that's
		  the truth, Ruth.

He hits the cart machine and we hear a station jingle.

<b>					VO
</b><b>		  L-O-V-E RADIO.
</b>
<b>					MISTER SEÑOR LOVE DADDY
</b>		  Doing da ying and yang da flip and
		  flop da hippy and hoppy
			    (he yodels)
		  Yo da lay he hoo.  I have today's
		  forecast.
			    (he screams)
<b>		  HOT!
</b>
He laughs like a madman.

<b>INT: DA MAYOR'S BEDROOM--DAY
</b>
An old, grizzled man stirs in the bed, his sheets are soaked
with sweat.  He flings them off his wet body.

<b>					DA MAYOR
</b>		  Damn, it's hot.

<b>INT: JADE'S APARTMENT--DAY
</b>
CAMERA MOVES IN ON a young man sitting at the edge of a sofa
bed.

<b>CLOSE UP--HIS SMALL HANDS
</b>
WE SEE him counting his money.  This isn't any ordinary
counting of money, he's straightening out all the corners of
the bills, arranging them so the bills--actually the "dead
presidents"--are facing the same way.  This is MOOKIE.  Once
he's finished with that task, counting his money, he sneaks
into his sister's bedroom.

<b>INT: JADE'S BEDROOM--DAY
</b>
<b>CLOSE UP--JADE
</b>
JADE, Mookie's sister, is fast asleep.  Mookie's fingers
ENTER THE FRAME and start to play with her lips.  Jade
pushes his hands away.  Mookie waits several beats and he
continues.  Jade wakes up--mad.

<b>					JADE
</b>		  Don't you have enough sense not to
		  bother people when they're sleeping?

<b>					MOOKIE
</b>		  Wake up!

<b>					JADE
</b>		  Wake up?  Saturday is the lone day
		  I get to sleep late.

<b>					MOOKIE
</b>		  It's gonna be hot today.

<b>					JADE
</b>		  Good!  Leave me alone when I'm
		  sleeping.  I'm gonna get a lock on
		  my door, to keep ya ass outta here.

<b>					MOOKIE
</b>		  Don't ya love ya brother Mookie
		  anymore?  I loves ya, Jade.

<b>					JADE
</b>		  Do me a favor.  Go to work.

<b>					MOOKIE
</b>		  Later.  Gotta get paid.

He plants a big fat juicy on his sister's forehead.

<b>EXT: SAL'S FAMOUS PIZZERIA--DAY
</b>
A 1975 El Dorado pulls up in front of the neighborhood
pizzeria--Sal's Famous Pizzeria.

From out of the car comes the owner, SAL, a slightly
overweight man in his early fifties, and his two sons, PINO,
22, and VITO, 20.  It's time for them to go to work at Sal's
Famous Pizzeria in the heart of Black Brooklyn.  Sal's sits
on the corner of The Block.  The Block being where this film
on the hottest day of the summer takes place.

Pino kicks a beer can in his path into the gutter.

<b>					SAL
</b>		  Pino, get a broom and sweep out
		  front.

<b>					PINO
</b>		  Vito, get a broom and sweep out
		  front.

<b>					VITO
</b>		  See, Pop.  That's just what I was
		  talkin' about.  Every single time
		  you tell Pino to do something, he
		  gives it to me.

<b>					PINO
</b>		  He's nuts.

<b>					SAL
</b>		  The both of youse, shaddup.

<b>					VITO
</b>		  Tell Pino.

<b>					PINO
</b>		  Get the broom.

<b>					VITO
</b>		  I ain't getting shit.

<b>					SAL
</b>		  Hey!  Watch it.

<b>					PINO
</b>		  I didn't want to come to work
		  anyway.  I hate this freakin' place.

<b>					SAL
</b>		  Can you do better?  C'mere.

Pino is now silent.  Sal walks over to him.


<b>					SAL
</b>		  Can you do better?
			    (he pops Pino upside
			    the head)
		  I didn't think so.  This is a
		  respectable business.  Nuthin'
		  wrong with it.  Get dat broom.

<b>					PINO
</b>		  Tell Vito.

<b>					VITO
</b>		  Pop asked you.

<b>					SAL
</b>		  I'm gonna kill somebody today.

<b>EXT: MOOKIE'S BROWNSTONE--DAY
</b>
Mookie comes down his stoop and walks to work.

<b>EXT: STREET--DAY
</b>
The Block is beginning to come to life.  Those unlucky souls
who have to work this Saturday drag themselves to it, and
the kids are out on the street to play in the hot sun all
day long.

<b>EXT: MOTHER SISTER'S STOOP--DAY
</b>
Mookie stops to say hello to MOTHER SISTER.  She leans out
her window on the parlor floor.  In the summertime, the only
time when she's not perched in her window is when she's
asleep.

<b>					MOTHER SISTER
</b>		  Good morning, Mookie.

<b>					MOOKIE
</b>		  Good morning to you.

<b>					MOTHER SISTER
</b>		  Now, Mookie, don't work too hard
		  today.  The man said it's gonna be
		  HOT as the devil.  I don't want ya
		  falling out from the heat.  You
		  hear me, son?

<b>					MOOKIE
</b>		  I hear ya, Mother Sister.  I hear
		  you.


<b>					MOTHER SISTER
</b>		  Good.  I'll be watching ya, son.
		  Mother Sister always watches.

<b>INT: SAL'S FAMOUS PIZZERIA--DAY
</b>
Mookie enters the pizzeria and Pino is on him before the
door closes.

<b>					PINO
</b>		  Mookie, late again.  How many times
		  I gotta tell you?

<b>					MOOKIE
</b>		  Hello, Sal.  Hello, Vito.

<b>					SAL
</b>		  How ya doin', Mookie?

<b>					VITO
</b>		  Whaddup?

<b>					MOOKIE
</b>		  Just coolin'.

<b>					PINO
</b>		  You're still late.

<b>					SAL
</b>		  Pino, relax, will ya.

<b>					PINO
</b>		  Here, take the broom.  The front
		  needs sweeping.

<b>					MOOKIE
</b>		  Wait a minute.  Wait a minute.  I
		  just got here.  You sweep.  I
		  betcha Sal asked you first anyhow.

<b>					VITO
</b>		  That's right.

<b>					PINO
</b>		  Shaddup, Vito.

<b>					MOOKIE
</b>		  Fuck dat shit.  I deliver pizzas.
		  That's what I get paid for.

<b>					PINO
</b>		  You get paid to do what we say.


<b>					MOOKIE
</b>		  What we say.  I didn't hear Sal say
		  nuthin'.

Pino looks at his father.  He wants to be backed up on this;
all he gets is an amused look, and a smirk from Vito.

<b>					PINO
</b>		  Who's working for who?

There's a knock on the door and Da Mayor enters.

<b>					SAL
</b>		  Come on in, Mayor.

<b>					DA MAYOR
</b>		  Good morning, gentlemens.  It's
		  gonna be a scorcher today, that's
		  for sure.  Need any work done
		  around here?

Sal looks at Pino, who reluctantly gives Da Mayor the broom.

<b>					DA MAYOR
</b>		  It will be the cleanest sidewalk in
		  Brooklyn.  Clean as the Board of
		  Health.

Da Mayor almost runs out of the pizzeria in his hurry; soon
as he finishes he'll be able to get a bottle.

<b>					PINO
</b>		  Pop, I don't believe this shit.  We
		  runnin' welfare or somethin'?
		  Every day you give dat bum--

<b>					MOOKIE
</b>		  Da Mayor ain't no bum.

<b>					PINO
</b>		  Give dat bum a dollar for sweeping
		  our sidewalk.  What do we pay
		  Mookie for?  He don't even work.  I
		  work harder than him and I'm your
		  own son.

<b>					MOOKIE
</b>		  Who don't work?  Let's see you
		  carry six large pies up six flights
		  of stairs.  No elevator either and
		  shit.


<b>					SAL
</b>		  Both of youse--shaddup.  This is a
		  place of business.

<b>					VITO
</b>		  Tell 'em, Pop.

<b>					PINO
</b>		  Me and you are gonna have a talk.

<b>					VITO
</b>		  Sez who?

<b>					PINO
</b>		  Sez me.

<b>					SAL
</b>		  Hey!  What did I say?

<b>					MOOKIE
</b>		  Who doesn't work?  Don't start no
		  shit, won't be no shit.

<b>					SAL
</b>		  Mookie, no cursing in the store.

<b>					MOOKIE
</b>		  Talk to your son.

<b>EXT: SAL'S FAMOUS PIZZERIA--DAY
</b>
Da Mayor sweeps the sidewalk, happy as can be.  As soon as
he finishes he can get that money and get that bottle.

<b>EXT: STOOP--DAY
</b>
A group of youths sit on a stoop, waiting for someone.  They
are CEE, PUNCHY, and the lone female, ELLA.

<b>					ELLA
</b>		  What's keeping him?

<b>					PUNCHY
</b>		  You call him, then.

Ella stands up and yells.

<b>					ELLA
</b>		  Yo, Ahmad!

<b>					PUNCHY
</b>		  I coulda done dat.


<b>					ELLA
</b>		  Yo, Ahmad!

She looks up into his window, then sits down.

<b>					ELLA
</b>		  Punchy, if ya want to do some more
		  screaming, be my guest.  I'm too
		  through.

The door swings open at the top of the stoop and AHMAD
appears.

<b>					AHMAD
</b>		  Who's yelling my name?

<b>					ELLA
</b>		  Punchy told me to.

<b>					AHMAD
</b>		  Don't listen to him, it will get ya
		  in trouble.

<b>					ELLA
</b>		  Heard that, Punchy.

Ahmad sits down with them.

<b>					AHMAD
</b>		  Ella, you have a brain, use it.

In the BG, we hear the dum-dum-dum of a giant box.  The
sound gets louder as the box gets closer.  The youths look
down the block and see a tall young man coming towards them.
He has a very distinct walk, it's more like a bop.  This is
RADIO RAHEEM.  The size of his box is tremendous and one has
to think, how does he carry something that big around with
him?  It must weigh a ton, and it seems like the sidewalk
shakes as the rap music blares out.  The song we hear is the
only one Radio Raheem plays.

<b>MEDIUM SHOT--RADIO RAHEEM
</b>
Radio Raheem stops in front of the group, looks at them, and
turns down the volume.  It's quiet again.

<b>					RADIO RAHEEM
</b>		  Peace, y'all.

<b>					ELLA
</b>		  Peace, Radio Raheem.

<b>					CEE
</b>		  Peace.

<b>											    10.
</b>

<b>					PUNCHY
</b>		  You the man, Radio Raheem.

<b>					AHMAD
</b>		  It's your world.

<b>					CEE
</b>		  In a big way.

Radio Raheem nods and turns up the volume.  Way up.

<b>					AHMAD
</b>		  My people.  My people.

<b>EXT: WE LOVE STOREFRONT--DAY
</b>
Radio Raheem waves to Mister Señor Love Daddy as he walks by.

<b>INT: WE LOVE CONTROL BOOTH--DAY
</b>
Mister Señor Love Daddy gives Radio Raheem a clenched-fist
salute.

<b>EXT: FRUIT-N-VEG DELIGHT--DAY
</b>
Da Mayor walks into a newly opened fruit and vegetable deli
stand that is owned by Koreans.

<b>INT: FRUIT-N-VEG DELIGHT--DAY
</b>
Da Mayor is looking for his beer in the refrigerated cases,
his ice-cold beer.

<b>					DA MAYOR
</b>		  Where's the Bud?  Where's the Bud?

<b>					KOREAN CLERK
</b>		  No mo' Bud.  You look what we have
		  and buy.

<b>					DA MAYOR
</b>		  No more Bud.  What kind of joint is
		  this?  How come no mo' Bud?  Doctor,
		  this ain't Korea, China, or wherever
		  you come from.  Get some Budweiser
		  in this motherfucker.

<b>					KOREAN CLERK
</b>		  You buy 'nother beer.

<b>											    11.
</b>

<b>					DA MAYOR
</b>		  Alright.  Alright.  Y'know you're
		  asking a lot to make a man change
		  his beer, that's asking a lot,
		  Doctor.

<b>EXT: MOTHER SISTER'S STOOP--DAY
</b>
Da Mayor has his can of beer (not Budweiser) and the brown
paper bag is twisted into a knot at the bottom.  He stops
and takes a long swig.

<b>					MOTHER SISTER
</b>		  You ole drunk.  What did I tell ya
		  about drinking in front of my stoop?
		  Move on, you're blocking my view.

Da Mayor lowers the can from his mouth and looks up at his
heckler.  It's obvious from the look on his face he's heard
this before.  Da Mayor contorts his face and stares at her.

<b>					MOTHER SISTER
</b>		  You ugly enough.  Don't stare at me.

Da Mayor changes his face into a more grotesque look.

<b>					MOTHER SISTER
</b>		  The evil eye doesn't work on me.

<b>					DA MAYOR
</b>		  Mother Sister, you've been talkin'
		  'bout me the last eighteen years.
		  What have I ever done to you?

<b>					MOTHER SISTER
</b>		  You're a drunk fool.

<b>					DA MAYOR
</b>		  Besides that.  Da Mayor don't
		  bother nobody.  Nobody don't bother
		  Da Mayor but you.  Da Mayor just
		  mind his business.  I love everybody.
		  I even love you.

<b>					MOTHER SISTER
</b>		  Hold your tongue.  You don't have
		  that much love.

<b>					DA MAYOR
</b>		  One day you'll be nice to me.  We
		  might both be dead and buried, but
		  you'll be nice.  At least civil.

<b>											    12.
</b>

Da Mayor tips his beat-up hat to Mother Sister and takes a
final swig of beer just for her.

<b>INT: TINA'S APARTMENT--DAY
</b>
An elderly Puerto Rican woman, CARMEN, is telling off her
daughter TINA in Spanish.  Tina, having heard enough, closes
the door on her mother's ranting and raving.

<b>ANGLE--TINA
</b>
Tina bends down and scoops her baby son HECTOR up from the
bed and holds him for dear life to her breasts.  She talks
to her son while walking around the room.

<b>					TINA
</b>		  Hector, I shouldn't be telling you
		  this but you would find out sooner
		  or later.  Ya father ain't no real
		  father.  He's a bum, a two-bit bum
		  in a hundred-dollar world.  Your
		  father is to the curb.  You're
		  smart.  I see that look on ya face.
		  You're saying if he's such a bum
		  why am I with him?  Good question.
		  Like I said before, you're no dummy.
		  He talked his way into my panties,
		  I thought being a mother would make
		  me happy, make me whole.  He's a
		  mistake, but you are not.

Tina kisses her son.  Tina is seventeen years old, another
teenage parent.

<b>EXT: STREET CORNER--DAY
</b>
Every day on this corner, summer or winter, spring or fall,
a small group of men meet.  They have no steady employment,
nothing they can speak of; they do, however, have the gift
of gab.  These man can talk, talk, and mo' talk, and when a
bottle is going round and they're feeling "nice," they get
philosophical.  These men become the great thinkers of the
world, with solutions to all its ills; like drugs, the
homeless, and AIDS.  They're called the Corner Men: SWEET
DICK WILLIE, COCONUT SID, and ML.  All three are sitting in
folding chairs up against a wall in the shade.

<b>					ML
</b>		  The way I see it, if this hot
		  weather continues, it will surely
		  melt the polar caps and the whole
		  wide world--the parts that ain't
		  water already--will be flooded.

<b>											    13.
</b>

<b>					COCONUT SID
</b>		  You a dumb-ass simple motherfucker.
		  Where did you read that?

<b>					ML
</b>		  Don't worry about it.  But when it
		  happens and I'm in my boat and ya
		  black ass is drowning, don't ask me
		  to throw you a lifesaver either.

<b>					SWEET DICK WILLIE
</b>		  Fool, you're thirty cents away from
		  a quarter.  How you gonna get a boat?

<b>					ML
</b>		  Don't worry about it.

<b>					SWEET DICK WILLIE
</b>		  You're raggedy as a roach.  You eat
		  the holes out of donuts.

<b>					ML
</b>		  I'll be back on my feet.  Soon
		  enough.

<b>					SWEET DICK WILLIE
</b>		  So when is all this ice suppose to
		  melt?

<b>INT: SAL'S FAMOUS PIZZERIA--DAY
</b>
Customers are in Sal's; it's lunchtime and it's fairly busy.
Sal puts a hot slice down on the counter in front of BUGGIN'
OUT, a b-boy.

<b>					SAL
</b>		  You paying now or on layaway?

Buggin' Out looks at the slice.

<b>					BUGGIN' OUT
</b>		  How much?

<b>					SAL
</b>		  You come in here at least three
		  times a day.  You a retard?  A buck
		  fifty.

<b>					BUGGIN' OUT
</b>		  Damn, Sal, put some more cheese on
		  that motherfucker.

<b>											    14.
</b>

<b>					SAL
</b>		  Extra cheese is two dollars.
		  Y'know dat.

<b>					BUGGIN' OUT
</b>		  Two dollars!  Forget it!

Buggin' Out slams his money down on the counter, takes his
slice and sits down.

<b>ANGLE--TABLE
</b>
All around Buggin' Out, peering down from the WALL OF FAME,
are signed, framed, eight by ten glossies of famous Italian
Americans.  WE SEE Joe DiMaggio, Rocky Marciano, Perry Como,
Frank Sinatra, Luciano Pavarotti, Liza Minnelli, Governor
Mario Cuomo, Al Pacino and, of course, how can we forget
Sylvester Stallone as Rocky Balboa: THE ITALIAN STALLION,
also RAMBO.

<b>CLOSE UP--BUGGIN' OUT
</b>
He looks at the pictures hovering above him.

<b>					BUGGIN' OUT
</b>		  Mookie.

<b>CLOSE UP--MOOKIE
</b>
<b>					MOOKIE
</b>		  What?

<b>CLOSE UP--BUGGIN' OUT
</b>
<b>					BUGGIN' OUT
</b>		  How come you ain't got no brothers
		  up?

<b>CLOSE UP--MOOKIE
</b>
<b>					MOOKIE
</b>		  Ask Sal.

<b>ANGLE--PIZZERIA
</b>
<b>					BUGGIN' OUT
</b>		  Sal, how come you ain't got no
		  brothers up on the wall here?

<b>					SAL
</b>		  You want brothers up on the Wall of
		  Fame, you open up your own business,
		  then you can do what you wanna do.
		  My pizzeria, Italian Americans up
		  on the wall.

<b>											    15.
</b>

<b>					VITO
</b>		  Take it easy, Pop.

<b>					SAL
</b>		  Don't start on me today.

<b>					BUGGIN' OUT
</b>		  Sal, that might be fine, you own
		  this, but rarely do I see any
		  Italian Americans eating in here.
		  All I've ever seen is Black folks.
		  So since we spend much money here,
		  we do have some say.

<b>					SAL
</b>		  You a troublemaker?

Pino walks over to Buggin' Out.

<b>					PINO
</b>		  You making trouble.

<b>					BUGGIN' OUT
</b>		  Put some brothers up on this Wall
		  of Fame.  We want Malcolm X, Angela
		  Davis, Michael Jordan tomorrow.

Sal comes from behind the counter with his Louisville
Slugger Mickey Mantle model baseball bat.  Vito is by his
side, but Mookie intercepts them, and takes Buggin' Out
outside.

<b>					SAL
</b>		  Don't come back, either.

<b>					BUGGIN' OUT
</b>		  Boycott Sal's.  Boycott Sal's.

<b>EXT: SAL'S FAMOUS PIZZERIA--DAY
</b>
<b>					MOOKIE
</b>		  Buggin' Out, I gotta work here.

<b>					BUGGIN' OUT
</b>		  I'm cool.  I'm cool.

<b>					MOOKIE
</b>		  Come back in a week, it will be
		  squashed.

They give each other five.

<b>											    16.
</b>

<b>INT: SAL'S FAMOUS PIZZERIA--DAY
</b>
Mookie enters.

<b>					SAL
</b>		  Mookie, if your friends can't
		  behave, they're not welcome.

<b>					MOOKIE
</b>		  I got no say over people.

<b>					PINO
</b>		  You talk to 'em.

<b>					MOOKIE
</b>		  People are free to do what they
		  wanna do.

<b>					SAL
</b>		  I know, this is America, but I
		  don't want no trouble.

<b>EXT: STREET--DAY
</b>
Mookie walks down the block with pizza box in hand when he
sees Da Mayor sitting on his stoop.

<b>					DA MAYOR
</b>		  Mookie.

<b>					MOOKIE
</b>		  Gotta go.

<b>					DA MAYOR
</b>		  C'mere, Doctor.

Mookie turns around and goes back.

<b>					DA MAYOR
</b>		  Doctor, this is Da Mayor talkin'.

<b>					MOOKIE
</b><b>		  OK.  OK.
</b>
<b>					DA MAYOR
</b>		  Doctor, always try to do the right
		  thing.

<b>					MOOKIE
</b>		  That's it?

<b>					DA MAYOR
</b>		  That's it.

<b>											    17.
</b>

<b>					MOOKIE
</b>		  I got it.

<b>INT: TENEMENT BUILDING--DAY
</b>
Mookie is hiking up a flight of stairs.

<b>ANGLE--STAIRCASE
</b>
He puts the pizza box down and takes a breather.

<b>CLOSE UP--MOOKIE
</b>
Sweat drips off his face.

<b>ANGLE--MOOKIE
</b>
He bends down to pick up the pizza box and tackles the last
few flights.

<b>CLOSE UP--DOORBELL
</b>
Mookie pushes the buzzer.

<b>ANGLE--DOOR
</b>
A young Puerto Rican woman opens the door.

<b>					NILDA
</b>		  I hope it's not cold.

Mookie hands her the pizza.

<b>					MOOKIE
</b>		  No, it's not cold.  Twelve dollars
		  for the pie.

Nilda hands him a handful of singles.  Mookie looks at the
crumpled mess.  Nilda attempts to close the door, but
Mookie's foot says, "Hell no."

<b>					MOOKIE
</b>		  Hold it.  Let me count this first.

First he straightens out the dollars, then counts the bills.

<b>					MOOKIE
</b>		  You're short.

<b>					NILDA
</b>		  I counted the twelve dollars myself.

<b>					MOOKIE
</b>		  Twelve is right, but no tip.

<b>											    18.
</b>

<b>					NILDA
</b>		  No tip.

<b>					MOOKIE
</b>		  Look, lady.  I carried your pizza
		  up five flights of stairs and shit.
		  The cheese didn't slide over to one
		  side like it sometimes does with
		  delivery people who don't care.  I
		  do care.  May I get paid?

Nilda looks at him and sees right away he's not going
anywhere.

<b>					NILDA
</b>		  Wait here.

<b>					MOOKIE
</b>		  I'll wait.

Nilda goes into the apartment and we hear her talking in
Spanish to a male.

<b>ANGLE--MOOKIE
</b>
Mookie bends down to tie his sneakers.

<b>ANGLE--DOOR
</b>
Nilda reappears and holds out a lonely lone dollar for him.
Mookie has her hold it out for awhile, then he takes it.

<b>					MOOKIE
</b>		  Gracias mucho.

Nilda slams the door.

<b>					MOOKIE
</b>		  A dollar!  Cheap bastard!  Your
		  pizza is gonna be fucked next time.

<b>EXT: MOTHER SISTER'S STOOP--DAY
</b>
Jade sits down next to Mother Sister on the stoop.

<b>					MOTHER SISTER
</b>		  Jade, you're late.

<b>					JADE
</b>		  I know, Mother Sister, but I'm here
		  now.  Where's the stuff?

Mother Sister hands her a bag that is at her side.

<b>											    19.
</b>

<b>					MOTHER SISTER
</b>		  Seen your brother, just walked by.

Jade unwraps a head scarf from around Mother Sister's head
and a full head of long black hair falls to her shoulders.

<b>					JADE
</b>		  This might take some time.

<b>					MOTHER SISTER
</b>		  I got nowhere to go.  We haven't
		  had a good sit-down for a long while.

Jade begins to part, grease, and comb out Mother Sister's
hair.

<b>					MOTHER SISTER
</b>		  Tender-headed runs in my family.
		  You tender-headed?

<b>					JADE
</b>		  Yeah, me too.

<b>					MOTHER SISTER
</b>		  That's why I don't fool with it.
		  Only let you touch it...Ouch!

<b>					JADE
</b>		  Sorry, comb got caught.

<b>					MOTHER SISTER
</b>		  Be gentle, child.  Mother Sister is
		  an old woman.

<b>					JADE
</b>		  How are you holding up in this
		  weather?

<b>					MOTHER SISTER
</b>		  I'll do.

<b>					JADE
</b>		  I don't know why you still haven't
		  bought an air conditioner.

<b>					MOTHER SISTER
</b>		  Don't like 'em.  A fan will do.

<b>ANGLE--DA MAYOR
</b>
Da Mayor stands in front of the stoop, he's smiling for days.

<b>											    20.
</b>

<b>					DA MAYOR
</b>		  I didn't know you had such beautiful
		  hair.

<b>ANGLE--STOOP
</b>
<b>					MOTHER SISTER
</b>		  Fool, there's a lot in this world
		  you don't know.

<b>CLOSE UP--DA MAYOR
</b>
<b>					DA MAYOR
</b>		  I'm not stopping.  I'm on my way.

The Mayor tips his hat and heads up the block.

<b>ANGLE--STOOP
</b>
<b>					JADE
</b>		  You are too cruel to Da Mayor, it
		  isn't right.

<b>					MOTHER SISTER
</b>		  I'm not studying no Mayor.  Besides,
		  he reminds me of my least favorite
		  peoples.  My tenants and my ex-
		  husband--Goddamn-bless his soul.

They both laugh.

<b>					MOTHER SISTER
</b>		  Number One: I got some jive, late-
		  rent-paying trifling Negroes in
		  this house.  Every year I keep
		  threatening to sell it.

<b>					JADE
</b>		  And move to Long Island...

<b>					MOTHER SISTER
</b>		  And move to Long Island.  Number
		  Two: my ex-husband lost all my
		  property, all my money in his
		  scheme to build a Black business
		  empire.  Needless to say what
		  happened, this house is it, all I
		  got.  I'm too through with yar
		  people.

<b>CLOSE UP--JADE
</b>
<b>					JADE
</b>		  Whew!

<b>											    21.
</b>

She looks up at the white-hot sun.

<b>CLOSE UP--MOTHER SISTER
</b>
She does the same.

<b>X CLOSE UP--THE WHITE-HOT SUN
</b>
<b>HOT, HOTTER AND HOTTEST MONTAGE
</b>
Right now, folks, we're gonna suspend the narrative and show
how people are coping with the oppressive heat.

People are taking cold showers.

Sticking faces in ice-cold, water-filled sinks.

Heads stuck in refrigerators.

A wife tells her husband, "Hell no, I'm not cooking.  It's
too hot.  The kitchen is closed."

Men downing six-packs of ice-cold brew.

Faces stuck directly in front of fans.

A young kid cracks an egg on Sal's Cadillac.  The moment the
egg hits the car hood it starts to cook.  The kid looks
directly INTO THE CAMERA and smiles, then looks up to see
Sal, mad as a motherfucker, chasing after him.

And how can I forget the papers, the newspaper headlines.

			  New York Post: "A SCORCHER"
		    New York Daily News: "2 HOT 4 U?"
		New York Newsday: "OH BOY!  BAKED APPLE"
	    New York Times: "RECORD HEATWAVE HITS CITY"

<b>EXT: STREET--DAY
</b>
<b>CLOSE UP--JOHNNY PUMP
</b>
POW!  A powerful gush of water flies out RIGHT AT THE CAMERA.

Ahmad has just turned on the johnny pump and the white
stream of water flies across the street.

This attracts all the people of the block.  It's a chance to
cool off and momentarily beat the killer heat.

<b>ANGLE--CEE AND PUNCHY
</b>
They both scrape beer cans on the sidewalk.

<b>											    22.
</b>

<b>ANGLE--ELLA
</b>
She stands with caution away from the fire hydrant.  Ella
does not want to get wet.

<b>ANGLE--CEE AND PUNCHY
</b>
They're still scraping away.

<b>ANGLE--STREET
</b>
Folks, young and old, begin to get in the water and play.

<b>ANGLE--CEE AND PUNCHY
</b>
Both now have cans with the ends scraped away, and go to the
johnny pump.  Punchy bends down behind the hydrant and
places the can over the water.  The can now directs the
water into giant streams.

<b>ANGLE--ELLA
</b>
Ahmad sneaks up behind Ella and picks her up.  She's kicking
and screaming furiously.

<b>					ELLA
</b>		  Ahmad!  Put me down!  Put me down!
		  I can't get wet!  I'm not playing!

Ahmad is not having it.  He carries a kicking Ella into the
middle of the street in direct line of fire.

<b>					AHMAD
</b>		  Yo!

<b>					ELLA
</b>		  No!

They both are hit with a blast of water and are soaked to
the bone.  Ella starts to punch Ahmad, and chases after him.

<b>ANGLE--STREET
</b>
We hear the familiar rap music of Radio Raheem's box.

<b>CLOSE--RADIO RAHEEM
</b>
Radio Raheem is too cool.  By the way he's dressed, it could
be fall, not the hottest day of the year.  But you could
never tell it from him.  He's too cool.

<b>CLOSE--RADIO RAHEEM
</b>
<b>											    23.
</b>

Raheem looks at Cee, he wants to get by and he doesn't want
to get wet either.  And if his box gets wet, somebody is
gonna die.  Cee knows this too.

<b>ANGLE--JOHNNY PUMP
</b>
Cee stands in front of the hydrant, blocking the water so
Radio Raheem can pass.

<b>ANGLE--RADIO RAHEEM
</b>
He slowly bops across the street as all eyes watch.  When
he's clear, Cee moves and the water gushes out again as
folks play.

<b>ANGLE--STREET
</b>
We hear a car horn blowing.  People move out of the way as
the vehicle speeds through the spray.

<b>ANGLE--WHITE CONVERTIBLE
</b>
An older man, CHARLIE, stops his white convertible and blows
his horn.

<b>					CHARLIE
</b>		  I'm not playing.  There's gonna be
		  trouble if you fuck around.

<b>CLOSE--CEE AND PUNCHY
</b>
<b>					PUNCHY
</b>		  Go 'head.  You got it.  You got it.

<b>CLOSE--CHARLIE
</b>
<b>					CHARLIE
</b>		  This is an expensive car.

<b>CLOSE--CEE
</b>
<b>					CEE
</b>		  You won't get wet.

<b>ANGLE--HYDRANT
</b>
Both Punchy and Cee sit in front of the hydrant once again,
blocking the water.

<b>ANGLE--WHITE CONVERTIBLE
</b>
The car cautiously eases forward.  Charlie doesn't trust Cee
and Punchy at all.

<b>											    24.
</b>

<b>CLOSE--CHARLIE
</b>
<b>					CHARLIE
</b>		  I'm warning you.

<b>CLOSE--CEE AND PUNCHY
</b>
<b>					PUNCHY
</b>		  C'mon.

<b>					CEE
</b>		  Hurry up.  We ain't got all day.

<b>ANGLE--STREET
</b>
The people all move to the car, for they know what is about
to happen.

<b>ANGLE--HYDRANT
</b>
Cee and Punchy leap off the hydrant, unleashing a jet blast
that flies directly into Charlie's car.  The whole block is
dying.

<b>ANGLE--STREET
</b>
Charlie pulls his flooded car over to the curb, jumps out,
and runs to get hold of Cee and Punchy.  Of course, he's
slow, as the kids turn into track stars and make like Carl
Lewis.

<b>ANGLE--STREET
</b>
Charlie, a wet mess, tries to buy some sympathy from the
folks; none is to be bought.

<b>					CHARLIE
</b>		  I'm fucking soaked.  If I ever
		  catch those fucks they'll be sorry.
		  Cocksucking sonabitches!

The ranting continues, and people laugh at him.

<b>					CHARLIE
</b>		  You people make me sick.

A cop car screeches to a halt in front of the man.  Two
officers, LONG and PONTE, get out.

<b>					CHARLIE
</b>		  Officers, I want an arrest made.
		  Now.

<b>											    25.
</b>

<b>					OFFICER PONTE
</b>		  What happened?

<b>					CHARLIE
</b>		  Two Black kids soaked me and my car.
		  It's fucking ruined.

<b>					OFFICER LONG
</b>		  Where are they?

<b>					CHARLIE
</b>		  Where are they?  What kind of
		  fucking asshole question is that?
		  They ran the fuck away.

<b>					OFFICER PONTE
</b>		  Do you wish to file a complaint?

<b>					CHARLIE
</b>		  A complaint.  I want those fucks
		  locked under the jail.

Officer Long goes into his car and gets a wrench.

<b>ANGLE--JOHNNY PUMP
</b>
Officer Long turns off the hydrant, then puts the cap back on.

<b>					OFFICER PONTE
</b>		  This hydrant better not come back
		  on or there's gonna be hell to pay.

<b>					CHARLIE
</b>		  What about my car?  I want justice.

Officer Long sides up to Da Mayor who's been looking on.

<b>					OFFICER LONG
</b>		  You know anything about this?

Da Mayor is quiet.

<b>					CHARLIE
</b>		  He knows.  He's a witness.  They
		  all know.  He saw the whole thing.

Officer Ponte goes to Da Mayor's other side.

<b>					OFFICER LONG
</b>		  Who were the punks?

<b>					DA MAYOR
</b>		  Those who'll tell don't know.
		  Those who know won't tell.

<b>											    26.
</b>

<b>					OFFICER PONTE
</b>		  A wise guy.

Mookie emerges from the crowd and leads Da Mayor away from
the interrogation.

<b>					MOOKIE
</b>		  Let's go, Mayor.

<b>					OFFICER LONG
</b>		  Keep this hydrant off.  You want to
		  swim, go to Coney Island.

<b>					CHARLIE
</b>		  He's leaving?  What about me?

<b>					OFFICER PONTE
</b>		  I suggest you get in your car
		  quick, before these people start to
		  strip it clean.

The man looks at the crowd of Blacks and Puerto Ricans
around him and he considers what he just heard.

<b>					OFFICER LONG
</b>		  Let's go, break it up.  Go back to
		  your jobs.

<b>					OFFICER PONTE
</b>		  What jobs?

Both cops laugh.

<b>ANGLE--STREET
</b>
Charlie drives away, fuming.

<b>INT: ROOFTOP--DAY
</b>
Cee and Punchy look down from a roof on all the havoc and
confusion they've started.  Both laugh.

<b>INT: SAL'S FAMOUS PIZZERIA--DAY
</b>
Mookie enters.

<b>					SAL
</b>		  Mookie, what took you so long?  I
		  got a business to run.

<b>					MOOKIE
</b>		  Run it then.

<b>											    27.
</b>

<b>					SAL
</b>		  Here, this goes to the radio station.

He gives Mookie a bag full of food.

<b>					VITO
</b>		  Pop, I'm gonna go with Mookie.

<b>					SAL
</b>		  Good, make sure he don't jerk around.

<b>					PINO
</b>		  Yeah, hurry back, it's getting
		  crowded.

<b>EXT: STREET--DAY
</b>
Vito and Mookie walk down the block.

<b>					VITO
</b>		  Mister Señor Love Daddy is cool.

<b>					MOOKIE
</b>		  Ya like him, huh?

<b>					VITO
</b>		  Yeah.

<b>					MOOKIE
</b>		  Y'know, Vito, I know Pino is ya
		  brother and shit, but the next time
		  he hits ya, the next time he
		  touches ya, you should "house him."
		  Kick his ass.

<b>					VITO
</b>		  I don't know.

<b>					MOOKIE
</b>		  If you don't make a stand, he's
		  gonna be beating ya like a egg for
		  the rest of your life.

<b>					VITO
</b>		  That's what you think?

<b>					MOOKIE
</b>		  That's what I think.

<b>					VITO
</b>		  I don't like to fight.

<b>											    28.
</b>

<b>					MOOKIE
</b>		  Do it this one time and he'll never
		  touch you again.

<b>EXT: WE LOVE RADIO--DAY
</b>
Mookie and Vito wave at Mister Señor Love Daddy through the
storefront window and he buzzes them in.

<b>OMIT
</b>
<b>INT: CONTROL BOOTH--DAY
</b>
Mookie and Vito very quietly walk in; the man is on the air.

<b>					MISTER SEÑOR LOVE DADDY
</b>		  Peoples, my stomach's been grumbling
		  but help has arrived.  My main man
		  Mookie has saved the day, straight
		  from Sal's Famous Pizzeria, down
		  the block.  Come up to the mike,
		  Mookie.

Mookie goes to the mike.

<b>					MISTER SEÑOR LOVE DADDY
</b>		  C'mon, don't be shy.  Mmm, smells
		  good.  This is ya Love Daddy
		  talkin' to ya, starvin' like Marvin.
		  Say something, Mookie.

<b>					MOOKIE
</b>		  Mister Señor Love Daddy, I'd like
		  to dedicate the next record to my
		  heart, Tina.

<b>					MISTER SEÑOR LOVE DADDY
</b>		  Alright.  Let me play this record
		  while I go to work on my chicken
		  Parmigiana hero with extra cheese
		  and extra sauce.

He hits the cart machine...

<b>					VO
</b>		  I just looove you so much Mister
		  Señor Love Daddy.  WE LOVE RADIO,
<b>		  108 FM.
</b>
...then cues up the record.

<b>											    29.
</b>

<b>					MISTER SEÑOR LOVE DADDY
</b>		  Here ya are.
			    (he hands Mookie a
			    twenty-dollar bill)
		  Keep the change.

<b>					MOOKIE
</b>		  That's right on time.  This is my
		  friend, Vito.  His pops is Sal.

<b>					MISTER SEÑOR LOVE DADDY
</b>		  Tell ya father he makes the best
		  heros in Brooklyn.

<b>					VITO
</b>		  I'll do that.

<b>					MOOKIE
</b>		  We're outta here.

<b>					MISTER SEÑOR LOVE DADDY
</b>		  Thanks for stopping by.  WE LOVE
		  Radio, 108 FM.

<b>EXT: STREET--DAY
</b>
On a stoop, a group of Puerto Ricans sits talking, drinking
cerveza frío, and playing dominoes.  One of their cars is
parked near the stoop, and blasts salsa music.

<b>ANGLE--RADIO RAHEEM
</b>
As usual we hear the rap music of Radio Raheem, but
underneath the salsa music.  Radio Raheem does not like to
be bested; the salsa music from the parked car is giving him
competition, this is no good.  Radio Raheem stands in front
of the stoop and raises his decibel level.

<b>ANGLE--STOOP
</b>
The Puerto Rican men look at him, then begin to yell at him
in Spanish.  There is a standoff, the rap and salsa clashing
in a deafening roar.  One of the men, STEVIE, gets off the
stoop and goes to the car.

<b>ANGLE--CAR
</b>
Stevie turns the car radio off.

<b>CLOSE--RADIO RAHEEM
</b>
Radio Raheem smiles, nods, turns his box to a reasonable
listening level, and bops down the block.  Radio Raheem
still the loudest.  Radio Raheem still the king.

<b>											    30.
</b>

<b>					STEVIE
</b>		  You got it, bro.

<b>ANGLE--STOOP
</b>
The men curse in Spanish and shake their heads in
bewilderment and Stevie turns the salsa back on.

<b>EXT: STREET--DAY
</b>
Vito and Mookie see Buggin' Out on their way back to Sal's.

<b>					MOOKIE
</b>		  You the man.

<b>					BUGGIN' OUT
</b>		  You the man.

<b>					MOOKIE
</b>		  No, you the man.

<b>					BUGGIN' OUT
</b>		  No.  I'm just a struggling Black
		  man trying to keep my dick hard in
		  a cruel and harsh world.

Buggin' Out gives Mookie five and a menacing look at Vito.

<b>					MOOKIE
</b>		  Vito is down.

<b>EXT: STREET--DAY
</b>
Buggin' Out is walking down the block when CLIFTON, a
yuppie, accidentally bumps into him, stepping on his new
sneakers.

<b>CLOSE--BUGGIN' OUT
</b>
He looks at his sneakers.

<b>CLOSE--SNEAKERS
</b>
There is a big black smudge on his new white unlaced Air
Jordans.

<b>ANGLE--BUGGIN' OUT
</b>
He runs down the block after Clifton.

<b>					BUGGIN' OUT
</b>		  Yo!

Clifton turns around.

<b>											    31.
</b>

<b>					BUGGIN' OUT
</b>		  Yo!

<b>					CLIFTON
</b>		  Yes?

<b>					BUGGIN' OUT
</b>		  You almost knocked me down.  The
		  word is "excuse me."

<b>					CLIFTON
</b>		  Excuse me.  I'm very sorry.

<b>					BUGGIN' OUT
</b>		  Not only did you knock me down, you
		  stepped on my new white Air Jordans
		  that I just bought and that's all
		  you can say, "Excuse me?"

This commotion has attracted a crowd, including Ahmad, Cee,
Punchy, and Ella.

<b>					BUGGIN' OUT
</b>		  I'll fuck you up quick two times.

<b>HERE WE GO!
</b>
<b>					BUGGIN' OUT
</b>		  Who told you to step on my sneakers?
		  Who told you to walk on my side of
		  the block?  Who told you to be in
		  my neighborhood?

<b>					CLIFTON
</b>		  I own a brownstone on this block.

<b>					BUGGIN' OUT
</b>		  Who told you to buy a brownstone on
		  my block, in my neighborhood on my
		  side of the street?

The crowd likes that one and they laugh and egg him on.

<b>					BUGGIN' OUT
</b>		  What do you want to live in a Black
		  neighborhood for?  Motherfuck
		  gentrification.

<b>					CLIFTON
</b>		  I'm under the assumption that this
		  is a free country and one can live
		  where he pleases.

<b>											    32.
</b>

<b>					BUGGIN' OUT
</b>		  A free country?

AWWW SHIT!  Why did he get Buggin' started?

<b>					BUGGIN' OUT
</b>		  I should fuck you up just for that
		  stupid shit alone.

Buggin' Out looks down at his marred Air Jordans.  The
crowd, smelling blood, wants to see some.

<b>					AHMAD
</b>		  Your Jordans are dogged.

<b>					CEE
</b>		  You might as well throw 'em out.

<b>					PUNCHY
</b>		  They looked good before he messed
		  them up.

<b>					ELLA
</b>		  You used to be so fine.

<b>					AHMAD
</b>		  How much did you pay for them?

<b>					CEE
</b>		  A hundred bucks.

<b>					AHMAD
</b>		  A hundred bucks!

<b>					BUGGIN' OUT
</b>		  You're lucky the Black man has a
		  loving heart.  Next time you see me
		  coming, cross the street quick.

<b>					AHMAD
</b>		  He's dissing you.

<b>					BUGGIN' OUT
</b>		  Damn, my brand-new Jordans.  You
		  should buy me another pair.

<b>					CLIFTON
</b>		  I'm gonna leave now.

<b>					BUGGIN' OUT
</b>		  If I wasn't a righteous Black man
		  you'd be in serious trouble.
<b>		  SERIOUS.
</b>
<b>											    33.
</b>

The crowd gives their approval.

<b>					BUGGIN' OUT
</b>		  Move back to Connecticut.

<b>INT: SAL'S FAMOUS PIZZERIA--DAY
</b>
Mookie and Vito enter the shop.

<b>					SAL
</b>		  I should have Vito go with you all
		  the time.

<b>					PINO
</b>		  Yeah, no more ninety-minute
		  deliveries around the corner.

<b>					MOOKIE
</b>		  Pino, I work hard like everybody in
		  here.

<b>					VITO
</b>		  He's right.

<b>					PINO
</b>		  C'mere.
			    (Pino smacks his brother)
		  Don't get too friendly with da Mook.

<b>					SAL
</b>		  That's gonna be the last time you
		  hit Vito.

<b>					MOOKIE
</b>		  Smack him back.

<b>					PINO
</b>		  What?

<b>					MOOKIE
</b>		  Remember what I said.

Vito stands frozen in front of his brother.

<b>					PINO
</b>		  Are you gonna listen to this Mook?
		  Listen to him tell you to smack me?
		  Your only brother?

Vito walks away and Mookie is disgusted.

<b>					PINO
</b>		  I didn't think so.

<b>											    34.
</b>

<b>EXT: STREET--DAY
</b>
Officers Ponte and Long drive down the block and at the
corner they stop, glare at the Corner Men.

<b>CLOSE--OFFICER PONTE
</b>
<b>CLOSE--SWEET DICK WILLIE
</b>
<b>CLOSE--OFFICER LONG
</b>
<b>CLOSE--COCONUT SID
</b>
<b>ANGLE--POLICE CAR
</b>
<b>					OFFICER PONTE
</b>		  What a waste.

<b>ANGLE--CORNER
</b>
Sweet Dick, ML, and Coconut Sid stare right back at the cops.

<b>ANGLE--POLICE CAR
</b>
It drives off.

<b>ANGLE--CORNER
</b>
<b>					COCONUT SID
</b>		  As I was saying before we were so
		  rudely interrupted by the finest.

<b>					ML
</b>		  What was you saying?

Coconut Sid blanks.

<b>					SWEET DICK WILLIE
</b>		  Motherfucker wasn't saying shit.

<b>					ML
</b>		  Look at that.

<b>					COCONUT SID
</b>		  Look at what?

ML points across the street to the Korean fruit and vegetable
stand.

<b>					ML
</b>		  It's a fucking shame.

<b>					SWEET DICK WILLIE
</b>		  What is?

<b>											    35.
</b>

<b>					ML
</b>		  Sweet Dick Willie.

<b>					SWEET DICK WILLIE
</b>		  That's my name.

<b>					ML
</b>		  Do I have to spell it out?

<b>					COCONUT SID
</b>		  Make it plain.

<b>					ML
</b>		  OK, but listen up.  I'm gonna break
		  it down.

<b>					SWEET DICK WILLIE
</b>		  Let it be broke.

<b>					ML
</b>		  Can ya dig it?

<b>					SWEET DICK WILLIE
</b>		  It's dug.

<b>CLOSE--ML
</b>
<b>					ML
</b>		  Look at those Korean motherfuckers
		  across the street.  I betcha they
		  haven't been a year off da
		  motherfucking boat before they
		  opened up their own place.

<b>CLOSE--COCONUT SID
</b>
<b>					COCONUT SID
</b>		  It's been about a year.

<b>CLOSE--ML
</b>
<b>					ML
</b>		  A motherfucking year off the
		  motherfucking boat and got a good
		  business in our neighborhood
		  occupying a building that had been
		  boarded up for longer than I care
		  to remember and I've been here a
		  long time.

<b>CLOSE--SWEET DICK WILLIE
</b>
<b>					SWEET DICK WILLIE
</b>		  It has been a long time.

<b>											    36.
</b>

<b>CLOSE--COCONUT SID
</b>
<b>					COCONUT SID
</b>		  How long?

<b>CLOSE--ML
</b>
<b>					ML
</b>		  Too long!  Too long.  Now for the
		  life of me, I haven't been able to
		  figger this out.  Either dem
		  Koreans are geniuses or we Blacks
		  are dumb.

This is truly a stupefying question and all three are silent.
What is the answer?

<b>					COCONUT SID
</b>		  It's gotta be cuz we're Black.  No
		  other explanation, nobody don't
		  want the Black man to be about shit.

<b>					SWEET DICK WILLIE
</b>		  Old excuse.

<b>					ML
</b>		  I'll be one happy fool to see us
		  have our own business right here.
		  Yes, sir.  I'd be the first in line
		  to spend the little money I got.

Sweet Dick Willie gets up from his folding chair.

<b>					SWEET DICK WILLIE
</b>		  It's Miller time.  Let me go give
		  these Koreans s'more business.

<b>					ML
</b>		  It's a motherfucking shame.

<b>					COCONUT SID
</b>		  Ain't that a bitch.

<b>EXT: STOOP--DAY
</b>
Da Mayor sits on his stoop and a kid, EDDIE, runs by.

<b>					DA MAYOR
</b>		  Sonny!  Sonny!

Eddie stops.

<b>					DA MAYOR
</b>		  Doctor, what's your name?

<b>											    37.
</b>

<b>					EDDIE
</b>		  Eddie Lovell.

<b>					DA MAYOR
</b>		  How old are you?

<b>					EDDIE
</b>		  Ten.

<b>					DA MAYOR
</b>		  What makes Sammy run?

<b>					EDDIE
</b>		  My name is Eddie.

<b>					DA MAYOR
</b>		  What makes Sammy run?

<b>					EDDIE
</b>		  I said my name is Eddie Lovell.

<b>					DA MAYOR
</b>		  Relax, Eddie, I want you to go to
		  the corner store.  How much will it
		  cost me?

<b>					EDDIE
</b>		  How would I know how much it's
		  gonna cost if I don't know what I'm
		  buying?

<b>					DA MAYOR
</b>		  Eddie, you're too smart for your
		  own britches.  Listen to me.  How
		  much do you want to run to the
		  store for Da Mayor?

<b>					EDDIE
</b>		  Fifty cents.

<b>					DA MAYOR
</b>		  You got a deal.

He gives Eddie some money.

<b>					DA MAYOR
</b>		  Git me a quart of beer, Budweiser,
		  say it's for your father, if they
		  bother you.

Eddie runs down the block just as Ahmad, Cee, Punchy, and
Ella pass him.

<b>											    38.
</b>

<b>					AHMAD
</b>		  Who told him he was Da Mayor of
		  this block?

<b>					CEE
</b>		  He's self-appointed.

<b>					ELLA
</b>		  Leave him alone.

<b>					PUNCHY
</b>		  Shut up.

<b>					DA MAYOR
</b>		  Go on now.  Leave me be.

<b>					AHMAD
</b>		  You walk up and down this block
		  like you own it.

<b>					CEE
</b>		  Da Mayor.

<b>					PUNCHY
</b>		  You're old.

<b>					AHMAD
</b>		  A old drunk bum.

Da Mayor stands up from his seat cushion on the stoop.

<b>					AHMAD
</b>		  What do you have to say?

<b>					DA MAYOR
</b>		  What do you know 'bout me?  Y'all
		  can't even pee straight.  What do
		  you know?  Until you have stood in
		  the doorway and heard the hunger of
		  your five children, unable to do a
		  damn thing about it, you don't know
		  shit.  You don't know my pain, you
		  don't know me.  Don't call me a
		  bum, don't call me a drunk, you
		  don't know me, and it's
		  disrespectful.  I know your parents
		  raised you better.

The teenagers look at Da Mayor.

<b>					ELLA
</b>		  He told you off.

Da Mayor sits back down on his seat cushion on his stoop.

<b>											    39.
</b>

<b>INT: SAL'S FAMOUS PIZZERIA--DAY
</b>
<b>ANGLE--PAY PHONE ON WALL
</b>
Mookie is on the phone.

<b>					MOOKIE
</b>		  I know I haven't seen you in four
		  days.  I'm a working man.

<b>					TINA (VO)
</b>		  I work too, but I still make time.

<b>					MOOKIE
</b>		  Tina, what do you want me to do?

<b>					TINA (VO)
</b>		  I want you to spend some time with
		  me.  I want you to try and make
		  this relationship work.  If not,
		  I'd rather not be bothered.

<b>					MOOKIE
</b>		  Alright.  Alright.  I'll be over
		  there sometime today.

<b>					TINA (VO)
</b>		  When?

<b>					MOOKIE
</b>		  Before I get off work.

<b>					TINA (VO)
</b>		  Bring some ice cream, I'm burning
		  up.  Do you love me?

<b>					MOOKIE
</b>		  Do I love you?

<b>CLOSE--SAL
</b>
<b>					SAL
</b>		  Mookie, get offa da phone.

<b>CLOSE--MOOKIE
</b>
<b>					MOOKIE
</b>		  Be off in a second.  Tina, I
		  dedicated a record on Mister Señor
		  Love Daddy's show to you.

<b>					TINA (VO)
</b>		  Big deal.

<b>											    40.
</b>

<b>CLOSE--SAL
</b>
<b>					SAL
</b>		  Mookie!  How is anybody gonna call
		  in?

<b>CLOSE--MOOKIE
</b>
<b>					MOOKIE
</b>		  Big deal?  If that's not LOVE, I
		  don't know what is.

<b>CLOSE--PINO
</b>
<b>					PINO
</b>		  You deaf or what?

<b>CLOSE--MOOKIE
</b>
<b>					MOOKIE
</b>		  Gotta go.  See ya soon.
			    (he hangs up)
		  Everybody happy now?

The phone rings right away and Pino picks it up.

<b>ANGLE--PINO
</b>
<b>					PINO
</b>		  Sal's Famous Pizzeria, yeah, two
		  large pizzas, pepperoni and
		  anchovies, hold on...  See, Pop,
		  Mookie fucking talking on the phone
		  and people are trying to call in
		  orders.  He's making us lose
		  business.

<b>CLOSE--SAL
</b>
<b>					SAL
</b>		  Mookie, you're fucking up.

<b>					PINO
</b>		  Twenty minutes.
			    (he hangs up the phone)
		  How come you niggers are so stupid?

<b>CLOSE--MOOKIE
</b>
<b>					MOOKIE
</b>		  If ya see a nigger here, kick his
		  ass.

<b>CLOSE--PINO
</b>
<b>											    41.
</b>

<b>					PINO
</b>		  Fuck you and stay off the phone.

<b>CLOSE--VITO
</b>
<b>					VITO
</b>		  Forget it, Mookie.

<b>ANGLE--PIZZERIA
</b>
<b>					MOOKIE
</b>		  Who's your favorite basketball
		  player?

<b>					PINO
</b>		  Magic Johnson.

<b>					MOOKIE
</b>		  And not Larry Bird?  Who's your
		  favorite movie star?

<b>					PINO
</b>		  Eddie Murphy.

Mookie is smiling now.

<b>					MOOKIE
</b>		  Last question: Who's your favorite
		  rock star?

Pino doesn't answer, because he sees the trap he's already
fallen into.

<b>					MOOKIE
</b>		  Barry Manilow?

Mookie and Vito laugh.

<b>					MOOKIE
</b>		  Pino, no joke.  C'mon, answer.

<b>					VITO
</b>		  It's Prince.  He's a Prince freak.

<b>					PINO
</b>		  Shut up.  The Boss!  Bruuucce!!!!

<b>					MOOKIE
</b>		  Sounds funny to me.  As much as you
		  say nigger this and nigger that,
		  all your favorite people are
		  "niggers."

<b>											    42.
</b>

<b>					PINO
</b>		  It's different.  Magic, Eddie,
		  Prince are not niggers, I mean, are
		  not Black.  I mean, they're Black
		  but not really Black.  They're more
		  than Black.  It's different.

With each word Pino is hanging himself even further.

<b>					MOOKIE
</b>		  Pino, I think secretly that you
		  wish you were Black.  That's what I
		  think.  Vito, what do you say?

<b>					PINO
</b>		  Y'know, I've been listening and
		  reading 'bout Farrakhan, ya didn't
		  know that, did you?

<b>					MOOKIE
</b>		  I didn't know you could read.

<b>					PINO
</b>		  Fuck you.  Anyway, Minister
		  Farrakhan always talks about the
		  so-called "day" when the Black man
		  will rise.  "We will one day rule
		  the earth as we did in our glorious
		  past."  You really believe that shit?

<b>					MOOKIE
</b>		  It's e-vit-able.

<b>					PINO
</b>		  Keep dreaming.

<b>					MOOKIE
</b>		  Fuck you, fuck pizza, and fuck
		  Frank Sinatra, too.

<b>					PINO
</b>		  Well, fuck you, too, and fuck
		  Michael Jordan.

<b>								    CUT TO:
</b>
<b>RACIAL SLUR MONTAGE
</b>
The following will be a QUICK-CUTTING MONTAGE of racial
slurs, with different ethnic groups pointing the finger at
one another.  Each person looks directly INTO THE CAMERA.

<b>CLOSE--MOOKIE
</b>
<b>											    43.
</b>

<b>					MOOKIE
</b>		  Dago, wop, garlic-breath, guinea,
		  pizza-slinging, spaghetti-bending,
		  Vic Damone, Perry Como, Luciano
		  Pavarotti, Sole Mio, nonsinging
		  motherfucker.

<b>								    CUT TO:
</b>
<b>CLOSE--PINO
</b>
<b>					PINO
</b>		  You gold-teeth, gold-chain-wearing,
		  fried-chicken-and-biscuit-eatin',
		  monkey, ape, baboon, big thigh,
		  fast-running, three-hundred-sixty-
		  degree-basketball-dunking spade
		  Moulan Yan.

<b>								    CUT TO:
</b>
<b>CLOSE--STEVIE
</b>
<b>					STEVIE
</b>		  You slant-eyed, me-no-speak-
		  American, own every fruit and
		  vegetable stand in New York,
		  Reverend Moon, Summer Olympics '88,
		  Korean kick-boxing bastard.

<b>								    CUT TO:
</b>
<b>CLOSE--OFFICER LONG
</b>
<b>					OFFICER LONG
</b>		  Goya bean-eating, fifteen in a car,
		  thirty in an apartment, pointed
		  shoes, red-wearing, Menudo, meda-
		  meda Puerto Rican cocksucker.

<b>								    CUT TO:
</b>
<b>CLOSE--KOREAN CLERK
</b>
<b>					KOREAN CLERK
</b>		  It's cheap, I got a good price for
		  you, Mayor Koch, "How I'm doing,"
		  chocolate-egg-cream-drinking, bagel
		  and lox, B'nai B'rith asshole.

<b>								    CUT TO:
</b>
<b>											    44.
</b>

<b>INT: WE LOVE RADIO STATION CONTROL ROOM--DAY
</b>
<b>CLOSE--MISTER SEÑOR LOVE DADDY
</b>
<b>					MISTER SEÑOR LOVE DADDY
</b>		  Yo!  Hold up!  Time out!  Time out!
		  Y'all take a chill.  Ya need to
		  cool that shit out... and that's
		  the truth, Ruth.

<b>								    CUT TO:
</b>
<b>CLOSE--WHITE-HOT SUN
</b>
<b>INT: SAL'S FAMOUS PIZZERIA--DAY
</b>
Mookie picks up his two pizza pies for delivery.

<b>					MOOKIE
</b>		  Sal, can you do me a favor?

<b>					SAL
</b>		  Depends.

<b>					MOOKIE
</b>		  Can you pay me now?

<b>					SAL
</b>		  Can't do.

<b>					MOOKIE
</b>		  Sal, just this once, do me that
		  solid.

<b>					SAL
</b>		  You know you don't get paid till we
		  close tonight.  We're still open.

<b>					MOOKIE
</b>		  I would like to get paid now.

<b>					SAL
</b>		  Tonight, when we close.

Mookie leaves.

<b>EXT: STREET--DAY
</b>
Mookie walks down the block.  The streets are filled with
kids playing.  WE SEE stoop ball, double dutch, hand games,
bike-riding, skateboarding, etc.

<b>ANGLE--MOOKIE
</b>
<b>											    45.
</b>

Radio Raheem approaches Mookie.

<b>					MOOKIE
</b>		  Whaddup.  Money?

<b>					RADIO RAHEEM
</b>		  I was going to buy a slice.

<b>					MOOKIE
</b>		  I'll be back after I make this
		  delivery.

<b>					RADIO RAHEEM
</b>		  On the rebound.

Mookie stares at the gold "brass knuckles" rings Radio
Raheem wears on each hand.  Spelled out across the rings are
the words "LOVE" on the right hand and "HATE" on the left
hand.

<b>					MOOKIE
</b>		  That's the dope.

<b>					RADIO RAHEEM
</b>		  I just copped them.  Let me tell
		  you the story of Right-Hand--Left-
		  Hand--the tale of Good and Evil.

<b>					MOOKIE
</b>		  I'm listening.

<b>					RADIO RAHEEM
</b><b>		  HATE!
</b>
He thrusts up his left hand.

<b>					RADIO RAHEEM
</b>		  It was with this hand that Brother
		  Cain iced his brother.  LOVE!

He thrusts up his right hand.

<b>					RADIO RAHEEM
</b>		  See these fingers, they lead
		  straight to the soul of man.  The
		  right hand.  The hand of LOVE!

Mookie is buggin'.

<b>					RADIO RAHEEM
</b>		  The story of Life is this...

He locks his fingers and writhes, cracking the joints.

<b>											    46.
</b>

<b>					RADIO RAHEEM
</b>		  STATIC!  One hand is always fighting
		  the other.  Left Hand Hate is
		  kicking much ass and it looks like
		  Right Hand Love is finished.  Hold
		  up.  Stop the presses!  Love is
		  coming back, yes, it's Love.  Love
		  has won.  Left Hand Hate KO'ed by
		  Love.

Mookie doesn't know what to say, so he doesn't say anything.

<b>					RADIO RAHEEM
</b>		  Brother, Mookie, if I love you I
		  love you, but if I hate you...

<b>					MOOKIE
</b>		  I understand.

<b>					RADIO RAHEEM
</b>		  I love you, my brother.

<b>					MOOKIE
</b>		  I love you, Black.

<b>INT: SAL'S FAMOUS PIZZERIA--DAY
</b>
Radio Raheem enters Sal's with music blaring.

<b>					RADIO RAHEEM
</b>		  Two slices.

<b>					SAL
</b>		  No service till you turn dat shit
		  off.

<b>					RADIO RAHEEM
</b>		  Two slices.

<b>					PINO
</b>		  Turn it off.

<b>					SAL
</b>		  Mister Radio Raheem, I can't even
		  hear myself think.  You are
		  disturbing me and you are disturbing
		  my customers.

Sal grabs his Mickey Mantle bat from underneath the counter.
Everyone, Sal, Vito, Pino, Radio Raheem, and the customers
are poised for something to jump off, STATIC.

<b>CLOSE--RADIO RAHEEM
</b>
<b>											    47.
</b>

He smiles and turns off the beat.

<b>					RADIO RAHEEM
</b>		  Two slices, extra cheese.

<b>CLOSE--SAL
</b>
Sal puts Mickey Mantle back into its place.

<b>					SAL
</b>		  When you come in Sal's Famous
		  Pizzeria, no music.  No rap, no
		  music.  Capisce?  Understand?...
		  This is a place of business.  Extra
		  cheese is two dollars.

<b>INT: TENEMENT HALLWAY--DAY
</b>
Mookie hands the pizzas over and takes the money and counts
it.

<b>					MOOKIE
</b>		  Thanks.

<b>EXT: STREET--DAY
</b>
Mookie walks, says hello to the people he knows.

<b>EXT: STOOP--DAY
</b>
Mookie runs up stoop.

<b>INT: MOOKIE'S APARTMENT--DAY
</b>
We hear a key in the door, the lock turns and Mookie enters.

<b>					MOOKIE
</b>		  Jade.

<b>					JADE (OS)
</b>		  I'm in here.

<b>INT: JADE'S BEDROOM--DAY
</b>
Jade sits in a chair directly in front of an air conditioner
going full blast.

<b>					JADE
</b>		  How come you're not at Sal's?

<b>					MOOKIE
</b>		  I'm working.

<b>											    48.
</b>

<b>					JADE
</b>		  Is this another one of your patented
		  two-hour lunches?

<b>					MOOKIE
</b>		  I just come home to take a quick
		  shower.

<b>					JADE
</b>		  Sal's gonna be mad.

<b>					MOOKIE
</b>		  Later for Sal.  Y'know, sometimes I
		  think you're more concerned with
		  him than me.

<b>					JADE
</b>		  I think no such a thing.  Sal pays
		  you, you should work.

<b>					MOOKIE
</b>		  Slavery days are over.  My name
		  ain't Kunta Kinte.  Sis, I don't
		  want to argue, stop pressing me.

<b>					JADE
</b>		  I just don't want you to lose the
		  one job you've been able to keep,
		  that's all.  I'm carrying you as it
		  is.

<b>					MOOKIE
</b>		  Don't worry 'bout me.  I always get
		  paid.

<b>					JADE
</b>		  Yeah, then ya should take better
		  care of your responsibilities.

<b>					MOOKIE
</b>		  What responsibilities?

<b>					JADE
</b>		  I didn't stutter.  Take care of
		  your responsibilities.  Y'know
		  exactly what I'm talking about.

<b>INT: BATHROOM--DAY
</b>
Mookie turns on the shower and screams; the water is ice cold.

<b>EXT: MOTHER SISTER'S STOOP--DAY
</b>
Mother Sister sits in her window looking out at the block.

<b>											    49.
</b>

<b>EXT: DA MAYOR'S STOOP--DAY
</b>
Da Mayor has fallen asleep sitting on his stoop.  His hands
loosely hold a brown paper bag that is tightly twisted
around a beer can.

<b>EXT: CORNER--DAY
</b>
Sweet Dick, ML, and Coconut Sid each hold an umbrella for
protection from the hot and harsh rays.

<b>EXT: FIRE ESCAPE--DAY
</b>
Ahmad, Punchy, Cee, and Ella sit on a fire escape, trying to
keep still, trying to find a cool spot in the shade.  No one
says a word.

<b>INT: SAL'S FAMOUS PIZZERIA--DAY
</b>
Sal takes a seat at one of the tables.

<b>					SAL
</b>		  I'm beat.

Pino sits down next to his father.

<b>					PINO
</b>		  Pop, I think we should sell this
		  place, get outta here while we're
		  still ahead...and alive.

<b>					SAL
</b>		  Since when do you know what's best
		  for us?

<b>					PINO
</b>		  Couldn't we sell this and open up a
		  new one in our own neighborhood?

<b>					SAL
</b>		  Too many pizzerias already there.

<b>					PINO
</b>		  Then we could try something else.

<b>					SAL
</b>		  We don't know nuthin' else.

<b>					PINO
</b>		  I'm sick of niggers, it's a bad
		  neighborhood.  I don't like being
		  around them, they're animals.

<b>											    50.
</b>

<b>					VITO
</b>		  Some are OK.

<b>					PINO
</b>		  My friends laugh at me all the
		  time, laugh right in my face, tell
		  me go feed the Moulies.

<b>					SAL
</b>		  Do your friends put money in your
		  pocket?  Pay your rent?  Food on ya
		  plate?

Pino is quiet.

<b>					SAL
</b>		  I didn't think so.

<b>					PINO
</b>		  Pop, what else can I say?  I don't
		  wanna be here, they don't want us
		  here.  We should stay in our own
		  neighborhood, stay in Bensonhurst.

<b>					SAL
</b>		  So what if this is a Black
		  neighborhood, so what if we're a
		  minority.  I've never had no
		  trouble with dese people, don't
		  want none either, so don't start
		  none.  This is America.  Sal's
		  Famous Pizzeria is here for good.
		  You think you know it all?  Well,
		  you don't.  I'm your father, you
		  better remember that.

<b>INT: BATHROOM--DAY
</b>
Mookie pulls the shower curtain back and steps out.

<b>INT: MOOKIE'S ROOM--DAY
</b>
Mookie sits on his bed, still wet.

<b>ANGLE--JADE
</b>
<b>					JADE
</b>		  Hurry up and get dressed.

<b>					MOOKIE
</b>		  I'm coming.

<b>					JADE
</b>		  I'm going with you.

<b>											    51.
</b>

<b>BUGGIN' OUT BOYCOTT MONTAGE
</b>
<b>EXT: STREET--DAY
</b>
<b>					BUGGIN' OUT
</b>		  Da Mayor, we need your leadership.

<b>					DA MAYOR
</b>		  Doctor, what are you talkin' bout?

<b>					BUGGIN' OUT
</b>		  I'm organizing a boycott of Sal's
		  Famous Pizzeria.

<b>					DA MAYOR
</b>		  Keep walkin', Doctor.  I don't want
		  to hear none of your foolishness.

<b>								    CUT TO:
</b>
<b>CLOSE--CORNER MEN
</b>
<b>					ML
</b>		  No!

<b>					COCONUT SID
</b>		  No!

<b>					SWEET DICK WILLIE
</b>		  Hell no!  Goddamnit.  Sal ain't
		  never done me no harm.  You either.

<b>								    CUT TO:
</b>
<b>CLOSE--BUGGIN' OUT
</b>
<b>					BUGGIN' OUT
</b>		  Would you like to sign a petition
		  to boycott Sal's Famous Pizzeria.

<b>								    CUT TO:
</b>
CLOSE--AHMAD, CEE, PUNCHY, and ELLA

They DOG him out (ADLIB)

<b>								    CUT TO:
</b>
<b>CLOSE--BUGGIN' OUT
</b>
<b>					BUGGIN' OUT
</b>		  I'll do it without your help.

<b>											    52.
</b>

<b>EXT: WE LOVE RADIO--DAY
</b>
Buggin' Out waves at Mister Señor Love Daddy as he walks by
the storefront.

<b>INT: SAL'S FAMOUS PIZZERIA--DAY
</b>
Buggin' Out sticks his head in and yells:

<b>					BUGGIN' OUT
</b>		  Sal, we're gonna boycott ya fat ass.

Before Sal and his two sons can answer, Buggin' Out is gone.

<b>EXT: STREET--DAY
</b>
Buggin' Out has one foot up on a fire hydrant and tries to
clean his soiled Air Jordan.

<b>ANGLE--JADE AND MOOKIE
</b>
Jade and Mookie walk up to Buggin' Out.

<b>					BUGGIN' OUT
</b>		  It's so nice to see a family
		  hanging out together.

<b>					MOOKIE
</b>		  We're not hanging out.  I'm being
		  escorted back to work.

<b>					JADE
</b>		  That's not even true.  I just want
		  a slice.

<b>					BUGGIN' OUT
</b>		  Jade, you don't know this, but I'm
		  organizing a boycott of Sal's
		  Famous Pizzeria.

<b>					JADE
</b>		  What did he do this time?

<b>					BUGGIN' OUT
</b>		  Y'know all those pictures he has
		  hanging on the Wall of Fame?

<b>					JADE
</b>		  So?

<b>					BUGGIN' OUT
</b>		  Have you noticed something about
		  them?

<b>											    53.
</b>

<b>					JADE
</b>		  No.

<b>					MOOKIE
</b>			    (interjects)
		  Yo, I'm gone.

<b>					JADE
</b>		  I'll see ya there.

<b>					BUGGIN' OUT
</b>		  Peace.

Mookie leaves.

<b>					BUGGIN' OUT
</b>		  Every single one of those pictures
		  is somebody Italian.

<b>					JADE
</b>		  And?

<b>					BUGGIN' OUT
</b>		  And I--we--want some Black people up.

<b>					JADE
</b>		  Did you ask Sal?

<b>					BUGGIN' OUT
</b>		  Yeah, I asked him.  I don't want
		  nobody in there, nobody spending
		  good money in Sal's.  He should get
		  no mo' money from the community
		  till he puts some Black faces up on
		  that motherfucking wall.

Jade looks at Buggin' Out like "Are you serious?"

<b>					JADE
</b>		  Buggin' Out, I don't mean to be
		  disrespectful, but you can really
		  direct your energies in a more
		  useful way.

<b>					BUGGIN' OUT
</b>		  So, in other words, you are not down.

<b>					JADE
</b>		  I'm down, but for a worthwhile cause.

<b>					BUGGIN' OUT
</b>		  Jade, I still love you.

<b>											    54.
</b>

<b>					JADE
</b>		  I still love you too.

<b>INT: SAL'S FAMOUS PIZZERIA--DAY
</b>
<b>					SAL
</b>		  Mookie, you are pushing it.  You're
		  really pushing it.  I'm not paying
		  you good money to fucking jerk me
		  around.

Mookie has nothing to say.

<b>					SAL
</b>		  You're gonna be in the street with
		  the rest of your homeboys.

<b>					PINO
</b>		  'Bout time, Pop.

<b>ANGLE--DOOR
</b>
Jade enters, and Sal looks up.  He stops blasting Mookie and
a very noticeable change comes over him.

<b>					SAL
</b>		  Jade, we've been wondering when ya
		  would pay us a visit.

<b>					JADE
</b>		  Hi, Sal, Pino, Vito.

<b>					JADE
</b>		  What's happening, Jade?

<b>					JADE
</b>		  Nuthin' really.  How are you
		  treating my brother?

<b>					SAL
</b>		  The Mook?  Great.  Mookie's a good
		  kid.

<b>					PINO
</b>		  Pop, stop lying.

<b>					SAL
</b>		  Shaddup!  Jade, what can I fix you?

<b>					JADE
</b>		  What's good?

<b>											    55.
</b>

<b>					SAL
</b>		  Everything, but for you I'm gonna
		  make up something special.  Take a
		  seat.  There, that's a clean table.

Sal moves behind the counter and goes to work.  Pino and
Mookie look at each other in agreement, neither likes what
he has seen.  This happens to Sal every time Jade is in
Sal's Famous Pizzeria.

<b>ANGLE--TABLE
</b>
Vito sits down with Jade.

<b>					JADE
</b>		  You still letting Pino push you
		  around?

<b>					VITO
</b>		  Who told you that?  He doesn't push
		  me, who told you, Mookie tell you
		  that?  I hold my own.

<b>					JADE
</b>		  Forget about it, Vito.  Forget I
		  even brought it up.

<b>					VITO
</b>		  Pino picks on me, but I don't let
		  him push me around.  Mookie tell
		  you that?

<b>					JADE
</b>		  Alright already.

<b>EXT: ROOFTOP--DUSK
</b>
The once white-hot sun is now turning into a golden orange
glaze as it begins to set.  Ahmad, Cee, Punchy, and Ella
dance on the roof around a box that is turned into WE LOVE.
Each one is trying to come up with some new moves, a new
dance, and a name for it.

<b>EXT: STREET--DUSK
</b>
Radio Raheem is walking down the block and there is something
wrong, something is not quite right.  AHA!  His music is not
loud; the rap song begins to drag and finally stops
altogether.

<b>CLOSE--RADIO RAHEEM
</b>
He looks at his box and presses the battery level indicator.

<b>											    56.
</b>

<b>CLOSE--BATTERY LEVEL INDICATOR
</b>
The needle doesn't move.  His batteries have had it.

<b>INT: FRUIT-N-VEG DELIGHT--DUSK
</b>
<b>CLOSE--RADIO RAHEEM
</b>
<b>					RADIO RAHEEM
</b>		  Twenty "D" Duracells.

<b>CLOSE--KOREAN CLERK
</b>
<b>					KOREAN CLERK
</b>		  Twenty "C" Duracells.

<b>CLOSE--RADIO RAHEEM
</b>
<b>					RADIO RAHEEM
</b>		  D, not C.

<b>CLOSE--KOREAN CLERK
</b>
<b>					KOREAN CLERK
</b>		  C Duracell.

<b>CLOSE--RADIO RAHEEM
</b>
<b>					RADIO RAHEEM
</b>		  D!  D!  D!  You dumb motherfucker.
		  Learn how to speak English first.  D.

Radio Raheem points to the D batteries behind the counter.

<b>CLOSE--KOREAN CLERK
</b>
<b>					KOREAN CLERK
</b>		  How many you say?

<b>CLOSE--RADIO RAHEEM
</b>
<b>					RADIO RAHEEM
</b>		  Twenty!  Motherfucker!  Twenty!

<b>CLOSE--KOREAN CLERK
</b>
<b>					KOREAN CLERK
</b>		  Motherfucker you.

Radio Raheem has to laugh at that one.

<b>											    57.
</b>

<b>					RADIO RAHEEM
</b>		  Motherfucker you.  You're alright.
		  You're alright.  Just gimme my
		  twenty Duracells, please.

<b>EXT: FRUIT-N-VEG DELIGHT--DUSK
</b>
Da Mayor is looking at a bunch of cut flowers when Radio
Raheem comes out with batteries in hand--finally.

<b>EXT: MOTHER SISTER'S STOOP--DUSK
</b>
<b>ANGLE--WINDOW
</b>
Mother Sister is sitting in her window as usual.

<b>ANGLE--STOOP
</b>
Da Mayor walks up the stoop with a bunch of fresh-cut
flowers in a discarded wine bottle for a vase.

<b>ANGLE--DA MAYOR
</b>
Da Mayor holds them out for Mother Sister, who does not
acknowledge him at all.

<b>					DA MAYOR
</b>		  I'd thought you might like these...
		  I guess not.

Da Mayor takes a seat on the stoop and puts the flowers to
his face.

<b>					DA MAYOR
</b>		  Ain't nuthin' like the smell of
		  fresh flowers.  Don't you agree,
		  Miss Mother Sister?

Mother Sister does not answer.  He puts the flowers down.

<b>					DA MAYOR
</b>		  Summertime, all ya can smell is the
		  garbage.  Stink overpowers
		  everything, especially soft sweet
		  smells like flowers.

He looks up at Mother Sister who immediately turns away.

<b>					DA MAYOR
</b>		  If you don't mind, I'm gonna set
		  right here, catch a breeze or two,
		  then be on my way.

Da Mayor looks up at the setting sun.

<b>											    58.
</b>

<b>					DA MAYOR
</b>		  Thank the Lord, the sun is going
		  down, it's hot as blazes.  Yes Jesus.

<b>CLOSE--SUN
</b>
The sun is an orange and purple glaze.

<b>EXT: STREET--DUSK
</b>
Radio Raheem is back in action.  He's alive, he's bad and he
got his twenty "D" Duracell batteries, his box is kicking.

<b>ANGLE--CORNER
</b>
Radio Raheem bops by Coconut Sid, ML, and Sweet Dick Willie.

CLOSE--COCONUT SID, ML, and SWEET DICK WILLIE

All three shake their heads in bewilderment as Radio Raheem
goes by.

<b>					ML
</b>		  What can you say?

<b>					COCONUT SID
</b>		  I don't know how he does it.

Sweet Dick Willie gets up from his chair and goes to the
corner, zips down his pants, and urinates.

<b>					SWEET DICK WILLIE
</b><b>		  ML?
</b>
<b>					ML
</b>		  What?

<b>					SWEET DICK WILLIE
</b>		  ML, hold this for me.

Sweet Dick Willie and Coconut Sid laugh.

<b>					ML
</b>		  That's OK.  At least my moms didn't
		  name me Sweet Dick Willie.

Sweet Dick Willie zips up his pants and returns to his seat.

<b>					SWEET DICK WILLIE
</b>		  Why you gotta talk 'bout my moms?

<b>					ML
</b>		  Nobody talkin' 'bout ya moms.

<b>											    59.
</b>

<b>					SWEET DICK WILLIE
</b>		  I didn't say nobody, I said you.

<b>					ML
</b>		  Sweet Dick, I didn't mean it like
		  that.

<b>					SWEET DICK WILLIE
</b>		  Yes you did.

<b>					COCONUT SID
</b>		  Squash it.

<b>					ML
</b>		  I just wanted to know who named ya
		  Sweet Dick Willie?

<b>					SWEET DICK WILLIE
</b>		  It's just a name.

<b>					COCONUT SID
</b>		  And what does ML stand for?

<b>					ML
</b>		  ML stands for ML.  That's it.

<b>					SWEET DICK WILLIE
</b>		  Naw, that's some stupid shit.  Now
		  you know how I got that name.

<b>					ML
</b>		  Negroes kill me, always holdin'
		  onto, talkin' 'bout their dicks.

<b>					COCONUT SID
</b>		  I don't know 'bout you, but it's
		  too hot to fuck.

<b>					SWEET DICK WILLIE
</b>		  Never too hot, never too cold for
		  fucking.

<b>EXT: STREET--DUSK
</b>
An old Puerto Rican man rings a bell as he pushes a cart on
wheels.  On the side of the cart is hand-lettered HELADO DE
COCO, and a big block of ice rests on top surrounded by
different colored bottles of flavors.

<b>ANGLE--CART
</b>
A group of kids eagerly waits for the ices.  The man scrapes
the block of ice, puts the shavings in a paper cup, and
drowns it with syrup.

<b>											    60.
</b>

<b>ANGLE--DA MAYOR
</b>
Da Mayor is walking down the street.

<b>ANGLE--MISTER SOFTEE TRUCK
</b>
We hear the familiar tune from the Mister Softee truck as it
comes down the street.

<b>ANGLE--EDDIE LOVELL
</b>
Eddie, the young kid who earlier ran an errand for Da Mayor,
looks up from the sidewalk where he's playing and runs out
into the street in pursuit of Mister Softee.

<b>					EDDIE
</b>		  Ice cream.  Ice cream.

Eddie is running in pursuit of the truck, unaware of the
oncoming speeding car.

<b>ANGLE--DA MAYOR
</b>
Da Mayor sees speeding car bearing down on Eddie.

<b>ANGLE--STREET
</b>
Da Mayor runs across the street and knocks Eddie down, out
of the way of the car.  Both are thrown as they are hit by
the reckless driver.

<b>CLOSE--EDDIE AND DA MAYOR
</b>
Eddie is crying as Da Mayor picks him up.

<b>					DA MAYOR
</b>		  Doctor, you know better to run out
		  in the street... Stop crying, son.

<b>ANGLE--STREET
</b>
A crowd gathers.

<b>					DA MAYOR
</b>		  Doctor, there's nothing to cry
		  about.  You're OK.

A woman in her twenties, LOUISE, Eddie's mother, breaks
through the crowd and hugs her baby.

<b>					LOUISE
</b>		  What's wrong?

<b>											    61.
</b>

<b>					EDDIE
</b>		  Mayor knocked me down.

<b>					LOUISE
</b>		  You should be ashamed of yourself.

<b>					DA MAYOR
</b>		  Ma'am, the boy is just scared to
		  death.  What actually happened is
		  that I was minding my business when
		  I saw your son about to be run over.
		  I ran into the street to save him
		  and I had to knock him down to keep
		  the both of us from getting hit.

The crowd agrees "That's the way it happened," and Louise
stands up.

<b>					LOUISE
</b>		  Eddie, is that the truth?

Eddie is quiet.

<b>					LOUISE
</b>		  Eddie, you hear me talkin' to you?

Eddie is still mum.

<b>					LOUISE
</b>		  I'm talkin' to you, boy.

<b>					DA MAYOR
</b>		  Miss, the boy is fine.

WHAP!  Louise hits Eddie on da butt.  Eddie starts to dance,
as his mother hits hard; she's heavy-handed.

<b>					LOUISE
</b>		  What I tell you 'bout lying?

<b>WHOP!
</b>
<b>					LOUISE
</b>		  What did I tell you 'bout playing
		  in the street?

<b>WHAP!
</b>
<b>					EDDIE
</b>		  Mommy!  Mommy!  I'm sorry.  I'm
		  sorry.

<b>WHOP!
</b>
<b>											    62.
</b>

<b>					LOUISE
</b>		  Get upstairs now.

Eddie runs away.

<b>					LOUISE
</b>		  And when your father comes home,
		  he's gonna wear ya little narrow
		  behind out too.

<b>					DA MAYOR
</b>		  You didn't have to hit your son;
		  he's scared to death as it was.

<b>					LOUISE
</b>		  I appreciate ya helping my Eddie.
		  I truly do, but I'll have nobody
		  question how I raise him, not even
		  his Daddy.

<b>					DA MAYOR
</b>		  You're right.

Louise goes away, probably to give her son another
"whooping."  Da Mayor tips his hat to her.

<b>INT: SAL'S FAMOUS PIZZERIA--DUSK
</b>
Sal sits at a table talking to Jade as she finishes her
"special" slice.

<b>					JADE
</b>		  Sal, that was delicious.

<b>					SAL
</b>		  Anytime.

Vito, Pino, and Mookie look on, watching Sal have the time
of his life.

<b>					JADE
</b>		  Thanks.

Jade gets up and Mookie helps her.

<b>					MOOKIE
</b>		  I'll see you out.

<b>					JADE
</b>		  See ya around.

<b>					SAL
</b>		  Don't wait too long to come back.

<b>											    63.
</b>

<b>EXT: SAL'S FAMOUS PIZZERIA--DUSK
</b>
Mookie takes Jade by the hand and pulls her out of view from
Sal.

<b>ANGLE--MOOKIE AND JADE
</b>
<b>					MOOKIE
</b>		  Jade, I don't want you coming in
		  here no mo'.

<b>					JADE
</b>		  Stop tripping.

<b>					MOOKIE
</b>		  No, you're tripping.  Don't come in
		  Sal's.  Alright, read my lips.

<b>					JADE
</b>		  What are you so worked up about?

<b>					MOOKIE
</b>		  Over Sal, the way he talks and the
		  way he looks at you.

<b>					JADE
</b>		  He's just being nice.

<b>					MOOKIE
</b>		  Nice!

<b>					JADE
</b>		  He's completely innocent.

<b>					MOOKIE
</b>		  Innocent!

<b>					JADE
</b>		  I didn't stutter.  You heard me.

<b>					MOOKIE
</b>		  You should see the way he looks at
		  you.  All Sal wants to do is hide
		  the salami.

<b>					JADE
</b>		  You are too crude.

<b>					MOOKIE
</b>		  I might be, but you're not welcome
		  here.

<b>											    64.
</b>

<b>					JADE
</b>		  Stop trying to play big brother.
		  I'm a grown woman.  You gotta lotta
		  nerve.  Mookie, you can hardly pay
		  your rent and you're gonna tell me
		  what to do.  Come off it.

<b>					MOOKIE
</b>		  One has nuthin' to do with the other.

<b>					JADE
</b>		  Oh, it doesn't, huh!  You got your
		  little 250 dollars a week plus
		  tips...

<b>					MOOKIE
</b>		  I'm getting paid...

<b>					JADE
</b>		  ...peanuts.

<b>					MOOKIE
</b>		  Pretty soon I'll be making a move.

<b>					JADE
</b>		  I truly hope so.  I'm tired of
		  supporting a grown man.

<b>INT: CONTROL BOOTH--DUSK
</b>
<b>CLOSE--MISTER SEÑOR LOVE DADDY
</b>
<b>					MISTER SEÑOR LOVE DADDY
</b>		  As the evening slowly falls upon us
		  living here in Brooklyn, New York,
		  this is ya Love Daddy rappin' to
		  you.  Right now we're gonna open up
		  the Love Lines.  Hello, you're on
		  Love Daddy's Love Line.  No names,
		  please.  Let's keep it anonymous.

<b>					FEMALE VOICE #1 (VO)
</b>		  Hi, Mister Señor Love Daddy.  I'd
		  kiss your feet every morning,
		  that's how much I love you.

<b>					MISTER SEÑOR LOVE DADDY
</b>		  How nice of you.

<b>					FEMALE VOICE #2 (VO)
</b>		  I think you have the sexiest voice
		  in the world.  All you have to do
		  is talk.

<b>											    65.
</b>

<b>					MISTER SEÑOR LOVE DADDY
</b>		  Love Line, you're on.

<b>					FEMALE VOICE #3 (VO)
</b>		  You give me fever.
			    (she moans)


<b>					MISTER SEÑOR LOVE DADDY
</b>		  She's feeling it.

<b>					FEMALE VOICE #4 (VO)
</b>		  Love Daddy, I'd work in Mickey D's
		  24, 7, and 365 just to call you my
		  own.  Give you all my money, honey.

<b>					MISTER SEÑOR LOVE DADDY
</b>		  That was the last call for tonight
		  on Mister Señor Love Daddy's Love
		  Line.  I love you.  You I love.

<b>EXT: MOTHER SISTER'S STOOP--NIGHT
</b>
Da Mayor is walking by Mother Sister in her window when she
calls him.

<b>CLOSE--MOTHER SISTER
</b>
<b>					MOTHER SISTER
</b>		  Mister Mayor, I saw what you did.

<b>ANGLE--DA MAYOR
</b>
Da Mayor stops and looks at her.  A smile comes to his face;
after eighteen years has he finally broken down her defenses?

<b>CLOSE--MOTHER SISTER
</b>
<b>					MOTHER SISTER
</b>		  That was a foolish act, but it was
		  brave.  That chile owes you his life.

<b>CLOSE--DA MAYOR
</b>
<b>					DA MAYOR
</b>		  I wasn't trying to be a hero.  I
		  saw what was about to happen and I
		  reacted, didn't even think.  If I
		  did, I might not have done it in
		  second thought.  Da Mayor is an old
		  man, haven't run that fast in years.
<b>					(MORE)
</b>
<b>											    66.
</b>

<b>					DA MAYOR (CONT'D)
</b>		  I went from first to home on a bunt
		  single, scored the winning run, the
		  bottom of the ninth, two out,
		  August 1, 1939, Snow Hill, Alabama.
			    (he is warming up now)
		  Maybe I should be heroic more often.

<b>CLOSE--MOTHER SISTER
</b>
<b>					MOTHER SISTER
</b>		  Maybe you shouldn't.  Don't get
		  happy.  This changes nothing
		  between you and me.  You did a good
		  thing and Mother Sister wanted to
		  thank you for it.

<b>ANGLE--STOOP
</b>
<b>					DA MAYOR
</b>		  I thank you.

<b>					MOTHER SISTER
</b>		  You're welcome.

Da Mayor tips his hat.

<b>INT: SAL'S FAMOUS PIZZERIA--NIGHT
</b>
Mookie enters.

<b>					MOOKIE
</b>		  Sal, I don't care if you fire me
		  this exact minute, leave my sister
		  alone.

<b>					SAL
</b>		  Mookie, I don't know what you're
		  talking about, plus I don't want to
		  hear it.

<b>					MOOKIE
</b>		  Sal, just do me a favor, leave Jade
		  alone.

<b>					SAL
</b>		  Here, you gotta delivery.

Mookie takes the pie and looks at the address.

<b>					MOOKIE
</b>		  Is this the right name and address?

<b>											    67.
</b>

<b>					SAL
</b>		  Yeah, do you know 'em?

<b>					MOOKIE
</b>		  No, just checking.

<b>INT: HALLWAY--NIGHT
</b>
Mookie rings the bell and a fine Puerto Rican sister answers
the door.

<b>					MOOKIE
</b>		  Delivery from Sal's Famous Pizzeria.

<b>					TINA
</b>		  What took you so long?  Is it hot?

<b>					MOOKIE
</b>		  Hot.  Hot.

<b>					TINA
</b>		  Come in then.

<b>INT: TINA'S APARTMENT--NIGHT
</b>
Tina watches Mookie watch her.  When she's through watching,
she takes the pizza from his hands and puts it on the floor.
Mookie grabs her and starts to kiss.  Tina is Mookie's
woman, the one he's been on the phone with earlier.  We've
heard the voice and now SEE the person.

<b>					MOOKIE
</b>		  Tina, you are too slick.

<b>					TINA
</b>		  How else was I going to get you
		  here?  I haven't seen you in a week.

<b>					MOOKIE
</b>		  I've been working hard, getting paid.

<b>					TINA
</b>		  Where's the ice cream?  The Häagen-
		  Dazs butter pecan?

<b>					MOOKIE
</b>		  Shit!  I forgot.

<b>					TINA
</b>		  Your memory is really getting bad.

<b>					MOOKIE
</b>		  I just forgot.

<b>											    68.
</b>

<b>					TINA
</b>		  And I really wanted some ice cream
		  too.

<b>					MOOKIE
</b>		  I can run out and get it.

<b>					TINA
</b>		  No!  No!  You won't come back either.

<b>					MOOKIE
</b>		  I can't be staying long anyway.

<b>					TINA
</b>		  How long then?

<b>					MOOKIE
</b>		  Long enough for us to do the nasty.

<b>					TINA
</b>		  That's out.  No!  It's too hot!
		  You think I'm gonna let you get
		  some, put on your clothes, then run
		  outta here and never see you again
		  in who knows when?

<b>					MOOKIE
</b>		  A quickie is good every once in a
		  blue moon.

<b>					TINA
</b>		  You a blue-moon fool.

<b>					MOOKIE
</b>		  Then we'll do something else.

<b>					TINA
</b>		  What else?

<b>					MOOKIE
</b>		  Trust me.

<b>					TINA
</b>		  Trust you?  Because of trusting you
		  we have a son.  Remember your son?

<b>					MOOKIE
</b>		  Trust me.

Mookie pushes Tina back into her bedroom.

<b>											    69.
</b>

<b>INT: TINA'S BEDROOM--NIGHT
</b>
Mookie sits Tina down on her futon bed, turns off the
lights, and turns on WE LOVE RADIO as Mister Señor Love
Daddy serenades them with slow jams.

<b>					MOOKIE
</b>		  I'm gonna take off ya clothes.

<b>					TINA
</b>		  Mookie, I told you already it's too
		  fucking hot to make love.

<b>					MOOKIE
</b>		  Why you gotta curse?

<b>					TINA
</b>		  I'm sorry, but no rawness is
		  jumping off tonight.

<b>					MOOKIE
</b>		  No rawness.

He laughs his sinister laugh.

<b>ANGLE--MOOKIE AND TINA
</b>
Mookie unsnaps her bra, then pulls her panties off.  Tina is
naked as a jaybird.

<b>					MOOKIE
</b>		  Tina, you're sweating.

<b>					TINA
</b>		  Of course I'm sweating.  I'm
		  burning up.  It's hot, moron, only
		  a hundred degrees in here.

<b>					MOOKIE
</b>		  Lie down, please.

He gets up.

<b>INT: TINA'S KITCHEN
</b>
Mookie walks into the kitchen and sees CARMEN, Tina's
mother, fixing some food on the stove.

<b>					MOOKIE
</b>		  Hello, Mrs. Rampolla.

Carmen stares at him, it's a look that would definitely stop
traffic, she mutters some Spanish and goes into her bedroom,
slamming the door behind her.

<b>											    70.
</b>

<b>ANGLE--MOOKIE
</b>
He opens the refrigerator and takes out all the trays of ice.

<b>INT: TINA'S BEDROOM--NIGHT
</b>
Mookie sits down on the bed with a bowl filled with ice cubes.

<b>CLOSE--TINA'S FOREHEAD
</b>
Mookie rubs an ice cube on her forehead.

<b>					TINA
</b>		  It's cold.

<b>					MOOKIE
</b>		  It's 'pose to be cold.

<b>					TINA
</b>		  Later for you.

<b>					MOOKIE
</b>		  Meda.  Meda.

<b>					TINA
</b>		  What?

<b>					MOOKIE
</b>		  Tina, you don't have a forehead,
		  you got a eight-head.

<b>CLOSE--TINA'S NECK
</b>
Mookie rubs an ice cube on her neck.

<b>CLOSE--TINA'S LIPS
</b>
Mookie rubs an ice cube on her full moist lips, then puts it
in her mouth.

<b>					MISTER SEÑOR LOVE DADDY (VO)
</b>		  Yes, children, this is the Cool Out
		  Corner.  We're slowing it down for
		  all the lovers in the house.  I'll
		  be giving you all the help you
		  need, musically, that is.

<b>CLOSE--TINA'S THIGHS
</b>
He rubs an ice cube up and down her thighs.

<b>					MOOKIE (VO)
</b>		  Thank God for thighs.

<b>											    71.
</b>

<b>CLOSE--TINA'S BUTTOCKS
</b>
He rubs an ice cube on her round, firm buttocks.

<b>					MOOKIE (VO)
</b>		  Thank God for buttocks.

<b>CLOSE--TINA'S BREAST
</b>
He rubs an ice cube on her breast.

<b>					MOOKIE (VO)
</b>		  Thank God for the right nipple...
		  Thank God for the left nipple...

Both Tina and Mookie are dying.  Mookie now has an ice cube
on the left and right nipples and WE SEE before our very own
eyes both get swollen, red, and erect.

<b>					TINA (VO)
</b>		  Feels good.

<b>					MOOKIE (VO)
</b>		  Yes, yes, Lord.  Isn't this better
		  than Haagen-Dazs butter pecan ice
		  cream?

<b>CLOSE--TINA'S MOUTH
</b>
Mookie kisses her.

<b>					MOOKIE
</b>		  I'll be back tonight.

<b>INT: SAL'S FAMOUS PIZZERIA--NIGHT
</b>
Officers Ponte and Long are awaiting their orders.

<b>					SAL
</b>		  It's almost ready.

<b>					OFFICER LONG
</b>		  What time you closing tonight?

<b>					SAL
</b>		  Ten.

Sal goes over to the oven, takes out their food and wraps it
up.

<b>					SAL
</b>		  Here you go.

<b>											    72.
</b>

<b>					OFFICER PONTE
</b>		  What do we owe you?

<b>					SAL
</b>		  Nine-fifty.

<b>					OFFICER PONTE
</b>		  Here.

<b>					SAL
</b>		  Thanks.  Enjoy.

<b>					OFFICER LONG
</b>		  Vito, Pino, see ya later.

The officers leave just as Mookie enters.

<b>					MOOKIE
</b>		  Sal, if you want me to deliver any
		  faster, get me a jet rocket or
		  something, cuz I can't run with
		  pizzas, all the cheese ends up on
		  one side and shit.

<b>					SAL
</b>		  I didn't say nuthin'.  You must
		  have a guilty conscience.  What are
		  you guilty of?

<b>					MOOKIE
</b>		  I'm not guilty of nuthin'.

<b>					SAL
</b>		  You must be guilty of something or
		  you would have never come in saying
		  the things you said.

<b>					MOOKIE
</b>		  C'mon, Sal.

<b>					SAL
</b>		  Where we goin'?

While Sal laughs at his corny joke, Pino pulls Vito into the
back.

<b>INT: STOREROOM--NIGHT
</b>
<b>					PINO
</b>		  Vito, I want you to listen to me.
		  I'm your brother.  I may smack you
		  around once in awhile, boss you
		  around, but I'm still your brother.

<b>											    73.
</b>

<b>					VITO
</b>		  I know this.

<b>					PINO
</b>		  I love you.

<b>					VITO
</b>		  I'm listening.

<b>					PINO
</b>		  Good.  I want you to listen.

<b>					VITO
</b>		  Jesus Christ on the cross, I said
		  I'm listening.

<b>					PINO
</b>		  Good.  Vito, you trust that Mook
		  too much.  So does Pop.

<b>					VITO
</b>		  Mookie's OK.

<b>					PINO
</b>		  You listening to me?

<b>					VITO
</b>		  Stop busting my balls.  I said I'm
		  listening ten fucking times already.

<b>					PINO
</b>		  Mookie is not to be trusted.  No
		  Moulan Yan can be trusted.  The
		  first time you turn your back,
		  boom, a knife right here.
			    (Pino gestures)
		  In the back.

<b>					VITO
</b>		  How do you know this?

<b>					PINO
</b>		  I know.

<b>					VITO
</b>		  You really think so?

<b>					PINO
</b>		  I know so.  He, them, they're not
		  to be trusted.

<b>					VITO
</b>		  So what do you want me to do?

<b>											    74.
</b>

<b>					PINO
</b>		  Be on guard.  Mookie has Pop conned
		  already, so we have to look out for
		  him.

<b>					VITO
</b>		  I like Mookie a lot.

<b>					PINO
</b>		  And that's exactly what I'm talkin'
		  'bout.

<b>					SAL (OS)
</b>		  Vito!  Pino!  Let's go.

<b>					PINO
</b>		  Be right there, Pop.  Listen to
		  what I said.

<b>					VITO
</b>		  You don't listen to me, never have.
		  Just run your big fucking mouth
		  always playing big brother.  You
		  don't listen, but Mookie does.

<b>HOT CITY NIGHT MONTAGE
</b>
THE BLOCK.  WE'VE SEEN it at daytime, but now WE SEE it at
night.  Even though the white-hot sun is gone, nonetheless
the heat is still stifling.  And in a peculiar, funny sort
of way, it's worse.  You expect it to be hot during the
light of day when the sun is beating down on the cement and
tar, but at night it should be considerably cooler; well,
not tonight, it's hot.  All the residents of The Block: the
Corner Men, Mother Sister, Da Mayor, Jade, etc., all the
people WE'VE SEEN throughout the day are now coping with the
night-time heat, plus it's humid as shit.  Everyone is
outside, sitting on stoops, on cars and you know the kids
are playing, running up and down the block.  Now it's the
hottest night of the year.

<b>EXT: STREET--NIGHT
</b>
Buggin' Out sits down on a car next to Radio Raheem; as
usual, his box is blasting.

<b>					BUGGIN' OUT
</b>		  How you be?

<b>					RADIO RAHEEM
</b>		  I be.  I'm living large.

<b>					BUGGIN' OUT
</b>		  Is that the only tape you got?

<b>											    75.
</b>

<b>					RADIO RAHEEM
</b>		  You don't like Public Enemy?  It's
		  the dope shit.

<b>					BUGGIN' OUT
</b>		  I like 'em, but you don't play
		  anything else.

<b>					RADIO RAHEEM
</b>		  I don't like anything else.

<b>					BUGGIN' OUT
</b>		  Check this out.  Y'know Sal's.

<b>					RADIO RAHEEM
</b>		  Yeah, I know dat motherfucker.

<b>					BUGGIN' OUT
</b>		  I'm trying to organize a boycott of
		  Sal's pizza joint.  Ya see what I'm
		  saying?

<b>					RADIO RAHEEM
</b>		  I almost had to yoke him this
		  afternoon.  Tell me, tell me, Radio
		  Raheem, to turn my music down.
		  Didn't even say please.  Who the
		  fuck he think he is?  Don Corleone
		  and shit.

<b>					BUGGIN' OUT
</b>		  He makes all his money off us Black
		  people and I don't see nuthin' but
		  Italians all up in there, Sylvester
		  Stallone and motherfuckers.  Ya see
		  what I'm saying, homeboy?

<b>					RADIO RAHEEM
</b>		  Talk to me.

<b>					BUGGIN' OUT
</b>		  We shouldn't buy a single slice,
		  spend a single penny in that
		  motherfucker till some people of
		  color are put up in there.

<b>					RADIO RAHEEM
</b>		  That's what I'm talkin' 'bout.
		  That's what I'm talkin' 'bout.

<b>					BUGGIN' OUT
</b>		  You got my back.

<b>											    76.
</b>

<b>					RADIO RAHEEM
</b>		  Ya back is got.

<b>					BUGGIN' OUT
</b>		  My brother.

<b>					RADIO RAHEEM
</b>		  My brother.

<b>INT: SAL'S FAMOUS PIZZERIA--NIGHT
</b>
Vito, Pino and Mookie are cleaning up.

<b>					MOOKIE
</b>		  Sal, it's almost quitting time so
		  please start counting my pay.  I
		  gotta get paid.

Sal is looking into the cash register.

<b>					SAL
</b>		  We did good business today.  We got
		  a good thing going.  Nothing like a
		  family in business working together.
		  One day the both of you will take
		  over...and Mookie, there will
		  always be a place for you at Sal's
		  Famous Pizzeria.  Y'know, it should
		  be Sal's and Sons Famous Pizzeria.

<b>ANGLE--VITO, PINO, AND MOOKIE
</b>
All three look at each other.  The horror is on their faces,
with the prospect of working, slaving in Sal's and Sons
Famous Pizzeria, trapped for the rest of their lives.  Is
this their future?  It's a frightening thought.

<b>ANGLE--DOOR
</b>
Ahmad, Cee, Punchy, and Ella enter.

<b>					SAL
</b>		  We're about to close.

<b>					AHMAD
</b>		  Just four slices, regular slices.
		  Please.  To go!

<b>					SAL
</b>		  OK, but that's it.  It's been a
		  long day.

Mookie goes over to the table where Ahmad, Cee, Punchy, and
Ella sit.

<b>											    77.
</b>

<b>					MOOKIE
</b>		  Look, I want you to get your
		  slices, then outta here.  No
		  playing around.

<b>					AHMAD
</b>		  You got it.

<b>					MOOKIE
</b>		  Good.  No joke.  We all wanna go
		  home.

OH NO!  We hear the dum-dum-dum of Radio Raheem's box.  As
everyone turns their heads to the door, Buggin' Out and
Radio Raheem are inside already.  We have never heard the
rap music as loud as it is now.  You have to scream to be
heard and that's what they do.

<b>					SAL
</b>		  What did I tell ya 'bout dat noise?

<b>					BUGGIN' OUT
</b>		  What did I tell ya 'bout dem
		  pictures?

<b>					SAL
</b>		  What da fuck!  Are you deaf?

<b>					BUGGIN' OUT
</b>		  No, are you?  We want some Black
		  people up on the Wall of Fame.

<b>					SAL
</b>		  Turn that JUNGLE MUSIC off.  We
		  ain't in Africa.

Ahmad, Cee, Punchy, and Ella start to dance while Mookie
takes a seat, the impartial observer that he is.

<b>					BUGGIN' OUT
</b>		  Why it gotta be about jungle music
		  and Africa?

<b>					SAL
</b>		  It's about turning that shit off
		  and getting the fuck outta my
		  pizzeria.

<b>					PINO
</b>		  Radio Raheem.

<b>					RADIO RAHEEM
</b>		  Fuck you.

<b>											    78.
</b>

<b>					SAL
</b>		  What ever happened to nice music
		  with words you can understand?

<b>					RADIO RAHEEM
</b>		  This is music.  My music.

<b>					VITO
</b>		  We're closed.

<b>					BUGGIN' OUT
</b>		  You're closed alright, till you get
		  some Black people up on that wall.

Sal grabs his Mickey Mantle bat from underneath the counter
and brings it down on Radio Raheem's box, again and again
and again.  The music stops.

<b>CLOSE--RADIO RAHEEM'S BOX
</b>
Radio Raheem's pride and joy is smashed to smithereens.
It's going to the junkyard quick.

<b>ANGLE--PIZZERIA
</b>
There is an eerie quiet as everyone is frozen, surprised by
the suddenness of Sal's action, the swings of his Mickey
Mantle bat.  All look at Radio Raheem and realize what is
about to happen.

<b>ANGLE--RADIO RAHEEM
</b>
Radio Raheem screams, he goes crazy.

<b>					RADIO RAHEEM
</b>		  My music!

Radio Raheem picks Sal up from behind the counter and starts
to choke his ass.  Radio Raheem's prized possession--his
box, the only thing he owned of value--his box, the one
thing that gave him any sense of worth--has been smashed to
bits. (Radio Raheem, like many Black youth, is the victim of
materialism and a misplaced sense of values.) Now he doesn't
give a fuck anymore.  He's gonna make Sal pay with his life.

Vito and Pino jump on Radio Raheem, who only tightens his
grip around Sal's neck.  Buggin' Out tries to help his
friend.  Mookie just stands and watches as Ahmad, Cee,
Punchy, and Ella cheerlead.

<b>											    79.
</b>

<b>EXT: SAL'S FAMOUS PIZZERIA--NIGHT
</b>
The tangled mass of choking, biting, kicking, screaming
confusion flies through the door of Sal's out onto the
sidewalk.

<b>CLOSE--EDDIE
</b>
The kid yells:

<b>					EDDIE
</b>		  Fight!  Fight!

<b>								    CUT TO:
</b>
<b>CLOSE--DA MAYOR
</b>
He looks up.

<b>								    CUT TO:
</b>
<b>CLOSE--MOTHER SISTER
</b>
She looks up.

<b>								    CUT TO:
</b>
<b>CLOSE--SWEET DICK WILLIE
</b>
He also looks up.

<b>ANGLE--STREET
</b>
The people on The Block run to Sal's Famous Pizzeria to see
the STATIC.

<b>ANGLE--SAL'S FAMOUS PIZZERIA
</b>
Radio Raheem, Buggin' Out, Sal, Vito, and Pino are still
entangled, rolling around on the sidewalk, but now before an
entertained crowd of onlookers:

<b>ANGLE--DA MAYOR
</b>
<b>					DA MAYOR
</b>		  Break it up.  This is crazy.

The fight continues.  Da Mayor is smart enough not to get in
the middle of this war.  We hear sirens, somebody has called
<b>DA COPS.
</b>
<b>ANGLE--STREET
</b>
<b>											    80.
</b>

The cop cars come right through the crowd, almost running
over some people.  The cops get out with nightsticks and
guns drawn.  WE RECOGNIZE two of the faces, Officers Long
and Ponte.  Any time there is a skirmish between a Black man
and a white man, you can bet the house on who the copes are
gonna go for.  You know the deal!  Buggin' Out is pulled off
first, then Vito and Pino, but Radio Raheem is a crazed man.
It takes all six cops to pull him off Sal, who is red as a
beet from being choked.

<b>ANGLE--COPS
</b>
Handcuffs are put on Buggin' Out as he watches the other
cops put a choke hold on Radio Raheem to restrain him.

<b>ANGLE--RADIO RAHEEM
</b>
Radio Raheem is still struggling, then he just stops, his
body goes limp and he falls to the sidewalk like a fifty-
pound bag of Idaho potatoes.

<b>ANGLE--STREET
</b>
Officers Long and Ponte kick him.

<b>					OFFICER LONG
</b>		  Get up!  Get up!

Radio Raheem just lies there like a bump on a log.

<b>ANGLE--CROWD
</b>
The crowd stares at Radio Raheem's still body.  He's
unconscious or dead.

<b>CLOSE--OFFICER LONG
</b>
<b>					OFFICER LONG
</b>		  Quit faking.

<b>ANGLE--STREET
</b>
The officers all look at each other.  They know, they know
exactly what they've done.  The infamous Michael Stewart
choke hold.

<b>					OFFICER PONTE
</b>		  Let's get him outta here.

The officers pick up Radio Raheem's limp body and throw him
into the back seat.  Buggin' Out is pushed into another car.
The cop cars speed off; in their haste to beat it, they have
left the crowd.  It's at this point the crowd becomes an
angry mob.

<b>											    81.
</b>

<b>ANGLE--MOB
</b>
The mob looks at...

<b>ANGLE--MOB POV
</b>
Sal still on the sidewalk, being helped to his feet by Vito
and Pino, who are in bad shape themselves.

<b>ANGLE--MOB
</b>
The mood/tone of the mob is getting ugly.  Once again they
have seen one of their own killed before their eyes at the
hands of the cops.  We hear the murmurs of the folks go
through the crowd.

<b>					VOICES OF MOB
</b><b>		  THEY KILLED HIM
</b><b>		  THEY KILLED RADIO RAHEEM
</b><b>		  IT'S MURDER
</b><b>		  DID IT AGAIN
</b><b>		  JUST LIKE THEY DID MICHAEL STEWART
</b><b>		  MURDER
</b><b>		  ELEANOR BUMPERS
</b><b>		  MURDER
</b><b>		  IT'S NOT SAFE
</b><b>		  NOT EVEN IN OUR OWN NEIGHBORHOOD
</b><b>		  IT'S NOT SAFE
</b><b>		  NEVER WAS
</b><b>		  NEVER WILL BE
</b>
The cops, in their haste to get Radio Raheem out of there,
have left an angry mob of Black folks with a defenseless
Sal, Vito, and Pino.

The mob looks at them.

<b>					VOICES OF MOB
</b><b>		  WON'T STAND FOR IT
</b><b>		  THE LAST TIME
</b><b>		  FUCKIN' COPS
</b><b>		  THE LAST TIME
</b><b>		  IT'S PLAIN AS DAY
</b><b>		  DIDN'T HAVE TO KILL THE BOY
</b>
<b>HIGH ANGLE
</b>
Mookie looks at the crowd and notices he's on the wrong side.
He leaves Sal and his two sons.

<b>ANGLE--STREET
</b>
Da Mayor walks in front of the crowd.

<b>											    82.
</b>

<b>					DA MAYOR
</b>		  Good people, let's all go home.
		  Somebody's gonna get hurt.

<b>					CROWD (OS)
</b>		  Yeah, you!

<b>					DA MAYOR
</b>		  If we don't stop this now, we'll
		  all regret it.  Sal and his two
		  boys had nothing to do with what
		  the police did.

<b>					CROWD (OS)
</b>		  Get out of the way, old man.  You a
		  Tom anyway.

<b>					DA MAYOR
</b>		  Let 'em be.

<b>ANGLE--STREET
</b>
Mookie picks up a garbage can and dumps it out into the
street.  He walks through the crowd, up to Da Mayor, Sal,
Vito, and Pino.

<b>CLOSE--MOOKIE
</b>
He screams.

<b>					MOOKIE
</b><b>		  HATE!!!!
</b>
<b>SLOW MOTION
</b>
Mookie hurls the garbage can through the plate glass window
of Sal's Famous Pizzeria.  That's it.  All hell breaks loose.
The dam has been unplugged, broke.  The rage of a people has
been unleashed, a fury.  A lone garbage can thrown through
the air has released a tidal wave of frustration.

<b>ANGLE--STREET
</b>
Da Mayor pushes Sal, Vito, and Pino out of the way as the
mob storms into Sal's Famous Pizzeria.

<b>INT: SAL'S FAMOUS PIZZERIA--NIGHT
</b>
The people rush into Sal's Famous Pizzeria, tearing it up.

<b>CLOSE--CASH REGISTER
</b>
The cash register is opened.  WE SEE only coins, Sal has the
paper.

<b>											    83.
</b>

<b>EXT: DA MAYOR'S STOOP--NIGHT
</b>
Da Mayor leads Sal, Vito, and Pino back to his stoop where
they watch in horror.

<b>					SAL
</b>		  There it goes.  Why?

<b>					DA MAYOR
</b>		  You was there.  First white folks
		  they saw.  You was there.

<b>					PINO
</b>		  Fuckin' niggers.

<b>INT: SAL'S FAMOUS PIZZERIA--NIGHT
</b>
Someone lights a match.  WHOOOSH!

<b>EXT: SAL'S FAMOUS PIZZERIA--NIGHT
</b>
Sal's Famous Pizzeria is going up in flames and now it's a
carnival.

<b>					MOTHER SISTER
</b>		  Burn it down.  Burn it down.

One might have thought that the elders--who through the
years have been broken down, whipped, their spirits crushed,
beaten into submission--would be docile, strictly onlookers.
That's not true except for Da Mayor.  The rest of the elders
are right up in it with the young people.

<b>INT: SAL'S FAMOUS PIZZERIA--NIGHT
</b>
<b>CLOSE--PHOTOS ON WALL OF FAME
</b>
The photos of famous Italian-Americans are burning.

<b>EXT: FRUIT-N-VEG DELIGHT--NIGHT
</b>
The mob now moves across the street in front of the Korean
fruit and vegetable stand.  Sweet Dick Willie, Coconut Sid,
and ML stand at the head of the mob.

<b>					ML
</b>		  It's your turn.

<b>CLOSE--KOREAN CLERK
</b>
He's scared to death, as the mob is poised to tear his place
up too.  The clerk wildly swings a broom to hold them off.

<b>											    84.
</b>

<b>					KOREAN CLERK
</b>		  Me no white.  Me no white.  Me
		  Black.  Me Black.  Me Black.

<b>CLOSE--ML
</b>
<b>					ML
</b>		  Me Black.  Me Black.

The mob starts to laugh; they feel for him.

<b>ANGLE--MOB
</b>
<b>					SWEET DICK WILLIE
</b>		  Korea man is OK.  Let's leave him
		  alone.

<b>					ML
</b>		  Him no white.  Him no white.

<b>					COCONUT SID
</b>		  Him Black.  Him Black.

<b>EXT: DA MAYOR'S STOOP--NIGHT
</b>
Sal, Vito, and Pino look on as Sal's Famous Pizzeria goes up
in smoke.

<b>								    DISSOLVE TO:
</b>
<b>CLOSE--VITO
</b>
<b>								    DISSOLVE TO:
</b>
<b>CLOSE--PINO
</b>
<b>								    DISSOLVE TO:
</b>
<b>CLOSE--SAL
</b>
<b>EXT: STREET--NIGHT
</b>
<b>ANGLE--STREET
</b>
Jade is running through the mob, looking for her brother.

<b>					JADE
</b>		  Mookie!  Mookie!

<b>ANGLE--MOOKIE
</b>
Mookie is running around with the rest of the mob.

<b>ANGLE--STREET
</b>
<b>											    85.
</b>

The wail of fire trucks and police sirens is now added to
the night.

<b>EXT: SAL'S FAMOUS PIZZERIA--NIGHT
</b>
The mob moves back to in front of Sal's as the fire trucks
and police, in full riot gear, pull up in the street behind
them.

<b>					POLICE LOUDSPEAKER (VO)
</b>		  Good people.  Please disperse.
		  Please disperse.

The firemen rush to hook up their hoses, the police force
themselves between the crowd and the burning Sal's Famous
Pizzeria.

<b>					POLICE LOUDSPEAKER (VO)
</b>		  Please disperse!  Please disperse!

The mob doesn't listen, they will not be moved.  The mob
will not be moved until they see Sal's Famous Pizzeria burn
to the ground.

<b>ANGLE--SAL'S FAMOUS PIZZERIA
</b>
The firemen douse the pizzeria, trying desperately to stop
the fire from spreading into the adjoining buildings.

<b>					POLICE LOUDSPEAKER (VO)
</b>		  Good people, we're giving you one
		  more warning.  Please go back home.

<b>CLOSE--MOOKIE
</b>
<b>					MOOKIE
</b>		  This is our home.

<b>CLOSE--MOTHER SISTER
</b>
<b>					MOTHER SISTER
</b>		  This is our neighborhood.

<b>ANGLE--MOB
</b>
It will take force to move this mass of people.

<b>					POLICE LOUDSPEAKER (VO)
</b>		  You've had your warning!

<b>POW!
</b>
The hoses are turned on the mob.

<b>											    86.
</b>

WE SEE Mookie, Mother Sister, Sweet Dick Willie, ML, Coconut
Sid, Jade, Ahmad, Cee, Punchy, and Ella, etc., go down
before the powerful blast of the firehouse.

Now we've come full circle.  We're back to Montgomery or
Birmingham, Alabama.  The only thing missing is Sheriff Bull
Connor and the German shepherds.

It would take force to move them and that's exactly what the
mob got.  People are trying to hold on to each other, cars,
railings, anything to keep from being swept away.

<b>EXT: DA MAYOR'S STOOP--NIGHT
</b>
Da Mayor, Sal, Vito, and Pino watch in disbelief.  It's
unbelievable what is happening before their eyes.

<b>								    CUT TO:
</b>
<b>THE STREET--NIGHT
</b><b>THEIR POV
</b>
People are screaming, kids and women are not being spared
from the brute force of the firehoses either.

<b>EXT: WE LOVE STOREFRONT--NIGHT
</b>
WE SEE the reflection of the fire in the storefront window
as Mister Señor Love Daddy looks on.

<b>EXT: STREET--NIGHT
</b>
<b>ANGLE--JADE AND MOTHER SISTER
</b>
Jade and Mother Sister try to hold on to a streetlamp as a
gush of water hits them; their grips loosens, the water is
too powerful, and they slide away down the block and Da
Mayor runs after them.

<b>INT: SAL'S FAMOUS PIZZERIA--NIGHT
</b>
<b>CLOSE--PHOTOS
</b>
Some burnt photos on the floor.

<b>CLOSE--MICKEY MANTLE BAT
</b>
The Mickey Mantle bat burns.

<b>CLOSE--RADIO RAHEEM'S BOX
</b>
Radio Raheem's box has melted into a black mass of goo.

<b>CLOSER--RADIO RAHEEM'S BOX
</b>
<b>											    87.
</b>

As WE MOVE IN TIGHTER ON the melted box, we begin to hear
the rap song that we've hear throughout.  All other sound
drops as the rap song gets louder and louder until it's
deafening.

<b>ANGLE--SMILEY
</b>
Smiley sits up from where he hid during the burning and
looting of Sal's Famous Pizzeria.  Smiley looks around and
goes directly to the smoldering Wall of Fame.  He stands
there.  Smiley pins one of his Malcolm X/Martin Luther King,
Jr., cards to the Wall of Fame.

<b>CLOSE--PHOTO
</b>
<b>CLOSE--SMILEY
</b>
We're on Smiley's face and a smile slowly travels across.
It's the first time Smiley has smiled in years and nobody is
there to see this event.

<b>FADE TO BLACK
</b>
<b>THE MORNING AFTER
</b>
<b>FADE IN:
</b>
<b>EXT: THE STREET--TO INT: RADIO STATION STOREFRONT--DAY
</b>
The CAMERA, FROM HIGH ABOVE, CRANES DOWN ON The Block.  The
sidewalk is deserted, broken glass is everywhere, and it
looks exactly as how one expects it to look, the morning
after an uprising.

The CAMERA NOW MOVES IN ON the WE LOVE storefront where
Mister Señor Love Daddy is in his familiar place behind the
mike.

<b>					MISTER SEÑOR LOVE DADDY
</b>		  My people.  My people.  What can I
		  say?  Say what I can.  I saw it but
		  I didn't believe it.  I didn't
		  believe it what I saw.  Are we
		  gonna live together?  Together are
		  we gonna live?  This is ya Mister
		  Señor Love Daddy here on WE LOVE
		  RADIO, 108 FM on your dial, and
		  that's the truth, Ruth.

<b>CLOSE--MISTER SEÑOR LOVE DADDY
</b>
<b>											    88.
</b>

<b>					MISTER SEÑOR LOVE DADDY
</b>		  Today's weather.
			    (he yells)
<b>		  HOT!
</b>
<b>CLOSER--MISTER SEÑOR LOVE DADDY
</b>
He screams:

<b>					MISTER SEÑOR LOVE DADDY
</b><b>		  WAKE UP!
</b>
<b>								    CUT TO:
</b>
<b>INT: TINA'S BEDROOM--DAY
</b>
Mookie jumps out of her bed; Tina sleeps by his side and
their son Hector is between them.

<b>					MISTER SEÑOR LOVE DADDY (VO)
</b><b>		  WAKE UP!
</b>
<b>					MOOKIE
</b>		  Fuck!  My money!

<b>					TINA
</b>		  Where are you going?

<b>					MOOKIE
</b>		  To get my money.

<b>					TINA
</b>		  Mookie, you must think I'm stupid
		  or something.  You're gonna run
		  outta here and I won't see your
		  black ass for another week.

<b>					MOOKIE
</b>		  Tina, it's not like that.

Mookie is putting on his clothes.

<b>					TINA
</b>		  You don't care about me and you
		  definately don't care 'bout your son.

<b>					MOOKIE
</b>		  Tina, I'll be right back.

<b>					TINA
</b>		  Be a man.

<b>					MOOKIE
</b>		  I am a man.

<b>											    89.
</b>

<b>					TINA
</b>		  Act like one then.  Be a man.

<b>					MOOKIE
</b>		  Later.

<b>					TINA
</b>		  You're to the curb.  You better
		  step off.  Get a life.

Mookie leaves.

<b>MOTHER SISTER'S BEDROOM--DAY
</b>
Da Mayor wakes up in Mother Sister's big brass bed (she was
born in it).  At first he has no idea where he's at, then
sees Mother Sister sitting down across the room smiling at
him.

<b>					MOTHER SISTER
</b>		  Good morning.

<b>					DA MAYOR
</b>		  Is it a good morning?

<b>					MOTHER SISTER
</b>		  Yes indeed.  You almost got yourself
		  killed last night.

<b>					DA MAYOR
</b>		  I've done that before.

Da Mayor gets up out of her big brass bed.

<b>					DA MAYOR
</b>		  Where did you sleep?

<b>					MOTHER SISTER
</b>		  I didn't.

<b>					DA MAYOR
</b>		  I hope the block is still standing.

<b>					MOTHER SISTER
</b>		  We're still standing.

Da Mayor and Mother Sister both look out the parlor window
to see THE BLOCK and Mookie.

<b>EXT: SAL'S FAMOUS PIZZERIA--DAY
</b>
Mookie walks up to Sal's Famous Pizzeria as it still
smoulders in the morning light.  Sal emerges from the
wreckage; he looks like he might have slept there.

<b>											    90.
</b>

<b>					SAL
</b>		  Whatdafuck do you want?

<b>					MOOKIE
</b>		  I wants my money.  I wants to get
		  paid.

Sal looks at Mookie in disbelief.

<b>					SAL
</b>		  Mookie, I always liked you.  Not
		  the smartest kid, but you're honest.
		  Don't make me dislike you.

<b>					MOOKIE
</b>		  Sal, I want my money.

<b>					SAL
</b>		  Don't even ask about your money.
		  Your money wouldn't even pay for
		  that window you smashed.

<b>					MOOKIE
</b>		  Motherfuck a window, Radio Raheem
		  is dead.

<b>					SAL
</b>		  You're right, a kid is dead, but
		  Mook, this isn't the time.

<b>					MOOKIE
</b>		  Fuck dat.  The time is fuckin' now.
		  Y'know I'm sorry 'bout Sal's Famous
		  Pizzeria, but I gotta live, too. I
		  gotta get paid.

<b>					SAL
</b>		  We both do.

<b>					MOOKIE
</b>		  We all know you're gonna get over
		  with the insurance money anyway!
		  Ya know da deal.

<b>					SAL
</b>		  Do we now?

<b>					MOOKIE
</b>		  Quit bullshitting.

<b>					SAL
</b>		  You don't know shit about shit.

<b>											    91.
</b>

<b>					MOOKIE
</b>		  I know I wants to get my money.

Sal has had it.

<b>					SAL
</b>		  How much?  How much do I owe you?

<b>					MOOKIE
</b>		  My salary.  Two-fifty.

Sal pulls out a wad and quickly peels off hundred dollar
bills.

<b>					SAL
</b>		  One, two, three, four, five.

Sal throws the "C" notes at Mookie, they hit him in the
chest and fall to the sidewalk.

<b>					SAL
</b>		  Are you happy now?  That's five
		  fucking hundred dollars.  You just
		  got paid.  Mookie, you are a rich
		  man, now ya life is set, you'll
		  never have another worry, a care in
		  the world.  Mookie, ya wealthy, a
		  fuckin' Rockefeller.

Mookie is stunned by Sal's outburst.  He picks up the bills.

<b>					SAL
</b>		  Ya just got paid, so leave me the
		  fuck alone.

<b>					MOOKIE
</b>		  You only pay me two-fifty a week.
			    (he throws two "C"
			    notes back at him)
		  I owe you fifty bucks.

<b>					SAL
</b>		  Keep it.

<b>					MOOKIE
</b>		  You keep it.

<b>					SAL
</b>		  Christmas came early.

Both look at the two hundred-dollar bills on the sidewalk
and refuse to pick them up.  It's a stalemate.

<b>											    92.
</b>

<b>					MOOKIE
</b>		  This is the hottest Christmas I've
		  known.

Mookie counts his money.

<b>					SAL
</b>		  It's supposed to be even hotter
		  today.

<b>					MOOKIE
</b>		  You gonna open up another Sal's
		  Famous Pizzeria?

<b>					SAL
</b>		  No.  What are you gonna do?

<b>					MOOKIE
</b>		  Make dat money.  Get paid.

<b>					SAL
</b>		  Yeah!...I'm goin' to the beach for
		  the first day in fifteen years.
		  Gonna take the day off and go to
		  the beach.

<b>					MOOKIE
</b>		  I can dig it.  It's gonna be HOT as
		  a motherfucker.

<b>					SAL
</b>		  Mookie?

<b>					MOOKIE
</b>		  Gotta go.

<b>					SAL
</b>		  C'mere, Doctor.

Mookie turns around and goes back.

<b>					SAL
</b>		  Doctor, this is Sal talkin'.

<b>					MOOKIE
</b><b>		  OK.  OK.
</b>
<b>					SAL
</b>		  Doctor, always try to do the right
		  thing.

<b>					MOOKIE
</b>		  That's it?

<b>											    93.
</b>

<b>					SAL
</b>		  That's it.

Mookie thinks about it, looks at the two "C" notes still
smiling up at him.  He quickly scoops them up.

<b>					MOOKIE
</b>		  I got it.

<b>EXT: STREET--DAY
</b>
<b>HIGH ANGLE
</b>
As Mookie turns and walks away, Sal goes back into Sal's
Famous Pizzeria to salvage what is salvageable, and The
Block begins to awake from its slumber, ready to deal once
again with the heat of the hottest day of the year.

<b>								    FADE OUT.
</b>
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How did Raheem die?
How did Raheem die ?
A police officer held him in a chokehold
A police officer held him in a chokehold
An officer wouldn't release a choke hold and killed him.
An officer would n't release a choke hold and killed him .