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OCTOBER 1, 2018
"An eye for an eye only ends up making the whole world
blind."
PRESENT DAY
She rolls over and turns off the alarm. Her feet hit the
COLD hard wood. Her FACE is not seen. She arises, like the
morning sun, from her cramped twin bed.
A light jacket, a pair of OLD pants, and shoes that are WORN
on both sides.
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She nukes the biscuit and wraps it inside a PAPER TOWEL. She
grabs her keys and a small hand bag that she throws over her
shoulder.
She leaves and comes back to grab her scarf that's hanging
beside the door.
She locks the door to her apartment and walks down the
steps.
Her long hair is tucked into the scarf like a SOFT blanket.
She finds a seat on the bus that is towards the middle. She
chooses a WINDOW SEAT and stares out while others board. The
passengers are mainly middle-aged folks.
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The bus starts moving and the wheels slowly turn. It's a
bumpy road to Alabama. Her head RESTS against the window
pane. Her eyes are tired.
Not from rest, but from WORRY. Along the way, there are many
trees. She COUNTS them.
She pulls out the biscuit and partakes in its cold flaky
goodness. Better than nothing.
When her foot touches the pavement she looks at the area and
it feels FOREIGN to her.
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As she comes to the end of her walk, her walk SLOWS. She
approaches a familiar house and stops.
FLASHBACK TO:
FRANK
Y'all are some crazy son's of
bitches you know that?
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SKIP
Uh Who are you call- call- callin'
crazy?
FRANK
I'm call- callin' you crazy. If you
think Foreman Troy is gonna' let
you off for the Fourth of July you
got another thing coming.
Skip drops his lunch box and it spills over the street. Earl
stops and helps him pick up the mess.
SKIP
But the Fourth of July is a nat-
national holiday.
FRANK
National Holiday? Holiday for who?
Not us! I ain't seen one picture of
a nigga' smilin' on the Fourth of
July. Not then and not now.
EARL
You don't know the first thing
bout' the Fourth of July.
FRANK
Way I see it. The white man don't
wants me to know and most
importantly, who gives a damn when
white folks got they freedom! Black
folks started off slavin' in this
country and we's still slavin'.
EARL
(standing up from helping
Skip)
You ought to learn a lesson from
the white man.
FRANK
Oh really? And what lesson can a
black man learn from a white man?
EARL
Not one white man was marching
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EARL (MORE)
peacefully when it came time for
them to earn they freedom. Not a
one! They took up arms and defended
themselves against their oppressor.
Now I'm not saying that black folks
should start rallyin' up and
lighten' fires and such, but one
thing for sure two things for
certain. Marching has got us a long
way but it's not gone earn us the
same freedom that white folks got.
SKIP
Amen! broth-- brother Amen!
FRANK
(stepping to Earl)
You sound like a man of action. But
I bet if it came down to it...
FRANK
If Foreman Troy spit in your face
you wouldn't lift a finger on his
lilly white head.
EARL
Well how bout' you spit in my face
and see if I don't beat you like a
dog in the street. I dare ya'.
SKIP
Alright fellas, break-- break it
up.
ROGER
Y'all are some damn fools.
FRANK
What's dat old man talkin' bout'?
ROGER
(still walking)
That's da' problem with y'all young
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cats these days, all talk and no
bite. Ya' see it's easy to say all
dis' when ya' massa ain't
listening, but lo' and behold when
I tell ya' ain't a black man truly
free in this country. That be from
Martin Lutha' Kang on down to that
nappy haired boy dat clean up hair
at the barbershop. Black folks
ain't ever gonna' run thangs in
this country, so we might as well
just mind our own business.
SKIP
Where are you go-- going Roger?
ROGER
I can't be bothered by negros with
no sense. This world is goin ta'
hell in a hand-basket I tell ya'!
SKIP
(Yelling)
Roger! Wait!
FRANK
Let him go Skip. He's a grown man,
he can walk himself home.
SKIP
But we always stick together.
The night air has grown colder and the streets appear empty.
The soft melody of a chello plays in the background as Roger
continues walking.
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JERRY
(standing a by a nearby truck)
Hey boy what you doing eying Mrs.
Patsey's Bakery?
ROGER
I'm just minding my business sa'
didn't mean to offend.
JERRY
Hahaha. I ain't eva' seen a dead
nigger talk. What about you Slim?
SLIM JOHNSON
I can't say I have Jerry. Now that
I think of it though, that nigger
Pete lynched a while back, he was
just a screamin' and a hollerin'
and I coulda' sworn he wrung his
neck lika' hen.
SLIM JOHNSON
Now, where exactly are you heading
to boy?
ROGER
I was just heading home sa'. Not
trying to cause no trouble.
SLIM JOHNSON
(he circles him like a shark)
You sure bout that? Cuz' it looks
like you was about to rob Mrs.
Patsy's bakery. I know an old
nigger like yourself wouldn't do
something foolish like steal from a
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bakery would ya'?
ROGER
No sa'. Stealing ain't ma game. I
was just headin' to my wife. The
good lord don blessed me wit'
clothes on my back, a roof over my
head, a full belly. He even give me
a good woman who'll rub me down
when I'm tired.
JERRY
If you got a good woman like that
at home, then what was you doin'
lookin into her store for? Seems
like to me I'd be tryna' get home
on the double.
SLIM JOHNSON
Say, that's a good point.
SLIM JOHNSON
You seem like a smart spook. So
what you doin' walkin' round by
your lonesome?
ROGER
Like I said I was just mindin' my
business.
SLIM JOHNSON
Are you mocking me boy?
SLIM JOHNSON
I'm sick n' tired of niggers
talkin' back in this town. I'm
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JERRY
What do you want to do with him?
SLIM JOHNSON
(while smoking)
We're gonna' do what we always do.
We're gonna' feed em' to the
wolves.
END SCENE
There are few stars in the sky. The night appears red.
Roger's eyes are coated with blood. His arms are tied behind
him as he looks upward.
ROGER
Where am I?
SLIM JOHNSON
Look around boy.
ROGER
Are we at the tracks?
SLIM JOHNSON
Tracks?
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SLIM JOHNSON
Hell this ain't the tracks. Not for
you anyway. This here's your
funeral boy.
ROGER
My... wife.
SLIM JOHNSON
She can't hear you out here.
ROGER
Please sir. I... I...
Roger whimpers. His face is beaten and the deep cuts are
over-flowing with blood. The pain hasn't gotten the chance
to numb yet.
SLIM JOHNSON
Shhh... All that hollerin' ain't
necessary. Now, I don't give a damn
about you or ya' wife or if y'all
have any little nigglets runnin'
wild out here. But what I do care
about is the integrity of my city.
And I won't have you filthy monkeys
dirtying it up. See, my daddy was
murdered by one of you savages,
because your kind don't know how to
pay back a debt. So, I'm here to
collect. Jerry...Call the wolves.
Roger lets out a cry that is unheard. His pain bleeds into
the earth and soils the grass.
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