Prissy Condemns Gunshot; Lisa Consoles Him
Onstage, Buff Killman grabs Lil' GunShot, holds him up by the back of the neck.
BUFF KILLMAN
(drunk)
How'd you get back in here, Little Blood-Clot?
PRISSY
(drunk)
You embarrassed my family on national T.V., DogFlop!
Prissy hides her face in Buff Killman's embrace, smears makeup on his expensive suit.
The angry rodeo clowns rush up toward the stage (to defend Lil' GunShot).
BUFF KILLMAN
Get lost, loser-clowns.
BUFF KILLMAN
(Yells at Lil' Gunshot)
Doctor Priddick's got a fortune riding on this game: network television, corporate sponsors screaming at us, and your potty mouth is blowing it all, Little GutRot!
Prissy turns her head from Buff Killman's shoulder, shows her grimacing angry mascara-smeared face, yells down at Lil' GunShot:
PRISSY
This is a family event! If our stock goes down one point, thousands of people lose their jobs.
Lisa runs toward Lil' GunShot.
LIL' GUNSHOT
Gunshot reserve' da' right ta' freedom fo' axprashun'!
PRISSY
You come back tomorrow wearing your cowboy uniform and perform as Little Smiley!
BUFF KILLMAN
- or Mr. Priddick will fix it so you never rap again!
LIL' GUNSHOT
Lil' GunShot shoot freestyle. -
(trembling)
- It' in my contrac'.
PRISSY
You do not have a contrac'! You are not a professional! You're not even a "gunshot"!
Lisa and Smiley race from the field to defend Lil' GunShot.
Lil' GunShot breaks down crying.
The 3 Rodeo clowns jump on the stage, advancing on Buff Killman.
BUFF KILLMAN
You're just an abandoned ghetto rat!
Lisa shoots a look of shock and sadness at Prissy.
SNOOPDOG CLOWN
(menacing at Buff)
You ain't never gonna talk like dat' ta' Lil' GunShot.
Buff Killman decks the 3 clowns to the ground with Jujitsu punches and kicks in the face.
{ WHOOSH! } { PUNCH! } { KICK! }
All 3 clowns drop, out-cold.
Smiley slams Buff Killman into the drum set.
Lil' GunShot bolts off the stage.
As he runs toward the street, he wipes tears from his eyes.
Lisa chases Lil' GunShot.
She grabs him, hugs him.
LIL' GUNSHOT
(struggles)
Lee'me alone!
LISA
I love you, Gunshot.
LIL' GUNSHOT
Lemme' go!
Lisa, red in the face, struggles against Lil' GunShot's powerful fight to escape her embrace.
Bruised-faced Smiley runs up, wraps his arms around Lil' GunShot and Lisa, traps Lil' GunShot in a 360-degree "family" hug.
Lil' GunShot pounds Lisa with his fists.
Then he relaxes, submits, lays his head on Lisa's shoulder. He cries a tough boy cry.
LISA
(smiles at Gunshot)
Just wear the silly cowboy outfit.
LIL' GUNSHOT
NO! It' on T.V.! My homies 'out there!
Lisa cups Lil' GunShot's face in her hands;
Lisa and Lil Gunshot' look deep into each other's eyes.
LISA
When you fall down, don't frown; grin!
Lisa pushes Lil' GunShot's frowning lips into a smile.
LISA
Get up again. Ride 'im like the wind!
