Jackie Fights Killa To Write A Clean Song
INSIDE THE HOUSE AT NIGHT:
Jackie sits before Killa.
She strums a guitar.
JACKIE
OK, writing songs is just like playing football.
Killa looks skeptical.
JACKIE
You just sing the first sweet lyric that comes into your head.
JACKIE
(sings)
I'll be your Quarterback, baby...
KILLA
(grins)
If you'll be my tight-end...
Killa scoops his hands like he's grabbing Jackie's lovely rear.
JACKIE
(slaps Killa)
CLEAN lyric!
KILLA
(hugs Jackie)
I wanna get ya' in my huddle
JACKIE
(pushes Killa away)
I'll be your best FRIEND.
Killa rolls his eyes. (He wants more than friendship.)
JACKIE
Throw me an interception
KILLA
Yeah, I'll penetrate yo' end zone
Jackie bats Killa up the crotch with a the guitar.
Killa flip-jumps onto the couch to avoid a nut-crunch.
Killa dances on the couch, hands highlighting his rocking hips.
KILLA
So getcha' grip on my pigskin
Jackie growls.
KILLA
'cause ya' bout ta' hook the Fishbone!
Jackie karate-chops Killa's throat.
JACKIE
Grandmother hates profanity!
Killa falls backward over the couch, smashes the coffee table.
KILLA
(struggles to feet)
You and your Granny don' know nuthin' about music... or sports!
Killa stomps out the door.
THEN, OUTSIDE AT THE HOUSE AT NIGHT:
KILLA
I'm goin' back to Hank!
Jackie grabs Killa's hand.
Killa drags Jackie through the grass.
The grass soils her white pants.
Killa slams his body into the driver's seat of his Hummer.
KILLA
(hint of queer)
Hank loves me just as God made me!
Nosy Neighbor looks askance, scoffs at Jackie.
INSIDE THE HOUSE AT NIGHT:
MONTAGE:
Weeks pass while Jackie makes phone calls to Killa, BackWoods, Swish and Peleador.
Phone icons show that they've all blocked her calls.
Finally, Hank's icon flashes on Jackie's phone.
Jackie smiles ear to ear.
OUTSIDE AT THE HOUSE AT NIGHT:
Jackie runs to her car.
