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Malcolm X
FADE IN:
1 EXT. ROXBURY STREET - THE WAR YEARS - DAY
It is a bright sunny day on a crowded street on the black side of
Boston. PEOPLE and KIDS are busy with their own things.
SHORTY bops his way down the street. He is a runty, very dark
young man of 21 with a mission and a smile on his face. He wears
the flamboyant style of the time: the whole zoot-suit, pegged legs
and a wide brim hat with a white feather stuck in the hat band.
2 OMIT
3 OMIT
4 OMIT
5 EXT. STREET - DAY
FOLLOW SHOT. Shorty dodges through the crowd with his packages.
His smile is one of anticipation. He nods to a PAL without
stopping; eyes a COUPLE OF CHICKS dancing on the street, but is
not dissuaded.
6 INT. BARBER SHOP - DAY
Shorty has his jacket and hat off, his sleeves rolled up. He is like a
surgeon preparing for an operation. His equipment is spread out on
a table: can of lye, large mason jar, wooden stirring spoon, knife,
the eggs. His actions have the character of a ritual: each thing
being done just so, in time-honored fashion.
He slices the potatoes and drops the thin slices into the mason jar.
He adds water and makes a paste of the starch.
Behind Shorty is a spirited barbershop conversation. ONE MAN is
getting a haircut; TWO OTHERS are watching (TOOMER, JASON)
one of them from behind a newspaper. A middle-aged barber,
CHOLLY, is doing most of the talking.
CHOLLY
After I hit the number that woman wasnt no good
to me at all.
The men laugh.
ANGLE - Shorty pries open the can of lye, whiffs it. Its good and
strong. He pours some in the mason jar, stirring with the wooden
spoon. He cracks the eggs into the mixture and stirs. He waits as
fumes rise and feels the outside of the jar as it gets hot.
ANOTHER ANGLE - The barbershop SEEN from a door, slightly
ajar. A woolly head, entirely in shadow, peers out.
CHOLLYS VOICE
She says Im cheap cuz I wont cop her a diamond
ring. Had the indignation to call me a cheap
black sunovabitch to boot.
TOOMER
And when a black woman call you a cheap black
sunovabitch youve been called a cheap black
sunovabitch.
Cholly is annoyed. Its _his_ story.
CHOLLY
Will you let me tell it?
ON SHORTY - He opens the bulky package he has been carrying,
unfolds a large rubber apron and gets into it. Now he dons a pair of
rubber gloves.
SHORTY
Wheres Homeboy?
He is all ready; one of his hands is filled with a huge glob of
Vaseline. His manner is indignant as if he were asking the whereabouts
of an exasperating child.
CHOLLY
Reds in the head, man.
TOOMER
You mean hiding in the head.
CHOLLY
Hey, Red. Your mans here and waiting on you.
His hands full, Cholly opens the door with his feet and MALCOLM comes
out, a big, gawky, bright-faced country boy, wearing downhome clothes
and an expression of apprehension.
TOOMER
Gonna get that first conk laid on, hunh,
Homeboy?
CHOLLY
Man, dont scare him more than hes scared
already. Aint too bad...
Malcolm allows himself to be led to an empty chair, where Cholly drapes
him with a double sheet, tucking it tightly around his neck and adding
a protective collar of paper.
CHOLLY
...Like anything else. First time a chick gets her
cherry popped, she might put up a little fight. But
pretty soon you cant give her enough. Right,
Homeboy?
CLOSE - MALCOLM
Malcolm gulps, his eyes on the fuming mason jar.
Shorty starts massaging a great quantity of Vaseline into Malcolms
scalp, covering his neck and ears as well. All the men have gathered
around, involved in the ritual. For Malcolm it is closer to being a
kind of execution.
CHOLLY
Git his forehead and eyebrows.
SHORTY
I know what Im doing.
Shorty applies the Vaseline to that area. Now he brings over the
steaming jar and places it nearby.
SHORTY (contd)
Listen. You pull my coat if its still stinging
when I get through cause this shit can burn a
hole through cement.
CHOLLY
Hold tight, baby, and keep your eyes shut.
Malcolm nods his head, clenches his eyes and grits his teeth. Shorty
applies the congolene with a comb, working it into Malcolms hair.
CLOSE - MALCOLM
MALCOLM
I thought you said it was gonna sting... this
aint nothin.
For a moment nothing happens, then the heat hits him. He yells, tries
to catch his breath: his head is on fire.
MALCOLM (contd)
You motherfucker. Youre killing me. Im
burning up. My damn head is on fire.
He nearly leaps out of the chair, but the barber restrains him.
Shorty, utterly unmoved by the outburst, continues working the
congolene into his hair.
Malcolm breaks out of the chair wildly. But the three men drag him to a
basin where Shorty has attached the shower spray. His cries filling the
room, Malcolm is ducked under the spray. Shorty starts rinsing out his
hair.
SHORTY
Dont fight me, man. Let me git it out.
Malcolm is a little relieved, he tentatively opens his eyes, then he
feels the congolene again and there is another outburst. Shorty forces
his head under the spray, spurts the water all over his head, wetting
Malcolm and the shop in th