Next Friday Page #3

DAY-DAY

Daddy, Craig is here.

Day-Day walks out to the car and gives Craig a pound.

CRAIG:

What's crackin'?

DAY-DAY

You. Hi, Uncle Willie.

MR. JONES

Hey, Day-Day. Where's yo' big head

father?

DAY-DAY

There he is.

Just then, UNCLE ELROY (42) hits the door. Dressed in boxers

and a T-shirt. This is Mr. Jones' (very loud) little

brother.

UNCLE ELROY:

Hey, Debo, heard you running from a ass-

whippin'?

CRAIG:

Naw, it ain't like that.

UNCLE ELROY:

If you see that boy again, bite off his

ear off like Mike Tyson.

CRAIG:

Alright, I'll remember that.

UNCLE ELROY:

You know me? I would've shot his big

ass.

(peeking into the ear)

Hey, Willie, how's it going? Still

steppin' in dog sh*t every day?

Uncle Elroy laughs. Mr. Jones isn't amused.

MR. JONES

Make sure you look after my son out here.

Don't get him involved with none of your

bullshit, Roy.

UNCLE ELROY:

Don't worry 'bout nothin', big bro. He

in the best f***in' hands in Rancho

Chocomunga, baby! This my world, you

just a nigga late paying rent. Ain't

that right, nephew?

Uncle Elroy hugs Craig by the arm.

MR. JONES

Craig, remember what I told you.

CRAIG:

I'll remember.

Mr. Jones pulls off. Uncle Elroy yells out to him.

UNCLE ELROY:

Send Betty my love.

(to Craig)

Boy you looking good.

(grabbing his bags)

I'mma take these in the house for you,

man... and when you finish with this cat,

come inside. I got something to show

you.

CRAIG:

Thanks, Unc.

Uncle Elroy starts towards to the house.

DAY-DAY

You know it's been over a year since we

kicked it last? Up at the family

reunion.

CRAIG:

I know, that's when Uncle Elroy cussed

out everybody, and threw up in Aunt

Faye's backseat.

Day-Day laughs.

DAY-DAY

Yep. I forgot about him cussin' out

everybody. Damn that was fun.

CRAIG:

I know, we had a good time. But ever

since you guys moved out here, it seems

like we've lost touch.

DAY-DAY

I know; this a long way from Watts. But

what I like about living out here is that

you don't hear no helicopters, no sirens,

no drive-by's, no nothing. Just peace

and quiet. Listen.

They do. It is quiet, except for a few BIRDS SINGING.

DAY-DAY (cont'd)

Sh*t sound good, huh?

Just then, a maroon Cadillac low-rider on Daytons rolls up

the block. It's the Jokers: JOKER (28), LI'L JOKER (21) and

BABY JOKER (15). They pull into their driveway.

DAY-DAY (cont'd)

Aw damn.

In SLOW MOTION:
One by one they get out the car. They have a

dog with them named "Cheeco." As they get to the front door

they all look over at Craig and Day-Day.

Day-Day looks away, while Craig keeps his eye on them. They

disappear inside.

CRAIG:

Who is that?

DAY-DAY

Joker, he just got out of the pen. Li'l

Joker, he just got out of Youth

Authority. And Baby Joker, he just got

out of Juvenile Hall.

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