EXT. APARTMENT HOUSE - 55TH STREET - DAY
JUDGE (20's) -- an intense young man wearing a FATIGUE JACKET --
STARES numbly at the child in the street. Neighborhood people
move toward the scene.
A WOMAN, perhaps the boy's mother, WAILS next to the body.
Judge's Mom, RITA (50's) -- raw boned and sharp eyed --
stands, drawn toward the tragedy.
Oh lord... not again...
EXT. INTERSECTION - DAY
A CROWD -- including Reverend Slocum, Cy and the DRINKERS --
gathers near the child and the wailing woman. Across from
Judge, TYRONE keeps an angry distance from the horror.
God damn... Kid never had a chance...
Mothafuck... Hey!!! What the hell!!!
The CAR backs up, trying to leave the scene.
Market street regulars SWARM around the retreating vehicle,
hitting it with fists, sticks, bottles. Young and old move
together, their faces contorted with RAGE.
People were pissed off. Neighborhood
had been begging for a stoplight
since before dirt was invented. Way
I saw it then, that boy dying was
another shitty thing in a world full
EXT. APARTMENT HOUSE - DAY
Eyes locked on the dead child, JUDGE stands, angry and
Way I see it now... That day. That
intersection. That's where it started
Only, I didn't know it then...
EXT. CLOSE UP:
INTERSECTION PAVEMENT - DAY
Running red past a SMALL sneakered foot, BLOOD streams toward
EXT. CLOSE UP:
BASKETBALL COURT - NIGHT
A BASKETBALL bounces off the cement, SNEAKERED FEET scramble
EXT. BASKETBALL COURT - NIGHT
JUDGE drives in for a basket, pursued by CY. It's a friendly
three on three street game. The MARKET STREET DRINKERS --
including ROSE -- fill out Cy and Judge's teams.