Poetic Justice Page #5

17A CONTINUED THE SINK Iesha's head is in the sink. Justice is shampooing and

conditioning her hair. Iesha's eyes are closed to

keep the suds from stinging them.

JUSTICE:
Just let that conditioning sit for five minutes.

IESHA:
Where you going? You not gonna talk to me?

JUSTICE:
No, I wanna go over here and talk to Jessie. It's a fivehour job

anyway--you might as well just chill.

Justice walks away.

IESHA:
All right, then, just play me like a biscuit. Hair all wet, cold.

THE COUNTER Where Justice joins Jessie, who is busy checking the receipts of the

morning.

JUSTICE:
So.

JESSIE:
Yeah.

They both start laughing. A Delivery Man arrives with boxes of shampoo. A few

sistahs throw him an in terested eye. Jessie is

checking him out also,

JUSTICE:
So he's out, huh? Y'all got buckwild last night? Where'd y'all go?

JESSIE:
Could you put 'em over there? Snooty Fox Motor Inn. (to the stylists)

Y'all make sure to fill out them receipts!

JUSTICE (laughing): They still got them red walls?

JESSIE:
Yep, mirrors on the ceiling. Same ole, same o'. They been filling out

them receipts?

JUSTICE:
Yeah.

JESSIE:
What you know about mirrors on the ceiling? When the last time you been

there?

JUSTICE:
Snooty Fox? Don't remember.

17B INT JESSIE'S BEAUTYSALON--DAY

DOORWAY Where we see a brother, Rodney, come in with this woman.

RODNEY:
Hey, my girl need her hair and nails done.

JESSIE:
She got an appointment?

RODNEY:
Naw.

HEYWOOD (O.S.):
She ain't got no hair, either!

Some people laugh. We see the Woman. She got about as much hair as a Snap.

JESSIE:
Make an appointment. (lights a smoke, touches Justice's hat) Why you

keep wearing these hats? What you hidin?! Ooow,

keep it on.

JUSTICE (pulling her hat on): Stop.

JESSIE:
You need to let me do somethin to that head of yours. Man, I'm tired.

Got a poem for me today? Lord knows I need one.

JUSTICE:
I left my notebook in the car. I'11 get it in a bit.

JESSIE:
When you gonna get a man? Asking all these questions about mine. You

still in mourning? Sportin black, don't make time to

do your own hair. Lookin tore up from tha floor up. You can always tell when a

woman ain't givin up no coochie.

JUSTICE:
I like black. Besides, I don't have no time for no man right now.

JESSIE:
See, your problem is you make bad choices in men. You don't know how to

pick 'em.

CUT TO:
EXTSTREET-DAY Where we come down out of the sky to see a small U.S.

Postal Mail jeep turn in the street and come to

the curb. We hear the heavy bass beat ofhip-hop coming from the jeep.

JUSTICE (O.S.):
Look who's talking.

19 INT. POSTAL JEEP--DAY Inside the jeep a hand presses the stop/eject on the

recorder and flips the tape.

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