Red's in the head, man.
You mean hiding in the head.
Hey, Red. Your man's here and waiting
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.
Gonna get that first conk laid on,
Man, don't scare him more than he's
scared already. Ain't 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.
...Like anything else. First time a
chick gets her cherry popped, she
might put up a little fight. But
pretty soon you can't give her enough.
CLOSE - MALCOLM
Malcolm gulps, his eyes on the fuming mason jar.
Shorty starts massaging a great quantity of Vaseline into
Malcolm's 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.