Poetic Justice Page #3

We see Justice's car pull to the curb. It is a 1992 Honda Accord, complete with

nice rims and tinted windows. The license plate reads

2 FUNKY.

13 INT JUSTICE'S CAR--DAY

JUSTICES NOTEBOOK Where we see Justice write the last stanza of the poem.

JUSTICE (V.O.):
"Alone, all alone. Nobody, but nobody. Can make it out here

alone."

She closes her notebook. The cover reads NOTES OF A POETIC JUSTICE.

14 EXT CITYSTREET--DAY Where Justice exits her car. She uses her automatic lock

system, which sounds off "armed" when it

locks. As she walks up the street, we see the same brothers established in the

previous montage on their knees, with their hands behind

their heads. Justice walks past them without acknowledging their condition.

15 INT. JESSIE'S BEAUTYSALONAND SUPPLY--DAY Hair, nails, curlers, and combs. A

woman picks up a phone and says,

"Jessie's Beauty Salon and Supply. " We have invaded this place on Friday, the

busiest day of the week. We see many women of

various ages, shapes, and sizes receiving hair care from different stylists. No

two heads are the same. Our attention and ears are drawn

to the loud voice of one young woman who sits on the waiting couch flipping

through a Black hair magazine. She has short-cut hair

and eyes, nails, and temper of a Siamese cat. This is lesha.

She is talking to Heywood, who is a spiritual person. He is so cosmic that his

sexuality is often questioned. Nearby at another booth is

Dexter, another male stylist who is very straight. His dick has guided him into

the world of cosmetology.

HEYWOOD (over images of nails, hair, etc.): I know whatcha mean. I don't

understand some of these women. I don't see how they

can allow themselves to be so disrespected! My body is my temple! And a temple

should never be defiled. Especially not in this case. I

love myself.

Dexter shakes his head in shame at Heywood. He is massaging the head of one

fine-ass sistah. She smiles. Dexter suavely bends down

and says, "You like that don 't cha. "She nods in approval.

IESHA:
Yeah, well, he just did my girl all wrong. She's as 'fraid as a cat. Got

her going around wearing sunglasses, and you know how

she like braggin about her pretty green eyes. So you know what's up with that.

Top it off, she still in love with the nigga.

Justice walks in.

JUSTICE:
You telling everybody's business.

IESHA:
Yeah, I'd tell your business too if you had somethin to tell.

JUSTICE:
You ready?

lesha nods a yes.

JUSTICE:
You got your hair?

lesha holds up a bag of synthetic hair. Justice walks toward her station, saying

"Hello" to the other stylists on the fly.

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