Poetic Justice Page #3
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- Year:
- 1993
- 109 min
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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 herealone."
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. Gother 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
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