1Blessed is the man that walketh not in the counsel of the ungodly, nor standeth in the way of sinners, nor sitteth in the seat of the scornful.
2But his delight is in the law of the LORD; and in his law doth he meditate day and night.
3And he shall be like a tree planted by the rivers of water, that bringeth forth his fruit in his season; his leaf also shall not wither; and whatsoever he doeth shall prosper.
4The ungodly are not so: but are like the chaff which the wind driveth away.
5Therefore the ungodly shall not stand in the judgment, nor sinners in the congregation of the righteous.
6For the LORD knoweth the way of the righteous: but the way of the ungodly shall perish.
ONE WEEK LATER
EXT: ROUTE 309 EXPRESSWAY MONTGOMERY COUNTY PA
DISSOLVE INTO A CRANE SHOT FOLLOWING M.J.’S silver Bentley speeding along the highway. MUSIC FADES TO BACKGROUND-WE PUSH INTO A MIDSHOT INSIDE the vehicle as we eavesdrop on Keith’s and M.J.’S conversation…
Why are you tripping Black? They’ll never trace
that thing, back to us.
They were expecting twins Dog, TWINS!
Yeah and you got a wife and two kids of your own to
take care of! Isn’t that the reason why we
created GAMETIME, (beat)
you knocked Bonnie up with Mattie back
at “State”, your knee was all banged up; and
I promised you, NBA OR NO NBA WE WERE GOING TO
BUILD SOMETHING TOGETHER THAT NOBODY COULD
EVER TAKE AWAY FROM US! (beat) Because you’re my brother,
and I love you.
We crossed the line M; we sold our souls, we’re going to
Screw all that heaven and hell nonsense, you know
I don’t feed into that crap. We’re businessmen,
and what we decided to do was to eliminate a
potential threat to our livelihood. That’s all there is
OUR LIVELIHOOD! HIS WIFE WAS PREGNANT,
YOU HEARTLESS BASTARD! AND WHAT THE HELL DO
YOU KNOW ABOUT EARNING A LIVING!
YOU BEEN SILVERSPOONED YOUR WHOLE
LIFE! THOSE KIDS WERE INNOCENT!
EXT: SHOPPING MALL PARKING LOT
CUT TO: M.J. EXITS HIGHWAY:
INT: M.J.’S PARKED BENTLEY-DMX MUSIC STILL IN BACKGROUND
BACK TO THE CONVERSATION:
Keith, listen to me man, and listen well. That nosey
little punk had us “dead to rights”.(beat) Look, I had
one of my people go into the kid’s house and get his files
before the police got there; and of course, I got
his stuff that he had saved down at the paper.
Black, I read it all (beat) he had us by the short hairs.
He was on to how our gear gets made down in Mexico,
T laundering millions of dollars through GAMETIME,
how we changed the African boys’ birth certificates,
how we pay our best players cash. He had us
Keith. (beat) I don’t know who this guy’s source was,
but he had us. (beat) He was even going to stick it to my
uncle after giving him and his wife a job. What was I
supposed to do Black, just let this guy win. You know how
we roll, the “Black Magic and M.J. Show” we don’t lose
Black, we never lose man.
HAVE YOU LOST YOUR MIND FOOL? THIS AIN’T NO GAME M.J.!
THIS AIN’T NO STINKIN’ GANSTA’ MOVIE! THIS IS
REAL LIFE DOG! WE’RE MURDERERS, AND WE ARE GOING TO HELL!!
Keith you’ve known me since the ninth grade, and like
I already said heaven, hell, god, satan, forget all
that mess. Plus if there is a satan, his name is T Johnson.
(beat) Keith I don’t give a crap how much you bug out
about this mess when you’re with me, but you gotta’
promise me that when we’re with T, it’s business as usual.
Yeah or that demon from the pit of Hell will have me,
Bonnie and my babies taken out in the blink of an eye.
I swear I just wish I could get my hands on that
cold blooded coward for five seconds without his
goons around (beat) I would snap his freakin’ vertebrae in
the blink of an eye.
I know you would Dog, believe me, I know you would. (beat)
As for the Snake, him and that witch of a wife
of his take that officer of the court bullcrap way
too serious. Anyway that twat would probably
have like the entire Philly SWAT Unit at our front doors in less than a hour after “getting wind” of thisunfortunate incident (beat) plus she only let’s the Snake hang out with us like what, twice a year maybe, so don’t screw the guy’s night up by acting like a little punk.
So tell me M when did you become such a sociopath?
M.J. (CLOSE UP)
(matter of fact)
In my mama’s womb son…in my mama’s womb.
EXT: SARAH AND JAKES DRIVEWAY
TRACK as Keith and M.J. pull up in Jake and Sarah’s driveway; M.J. blows his horn to announce their arrival. A jovial Jake walks out to the BENTLEY quickly. A pissed off Sarah follows Jake to the vehicle. Jake hops in backseat.
Jake I swear if you come back from that low life,
drug dealing pimp’s place smelling like a whore,
I will cut your freaking slong off! I MEAN IT!
As for you two faggots if you let him so much as touch
one of those piece of crap whores, I will cut you both
the same way! NOW DON’T MESS WITH ME!
Nice to see you too Sarah.
(Backing out of driveway.)
Screw you very much Sarah, have a good night.
Jake blows his wife a kiss; Sarah glares and makes a mock pair of scissors with her fingers in return.
Now that’s what I call major abandonment issues.
An unfazed Jake ignores the comments about Sarah; he has been hearing the same thing since the ninth grade. He passes Keith a huge blunt.
WHAT UP BOYZ! BLACK, FIRE THAT KILLA’ UP!
YO M! TURN MY DOG X UP!
M.J. complies, and blasts DMX. CUT TO: LATER THAT NIGHT:
EXT: T’S WAREHOUSE-PARKING LOT
The “Three Musketeers” exit M.J.’S BENTLEY “Cheech and Chong” style. Followed by a humongous cloud of weed smoke. They are stoned.
INT: T’S PLACE
MUSIC -Q-TIP-“VIBRANT THING”
Keith, M.J. and Jake are escorted towards T’s office by two of T’s bodyguards. Jake is “attacked” by his favorite stripper, “Peaches”. She is wearing a thong, Stilettos and a big gold tooth smile for Jake…
SNAKE BABY! GIVE MAMA A KISS! YOU FINE
WHITE BOY, YOU!
Jake complies to “Peaches” demands completely, and heads to the elevator with her.
Yo fellas tell T I’ll holla at him later.
Do you my “wigga”, do you!
Yo “Peaches”, if Jake’s little snake don’t get the
job done, let me know and (grabs his crotch)
I’ll unleash my “Big White Man” on that fine juicy
bootie of yours!
( Draped all over Jake.)
DON’T WORRY “WHITE DEVIL” MY SNAKE GETS
THE JOB DONE!
As the elevator door closes, Jake is grinning from ear to ear.
DON’T HATE! CONGRATULATE! SCRUB!
As T’s bodyguard allows Keith and M.J. to enter his master’s office WE PUSH INTO A CLOSE UP OF T’S EYES, which reveals that this man is pure evil. T is sitting behind his desk, which is carved out of Italian marble. COME OUT OF CLOSE UP INTO A WIDE SHOT of the meeting.
So where’s the Snake?
Heading upstairs to bang the mess out of “Peaches” big juicy
Georgia peach behind! I’m straight hatin’ too.
Come on “White Man” how you gonna’ hate on my man Snake, when
you be down here “tearin’ up” my whores for free every night!
(beat)Plus the ADA only lets him out twice a year!
Yo M.J. get a grip you greedy bastard!
For once me and the “right reverend” agree. (beat)
But on the real tip (beat) the Snake doesn’t need to
hear this type of mess anyway. He’s a smart man,
that counselor of mine. (beat) So dig me (beat)
that thing with those kids up the street from me, we
straight on that?
As an arrow…
I ain’t got time for riddles nigger (beat) I’m tryin’
to get my swerve on!
And the thing with Q’s uncle? (beat) Enough is enough
with that “thorn in my side”.
I need to get my man ate up.
(fake rhyme master.)
You know me good brother T, I’m just tryin’ to run up in
some of your hos, maybe bout two or three.
Excellent, business as usual (beat) I wonder how my
man Snake is making out?
CUT TO: MID SHOT of Jake and Peaches having sex.
INT: VIP SUITE- MUSIC-RICK JAMES-“SUPER FREAK”
SMACK MY BOOTIE DADDY! THAT’S RIGHT! TEAR IT UP!
SMACK IT DADDY!
WHO’S THE KING!?! WHO’S THE KING!?!
SNAKE IS THE KING! SNAKE IS THE KING!
CUT BACK TO:
INT: T’S OFFICE-AFTER THE MEETING:
T is still sitting behind his desk, he summons his top assassin.
(on a NEXTEL)
Yo “Walk”, come holla at me.
“THE WALKER” (VO)
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