DSDHS Spokesman
And so, we're raising the Terror Alert Level to intense orange-red based on very credible, detailed information on a non-specific threat. Could it be a hijacking? Absolutely possible. Chemical or biological agent? You bet it could happen. Suicide bomber? Hey, ya never know. But what we do know is that it's absolutely, positively gonna happen today, maybe.
Jazmine
(hysterical) Terrorists have my daddy!
Jazmine
Terrorists kidnapped my father and they're going to cut off his head in Algeria! My daddy was supposed to be home from work before school let out and he isn't here. And we're at terror alert level orange! Orange!!
Jazmine, just because your dad is late coming home from work doesn't mean that...
(Phone rings)
(answers the phone) Hello?
(frantic) Riley. Is that you? Put your brother on, it's an emergency.
(slight pause, Riley starts to laugh)
Don't drop the soap. (hangs up)
(the phone rings, and he answers it again) Yeah?
I thought you only get one phone call from jail.
(Huey grabs the phone)
Huey! I got arrested! They say I fit the description. I think it's 'cause I'm black Huey! You have to get me out of here Huey. You don't wanna know what they'll do to me in jail.
They'll rape you, that's what they're gonna do. But you're not in jail, you're in holding, and I don't think people usually get raped in holding; hold on. (yelling) Granddad, do people get raped in holding?
(Jazmine starts to cry)
Stop stop stop! I don't want your granddad to know. I don't want anybody to know. Listen. They can't keep people in holding over the weekend. At nine o'clock tonight, they're going to put me on a bus and send me to real jail. REAL! JAIL! Earliest I can get out would be on Monday.
Well it's just the weekend.
IT ONLY TAKES ONE NIGHT TO GET ANALLY RAPED! Huey, the only way for me to get out of here is if you find the real killer tonight.
The real killer?! Nigga, I'm 10! How am I gonna find the real killer?
Alright alright alright. Damn.
Thank yooou Huuey. Whatever you do, don't tell my baby Jazmine. I don't want her to know her daddy was somebody's biiittcch! (he starts weeping)
Jazmine
Was that Daddy? Where is he? Is he okay? Was he kidnapped by terrorists?
Umm... your father wants you to know he's nobodys' bitch.
Jazmine
(cries loudly)
Jazmine
Oh, Huey! You’ve got a lunch meeting at 11:30 about the sound effects for the dog fight sequence.
Jazmine
The PTA is threatening a boycott of the play since you fired all the kids.
Jazmine
And... the principal is in your office to talk about the script.
(later, in Huey's office)
PPrincipal
First of all, I just wanted you to know we’re thrilled with the script.
W1Woman 1
Absolutely fantastic.
W2Woman 2
Brilliant. Wouldn’t change a thing.
PPrincipal
We just had a couple of notes.
W2Woman 2
Nothing significant.
PPrincipal
(flipping through the script) Lets see, uh, there’s a typo on page five; uh, there’s a continuity problem on page 32 — I think that scene’s supposed to be at night — and, let's see, umm... oh yeah, um, and, uh, Jesus can’t be black.
What do you mean he can’t be black?
PPrincipal
He can't be black. Maybe we can make Jesus another color.
W1Woman 1
How bout white?
W2Woman 2
We could probably do Italian.
PPrincipal
Jesus was Middle Eastern.
In addition to Arabs, the Middle East has always had many people of African descent, whom you would consider black.
PPrincipal
Sorry, can’t do it.
(Clears throat, presents contract)
PPrincipal
Oh right, that. (he tears it to pieces)
PPrincipal
(leaving) Best of luck.
W1Woman 1
(leaving) Break a leg.
W2Woman 2
(leaving) I can't wait for opening night.
(camera shows a disappointed Huey with a poster behind him that reveals the chosen title for his play: The Adventures of Black Jesus)
Jazmine
(wiggling her tooth) The tooth fairy will be coming soon.
Jazmine
Yup. Everytime I lose a tooth, the tooth fairy takes it away and leaves a dollar under my pillow.
There ain't no such thing as the tooth fairy.
Jazmine
Then who's leaving the money?
Probably your parents. They have both the cash and the access to your room.
Jazmine
Why would they lie to me?
Because the truth hurts Jazmine. The world is a hard and lonely place and nobody gets anything for free. And you want to know what else? One day, you and everyone you know is gonna die.
Jazmine
(runs away crying)
You enjoy abusing peoples' illusions. I respect that. It's thankless work. (pauses) Do you like my sunglasses? I wear sunglasses because my idol Dr. Bill Cosby wears sunglasses all the time, and you know what they say: "Cosbiness is next to Godliness."
Nobody, really. Just thought you might want to talk to someone who understands.
I know you better than you think, Huey Freeman.
(surprised, he turns around only to find that the man has disappeared)
Jazmine
So when do I get to see Sammy Davis, Jr. the Pony?
(acutely) When you learn how to run a respectable business.
Jazmine
Huh?
What the hell is up with this sign? What's this crude drawing suppose to be?
Jazmine
I-it's the M-M-Magical Pony Carriage.
This looks like a kid drew it. Look at this, why are all the "e's" backwards?
Jazmine
I-I-It... It's suppose to be c-cute.
You think ignorance is cute? Well, I suppose you think you think mental retardation is down right adorable. Lemonade, now! (Jazmine starts to cry and tries to pour a glass) How is anyone supposed to believe you can make lemonade when you can't even spell it? How old are you?
Jazmine
(crying) T-T-T-Ten.
(mocking her stuttering) T-T-T-Too damn old to be writing your "e's" backwards, damnit! (walks away, chuckles)
(speaking under his breath) Squirm little worm.
Jazmine
What happened?
It's okay Jazmine; you don't need him.
Jazmine
(angrily) What do you mean I don't need him?
Well you're not gonna let him treat you like that?
Jazmine
What, you think ponies grow on trees?
What kind of question is that? It's a large four-legged mammal.
Jazmine
Or maybe I'm just supposed to wait until I'm an old woman before I get my pony. How am I gonna look, Huey? A sixty-five year old woman riding a pony...
Jazmine
You just want everyone to be miserable because you're miserable. AND WHY ARE YOU WEARING THAT STUPID COAT?.. wish you'd go away...
(pondering) Let's see... I want a... umm...
(cut to female customer)
FCFemale customer
(speaking quickly) I'll take two small lemonades with ice, two small lemonades without ice, three large lemonades — one with ice, one with no ice, one with crushed ice...
(cut back to Granddad)
You guys have aaummmmmm... uh... hmmm...
(cut to Riley)
(slaps some change on the counter) That's all I got.
Jazmine
Lemonade is a dollar.
That's all I got! Make it work, I'm thirsty!
Jazmine
Lemonade is a dollar!
I ain't got no dollar! It's hot as hell out here, man, jus hook me up! All the money I spend up in this place? This some ol' bullshit!
Jazmine
Lemonade... is... a... DOLLAR!
(cut back to Granddad)
Hmm... Do you guys have anything other than lemonade?
Jazmine
(stares annoyingly at him)
(cut to Huey)
Jazmine, this is stupid. You're bein' exploited.
Jazmine
You'll never get anywhere in this world without doing a fair day's work for a fair day's pay.
Jazmine, Ed's never gonna give you that pony!
Jazmine
Next!
(cut to Tom)
Peaches, I think it's time you come inside.
Jazmine
Can't talk, Dad, makin' lemonade.
Come on, honey, I want you inside now.
ACAnnoyed customer one
I have been waiting twenty minutes for this lemonade.
ACAnnoyed customer two
I'm thirsty!
(approaching Tom) What's the problem?
Mr. Wuncler, ya know, yesterday I thought this was cute, but, don't you think you guys are taking this a little far?
Jazmine can leave whenever she wants, but Sammy Davis, Jr. the Pony will have to be put down.
Jazmine
What?!
He's your pony now. Your percentage was supposed to pay for his food and upkeep. Now he'll starve to death in a puddle of his own feces.
Jazmine
(begins sobbing loudly)
(obligedly) Oh come on... Mr. Wuncler...
Jazmine
I don't wanna leave, Mr. Wuncler! Please, Daddy, don't make me leave!
(pulling Tom aside) There you have it. You know the name of the game; your daughter chose me. Now we can handle this like some gentlemen, or we can get into some old gangster shit.
(nervous, goes back to Jazmine) Okay, best of luck, honey! (he scurries away)
Jazmine
Do you believe in God, Huey? I believe in God.
(interrupting) First of all, I'm gonna live forever, but if I do die I'm gonna smack God upside the head and go tell him to get me a grilled cheese sandwich and some tacos...
Jazmine
(to Huey) When I want something, or I'm afraid about something, I pray. Have you ever prayed?
(interrupting) ...And I dare God to say something. I be like, "Say somethin' God! Say somethin'! Yea I thought so..."
Jazmine
(to Huey) You should pray for Shabazz — God'll get him out of jail. They have to listen to Him... He's God.
(continuing)...And if God say somethin' I be like this. (he makes punching motions) Take that God. (Huey shakes his head) I be beatin' God's jaw like blikaa, blaa.