"Dat Spice"
Radio
EXT. THE CORNER
The sounds of a street corner can be heard. It sounds
urbanish. DEALER and his boy, DEALER'S BOI are on the block
chopping it up.
DEALER'S BOI
Ayo! What's cracka-lacka-lacka-
lackin' Boi?!
DEALER
Out here gettin' it on the daily,
ya feel me?
DEALER'S BOI
My duuuuuuuuude, bet.
DEALER
Yezzzzzir! So what you need fam?
DEALER'S BOI
Word round the block is you got
that lil' somethin' somethin'.
DEALER
Oh you must be talkin' bout dat
Spice Market, dat Spice Girls
covered in like all the spices,
extra hot, extra spicy ish...
DEALER hands DEALER'S BOI a little tree during the convo. It
can't be seen, just imagine it happens or hear it.
DEALER
Man smell dis.
DEALER'S BOI sniffs semi deeply but deep enough to be heard.
DEALER'S BOI
Gimme 3, bout to throw em in my car
right now!
ANNOUNCER (V.O.)
Little Trees Car Fresheners.
Strong Stuff.
"Dealership"
TV
EXT. THE CORNER - DAY
Open on a man looking suspect on the corner. He is DEALER, a
wannabe gangsta aka wanksta. He's up to no good. A car pulls
up to him slowly with the window pre-rolled down.
DEALER
What you need fam?
MAN (NERVOUSLY)
I've... uh... never done this
before... but I heard you had some--
DEALER
Chill foo, feds watchin'.
MAN (STILL NERVOUS AND NOW AWKWARD)
Yea, uh, yea... I got you ho-mie.
Can I get some of the Black Ice?
DEALER
125 for 1, 375 for 3, 750 for 6.
MAN (VERY UNSURE AND INDECISIVE)
Can I get 6?
DEALER
Money first.
MAN gives DEALER the money: he counts it and motions with his
head for MAN to drive around the block. He does and is met by
RUNNER who gives a 6-pack of Black Ice Little Trees.
RUNNER
You be careful, dis got dat kick.
MAN (WRONG NEIGHBORHOOD NERVOUSNESS)
Thank you.
Logo and tag super in.
LITTLE TREES
STRONG STUFF
"Da Block is Hot"
TV
EXT. THE CORNER - DAY
Open on a man on a corner. He is DEALER, a wannabe gangsta
aka wanksta. A police car approaches him.
LOOKOUT (O.S.)
5-0!
DEALER tries to run but is too slow and gets cornered.
COP
I thought I told you I wanted my
streets clean boy. On the wall,
spread em'.
COP aggressively throws DEALER to wall and searches him.
We're bordering on police brutality territory here.
DEALER
Man, I ain't even do nothin'.
COP
Yea... what's this?
The search reveals a bag of Little Trees.
DEALER
Man, I'm just tryin' to get mines.
COP
Oh yea? --
COP sniffs one of the Little Trees. Its power stops him in
his tracks.
COP
This stuff is dangerous... I don't
wanna see you out here again.
COP confiscates the Little Trees, gets in his car, hangs a
Little Tree from his rearview mirror (all while staring at
DEALER), reverses, and drives off.
DEALER
(sucks teeth)
How he gon' jack me like that?
Logo and tag super in.
LITTLE TREES
STRONG STUFF
"Da Big House"
Digital
PRISON ROOM - DAY
DEALER got locked up and now he's chatting up with LAWYER to
see what his next moves are..
DEALER (EAGER)
So what's goodie?
LAWYER (LAWYERISH)
I don't understand.
DEALER (LIKE A NORMAL PERSON)
When am I going to get out of here?
LAWYER (GRIM)
...
(beat)
You know... these are serious
charges. They want to make an
example out of you.
DEALER (UNINTERESTED)
...And?
LAWYER
And, like I said this is serious,
they're ready and willing to throw
the whole book at you--
DEALER (HE MAD)
What I pay you for then?! Money
don't grow on trees. I just be
sellin' em.
LAWYER
That's what I'm talking about, you
can't go on incriminating yourself
like that. It makes my job...
difficult.
DEALER (LOWKEY MAD)
Difficult? Oh, somebody knows big
words and stuff. Look at you smarty
pants. Probably went to non-
community college and ish. I bet
the honeys was fine, smart,
independent women out there too,
but you had no time for dat noise,
with yo head in all those books.
LAWYER
Harvard Law actually--
DEALER
Boi, who asked you?! So like I said
from the beginnin'
(beat)
What's the dealio?
LAWYER
...
(sighs)
They want to cut a deal, they said
they can make your life easy if you
give up a few people.
DEALER (PUTTING HIMSELF FIRST)
Who?
LAWYER
T-Sizzle, B-Rad, $$... well, they
want everybody.
DEALER (CONFLICTED)
No, no, no, them my boys, I ain't
never givin' them up on moms yo.
And you lie, first you said a few
people and then you say
"everybody"?! The game don't work
like dat. I ain't no snitch. You
hear me? I AIN'T NO SNITCH. This
game goes deep. We a family. Sure,
I wanna get outta here, wouldn't
you? Livin' in some tiny cell with
some foo who'd probably be up to no
good in yo neighborhood. Man, dat
don't sit right. It changes you.
For reals. I gotta get outta here,
it's breaking me. But that, 'that'
that you told me to do right now,
to do to my boys, my family, my
peeps, that ain't gonna happen. No
way, no how. Can you blame me? Can
you blame people like me? We out
here tryin' to survive errday in
this crazy world. We doin' what we
gotta do, and somehow that's
against the rules? We ain't even
make the rules. Think about all the
crazy stuff that's legal yo.
Alcohol, tobacco, prescription
meds, sugar-filled candy, soda,
social media, the news, man all
that stuff messes you up more than
what I be sellin'. You don't see
anybody gettin' locked up for that.
Why? Cuz the rules wasn't made for
people like me. Not the people
where I'm from. Not the people on
my block. And they label us a
menace cuz they can't control us,
they can't tell us how to think.
That's all part of the system. And
it's bull. Me sittin' here right
now, bull. You comin' here talking
about 'give up yo boys', bull. Even
me contemplating dat mess, bull.
IT'S ALL BULL! And I'm done.
(beat)
Meeting over. GUARD!
GUARD comes over to get DEALER and take him back to his cell.
LAWYER (SHOCKED)
Ok...
Logo and tag super in.
LITTLE TREES
STRONG STUFF