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EXT. JIM HILL SCHOOL - AFTERNOON
 
A teacher exits the front door, picks up a foot-long pipe and
rings a brass bell hanging from the porch roof.
 
Richard is the first out the door.
 
Cradling his books like a football, he leaps the steps and
runs from the school grounds.
 
 
 
EXT. BLACK COMMERCIAL DISTRICT - LATER
 
Still running, Richard passes various scenes of black life --
good and bad.
 
While some people go about daily business, many young men and
boys hang around. Some drink. A group shoots dice just
inside an alley. Some just sit as Richard rockets past.
 
 
 
EXT. NEWSPAPER OFFICE - LATER
 
Richard runs up the sidewalk and to the newsroom.
 
 
 
INT. NEWSROOM
 
A little out of breath, Richard enters and walks to the
Editor's desk. The man is loading his pipe.
 
RICHARD
Where's my story?
 
EDITOR
It's in galleys.
 
RICHARD
What's that?
 
EDITOR
It's what happens to a story when
we turn it into type. We're
publishing it.
 
Richard seems startled.
 
RICHARD
How much money will I get?
 
EDITOR
Son, we can't pay for a manuscript.
 
Richard pauses.
 
RICHARD
But you sell your papers for money.
 
EDITOR
Yeah, that's right.
 
RICHARD
If you don't give your paper away,
why should I give you my story?
 
EDITOR
Look, you're just starting. This
will put your writing and name
before our readers.
 
RICHARD
But if the story is good enough to
put in your paper, it seems like
I should be paid for it.
 
The Editor gives Richard a look.
 
EDITOR
Would you rather I don't run it?
 
Richard looks at the man.
 
RICHARD
No.
 
EDITOR
Good. I'm dividing it into three
weekly installments. The first
comes out next Friday.
 
The Editor stands, puffs his pipe, looks at Richard.
 
EDITOR
(continuing)
What grade are you in?
 
RICHARD
Ninth.
 
EDITOR
Do you work?
 
RICHARD
Yes.
 
EDITOR
Doing what?
 
RICHARD
Whatever I can.
 
EDITOR
Well, I might have some work for
you, on a space rate basis. You
interested?
 
Richard is surprised.
 
RICHARD
How much can I make?
 
EDITOR
Nickels and dimes. But it will be
good experience for you. You can
come in after school a few days
next week and we'll try you out.
(pause)
That agreeable to you, Mr. Wright?
 
RICHARD
Yes, sir, Mr...
 
The Editor offers his hand.
 
EDITOR
Gabriel. James Gabriel.
 
Richard shakes GABRIEL's hand.
 
 
 
EXT. SCHOOL GROUNDS - DAY
 
Richard is sitting on an old log bench scribbling in his
notebook.
 
Three of his classmates, including a PRETTY GIRL, approach.
The two boys plop down on either side of him. One boy,
GRIGGS, reaches behind to come over and lower an open
Southern Register down in front of Richard's face.
 
INSERT:
THE VOODOO OF HELL'S HALF-ACRE
A STORY BY RICHARD WRIGHT
 
PRETTY GIRL
(awed)
Richard, did you really write that
story?
 
RICHARD
Yes.
 
GRIGGS
Why?
 
RICHARD
Because I wanted to.
 
OTHER BOY
Where did you get it from?
 
Richard points to his head.
 
GRIGGS
You didn't make this up. You
copied it out of a book.
 
RICHARD
Griggs, if I had, no one would
have published it.
 
OTHER BOY
But what are they publishing it
for?
 
RICHARD
So people can read it.
 
GRIGGS
Who told you to do that?
 
RICHARD
Nobody.
 
GRIGGS
How much they pay you?
 
RICHARD
Nothing.
 
GRIGGS
(pause)
Then why did you do it?
 
RICHARD
Because I wanted to.
 
There is a long silence as the five classmates look strangely
at Richard.
 
GRIGGS
You are one crazy nigger.
 
 
 
INT. NEWSROOM - AFTERNOON
 
Richard sits at a small desk holding a pencil, concentrating
hard on a loose-leaf page. He scribbles some words.
 
Three other young black men are at typewriters.
 
Gabriel, his feet up on his desk, is reading from another
sheet of loose-leaf paper.
 
Suddenly, Gabriel's brow rises, he drops his feet to the
floor. He draws a circle around a passage of text, stands
and walks to the desk where Richard works.
 
GABRIEL
(stern)
Mr. Wright.
 
Richard looks up from his work.
 
RICHARD
Yes, sir?
 
Gabriel places the page in front of Richard.
 
GABRIEL
Read the circled text, please.
 
Richard reaches for the page.
 
RICHARD
Did I forget something?
 
GABRIEL
Read what I've marked, please.
 
Richard looks to the page and reads.
 
RICHARD
According to a Mr. Roger Stenkel,
who was fishing nearby, the nigger
boy, in his early teens, drowned
when the boat capsized in strong
current. The sheriff searched a
nearby...
 
GABRIEL
That's enough.
(pause)
You see anything wrong there?
 
Richard re-reads the words silently, then looks up.
 
RICHARD
Should I have put the time in?
 
Gabriel eyes go wide.
 
GABRIEL
My God, son! These ignorant white
crackers got you so addled you'd
use a word like that in a news
story?!
 
Richard looks up, bewildered. Gabriel looks at him a moment.
 
GABRIEL
(continuing)
Nigger, son. I'm taking about the
word nigger.
 
RICHARD
I... I didn't know that...
 
GABRIEL
Good God!
(pause)
Son, you don't refer to your own
people as niggers. In a news
story, you don't refer to their
color whatsoever unless it matters
to the story. And then they are
negroes or a black man, woman, boy
or girl. You got it?
 
RICHARD
Yes, sir.
 
Gabriel looks at Richard a moment, then his tone softens.
 
GABRIEL
These dumb hicks have really
messed your head, haven't they?
 
Richard's eyes drop to his desk, then return to Gabriel.
 
RICHARD
Mr. Gabriel, can I ask you a
question?
 
GABRIEL
Go ahead.
 
RICHARD
Why did you leave Chicago to move
down here?
 
Gabriel pauses a moment.
 
GABRIEL
My wife asks me that about once a
day.
(pause)
Because, son, I'm not getting any
younger. And this is where I may
best make a difference.
(pause)
You understand what I'm getting at?
 
RICHARD
I think so.
 
GABRIEL
(smiles)
You will. Remember this: words
are a most powerful weapon. If
you know how to use them, you can
create... or you can destroy.
(pause)
You have a gift. Don't squander
it. Don't let these dumb bastards
keep you down.
 
 
 
INT. GRANNY'S - RICHARD'S ROOM - EARLY MORNING
 
It is dark. Only a faint pre-dawn light illuminates.
Richard is asleep.
 
The door to his room opens and a dark, hulking figure is
backlit by a dim light beyond. It holds a gas lantern,
slightly lit, at just a weak glow.
 
The figure glides across to Richard. Nearly on him, a
gnarled hand reaches for the lantern. The gas comes up with
a deafening hiss and the light becomes a full strobe.
 
Richard's eyes snap open to the searing, pan-sized, walking-
dead face of GRANNY.
 
He screams.
 
It takes him a good long moment to realize where he is and
who and what this is in his room.
 
GRANNY
Richard, what is this you're
putting in the papers?
 
Richard composes himself, thinks and realizes what she is
talking about.
 
RICHARD
A story.
 
GRANNY
About what.
 
RICHARD
It's just a story, Granny.
 
GRANNY
But they tell me it's been in two
times.
 
RICHARD
It's the same story. It's in
three parts.
 
GRANNY
But what is it about?
 
Richard hesitates, as if sensing trouble.
 
RICHARD
It's just a story I made up.
 
GRANNY
Then it's a lie.
 
Richard roles his eyes.
 
RICHARD
Oh, Christ.
 
Granny boils.
 
GRANNY
You must get out of this house if
you take the name of the Lord in
vain!
 
RICHARD
Granny, please ... I'm sorry. But
it's hard to tell you about the
story. You see, Granny, everybody
knows that the story isn't true,
but ...
 
GRANNY
Then why write it?
 
RICHARD
Because people might want to read
it.
 
GRANNY
That's the Devil's work.
 
Granny turns down the lantern. Her pie-face fades to black
and she drifts from the room. Richard collapses back into
his bed and the dark.
 
RICHARD
Goddamn. Let me out of this place.
 
 
 
EXT. GABRIELS' HOME - ESTABLISHING - EVENING
 
The moon is full and bright.
 
A newer black sedan sits outside a modest, well-kept home.
Across the gravel road is a cotton field.
 
 
 
INT. GABRIELS' HOME - SAME TIME
 
There is laughter.
 
At a well-set dinner table, the meal nearly done, Richard
sits with Gabriel, his wife, ALICE, and his daughter, LILY,
a little older than Richard, very attractive.
 
Lily steals a look at Richard, and they meet eyes.
 
GABRIEL
(enjoying himself)
When I informed Mr. Mencken of my
intent to publish a newspaper in
the depths of Mississippi, he
advised me that I would have to
learn to write with only one-
syllable words, so as not to
befuddle my Southern readers. To
which I responded that the words
will be read by the intelligent
negro, not the backward white.
 
The four chuckle. Gabriel takes another pull of red wine.
Lily turns to her father, offers her water glass in to toast.
 
LILY
My father, the dedicated
missionary. He enlightens the
African in America.
 
GABRIEL
I shall accept that toast,
daughter.
 
Gabriel raises his wine glass and clinks Lily's glass.
 
ALICE
(turns to Richard)
James tells me you are quite the
budding writer, Richard.
 
RICHARD
I don't know about that Ma'am.
 
GABRIEL
Rubbish!
(drinks)
The first thing you will have to
learn, my young friend, is that a
true writer is never humble about
his craft.
 
Alice gives Gabriel a fond, humoring smile.
 
GABRIEL
(continuing)
The next time a person pays you a
compliment for your writing,
smile. Then admit that you are
perhaps even better than they know.
 
The four laugh.
 
ALICE
You know, Richard, Lily does a
little writing.
 
LILY
Mother...
 
RICHARD
(turns to Lily)
You do?
 
GABRIEL
It is true, a poet, indeed.
 
ALICE
She has been accepted to the
Howard University School of
English.
 
RICHARD
What?! You're going away to
college, already?!
 
LILY
What do you mean, already?
 
RICHARD
I mean... you're so young!
 
The parents are beaming. Lily, a little embarrassed, drinks
some water.
 
LILY
I'm almost seventeen.
 
RICHARD
Holy smokes.
 
He looks impressed, awed, maybe a little envious.
 
RICHARD
(continuing)
I wish...
 
Richard shuts up.
 
The three read his mind, the women spare him; not Gabriel.
 
GABRIEL
Boy, don't tell me you are not
going to college! Don't you tell
me that!
 
Richard is now deeply embarrassed.
 
GABRIEL
(continuing)
Tell me you will go on in school.
Tell me that...
 
ALICE
James!
 
GABRIEL
What?
 
ALICE
That's enough.
 
Gabriel understands and subdues himself.
 
GABRIEL
(to Richard)
We shall discuss this later.
 
Richard turns to Lily.
 
RICHARD
(sincerely)
I think it's wonderful that you
are going to university.
 
The four are quiet a moment. Richard and Lily exchange a
look. Alice notices this. She rises and reaches for a dish.
 
ALICE
Well, I'm going to clear the
table, if you all will excuse me.
 
Lily rises to help.
 
ALICE
(continuing)
No, Lily, you don't have to clear
tonight, you father will help with
the dishes.
 
GABRIEL
(surprised)
I will?
 
Alice gives him a look.
 
GABRIEL
(continuing)
Oh. I suppose I will.
 
ALICE
Lily, why don't you and Richard
take a stroll. It's a nice night.
 
Gabriel shoots a look at his daughter, then Richard.
 
GABRIEL
Yes... Very well then.
(pause)
But do be careful with that
poetry, young lady.
 
LILY ALICE
Father! James Gabriel!
 
GABRIEL
What?
 
Richard rises, walks to the door, and holds it open for Lily.
 
RICHARD
Mrs. Gabriel, that sure was a fine
meal. Thank you.
 
ALICE
You're welcome, Richard.
 
Lily exits and Richard follows. The parents watch the door
close. Then Alice turns to Gabriel and gives him a look.
 
ALICE
(continuing)
Careful with that poetry... really.
 
Gabriel smiles.
 
GABRIEL
I wasn't being metaphorical.
 
ALICE
Oh, you weren't, were you?
 
Gabriel shrugs, smiles.
 
 
 
EXT. COTTON FIELD - LATER
 
It is a beautiful night.
 
The bright moon sets the field to a glow. The Gabriels'
house is distant behind the cotton rows. Richard and Lily
stroll down a wagon path which runs between blooming stalks.
 
RICHARD
Your father is an interesting man.
 
LILY
Yes. He is that.
 
They stroll, quiet, comfortable, enjoying the night air.
 
LILY
(continuing)
Can I ask you something?
 
RICHARD
Sure.
 
LILY
Are you really not going to
college?
 
RICHARD
(pause)
I don't know. I have to work.
 
LILY
But you should go to school.
 
RICHARD
Maybe.
 
LILY
What do you mean, maybe?
 
RICHARD
(uncomfortable)
Alright, I should.
 
LILY
Of course you should. How could
you even consider otherwise?
 
Richard stops, his face registers irritation.
 
RICHARD
How? I'll tell you how. Right
now, 'cause of school, I can't
work full-time. I have to pay my
Granny for me and my mama's rent
and food. And if I don't start
working full-time and save some
money, I'll never get out of this
damn town, much less go to college.
 
Lily is quieted. She looks into Richard's eyes for a moment.
 
LILY
I'm sorry.
(pause)
Sometimes I forget how good I have
it.
 
Richard relaxes, smiles, touches her arm, they turn and walk.
 
LILY
(continuing)
It's just that you really do have
a talent... a real gift.
 
RICHARD
Now, why would you think that?
 
LILY
Because I read your story.
 
RICHARD
(surprised)
You did?
 
LILY
Yes... well, the first two parts.
I can't wait to see how it ends
next week.
 
Richard stops walking, looks at Lily, then resumes the stroll.
 
RICHARD
Is that true? You really want to
know how it ends? You're not just
being nice?
 
LILY
(smiles)
Honest. I really liked it.
 
Richard can't help but smile. He kicks a rock on the ground.
 
RICHARD
I'll be darned.
(pause)
Well, you know what this means...
 
LILY
What?
 
RICHARD
You have to let me read some of
your poetry.
 
Lily smiles; perhaps somewhat seductively.
 
LILY
I think I would prefer to read to
you some of my poetry.
 
The two stop and look to each other in the moonlight. The
moment is long. They move to kiss.
 
Behind them, at the edge of the field, dancing lights appear
over the cotton. A row of five torches move quickly toward
the house.
 
Richard and Lily kiss.
 
Men howl... rebel yells... the sound of breaking glass...
 
Still embraced, Richard and Lily look to the house.
 
LILY
(continuing)
What...
 
Richard grabs Lily's arm.
 
RICHARD
Come on!
 
They run for her home.
 
Now, mixed with the whooping voices, Gabriel can be heard.
 
GABRIEL
Cowards! You damned cowards!
Show yourselves, you despicable
bastards!
 
The heavy galloping of horses is heard, growing louder. Down
the path, coming from the house, right for Richard and Lily,
five mounted shapes emerge from darkness.
 
Richard pulls Lily from the wagon road.
 
RICHARD
Get down! Get down!
 
The two land among the cotton stalks alongside the path.
 
The hooded, cloaked riders tear past and away down the path.
 
Richard and Lily get up and race for the house.
 
 
 
EXT. GABRIELS' HOME
 
Gabriel and Alice are stomping out several small, scattered
fires which burn on the porch. Windows are broken out.
 
GABRIEL
Goddamn cowardly sonofabitches!
 
Richard and Lily freeze, then run to help put out the fires.
 

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