Leave The Driving To Us

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In Chapter 5 of FILLMORE, after Clarence gets run off the road by the cops, the car explodes, and he's severely injured. Then is mother Idola gets a stern lecture at work where she works as a maid that she'll get fired if her son continues to get in trouble ...


INT. TILLY’S CAR - NIGHT
Joe looks at Clarence,
wild-eyed, freaked out.

JOE
C’mon, LET’S GO.

Joe YANKS OPEN the door.
Runs away.

Clarence tries to move.
But he CAN’T.

CLARENCE
Joe, COME BACK.
My legs are stuck.

GRIZZLED VET AND ROOKIE COP
Stand on the shoulder
looking down at Clarence.

GRIZZLED VET
That’s that negro that was
messin’ with Tilly Sackler.

ROOKIE COP
That’ll teach ‘em.
(sniffs)
Smells like pork.

CLARENCE
Desperately tries to pull
his legs free, but he can’t.
They’re twisted under
the ruined steering wheel.

The flames grow higher,
BURNING his legs.

CLARENCE
JOE, HELP ME. I’m STUCK --

THE COPS
Watch Clarence burn.

ROOKIE COP
Burn, you black sonofabitch.

GRIZZLED VET
C’mon, let’s get the fuck outta here.
We just saved our friends the trouble
of paying him a visit.

They jump in the car and
TEAR OFF in a crunch of gravel.

CLARENCE
SCREAMS OUT in pain.

CLARENCE
JOOOE --

JOE
Hears him.
Comes out from the bushes.

Sees the car on fire.
And that the cops are gone.
He RACES OVER.

JOE
CLARENCE.
He YANKS Clarence out of the car.
DRAGS him to the embankment --
just as the car EXPLODES,
THROWING THEM onto the grass.

INT. FIRST NATIONAL BANK - CORRIDOR - LATE AFTERNOON
Idola is down on her knees
scrubbing the marble floor with a brush
and a bucket of soapy water.

The BANK MANAGER’S (50’s) a typical stuffy,
pompous white guy approaches her.

POMPOUS BANK MANAGER
Your son’s been getting
in a lot of trouble, Idola.
If it keeps up,
we’ll have to let you go.

IDOLA
I’m sorry, I’ve been trying to --

POMPOUS BANK MANAGER
It doesn’t look good to
our customers, Idola. People talk.
Make sure that boy stays in line,
or else. Understand?

IDOLA
Yes, sir.

He walks away.

IDOLA
Good night, Mr. Wells.

INT. CLARENCE’S HOUSE - BOYS’ BEDROOM - NIGHT
Clarence lies asleep in bed,
his legs all bandaged.
His brothers are also fast asleep.

Idola sits next to his bed.
Strokes his brow.
Shakes her head sadly.

IDOLA
Lord help me do the right thing.
Please protect this child.
In Jesus’ name I pray.