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RENE
I gotta go pee.
Rene weaves across the room. Suddenly, he stops cold. He's staring at
Jean's painting. He doesn't move.
RENE (CONT'D)
(to himself)
Who did this?
(beat – louder)
Who did this?
ARTIST #2
I don't know. I told
you, this isn't my apartment.
ARTIST #3
I know who did that.
That's Jean Michel's. He's right here, man...
He turns to look for Jean.
ARTIST #3
Fuck, man, where'd he
go? Where's Jean?
Benny looks around ineffectually and shrugs.
RENE
(to himself)
It's fucking amazing.
Motherfucker's got to put a crown on it.
ARTIST #1
(yelling from the window)
Rene, man, check this
out. Whoa... He's kinda cute.
Rene looks to him and back at the
painting. He takes one last look.
He stumbles towards the window and
grabs the binoculars from Artist #1..
We look through the binoculars' POV at
a GUY coming down the street. He's wearing all
black, cowboy boots, and sunglasses.
RENE
Naaaa. Poor thing has a
little dick.
ARTIST #2
How do you know?
RENE
Just look at him.
(Rene hands the binoculars to him)
Little silver thingies
on his cowboy boots? Honey, I don't think so.
He looks around the room again as if looking for Jean.
ARTIST #3
Whoa – check it out.
It's him!
Rene grabs binoculars.
BINOCULARS POV:
Jean pauses before one of his own graffiti pieces:
Rene watches in awe. Jean, moving a bit slowly, `signs' his tag with the
copyright sign. He walks off.
RENE
MOTHAFUCKAH!
ARTIST #2
That's the same guy who
did this painting.
RENE
I know that. Don't let
him get away.
He hands the binoculars to Artist #3 and runs towards the door.
EXT. STREET – NIGHT
BINOCULARS POV
We watch as Rene looks frantically for Jean, but can't spot him. Finally
he sees Jean's hair-do bobbing up and down a block away. He runs towards it.
RENE
Hey, wait up!!!
Huffing and puffing, he catches up.
RENE
You heard of Albert
Milo. I made that niggah. I'm Rene Ricard. Didn't you read "Not About
Albert Milo?" I know who to hype. Baby, I'm gonna make you a star.
BASQUIAT
Can you put me in the
ring with him?
RENE
I can put you in the
ring with him. Even book the dates.
(beat)
But those big boys know
how to fight. They could make you look real sissy.
(they laugh)
I was looking at that
painting upstairs. It's the first time a picture made me embarrassed to own
anything.
(beat)
So what's your real name?
'Samo?'
BASQUIAT
Jean Michel Basquiat.
They shake hands.
RENE
Sounds famous already.
INT. PS 1 SHOW – DAY
INSERT: A huge poster reads:
"NEW YORK / NEW WAVE
100 ARTISTS"
CLOSE ON: A HAMMER, POUNDING
Jean pounds a nail into one of his pieces, nailing it directly onto the
wall. Everyone stares.
Oh child... You got no
respect. Didn't anyone teach you how to mount paintings?
Rene smiles. Jean finishes pounding the last piece into the wall.
CAMERA pulls back to reveal several
of Jean's paintings – found objects with paint on them.
RENE (CONT'D)
This is a very important
season in New York. One's public appearance is absolute.
(beat – a man approaches)
Oh!!! Louise!!! I'd like
you to meet Jean Michel Basquiat –
(beat)
SAMO. This is Henry Geldzahler.
A crowd begins to gather around the work.
HENRY
Ohh... SAMO. I've heard
a lot about you. I love your graffiti.
BASQUIAT
I was a kid then.
HENRY
(to Rene)
How much are these?
RENE
You or the museum?
HENRY
It's for me.
RENE
Five.
HENRY
I'll take it.
Henry leaves.
RENE
That's five thousand
dollars.
(hissing to Jean)
He's from the
Metropolitan Museum of Art so suck my pussy, you star.
LATER
There seems to be a buzz about Jean
already. People gather around his paintings.
Gina arrives. She looks great.
You look fucking
beautiful, beautiful.
GINA
Well thanks!
ANNINA NOSEI, a sophisticated, well-groomed woman appears at Jean's side. She takes
in his paintings.
As Jean, Rene, and Annina talk, Gina
is left out.
RENE
This is Jean Michel,
whose work I told you about.
ANNINA NOSEI
(to Jean)
Rene hasn't stopped
talking about your paintings. Haven't I seen you in my gallery?
BASQUIAT
No.
ANNINA NOSEI
(to Rene)
You haven't been by
lately.
RENE
I didn't have the subway
fare. My Medicare ran out.
ANNINA NOSEI
(to Jean)
How do you come up with
all those words you put over everything?
BASQUIAT
I don't know.
Jean sees Bruno and turns his back to
her.
Bruno looks at the paintings with a
smile... He gives a cheerful nod to Annina.
You're doing well.
He leaves. Annina's impressed that Jean knows Bruno.
ANNINA NOSEI
I'd love to see some
more of your work... Where's your studio?
BASQUIAT
You name it, I paint
there.
ANNINA NOSEI
Well, I don't want to
get mugged on a Bowery street corner. Maybe I could find a place for you to
work. Take my card.
BASQUIAT
You want a drink?
He produces a pint bottle in a paper sack.
ANNINA NOSEI
No thanks.
(to Rene)
But I'd like one of
these paintings.
She walks off.
GINA
Who's that?
RENE
You kidding? That's
Annina Nosei. Jean's been in her gallery a thousand times.
(to Jean)
You slut. How do you
know Bruno Bischofberger?
(to Gina)
He's only the biggest
art dealer in Europe.
BASQUIAT
I had lunch with him
once.
INT. GINA'S APARTMENT (BEDROOM) –
NIGHT
Jean and Gina lay in bed.
BASQUIAT
Which island of Hawaii
do you want our house to be on? Maui? Kaui? Molokai?
GINA
(a little upset)
I hadn't thought about
it.
BASQUIAT
(in perfect Hawaiian)
Oahu, Lanai, Niihau,
Kahoolawee –
GINA
Staten Island would be
ok.
Beat. Silence.
Jean can't sleep. He stares at the
ceiling.
Do you wanna marry me?
Beat.
No reply.
Gina's asleep.
INT. GINA'S APARTMENT (KITCHEN) –
LATER (NIGHT)
Quietly, Jean kneels on the floor of the kitchen. He paints on an old
window.
He draws figures of three people
sitting at a table – obviously a family. He crosses out one person and paints a
dog under the table.
He crosses everything out.
He mixes the paint in a large bowl and
starts again.
Again, he crosses everything out.
INT – GINA'S APARTMENT – MORNING
Jean continues to work. He's wearing
pajamas and a bathrobe.
Gina enters, waking up.
She looks at the painting.
Kind of a family
portrait.
Jean moves to add something. She stops him.
GINA (CONT'D)
It looks done.
BASQUIAT
Think so?
He pauses.
BASQUIAT (CONT'D)
... babies.
GINA
You mean babies with
you?
BASQUIAT
What's wrong with me?
GINA
You're your own baby.
Jean paints out the image.
There's a KNOCK at
the door.
GINA
Who is it?
ANNINA NOSEI (O.S)
Annina Nosei.
GINA
Who?
Jean jumps up and locks himself in the bathroom. Gina goes to the door,
unlocks the chain, and looks out.
GINA (CONT'D)
(through the crack)
Hello? Oh. Come in.
She opens the door.
ANNINA NOSEI
Is Jean Michel here?
GINA
No.
Closed in the bathroom, Jean smiles while eavesdropping.
ANNINA NOSEI
