Basquiat BASQUIAT screenplay by Julian Schnabel copyright 1993 revised 8/12/94 BLACK We HEAR "Waltzing Matilde," by Tom Waits. INT--MUSEUM OF MODERN ART--DAY (DREAM SEQUENCE IN GRAINY BLACK AND WHITE) Fade out music. Silence. A well-dressed black BOY and his MOTHER walk through several galleries. They stand before Picasso's "Guernica," holding hands. The mother is disturbed. Crying. The boy looks up, confused and frightened, concerned to see his mother crying in public. She looks at him tenderly. Her brow furrows. She stops crying. She stares just above his eyes. Something's happening: she looks with wonder at the top of his head.. his eyes roll upward, trying to see----it's a crown! He raises his hands. He touches it. A beam of light illuminates the crown, casting its glow on his mother's face. The beam gets whiter, the rest of the screen gets black. INT---CARDBOARD BOX Silence. In darkness, we hear a VOICE---imbued with a sense of its own history: VOICE (O.S.) Everybody wants to get on the Van Gogh boat. There's no trip so horrible that someone won't take it. The idea of the unrecognized genius slaving away in a garret is a deliciously foolish one. We must credit the life of Vincent Van Gogh for really sending this myth into (CONTINUED) VOICE (O.S. CONT'D) orbit. How many pictures did he sell? One? He couldn't give them away. We are so ashamed of his life that the rest of art history will be retribution for Van Gogh's neglect. No one wants to be part of a generation that ignores another Van Gogh. The beam of light shines through a small hole. It falls upon a sleeping, dreaming, delighted face. It belongs to JEAN MICHEL BASQUIAT. OUTDOOR, DAYTIME SOUNDS filter in. Hearing the voice, Jean frowns at being woken up. EXT--TOMPKINS SQUARE PARK---DAY A long, rectangular cardboard box. SUPER: NEW YORK CITY ANGLE ON: RENE RICARD (early 30's), seated at a park bench, hunched over a notebook. He's a raggedy dandy: a poet in a hooded sweatshirt and white hightops. As he writes, he reads aloud, as if addressing Posterity. RENE (CONT'D) (sighing theatrically) In this town one is at the mercy of the recognition factor. One's public appearance is absolute. Beyond him, a HAND gropes its way out of the box. It tosses a can of YOOHOO chocolate drink. RENE (CONT'D) I consider myself a metaphor of the public. I am a public eye. I am a witness. A HEAD appears from the box. It's Jean's. Jean sees the start of a crisp, colorful autumn day. The urban park around him is alive with a typically full range of the good and bad in life. He eases himself out of the oversize box in which he has spent the night. There's something about the way that he stands while waking up that suggests he's almost surprised at his own body, the adultness of his limbs---just a subtle hint of him coming out of a dream. He squints in the sunlight. He has a soft, gentle, Haitian face. His hair is pulled tight to his head. He wears two pairs of blue jeans (one cut like chaps over the other) a paint-covered Wesleyan University T-shirt, and the inside lining of an overcoat. His appearance is unruly, but it's deliberate. He's stylish. He shakes himself off and collects his stuff, which includes: a small book of Pontormo drawings, a can of black spray paint and a cigar box made into a loudspeaker with pencil holes and masking tape. Jean walks out of the park and looks up past the buildings at the sky: SUPERIMPOSED IN THE SKY--- STOCK FOOTAGE OF A HAWAIIAN SURFER. Jean sees the surfer, `riding the nose' in glistening, shimmering sunlight [NO SOUND]. DISSOLVE TO: EXT----TOMPKINS SQUARE PARK---DAY Rene grabs the box for use as a desk and continues to speak out loud as he writes. RENE (CONT'D---O.S.) Part of the artist's job is to get the work where I will see it. EXT---LOWER EAST SIDE ST.---DAY As he speaks, we see Jean pass the wall of a funeral parlor. He spraypaints: SAMO AS AN ALTERNATIVE TO GOD RENE (O.S., CONT'D) When you first see a new picture, you don't want to miss the boat. You have to be very careful because you may be staring at Van Gogh's ear. Jean signs his words with his `logo,' a triple pointed crown. As he presses the spray can, we HEAR the roar of a breaker. CUT TO: INSERT: CLOSE-UP OF SIDEWALK: Pressed into the concrete is a pair of EYEGLASSES. A light-colored piece of rock completes the picture to make a face. EXT---LESHKO'S RESTAURANT----DAY JEAN'S POV: his shoes pause next to the face in the concrete. CUT TO: In front of the restaurant is a METAL BILLBOARD with red plastic magnetized LETTERS that reads: TODAY'S SPECIAL: CLAM CHOWDER $1.50 TRY IT!! CUT TO: INT.----LESHKO'S----DAY Jean enters. CUT TO: EXT---LESHKO'S RESTAURANT---DAY The sign. It now reads: SAMO'S DAY OLD TEETH $5.00 CUT TO: INT----LESHKO'S RESTAURANT---DAY Bending over a countertop, we see GINA CARDINALE, 22. He fixates on her. She looks up and notices his stare. She continues to work. Still staring at her, he sits down at a table. He pours maple syrup onto the table. He draws in the syrup with his fingers. CLOSE ON: syrup on table. ANOTHER WAITRESS arrives at his table. She's put off by the syrup. WAITRESS What'll it be? Jean thinks about it, eyes still following Gina. BASQUIAT Ummm. It'll be great. We'll live together in peace. What's her name? (indicates Gina) He looks up at the waitress. WAITRESS Gina. What'll it be? BASQUIAT Pancakes. She leaves and whispers something to Gina. Gina turns and glances over at Jean. Jean pours more syrup and starts writing his name. At the grill, LESHKO, the burly owner/cook, has his watchful eye on Jean. He doesn't like what he sees. Jean smears the syrup thinly, so it doesn't erase itself. He draws a picture of Gina, using his fingers and the silverware, rendering her last expression strikingly with a few quick lines. A GAUNT YOUNG MAN saunters up to Jean's table. He's sort of a tall Puerto Rican Alain Delon with sleepy eyes. He is BENNY. BENNY Hey----Willie Mays. BASQUIAT Willie Mays. Suddenly, Rene Ricard enters---a one-man parade. He beckons to Gina, snapping his fingers. RENE Nurse!! Oh!! Nurse!! Carrot juice. Tofu burger. Rapido! GINA We don't serve that--amigo. RENE Fine.. A greasy cheeseburger. Fries---and a vodka. BASQUIAT (under his breath) Who's that? BENNY The Devil, man. Rene Ricard. Art critic ---writes for Artforum. People read him. Tell him who you are.. BASQUIAT Who am I? BENNY SAMO. BASQUIAT Oh yeah.. Rene lands at the counter. Jean's gaze is still on Gina. She waits on a MAN at a nearby table. CUSTOMER How's the special today? GINA It's your stomach. She hurries past Jean. BASQUIAT Hey. She slows down, not wanting to. BASQUIAT (CONT'D) What do you think? She looks at her portrait in the syrup.. She can't resist smiling. GINA It's me. I've never been done in maple syrup. Here's a rag. Gina smiles. She offers him one. As she holds it out, their eyes lock. She tries to resist his smile. BASQUIAT (gently) Gina? She puts her finger in the syrup and licks it off. Benny takes it all in. Leshko is upon them. LESHKO Alright. Look at you, staring at this girl, making a mess. He waves Jean toward the door. Jean takes Gina's rag and begins cleaning his mess, seemingly compliant. BASQUIAT How about those pancakes? He brings out a roll of dimes to the tabletop and splits it open. Dimes roll all over the table and stick in the syrupy parts. The manager explodes. LESHKO Ok! Goodbye! GINA Pipe down, Lech. Let him order. LESHKO You nuts? Let him order? You on his side? You're not such a good waitress. You get out, too. GINA I just don't think you're being fair. LESHKO I need this? GINA I need this? Gina quietly removes her apron in disbelief. Benny gets up to leave very casually. BENNY (waving g'bye to Jean) Willie Mays. LESHKO (to Gina:) That's right. You go with them. Make babies the government has to pay for. CUT TO: Gina and Jean leave the restaurant. Behind them, we see Rene, absorbed in his writing. EXT---AVE. A---DAY They stand outside, not knowing quite what comes next. Jean gives Benny a look (i.e. `scram'). BENNY Catch you later. Benny leaves. A CHILLY WIND picks up. Jean's mood is suddenly downcast. They button up their overcoats, about to leave. GINA What's a job, anyway? (pause) What's wrong with you? The truth is, he feels awful for causing Gina's trouble, but shows it by moping like a child. GINA (CONT'D) No, don't tell me--you just got fired by your crazy boss. BASQUIAT I guess you did. GINA Guess I just got sick of him. BASQUIAT Can I walk you home? GINA I think I could do that alone. Gina walks away. He runs after her. BASQUIAT Wait, I'm in a band....We're at the Mudd Club on Halloween. I'll put you on the list. Gina turns and looks back at Jean. GINA I hate the Mudd Club. He catches up to her. Gina notices a dead leaf in his hair and picks it out. GINA (CONT'D) Have you been camping? You could use a scrub. BASQUIAT I'm clean. Smell me. I always smell good. I don't know why, I just do! He leans forward, offering his neck. GINA (smelling) You do! You definitely do. BASQUIAT Just come to the Mudd Club on Friday. GINA I don't go there. Too many party girls. BASQUIAT Party girls? Can I call you? GINA (teasing him) Yeah, if you have any dimes left. 477-0496. He writes her number on his pant cuff with a big fat magic marker. BASQUIAT Here, this is for you. I made this. He hands her the small speaker. She takes it. GINA Thanks. She admires the speaker watches him walk off. EXT---MENTAL HOSPITAL (OUTSIDE THE CITY)---EXT We see Jean crossing a lawn outside a mental hospital. INT--MENTAL HOSPITAL---RECREATION/VISITING ROOM---DAY PSYCH. PATIENTS fill a cavernous day-room engaged in arts and crafts. Some of the sadder patients stare off into space as Jean crosses the room. He carries a plate of cookies and a full glass of milk. He approaches a sad, nice-looking, middle-aged black woman--the same one from the dream, earlier. She sits alone fondling a pillow in her lap. It's his mother, MATILDE. She doesn't see him coming. As he sets the plate in front of her, she notices him. She recognizes him and seems pleased, even in her isolation. He kisses her on the cheek. BASQUIAT Hey, mom. She smiles slightly. Jean takes a cookie. She does likewise. They eat in silence, looking at each other, communicating what they can. Time passes. In between cookies her fingers find and break the stems of the pillow feathers. BASQUIAT (CONT'D) I met the girl I'm gonna marry. His mother brightens. She drinks the milk. They finish the cookies. MATILDE Do you like it here? BASQUIAT I'd like it better in Hawaii. INT---CARDBOARD BOX--NIGHT Jean tries to sleep in the box. RAIN falls heavily onto it. Drops of water hit his face. He wills it to stop. It doesn't. Finally, he can't stand it. Rain forces his blinking eyes open. INT---BENNY'S APARTMENT--- NIGHT A door opens to reveal Jean's wet face. Benny lets him in. Jean enters a rundown railroad flat crammed with musical instruments, beer cans, and homemade art. There's a couch with a sheet over it. Junk is piled in a corner---mostly art books and drawings. Benny sits down at an electric piano, which he's evidently playing. He sings along, softly, working out the words, concentrating, absorbed. Jean sets his belongings on the couch, walks to a mic stand and starts making up his own words. BASQUIAT "She loves me. Oh yeah she loves me! She loooooooves me, Oh yeah she loves me!" Bring me some chicken, baby! BENNY Would you shut the fuck up? You hear what I'm doing? BASQUIAT Yeah man. I'm jealous. You're always great, Benny. (goes back into `act') "Her name is G-I-N-A Gina And she lo-oooves me." I did say chicken! Benny turns off the piano and lights a roach, angry at Jean's self-centeredness. Jean digs through a pile of garbage. Finally, he finds what he's looking for---a pile of "SAMO baseball cards"---color Xeroxes of his favorite images and words. He pockets them. BASQUIAT (CONT'D) I knew I left these somewhere. One of these'll send your kids to college someday. (hands it to Benny solemnly) Here--I made this for you. BENNY Thanks. (beat) Your dad called again--something about a job. He hands Jean a slip of paper. He notices the number on Jean's pants. BENNY (CONT'D) You got a date already? BASQUIAT (exhaling) We're getting married. She said she could tell I was a great artist---she could see it in my eyes. She said she wanted to be by my side and have inter-racial babies with me. Benny grins. He grabs a basketball and spins it expertly on his index finger. BENNY G'night.. See you in court tomorrow. Jean turns on the TV. He notices the roach. He picks up the paper Benny gave him with the message from his father and sets it on fire. He lights the roach with it. He looks up; on television, we see a BUM being interviewed. Jean turns up the volume. The bum's on the ground, looking beat up. Jean picks up a pocket recorder and turns it on: BUM The guy just hit me and I was on the ground!!! Boom, for real. Jean mutes the sound on the TV. He rewinds and proudly plays back the words "Boom, for real." He picks up the phone and dials. He turns on the speakerphone. Jean holds the recorder to the speaker as someone answers the phone. [Jean walks in and out of frame throughout the following] VOICE Hello? BASQUIAT (deadpan) I-Is this the s-s-suicide h-h-hotline? VOICE Yes. My name is Chris. What's yours? BASQUIAT Jean Michel. CHRIS That's a beautiful name. French? BASQUIAT Haitian. I'm going to kill myself. I'm taking pills. Reds, blues, greens. Jean opens his notepad and looks down a long list of seemingly random words. He comes to the words (in order) "liquid, hijack," and "Marlboros." CHRIS What? Wait a minute.. Talk to me. BASQUIAT (about to sob) Life doesn't.. make...sense. This city's k-killing me. I want my liquid hijack Marlboros! CHRIS What? Life's beautiful. Depression isn't permanent. Don't you believe that? (pause) What is it--did your girlfriend leave you? BASQUIAT No! I have a boyfriend. He loves me. Jean spies an electric pencil sharpener and plugs it in. CHRIS You see? You have someone to live for. BASQUIAT No, I don't. I'm alone. We all are. Especially here. The world's unjust. The respect fools get. The disrespect I get. CHRIS What is it you want? Respect? I have respect for you, just for making this call. One philosopher said "Sadness is a sin against the richness of the world." Think about it. Feel it. BASQUIAT You don't even know me. I want real respect. He jams a pencil into the electric sharpener and holds the receiver right next to it, giving the guy an earful: RRRRKKKKKKK!! ANGLE ON: A speaker. CLOSE UP. It fills the screen. We continue to hear: CHRIS (O.S.) (beat) What? What do you want? BASQUIAT (breaking loose) Fame. My liquid hijack Marlboros and the moon and the cow that jumped over it. CAMERA PULLS BACK FROM SPEAKER TO REVEAL: INT---MUDD CLUB---HALLOWEEN NIGHT Jean and Benny are on stage with two other GUYS, members of the band Gray. Everyone but Jean is dressed in some sort of Halloween costume. We HEAR the words "Boom, for real" blasting from the P.A. system. What follows is a continuation, a collage of words from Jean's "suicide hotline" call--- P.A. One philosopher said "Give me my liquid hijack Marlboros. Life's beautiful. You have someone to live for. What do you want? RKKKK! That's a beautiful name...French? Jean sits in a chair onstage with his band members. Benny plays the organ. The other band members play percussion and guitar. It works. The crowd loves it. The song ends abruptly. We begin to hear James Brown's "Sex Machine." Jean looks out into the crowd and notices Gina. She's looking right back at him from the bar. Pleased to see her face, he says to himself-- BASQUIAT Boom, for real. We see him walk offstage into the crowd. They meet. BASQUIAT (CONT'D) I thought you hated this place? GINA I do. (beat) I just said that. I was never here before. I actually like it. [MUSIC segues into PIL's "Public Image"] BASQUIAT Let's get out of here. He leads her towards the exit. They step out of the club. EXT---MUDD CLUB---NIGHT [HIGH, WIDE ANGLE] It's raining heavily. Jean motions for Gina to wait under the entrance. He tries to hail a cab.. And another. And another. A parade of them passes, but each time they slow down, they get a glimpse of Jean and drive off. Finally, Gina steps out of the entrance. She raises her hand, and a car pulls over instantly. INT---CAB--NIGHT They scurry into the backseat. The cab pulls off. EXT---CHINESE RESTAURANT---NIGHT Through a steamy, rain-wet window, we see Jean and Gina seated at a table, dining. They seem to be having a nice time. INT---GINA'S APT.----NEXT MORNING Gina lays in bed. Daylight streams into the apartment. Jackhammers RATTLE outside. (Music: REGGAE SONG--Errol Scorcher's "Cockroach in de Corner.") ECU: A cockroach crawls from Gina's bedroom across the floor and into the kitchen where Jean sits naked on the floor, working on a drawing. It crawls over his drawing towards a cardboard box. Jean rummages through a cabinet. He finds a can of bugspray. Jean tears off a side of the box. With cardboard in one hand and bugspray in the other, he forgets the cockroach. He's mesmerized by the list of ingredients on the aerosol can. Someone POUNDS furiously at the door. Ignoring the pounding, he starts listing the ingredients on the piece of cardboard, finishing his new drawing by including a symbol of a cockroach to the left of the list. LANDLADY Miss Cardinale.. Open up for me, please! He gets up and peeks through the security hole. He sees a middle-aged Hispanic woman reaching to unlock the door. He opens it. LANDLADY (CONT'D) Ohhh, Dios mio! She stares at him levelly. LANDLADY (CONT'D) I just want the rent. BASQUIAT Why didn't you say so? Damn! She's asleep! Jean draws on a piece of paper on the counter next to him. He hands it to the landlady. It's a a little shack with a big head next to it that says "`Here' For Rent." The landlady looks at him like he's crazy. She balls up the drawing and puts it in her pocket. Gina arrives in the doorway, wearing a robe. The landlady's trapped between them. GINA (to Jean) What're you doing? The landlady wags her finger at Gina. LANDLADY Next Monday. Gina and Jean look amused as they watch her leave. BASQUIAT Wanna go get some breakfast? GINA A friend of mine offered me a job doing a little work installing a show in a gallery. He's an electrician. I was supposed to be there an hour ago. She looks at the bugspray drawing on the floor. GINA (CONT'D) Ohh, that's nice. Jean kisses her neck as she looks at the drawing. We HOLD on the drawing. INT---MARY BOONE GALLERY---DAY White dust sprinkles down onto Jean's face from the ceiling. Unable to use his hands, he tries to blow the dust out of his eyes.. His boss, GREG, a mild-mannered hippie electrician, works above him on the ladder. Jean steadies the ladder. Greg's head is out of frame. The gallery is an impressive space under preparations for an opening. GREG Jean, could you get me a Phillips screwdriver? BASQUIAT A what? GREG A Phillips head. From the toolbox. BASQUIAT Yeah. Jean searches through the toolbox. He picks up a screwdriver and reads the handle: CRAFTSMAN. BASQUIAT (CONT'D) `Phillips head,' right? GREG Yeah. Jean shakes his head and puts it back. He tries a couple more--they each say "CRAFTSMAN." He puts them back. Finally, he finds one with a different handle. It says "G.S.C. 2000." BASQUIAT You don't have any!! GREG That's impossible. I've got, like, five of 'em! He comes down off the ladder. GREG (CONT'D) You're holding one in your hand!! (beat) You've never done this kind of work (CONTINUED) GREG (CONT'D) before, have you? (demonstrating) See, this is a regular screwdriver, and this is a Phillips head. The cross thing.. I'll tell you later what all the tools are so you'll know. A GROUP of people arrives. Albert Milo comes into view, tailed closely by Rene Ricard and MARY BOONE--well dressed, petite, intense, 30. Milo, (also about 30), wears casual clothes splattered with paint. Mary Boone is engaged in conversation with Milo. Rene chatters away. Greg climbs back up the ladder. He holds a piece of wire down to Jean. Jean stares at the group while trying to be invisible. RENE I need to make a call, Mary. You don't mind, do you? MARY BOONE Certainly not. You can use my line. Rene picks up the phone. RENE To Paris. Bernard Picasso-- (to Mary) You know Bernard-- MARY BOONE (wincing) Be my guest. Jean watches the group talking. GREG Jean? Hold this, please. (beat--he sees why Jean's so distracted) You'll get there. But it's good to have something to fall back on. That's why I became an electrician. It pays the rent. Y'know, I'm an artist, too. BASQUIAT I didn't know. GREG I sculpt. I'm really just starting to find myself. How old are you? Twenty? You're just like I used to be. I'm forty-one. And I'm glad I haven't gotten any recognition. It gave me time to develop. Jean watches Mary and Milo talking. MARY BOONE (to Milo) I can't tell you how happy I am with this show. Mary yells across the room to Jean. MARY BOONE (CONT'D) (her tone impersonal) Excuse me--you--what's your name? Would you move those tools there and put them somewhere else? He looks at her. Milo watches to see what he's going to do. BASQUIAT (to Milo) My name is Jean Michel Basquiat. Have you heard of me? ALBERT MILO (amused) No. Should I have? BASQUIAT I'm a painter, too. ALBERT MILO Really. Huh. Too bad. MARY BOONE Excuse me, would you please move those tools? Jean looks at Milo. Milo looks back at him. Jean walks past the tools and continues toward the door. He walks out without turning around. Milo smiles to himself. EXT--BOONE GALLERY--ALBERT MILO OPENING---DUSK The ART WORLD CROWD fills the gallery. Jean lurks across the street, watching through the window. Cabs and limousines line the block. A crowd outside blocks the street. Jean's obviously impressed, jealous and estranged--- he feels entitled to all this. He crosses the street to get a closer look. THROUGH THE WINDOW: he sees Albert Milo talking with ANDY WARHOL and BRUNO Bischofberger. Andy, of course, is thin, silverhaired, and nearly albino. Bruno is a Swiss art dealer in his 40's. He exudes money---a pillar of security. On the other side of the room, Rene Ricard is surrounded by a coterie of young, mostly BLACK AND HISPANIC MALES. Rene looks drunk, enjoying the moment, holding court. Rene crosses to Albert and Andy. People pass by. Jean starts to walk. About half a block away, he sprays on a wall: THE WHOLE LIVERY LINE BOW LIKE THIS WITH THE BIG MONEY ALL CRUSHED INTO THESE FEET He looks pleased. He turns and looks up West Broadway beyond the buildings at the sky: SUPERIMPOSED IN THE SKY: We see a surfer emerging from a HUGE WAVE. He looks powerful and exalted. CUT TO: EXT---BASKETBALL COURT---DAY ANGLE ON: A wall. We see the following graffito: JIMMY BEST ON HIS BACK TO THE SUCKERPUNCH OF HIS CHILDHOOD YEARS A basketball bounces against a wall. Jean and Benny amble onto a basketball court. Jean's changed his hairstyle. Now the dreadlocks stand straight up from his head. Benny dribbles with skill while Jean puffs furiously on a cigarette. He doesn't look like he's slept, but he's happy. Benny throws the ball to Jean. It bounces off a puddle and splashes Jean. BENNY Come on, Jean. Get rid of your cigarette. Concentrate. BASQUIAT I am.. On Gina. (beat) Fuck--I didn't think we were actually gonna do this. BENNY Concentrate on the ball. Shoot. Jean shoots. It flies up, up, up--- and over the backboard. He runs after the ball, gets it, and dribbles clumsily. BENNY You're shattering all my myths. BASQUIAT About what? BENNY Your people. BASQUIAT Oh---you mean black people! He shoots and misses again. He throws it to Benny, who does a picture-perfect lay- up. BASQUIAT (CONT'D) (changing the subject) How long do you think it takes to get really famous? During the following, Benny performs a series of amazing shots while Jean looks on admiringly. BENNY For a musician or a painter? Jean shrugs. BASQUIAT Whatever. Famous. To where you can do your stuff all day without thinking about anything else. BENNY Ummm.. Four years. Six to get rich. He shoots. Swish. BENNY (CONT'D) First, you have to dress right. He shoots again. Swish. BENNY (CONT'D) Then, you have to hang out all the time---with famous people---the right people, the right chicks, the right parties. He shoots again. Swish. BENNY (CONT'D) And you gotta do your work all the time when you're not doing that. The (CONTINUED) BENNY (CONT'D) same kinda work, the same style--- over and over again, so people recognize it and don't get confused. Then, once you're famous, you have to keep doing it the same way, even after it's boring--unless you want people to really get mad at you--which they will anyway. Benny tosses Jean the ball. Jean walks off the court. BASQUIAT Come on. I hate this. I'm no good at it. Jean shoots the ball and keeps walking. The ball goes in. He doesn't notice. Benny runs after it. EXT--HOUSTON ST.--DUSK Benny and Jean walk along. Benny dribbles. BENNY Famous people are usually pretty stupid. You're too smart. You'd get bored to death. You don't wanna be like John Henry---fighting the machine. Just do what you do. It's about integrity. Follow your heart. BASQUIAT Who's John Henry? BENNY Oh man! Folklore guy--worked on the railroad. Y'know, pounding in spikes and laying down track. Then one day they invented a machine to do it. And he says "Fuck that, I'm a MAN" and he challenges the machine to a race to lay down a mile of track. It takes two days. Neck and neck the whole time. They get right to the end, and he beats it by one spike. (pause) Got a cigarette? BASQUIAT So then what? BENNY He drops dead! See? Just do your shit like you do it! Your friends like you, you get laid, everyone walks by, sees your stuff everywhere. It's good. What else do you want? They watch a long stretch limo cruises up across the street. BASQUIAT Like I said--my liquid hijack Marlboros. (indicates limo) Check it out. The LIMO DRIVER opens the back door. Andy Warhol and Bruno Bischofberger step out. BASQUIAT (CONT'D) Andy Warhol. He's famous and he's not boring. INSERT: AN IMAGE OF ANDY'S PAINTINGS AT THE WHITNEY MUSEUM (FOOTAGE FROM JONAS MEKAS FILM) Jean scrounges in his pockets, pulls out his Xerox cards, and readies himself as Bruno and Andy enter BALLATO'S RESTAURANT. BENNY What're you doing? You're doing something. BASQUIAT He's the best painter in the world. I'm gonna give him one of these. BENNY Don't give him anything, man. Your art's worth a lot. Trade. That's what real artists do with each other. Besides, he'll just use you. He's famous for that. Benny watches Jean crosses the street. Jean passes the limousine. Inside, the driver (a 24-year old Rasta) takes a hit from a joint and watches Jean. CLOSE ON: the driver's eyes. CUT TO: DRIVER'S POV: He watches Jean cross the street. Jean enters the restaurant. INT---BALLATO'S---DAY Jean enters. Andy and Bruno spot him. The maitre'd becomes alarmed. but it's too late---he's at their table. He spreads his cards on the table. The topmost card reads "REDEEMABLE BECAUSE OF HIS YOUTH." Andy stares dead ahead, Sphinxlike. Bruno watches the non-interaction between the two. MAITRE'D (to Jean, flustered) Can I help you?. He taps Jean's shoulder. MAITRE'D (CONT'D) (to Jean) Sir...? BRUNO (sympathetically) I think it's ok. MAITRE'D Of course, Mr. Bischofberger. Bruno picks up one of the cards. BASQUIAT You wanna buy some ignorant art? Ten bucks. ANDY WARHOL Ignorant art? BASQUIAT Yeah.. Like---stupid, ridiculous, crummy art. ANDY WARHOL Ohhh. That's new. That sounds good. BASQUIAT Ten bucks apiece. ANDY WARHOL I can give you five. You didn't do very much to these. BASQUIAT You don't even work on your stuff! BRUNO It doesn't matter how much you worked on them. It matters how much you can get for them. BASQUIAT I can get ten. ANDY WARHOL I'll take two. This one and ...that one. (to Bruno) Can I borrow some money, Bruno? Bruno pulls out a hundred dollar bill. BRUNO Here. Do you have change? As WAITER arrives with the tray, Jean pockets the bill. BASQUIAT You made a good deal. Here, you can have these, too. He leaves all the cards and walks toward the door. BRUNO'S POV: Jean leaving past stupified maitre'd. EXT---GINA'S APARTMENT---DAY Jean and Benny are outside the entrance to Gina's building. Jean carries two huge bags overflowing with groceries and flowers. He buzzes. There's no answer. BASQUIAT I'll be right back. He produces a key and lets himself in. He enters the building. INT---GINA'S APARTMENT---DAY Jean sets the groceries on the counter and leaves. We notice the Bugspray painting on the wall, along with more of Jean's work and supplies. EXT---GINA'S APARTMENT--DUSK Jean rejoins Benny in front of Gina's building. As they're leaving, Gina comes up the street. BASQUIAT (to Benny) Check you later, man. BENNY Hi Gina. GINA Hi. INT----GINA'S APT---DAY Flowers and groceries are strewn on the counter. FADE TO BLACK: FADE IN: Over the following MONTAGE we HEAR: RENE (O.S.) ..'APT 20'... The church bells would ring at noon and six a.m.. 24 strokes: How many times we counted them. We called our bed the cloud. And there we'd float. The bathtub was in the kitchen and took forever to fill up. We'd bathe together afterwards. Oh the countless cigarettes and take out Chinese food... The bed was so narrow Three years we made it fit. The sheets were green the sheets were pink the sheets white linen from the past. Little home, farewell, The broken windows and the bodega on the corner. Now from my balcony I look out over all New York... INT---GINA'S APT---NIGHT Jean and Gina are sleeping. SERIES OF DISSOLVES: As they're turning together in their sleep. FADE TO BLACK: FADE UP: INT---KITCHEN/LIVINGROOM (GINA'S APT)--DAY Filled with Jean's paintings. SERIES OF DISSOLVES: Paintings and objects fill the room. FADE TO BLACK: SUPER: A YEAR AND A HALF LATER EAST 9TH ST. FADE UP: INT---GINA'S APT---DAY Jean watches "The Little Rascals" on TV in the livingroom. The sound is turned off and a record player PLAYS Gypsy music loudly. Rolled up in a large drop cloth, Gina is asleep on the floor. Next to her, Jean works on all fours, drawing figures, crowns, and houses. Working feverishly, he writes "HEY, HEY, HEY" in big clusters, then writes other words: SHARK, IMMORTALITY, JOHN THE REVELATOR, FAME, INK, TEETH, HAWAII SUPERMARKET, POLE STAR, BABOON and TAR. He has an acoustics manual and Bible open on the floor. He copies the technical blueprints from the manual. He reads the Bible, following the text with a dirty finger. It seems that he watches TV, draws, listens to the music and reads at the same time. He mixes Liquitex paints and puts some colors on the drawings. He draws a long blue line and carries it over onto the floor. Up the wall. Through the fridge. Across the window. He takes off his paint-covered clothes and changes into Gina's black slip. He rummages around the room, gathering pieces of his and Gina's clothes. He spreads the clothes on the floor, and selecting wide brushes with long bristles, picks up the cans of Liquitex paint. When paint spills on the clothes, he spreads it into shapes. Gina wakes up. She reaches for one of the painted shirts. GINA (in disbelief) Basquiat, those are my best clothes!! What are you doing? BASQUIAT C'mon, baby, I painted them for you. They're beautiful now. GINA I'm going to my parents this weekend. What am I going to wear? (she begins to cry) How could you do that to me? Jean wipes his hands off on his thighs and puts his arms around Gina, holding her. BASQUIAT ...I'll buy you some new ones. GINA You don't have any fucking money.. Jean lets her cry for a moment, then notices the music playing on the stereo---a Gypsy song sung in Spanish. BASQUIAT Do you know what he's saying? GINA What who's saying? BASQUIAT Manzanita.... (translating song) ,...if one day I die, and you read this piece of paper, I want you to know how much I love you. Although I'll never see you again, Gypsy, Gypsy, your hair, your hair, your face, your face' Gina looks up at him. BASQUIAT (CONT'D) 'Even though you were never mine And you never will be You have a piece of my heart You have, you have, you have...' (he reaches down, wiping off Gina's face) 'Gypsy, Gypsy, your hair, your hair, your face, your face.' No longer crying, Gina leans her head against Jean. We HEAR a CALL from the window: BENNY (O.S.) Willie Mays!! Willie Mays!! BASQUIAT (at the window) Come on in! CUT: Benny and two GUYS come barreling into the apartment. Immediate chaos. Benny holds up a packet of drugs and jiggles it temptingly. They make themselves at home. Jean sits with them and starts to chop up the drugs. Gina gives Jean a look. She stands, still wrapped in the drop cloth. She lets it fall to the floor. She's wearing only her underwear. She walks to the bedroom. Benny watches her. BASQUIAT Gina, don't you want any of this? You could use some. Gina doesn't respond. She comes out of the bedroom with a small suitcase. GINA See you later. She leaves. Silence. GUY #1 Nice underwear.. They start to laugh. INT---GINA'S APARTMENT---LATER Kneeling on the floor, Jean covers the surface of the refrigerator door with fast, rushing strokes. He mixes paint in a large soupbowl and dips his hair in the bowl. Pressing his head to the door, he paints with his hair. He stops to examine the marks. He HITS his head against the door harder and harder. FADE TO WHITE: INT---GINA'S APARTMENT---MORNING CAMERA PULLS BACK: Revealing Jean's eyes. They're open and motionless. His head is tilted toward his chest. O.S. WE HEAR the sounds of Gina coming home: The LOCK turns. The door OPENS. Gina comes in and drops a bag on the floor. GINA Basquiat? Silence. She picks up the mail from under the door and walks into the room. There's a lump on the floor. It's Jean. GINA (CONT'D) Wake up! I'm back! She shakes his arm. No result. She lifts his head, revealing his painted hair. She shakes him harder. His body is totally limp. The whites of his eyes are red; his pupils slowly float up, vanishing. GINA (CONT'D) Jean, what did you do to yourself? She listens to his breath, then to his heart. GINA (CONT'D) (panicking) Jesus Christ! She finds heroin sprinkled into some pot on the floor near him. GINA (CONT'D) (slapping his face) Don't do this to me. She shakes him until his eyes unglue. His pupils float into their proper place. BASQUIAT .....what's the matter? GINA (furious) Oh, God, Basquiat, you scared the shit out of me. How the fuck could you do that to yourself? BASQUIAT You're back. GINA It's Monday morning. BASQUIAT It's not Sunday? I missed you. You shouldn't leave me alone. GINA You're blaming me? I had to go see my family. BASQUIAT I'm your family. GINA Basquiat, what did you take? Jean tries to pick himself up from the floor. He gets up stiffly, like Pinnocchio. The long sleep made his limbs wooden. BASQUIAT Nothing special---just some weed. He finds an old joint and lights it up. GINA ..Basquiat, don't lie. (holds up powder) This is smack. BASQUIAT You want some? He offers her the joint. EXT--ST. MARK'S PLACE---NIGHT Jean and Benny walk along, sharing a beer in a brown paper bag. They approach a DRUG DEALER and exchange money for dope. Jean finds a discarded window frame in a pile of trash and carries it with him. They sit down on a stoop. Jean rolls up a dollar bill, empties the dope onto the window, and splits it into two lines. He hands the rolled up bill to Benny, who snorts the line. Benny shakes his head involuntarily, making a violent face, as though the dope burned a hole in his sinus. BENNY We got beat. BASQUIAT For real? Jean takes a taste with his finger.. He tastes his tongue and makes a face.. He snorts part of his line, anyway, to make sure. He frowns. They continue onwards. Jean still carries the window. BENNY You gonna carry that around all night? BASQUIAT Yeah.. I'll paint on it. INT---PARTY----NIGHT The party's winding down--hip-hop kids, Lower East Side types. Jean and Benny pass through the room, ignoring the two or three clusters of people---maybe fifteen in all.. Jean encounters a familiar face: an enormous red-haired dealer---ROCKETS (35). They greet each other as friends. Rockets leads Jean aside. They stand near a wall where a painting hangs ("Flats Fixed"). It bears Jean's three-point crown. ROCKETS You did that, didn't you? Jean shrugs. BASQUIAT I gave it to Maripol. She let me stay here for awhile. Jean hands him twenty dollars. Rockets hands him two dime bags. As if thinking better, he hands the bill back to Jean. ROCKETS Do one for me and it's free. How's that? Jean re-pockets his money. He gestures to Rockets as if to say "fine--it's a deal." He and Benny sit down across the room and split a bag onto the window, as before. This time, it's good. They lean back into it, slumping down into the couch. Nearby, Rene sits on a couch with THREE STREET KIDS--artists (who we've seen at Milo's opening). They sit on their knees looking out a window passing binoculars back and forth. ARTIST #1 looks through the window with a pair of BINOCULARS. He points down towards the street, trying to get Rene's attention. ARTIST #1 Check this out, Rene. Rene lunges towards the window. The stereo BLARES (Curtis Blow's "Survival") RENE (singing along) "The name of the game is survival, You learn it in jail upon your arrival!" Another ARTIST (#2) a young black man, runs up and tries to turn down the volume. Rene grabs his crotch. ARTIST #2 Chill, man! Be cool! This isn't even my apartment! RENE Oh man, you a FINE nigga! You know that? ARTIST #2 Cut it out, man! And don't be callin' me that shit! ANGLE ON: Benny is now alone on the couch. He nods out. RENE (noticing him) Oh my, there goes the neighborhood. Who's house is this, anyway? Artist #2 is still mad at Rene. RENE (CONT'D) (to Artist #2) That's what I like about you straight boys. You're so sensitive!! (resumes singing) "The name of the game is survival, Survival! Survival! only the strong survive" ARTIST #1 Rene! Come here, man! 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: PLUSH SAFE, HE THINK 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 embarassed 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. RENE 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. BASQUIAT 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. BRUNO 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 APT (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. BASQUIAT Do you wanna marry me? Beat. No reply. Gina's asleep. INT--GINA'S APT (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 APT---MORNING Jean continues to work. He's wearing pajamas and a bathrobe. Gina enters, waking up. She looks at the painting. GINA 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 I'm here to see some work. Annina starts noticing all the work around her. Gina hands her a stack of drawings. ANNINA NOSEI (CONT'D) These are great. GINA Aren't they? ANNINA NOSEI How much for these five? GINA You should talk to him about this. Annina contains her excitement. ANNINA NOSEI (continuing to stare at the work) Um.. Do Rene and Jean have a contract together? We see Jean in the bathroom looking at himself in the mirror with a bird's nest on his head. ANNINA NOSEI (CONT'D) I'm interested in showing Jean's work. GINA I really think you should talk to him about this. Jean pops out of the bathroom. BASQUIAT When? ANNINA NOSEI How about right now? She opens the door. Unnoticed, Gina starts for the bedroom. GINA (calling back) Be ready in a minute! CUT TO: The door slams as Jean exits with Annina. INT---TAXI--DAY Jean waits in a taxi in front of Benny's apartment. BASQUIAT Honk the horn again, will you please? The DRIVER obliges. The back of the cab is loaded with all his belongings. Boxes piled with junk. Bags of new painting supplies. Benny emerges from his building and jumps into the cab. BASQUIAT (CONT'D) (annoyed) You're late. (to cabby) One-fourteen Prince. The cab pulls out. Jean lights a joint and smokes it furiously. He doesn't pass it to Benny. BENNY What's the rush, John Henry? BASQUIAT I ain't John Henry. BENNY Good. BASQUIAT What's your fuckin' problem, anyway? Benny holds out his hand for the joint. BENNY (inhaling) I don't really have any problems. BASQUIAT Good. What do you have? BENNY What's your fuckin' problem? You get a girlfriend and a little attention and then start acting all uppity with me. BASQUIAT (mortified) `Uppity?' Like as in `uppity nigger?' He snaps his finger for the joint back. BENNY That's not how I meant it. (beat) For all you know, you might just be a flash in the pan! You can never tell. BASQUIAT Hey fuck you! I deserve this shit. You're just jealous 'cause it ain't happening to you! The cab stops for a red light. Benny gets out. He doesn't say a word. Jean doesn't look at him. The cab sails off. EXT---ANNINA NOSEI GALLERY--DAY It stops in front of the gallery. From outside, we see Annina conversing on the phone. She looks up and opens the door for him. INT---STAIRWELL-- BLACK. O.S. We HEAR Jean walking down the stairs. ANNINA NOSEI I've got to find the switch. INT----BASEMENT, ANNINA'S---DAY Annina flips on a light. ANNINA NOSEI Here it is. Jean looks around him. He's in a large, empty cement-floored room lit by fluorescent lights. INT---BASEMENT, ANNINA'S---(LATER)---DAY Jean bends over, beginning several canvases. He pours paint on them---kind of like photographs we've seen of Jackson Pollock. We HEAR Miles Davis' "Flamenco Sketches." INT----BASEMENT, ANNINA'S---(LATER) DAY GRANDMASTER FLASH'S "WHITE LINES" fills the room. The walls are covered with half-finished, unstretched CANVASES. Two or three more lie on the floor. He works like a maniac, buzzing back and forth from one painting to another, adding figures, crossing out words, all the while smoking and eating cookies. The crumbs fall onto the paintings. He walks on them. Every so often, he refers to a book of DaVinci drawings. Torn pages litter the floor beneath the book. We hear someone THUMPING down the stairs. It's Rene. A PUPPY follows him. He dumps a huge load of paint supplies, art books, and carryout ribs. The puppy sniffs around happily, licking at Jean and walking over the paintings, wagging his tail. He stops the tape player and inserts some Persian music. Jean empties some foil-wrapped bags of coke. He cuts a line of coke on a foil plate. Rene starts reading from a poem he's evidently written: RENE 3rd night I called him `boy' He sed "don't call me `boy'" "Well Then don't call me `Boss'" That Was the end for us and I've Been seeing him for 2 1/2 years. In kangaroo court I want to be Able to say I never kept a Slave. But he tricked me in To Tying him up and busting his Face. He'll jump up at my Trial Yelling `He wupped me gud.' Jean warms the plate 'til the coke crackles, and then "chases the dragon," sucking the smoke through a straw. He offers it to Rene, who refuses. He lights and hands Rene the joint. Rene takes a hit. Jean takes it back. Jean starts to work again. The PUPPY runs around, chasing after him, getting in his way, running across the paintings. Jean laughs, playing tag. The puppy gets ahold of Jean's sleeve. It unravels about ten feet. While Jean's playing, Rene spots a painting with the words "Famous Negro Athletes." RENE Oh man! That's one looks famous already. Without hearing him, Jean walks towards the painting and with a swipe, paints out what Rene is pointing to. RENE (CONT'D) You are a willful boy. How'm I s'posed to write about you if you keep changing everything? The phone RINGS.. Jean ignores it. Rene gets it-- RENE (CONT'D) Uh huhh.. Band practice? (to Jean) It's Benny. He wants to know why you're not at band practice...?.. BASQUIAT (quietly.) Fuck..... (to Rene) I forgot about that. He sets his brush down.. Rene hold the phone against his leg. RENE Fuck band practice.. If you're gonna be a painter you're gonna have to break a few hearts---you don't wanna be like Tony Bennett.. BASQUIAT Tony Bennett.. What do you mean? RENE Singing on stage and painting in your spare time. BASQUIAT I didn't know Tony Bennett painted. RENE My point exactly. Jean picks up the phone.. All he hears is a DIAL TONE. RENE (CONT'D) So keep painting.. BASQUIAT Yes, Boss. (beat) If you're so smart, why are you here with me in this basement? RENE You're news. I want the scoop. I write it down. When I speak, no one believes me. But when I write it down, people know it's true. (beat) There's never been a black painter in art history that's been considered really important, you know? BASQUIAT So what? RENE So shut up and keep painting.. BASQUIAT (touched) What time is it? RENE 5:11. Jean regards a near-finished painting. He writes "5:11" on it. He crosses it out and re-writes it, "Rene 5:11." Rene looks pleased. BASQUIAT That one's for you. RENE Thanks.. I'll take it tonight. BASQUIAT I can't. After the show. Jean continues painting. Rene slumps down onto the floor, happy---a parasite content to have a host, impressed with Jean's limitless energy. Rene closes his eyes. BLACK. INT---ANNINA'S BASEMENT---LATER Jean is bent over his work. He looks to see a pair of legs. They belong to Albert Milo. BASQUIAT Hey---it's the big A.M.. ALBERT MILO Rene's been telling me about your work. Milo takes his time looking at the paintings. Jean continues to work, never wanting to appear impressed by anyone. He walks on top of the paintings. ALBERT MILO (CONT'D) Is this finished yet?... BASQUIAT I don't know. ALBERT MILO When's your show? BASQUIAT Not sure. How was yours? ALBERT MILO I haven't decided yet. (beat) Rene, you wanna come over to the studio tomorrow. I wanna make a painting of you. RENE How about now? Rene shrugs to Jean. He prepares to leave. ALBERT MILO See you at your opening. Thanks. Albert and Rene begin to ascend the stairs. Jean continues painting. The dog leaves with Rene and Albert. WOMAN'S VOICE (O.S.) Ohhh, Albert Milo, what a pleasure to meet you. Jean's brush stops. ALBERT MILO (O.S.) This is Rene Ricard. Jean paints over the words "Rene 5:11." We hear FOOTSTEPS COMING DOWN THE STAIRS. The woman continues-- WOMAN'S VOICE (O.S.) We're Tom and Cynthia Kruger----nice to have met you. JEAN'S POV: we see Annina's legs coming down the stairs. REVEAL: A man wearing a pin-striped suit and gold-rimmed glasses. The woman is wrapped in a cashmere shawl. ANNINA NOSEI (O.S) Tom and Cynthia Kruger. BASQUIAT (O.S) I know. We SEE that Jean continues to paint, looking down. ANNINA NOSEI This is Jean Michel Basquiat. (beat) You've seen the SAMO graffiti everywhere. That's his. This is the true voice of the gutter. As she speaks, Jean squirms. He grabs a banana from a fruit bowl. Without peeling it, he takes a big bite. And another. And another. Everyone looks uncomfortable. Annina starts showing them the paintings. CYNTHIA KRUGER We've seen the graffiti. I work on Wall Street. And I've heard wonderful things about the paintings. Everybody's talking about you. BASQUIAT Yeah. He looks up at them, eating the banana. ANNINA NOSEI Here's a very good example of his recent work that's not spoken for yet. (beat) He's got to work in a basement. He's got so much energy that if he worked in a place with a window, he'd jump right through it. Most of these are reserved already. After this week, this work will not be available. TOM KRUGER (to his wife) ...I don't know... This one's nice, but I don't know if I could live with it. That green is so.... institutional. He (Kruger) looks up to see two KIDS enter---young black artists, one of whom we saw with Rene at the loft party. They walk right into the middle of the room, completely oblivious to the presence of Annina and the Krugers.. KID #1 (enthusiastically) Yo, man, you're a damn lucky nigger selling this shit! BASQUIAT You like it? KID #1 Not bad. Yeah, I do. The Krugers hem and haw in front of the painting next to Jean. CYNTHIA KRUGER I'm fascinated by his choice of crossing out words that way. ANNINA NOSEI Yes, well, they are more meaningful in their absence, no? KID #1 (to Jean, joking) What does it mean? Jean paints the words "Rene 5:11" back into a painting. They ignore the kid.. CYNTHIA KRUGER I like this one, but that green...... Suddenly, we see LEGS coming down the stairs. It's Gina. Everyone looks at her. BASQUIAT Y'want me to make it a nice shit brown? TOM KRUGER Beg pardon? Gina hadn't expected to find herself in the middle of this scene. BASQUIAT ..Hi. This is Gina. Annina nods to her. Gina nods to the group. CYNTHIA KRUGER They're something like Dubuffet's.. That.... childlike quality. Gina tries to connect with Jean. He's cold. CYNTHIA KRUGER (CONT'D) (to her husband and Annina) I can't make up my mind. TOM KRUGER I like this one. If it were just another color.. BASQUIAT Get a fucking decorator. If you buy one, you'll have to change your whole lives--- maybe even sell your kids! (to Annina) These paintings aren't even done yet!! He sets his brush down. As he leaves-- TOM KRUGER (O.S.) I think we'll take the green one. HOLD ON: Gina, left standing in the middle of this. INT---MCDONALDS---DAY CLOSE ON: McDonald's COUNTERMAN. He smiles. BASQUIAT I'll take three big Macs, two chocolate shakes, two orders of fries, and an apple pie. COUNTERMAN You want three Big Macs, two chocolate shakes, two orders of fries, and an apple pie. A line begins forming behind Jean. BASQUIAT Forget it .I'll take six, no, seven chocolate shakes, an order of fries, a Big Mac, and two apple pies. COUNTERMAN You only want one Big Mac? The people in line are beginning to get impatient. BASQUIAT Yeah.. And make it three apple pies. EXT---SOHO STREET---DAY Jean leans on a fire hydrant, eating a Big Mac. A pink scarf blows on the wind right in front of his face. He catches it. A BOMBSHELL BLONDE arrives with her hand outstretched to retrieve it. BIG PINK How can I ever thank you? BASQUIAT (with a smile) I'd like to squeeze your titties. He offers her a Big Mac. BIG PINK Come on. BASQUIAT Wanna Mac? BIG PINK No, I'd like the scarf. BASQUIAT Have a Mac. BIG PINK I don't eat junk food. BASQUIAT Oh. I didn't know. I'll take you to the best restaurant in town. (beat) You'll miss a great meal and I'll keep the scarf, anyway. What's your name? BIG PINK You're a fast mover. BASQUIAT No name? That's ok. I'll just call you Big Pink. A man sleeping on the ground with a beehive of paper bags on his head and three overcoats sticks out into the sidewalk. Jean leaves the McDonald's bag near his head as he walks down the street with the girl. INT---GINA'S APARTMENT---NIGHT Jean enters the apartment. GINA Hi. BASQUIAT Hi. GINA What's that? BASQUIAT A present I picked up for you. Gina holds the scarf up and looks at it. GINA It's beautiful. Thanks. As she holds it up he puts it around her neck and kisses her. BASQUIAT (tenderly) You look like an angel. INT----ANNINA NOSEI GALLERY---NIGHT Silence. CLOSE UP (PAINTING): We read the words: BOOM #2 A CAT POURING TACKS ON ITS TONGUE. Someone (the big red-haired dealer we met earlier) walks in front of us. CAMERA PULLS BACK to reveal a crowd in a gallery. It is literally filled with people. Again--all this takes place in silence. We begin to HEAR Peggy Lee's "Is That All There Is?" It colors the motion of the crowd. CUT TO: EXT---PRINCE ST (BET. MERCER AND WOOSTER)---DUSK Jean walks down the street. He's got on a new set of clothes and he listens to a Walkman. We HEAR Miles Davis' "Flamenco Sketches." JEAN'S POV: We MOVE down Prince St. and take a left on West Broadway. We approach a huge crowd. We get closer and closer until we are immersed in it. The crowd realizes Jean's amongst them. People start approaching him. Someone removes the headphones. The DIN of the crowd replaces the music. Amongst the normal crowd chatter, we hear friends' calling out: VOICES IN CROWD Jean!! Jean Michel!! INT----ANNINA NOSEI GALLERY Annina beckons to him. Beyond her, he sees Albert, Andy, and Bruno. He's being escorted or maybe just pushed---it's hard to tell. Each step of the way, he's pounced upon by INDIVIDUALS we've never met. The room is wall-to-wall with people. People are swept along in currents. MAN (wildly enthusiastic) Jean, man!! Let's make a record! WOMAN (slyly, intimately) You finally did it. MAN #2 (pointing to Jean, sneering) He's so fulla shit. MAN #3 (O.S.) How much is he getting for these? Jean walks up to Andy Warhol. BASQUIAT Andy, man, thanks for coming. I'd like to paint your jacket. ANDY WARHOL My jacket? Gee, great... (he Polaroids Jean) Your show looks great. Quite a turnout. You look great. You kids. You drink red wine with fish. You can do anything! Make paintings in the basement of your gallery? First time I've heard of that! They are approached by Mary Boone, a short woman in high heels and an Armani suit). ANDY WARHOL (CONT'D) Jean Michel, this is Mary Boone. She's got the great new gallery. BASQUIAT Yeah, I met her already. MARY BOONE (shaking Jean's hand) You should be pleased. It's a great show...I'm having a dinner later at Mr. Chow's for Albert. You should come. In the background, we see Annina watching. ANDY WARHOL You'll like it. Everyone'll be there. Annina walks over to Jean with a COUPLE. ANNINA NOSEI Jean, your parents are here. BASQUIAT Hi Dad. Hi Nora. NORA Congratulations. BASQUIAT Thanks for coming. Rene appears out of the crowd. ANNINA NOSEI (continuing to Jean's father) You must be very proud. FATHER I am! RENE How does it feel to have a genius in the family? FATHER It feels.....good! Jean notices Benny across the room. He slows down and waves. Jean sees Gina across the room wearing the scarf. Just beyond her, he sees Big Pink approaching. There must be ten people between them. BASQUIAT (to Rene) I'll be right back. He moves towards her. Suddenly, directly in front of him are the Krugers. TOM KRUGER We love our painting. BASQUIAT Which painting? TOM KRUGER The green one. BASQUIAT Oh yeah. CYNTHIA KRUGER We got a couch to match. TOM KRUGER She's only kidding! Looking past the Krugers, Jean looks for Gina. He sees her. His path is blocked. He presses forward, looking for Gina, getting caught in the crowd. Jean strains to keep an eye on Gina and Big Pink.. Benny arrives at Jean's side holding a bottle of Jack Daniels and a shot glass. BENNY Willie Mays. A Toast. Jean brushes past him. BASQUIAT Not now, ok? Benny is left standing next to Andy holding the bottle. Jean manages to advance a few more feet through the crowd, then runs smack into Rockets, his drug dealer. ROCKETS Jean Michel, my man. Nice party. Should we step into my office? Nearby, Benny sees this meeting and walks off, disgusted, thinking this is why Jean gave him the brush off. BASQUIAT That's alright. I'm cool now. Jean looks off and sees Big Pink fingering the scarf, saying something to Gina. Gina slaps her in the face. Jean tries to get around the dealer. Gina turns to leave. She catches Jean's eye. She walks out. ROCKETS A gift! I was just trying to give you a gift! The dealer palms something to Jean. BASQUIAT I gotta go. Jean steps away from Rockets, but is trapped in the crowd. Rockets looks after him with disappointment. Rene arrives with, Andy, Bruno, and a PHOTOGRAPHER. RENE (edging his way in) This guy wants a picture. They shrug and crowd in---Jean, Andy, and Rene. The photographer gets them to squeeze closer and closer. PHOTOGRAPHER Of the painters, please. There's not enough room. Rene accidentally gets pushed out of frame. Rene fumes. Albert Milo arrives with his parents (JACK AND ESTHER MILO). They are a nice Jewish couple in their 70's. BASQUIAT He said `of the painters!' Hey--Albert! Get in the picture! Albert crowds in. The photographer SNAPS a picture and the FLASH blinds everyone momentarily. ALBERT MILO Hey, Jean, I'd like you to meet my wife....and my parents. Mom, Dad, this is Jean Michel Basquiat. Jean pulls out a joint and lights it as if it were a cigarette. He offers it to Albert, who takes a hit. ESTHER MILO (frowning at her son) Don't do that. (beat) Hello, Jean. JACK MILO Hi, John.. Are your parents here? BASQUIAT Well. (inhaling) My dad's here with his wife. My mom couldn't make it. He offers the joint to Albert's mother. ESTHER MILO (waving it away) No thanks. Everyone laughs. BRUNO (to Jean) I'd like to do a show with you. (pointing to "Rene 5:11" painting) I'm especially interested in that one. I'd like to buy it for myself. Jean spots the very word on the painting ("Rene 5:11") and freezes for a second. BASQUIAT I wasn't gonna sell this one. He looks around the room for Rene, but doesn't see him. Bruno remains smiling, waiting for an answer. BRUNO You shouldn't have put it in the show. This is the one I absolutely have to have. I really love it. BASQUIAT Sure, ok.. Jean wants out. He feels compromised. BASQUIAT (CONT'D) Do you think I could borrow your limousine? I'll get it back to you in an hour. BRUNO It's ok. Just have him bring you to dinner at Mr. Chow's later. We'll be there. ANDY WARHOL Bye, Jean. Jean makes his way through the crowd, as we see images of the crowd and fragments of paintings. As he nears the door, he feels his arm pulled. RENE (hissing) You fucking little whore! You sold my painting! I'm gonna tell you something, brother---when you're climbing up the ladder of success, don't kick out the rungs! Believe that shit. BASQUIAT I'll make you another one. RENE Forget it. He pulls out a scrap of paper and starts writing. BASQUIAT Rene----- Rene shushes him.. He hisses loudly, like a cat. RENE SHHHHHH. Later. (speaking to himself) "What is it about art, anyway......" Jean pauses. He turns around and surveys the room once more. A blink. Silence. We see the crowd in SLOW MOTION. Everyone's eyes are shut. RENE (O.S. CONT'D) .....that we give it so much importance? Artists are respected by the poor because what they do is an honest way to get out of the slum using one's sheer self as the medium. The money earned is proof pure and simple of the value of that individual....The Artist. INT/EXT---GALLERY---NIGHT The CAMERA rises higher and higher over the crowd and follows Jean as he makes his way toward the street. We begin to DISSOLVE into a MONTAGE of stills of ARTISTS: RENE (O.S.CONT'D) The picture a mother's son does in jail hangs on her wall as proof that beauty is possible even in the most wretched. And this is a much different idea than the fancier notion that art is a scam and a ripoff. But you could never explain to someone who uses God's gift to enslave that you have used God's gift to be free." EXT---STREET---NIGHT Jean enters a waiting limo. It pulls away from the curb. Rene finishes as the limo threads its way through the night-lit, twinkling city. INT---LIMO--NIGHT The DRIVER is the young Rasta we saw earlier outside Ballato's driving Bruno and Andy. Jean slumps in the back seat. The driver can't help staring in the rearview mirror. DRIVER I really.. admire you. BASQUIAT Me? Why? DRIVER You did it! You made it. I'm a painter, too. BASQUIAT That's great. DRIVER Would you check out my studio some time? BASQUIAT Sure. I'd be glad to. The limo pulls over. DRIVER Here? Quickly, Jean gets out of the limo. He leaves the door open. The DRIVER watches as Jean talks to two DRUG DEALERS. Jean jumps back into the limo. The driver pulls away. In the rearview mirror, he sees Jean separate a bag from a bundle of ten. He rips it open and snorts directly from it. He lays his head back and takes a deep breath. BASQUIAT (calm, relieved) What's your name, man? DRIVER They call me Steve, but I prefer Shenge. BASQUIAT Nice to meet you, Shenge. Want a job? INT---MR. CHOW'S RESTAURANT---NIGHT An elegant Chinese restaurant on the Upper East Side. The dining room is split level with a mezzanine reserved for celebrities and special friends of the owner. At the podium, the MAITRE'D approaches. MAITRE'D Good evening. From behind the maitre'd on the mezzanine we see Bruno waving to Jean. In the dining room on the lower level sit Annina and Rene. Nearby, at another, smaller table, are seated DAVID MCDERMOTT and PETER MCGOUGH, two artists dressed in Victorian attire. Annina beckons him. Rene looks away from him and talks to a WAITER. Jean waves to Annina and continues towards Bruno's table. Seated at a large table are Andy, Bruno, Albert Milo, his wife and parents, Henry Geldzahler, MELINA PORTOS (a young heiress) and FRANCESCO and ALBA CLEMENTE and Mary Boone. Dinner's already served. At the large table, everyone watches as Milo makes a portrait of Francesco in a beautiful leatherbound book. It belongs to Mr. Chow, who is nearby at the bar. ANDY WARHOL Hi, Jean. He motions to Mr. Chow to set a chair for Jean between Mary Boone and himself. BRUNO Jean, everyone loved your show. As Jean is seated, Andy and Jack Milo resume conversation-- JACK MILO Nixon lives in Saddle River, New York. ANDY WARHOL Saddle River's in New Jersey. JACK MILO Saddle River, New York! ANDY WARHOL It's in New Jersey. JACK MILO New York. ANDY WARHOL I think it's in New Jersey. JACK MILO It's in New York. ANDY WARHOL Oh, I didn't know that. CLOSE UP: Jean smiles at Andy's diplomacy. Albert finishes drawing his portrait: it's Francesco with his arm around a headless torso. ALBERT MILO (to Francesco) You finish it. He pushes the book across the table. Francesco begins to draw. MARY BOONE (to Jean) I hear your show was sold out already. There's a very important collector who's interested in some of your works. BASQUIAT Bring him over sometime. I have some other stuff to show him. Annina watches from the other table as Jean talks to Mary. Francesco finishes his drawing. Albert takes the book and passes it to Jean. ALBERT MILO (CONT'D) Go on, take it.. Jean takes it. Mr. Chow watches his book change hands. Jean takes a bowl of moo-shoo pork in front of him and dumps it onto the book. Then he uses a piece of pork to draw a head. Suddenly, there's a shrill, familiar voice. RENE I'd like a glass of your best champagne, please? (reading) This is an enormously important season in New York, and to make a false step could have severe repercussions for years. We are no longer collecting art, we're buying individuals. ANDY WARHOL Oh shut up, Rene. RENE Everything's over your head, Andy. Even Mr. Chow's menu. (beat---to Jean) Thanks for not inviting me He leans over everyone and helps himself to some spears of asparagus. ANGLE ON: Esther Milo, watching. RENE (CONT'D) I'm starving. You can't buy advertising like this. This is the most glamorous dinner you'll have here this fall. How about some of that imitation crab? MR. CHOW I'm not paying for the drawing with crab. It's a present to my friends. It's my birthday. Jean finishes his drawing--a big beautiful head that fills the screen. Rene grabs it from him. He holds it up for everyone to see. RENE Isn't he great? Thanks, Jean. He rips the page from the book. RENE (CONT'D) He owes me one. Everyone's face drops. Mr. Chow grabs his book. He motions to a couple WAITERS-- MR. CHOW You're too much, Rene. Get this guy out of here. RENE I haven't eaten yet!! The waiters grab Rene's arms. RENE (CONT'D) Hands off me, you faggots! I'm going. I'm going...I've kept Diana Vreeland waiting too long, anyway. ANDY WARHOL Wow.. That was a nice drawing, too, Jean. Maybe you should do another one. MR. CHOW (exhausted) Some other time. Spontaneously, David McDermott climbs onto the tabletop downstairs and sings "Paris Je T'aime." As he belts it out in a theatrical falsetto, he glides over glasses and plates, executing a leap to another table in mid-song. The restaurant staff and OTHER DINNER GUESTS watch, agape. CLOSE UP: DAVID'S SHOES. As David dances, Annina walks over to the table, greeting people and saying goodnight. ANNINA NOSEI (to Jean) It's great that people are interested, but if anyone's going to buy anything, I'll handle it for you. Everything goes through the gallery, even if they come to your studio. BASQUIAT Sure. Annina leaves. Jean leans back in his chair, taking in this splendid new world. He pulls out a joint, lights up, inhales with pleasure, closes his eyes and smiles. SUPER: OVER HIS FACE: FOUR YEARS LATER SCREEN GOES BLACK INTERVIEWER (O.S.) ....had twenty-three one man shows, been in forty three group shows from Zurich to Tokyo.. FADE UP: INT-- GREAT JONES STREET LOFT---DAY Note: The following scene is shot in documentary style. INTERVIEWER (O.S, CONT'D) ...had over fifty articles written about you, switched galleries---how many times?-- --DJ'd in the hottest clubs--- Jean looks out the window, yawns and rubs his eyes. He now sports dreadlocks bundled into groups of spikes sticking out of his head. He wears a wrinkled Wesleyan College T-shirt, paint-splattered jeans, and no shoes; just out of bed, it would seem. An INTERVIEWER--a balding Brit. with all the humor of a bank clerk---tries to buddy up with Jean on camera. INTERVIEWER (CONT'D) .....one of the youngest artists ever to be included in the Whitney Biennial, also produced a rap record. It's said you're quite the ladies man----even dated Madonna for a couple months!! (takes a breath) All at the ripe old age of 24. One might ask: is there anything left for Jean Michel Basquiat to do? Jean and the interviewer face each other in front of one of Jean's paintings. Jean stares at the interviewer, incredulous. INTERVIEWER (CONT'D) What is it that gets you out of bed in the morning? (nervous laugh) BASQUIAT I hate this. Turn that off. Jean walks off camera and disappears into his bedroom. Shenge (the former limo driver, now working as Jean's assistant) assembles stretchers. SUPER: GREAT JONES STREET, 1985 A CAMERA CREW waits in the room. Jean returns. INTERVIEWER We're running a little late. He signals to the crew that he's beginning. INTERVIEWER (CONT'D) (to crew) Ready? He points to some scribbled words on the canvas. INTERVIEWER (CONT'D) ...Can you...decipher this for us? BASQUIAT Decipher? INTERVIEWER Yes. what do they...stand for? BASQUIAT They're just words. INTERVIEWER Yes, I understand---but where do you take them from? BASQUIAT Where? Do you ask Miles where he got that note from? Where do you take your words from? (beat) Everywhere. INTERVIEWER (pointing to a detail) What are they? BASQUIAT (smiling mischievously) Leeches. A long list of leeches. (looking at some frames Shenge's working on) It looks good like that. INTERVIEWER Hmmm. And `Parasites.' (beat) You seem to be a Primal Expressionist. BASQUIAT You mean like an ape? He grabs a huge double mouthful of French Fries and washes them down with champagne. . BASQUIAT (CONT'D) (chewing, spilling) A primate? INTERVIEWER Well, you said that. (beat--looks at notes) You've got a lot of references from Leonardo da Vinci, don't you? BASQUIAT Oh, that's a "Leonardo's Greatest Hits" painting. You like it? INTERVIEWER Yes, but as a black painter-- BASQUIAT I use a lot of colors--not only black INTERVIEWER What? BASQUIAT I'm not black. INTERVIEWER You're not? BASQUIAT Not what? INTERVIEWER Not black. BASQUIAT No, I'm Haitian-Puerto Rican. The BUZZER sounds. He signals for Steve not to answer the door. INTERVIEWER Yes, yes.. Let's talk about that... your roots.. Your father is from Haiti, isn't he? BASQUIAT (growing weary) Yup. INTERVIEWER Hmmmm. Interesting. And when you grew up were there any primitives hanging in your home? BASQUIAT We don't hang them at home, y'know---just in the streets.. INTERVIEWER I see.. (beat) And.. How do you respond to being called--hmmm- (peruses some notes) ---yes, "the pickaninny of the art world." BASQUIAT (smiles--- hurt, stunned) Who said that? INTERVIEWER Why, that's from Time Magazine. BASQUIAT No, he said I was the Eddie Murphy of the art world. He said the Eddie Murphy. INTERVIEWER Is it true that your mother resides in a mental institution? Jean walks off camera like he just received a punch in the stomach. The filming of the interview becomes increasingly erratic. INTERVIEWER (CONT'D) Let me....just... open something up here. You come from a nice, middle class, respectable home. Your father is an accountant. Why did you at one time live in a cardboard box in Tompkins Square? Jean walks back into frame. INTERVIEWER (CONT'D) Or rather, do you think you're being exploited or are you yourself exploiting the white image of the black artist from the ghetto? BASQUIAT Are those the only two possibil-ities? (cramming a French Fry into his mouth) You wanna French fry? INTERVIEWER Ok. One last thing. Is there any anger in you? Any anger in your work? BASQUIAT Should there be? INTERVIEWER Tell me about it. What are you angry about? Jean drifts off. BASQUIAT Mmmm. I don't know. I don't remember. INT---FANCY GOURMET DELI---DAY Jean and Andy browse through the aisles. Jean piles things into his cart. Jean approaches the specialty counter. Andy continues with the cart. BASQUIAT (to COUNTERMAN) Can I have some caviar, please? The counterman selects a miniscule plastic spoon of caviar and begins to put it into a tiny glass jar. BASQUIAT (CONT'D) I'd like to taste it, first. Reluctantly the counterman gives him a taste with a look like "what's a person who looks like you doing buying caviar?" Jean tastes the caviar and hands him back the spoon.. BASQUIAT (CONT'D) Is that the best quality you have? COUNTERMAN Yeah, it's the best one. BASQUIAT I'll take the whole tin. COUNTERMAN It's three thousand dollars! BASQUIAT I'll take it. (wipes nose with sleeve.) Andy, gimme three thousand dollars. (beat) Just the caviar---I'll get the rest. He hands two one hundred dollar bills for the other items to the counterman, who checks them carefully. BASQUIAT (CONT'D) You check everyone's bills or just mine? CUT TO: EXT---WINDOW---DAY A cheap pharmacy gift shop window. Jean and Andy look in on two yellow furry stuffed ducks which are part of a larger display. ANDY WARHOL When I was little, my brother and I used to have two ducks as pets. We called them the Rodriguez Brothers. They walk into a beauty salon. INT---BEAUTY SALON---DAY Jean and Andy recline on the beautician's armchairs. THREE BEAUTICIANS busy themselves with the two of them, simultaneously giving them pedicures and manicures. Jean sets down a magazine. BASQUIAT I wish they'd quit writing this shit about me. ANDY WARHOL That's good. At least they're interested. BASQUIAT Everybody's paying top dollar for scraps of paper, refrigerator doors---anything with a SAMO tag on it. (beat) The other day, I just wanted a pack of cigarettes, so I did a drawing and sold it for two bucks. A week later this gallery calls me up: "Somebody's offering us the drawing. Should we buy it for five thousand?" ANDY WARHOL Wow.. Stop giving them away. (beat) I got an invitation to model for Comme de Garcons.. You wanna do it with me? BASQUIAT Yeah---I'd do that.. You could teach me. ANDY WARHOL Gee. I don't need to. You're a natural. You should sign up with my modeling agent. Jean points to Andy's ankles---they have plastic flea collars on them. BASQUIAT Cool. ANDY WARHOL My dog, Archie.. I woke up with flea bites.. Creepy. I ran out and bought flea collars. They work really well. Beat. BASQUIAT Let's leave this town and go someplace. Some island. ANDY WARHOL Let's go to the Carnegie Museum. They have the world's most famous sculptures all in these giant plaster replicas. It's really great. It's in Pittsburg. EXT---STREET----DAY They walk out of the beauty salon.. Jean sees the back of a girl. She looks a lot like Gina. BASQUIAT Ouch.. ANDY WARHOL What's wrong? BASQUIAT That girl looks just like my old girlfriend Gina. ANDY WARHOL Do you still love her? BASQUIAT Yeah. I really blew it. I still think about her. ANDY WARHOL Well, have you asked her to come back? Jean shakes his head `no,' sorry that he didn't. INT--BARBETTA'S (RESTAURANT)---DAY A medium-sized dining room with dark wood paneling and tastefully appointed furnishings. Jean and Gina enter. Gina looks considerably more conservative than previously--- more like a student. Jean's dressed well, but looks even more careworn than usual. His hair is tied back with a necktie. He has a couple sores on his face. His skin looks a little puffy. The MAITRE'D smiles at Jean and bows--- MAITRE'D Mr. Basquiat--what a pleasure to see you again. BASQUIAT Hey George, what's up? A huge table with NINE WHITE EXECUTIVES. WAITERS clear their lunch settings. As they spot Jean and Gina entering, they gawk and snicker. George leads them to their table. As they take their seats, Jean notices the suppressed giggles coming from the executives' table. They try to ignore it. George disappears. Jean seems self-conscious about the sores on his face. GINA So are you really friends with Andy? He seems like such a weirdo. BASQUIAT He's not. He's out of town and he calls me every day. What's weird about him? GINA Don't you think he's using you? BASQUIAT Why does everybody say that? He's the only person I know who doesn't need to use me. George reappears. GEORGE Would you like to see the wine list? BASQUIAT Chateau Latour '64, please. George disappears again. GINA So. Are you ready? I start Columbia next fall. Of course, there's like, a year of pre-med stuff, but--whatever. I'm really excited. (beat) And: (You're not going to believe this.) Rene gave me a job as his secretary. His poems are getting published. BASQUIAT How is he? GINA Pretty much the same. Jean's eyebrows go up. BASQUIAT Wow. Congratulations. I hate that asshole. (beat) Thanks for coming. I guess I just wanted to find out how you're--- GINA (referring to an extra loud snicker from execs) What's that about? BASQUIAT Forget it. George arrives and pours a sip for Jean to taste. He nods. George moves off. Two or three of the executives break out laughing. Jean puts the glass down and looks at them. The other table is clearly making fun of him. GINA That is amazing. What year is it? BASQUIAT George? George hurries over. GEORGE I'm sorry, Mr. Basquiat. BASQUIAT See that table over there? I'd like to pay their bill. Long silence. GEORGE I'm sorry? Gina looks at Jean, confused. BASQUIAT Yeah, just put their bill on my tab. GEORGE Really? BASQUIAT Yeah. GEORGE Very well. He moves off towards the executives. George whispers to the HEAD EXECUTIVE, and nods towards Jean. The executives spread the words amongst themselves. They're horrified. BASQUIAT (continuing) Baby, I think about you a lot. I'm really sorry about everything. You have to believe me. I'm serious. I wish, y'know, that we were-- GINA I don't believe it, Jean---they're picking straws. A YOUNG EXECUTIVE, obviously the loser, takes a deep breath and heads towards them. YOUNG EXEC Excuse me.. On behalf of my friends I'd like to apologize. We're really sorry. BASQUIAT I wish you niggahs could get it togeth-ahhhhhh. The executive reaches to shake Jean's hand. Jean puts a hundred dollar bill in his hand. YOUNG EXECUTIVE What's this for? BASQUIAT The tip. Jean turns back to Gina. The executive leaves them. George smiles. GINA You don't have to be sorry. There's no one to blame. Jean, you're a real artist. I thought I was one. You made me realize I wasn't. BASQUIAT What's his name? Gina balks. Rather than face a disappointment-- BASQUIAT (CONT'D) I have to go to the bathroom. INT----BARBETTA'S (BATHROOM)----DAY CLOSE ON JEAN, looking in the mirror. He looks at himself. He starts to pick at his face. INT---PALLADIUM---HUGE ROOM---NIGHT Jean and Albert Milo sit on a banquette A huge white painting of Jean's with a dragon's head hangs on one wall to their left. On the opposite wall in back of the bar hangs another huge painting with a lot of heads, mostly black. Lots of PEOPLE mill about a huge room. A GIRL----another Gina look-alike walks through the crowd. Jean's eyes follow her momentarily.. BASQUIAT (re: the paintings) What do you think? ALBERT MILO I like the one with the dragon's heads a lot. But the black one's filled up with too many heads... (beat) I'd take some of them out. (beat) I think you're painting too fast. I wouldn't put in so many heads. Let it breathe a bit. BASQUIAT It's always how you would do it. This is my version. ALBERT MILO You're right. It's your version. You should come over to the studio sometime. BASQUIAT Why, so you could humiliate me? ALBERT MILO No, I wanted to make a painting of you. EXT----UNION SQUARE PARK---DAY Jean rides his bicycle through the park. He's looking up at the birds flying in the trees. ANGLE ON: The birds. We see the statue in the middle of the park, but we have no idea where we are until we see the Mays Dept. Store sign. The birds circle in flocks, never lighting on the trees. EXT----THE FACTORY (ENTRANCE)---DAY Jean presses a buzzer. He's admitted. He carries his bike on his shoulder. INT---THE FACTORY---DAY Jean enters a broad, high-ceilinged studio. It's neat. Paintings lie on the floor. Andy's back is turned to him. As Jean gets closer, he sees that Andy's assistant FRANK is peeing on canvas covered with copper pigment. We hear the SOUND of the piss. Frank holds a bottle of beer in his hand. ANDY WARHOL A little more to the right, Frank. Ok.. Good. Now up.. You got a little more? Jean notices a bunch of Andy's wigs on a desk. BASQUIAT What's with the wigs? ANDY WARHOL I'm going to send them to my friends for Christmas presents. BASQUIAT You think those are good presents? Who wants an old wig? Jean makes a grimace. He walks up to the painting Frank's peeing on. BASQUIAT Piss painting? ANDY WARHOL I wanted to make a few more of these. Frank's been drinking this Mexican beer. It makes a good green. BASQUIAT How come you're not peeing on them yourself? ANDY WARHOL I don't like beer. Looking down at the painting--- BASQUIAT If you ever want me to shit on 'em, just ask. You could finger paint. INT----THE FACTORY----LATER: Jean and Andy collaborate on a large canvas. Andy outlines a Mobil Oil winged horse. Jean paints it out. To the side he paints a penguin with a hat. ANDY WARHOL That was my favorite part! BASQUIAT We can do better. It needed more white. Andy watches as Jean lights a joint and continues working on his penguin. ANDY WARHOL Jean, you make me feel worthless. You're so famous. Andy paints an Amoco logo next to the penguin. BASQUIAT I don't even have any friends anymore besides you. And everyone says "Warhol? That death-warmed over person on drugs? He's just using you." ANDY WARHOL Gee. You shouldn't take it so seriously, Jean. That's why you can't stop taking drugs. You always think people don't like you. Everyone likes you. BASQUIAT People are only interested in you because you're famous, not because they know a fuckin' thing about your work. Jean paints out part of Andy's logo. ANDY WARHOL Bruno called. In Europe, people are saying you're gonna die from drugs. They think they can cash in on your death. BASQUIAT When I was poor, everybody doubted I could make it. When I got rich, everyone said, `yeah, but he'll never keep it up.' Now everyone says `he's killing himself.' So I clean up, and then they say `Look. His art's dead.' I don't take drugs, anyway. I'm healthy now. Jean obliterates Andy's logo. ANDY WARHOL If you say so. You sleep until 5:00 p.m. You call at four in the morning. You never show up anywhere on time---if you show up..You're painting out everything I do! Andy paints back in part of the horse. BASQUIAT That's better. Jean adds some letters on top of Andy's logo. ANDY WARHOL I can't even see what's good anymore. Jean Michel obliterates the rest of the logo with some white. Andy steps back and squints as he examines Jean's work. ANDY WARHOL (CONT'D) Yeah, I see what you mean about the white. It's better. Jean quits painting. BASQUIAT After the show we should take a nice long vacation. Maybe go to Hawaii. That's what I'm gonna do. I'm going to give up painting and start playing music again. I wanna sing. ANDY WARHOL That would be a pity because you're a real painter. Frank arrives. FRANK Here's the poster for the show. He presents them with a yellow poster of Jean and Andy facing each other with boxing gloves. INT-----FACTORY---NEXT DAY Shenge hands Andy a box. Andy opens the box. Inside is a football helmet with Jean's dreadlocks glued to the outside. CLOSE UP: Andy in mirror wearing helmet. CUT TO: INSERT: the screen is filled with the cover of the New York Times Magazine. Jean is featured on the cover, without his dreadlocks. INT---GREAT JONES ST. LOFT---NIGHT As Shenge opens the door, a CROWD of people spill out. They pour into the loft. The studio is crowded with PEOPLE. (Many of them we recognize from earlier scenes in Mudd Club, Jean's opening, etc). On the wall there is a portrait of Jean by Andy. The background is a piss painting. Inside, Jean kneels on the floor in the corner of the loft with a bunch of people around him----girls, mostly. Twenty-five copies of the Times Magazine lay stacked on the floor. Crouching on one knee, Jean signs a copy for a BRUNETTE. Looking up--- BASQUIAT Name? BRUNETTE Elke. BASQUIAT Number? BRUNETTE 505-0236. A BRUNETTE walks up--- BASQUIAT Name? BLONDE Monica. BASQUIAT Number? BLONDE 477-0258 Andy's assistant, Frank, arrives with CHRISTINE, 25, a model. BASQUIAT Yo, Frank. FRANK This is really great. What a nice place. Jean is taken with Christine. FRANK (CONT'D) Have you met Christine? BASQUIAT I don't think so. He's thrown off his rhythm. CHRISTINE Would you sign one of those for me? TOXIC [seen with Rene at loft party earlier] spots Jean and steps in. TOXIC YO! Jean, this is Ramellzee. RAMMELLZEE Yo.. You know why Rammellzee's here, don't you? TOXIC Uh-oh! RAMMELLZEE I'm here for an interrogation. You've been called a graffiti artist and I wanna know why. All I see are scribble scrabble abstractions! BASQUIAT Boom. RAMMELLZEE Boom? As in ordnance? Are your letters armed? What is the prime directive of graffiti culture? Do you know, black man? Jean likes Rammellzee enough to be patient.. Toxic grins and rolls his eyes to Jean. Jean watches Christine as they go on. TOXIC (to Ram, re: Jean) Man, I was up on him years ago on the IRT. RAMMELLZEE You're selling and ending the culture. Not one bit of information. Only to get the money and growl with the power, man. TOXIC That's ignorant. BASQUIAT That ain't ignorant---that's just stupid. (beat---to Christine) Can I get you a bowl of gumbo? Rammellzee yells after him-- RAMMELLZEE This interrogation is not over! Jean escorts Christine to the kitchen. Bruno and Andy stand in the crowd. Nearby are two WOMEN. WOMAN Albert Milo? Ugh! He's just a pressmonger. That's all these people do. WOMAN #2 You know, I love Jean's early work. It's really got something. But this collaboration with Andy----maybe they thought it was a joke.. I mean--whose work is it? Jean's or Andy's? Walking by, Rene responds to this-- RENE His early work? He's only twenty-six! Rene walks over to Jean. BASQUIAT Hey, Rene. RENE Thanks again for not inviting me. I'm only here on business. Rene heads back out into the party. Jean eats gumbo while Christine thumbs through the Times Magazine. ANGLE ON: Rene responds to something Andy's been telling him in a low voice. RENE (CONT'D) (loudly) You're asking me? Nigga, please. After the way you treated me? This is the first time I've heard from either of you in months! I had to crash this party! You treated me like a suede biscuit. Rene don't play that! I can't get him off drugs! I don't even talk to him any more!! ANDY WARHOL (to Bruno) What's a suede biscuit? CUT TO: Christine looks up from her magazine.. CHRISTINE (amused) Hey, what's this? It says right here you're Andy's... "lapdog".... Jean walks away.. He passes through the crowd, making his way to the door. He exits. EXT---GREAT JONES ST LOFT---NIGHT Drugged, upset, Jean leaves the party. He opens a limo door and looks back at his house. The party continues. The limo drives off. We HOLD on Jean's building. INT---LIMO---NIGHT The limo floats through the streets. Jean stares out the window. BASQUIAT Here.. Pull over. The limo pulls over. Jean exits. EXT----STREET--NIGHT Jean disappears around the corner. ANGLE ON: THREE KIDS in the process of prying a door panel with crowbars. We see that they're removing one of Jean's SAMO pieces from a wall. We READ: PAY FOR SOUP BUILD A FORT SET IT ON FIRE Jean arrives behind them. BASQUIAT What's up? KID #1 Mind your own fuckin' business. BASQUIAT (recognizing his work) That's mine. KID That ain't yours, man. Some asshole named SAMO did this. KID#3 He's dead. That's what I heard. KID #2 He ain't dead yet. He's gonna kill himself. That's why all those art fags in Soho are paying more every time we bring one of these in. KID #1 Stupid SAMO.. Hardly any of this shit left. The panel is almost pried free without a scratch. KID #3 This one's damn nice. I say we hang onto it if he's almost dead. Jean shoves his way in front with a magic marker and adds a couple words; now it reads: SAMO IS DEAD. BASQUIAT There you go. Now it's worth more. The kids are outraged, thinking Jean's ruined their find. They jump on him. They beat the shit out of him. They're done. Jean lies curled up on the ground, trying to talk. KID #2 What's he saying? BASQUIAT I'm Samo.. I'm Samo.. KID #3 (bending close) He says he's SAMO. Kid #1 whacks him in the back once more for good measure. KID #1 He wish. DISSOLVE TO: THE SEA. It is flat, dead, gray. Ominous and waiting. INT--GREAT JONES ST. LOFT---DAY Washed in sunlight, a large painting leans against the wall, the words "HAITIAN BASEBALL FACTORIES" scrawled through its center. Jean lays down, watching TV. He looks older now, more worn. His face is slightly swollen. His complexion is discolored. Shenge covers a triptych with wide brush strokes of yellow paint. He circles a large, primitive figure of a black man drawn with magic marker in the center. He is careful to leave the figure intact. BASQUIAT Paint it out. SHENGE Out? BASQUIAT Yeah.. Maybe just his arms. (Shenge paints out the arms) Put some Cerulean Blue there. Jean points to the lower corner. Shenge picks up the phone, which has been RINGING for some time. SHENGE It's Andy again. BASQUIAT Still not here. SHENGE ---In this corner? BASQUIAT (not looking) Yeah.. Shenge changes the brush and dips it in the can. SHENGE You want me to put it here? BASQUIAT Use your fucking instinct. Shenge shrugs and starts to spread the blue. Jean looks at his work. BASQUIAT (CONT'D) Don't try to make art. Just paint like a housepainter. A woman's shout can be heard through the open window. Shenge looks out. SHENGE It's Maria Portos. What should we do? BASQUIAT Why don't you try letting her in, Steve---I mean Shenge. SHENGE Get up. She won't buy anything if she sees me working on it! BASQUIAT Wanna bet? If you show too much respect for people with money, they don't have respect for you. MARIA, a raven-haired, sharp-featured beauty in a Chanel suit jacket, blue jeans, and pearls walks into the room. She's with ELLEN---younger---a millionaire fake hippie from Texas. Maria carries a bag with clogs in it---a present for Jean. She takes them out. MARIA (showing him the clogs) These reminded me of you, the clogs. I found them in Amsterdam. Jean doesn't get up from the floor. MARIA (CONT'D) How are you? BASQUIAT Fine. MARIA You remember Ellen? (looking around) What are you working on? Basquiat points at the painting. ELLEN How much is something like that? Jean raises his hand and pumps five fingers three times in the air. MARIA Fifteen. Reasonable. Ellen makes a snotty face. BASQUIAT It's unfinished. (to Shenge) How 'bout some blue in the corner? Shenge gives Jean a stupefied look. SHENGE Blue? Where? BASQUIAT What's wrong with you today? Shenge is embarrassed by Jean's remark in the company of the two women. BASQUIAT (CONT'D) Don't look at me like that. It hurts my feelings. He points. Unsure, Shenge picks up the brush and paints one of the corners. Maria browses through a stack of paintings leaning against the wall. MARIA I love these. ELLEN God..I just can't even care anymore. Compare this to a mountain or a tree. Who're y'all trying to kid? That's what I think. I was just in the Himalayas, and like--ok- -is this important? No. I mean, compared to the rain forest or something? These are just narcissistic jokes. MARIA (to Jean) Who are you selling these through now? Jean gets to his feet. He dips a long, thin brush into black paint and nonchalantly crosses out the half figure that Shenge is carefully surrounding with blue. BASQUIAT Well, that's better. (to Maria) You can buy direct from me. ELLEN Look at these---silkscreens? What're you? Andy Warhol Junior? It's like---not even handmade anymore. She's not even worth a response. Jean looks around, numb. INT---MARY BOONE GALLERY---DAY Jean enters the gallery. Cleaned up. Healthier. Bruises healing. He looks like he's been painting. Mary looks up from her desk, surprised to see Jean. MARY BOONE Jean Michel.. Crawling from the wreckage? BASQUIAT I need a dealer. MARY BOONE You have a bunch of them, don't you? Albert Milo walks in from another room. ALBERT MILO Hey Jean! (to Mary) It'll never fit. MARY BOONE It'll be ok. ALBERT MILO You better take a look. Why's your door so small? The ceilings are sixteen feet and your door's the size of a mouse hole! MARY BOONE Why are your paintings so big? Just go home. I'll get it in. ALBERT MILO (to Jean) You doing anything right now? BASQUIAT Naa.. ALBERT MILO Let's get out of here. BASQUIAT See ya in an hour. (to Mary) So what do you think? MARY BOONE Bruno spoke to me already. We could talk about it. BASQUIAT I'm here. MARY BOONE Ok. I'll be at your studio Thursday three o'clock. INT---ALBERT MILO'S LOFT---DAY Albert shows Jean through a series of large rooms filled with enormous paintings. It looks like the Cairo Museum. They pause before a painting. ALBERT MILO This is painted on a backdrop from the Kabuki theater in Japan. I painted it after Joseph Beuys died. A rebirth painting. I felt like he could've painted it, or maybe someone else was painting it instead of me. The Chinese calligraphers used to change their name mid-career so they could start over as someone else.. BASQUIAT Do you ever get sick of it? ALBERT MILO Of what? BASQUIAT The whole thing---painting. ALBERT MILO No. It's one of the few times I feel good. I used to have to go to work and cook every day. That I got sick of. BASQUIAT What about the shit they write? ALBERT MILO You're asking me this because of the `lapdog' remark. I read that. The person that wrote that has the compassion of a housefly. That's your enemy, not your audience. Your audience hasn't even been born yet. It's a lie that art is popular. The only thing popular about it is that it's written about in newspapers. I'm surprised when anybody comes to my openings. There're about ten people on the planet who know anything about painting, and Andy's one of them. BASQUIAT I haven't felt like talking to him since that thing came out. ALBERT MILO As long as I've known Andy, he's never asked me for anything except to speak to you about getting off drugs. He's painted my picture, we've eaten dinner in God knows how many places together. But he doesn't care about me. He cares about you. You're the only person he cares about. He's your friend. Fuck that article. You want a toasted bagel with cream cheese? Milo's daughter STELLA (12) calls out from over the balcony. STELLA (O.S.) Papa, the TV's broken.. Will you fix it please? ALBERT MILO Alright. I'll be right up. Albert leaves. Jean looks at some paintings. Stella comes downstairs. STELLA (to Jean) Hi. BASQUIAT Hi. STELLA I've seen you before. I like your paintings a lot. Your hair was different. BASQUIAT You like your dad's paintings? STELLA Some of them. BASQUIAT Stand still. He draws her. BASQUIAT (CONT'D) See you later. STELLA Thanks He walks to the door, leaving the drawing on the floor. Albert returns. ALBERT MILO Where's Jean? STELLA He just left. Albert opens the door to the stairwell looking for Jean. He hears the sound of URINATING. He leans over the stairwell. He sees Jean Michel, taking a piss on the landing. He shuts the door quietly. EXT---GIFT SHOP WINDOW---DAY Jean walks out of the gift shop (seen earlier, next to beautician's) EXT---BROADWAY AND HOUSTON STREET---DAY Jean walks through the middle of the intersection. He carries two yellow, furry toy ducks under his arm. SUPER: FEBRUARY 22, 1987 Seeing Bruno at the wheel of a black Mercedes stopped at a light, Jean clowns around like a street vendor who wants to wash his window. Bruno doesn't notice him. BASQUIAT B.B. It's me--Jean! What's the matter? No snow in Switzerland this year? BRUNO I didn't see you. BASQUIAT What do you mean? BRUNO You haven't heard? Andy's dead. The light changes. Bruno pulls across the street because of the traffic. Jean drops one of the ducks in the street and walks off. ANGLE ON: the duck lying in the street. EXT---GREAT JONES ST. LOFT---NIGHT The "OUT FOR RIBS" sign hangs outside Jean's door. EXT---GREAT JONES ST---DAY Mary sits in her limo trying to call Jean. INT---GREAT JONES ST. LOFT---DAY Near darkness. The curtains are drawn. Music plays: `Birds' by Neil Young: "it's over.....it's over". Jean watches a video tape with the sound MUTED. The screen fills with Andy's face. We SEE a series of quick scenes from his life. Jean and the remaining duck are lit by the TV. INT---GREAT JONES ST. LOFT--DAY EXTREME CLOSE UP: A COLORED PENCIL TIP held in Jean's hand. It's stalled in mid- stroke. He writes with a magic marker on the heel of two wooden clogs the word: TITANIC. There's a loud BANGING at the door. When it stops, the pencil tip resumes its long voyage across the page. MUSIC UP: Tom Waits' "Tom Traubert's Blues" EXT---GINA'S APT---DAY Jean buzzes the doorbell. He's wearing the clogs. He's hurting. The intercom comes on. BASQUIAT Hello? Gina? MALE VOICE Who is it? Jean recognizes Benny's voice. ANGLE UP: Gina and Benny look out the window into the street. Jean's a block away. EXT---MENTAL HOSPITAL---NIGHT Jean gets out of a cab. He walks up to the entrance. The doors are locked. He rattles them. Inside, an OLD JANITOR keeps mopping. Jean pounds harder, RATTLES the doors more. BASQUIAT Hey, come here! Please. Just for a second. Open the door. The janitor gets nervous. He leaves. He returns a moment later with a large SECURITY GUARD. BASQUIAT Open up! Open up! The guard unlocks the door, hoping to settle Jean down. BASQUIAT (CONT'D) My mother's inside. GUARD Come back tomorrow. Visiting hours are over. (beat) Don't cause any trouble. BASQUIAT I'm not here to visit.. I wanna take her home. The guard gently ushers Jean out through the door. GUARD Don't cause any trouble. He locks the door and walks off with the janitor. EXT---STREET---DAYBREAK Jean, walks around, drifting, stoned. He looks up at the skyline. DISSOLVE: Waves crash silently over a surfer. FADE TO BLACK. FADE IN: STREET SOUNDS. BENNY (O.S.) Willie Mays. FADE IN: EXT---STREET-- MORNING Jean has been passed out on a sidewalk. CLOSE ON: Benny's face. He leans over Jean and helps him up. BASQUIAT Willie Mays..Nice to see you. Benny looks at Jean's eyes. Jean stretches, kicking life back into his limbs. BASQUIAT (CONT'D) How's Gina? You guys getting along? Benny looks at him guiltily. BENNY She's good. BASQUIAT I guess it was a long time ago. BENNY Come on, let's get out of here. EXT---JEEP---STREETS---DAY Jean and Benny zoom along in a battered old Army Jeep. Now revived, Jean stands up, waving at people miming General Patton. We HEAR the music of "Summer of Siam." BENNY Sit down! You're gonna fall out! BASQUIAT Me fall? Let's get some drugs! BENNY Drugs??! BASQUIAT Medicine, man! Like..health food. I'm taking care of my health! INT---HEALTH FOOD STORE---DAY A mountain of homeopathic medicine and health food on the counter. Benny helps the clerk load it into a box. CLERK You starting a hospital? Jean approaches and dumps some more stuff onto the counter. He's chewing something. BASQUIAT Just ring it up. I don't need a bag. (to Benny) Try this tabouli--it's great.. Tabouli spills onto Jean's shirt. EXT----WEST BROADWAY---DAY Jean and Benny walk along. Benny's arms are full with boxes. Jean walks in front, eating yogurt. He's wearing his Titanic clogs. Benny tries to keep up. BASQUIAT (CONT'D) My mom told me this.. Or was it a dream? DISSOLVE: (FADE IN: John Cale's version of Leonard Cohen's "Hallelujah") INT--CELL--DAY A crude stone jail--almost medieval---fairy-tale like. A thick wooden plank suspended by chains for a bench. A candle on the wall. A small, crowned prince (the boy seen in the dream in intro.) looks longingly out the window at rolling green hills. Terraced hillsides, cedar trees, cottages, smoke wafting up from chimneys. Dirt streets. The prince smashes the window. He hits his head on the bars, gripping them tightly. EXT---MEDIEVAL VILLAGE'--DAY The villagers cease their activities as they listen to the SOUND. Looking up, they smile, as if warmed to their souls by some unearthly and intangible substance. They look heavenwards. CAMERA follows their collective gaze skywards. We shoot up, up, into the sky. BASQUIAT (O.S.) There was this little prince with a magic crown. An evil warlock kidnapped him, locked him in a cell in a huge tower and took away his voice. There was a window made of bars. The prince would smash his head against the bars hoping that someone would hear the sound and find him. The crown made the most beautiful sound that anyone ever heard. You could hear the ringing for miles. It was so beautiful, that people wanted to grab the air. They never found the prince. He never got out of the room. But the sound he made filled everything up with beauty. BASQUIAT (O.S) It's definitely time to get out of here. EXT---WEST BROADWAY---DAY We rush down, down through the sky. Buildings come up at us. We're over Soho. We're back on the ground. Benny and Jean continue walking. We see Jean from behind. He's looking up. Benny stops to readjust his parcels. Jean continues down the street, talking louder. BASQUIAT (CONT'D) Hawaii? Fuck Hawaii. Let's go to Ireland. We'll stop in every bar and have a drink . FREEZE FRAME ON HIS FACE.. SUPER: JEAN MICHEL BASQUIAT BORN: DECEMBER 14, 1961 DIED: AUGUST 12, 1988. EXT--IRELAND---DAY Rolling hills. Green. Lush. Peaceful.. THE END Found on INFlow Screenplay Repository