DESSI BLUE
Screenplay by: Verity Hill & Canon Holt
Story by: Verity Hill & Canon Holt
WORKING SCRIPT
P. 17
EXTERIOR – LAFAYETTE THEATRE – NIGHT
132nd Street & 2nd Avenue: Odessa Johnson stands outside the Lafayette surrounded by hundreds of people waiting to get in. The lit theater marquee sign above reads Macbeth. Scalpers wave tickets to the mostly Black theatergoers, men in their coats and sharp-brimmed hats, women dressed in their finery with freshly-pressed hair. Odessa cranes her neck, trying to see above the crowd, obviously looking for someone. She’s jostled by several people.
DESSI
Hey! Watch it!
She clutches her hat when it’s almost knocked off her head and she’s shoved into a girl in the crowd.
DESSI
’Scuse me. Everybody’s trying to get in.
TILDA
It’s alright. And if they ain’t got a ticket, they can forget it. ‘Lessen they plan to pay five dollars.
DESSI
I was kinda hoping I’d get one. A friend of mine was bringing me some money she owes me so I could buy a ticket.
Dessi cranes her neck again.
TILDA
Hmmmph. I got a ticket I’ll sell you. My old man bought ’em, but he late. Bet I’d find him with that other one.
DESSI
He cheating on you?
Tilda offers a mischievous grin.
Both girls laugh.
DESSI
I’m Odessa Johnson, but you can call me Dessi.
TILDA
Matilda Hargrove. Everybody calls me Tilda.
Dessi looks around at all the people elbowing each other and trying to get into the theater.
DESSI
Harlem is on fire tonight.
TILDA
Where you been? Harlem’s on fire every night.
DESSI
This is different. I never seen the likes of this.
TILDA
What watermelon truck you fall off, girl? You sound as country as Mississippi.
DESSI
Alabama, I’ll have you know.
TILDA
You want this ticket, Bama?
DESSI
How much?
TILDA
How much ya got?
DESSI
A dollar and some change.
DESSI
The Cotton Club.
TILDA
Stop lying. You ain’t yellow enough to work at the Cotton Club.
DESSI
Not onstage. I wash dishes.
TILDA
Oh. You like it?
The girls laugh again and Tilda looks at Dessi, assessing, head to toe.
TILDA
You dance, Bama?
DESSI
I do.
TILDA
Lindy?
DESSI
I can do ’em all.
DESSI
Couple of times.
TILDA
I’m a hostess there. We looking for new girls.
DESSI
Hostess? Do hostesses keep their legs closed?
Tilda touches her chest, feigns shock.
TILDA
Lord, Bama! Well, I never.
DESSI
I’ll ask your old man if you ever.
They cackle, and both are jostled from behind, pushing them into each other again. Dessi grabs Tilda’s arm and they stare into each other’s eyes for a long second. Tilda clears her throat and takes a ticket from her stylish purse.
TILDA
I may be a cheat, but I ain’t no whore. Tell ya what, Bama. Looks like Daddy got hemmed up with his old lady. Take the ticket and we’ll talk about the job after the play. How’s that sound?
Odessa’s eyes widen and a smile breaks out on her face. She snatches the ticket.
