IN WHAT WE TRUST

Written by

Quentil Pompey

Based on, Words (Tone and Voice)

Address
Phone Number
EXT. BUY HERE PAY HERE CAR LOT -- DAY

Qadill and Crystal - arm around the other waste, with wide
smiles -

AN IMPROVED USED CAR, washed and ready for it’s new OWNERS.

INT. NEW HOUSE -- NIGHT

A comfortable half an ACRE for a nice SINGLE FAMILY RANCH

STYLE.

UNDER THE CAR PORT

Qadill stands on LADDER, and replaces a light-fixture.

Crystal comes out THE FRONT DOOR with OUTSIDE DECORATIONS.

CRYSTAL
This is perfect!

Qadill looks from above and agrees.

CRYSTAL (CONT'D)
I’m still trying to take all this
in. It’s amazing how fast things
have happen for us.

QADILL
On half an acre: three bedrooms two
full baths. I’m not complaining.

CRYSTAL
I still have ideas for that second
and third bedroom, let alone the
bathroom’s.

Qadill steps down from the ladder. Folds, and opens a DOOR,
then places the ladder in a STORAGE ROOM.
QADILL
Teacher said it sat for about two
years. I wonder why?

CRYSTAL
I wouldn’t put too much into it.

Qadill CELL PHONE RINGS.

Crystal stops with her decorations, and with an earth-

rattling grunt, cuts Qadill a look.
 2.

QADILL
It’s our night. And we agreed I get
one night a week right.

CRYSTAL
When did he become a date?

Qadill eyes scorn her statement. And so he answers his phone.

QADILL
(to phone)
Yo, I had to take care of
something. On my way.

Crystal not happy. Storms inside house and SLAMS front door.

I/E. QADILL’S NEW CAR/CLUB PARKING -- NIGHT

Qadill NEW CAR pulls into parking space.

KENARD (O.S.)
Fresh interior. Smell like a status
changer! Praise the Law, son.

INT. QADILL'S NEW CAR -- CONTINUOUS

Qadill and Kenard finish up a blunt.

QADILL
Yo, Teacher may not be all bad, KT.
Sometimes I can overthink things. I
often believe wolves are at the
door. But was willing to challenged
that theory. The other day I went
to the front door, and opened it.

KENARD
No wolves was there?

Qadill shakes his head.

KENARD (CONT'D)
Make’em him sovereign? I know too
many of those charismatic, smooth
talking holy rollies, and they all
turn out to be frauds.

QADILL
All I’m saying, he followed through
on his word.
 3.

KENARD
The demon thinks the angels a demon
son, but i won’t the blame for you
errant ways. What’s up with your
writing?

QADILL
You know Crystal’s not hearing that
school thing I’m talking, man

KENARD
You keep compromising your life for
her feelings. Does she do it for
you?

QADILL
She’s been cooling lately, I can’t
be mad.

KENARD
Cut back on the riffing; loving
those European delights Teacher
prayed over huh?

QADILL
Happy wife, less strife right?

KENARD
That school thing for you is your
life, son. We need the bread,
though, I understand. I’m waiting
on this cookie face ass nigga now
with the next job.

Qadill mulls over his statement a few seconds.

QADILL
So what’s up with Jaz and this
mysterious cat? It’s good?

KENARD
Up all night screaming, smacking
each other around. No it’s not
good.

Qadill bits lips, and head writhes in sheer displeasure

QADILL
Smacking lil Jaz?

KENARD
It’s bananas son!
 4.

QADILL
Come on, KT. Do I need to meet this
dude; twist his balloon or
something? I know you not letting
that go down.

KENARD
Jasmine be on her type time too,
Quiz. I don’t get involve. Why
should I? No more than you should.
I bet she’ll straight buck fifty me
if it’ll get her ahead.

Qadill chuckles his disbelief.

QADILL
(waves off)
You’re wild, man.

KENARD
Facts.

Qadill reaches in his pocket, pulls out a few dollars, and

hands it to Kenard.

QADILL
And now, a hand washes a hand.

Kenard takes the money. And they both open doors. Step out
car.

Qadill and Kenard, dress for the occasion...

KENARD
I do appreciate this son. Y’know I
got you in a minute.

QADILL
You know, that it extends far
beyond American currency.

They embrace with a handshake.

KENARD
Let’s go walk the streets of gold,
son.

INT. MEETING HALL - DAY

Qadill behind the pulpit in all his splendor, so charismatic

and dramatic - he recites.
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QADILL
Demanding flock, walk-in shame!
Blessing' to souls. You profane HIS
NAME in your life-styles, living it
bold!' In a controlled inhabitant
of delusional ways. A discord in
offerings, so off spring will
hunger for days.

It’s a CONGREGATION - mixer between young and old; regardless

of race, religion, or creed.

CONGREGATION
PRAISE THE LAW!

Teacher Zeal unhooks ANOTHER MIC from the podium and joins
Qadill

QADILL/TEACHER ZEAL
I’m seeing pleading in the valley -

QADILL
- And witnessed famines abroad;
while cries for help!

Crystal stands, and follows suit...

QADILL/CRYSTAL/TEACHER ZEAL
But the thief grabs, then screaming
for Gods!

Then there is the -

CONGREGATION
Sightless praise from dry bones.
The breath is decease. So we shall
reap, the utterances of this
flaming decree!

TEACHER ZEAL
(exhilarated)
PRAISE THE LAW!

The Congregation APLANDS with -

CONGREGATION
PRAISE THE LAW!

And as the Congregation reseats and calms.

Teacher Zeal gestures for Crystal to proceed.

Crystal lifts her CHOIR. And they are on timing

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CHOIR
PRAISE THE LAW!

CRYSTAL
(sings)
And have mercy on me. For this
world, somehow makes me week.

CRYSTAL/CHOIR
(sing)
So I come to you!

CRYSTAL
On bended knee. Because only you -

CRYSTAL/CHOIR
- Can give me the strength!

INT. NEW HOUSE QADILL’S DREAM

Crystal moves about on a mission. Through the kitchen

- the Living Room - to

THE BACK DOOR

- where she stops, and eavesdrops on Kenard, hand Qadill a

WAD OF MONEY.

KENARD
Just throwing that back at you,
son. May need. Despite fairy tale.

QADILL
So, all of this is folk and fables?

KENARD
I know you have that job thing
going on - but... I think you
should be pressing that school.
You’re Goddamn Encyclopedia, son

Qadill counts the money, then stuffs in his pocket, but his
reverie is broken becoming aware of his displeased WIFE who
is watching.

END OF DREAM
SEQUENCE