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old lady some respect.

  MAMA

  Dex, we don’t want no trouble-

  A smooth Dex lets John’s mama know-

  DEX

  Ain’t gonna be no trouble Mrs. Williams. We just want to enjoy the festivities.

  Mama backs down. The room goes silent as-

  Dex and his crew stroll through the apartment. Dex is enjoying the groove of the music until he-

  Spots Marcia dancing with John. They’re getting a grind on as-

  Dex rushes over and-

  Violently yanks Marcia away from John.

  DEX

  Yo, what is this shit?

  MarciA

  We just dancing Dex-

  DEX

  I’m out here bustin’ my ass on the street and you grinding up on niggers! What the fuck you think you doing Marcia?

  MARCIA

  I just wanted to welcome John back from Iraq-

  DEX

  I don’t care what you wanted to do, you don’t disrespect me. Now git yo ass upstairs.

  Dex shoves Marcia across the room. He gives Marcia a cold look out of the corner of his eye. She scurries out of the apartment as-

  Dex gets up in John’s grille.

  DEX

  First you get soda all over my gear. Now you steppin’ to my woman. What? You got a death wish soldier boy?

  John

  I ain’t know she was your woman-

  DEX

  Well now you know. I own that. Just like I own everything else around here-

  JOHN

  I don’t see your name on anything around here. Maybe you ought to put a mark on it-

  Dex reaches into his waistband and takes out a-

  9mm pistol

  And points it John’s head. On seeing the gun-

  DEX

  I’ma put my mark on you-

  John isn’t fazed. A tense stand-off builds as-

  Partygoers scramble out the door screaming.

  PARTYGOER#1

  OH NO! THEY SHOOTIN! THEY SHOOTIN!