RARE MICHAEL JACKSON V. TATE O' NEAL

INT.ROLLS ROYCE-DAY

TATUM O'NEAL,14 year old wild child is trying to show
Michael how to drive, switching gear shifts in his brand new
sky blue Rolls Royce.A gift for his birthday, Michael can't
even drive it.

TATUM O'NEAL
(pointing to stick shift)
Okay, now put it in drive

MICHAEL JACKSON
(confused)
Which one?

TATUM O'NEAL
(pointing to the "D")
That one!

Michael shifts the car--

TATUM O'NEAL
(yelling)
THE BRAKE,THE BRAKE!!!

Michael slams the brakes.

MICHAEL JACKSON
(angry)
What?!

TATUM O'NEAL
(direct)
Listen to me, now go.

Tatum sitting in the passenger seat directs Mike in the
driver seat.They practice along the property, driving up and
down the circle driveway.

MICHAEL JACKSON
(soft falsetto)
This isn't hard.

Michael gets the hang of it when SUDDENLY he hits a statue--
Joe rushes outside.

JOE JACKSON
(yelling)
MICHAEL!!!... What the hell are you
doin' out here? You know you can't
drive, turn that damn car off, you
both get out now!!!!

INT/EXT.HAYVENHURST-CONTINUOUS

Michael and Tatum stroll the grounds of the house in the
bright sun light.Showing her animals and places, Tatum
enjoys the walk.They start to talk--

MICHAEL JACKSON
(walking and talking)
You never talk about your mother...

TATUM O'NEAL
(bitter)
There's nothing to say.

Tatum's light green eyes go into a scowl.Walking along and
swinging her arms, Michael notices a cut on her arm.He
touches it.

MICHAEL JACKSON
(looking at Tatum's arm)
What's that?

Tatum pulls her arm away.

TATUM O'NEAL
(upset)
Its nothing...there is some stuff
with my mom...I just hate her.

MICHAEL JACKSON
(confused)
How could you hate her,your mother?

They take a seat on the grass together--

TATUM O'NEAL
(playing with the grass)
She never really took care of me, I
took care of myself and my brother,
she would leave us for days...all
alone...no food...that's not a mom.

Michael looks at her with sympathy.

MICHAEL JACKSON
(soft falsetto)
What about your dad?

TATUM O'NEAL
I see him sometimes...I take care
of myself.

MICHAEL JACKSON
That's really sad...its tragic
really.

TATUM O'NEAL
Why?...do you like your dad...
because every time I came over you
call him Joseph, not Dad...Why?

Michael is silent--

MICHAEL JACKSON
(angry)
He's not a father, he never
was...we call him Joseph because
that's the way he wants it...

TATUM O'NEAL
(intrigued)
So, your close to your mom right?

MICHAEL JACKSON
(smiling)
Yes,my mother is a saint..but your
so strong, that's why I like you.

Tatum leans against him.

MICHAEL JACKSON
(smiling)
Your a survivor..and...I wanna be
like that.

Tatum lays her soft dirty blond hair on Michael's shoulder,
wrapping her arms around his.As her soft baby pink skin lays
against his smooth cocoa complexion, they are different yet
the same.

TATUM O'NEAL
(sweetly)
I really like you Michael...I like
being with you...your the nicest
person I know.

MICHAEL JACKSON
(smiling)
Thanks.

They look out into the distance.

DOORWAY--

Walking back to the house, the two teens wait on the steps.
They stand in the doorway of Hayvenhurst, looking inside
thoughts race through their heads. Michael and Tatum search
each other eyes, Tatum knows what she wants.

TATUM O'NEAL
(seductive)
Can I come in?

Michael shakes his head.

MICHAEL JACKSON
(smiling)
Joseph wouldn't like it.

TATUM O'NEAL
He doesn't like me.

MICHAEL JACKSON
He doesn't like anyone.

Tatum licks and pouts out her lips,she's teasing in a manner
way beyond her years.Looking at Michael, she grabs his hand.
He pulls away--

MICHAEL JACKSON
(trying not to make eye
contact)
I should go...back inside...my
brothers need me...

TATUM O' NEAL
(getting closer)
What are you afraid of?

Michael doesn't answer.

MICHAEL JACKSON
(inching towards the door)
I should really go inside.

Michael steps inside when Tatum grabs him again--

TATUM O' NEAL
(looking down at Michael's
hand)
Wait...I wanna ask you something?

Michael smiles at Tatum, she gets lost in his brilliant
white smile.Michael looks at her--

MICHAEL JACKSON
(smiling)
What is it?

TATUM O' NEAL
(flirting)
When can I see you again?

MICHAEL JACKSON
(smiling back)
I dunno...were suppose to be going
to the Caribbean....I call you.

TATUM O' NEAL
(flirting)
Promise...right?

Michael rolls his big doe eyes.

MICHAEL JACKSON
(smiling back)
Okay.....

Tatum stands on her tip toes to get close to him, looking
into his eyes, Tatum kisses Michael.

TATUM O' NEAL
(smirking)
Bye...

With a toss of her golden feathered hair, Tatum races down
the steps to her car.Though she is only a preteen, she can
drive.Something her boyfriend can't do.Getting in the car,
Tatum starts it up and heads out.