At ten years of age, Tito was caught playing his father’s guitar after he broke a string. After fixing the string, Joe demanded that he play for him. Once he was finished, Joe bought him his own guitar, and convinced Tito, Jackie, and Jermaine to form a singing group. He was impressed with the vocals of Jackie and Jermaine.
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TITO JACKSON (10) opens the door to his dad’s study. It’s empty. A narrow sliver of light from the hallway illuminates a GUITAR lying across the good chair. The floorboards creak as Tito makes his way there.
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Tito picks up the guitar and STRUMS! He’s a musician! The dusty room comes alive as he plays some SOUL CHORDS and LICKS. Lost in the groove, he BREAKS THE E STRING.
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JOE JACKSON (35), a stern and disciplinarian father, stands in the doorway. Tito shrinks away behind the good chair.
- JOE
- Hand it over, Tito.
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Tito hands the instrument over to his father, who fixes the string and hands it back.
- JOE
- I demand that you play for me!
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Undaunted, Tito launches into a struttin’ tune of his own.
- JOE
- You know what, kid? ’Bout time you got your own guitar.
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Tito can’t contain his excitement, as Joe grabs his wallet and leaves the room.
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Tito’s fingering the frets of a BRAND-NEW GUITAR.
- JOE
- It’s a good one, ain’t it?
- TITO
- Yes, father.
- JOE
- Jackie! Jermaine! Come on in here!
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Tito’s brothers JACKIE (12) and JERMAINE (9) trot into the room.
- JOE
- You guys gon’ form a singing group.
- TITO, JACKIE, JERMAINE
- (in unison)
- Yes, father.
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The three boys strike a Motown trio pose.
- JACKIE, JERMAINE
- (singing)
- Wait!
- TITO
- (singing)
- Oh yes, wait a minute, Mr. Postman
- JACKIE, JERMAINE
- Wait!
- TITO
- Wa-a-a-ait, Mr. Postman
- JACKIE, JERMAINE
- Please Mr. Postman, look and see
- TITO
- Whoa yeah
- JACKIE, JERMAINE
- Is there a letter in your bag for me?
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Joe stops the performance right there.
- JOE
- I am impressed with the vocals of Jackie and Jermaine.
- FADE TO BLACK.