ONE OPEN OUTSIDE OF THE HOLLYWOOD HOTEL.

The historical Hollywood Hotel located deep in the heart of Hollywood can be sort of mind numbing at first sight. This is the place where many a stars have resided. The plush couches, exotic fish swimming around in tanks built in the walls, marble floors, brass door handles, gourmet coffee brewing across the lobby from the concierges desk and the 360 degree view of Los Angeles below is simply breath taken. FRANCIS FRANCI LESLEY, a shapely, African American women, may not have wanted to be a star but she had heard so much about this hotel that when her cab pulled up in front of it she got goose bumps. Being that she was from a tiny town in south America, it was the small things that turned her on. But Franci was not there for fun she was there to handle business for an acquaintance and couldnt let her emotions get in the way of that. One of Francis many business acquaintances, ED MONROE: a large yet gentle natured man with a strong, raspy southern voice, who always reeked of imported cigars, fine liquor and expensive cologne. Ed was the proud owner of an International Football League (IFL) team, which Francis boyfriend, THEODORE TRAIN BEAUCHAMP, plays forward/striker for. Franci and Ed became good friends when Train came to play for his team - well actually the two got acquainted before Franci started dating Train but well get into that a little later in the story. Franci checks in to the hotel, room 252, and immediately begins getting ready to handle business.

TWO INT. HOLYWOOD HOTEL BUNGALOW 4 NIGHT Over in Bungalow 4 of the Hollywood Hotel, sat a well groomed Caucasian man in his mid thirties, Billy Cassell, a low key millionaire, sat calmly on a couch sandwiched three beautiful young Women. Soft music played as the women fed fruit and wine to Mr. Cassell. Two large Bodyguards watched TV and drank beer on the opposite end of this lavishly furnished room. The phone RINGS. One of the bodyguards looked over at Billy. BODYGUARD 1: You want me to get that, boss? Billy nodded and the bodyguard moved over, answering the phone. BODYGUARD 1: Hello. (Pause) Whos calling? The Bodyguard put his hand over the phone and looked over at Billy... BODY GUARD 1: Yo, boss... Train says hes on his way up to the club now. Hell meet you up there. BILLY: (Australian Accent) Yeah. Tell him Ill be there in thirty. WOMAN 1: Are you talking about Train from the US Blaze soccer team? BILLY: Soccer? Soccer? The game is football not soccer! And yes, the one and only Train from the US Blaze. Hes a mate of mine. Now lets go, ladies. The bodyguard wrapped up the call and hung up the phone. A moment later Billy, the women and the bodyguards left the room toting bottles of expensive champagne. Back in room 252: Franci continued getting dressed sitting on a closed lid toilette. She slowly slides nylons up her legs and over her g-string panties. She then straped on a leather push-up bra. Standing in a full length mirror covering an entire wall of the bathroom, she began applying glossy hot red lipstick. She stared at herself in the mirror for a moment then she licked her lips seductively. In front of the Hollywood Hotel: Billy, the women and the two guards piled into a white Hummer limo waiting for them. They rollout. Billy and the women sat on the far back seat where they became involved in heavy foursome freaking. The two guards sat towards the front, watching TV. Back in room 252: Franci strapped a gun holster to her inner thigh, near her crotch and slid a chrome platted handgun into it. She then wrapped a short, rubber skirt around her waist and zipping it up. time to roll. The white Hummer limo pulled up in front of Freddys, a trendy and crowded night club. Billy and his entourage filed out of the truck at the clubs entrance and walked up to the Bouncer at the front door. Billy shook hands with him, sliding a few c-notes into it. the next moment Billy and his crew were immediately allowed in the club.

Back at room 252: a calm Franci picked up a short, pink wig with gold highlights and put it on over her wrapped hair. She then grabbed a small shinny leather coat, slipped it on and turns to exit, clicking off the light. The music was loud and the people were wild at Freddys around midnight when Franci entered the club. Before she could enter the clubs main room she encountered a large Bouncer who stood, blocking her access for some reason. He looked her from head to toe as she walked up to him. She lifted her arms but the bouncer shook his head and leaned in to her. BOUNCER: We dont search the ladies unless they have a purse but Ill search you if you want me to. He smiled but Franci quickly turned away from him and stepped in to the main dance room. People are packed in like sardines, dancing and mingling. Billy and his crew were sitting at a table marked PRIVATE/RESERVED. A solid young African-American man, Theodore Train Beauchamp, and one of his Boys walked up to Billys table. Billy smiles as he stood and shook hands with Train. Train and his boy then has a seat at the table and Billy poured them a glass of champagne. Franci slowly walked by Billys table trying not to stare directly at anyone as all the men at the table stared at her. She shot a wink at Train as she continued moving by. BILLY: Train, thats dangerous meat, Mate. How are you? Howve you been? TRAIN: Im good and yourself? BILLY: Business is booming! Cant complain. But between me and you, Im tired of being just another millionaire. I wanna be a goddamn billionaire!! Billy threw his glass in to the air. All at the table followed suit, toasting and drank to that. Billy then wiped his mouth and leaned in to Train with a smile on his face. BILLY: Wheres your girl? I dont think Ive ever seen you without her. TRAIN: She had to work. BILLY: Yeah? What does she do? TRAIN: Shes in the cleaning industry. Billy gave Train a strange look then busted out laughing. BILLY: The cleaning industry, Mate? I get it. Train smiled, nodding as he began looking around the club. A short time later Franci returned with a dance partner and began dancing provocatively in front of Trains table. He stared attentively at Franci and she was enjoying the attention. The music stopped. At that instant the house went dark and up on stage, fireworks began cracking. Loud banging and popping could be heard all through the club. A strobe light began circling the room. A moment later Franci pulled out her handgun and began blasting at Billys table. Train and his boy managed to get out of dodge but Billy is hit in

the neck and his two bodyguards, although quick to get their guns and return fire, are both shot. The crowd realized there was gun fire in the club and began to panic, ducking running towards the exits. Train and his boy made their way out a back door. Franci calmly exited.

THREE The pink and gold wig along with all the clothing Franci had on littered the floor along with a mans shirt and slacks. The trail of clothing led to a king size bed where a night of passion has just concluded. Franci rolls off of Train out of breath but with a satisfied smile on her face. The two lay next to each other, staring at the ceiling. TRAIN: You had me so damn turned on at that club. FRANCI: I can turn you on by just walking passed you. Youre easy. He rolled over onto her and the passion began again. A few days later Train and Franci, a high fashion, bling bling couple strolled through the interior of the stadium, headed towards the locker room holding hands. As they got closer to the locker room door a large well built African-American man, Marc Bruce, a wide receiver and teammate of Trains, stepped out the locker room door. He moved towards the two and shook hands with Train. MARC: You ready to wreck shop? TRAIN: Im the Train... Im a wreck waiting to happen every game, baby! This should be known so tell a friend! Marc chuckled as he leaned over gave Franci a sweet kiss on the cheek. As he moved away, he turned back to Franci with a big smile... MARC: When you two gon go ahead and take that test to find out yall related, which you will be cause yall two high yella, pretty niggas. But Franci, when you find out and you all broke up and hurt Ima be here for you, babygirl. Marc winked as he walked away from them. TRAIN: You better walk yo-ass away cause that shit aint funny! (To Franci) Why does everybody keep wolfing that we look related? FRANCI: Dont let that fool get to you, baby. She leaned in and planted a passionate, wet one on his lips wiping away any doubt he may have had. TRAIN: Would you leave me if you found out we was related? She frowned and pushed him away. He chuckled and stepped up to the locker room door. TRAIN: You coming in? FRANCI: First I need to make a phone call real quick. But Ill be in there in a minute.

Train entered as Franci walked back in the direction they had just come. She pulled her diamond studded cell phone out of her purse and began dialing as she walked. A young exotic Woman clad in a tiny t-shirt and a tuxedo cummerbund for a shirt briskly walked passed her in a huff. Train walked in the locker room with a smile on his face, looking around... TRAIN: Daddys home! His TEAMMATES looked at him and fanned him off, throwing towels and howling at him. As Train walked away from the door the young woman from outside entered the locker room door behind him. WOMAN: Train! Train stopped walking but didnt turn around. WOMAN (Cont.): I know you hear me, boy! Trains eyes popped as he slowly turned to her. TRAIN: You talking to me? WOMAN: Hell yeah Im talking to you. Why cant I get a return phone call? TRAIN: Oh here we go, fellas. The bitches and the drama. Train lifted his hands up and let out a yell followed by a hooha. Later the entire US Blaze IFL team practiced on their home field in the rain. Train, the team quarterback, threw pass after pass to several of the Receivers. Mr. Ed Monroe, you remember him from earlier in the story. Hes the self made millionaire, cigar wielding, Jack Daniels drinking southern drawl having owner of the US Blaze. And part time employer of Franci. Hes the one who hired her to commit the crime against Billy Cassell. Now he sat behind his desk with Train and Franci in front of him. ED: That was a nice job, Franci. Ed tossed a fat manila envelope over to her. Franci took it and looked inside, counting the large bills. ED: You two make the perfect clean up team. Franci closed the envelope and slid into her purse. FRANCI: (Smiling) NO WE DONT! He throws footballs and I do the rest. Remember that! And as always, its a pleasure doing business with you, Ed.

ED: Pleasures all mine. And you know we leave for the game in Amsterdam Friday then the following week we head out to Indonesia for that game-TRAIN: This we know. ED: Well, theres someone I need taken care of in Amsterdam in order to get a few pass codes to gain access to an office in Indonesia. He has a few things that belong to me or that I want. So this job is very important... worth two million dollars. FRANCI: Two million dollars? TRAIN: What the hell does he have-ED: No questions allowed. Take the job or leave it. Train turned to Franci and the stare at each other for a moment, in thought. They then turned back to Ed. FRANCI: Give ME the specifics Ed, then YOU and I will go from there. Leave him out of it. Train turned to Franci who had her eyes fixed on Ed. A large smile hits Eds face. ED: Thats why I love you, Franci. But unfortunately the team will be on a commercial flight to Amsterdam because of the wing damage our jet sustained during our flight back from Australia. So Estelle has your fight info, Train. Franci, the flight the team is on is booked so Estelle will get you on the next available. Alrighty? Go head see Estelle. If looks could kill Ed would be dead because Franci had the most evil expression on her face as if she had just been told her brand new car had been hit in the parking lot. The two stand and exit the office.

FOUR Its a sunny Thursday afternoon as Train and Franci pack bags in their large, expensively decorated apartment. Franci is threw lavish dresses and business suits in things in her suitcase. TRAIN: Whats wrong? FRANCI: I hate flying commercial. TRAIN: What... shes got you in first class-FRANCI: Let me rephrase that, I hate when you fly commercial! TRAIN: Dont start this, Francis. Dont-FRANCI: Dont start what, talking about how you cant seem to keep your hands off the flight attendants? You dont want to talk about that? TRAIN: Whens the last time I did anything like that? FRANCI: The last time you were on a commercial flight without me! TRAIN: Franci, that was over a year ago. FRANCI: Old habit die slow, my friend! He comes over and grabs her, both fall back on he bed. TRAIN: Relax. Im gonna be a good boy. FRANCI: Yeah right! TRAIN: You dont trust me? FRANCI: Not on commercial flights. TRAIN: You dont trust me? FRANCI: Not on commercial flights. TRAIN: I cant believe you dont trust me. FRANCI: Not on commercial flights. You get roaming-eye and I-need-to-screw-now syndrome. He begins kissing her to sooth her worries but she still has a glimmer of doubt in her eyes. Just then the door bell RINGS. They both look towards the door. FRANCI: You get it. TRAIN: Whyd I always gotta get it? FRANCI: I hate answering it, thats why. TRAIN: You think its the boogie man? He heads towards the door. FRANCI: One of these days Im gonna get the door and its gonna be somebody standing on the other side of it youll wish you had answered. He fans her off exiting the room.

At the front door Train opens the door to see his agent, RICK DALE, a handsome Caucasian man, standing on the other side. TRAIN: Whats up, Rick. They shake hands as Rick steps into the house. RICK: Nothing much. Whats going on with you, bro? TRAIN: Getting ready to take this trip to Amsterdam. RICK: Thats right. The game. What time does your flight leave? TRAIN: I got it on the itinerary upstairs. Want something to drink? RICK: Yeah. Thatd be good. Its hot as hell out there. The two walk through the huge house to the kitchen. Train grabs two beers, handing one to Rick. They pop them open as they walk out onto the back patio. This estate sits right on the oceans shore. Train and Rick lean against the thick would/steel railing surrounding the entire patio. TRAIN: So what brings you my way? RICK: What always seems to bring me your way? TRAIN: Money! Rick smiles sinisterly as he points at Train. RICK: I dont always come to you about money issues... do I? Train nods steadily. RICK: (beat) This timell be no different then. Got some good news and some bad. TRAIN: Give me the good first. RICK: Three major NFL scouts saw you in the last game and want to talk with you. The Saints, Raiders and 49ers. Train takes a deep breath, pausing, then shakes his head... TRAIN: Ive done the NFL. Dont wanna do it again. RICK: Im telling you the NFL is where you wanna be. This International League... this is small time for a big player like you, Train. Youre worth more money than you can ever get outta of this league. You want the big money you gotta get back into the big leagues. TRAIN: Not interested, Rick. Now gimme the good news? Franci peeks her head out at them, stepping out. Rick moves over to her, smiling. They embrace. RICK: Hello, Fraci. How are you?

FRANCI: Good. Thanks. How are you? RICK: Never been better. (turning to Train) Well, I can be doing a little better if I can get this man to sign a new contract. TRAIN/FRANCI: A new contract? RICK: Is there an echo out here? (beat) NO. But I have scored us the best deal on the planet. Seven figures. TRAIN: Eds talking seven figures? RICK: (nods) He will and heres why... six years ago you were this teams only star. You played two seasons in the NFL and then came over here. Like I said six years ago this US team had nobody but you and you attracted the talent that has now lead this team to two world championships. Soon enough a three-peat. If youall win this year Im asking for a five million dollar a year, three year contract. Train takes a deep breath, looking over at Franci who has a slight frown on her face. RICK: What? Rick looks from Train to Franci and back to Train. RICK: This is a good thing, Train. Youll go from making the one point five million you currently make to five million a year. This will be secure for three years. After that well go higher. Do you know how much money that fucker Ed makes a year? All the endorsements and shit. That country bastard probably sees a cool quarter billion if not more each and every year. He pays you, the team and all the staff about forty to fifty million a year. The rest is all his. Train nods, swigging his beer. TRAIN: I hear what youre saying, Rick but Im looking for something, I dont know... more. RICK: More? You want more than that lets take it back to the NFL. TRAIN: Im not doing the NFL again. I want more for this team. FRANCI: I agree. If Eds clearing as much as you say and Train is the Michael Jordan of this team then he deserves a serious pay raise. RICK: What were youall thinking? Franci looks over at Train, who is nodding. Beat. Close up on Train as he flashes a confident grin. TRAIN: Ten million a year, three year contract... with a signing bonus and an opt-out clause. RICK: Those terms are standard but ten million a year, Train? TRAIN: Do the math. In three years, if Ed is clearing something close to a quarter billion dollars a year, thats almost billion in three. Paying me thirty million wont even put a dent in his pocket!

A wide smile spreads across Ricks face as he heads for the door. RICK: I like your thinking. When you get back Ill let you know the progress Ive made. I think this is very doable! TRAIN: We thought youd see the light. Rick turns to Franci, who smiles, nodding. He heads back into the house. FRANCI: Bye, Rick. RICK: Bye. Ill be in touch. Franci moves over to Train, smiling. TRAIN: Hes so damn money hungry its pathetic, aint it? FRANCI: Money makes the world go around, as he so eloquently puts it. Train pulls her close... TRAIN: Hes right. FRANCI: Yes, he is. They stare at each other with passion in their eyes. TRAIN: You wanna kiss me dont you? FRANCI: I did when I was standing over there. You negotiating really turned me on. But now that Im here in your face and can smell your breath... beer breath, not good. He pulls in her face. She turns, frowning. He then leans in and they kiss. She pulls back from him, wiping her mouth. FRANCI: Eww, barley mouth. He smiles, taking a drink of beer. He looks around, taking a deep breath. TRAIN: You know what would be awesome? Franci turns to him. FRANCI: What? TRAIN: Making love to you out here. FRANCI: Thats right... this is one of the few places we havent done that. Been here all these years and never once ventured out here on to this wonderful patio. TRAIN: Lets do it now. FRANCI: In broad day light? TRAIN: Why not? Thats never stopped us before. FRANCI: When... where have we ever made love in public during the day time?

TRAIN: (pause, thinking) Alright... the locker room during practice. FRANCI: (beat) That wasnt out in the open. That was inside. TRAIN: Alright... the airport stairway in Finland. FRANCI: (pause, thinking) That was sort of indoors too. TRAIN: There was no roof, it was raining and we got all wet. That aint indoors. FRANCI: OK. Well, were not going to do it out here in broad day light. TRAIN: Weve done it on the beach many times. FRANCI: That was at night. TRAIN: Whats the difference? FRANCI: Whats the difference? Whatd you mean whats the difference... how about light, no light! And the biggest difference-- do you really want to hear this? You need to prepare yourself for this one if you do. To read this entire script please contact the author by sending an email to the publisher, with either the title of this project or authors name in the subject line. Send inquiries to: info@GroundFloorPublishing.com