2.WIDE FROM THE FRONT: CASSIUS + A METRO-DADE POLICE CARthat's slowed, clocking the suspicious, running black man.The driver starts to pull over, to hassle Cassius. Then,the cop riding shotgun gets a radio call. He taps thedriver's shoulder. They take off, the driver laughing.Cassius looks after the white cops. He is neither relievednor angry. He's dismissive. And, instead, he seessomething else...INT. A BOARD ROOM - GORDON DAVIDSON - DAYand six other patrician, white business-people of Louisvillein their green baize and wood-paneled Luxo boardroom. Theyspeak soundlessly and patronizingly to Cassius Clay, Sr.,seated at the foot of the table. It relates to the stack ofcontracts in front of him. He is in a suit and tie, hishair and moustache are dapper. His tie's a little loud. Hehas his hands folded deferentially in front of him.LSG BOARD MEMBER(reading)"...the successor trustee shall befully authorized to pay or dispersesuch sums from the income orprincipal as may be required."(beat)Do you understand so far, Mr. Clay?CASSIUS CLAY, SR.Uh, yes, I do.We get the impression that, if he doesn't understand whathe's being told, he's faking it. He is conforming,delivering socially mandated deference...FRONTAL: CASSIUS, SR.and BEYOND HIM, seated against the wall, is Cassius, Jr. insport jacket and tie. Right now he looks to his left and tothe right, and only then do we notice the entire wall he'sagainst is covered with pictures of thoroughbreds and studsthis Louisville Sponsoring Group owns as well. He is oneamong their sporting possessions. He doesn't like it. Helooks at the back of his father listening.LSG BOARD MEMBERAre you sure, sir?CASSIUS CLAY, SR.Yeah. I follow you.