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ACT I, EXT. RESTAURAUNT. DAY BILLY MOON and his CRONIE sit outside eating. BILLY is chowing down on some delicious looking fried chicken. BILLY MOON is a hustler. BILLY is an American Italian. He has a NY accent. Billy has on a patterened, unbottoned shirt. A gold chain hangs around his neck. CRONIE is African American.He wears vintage nylon jacket. He is portrayed inferior to BILLY. CRONIE is taking notes. BILLY chews violently on his food. BILLY How many bets came in last night? BILLY continues to eat his fried chicken. CRONIE None. BILLY None? You kidding me? Not even that stupid friend Robbie of yours? CRONIE None. BILLY That, that N- ... He seriously hasn’t called yet? CRONIE No one’s called in today, Boss. BILLY You people never fail to surprise me. BILLY takes huges bite out of his chicken wing. CRONIE looks upset. CRONIE You people? BILLY Gambler, CRONIE, Gamblers. CRONIE Uh-huh. BILLY ignores CRONIE’s comment. Cronie has frustrated/angry look on his face. This isn’t the first time he has heard BILLY be racist. He let’s it pass. You can tell he is reaching a breaking point. (CONTINUED)
CONTINUED: BILLY What was my Margin of loss on that Clippers game again? CRONIE flips through notes. BILLY examines his piece of Fried Chicken. CRONIE Clippers losing by 6 tonight. Durant with 30 plus.
BILLY finshes all the Chicken. Bucket of chicken is empty. BILLY sits back in his seat with a puzzled look on his face. BILLY Not even Robbie has called in today...? CRONIE Man, For the fifth tiBILLY Oh shut the fuck up, Let’s go. Give me the keys. CRONIE has angry look on his face. EXT. ROBBIES HOUSE. DAY BILLY and CRONIE stand outside ROBBIE’s door. BILLY knocks on ROBBIES DOOR. ROBBIE opens the door. ROBBIE is also African-American. ROBBIE Man, I got work, Billy. What do you want?... What’s up CRONIE? CRONIE WusGood Nigga. ROBBIE has a look full of annoyance. He looks blankly at BILLY. You can tell he knows what BILLY is all about. BILLY smiles. BILLY Are you gonna invite me in? Or am I gonna keep standing out here like a fucking dick? ROBBIE gestures for BILLY and CRONIE to enter his home. (CONTINUED)
BILLY enters. ROBBIE and BILLY exchange a quick handshake. ROBBIE looks outside and closes the door. INT. HOUSE. DAY ROBBIE, BILLY and CRONIE all sit down. ROBBIE So What’s up? You guys want something to drink? BILLY stands up and clasps hands together. BILLY Nah I don’t like Kool Aid. ROBBIE stares at BILLY annoyed by his comment. BILLY You know, it’s just always a concern when my number one client doesn’t place a bet with me the night before one the biggest games of the year... ROBBIE stares blankly at BILLY. BILLY has his eyes wide open and smiles mouth closed. ROBBIE Goddamn it! Goddamn it, Robbie. My stupid ass forgot to tell you, didn’t I? I quit gambling, man. I’m done! No more gambling for Mr. Robbie. That’s in the past. ROBBIE leans forward in his chair. He smiles. ROBBIE You see.. I’m an entrepreneur now. BILLY An entreprenuer? Your on probation. How am I supposed to believe you have enough money to start up your own buisness? You can barely eat. BILLY looks condescendingly at ROBBIE.
ROBBIE I ain’t startin’ no business. BILLY Ha. Tell me, Robbie, tell me where you’re spending that HUGE paycheck of yours? ROBBIE smiles at BILLY. ROBBIE knows he has a secret that BILLY is gonna love to hear. ROBBIE Let’s just say I’m placing my bets on something I KNOW is gonna win. BILLY You put down 300 dollars on the Spurs last week -- walked away with zilch. ROBBIE I’m rolling in a whole new market now. BILLY shakes his head at ROBBIE in disbelief. Eyebrows cocked. BILLY’S eyes are wide open waiting for an answer from ROBBIE. ROBBIE Cockfighting. Billy laughs and looks at CRONIE who is also laughing. BILLY stands up. CRONIE stays seated. BILLY Well, Best of luck to you my friend. Unfortunately, we have other business to attend to today. But! When you decide your gonna come back and bet on real sports... you know Billy Moon’s got you covered. CRONIE! Can’t you see we’re fucking leaving here. CRONIE looks angrily at BILLY for yelling at him once again. CRONIE Later, Robbie. BILLY reaches his hand out to shake ROBBIE’S. ROBBIE won’t shake his hand.
CONTINUED: ROBBIE You must think I am one stupid... ass... nigga, don’t you Billy? BILLY put’s his hands in the air. BILLY No, no, no, no, no Robbie! Your my brotha! My homeboy! BILLY MOON don’t see color. Psh, come one, you know that! ROBBIE Right.
BILLY and CRONIE start walking towards the door. Their backs face ROBBIE’S. ROBBIE Good to hear then. Now sit your ass down Billy, I got something to show you. It’s just as illegal as being a fuckin’ bookie but I’ma tell you... it’s a hell of a lot more fun. Wait one sec. BILLY and CRONIE walk back to the sofa to sit down. ROBBIE walks to the adjacent room and grabs an envelope. He walks back to BILLY and CRONIE who are now back sitting down on the couch. BILLY sits with his elbows on his knees. CRONIE sits back lazily. ROBBIE hands BILLY the envelope. It is filled with cash. ROBBIE KA-BAM! BILLY and CRONIE stare into the envelope in total awe. It is filled with cash. BILLY, being the natural hustler that he is, is very intrigued. BILLY Who the fuck did you rob? ROBBIE stares blankly at BILLY once again. BILLY Cockfighting...? ROBBIE Yezzir. You know marijuana and tacos ain’t the only good thing our brothas down south are bringing up here. (CONTINUED)
BILLY is smiling. He is excited by the prospect of making more cash. He stands up and puts his hand on ROBBIE’s shoulder. BILLY Tell me some more about this cock of yours? EXT. PARK. HOUSE. DAY. PAST Robbie is now telling the story of how he got involved with Cockfighting. This sequence is a flashback being narrated by ROBBIE. ROBBIE’S NARRATION It all got started in the park one day when I was tailing after this fine ass girl. I knew her and her friends would always hang around the park at around 4, so I figured I’d give it a shot. At the same time, my homeboy Hector sells weed in the same park around that same hour, so, naturally, I figured before I go and chase after the biddies I’d cop me a little green. That’s when I found out about it. Hector told me about his cousins fighting ring and all the money he’d been making on it. So I said fuck chasing pussy today, I’m looking for a cock. So I head over to the address where HECTOR told me his Grandma sells chickens, and little did I know... I’d done bought the finest cock in town. ROBBIE walks through park. He eyes CUTE GIRL. His buddy HECTOR is sitting up in the park with some of his homies. He is selling weed. HECTOR looks gang affiliated. HECTOR amazes ROBBIE with his story. ROBBIE high-fives HECTOR in thanks, and gets on his way. ROBBIE is seen purchasing chicken from OLD MEXICAN WOMAN. ROBBIE shakes her hand. FADE to black. (CONTINUED)
CONTINUED: CHICKEN Cock A doodle doo!!! EXT. BACKYARD. DAY. PRESENT
FADE IN. We see a chicken sitting in it’s coup. ROBBIE, BILLY, and CRONIE stare at the chickens. ROBBIE There he is. I call him Ali. One cold blooded killer of a chicken. Yeah.. he’s a special one. BILLY Ali? ROBBIE Muhammad Ali? BILLY Never heard of him. CRONIE and ROBBIE stare at each other in frustration. BILLY is solely focused on the chicken. To him all he sees is dollar signs. BILLY is smiling eagerly at his new, violent, money-making endeavor. He rubs his hands together with childish excitement. BILLY kneels down and pokes at bird giddily. BILLY To think.. I thought this whole time you people were only good at basketball.... Where do we fight ’em? ACT 2, EXT. YARD. BILLY, ROBBIE, and CRONIE hold their chicken. They face their opponents. Four CHOLOS face them with their chicken. BILLY May the best man win. Or, uh, COCK, for that matter. Billy laughs like a child. His immaturity is obvious. (CONTINUED)
CHOLO’s stare blankly at BILLY. ROBBIE drops chicken into arena. CHOLO drops OPPONENT into arena. CUT to black. We here the sounds of chickens fighting. EXT. RESTAURAUNT. ROBBIE counts his money. He has 300$ from the recent win. BILLY, ROBBIE and CRONIE sit outside restauraunt. CRONIE plays with chicken. It’s clearly the highlight of his long day working with BILLY. ROBBIE I told you this shit wasn’t no joke. BILLY You know, for a- for a- Haha, you ain’t bad Robbie, you ain’t bad. So, uh, how much you want for the chicken? BILLY pulls out a wad of cash. ROBBIE takes a sip of his drink. ROBBIE Haha, I ain’t sellin’ him to you. BILLY $300 right here. Probably triple what you paid for him. ROBBIE I ain’t selling him. BILLY 400. CRONIE How many times he gotta tell you he ain’t selling you the damn chicken. BILLY SHUT the fuck up CRONIE. If I was talking to you, you would know. (CONTINUED)
CONTINUED: CRONIE is filled with frustration. ROBBIE Man, you really think I wanna sell him to you huh? I aint a sucka. BILLY Don’t those fucking Air Michael Jordan’s release again on Friday? ROBBIE Man, fuck you BILLY. Always something up that fucking sleeve of yours. Take my ass home. ROBBIE stands up and turns in opposite direction. BILLY 600 dollars plus 10 percent on all his wins. Final offer... Oh, and you let me change his fucking name. ROBBIE stares at BILLY. The offer is too much to deny. ROBBIE Aight... deal.... You better not be fucking with me now though.. Partner n’ all. BILLY You just tend to the chickens. I’ll tend to everything else. The way it should be. ROBBIE You know Hector said he’s got another fight for us tonight. BILLY Tonight? You think big bird over there can handle 2 in a day? Press our luck? ROBBIE Press our luck? Are you kidding me? He’s the Cassius Clay of fighting cocks. BILLY You ain’t gotta convince me. ROBBIE and BILLY both laugh. ROBBIE and BILLY say cheers.
CONTINUED: ROBBIE, BILLY and CRONIE walk over to car.
CRONIE plays with chicken in the street. He lets her go. She almost get’s hit by a car. BILLY has a dramatic eruption of frustration and anger on CRONIE. BILLY snatches CHICKEN out of CRONIE’s hands. BILLY You motherfucking moron. How fucking stupid can you people be. This fucking Chicken just put more money in your pocket than you are capabale of making in a month and you let it waltz into the fucking street, just let it roll into the middle of the road like a motherfucking basketball? Did your parents not teach you to value things? Do they not do that in those fucking homes of yours? (BILLY looks at ROBBIE) How fucking stupid are you? Tell me? Are you a fucking ape? NO? please tell me? Is there anything inside your fucking head? Huh? Huh? Robbie intervenes. He gently pushes BILLY back. ROBBIE Chill the fuck out Billy. Cronie, hold on to the goddamn chick, aight? Fuck. Let’s get out of here. The three enter the car. There is silence. CRONIE is stunned by BILLY’s dramatic explosion on him. CRONIE is visibly upset. BILLY pulls out and almost a hits group of young African-Americans males walking by. Rap music comes out of BILLY’s speakers. He turns it down. He slams on the brake. He even puts the parking brake on for safekeeping. BILLY Are you fucking retarded? Watch where the fuck your going, assholes! BLACK KID Man, Fuck you! He spits on BILLY’s car. (CONTINUED)
BILLY Come back here! Come back here!! He and his friends continue to walk away. BILLY slouches back in his chair in the middle of the street. BILLY Fucking niggers. Goddamn monkeys.. ROBBIE Niggas? Niggas??? ROBBIE looks at BILLY with serious concern. CRONIE has had it. He gets out of his seat in the back and pulls BILLY out of the car into the street. He has Billy on the floor. He violently beats him. BILLY had no time to react. The YOUNG BLACK MALES walking across the street join in and help CRONIE. The chicken walks past BILLY on the ground and into the street. ROBBIE stands with his hands over his head, shocked as to what he witnessing. Blood spatters onto CRONIE’s face. CRONIE hears sirens. He does not look twice. CUT TO BLACK. ROLL CREDITS.
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