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City Rock

Episode Five: "Father’s Day"

Teleplay
By

Peter Loffredo

WGA # 917112
Contact: 917-880-5001; fpliving@aol.com
EXT. - TIMES SQUARE - NIGHT

On the seedy end of 42nd Street, just off 8th Avenue, a man
in a trench coat tries to slink into a mega porno emporium.
The gaudy entrance is surrounded by flashing neon signs
advertising “XXX HARDCORE PEEPS” and “LIVE SEX” - “25 CENTS.”
There is a discount liquor store right next door. The man is
JASON LAMB, reporter for the NEW YORK POST. He is not on
assignment here.

CUT TO:

INT. - TIMES SQUARE PORNO PALACE - MOMENTS LATER

There are dozens of booths lining the walls of the shop,


dimly lit by red and blue bulbs. XXX videos and magazines are
everywhere along with a variety of sexual toys and novelties.
Jason slinks through a folding door into a small booth with a
sign above it that says: “LIVE SEX.”

CUT TO:

INT. BOOTH - MOMENTS LATER

Jason anxiously puts a quarter in a slot under a small window


with a dark shade blocking the view. When the coin registers,
the shade raises up automatically and through the window
Jason sees a naked BLACK MAN with a perfectly chiselled body
having sex with a young, willowy WHITE WOMAN. They writhe
and intertwine together in flawlessly choreographed positions
as Jason watches enthralled.

Suddenly, the shade goes down and Jason urgently fumbles in


his pocket for another quarter. He finds it, drops it,
searches for it in the dark in a panic. Finally, he’s got it.
He puts it in the slot and up comes the shade. The woman is
now riding the man as if he were a magnificent thoroughbred.
Jason moans, his breathing getting heavy.

FADE TO:

EXT. SAME PORNO PALACE - LATER

Jason slinks back out onto 42nd Street, his compulsion


satisfied for the time being. He begins walking up 8th
Avenue, hunkered down even though it is a warm June night.
Preoccupied, he doesn’t know at first where the gravelly
voice comes from.

HERMAN (O.S.)
S’cuse me, mister. Can you help me
out so’s I can get a cup a coffee?
2.

Jason turns around to see a large and very disheveled black


man, HERMAN, 50’s, sitting on the sidewalk with his left hand
out. His right hand is holding an empty pint bottle of cheap
whiskey. Jason is torn, but he can’t move away.

JASON
Wh-what? You asking me for money?

HERMAN
Just a... a quarter mister. I ain’t
no mugger.

JASON
(approaches, with
compassion)
What the hell happened to you, pal?

HERMAN
Got thrown outta the V.A last
month. They said I weren’t sick
enough to stay. Now I’m sick
enough!

JASON
Oh man! You a vet?

HERMAN
(nodding, straightening a
bit)
Nam. Combat. ‘71-’72. Got shot in
my...

He fumbles for something in his shirt.

HERMAN (cont’d)
Look here...

He finds the medal and shows it to him.

HERMAN (cont’d)
They gave me this for gettin’ shot
in the butt. Now... I’m out on my
butt.

JASON
I’m sorry, pal. Come on. Can you
get up?

He helps the man stagger to his feet.

JASON (cont’d)
Hey, you know, you seem a little
old to be a Viet Nam vet.
3.

HERMAN
I’s old... but not as old as I
look. Signed up to go to Korea...
in ‘fitty-three... but it ended
before I got outta boot camp. Then,
I played ball after the army. Never
made it to the show. Bad knees.
Reenlisted in ‘68. Almost missed
going to Nam, too, ‘cause a those
knees.

JASON
You played baseball?

HERMAN
(nodding, proud but sad)
Cardinal’s double-A. First base. I
could hit a ton, too.
(reflecting, shifting)
My son was even better than me. HA!
Onliest one besides Say-Hey-Willie
Mays could hit it over the roof on
hundred-forty-fifth street. He
could run so fast, jump so high,
they called him Bird.
(hanging his head)
Ain’t seen him for ten years. Don’t
want him to see me now.

JASON
No shit. I know that one. I have a
son, too.
(reflecting)
Hey, what’s your name, pal?

HERMAN
Herman.

JASON
Come on, Herman. Let me buy you
that cup a coffee and tell you
about my glory days... before I got
sober.

Jason puts his hand on the man’s back as they cross the
street and head towards a dive diner. Coming in the opposite
direction is our man, FRANK, hurrying on his way to CONCORDIA
HOUSE, the runaway shelter, head down. He bumps into the duo,
raises his hand in apology, does an odd double-take at them,
and then gets going.

FADE TO:
4.

MUSIC and CREDITS roll as we see a MONTAGE of major news


events and headlines from the early Eighties: Epcot Center
opens in Florida, the Pope gets shot, Reagan announces he is
planning a “Star Wars” defense, seven people die from
poisoned Tylenol in Chicago, and Barney Clark is the first
artificial heart recipient; Boy George and Huey Lewis are
rockin', while Yoko Ono receives a Grammy; Dudley Moore is
“Arthur”, Mel Gibson is “The Road Warrior” and Meryl Streep
makes “Sophie's Choice”. And finally, we see that cover story
of Esquire magazine showing a forlorn woman holding up a
sneaker with the headline: “THE NEW SOFTBALL CRAZE.”

CUT TO:

EXT. GRAMERCY PARK SOFTBALL LEAGUE PLAYING FIELD - DAY

Bird is up at bat, his huge figure casting a massive shadow


towards the doomed pitcher on the mound. The pitcher bites
his lip anxiously, sets, pulls his arm back and slings it
toward the plate and the nonchalant Bird. The slugger does
his signature slide up in the box, barely cocking his
telephone-pole of a bat, which he then suddenly whips around
with powerful wrists until it meets the poor ball... crushing
it. The white sphere soars at a trajectory that leaves
everyone stunned, higher and higher, accelerating rather than
slowing down as it leaves the park, flies over 2nd Avenue and
disappears over an 8-story building.

We CLOSE-IN on Jason, making notes on a pad, while sitting on


the hood of a car in the parking lot behind the City Rock
bench. He mutters in astonishment to himself.

JASON
Damn! That ball might have
completely left the East Side!

City Rock is up and cheering as Bird lumbers around the


bases. Behind them, on the backstop fence, we see the
scoreboard. Thanks to Bird’s home run, CITY ROCK is now only
losing by a score of 8-1 to O’MALLEY’S PUB.

G.C. is on the bench sitting next to the jumping Jennie. He


looks at her and shakes his head.

G.C.
We’re still down by seven runs.

JENNIE
Hey, G! It ain’t over ‘till it’s
over!

CUT TO:
5.

EXT. PLAYING FIELD - LATER

It’s over. Bird is packing up his gear on the bench. Two hot
chicks - one black, one white - are waiting for him nearby.
The rest of City Rock is milling about the parking lot.

JASON (O.S.)
You must be Bird.

The big man turns around to see the reporter. Bird just
sniffs at him.

JASON (cont’d)
My name’s Jason Lamb. Maybe you
heard of me?

Bird sniffs again.

JASON (cont’d)
Reporter for the Post. Anyway,
Bird... can I call you Bird?
Anyway, I’m doing a story on
this... softball craze for Father’s
Day, so I thought maybe I could
interview you. Might even get your
picture in the paper.

BIRD
Ain’t got no father.

JASON
Uh... oh... well, still...

BIRD
(brightening slightly)
But I got kids. You could put their
picture in the paper.

JASON
Oh... yeah, that’s a great idea!

BIRD
I was gonna bring ‘em to the game
for Father’s Day.

JASON
You got it! Great!
(taking out his pad)
So let me ask you a few
questions...

RICK (O.S.)
Hey, you’re from the Post, right?
6.

They see the ever-wired Rick come bounding over.

RICK (cont’d)
Jason Lamb, right? Man, I LOVE the
way you HATE the Yankees.

He shakes Jason’s hand too vigorously.

RICK (cont’d)
Rick Berg. Copy Editor at Playtime
Magazine. You writing about City
Rock?

JASON
About the softball thing, and I’m
gonna do a feature of Mr. Bird
here.

ELI (O.S.)
On BIRD?!

They all turn around to see Eli the rooster strutting over.

ELI (cont’d)
Not taking anything away from the
big guy, but no story on City Rock
would be complete without a little
coverage of their star pitcher...
who also happens to be the owner of
the best Cadillac dealership in
Queens.

Silence and incredulous looks all around.

CUT TO:

EXT. PARKING LOT - SAME MOMENT

Frank, G.C., Larry and Sam are leaning against Sam’s baby
blue Volkswagen Beetle, passing a joint around.

G.C.
Well, that’s O and four since
Marcel went on the lam.

FRANK
Hey, I’d rather take a few losses
than have a closet pedophile on the
team.

G.C.
I hear ya.
7.

FRANK
I’ll do some extra work with Jennie
this week, see if I can teach her
to throw a riser.

Everyone rolls their eyes.

G.C.
If she even shows up.

FRANK
(throwing him a glare)
Beside, we’re playing Binky’s next
week. They haven’t even won a game
yet this season. They’re always the
worst team in the league, but
because they were grand-fathered in
few years ago, it doesn’t matter
how bad they are.

G.C.
Good. We need a break.

SAM
Is the game Saturday or Sunday next
week?

FRANK
Sunday.

SAM
That’s Father’s Day, you know.

LARRY
Yeah?

SAM
Just sayin’.

LARRY
You gotta go see your daddy or
somethin’?

SAM
Just sayin’.

LARRY
What about you, G?

G.C.
What about me? I haven’t seen my
father in 7 years, and that’s all
right by me.
8.

FRANK
What’s up with that?

LARRY
Uh-oh. Here comes Mr. Social Worker
to the rescue.

FRANK
Ay, fuck off, Lar.

G.C.
It’s cool. I don’t have fond
memories of my old man, that’s all.

FRANK
How so?

G.C.
Larry’s right. You really can’t
control yourself can you?

FRANK
What? We can only talk about
baseball and women?

SAM
Sounds good to me.

G.C.
Well, I’ll tell you one story. It’s
why having our league meetings in
that goddamn funeral parlor freaks
me out.

They all lean in, fascinated...and stoned.

G.C. (cont’d)
When I was eight years old, at my
grandfather’s funeral? My father’s
father. Died at 92. At the grave,
my father and his older brother had
a fist fight.

FRANK
No!

LARRY
Shit!
9.

G.C.
My father was so pissed about my
uncle choosing a wooden casket
instead of a steel one that he lost
it, just as the funeral was ending.
Called my uncle a cheap bastard and
went after him.

SAM
Man!

G.C.
But that’s not the worst. After
they were broken up and everyone
left, my father made me stay at the
cemetery and hide near the
gravesite until the coffin was
lowered into the ground and covered
with dirt, because he was
suspicious that my uncle might try
and sneak back and steal Grandpa’s
jewelry. Picture that at eight
year’s old. And for the rest of my
childhood, anytime someone on my
father’s side died, he made me stay
behind at the cemetery and watch
the coffins get buried.

FRANK
Jesus!

SAM
Christ!

LARRY
I can’t believe they buried him
with jewelry!

EVERYONE
LARRY!!

LARRY
What? What a waste! Hey, if anybody
wants to get up early before the
game on Sunday, you can come and
hear my old man at church.

SAM
Church? I’m not askin’.
10.

LARRY
Yep. My father, Reverend McLane,
will be giving his special Father’s
Day sermon to a hootin’ and
hollerin’ Baptist congregation. You
wanna meet some fine ladies, you
should come. My father gets ‘em so
worked up, they leave that church
ready... if you get my drift.

FRANK
I just hope you’ll be ready for the
game.

LARRY
Oh yeah, brother Frank! I’ll be
sanctified!

All laugh, finishing up the joint as it goes around.

SAM
I wish I could say I had some
colorful stories to tell about my
dad. Mr. Straight Arrow. To him
being radical is leaving the office
two hours early on the Friday of
Memorial Day weekend.

LARRY
Your father? I figured for sure
that your father was an old hippie.

SAM
Ha! I wish. He’s still in mourning
because Walter Cronkite announced
he’s planning to retire. Can you
believe it?!

G.C.
Ay, I loved Walter Cronkite! He was
the biggest daddy of ‘em all.

All laugh, very stoned.

FRANK
Old Walter would’ve had the balls
to do a piece on this whole
homeless thing.

SAM
What about your father, Frank?
11.

FRANK
He’s not homeless.

SAM
Sooo... not funny.

LARRY
Frank’s an alien. He was dropped
off here by a UFO.

FRANK
Talk about not funny.

All laugh.

FRANK (cont’d)
I’ll call my father. That’s it.

EVERYONE
That’s it?

FRANK
(contrite)
That’s it.

Stoned moans all around.

FADE TO:

INT. SMALL CLASSROOM - NIGHT

About fifteen people are sitting in folding chairs that form


a rough circle. Some are drinking coffee, some are smoking
cigarettes, some are doing both.

CLOSE-UP OF JASON

JASON
My name is Jason and I’m an
alcoholic.

PEOPLE
Hi Jason.

CAMERA backs up and we see a battle-worn Herman sitting next


to Jason.

JASON
I’m feeling kinda down this week
with Father’s Day comin’ up and
all. My kid... my son, he’s in
college...
(proudly)
(MORE)
12.
JASON(cont'd)
...gonna go to law school.
(sad again)
He’s not gonna call me on Sunday,
though. Hasn’t talked to me since
his mom and I split up three years
ago.

People nod or make sympathetic sounds. Herman looks at him,


moved and surprised by Jason’s pain and openness to share it.
Not knowing the etiquette, Herman speaks to Jason.

HERMAN
Why he so angry at you?

People look curiously at Herman and then at Jason.

JASON
I was drunk and wrecked our car on
the day of his high school
graduation. His mother and I ended
up in the emergency room instead of
watching him receive the
valedictorian award.
(very sad)
My son was the best in his class. I
was so proud of him. I never got to
tell him. He wouldn’t read my
letters. His mother told me he
doesn’t even open ‘em.

CUT TO:

INT. SAME ROOM - END OF THE MEETING

All are standing, holding hands, and all except Herman are
speaking in unison.

PEOPLE
...to change the things I can, and
the wisdom to know the difference.

Hugs and handshakes all around. A woman comes up to Jason.

WOMAN
He must really love you to be that
angry at you. Just keep your heart
open to him as long as it takes.
He’ll feel that. Does he know you
got sober?

JASON
I don’t know.

CUT TO:
13.

EXT. NYC STREET - MOMENTS LATER

Jason pats Herman on the back.

JASON
You gotta come here every day, Pal,
twice a day if need be for a while.
And you call me, anytime, day or
night when you feel the booze
callin’ you. I live alone and don’t
sleep much, so it don’t matter
when.

HERMAN
Your boy should talk to you. He
should know that you straight.

JASON
Yeah, well... one day at a time,
you know?

HERMAN
(after a beat)
Why you go to that sex joint?

JASON
Oh. Yeah. Well, one addiction at a
time, huh?

HERMAN
I hear you.

Jason pats him on the arm and they separate.

FADE TO:

INT. METHADONE CLINIC - DAY

Our heroin-addict heroine, Jennie, is in line for her daily


dose, wearing torn-off jean shorts and a Grateful Dead T-
shirt. When it’s her turn, she steps up to the counter where
a hefty and slightly menacing-looking nurse waits. The name
tag on her uniform says: “HENRIETTA.” Jennie hands her a
plastic cup with urine in it.

JENNIE
Fresh from the pump, Henry! Don’t
put this in the wrong tray now.
Nobody’ll get right if they drink
that...
(leaning in
conspiratorially)
(MORE)
14.
JENNIE(cont'd)
...though I’ve known a few guys who
didn’t mind gettin’ a little golden
shower now and then. I’ll bet you
like to give ‘em, too, huh, you hot
mama.

The nurse glares at her, then smirks, shakes her head, and
hands Jennie her little plastic medicine bottle.

HENRIETTA
Swallow it all down, darling.

JENNIE
Mmmm... I bet that’s what your
husband says to you when you’re
giving him a...

HENRIETTA
NOW!

Jennie downs her dose in one gulp.

CUT TO:

EXT. RESIDENTIAL BUILDING IN MANHATTAN - LATER SAME DAY

Jennie enters the building as a prim-looking older woman is


getting buzzed in. She looks suspiciously at Jennie for a
moment. Jennie grins and winks at her and then bounds into
the lobby and up the staircase.

CUT TO:

INT. BARRY CRAMER’S OFFICE - MOMENTS LATER

We CLOSE-IN on Barry dosing blissfully in his chair.

CUT TO:

INT. WAITING ROOM OF BARRY’S OFFICE - SAME MOMENT

Jennie quietly enters the waiting room on tiptoes. We follow


her as she sneaks into Barry’s office. She sees him napping
and runs up to him, her face next to his ear.

JENNIE
Boo!

BARRY
(not even flinching)
Hello, Jennie. You’re late.

He opens his eyes and slowly sits up. Jennie leaps onto the
couch.
15.

JENNIE
I bet you were fantasizing about
me, huh? How were we doin’ it?

BARRY
You couldn’t keep up.

JENNIE
HA! Damn, man, you’re quick on the
draw, even half asleep!

BARRY
What’s going on?

JENNIE
Ah... well, not much, Bar. Without
having to cop everyday, I’ve got
too much time on my hands.

She rubs her fingers together nervously.

JENNIE (cont’d)
I took my works out last night just
to clean the dust off ‘em. And I’m
sorry, but meth does take the edge
off, but it ain’t dope, dig?

BARRY
Dope is heroin and heroin is a
narcotic.

JENNIE
Dig it!

BARRY
I mean, narcotics are pain killers.
And heroin, morphine, that’s for
top of the line pain. So I’m
thinking your edge must be pretty
painful.

JENNIE
Nah, man. I don’t do it for pain. I
do it for pleasure, to get high.

She rubs her arms and squirms on the couch.

BARRY
No, you don’t. Someone who isn’t in
big pain to begin with wouldn’t
find a major narcotic pleasurable.
(MORE)
16.
BARRY(cont'd)
They would just feel massively
numbed-out. Low, not high. Come on,
talk about your pain.

JENNIE
(mocking)
Like my existential angst?

BARRY
How about something from your
childhood.

JENNIE
Oh, no, now you’re gettin’
traditional on me, Doc!

BARRY
Come on.

JENNIE
(rocking on the couch)
Something from my childhood...
okay, you want regular shrink
stuff? My mother was - is - a pill-
popping psycho and my dad is the
greatest man on earth. Wanna do
something Oedipal with that?

BARRY
What kind of psycho was your mom?

JENNIE
Well, not the Alfred Hitchcock
kind, dig? But every now and then,
out of the blue, she would go off,
throw a bottle at you from across
the room or wake you up in the
middle of the night screaming about
nobody respecting her or some shit,
you know? Hey can’t I have just one
cigarette?

BARRY
What about the pills?

JENNIE
Oh, yeah, she was a real Valium of
the Dolls girl. She would give me
half a lude when I couldn’t sleep
sometimes. That’s how I came to
like ‘em so much. Mmm... I could
use one now.
17.

BARRY
How old were you?

JENNIE
Seven? Eight? I don’t know.

BARRY
(pausing, looking at her
intently)
What did you tell yourself about
it?

JENNIE
Nothin.’ She was trying to help me
sleep?

BARRY
She was trying to kill you.

JENNIE
Ahh! Come on, man! That’s a little
melodramatic. She was a pill head,
so she believed in the magic of
chemistry.

Jen winces, gets up and walks over to the window.

BARRY
I guarantee you, that seven-year-
old Jennie thought she was dying
the first time that lude knocked
her out, and she wondered why her
mother was killing her.
(beat)
What was your father - the greatest
guy - doing about all this?

JENNIE
Sarcastic, man! You better take a
longer nap next time. Daddy? What
could he do? He tried to maintain
the peace when she went off. He
would reassure us that everything
was cool. I don’t think he knew
that she was dopin’ me up.

She turns around and leans against the window sill, lost in
thought.

JENNIE (cont’d)
He was a writer, actually a
literary critic. Ha!
(MORE)
18.
JENNIE(cont'd)
I always got the best grades on my
papers ‘cause of him, I guess. He
was in his own world around the
house at night, reading or writing.
But he was always ready with a
story about something or other if
we wanted to hang with him.

BARRY
So, he left you to the wolves.

JENNIE
Isn’t time up? I’m getting
restless. I don’t think my dose was
right today. Hey, Bar, it’s
Father’s Day this Sunday. Can’t we
give my pops a break in honor?

BARRY
So, basically, you’re mother tried
kill you and your father abandoned
you. Now, we understand why you
like heroin.

JENNIE
Well, good, then, now that we’ve
got that solved... why shouldn’t I
get high?

BARRY
Because it’s you doing to yourself
what they did to you. See? You made
it out of there. You survived, grew
up in spite of them, but yet you’ve
taken up the mantle: “Kill Jennie,
but tell her everything’s okay.”

Jennie looks at him silently for a while. She slowly goes


back to the couch and sits. She speaks without any of her
usual shtick.

JENNIE
Anyway, I’m not going up there
Sunday. We have a game.

BARRY
How’s Frank?

JENNIE
Ah, you know, he’s a sweetie.
(MORE)
19.
JENNIE(cont'd)
I would never tell him this, but a
part of me imagines Frankie just
taking me away from New York, away
from everything, and keeping me
holed up in some cottage - like in
Maine or Oregon - some totally
unhip place, dig? And I could have
a baby - Woah! - a girl maybe, and
name her “Blossom,” though I
wouldn’t want people calling her
“Blo” for short! And we could all
just run around naked and pick
apples and crazy shit like that...

BARRY
Why wouldn’t you tell him?

JENNIE
Oh, man, ‘cause his craziness is
that he would do it!

BARRY
Ah.

JENNIE
Dig.

CUT TO:

EXT. LINCOLN HIGH SCHOOL - DAY

CLOSE-UP of Frank’s concerned face.

FRANK
I know how you feel, but you you’re
not going to kill him.

CAMERA pulls back and we see Marva, eyes blazing, looking at


him. They are in front of the main entrance to the school.
Other teens and teachers pass by unaware of their discussion.

MARVA
No, Frank, you don’t know how I
feel, not this time. That nigger
killed my baby, so he ain’t got no
right to live no more.

FRANK
The police are looking for him,
Marva. I told you we’d take care of
him...
20.

MARVA
NO! No taken care of nothin’! He
said he was gonna take care of me
and my baby. Mother-fucker talk
like he wanna be a daddy, then he
kick me in my stomach. NO! I don’t
care, Frank...
(fighting the tears)
Not this time.

FRANK
Now look! Darryl is dirt. He’s a
weak, paranoid, hollowed-out shell
of a human being, and he’s going to
jail for a long time. If you do
anything crazy, you’re just adding
your life to the same junk heap.
You have a whole life in front of
you, Marva, and you can have
another child with a man who really
loves you when you’re ready. And
I’ll be there.

She holds her tears, maintaining a steely-eyed glazed look


into nowhere. She remains silent.

FADE TO:

INT. G.C.’S OFFICE, LINCOLN HIGH - LATER

Frank, Larry and Jim are sitting around G.C.’s desk, which he
is behind.

FRANK
I’m worried about Marva.

JIM
You’re still seeing her? I thought
she was placed at St. Theresa’s.

LARRY
Frank’s her godfather, remember?

FRANK
She wants to kill that kid, Darryl,
the one who killed her baby.

LARRY
Can you blame her?
21.

FRANK
I’m just worried that she’ll
actually try and do it before the
cops find him.

G.C.
Jesus. You serious?

FRANK
I don’t know. I warned Jennie to
tell the house mothers to watch her
tonight, not to let her go out
alone.

JIM
What lives these kids lead. Why are
they so damn angry? I saw a kid
today - white, middle class,
parents together - I was testing
him for MBD...

LARRY
For what?

JIM
Minimal Brain Dysfunction. He sees
certain words and numbers
backwards. He may be a candidate
for Ritalin.

G.C.
(before his friend can
protest)
Frank! Don’t.

JIM
(ignoring them)
And you know what this nice boy
told me? He likes to hang out in
Central Park looking for frogs...

LARRY
What’s wrong with that?

JIM
When he finds them, he puts lit
firecrackers down their throats and
watches them explode.

Horrified sounds all around.

G.C.
Jesus!
22.

FRANK
I’ll tell you why they’re so
fucking angry.

LARRY
Uh-oh.

FRANK
Because nobody gives a shit! Places
like St. T’s are closing down,
psych wards and drug clinics are
throwing people out after two
weeks, and all the child
psychiatrists have given up on
therapy ‘cause it’s easier to call
every problem a brain disease and
just write a prescription.

JIM
The medication actually makes
things a lot easier for some kids,
Frank, and for their parents.

FRANK
Yeah, well some things aren’t meant
to be easier.

G.C.
Things are changing, Frank. It’s
all about money now.

FRANK
So, we just tell the girls: Hey,
you won’t get pregnant if you don’t
have sex, and by the way, we sure
aren’t going to give you birth
control. And we tell the fourteen-
year old coke and pill addicts to
just say no. Gee, how come nobody
thought of that dynamic approach
before?! And the schizophrenics,
the traumatized veterans with their
minds blown out, we just put them
out on the street and tell ‘em to
collect empty bottles for a living.
Things are changing all right!

The other men are looking at each other rolling their eyes.

LARRY
Sooo... everyone going to be there
for the game on Sunday?
23.

Nobody answers.

LARRY (cont’d)
Bird told me he’s gonna bring his
kids.

JIM
How many does he have?

LARRY
I’m not sure.

G.C.
Who was that guy with the pad
talking to him last weekend?

LARRY
A reporter. Doing a story on
softball for the Post.

A knock on the door. In comes the sexy Lydia looking for some
time with G.C.

LYDIA
Oh! Sorry boys. I’ll come back
later.

Everyone looks in mock scorn at G.C. who straightens his tie.

G.C.
We finished?

EVERYONE
(getting up and leaving)
I guess we are.

CUT TO:

INT. G.C.’S OFFICE - LATER

G.C. and Lydia straightening up their clothes after a


quickie. Lydia looks seductively satisfied. G.C. looks stern
and guilty.

LYDIA
Thanks for working me... into your
busy schedule, I mean.

G.C. clears his throat to speak, but the phone ringing


interrupts him. He picks it up clumsily.
24.

G.C.
(nervous and guilty)
PAT!
(waving at Lydia to leave)

She sashays out provocatively.

G.C. (cont’d)
Hey Pat. Uhh... what’s up? Why
aren’t you at work?

He listens as his face sinks into a mixed expression of


shock, excitement and dismay.

G.C. (cont’d)
You sure? How many months?
(catching himself)
Oh... Oh, yeah, baby, that’s great
news. Yeah. I’m gonna be a daddy,
huh? How about that? I love you,
too, baby. I love you, too. Okay.
I’ll see you later.

He rubs his head as he hangs up.

G.C. (cont’d)
Jesus.

FADE TO:

INT. LIVING ROOM, ST. THERESA’S GROUP HOME - EVENING

Jennie is sitting cross-legged in the middle of a group of


six teenage girls, all in various stages of pregnancy. One of
them is Marva, seeming oddly cool. A young Hispanic GIRL
speaks angrily.

GIRL ONE
That ain’t right! No fuckin’ WAY
that’s right! That low-life dog
should be taken care of on the
street, and I know some people who
could do it, too.

A very pregnant, frail-looking white GIRL speaks quietly.

GIRL TWO
If he gets tried as a juvie, he’ll
be back on the streets in two years
maybe. That’s bad.
25.

JENNIE
(gets up on her knees)
Listen up. Darryl is a sick mother-
fucker. A psychopath, dig? For
real. And one way or another, he’s
gonna still do more damage in this
lifetime. Check it out, though,
‘cause this is the way it really
works...
(dramatic pause)
...Karma!

MARVA
(rolling her eyes)
Here we go.

JENNIE
Dig. What goes around comes around.
That’s the real law, and the Karmic
cops always get their man. Darryl’s
life is gonna go bad, no way around
it. BUT... if you go after him and
fuck him up, then his Karma becomes
yours and your life gets fucked,
see? Then even dead, Darryl’s doing
more damage to you.

GIRL ONE
Man, you a true space cadet!

GIRL TWO
What if he comes back to hurt
Marva, though... before his...
Karma gets him?

JENNIE
Cool. Yeah. Okay. Dig this.
(leaning down, talking
softly to draw them in)
You can kill him.

She waits, looking around at each of them. They look


confused.

JENNIE (cont’d)
In here.
(pointing to her head)
In your mind. Kill him there and he
won’t be in your life anymore. Just
shift yourself into a reality where
Darryl doesn’t exist and he won’t
even think about you anymore.
(MORE)
26.
JENNIE(cont'd)
(looking pointedly at each
girl)
And you can do that to whoever has
been a mother-fucker in your life.
Wipe them out of your mind. Poof!

She gestures with her hand as the girls look at each other,
shrugging, trying to figure out what to make of Jennie.

JENNIE (cont’d)
You been pretty quiet, Marv. You
cool?

MARVA
Yeah, I’m cool.

Marva looks up to see Frank. All turn around to see him.


Marva doesn’t run over to him the way she usually does.

JENNIE
Hey, Frankie! What’s cookin’
Daddio?

FRANK
Hey Jen. Hello ladies. How you
doin’ Marva?

MARVA
I’m cool.

He looks at Jennie who nods.

GIRL ONE
Jennie was teachin’ us how to mind-
fuck somebody instead of really
fuckin’ ‘em.

He looks at Jennie who shrugs.

CUT TO:

EXT. NYC STREET - LATER SAME EVENING

Jennie and Frank walking and talking.

FRANK
She okay?

JENNIE
Not sure. She was a little too
cool. I told Annie to make sure she
doesn’t go out alone tonight.
27.

FRANK
What about you?

JENNIE
(seductively)
I’m not alone tonight.

FRANK
(seduced)
I mean how are you?

JENNIE
Cool.

They arrive at the stoop in front of Frank’s building and


sit.

FRANK
You coming to the game Sunday?

JENNIE
No way I’d miss it, babe.
(she hops up and pretends
she’s pitching)
Gotta try out my new Radical Riser.

FRANK
I gotta call my old man, tell him
I’m not coming up.

JENNIE
Is he gonna be mad?

FRANK
Ahh... He’ll make some snide
remarks about my life. Here...
Here’s what he’ll say - that I do
woman’s work for a living and that
I’m playing a kid’s game instead of
being with my family.

JENNIE
Nice guy! Woman’s work?! Shit! I’d
like to see him on the Deuce at two
in the morning trackin’ down a half-
naked fourteen-year old hooker
being chased by her buzzed pimp on
one block and the cops on another.
But there must be something cool
about your dad, since he had you!

He looks at her, fascinated.


28.

FRANK
What’s with you, Jen? You’re so
together sometimes. So tough and
wise... and sexy... all at once...

JENNIE
Uh-oh. I hear a but!

FRANK
Ah, forget the but. Let’s go
inside.

JENNIE
Don’t forget my butt, baby!

She wiggles it as she climbs the stairs ahead of him.

CUT TO:

INT. FRANK’S FLAT - MOMENTS LATER

Frank is sitting on the wooden door that lies over his


bathtub. Jennie straddles him and they kiss. They start to
get hot.

FRANK
Wait. I can’t relax until I call
him and get it out of my mind.

JENNIE
Your old man?

FRANK
Yeah.

JENNIE
Cool, Daddy. Call your Daddy! I’ll
prepare a little treat.

FRANK
What?!

JENNIE
Cool.

He shrugs and goes into the bedroom and picks up and dials
the phone.

FRANK
Hey Dad. It’s Frank... Yep. Uh-huh.
What’re you watching? Okay, I won’t
keep you. Uhh... no, I can’t come
up Sunday... Got a game...
(MORE)
29.
FRANK(cont'd)
softball. Dad! Don’t start... it’s
important to me, and to the guys on
the team... Grandpa’s been saying
this might be his last year for
twenty years. I’ll call him..
.yeah, I know it’s just a game... I
know I haven’t been up in a
while... okay a long while. I’ve
been busy. Working two jobs...
Yeah! That’s my job!... Don’t
start!... Joey works for you. He’ll
take over your business... maybe if
you stop treating him like an
asshole, he’ll stop acting like
one... okay. I’ll call on Sunday
morning...
(to the hung up phone)
Bye.

He goes back into the kitchen where Jen has set up her
“treat” on the bathtub cover - a mirror with eight lines of
coke neatly arranged on it. She hands him a sawed-off plastic
straw. He groans, not taking the straw.

FRANK (cont’d)
What’s this?

JENNIE
A treat!

FRANK
I thought you were cleaning up?

JENNIE
Yeah, man! I haven’t shot any dope
for three weeks now. So, I gotta
reward myself.

Frank shakes his head.

JENNIE (cont’d)
Dig. There’s this new shit out now -
the guys at the meth clinic been
tellin’ me - a kind of condensed
form of coke that you can smoke.
Crack. People say it takes you to
Jupiter and back. I gotta try it!

FRANK
Great! It’s good that you get all
the latest drug news at your
clinic.
30.

JENNIE
Yeah man! How’s your dad?

Frank looks at her, shaking his head. He answers by taking


the straw.

JENNIE (cont’d)
Daddio!

CUT TO:

INT. TIMES SQUARE PORNO PALACE - SAME EVENING

SHOT of two NAKED WOMEN entwined in the “69” position,


writhing on a mattress. CAMERA cuts to the panting, sweating
face of Jason peering at them through the little window in
his booth.

CUT TO:

EXT. SHOT - TIMES SQUARE PORNO PALACE - MOMENTS LATER

Jason slinks out of the gaudy porno shop onto the seedy
street. He pulls his hat down and hunches. As he turns to
start walking, he almost bumps into Herman who is slinking
out of the liquor store next door. Both men are startled and
embarrassed.

JASON
H-hey! Herman! What’re you doing
here...
(seeing the paper bag with
the pint in it)
...oh, I get it! No. No, man, no.
We gotta get to a meeting. Now!

HERMAN
(resisting)
You doin’ yo thing, ain’t you?

JASON
Come on, pal. I said we didn’t I?
Look, I haven’t had a drink in...
two years, five months, and three
days, but I know I’m not really
sober yet. That’s why I’m slinking
around in this sleazy place. But
like I said, one addiction one day
at a time. Besides, we both got
sons to make amends to.
31.

HERMAN
Nah. Not me. I ain’t making no
‘mends wit my son. He gone. Least
you know where yo son is. Not me.
He gone. Flew away like the Bird he
is.

JASON
Herman. Listen. I don’t exactly
know what the nature of the power
is that brought us together, but
something’s at work here.
Something’s throwing us at each
other in spite of ourselves. We
gotta believe that it’s possible to
change things, even if it’s
impossible.

Herman looks at him, torn but moved.

HERMAN
You a funny guy.

JASON
(holding out his hand)
Lemme hold that bottle for you. If
you still want it after the
meeting, I’ll give it back to you.

Reluctantly, Herman hands him the pint. They walk off


together. As they cross the street, we see Jason discreetly
drop the pint into a garbage pail on the street.

CUT TO:

EXT. ST. THERESA’S GROUP HOME - SAME NIGHT

Marva and the pregnant white girl are leaving the building.
Annie, the house mother, looks stern.

ANNIE
Now look here! You two stay
together and you get back here by
curfew. Hear?!

MARVA
Chill out, Annie. We’re cool.

The white girl nods nervously. The pair walk off. Annie
watches for a bit, concerned.

CUT TO:
32.

INT. FRANK’S FLAT - MOMENTS LATER

Frank and Jennie are looking a little “energized.”

FRANK
I feel like going for a walk. A
long walk.

Jennie laughs. Frank’s phone rings.

JENNIE
Hey, maybe it’s your dad calling
back to say he loves you.

Frowning, Frank answers the phone.

FRANK
Hello. Yes. Oh... hi. Uhh... yes,
she’s here. Uh-huh. When?
(looking serious)
Okay.

FRANK (cont’d)
(to Jennie)
Come on. We’re walking.

JENNIE
Daddio!

CUT TO:

EXT. NYC STREET - LATER

Marva and the white girl are walking and talking. The white
girl puts her hands on her protruding belly.

GIRL TWO
I’ll be glad when I can carry this
baby in my arms instead of my
belly.

Marva is silent, brooding.

GIRL TWO (cont’d)


I am excited, though. A little
scared, too. But mostly glad. My
baby and I are really going to be
close...
(seeing Marva glaze over)
...oh, I’m sorry. Ugh! How stupid I
am. I’m really sorry, Marva.
33.

MARVA
Nah. Ain’t nothing. I’m over it. I
ain’t ready to have no child. I see
that now.
(coldly, darkening)
I’m glad it’s gone.

The girl looks at her sympathetically, then moans in a bit of


pain. She heads toward a bench.

GIRL TWO
Oh! I need to sit for a few
minutes.

MARVA
Cool. I’m hungry. Want somethin’?

GIRL TWO
Yeah, I’m starved. I always am
these days... but we’re supposed to
stay together.

MARVA
I’m just going around the corner.
There’s a Seven Eleven. I’ll bring
us back a stash. You stay here.

GIRL TWO
(worried)
You sure?

MARVA
Chill.

She leaves.

CUT TO:

EXT. NYC STREET - MOMENTS LATER

We see Marva walk right past the Seven Eleven and head down
into a subway station.

CUT TO:

INT. SUBWAY CAR - MOMENTS LATER

Marva, sitting alone in an uncrowded car, looks around, then


carefully opens her handbag and looks into it. She touches
the gun and then closes the purse again.

CUT TO:
34.

EXT. NYC STREET - LATER

Marva is watching Darryl from across a street. He is saying


good-bye to two other young guys. As he walks, she discreetly
follows him. When he turns onto a deserted street, we CLOSE-
IN from behind him.

MARVA (O.S.)
(coldly)
You killed my baby.

He stops walking, stands still for a moment, then slowly


turns around. We now see that she is pointing the gun at him.
He is a stony mixture of surprise and contempt.

MARVA (cont’d)
Now you gonna join that baby you
wanted so bad.

DARRYL
(glaring at her)
You gonna kill me bitch? You think
you can make me scared? I’ll just
be dead, but you’ll be getting
fucked with broom handles at
Riker’s. Nah, you didn’t come here
to kill me. You just need to be
with me now...

He slowly walks towards her. She raises the gun and aims at
his face about to shoot when...

FRANK (O.S.)
Marva! NO!

She turns her head for a second. Darryl’s on it. He grabs the
gun and grabs Marva, holding the gun to her throat. We hear
sirens approaching.

DARRYL
Back off, mother-fucker, or you and
her gonna be angels real quick!

FRANK
It’s over, Darryl. Don’t make it
worse for yourself. There’s still
time for you to get some help...

DARRYL
Get some help?! I already got all
the help I need right here. But you
right about one thing - it’s over.
35.

He jams the gun into Marva’s neck when...

JENNIE (O.S.)
It ain’t over ‘till it’s over...

Darryl turns his head just in time for his face to be met
with Jennie’s fist. BAM! She socks him so hard he falls to
the ground on his back. Frank grabs the arm that has the gun
and slams it until the gun drops. Jennie jumps on Darryl,
straddling him. Frank’s got both of Darryl’s arms pinned now.

JENNIE (cont’d)
Gee Darryl, usually when I have a
guy in this position, he has a hard-
on... but, oh yeah, I forgot, you
have a problem in that area, don’t
you?

Darryl is furious, but dazed and beaten as the cops cars


arrive. Marva is standing by in shock. Frank and Jennie look
up at each other.

JENNIE (cont’d)
Hope I didn’t fuck-up my pitching
hand.

Frank smiles at her with amazement.

FADE TO:

INT. NYC POLICE STATION - LATER

Marva, flanked by Frank and Jennie on either side head


towards the exit of the station as Darryl, in handcuffs, is
taken inside.

EXT. POLICE STATION - MOMENTS LATER

The trio head away from the station arm in arm.

MARVA
I would’ve killed him. He deserved
to die.

FRANK
I’m glad you didn’t.

JENNIE
Ditto that!

MARVA
Now what am I gonna do? I got no
baby, and I got no justice.
36.

FRANK
You’re gonna start over again, live
your life... for you. That’s
justice.

JENNIE
Dig this. I was talking to this guy
the other day at the meth... uhh...
at a social work conference. He’s a
drug counselor. Had been a broke,
burnt-out boozer and pill head
once, man, filled with rage and
self-hate. Let’s call him “Mister
T.” So, Mister T, one bad night,
ends up paralysing somebody in a
car accident, a young dude who was
engaged to be married.

MARVA
Ahh... shit, Jennie, what the..?

JENNIE
Yeah, dig. So, Mister T’s all done,
finished. He plans out how he’s
gonna off himself, but wants to go
see the guy he ran over in the
hospital before he does the deed.

She has Marva and Frank’s full attention.

JENNIE (cont’d)
Check it out. When he goes into the
room, the paralysed guy looks right
into Mister T’s eyes, like he was
expecting him. Mister T’s crying,
now. The guy calls Mister T close,
because he can only whisper.

MARVA
What did he say?

JENNIE
He said... “live.” Live.

Marva and Frank are silent.

JENNIE (cont’d)
It was like a revelation or an
epiphany for Mister T, dig?

MARVA
What’s an epifnee?
37.

JENNIE
Like everything clicks in.

MARVA
So, what are you saying, maybe I’m
supposed to live?

JENNIE
Dig it.

MARVA
And my baby wasn’t?

JENNIE
I know that’s a bitch to wrap your
head around, honey, but...

MARVA
(softening)
Nah. I think I get it. Sort of.

Frank observes them both fondly.

MARVA (cont’d)
I guess I’d rather be out here,
with Darryl in jail, them him dead
and me in jail.
(beat)
You two are like some kind of
fucked-up superheroes or something.
Word up.

They all laugh.

CUT TO:

INT. FRANK’S FLAT - FATHER’S DAY MORNING

Frank is sitting in a makeshift window-seat looking out onto


the street. In the background, Jennie lies sprawled out on
the bed, naked, with pillows between her legs and in her
arms.

CLOSE-UP OF Frank sipping an espresso reflectively.

JENNIE (O.S.)
Happy Father’s Day, Daddio.

He turns around to see her climb out of bed.

FRANK
Not me. I ain’t no daddy.
38.

She sleepily shuffles over to him, still naked but with her
arms still wrapped around one of the pillows. She kisses him
on the ear.

JENNIE
You’re the man!

He just smiles.

JENNIE (cont’d)
This is too early for a growing
girl like me to be up.

FRANK
We got a game.

JENNIE
I gotta pee.

She opens the door to the outer hallway and sticks her head
out, see no one and tiptoes out. Just then, out of her water
closet comes Mindy, Frank’s neighbor, in her T-shirt and
panties. They face each other.

JENNIE (cont’d)
Oh! Hi! I’m Jen.

Not thinking, she reaches out her hand to shake hello and the
pillow drops. Mindy is wide-eyed and a touch sardonic.

MINDY
Yes, I’ve heard you... I mean I’ve
heard about you. I’m Mindy.

Jen, bumbling, tries to simultaneously shake hands and pick


up the pillow. She makes a goofy, apologetic face.

JENNIE
I gotta pee - bad!

MINDY
Nice meeting you...

Jen rushes into the water closet and slams the door.

MINDY (cont’d)
...Jen.

CUT TO:
39.

INT. CHURCH, HARLEM - SAME MORNING

CLOSE-UP of the members of a mostly black choir singing a


high-energy gospel song and whooping it up. CAMERA pans the
congregation doing the same. CAMERA arrives to the pulpit
where a heavy-set, handsome black man is looking over his
audience authoritatively. He is REVEREND McLANE, Larry’s
father.

As the choir concludes and the church quiets down, he begins


to speak in a resonant voice, dramatically pausing and
looking around or up to Heaven at times. The congregation
frequently chimes in with “amens” and such.

REVEREND MCLANE
Today, we honor our fathers... our
earthly fathers... the men through
whom our Heavenly Father sows His
seed... THE SEED OF LIFE! Some of
our earthly fathers do indeed sow
that seed... WITH GREAT ABANDON!
And I do not use that word lightly.
ABANDON! YES! Yes, far too many of
our fathers are not here this
morning to be honored because they
have not followed the example of
our Heavenly Father... who NEVER
abandons his children. NO!

SHOT of Larry in the back of the church intently focused on


his father.

REVEREND MCLANE (cont’d)


But as I look out at our
congregation, I do see the men
here... our fathers, our brothers,
our sons... those men who have sown
their seed and NOT abandoned that
which has grown from it, and to
you, I say, AMEN BROTHERS! AMEN!
Today is your day! And to you FINE
women... mothers, wives, SISTERS
AND DAUGHTERS, I say... HONOR YOUR
MEN! RESPECT YOUR MEN! PLEEEASE
YOUR MEN - TODAY!!

A lot of hooting and hollering in the audience.


40.

SHOT of Larry glancing at his watch impatiently. He looks up


to see an attractive woman smiling flirtatiously at him. He
smiles back.

CUT TO:

INT. G.C.’S APARTMENT - SAME MORNING

G.C. is meticulously putting on his City Rock uniform,


looking into a full length mirror. His wife, PAT, in a
bathrobe, comes up from behind and wraps her arms around him.

PAT
Happy soon-to-be Father’s Day.

He smiles a half-smile.

PAT (cont’d)
You still gonna be doing this when
we have the baby?

G.C.
What? Softball? Next year? We have
to survive this year first. Why?

PAT
I don’t know. I guess I’m imagining
we might want to have some family
weekends together...
(patting her belly)
...just the three of us. Maybe get
out of the city now and then.

G.C. turns around and embraces and kisses her.

G.C.
I’m here. I’ll always be here...
(touching her belly over
her hand)
...for both of you.

They kiss.

CUT TO:

INT. FRANK’S FLAT - SAME MORNING

Frank is fully dressed in his City Rock uniform, looking at


himself in a small mirror hanging on the wall over the bath
tub in the kitchen. Jen, nearby, is wearing her CR jersey and
cap as she pulls her pants on over her naked butt.
41.

FRANK
You play our games without
underwear?!

JENNIE
Yeah, man! Keeps me loose... and
saves time if I want to have a
quickie in between innings.

FRANK
Yeah, right.
(reflecting)
Are you serious?

She laughs at him and kisses his ear. He takes one last
serious look at himself.

FRANK (cont’d)
Okay, time to go.

CUT TO:

EXT. GRAMERCY PARK SOFTBALL LEAGUE PLAYING FIELD - LATER

City Rock is warming up - some players throwing a ball


around, some taking grounders, some just stretching - when
the BINKY’S squad arrives en masse, walking together and
looking like a fraternity on spring break. Two of the players
are carrying a huge cooler as if it were the Arc of the
Covenant. Two others are carrying Hibachi barbecue grills.
When they arrive to their bench, the first thing they do is
open the cooler and pass around the beers and start the fires
in the grills. The City Rock players pause and observe,
bemused.

We CLOSE-IN on Larry, Bird and T as they come in together.

LARRY
Looks like we can actually win one
today.

T
Look like a bunch a pussies to me.

Bird sniffs like he smells something bad.

We CLOSE-IN on Rick, Sam and Jeffrey.

RICK
Now that’s my idea of a softball
team! They need to upgrade to an
imported beer, though.
42.

He laughs at himself.

SAM
Don’t think there’s too many
fathers on that team. How’d you get
away from your family today,
Jeffrey? I figure at your age,
you’re still getting money from
your old man.

JEFFREY
(a little insulted)
Yeah, he helps me out, but my folks
live in Champagne, so... I told
them I’d be studying for a final
exam today actually.

RICK
Champagne? Now that’s what we need
in our cooler! What do you mean
they live in champagne?

JEFFREY
Champagne, Illinois. It’s outside
of Chicago.

RICK
Oh.

FRANK (O.S.)
CITY ROCK! BRING IT IN!

We see Frank standing on the bench calling his team together.

CUT TO:

EXT. CITY ROCK BENCH - MOMENTS LATER

Everyone huddled together, listening to Frank.

FRANK
Okay. We’re gonna have to pick up
the slack, and it looks like
today’s the day to do it. We can
still turn this season around...

We see Jennie reaching from behind to pinch Rick’s ass.

RICK
(jumping)
WOO!
43.

Everyone looks at him. Frank glares at Jen, who smiles


innocently.

ELI
(chest out)
No problem, coach. I feel like I’m
pitchin’ a no hitter today.

G.C.
Just keep the ball in the park
and...

Several of the players say it all at once:

PLAYERS
DO YOUR JOB!

Everyone but Frank and G.C. laugh.

JIM
(face up towards the sun)
It’s gonna be a City Rock kind of
day today. I can feel it.

At the other end of the bench, we see Teeny and Joy in skimpy
outfits taking in the sun. Teeny is playing with a Rubik’s
Cube. We also see three attractive women, 20’s - one black,
JANE, one Hispanic, SONYA, and one white, ELAINE - standing
together with three toddler-age boys of various skin tones.

TEENY AND JOY


COME ON CITY ROCK! ROCK ‘EM!

The two women go over to the women with the kids.

TEENY
Hi! I’m Teeny and this is Joy.

JOY
Hey!

JANE
I’m Jane.

SONYA
Sonya.

ELAINE
Elaine.

TEENY
(bending down to the kids)
And who are these cuties?
44.

ELAINE
(her son clinging to her
leg)
That’s Jed.

SONYA
(holding her boy in check
by his collar)
This little monster’s Leroy.

JANE
(picking up her angelic-
looking boy)
This is Herman.

TEENY AND JOY


HERMAN!

TEENY
All their Daddies got the day off
today? Or shouldn’t I ask?

The three mothers look at each other, then answer together by


nodding towards Bird, the father of all three, as he arrives
to them. The big man picks up the fidgety Leroy.

BIRD
(proud and loving)
You gonna watch yo daddy play now,
big man?

Leroy vigorously shakes his head no. Everyone, including


Bird, laughs. Then, we hear an increasing roar come from the
other side of the field. We see the Binky’s crew in a huddle
with their arms around each other chanting:

BINKY’S
IT JUST DOESN’T MATTER! IT JUST
DOESN’T MATTER! IT JUST DOESN’T
MATTER!

TEENY AND JOY


OH BROTHER!

VINNY (O.S.)
PLAY BALL!

We see Vinny, the commissioner and umpire, set up behind home


plate. Binky’s takes the field, some of the players with
their beer cans next to them. G.C. is up first for City Rock.

VINNY (cont’d)
This outta be fun.
45.

G.C.
You think I do this for fun?!

G.C. rips the first pitch for a base hit. The City Rick bench
cheers. Binky’s bench boos and issues catcalls and Bronx
cheers. Up next, T, cigarette hanging form his mouth, follows
suit with a hit. The Binky’s player standing behind T at
first base makes a mock scared face to his second baseman.

T
(without turning around)
Do that again if you wanna die,
chump.

The Binky’s player gulps.

Rick up third, gets hit with the first pitch. Before he can
say anything, the pitcher is profusely apologizing.

PITCHER
Oh, man! I’m sorry, bro! That one
just got away from me. Peace!

Rick shakes his head and walks angrily to first. Bases


loaded, Bird’s up. The catcher runs to the mound to talk to
his pitcher.

CATCHER
How you feel?

PITCHER
I’m hungry.

CATCHER
We’ll put the burgers on as soon as
you get The Hulk out.

PITCHER
Right on!

CATCHER
Just duck if he hits it back to
you.

PITCHER
No prob!

The pitcher delivers the ball to Bird who skips up and rips a
scorcher right back at the pitcher, who indeed ducks,
protecting his face with his mitt... just as the speeding
ball slams right into it. The pitcher, now on his back, flips
the ball over his head to the third baseman to double-off
G.C., who was already half-way to home plate. Double play!
46.

Bird, still standing near home plate, stares in disgusted


amazement.

Larry’s up with two outs. He hits a long fly ball to center


field. The Binky’s center fielder back-pedals, stepping on
and crushing his beer can in the process, and catches Larry’s
shot just before it hits the fence. The Binky’s squad laughs
and applauds as if they’re at a Broadway show.

Frank and G.C. look at each other with dismay.

CUT TO:

EXT. PLAYING FIELD - LATER

We see the scoreboard. Bottom of the 7th (and last) inning,


and the score is City Rock - 2, Binky’s - 0.

City Rock is on the field. We see some Binky’s players


drinking beers and eating burgers on their bench. A few are
sizzling on the grill.

Frank, G.C. and Eli gather at the pitching mound.

G.C.
Just hold these guys, Eli. They’re
gonna collapse... or throw-up any
minute now.

ELI
I’m on it, baby. I’m the man!

FRANK
Geez, those burgers do smell good,
though.

They both look at him. He smiles and pats Eli on the back.

FRANK (cont’d)
Come on, E. Let’s take care of
these clowns.

They separate back to their respective positions.

VINNY
BATTER UP!
(to Frank)
You guys need to loosen up a
little. It’s just a game.

FRANK
Now you tell me?!
47.

Eli, bearing down, strikes out the first batter he faces in


the 7th. The second batter hits a hard line drive right near
Bird, who snaps it up like he’s swatting a fly. Two outs. The
next batter is a beer-bellied, grizzled slob who stuffs half
a burger into his mouth as he comes to the plate, wiping his
mouth with his shirt collar.

ELI
That’s disgusting!

The batter belches loudly at Eli. Eli fires two pitches in


which the batter just stares at for two strikes. Eli shakes
his head in disgust, then fires another one in. The slob
whips his bat around and the ball goes flying - right over
the left field fence. Home Run! Eli throws his mitt down in
anger.

Frank calls over to Jen, who is curled up on the bench,


sleeping. She looks up surprised to see where she is.

JENNIE
YEAH, ROCK!

Frank signals for her to come to the mound as he and G.C.


meet Eli there.

ELI
(in disbelief)
NO! You can’t be taking me out!
These guys are punks!

FRANK
I know. But I think we need to
lighten up.

JENNIE (O.S.)
You rang?!

She bounds up to the mound. G.C. shakes his head.

JENNIE (cont’d)
Man, I’m hungry! I was dreaming
about hamburgers. Dig it!

Eli storms off and throws his mitt to the bench.

FRANK
(to G.C.)
Don’t worry. We’ve been practicing
a new secret weapon.

G.C. walks back to third, still shaking his head.


48.

JENNIE
We having a good day, Frankie Babe?

FRANK
Just do your thing, Jen. Let’s have
some fun.

JENNIE
That’s the name of my game!

Frank goes back to his spot behind the plate.

VINNY
BATTER UP!
(to Frank)
I don’t know if I meant that loose!

Jennie sees the action over at the Binky’s bench and her eyes
widen. She raises her hand up to Vinny.

JENNIE
TIME OUT, VINNY BABE!

VINNY
TIME!

Jen runs over to the Binky’s bench, talks to a couple of the


guys, slappin’ high fives, while Vinny and the City Rock
players look on perplexed.

CUT TO:

EXT. PLAYING FIELD - MOMENTS LATER

Jen is on the mound with a burger and a beer. She takes a


bite out of the burger and stuffs it in the back pocket of
her pants. Then, she swigs the beer and puts the can on the
ground next to her.

VINNY
YOU READY PITCHER?!

JENNIE
ROCK ON, VIN!

Jennie seems to be ready to pitch, but suddenly, she raises


her hand up again.

JENNIE (cont’d)
TIME!

VINNY
NOW WHAT?!
49.

Jennie runs to the plate and up to the batter, who is


perplexed. She puts her arm around him and walks him off to
the side. Frank looks back at Vinny in confusion.

JENNIE
(to the batter quietly)
Check this out, dude. You’re the
first batter ever to experience
Jerk-Off Jennie’s Radical Riser,
dig? So, I just wanted you to know
what’s comin’ so like, you know,
you don’t hurt yourself or
something.

She pats his ass and winks. He laughs, looks at her bemused,
and says:

BATTER
Hey, baby, you should play for our
team.

JENNIE
Dig it!

Back on the mound, Jennie does her patented double-pump wind-


up and then throws her new pitch. Starting out at knee-level,
the ball heads straight in, but... just as the batter swings,
the ball seems to slow down and rise up to chest level. The
batter is so fooled that his bat slips out of his hands and
flies over to the Binky’s bench, where everyone has to run
for cover, spilling beers and burgers.

Jen boogies on the mound, takes another bite of her burger


and swig of her beer and starts singing the Abba tune.

JENNIE (cont’d)
Dancin’ queen. Watch that scene.
Diggin’ the dancin’ queen.

She throws another riser, and again the batter whiffs at it,
this time holding onto his bat, though. The Binky’s bench
starts rooting... for Jennie!

BINKY’S
JENNIE! JENNIE! JENNIE!

Jennie waves to her new fans. The batter looks over at his
team with a what-the-hell look.

JENNIE
You can dance. You can dance.
Having the time of your life...
50.

She lets loose another riser. This time the batter actually
gets a nice piece of it and hits a high fly ball out to left
field where Sam is climbing up the chain-link fence like
Spiderman. With one outstretched arm, he snares the ball just
before it goes over.

VINNY
(clenched fist in the air)
OUT! THAT’S THE GAME!

City Rock - AND Binky’s - are cheering and celebrating.

CUT TO:

EXT. CITY ROCK BENCH - LATER

City Rock and company milling about. In the distance, we see


Rick and Jennie having beers with Binky’s at their bench.
Bird’s women are gathered around him while his three sons are
climbing all over him. The big man is a little morose.

BIRD
Well, I’m glad we won, but I sure
didn’t put on any kinda show for my
kids.

JANE
Honey, these boys wouldn’t know a
home run from a hot dog at their
age. They just happy to see their
father.

BIRD
I hear you.

Just then, a car pulls into the parking lot. Out comes Jason
Lamb, with a camera around his neck, and then, out comes...
Herman, dressed in his Sunday best, bow tie and all. Everyone
turns around. Frank and G.C. slowly walk over and stand near
Bird’s women. Herman stops short of entering the field as he
stares in amazement at Bird and his sons. He is choked up.
Bird’s women look at each other and then back and forth from
Herman to Bird. Bird is frozen.

Jason stands next to Herman, giving everyone time to breath.


Finally, Bird stands up, one kid in each arm, and Jed
clinging to his leg. Herman and Bird slowly approach each
other, both men full of controlled feelings.
51.

HERMAN
I’s sorry I missed the game. I had
a hard time gettin’ dressed and
all... not ‘cause I was drinkin,’
though... I’s just nervous...

BIRD
I didn’t do nothin’ anyway... but
the team won. ‘Sides, you seen me
play in the days when I could
really play.

Frank and G.C. look at each other incredulously.

Little Leroy, pointing to Herman, pulls on Bird’s collar.

LEROY
MAN!

Everyone laughs.

BIRD
That’s your granddaddy, boy! That’s
Papa Herman!

LEROY
PAAA-MAN!

More laughter. Leroy is very pleased with himself.

BIRD
(to Herman)
These your gran’kids.
(indicating each one)
Leroy. Jed. And...
(emotionally, with pride)
Herman.

Herman’s eyes fill up.

HERMAN
Herman? You named one a yo kids
after me?

Bird just smiles.

BIRD
And these they mothers - Sonya,
Elaine and Jane.

Herman looks at the three women, then at the kids, then at


Bird. He smiles.
52.

HERMAN
See you still my son!

Laughter all around.

BIRD
How you find me?

Jason interrupts.

JASON
Well, that’s an interesting story,
and, in fact, I’m gonna write about
it for tomorrow’s paper. But first,
a couple of pictures.

He arranges several different groupings, snapping pictures,


until finally, the last one is with Bird, his three sons and
his father, Herman, all together. As the camera clicks, we
FREEZE-FRAME on that SHOT.

FADE TO:

INT. BAR - LATER

Frank, G.C. and Jennie are sitting at the bar, having drinks.

FRANK
Amazing!

JENNIE
Wasn’t I?

FRANK
I meant Bird and his father and his
kids and his women...

G.C.
And we’re not seeing him in his
prime?!

JENNIE
Dig it. I wonder how many other
kids and women he has.

G.C.
I wonder how much better he
could’ve been as a ballplayer.

G.C. downs his beer during a silence, then decides to tell


them.
53.

G.C. (cont’d)
Pat’s pregnant.

FRANK
What?!

JENNIE
WOOO HOOO! All right, G! Guess you
did have it in ya after all!

G.C.
What are you saying?!

FRANK
(cryptic)
So... are you... I mean, do you..?

G.C.
Yes, Frank! What’s wrong with you?

FRANK
Me? Plenty! Hey, man, then...
congratulations, buddy! This
round’s on me!

He signals the bartender for another round.

FRANK (cont’d)
So, you’re gonna be a daddy!

G.C.
You wanna be the godfather?

Jennie puts her arm around Frank lovingly.

FRANK
What? You serious?

G.C.
Yeah. Pat and I want you to be the
godfather.

FRANK
Oh, man! Okay, I accept!

Laughter all around.

FRANK (cont’d)
(dawning)
Oh, shit! That reminds me. I have
to call my father. But first, a
toast.
54.

He puts his arm around G.C. and Jennie. They laugh and hug
each other and raise up their beers together.

ALL THREE
HAPPY FATHER’S DAY!

CAMERA pans up to the TV screen above the bar. We see and


hear Walter Cronkite giving his signature farewell.

WALTER
And that’s the way it is...

FADE TO BLACK.

THE END.

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