LOVE AND BASKETBALL BY GINA PRINCE-BYTHEWOOD OPENING TITLES SLOW MOTION. STYLIZED. TIGHT. The silhouette of a man and woman. They are on a blacktop basketball court, playing a sexually-charged game of one-one- one. Sweat glistens. Hands pull at clothes. Hips bump and collide. Eyes lock... FADE TO: BLACK. FADE IN: TITLE CARD: "FIRST QUARTER" then "1981" BALDWIN HILLS EXT. MCCALL HOUSE - LATE MORNING An upper middle-class neighborhood, known as the Black Beverly Hills. Big houses, green grass and Caddies in every other driveway. The street is quiet, until -- YOUNG VOICE (O.S.) You wanna be Kareem? CAMERA REVEALS: QUINCY MCCALL, eleven years old, dribbling a basketball in front of KELVIN and JAMAL, also eleven. He sports a fro, a "Clippers" jersey, and a serious swagger. QUINCY (CONT'D) All his big butt do is stand by the basket. JAMAL Shoot, I'll be blocking your stuff. KELVIN I'm gonna be like Dr. J. QUINCY I'ma be like my Dad. JAMAL He ain't a star or nothing. QUINCY I don't see none of your sorry daddies in the NBA. KELVIN Hey, look, Q. Quincy follows Kelvin's eyes, to a beat-up pair of Converse All-Stars approaching from next door. Walking in the kicks is a YOUNG KID in a T-shirt and Tuff-skins, and a LAKERS cap pulled low. A moving van is parked in the driveway. KELVIN (cont'd) Thought only girls were moving in. QUINCY That's what my Moms said. KELVIN I hope he can ball. JAMAL Bet he's a scrub. The Kid stops at the edge of Quincy's driveway. KID Hey. QUINCY Hey. KID Can I play? QUINCY You nice? KID Yeah, I'm nice. Quincy looks the Kid up and down, then -- QUINCY You and Kelvin gainst me and Jamal. Quincy tosses the Kid the ball. The Kid pulls off the baseball cap. Brown hair tumbles down, framing a soft brown face and bright eyes. She is MONICA WRIGHT, eleven years old. JAMAL Ah man, he is a girl. QUINCY Girls can't play no ball. MONICA Ball better than you. Quincy laughs derisively as Monica walks to the top of the driveway. QUINCY (whispering) What a dog. Monica shoots him a glare. JAMAL She heard you. QUINCY Nuh uh, they could only hear dog whistles. Monica starts to dribble. Jamal whistles as he walks backwards, guarding her. She throws up a shot. IT'S AN AIRBALL. Quincy and Jamal crack up. Kelvin rolls his eyes. Quincy grabs the rebound and shoots. Swish. QUINCY (cont'd) One, zip. He rolls the ball to Monica. She starts dribbling and again, Jamal just backs up with her. She passes to Kelvin. Jamal and Quincy collapse on him, leaving Monica open under the basket. Trapped Kelvin has no choice but to pass it back. Monica catches the ball and throws up a shot. It banks off the backboard...AND DROPS THROUGH THE NET. The boys look at her in shock. Monica tosses the ball back to Quincy. MONICA One, up. QUINCY Lucky. Quincy easily dribbles by Kelvin and lays up the ball. He throws the ball back to Monica. QUINCY (cont'd) Two, one. Monica dribbles. Jamal plays her a little tighter. Monica bounces the ball through his open legs and lays up the ball. MONICA Two, up. Quincy can't believe it. Kelvin cracks up. KELVIN Aaah, she dogged you. JAMAL Shut up. The game continues, with Quincy and Monica trading baskets for their teams. Quincy grows agitated with Jamal, who is unable to stop her. The score hits nine, nine. Quincy stands at the top of the driveway, ball in hand. QUINCY Point. Quincy dribbles through his legs, then pops an outside shot. The ball bounces on the rim...and rolls off. Quincy curses as Monica grabs the rebound and clears the ball. Jamal moves to guard her, but Quincy shoves him off. QUINCY (cont'd) I got her. Quincy defends. Monica smiles back at him. MONICA Told you I was nice. I'm going to be the first girl in the NBA. QUINCY I'ma be in the NBA. You're gonna be my cheerleader. Monica suddenly passes to Kelvin, sprints for the basket. Quincy stumbles, giving her a step. Kelvin throws it back. Quincy knows he's beat as Monica goes for the winning lay-up. In desperation, he swings at her for the hard foul, shoving her off balance. THE BALL FLIES FROM HER HAND AS SHE CRASHES TO THE GROUND, FACE-FIRST. SHE GRABS HER CHEEK. BLOOD SLIPS THROUGH HER FINGERS. The boys stand frozen. Quincy stares down at her, his eyes wide with fear...and regret. INT. WRIGHT HOUSE - BATHROOM - LATE MORNING Monica leans over the sink as her mother, CAMILLE, 36, wipes the blood from her face with a washcloth. GIRL'S VOICE (O.S.) Eeew. Her sister, LENA, 14, leans in the doorway, making a face. She is a mirror of their mother, with relaxed hair and painted nails. Her father, NATHAN, 39, moves behind Lena, holding a box. NATHAN How are you feeling, munchkin? Monica nods. He smiles. NATHAN (cont'd) Yeah, you're through. CAMILLE She needs to stop running around like a little boy. NATHAN She's alright. CAMILLE How is she alright looking the way she does? NATHAN Camille, she'll be fine. He gives Monica a wink, crosses away. Monica pulls the washcloth away from her Mom and starts wiping the blood herself. CAMILLE I'll get some ice. She exits. Lena shakes her head, follows. Monica pulls the washcloth from her face and stares into the mirror. TORN SKIN SURROUNDS A SMALL DEEP GASH IN HER CHEEK. Seeing her latest battle scar, there's only one thing left for this little girl to do. She smiles. INT. MCCALL HOUSE - KITCHEN - DAY Quincy sits at the kitchen table, writing "I AM SORRY" in block letters across a homemade card. His face is tight with concentration as he tries to write in a straight line. At the counter, his mom, NONA, moves a cake from its store box to a cake dish. She is 30, beautiful, with effort. She smooths the frosting with a spoon. ZEKE, 32, with the height and ego of an NBA ballplayer, enters. He laughs. ZEKE Girl, who you trying to fool? Quincy looks up, smiles. He quickly grabs a piece of crumpled paper, and tosses it to Zeke. QUINCY Alley-oop, Dad. Nona intercepts his pass. NONA Boy... She points him back to his card. Quincy scowls, starts writing again. Nona scoops some frosting on her finger, holds it up. NONA (cont'd) New neighbors. Zeke wraps his lips around her finger, sucks the frosting off. ZEKE See, Quincy, this is how your Moms caught me, with the old fake and bake. Had me thinking I was getting a sister who could burn. Nona laughs, pulls him down for a kiss. Quincy suddenly throws down his pencil in frustration. QUINCY I can't do this shit. Zeke and Nona pull away, stare at Quincy in shock. ZEKE Boy, what'd I tell you about using that word? QUINCY (sighs, then) "Can't" should never be in a man's vocabulary. ZEKE Why not? QUINCY Cause when you say can't, you ain't a man. ZEKE That's right. NONA Zeke. ZEKE What? (then) Oh, and, uh, don't say "shit." Nona just shakes her head. NONA We should head over. ZEKE Just you and Quincy, baby. I got a meeting. NONA With who? ZEKE Business folks. NONA You just got back from a four game road trip. ZEKE Nona, don't start bitching. I got maybe two years left to play. I'm just trying to put some things together for us. Zeke grabs his keys. ZEKE (cont'd) Later, Quincy. QUINCY Later, Dad. Zeke exits. Nona leans against the counter, concerned. QUINCY (cont'd) Mom? NONA What? QUINCY We still have to go? NONA (beat) Yeah. INT. WRIGHT HOUSE - LIVING ROOM - DAY Camille and Nona stand among the piles of boxes. Monica and Quincy stand at their mothers' sides, stealing glances at each other. A large bandage covers Monica's cheek. Monica holds her card, Camille holds the cake. NONA ...we moved back here when Quincy was about five, after Zeke was traded. Neighborhood was a little more mixed back then... CAMILLE Until the Black family down the street became the Black family next door. NONA (nods) Okay? Camille tries to smooth down Monica's unruly hair. Monica moves her head. CAMILLE Well, thanks again. This was really nice of you. NONA It was the least we could do. And I love to cook. Quincy looks up at his Mom, surprised. She quickly hugs his face into her stomach. Camille lights up. CAMILLE Oh, me too. I used to cook for my friends' parties and things back in Atlanta. NONA You're a caterer? CAMILLE Well, no, but once Nathan gets settled and the girls get a little older, it's definitely something I want to do. (then) Since you love to cook, maybe it's something we can talk about. Quincy snickers. Nona quickly changes the subject. NONA You know, girl, long as I've lived next door, I've never seen the inside of this house. CAMILLE Really? Well, come on, then. Camille hands Monica the cake. CAMILLE (cont'd) Honey, put this in the kitchen. NONA Help her, Quincy. Camille and Nona head down the hall, leaving Monica and Quincy alone. The two just stand there. Quincy reaches out, scoops a finger of frosting, and pops it in his mouth. Beat, then Monica takes a bigger scoop. QUINCY So...does it hurt? MONICA It's this big hole. You could almost see bone. QUINCY For real? MONICA Uh huh. Quincy is impressed. QUINCY So how come you could play basketball? MONICA I just can. QUINCY I never knew a girl that could play. MONICA My Mom says she doesn't know where I come from 'cause I act different. QUINCY Your Dad play? MONICA He works at a bank. QUINCY My Dad plays for the "Clippers." He says I'ma be a doctor or a lawyer, but I'ma play for them, too. Same number and everything. MONICA I'm going to be number thirty-two, like Magic. QUINCY He's alright, but my Dad can take him. MONICA What was the most points your Daddy ever got in Junior High? QUINCY I don't know. A lot. MONICA One time Magic scored forty-eight points, and they only had six minute quarters and he sat out the whole fourth. QUINCY You do act different. MONICA I don't care. QUINCY Well, if anybody bothers you, you could just tell me cause I run this street. MONICA I'd just tell my sister, Lena. QUINCY She don't know how to box, I bet. My dad showed me how to fight like Ali. He shows off a flurry of punches. MONICA So, I know karate from "Almighty Isis." Monica puts the cake down on a box, does a couple of kicks and hand movements. Quincy is impressed. QUINCY Bet you can't do this though. Quincy does a jump kick. Monica does the same. QUINCY (cont'd) Okay, how bout this? Quincy takes a couple steps back, then does a cartwheel. It looks great, until he crashes into the box with the cake. The cake falls onto his head and shoulder. Monica doubles over, laughing. Quincy is embarrassed. Camille and Nona rush back into the living room. CAMILLE Monica, what did you do? MONICA Nothing. CAMILLE (to Nona) Oh, all that work. NONA It's...it's okay. Can I get a towel? Camille quickly crosses into the kitchen. Quincy stares at the floor. QUINCY Sorry. Nona bends down, whispers in his ear. NONA No. Good boy. INT. WRIGHT HOUSE - MONICA'S ROOM - NIGHT Monica sits between Lena's legs, grimacing, as Lena works a comb through her freshly washed, kinky hair. Monica's head flops like a rag doll. Her eyes are wet. MONICA Ow! Lena keeps tugging. MONICA (cont'd) Ow, Lena!!! Monica punches her in the leg. LENA Ow! Lena yanks Monica's head back as Camille enters, carrying a yellow dress on a hanger. Monica sees it and her face falls. MONICA Ah, Mom. CAMILLE I'm lucky I found it. Someone put your box of dresses under a pile of rags in the garbage. Monica sulks. Lena cackles in her ear. Camille has to laugh. CAMILLE (cont'd) Child, pick up your lip. MONICA I hate it. CAMILLE Fine, you don't like this one, which one would you rather wear? MONICA Pants. Camille rubs her temples, then hangs the dress on the door. CAMILLE (to Lena) When you're done can you make sure she brushes her teeth? LENA Are you okay? CAMILLE I just need to lay down. I've been running around all day. Just then, Nathan enters. He holds up two dress shirts as if it were a matter of life and death. NATHAN Which one for tomorrow? CAMILLE The blue. NATHAN You sure? Camille nods. Nathan looks at both of them, then: NATHAN (cont'd) Can you iron both tonight just in case? CAMILLE (beat) Okay. NATHAN Thanks, sweetheart. He kisses her on the cheek, hands her the two shirts and crosses out. Monica just watches. Beat, then Camile turns back to her daughters. CAMILLE The boy next door is riding with you to school so you'll know somebody your first day. (to Lena) Hurry so she can go to sleep. Monica reacts, surprised. Camille leaves. Lena puts the comb back to Monica's hair. Beat, then: MONICA Make it look nice, kay. INT. MCCALL HOUSE - QUINCY'S ROOM - NIGHT Basketball posters, "Clippers" and USC memorabilia, a basketball globe light. Quincy lays tucked in bed, eyes wide open, listening to his parents MAKING LOVE. The sounds bring a smile to his face. Quincy climbs out of bed, wearing underwear. He moves to his window, sees Monica through her window directly across from his. Her eyes are closed as Lena braids her hair. Quincy kneels down, rests his arms on the window sill, and watches. EXT. MCCALL AND WRIGHT HOUSES - MORNING Quincy sits atop his BMX bike in front of Monica's house. A basketball is tucked under his arm. Monica emerges, walking her banana-seater. She is looking cute in her yellow dress and braids tied with ribbons. A basketball sits in her back basket. Quincy is taken aback, stares at her. QUINCY You wanna be my girl? Monica blinks in surprise. She thinks for a moment. MONICA What do I have to do? QUINCY I guess, you know, we play ball and we ride to school together. And if you get mad at me, I gotta give you flowers. MONICA I don't like flowers. QUINCY Oh. MONICA How bout Twinkies? My mom won't ever buy them. QUINCY Kay. MONICA Okay. An awkward beat between the new couple. Finally -- QUINCY I think we gotta kiss now. MONICA For how long? QUINCY Five seconds. The two glance around, then climb off their bikes and walk to the secluded area between their two houses. QUINCY (cont'd) Ready? Monica nods. They lean in, eyes wide open, and touch lips. Quincy counts to five with his fingers. They pull away, embarrassed, and walk back to the driveway. Monica lifts her bike from the ground and climbs on. QUINCY (cont'd) Wait. Cause you're my girl now you gotta ride my bike. MONICA I want to ride my own bike. QUINCY My Dad always drives my Mom. MONICA So? QUINCY (impatient) So that means I have to ride with you. Monica doesn't move. QUINCY (cont'd) Come on. MONICA I don't have to do what you say. QUINCY Man, forget you then, stupid. MONICA You're stupid. And your Daddy plays for the worst team in the NBA. Quincy's face instantly clouds. QUINCY What? MONICA (laughs) Last time they won, Dr. J. was a nurse. QUINCY Shut up! He shoves her, knocking her off her bike. QUINCY (cont'd) I don't wanna be your boyfriend, you ugly dog! Monica leaps up, her dress now dirty. She shoves him back. MONICA I don't want to be your girlfriend, big head! They grapple, then fall to the ground swinging... FADE TO: BLACK. FOOTAGE. Men's NCAA Finals. Michigan State against Indiana State. Magic Johnson against Larry Bird. Magic drives on Bird, hits a beautiful scoop shot. He celebrates as he jogs back down court... FADE IN: TITLE CARD: "SECOND QUARTER" then "1988" INT. CRENSHAW HIGH SCHOOL GYM - DAY A snarling Black cougar glares down from a large mural. On the court below, a girl's basketball play-off game. The bleachers are almost half-full with a hyped crowd. In the crowd are Monica's parents. Her father is excited and vocal. Her mom reads a book. Also in the stands, the HEAD COACH OF THE TENNESSEE LADY VOLS, PAT SUMMIT. A fine-ass BROTHER leans in the doorway, sporting a letter jacket with an embroidered "Q" on the chest. He gets as much attention as the game. A couple of JUNIOR VARSITY CHEERLEADERS smile his way. CHEERLEADERS "U", "G", "L", "Y", you ain't got no alibi, you ugly, yeah, yeah, you ugly. "M", "A", "M", "A", how you think you got that way, your Mama, yeah, yeah, your Mama. On the floor, MONICA, dribbles down court. Just EIGHTEEN, her athletic figure has a few curves, but her loose jersey does little to show it off. Her hair is a mess and her knees are dark with bruises. A small scar is visible on her cheek. She whips a no-look, around the back pass to a cutting TEAMMATE under the basket, who scores. The crowd cheers. Monica defends the opposing point guard like a gnat. She knocks the ball loose and grabs it up. She goes for a lay-up and the opposing guard steps in front of her. Monica crashes into her, knocking both to the floor. A WHISTLE. REFEREE No basket! Offensive foul, number thirty- two. Monica leaps up. MONICA What? She wasn't set! The referee ignores her. MONICA (cont'd) She was still moving! From the sideline, COACH HISERMAN waves frantically. COACH HISERMAN Monica! Let it go! Monica stares down the ref as she jogs back on defense. The opposing guard drives the lane and puts up a shot. Monica leaps and blocks it with a taunting scream. A WHISTLE. REFEREE Technical foul! Number thirty-two. Coach Hiserman slams down his clipboard. Monica charges the referee. A teammate grabs at her but she pushes her off. MONICA For what? REFEREE Taunting. MONICA Taunting?! COACH HISERMAN Sub! MONICA Man, you suck! The referee whips back around, whistle in mouth. Coach Hiserman grabs her arm and pulls her off the court. COACH HISERMAN Sit down and shut up. Monica slams down in a chair, sweat pouring, hands clenched. Her mom watches from the stands, completely embarrassed. The brother in the doorway turns, leaves. Monica looks up at the clock. SIX MINUTES LEFT IN THE THIRD QUARTER. DISSOLVE TO: INT. CRENSHAW HIGH SCHOOL GYM - LATE DAY Monica, still benched, sits slumped in her chair, her sweats on, her face dry. She glances up at the clock. TWENTY SECONDS LEFT IN THE FOURTH QUARTER. Her team's up by SIX. Her teammates dribble out the clock. The BUZZER SOUNDS and they dance across the floor. Monica looks up in the stands. COACH SUMMIT IS GONE. INT. WRIGHT HOUSE - KITCHEN - DUSK Camille, now forty-three, stands at the stove stirring a pot of gumbo. Lena, 21, and pretty, stands next to her, holding a handful of plates and silverware. CAMILLE ...and if you want a thicker base, you can cut in a potato or just use a little flour. LENA But you use potato? Camille nods as they cross into: INT. DINING ROOM - CONTINUOUS At the table, Monica is in mid-conversation with her dad. Camille and Lena start setting the table. MONICA Dad, you have to talk to Coach for me. NATHAN And what am I supposed to say to the man? MONICA The coach from Tennessee was there and he has me riding the bench. NATHAN You lost your head. MONICA I was just showing emotion. CAMILLE So that means it's alright for you to act like that? LENA (to Monica) What'd you do? MONICA (dismissive) nothing. CAMILLE I don't know why I keep hoping you'll grow out of this tomboy thing. MONICA I won't. I'm a lesbian. Lena chokes on her drink, cracks up. CAMILLE That's not funny MONICA Well, that's what you think, isn't it? Cause I'd rather wear a jersey than an apron... CAMILLE Watch your mouth. Nathan quickly jumps in, tries to clean things up. NATHAN Monica, I think her point is...maybe it's time to start thinking about other things besides basketball. MONICA (taken aback) What? NATHAN You only have one game left and you haven't been recruited. Munchkin, I wanted it as bad as you did, but we have to face reality. MONICA The coach from USC is going to be at the championship. NATHAN I know. But chances are... MONICA Chances are there's still a chance. Nathan nods. She can always soften her dad, but not her mom. CAMILLE If you'd just listen for once, you'd realize you have a lot more going for yourself. You're smart, you'd be pretty if you put a comb to your head. I mean, why walk around with your hair looking like "whodunit"...? As her mom nags on, Monica looks out the window. OUTSIDE, QUINCY and a GIRL lean against a car parked at the curb, slobbing each other down. Just shy of 18, with a magnetic face and muscular body, he is a brother who drank his chocolate milk. HE IS ALSO THE BROTHER WHO WAS WATCHING MONICA'S GAME FROM THE GYM DOORWAY. Monica watches and her mom's droning voice disappears... EXT. MCCALL HOUSE - SAME TIME FELICIA, 17, can't get enough of Quincy's lips. QUINCY Yo, Felicia, I gotta get to my game. She keeps kissing him. QUINCY (cont'd) And my mom's about to be home. FELICIA So I'm not good enough to meet your mom? QUINCY Girl, she knew I had a hottie like you up inhere, she'd beat the black off me. FELICIA (kissing him again) That's a lot of beating. She finally lets go, and slides into her car. Quincy watches her go with a cocky-ass smile. INT. CRENSHAW HIGH SCHOOL GYM - NIGHT A frenzied crowd from floor to ceiling watches Quincy explode across the court. He is the complete point guard - hitting from the outside, driving to the hoop, no-look passes, playing tight D.' His father, Zeke, now 39, stands on the sideline. His muscle has softened a little over the last five years of retirement. Monica sits alone in the bottom row, holding a basketball. She wears jeans and a T-shirt and her hair is pulled back in a simple pony-tail. Quincy does a killer cross-over move and his Defender falls down. He lays up the ball, then taunts the player he just poster-ized. Behind Monica, TWO GIRLS smack each other excitedly. One of them, SHAWNEE, 17, pretty, big chest, slides down into the empty seat next to her. SHAWNEE Hey, girl. MONICA Hey. SHAWNEE Your hair looks so cute like that. Monica knows she's full of shit, doesn't respond. SHAWNEE (cont'd) So...you know who Q's asking to the Spring Dance? MONICA No. SHAWNEE C'mon, girl, you live next door. Who's been creeping? MONICA There's so many I just can't keep track. SHAWNEE Well, can you give him this for me? Shawnee holds out a folded note. Monica doesn't take it. MONICA Give it yourself. SHAWNEE I don't wanna look fast. (drops it in Monica's lap) Thanks, girl. She slides back to her seat. Monica shakes her head, turns back to the game. Quincy dives for a loose ball. Shawnee clutches her friend. SHAWNEE (cont'd) Good Lord, look at that ass. I just want to lick the sweat off it. Monica takes in his tight body. He does look good. Quincy jogs back down court and flashbulbs go off... MATCH CUT TO: INT. CRENSHAW HIGH SCHOOL GYM - NIGHT Flashbulbs. Quincy stands with his dad, his sweat still fresh, talking to a reporter named JIM. JIM Quincy, word has it you might make the jump the NBA. ZEKE Don't go starting rumors, Jim. My son's college bound with or without basketball. JIM You could make a career by telling me where. ZEKE Gotta wait til the press conference. JIM But you'd love for him to play at USC, like you did. ZEKE I'd love for him to get a good education. (then) That's it. Jim crosses away. Zeke puts an affectionate arm around his son as they walk toward the locker room. ZEKE (cont'd) We should have another talk with Coach Carril at Princeton. QUINCY Pop, there's no way an Ivy League Team is going all the way. ZEKE I don't care about the team. I care about the school. QUINCY Didn't we already have this conversation? Zeke sighs, then: ZEKE You played good. I was proud of you. Quincy smiles wide. QUINCY Yeah? (then) So you up for a game later? ZEKE I don't wanna hurt your feelings. QUINCY You don't wanna hurt your back. ZEKE (smiles) Anyway, I gotta get to this meeting. Tell your Mom I'm gonna be late. QUINCY You work too hard, Pop. ZEKE Let's hope I can say the same about you one day. Quincy watches his dad move toward the doors, stopping once to give an autograph. Zeke passes Monica, entering. MONICA Hey, Mr. M. ZEKE Hey, Miss Baller. He exits. Monica approaches Quincy. MONICA Way to hoop. QUINCY I know this. What do you want? MONICA A ride home. QUINCY Your legs don't look broke. MONICA Look, big head, I'll be at your car. QUINCY Guess "please" would be a stretch. MONICA (dryly) Please. INT. QUINCY'S JEEP - NIGHT Silence as Quincy wheels his Jeep Wrangler toward home. Monica sits in the passenger seat, basketball in lap. She pulls Shawnee's note from her pocket. Quincy glances it over. QUINCY What's that? MONICA Some note Shawnee Easton told me to give to you. QUINCY (thinks) Big-ass titties? Monica shoots him a disgusted look. Quincy reaches out. QUINCY (cont'd) Give it here. Monica leans away, reads aloud. MONICA "Q. I think you are so fine and I've been wanting to get with you. Let me take you to the Spring Dance and I promise I'll leave you satisfied." Monica laughs in disbelief. MONICA (cont'd) What a ho. QUINCY Why she gotta be a ho, just cause she wants to get with me. MONICA She's a ho cause she's sending her coochie through the mail. QUINCY And? MONICA And? She's not saying, "I think you're a nice guy and I wanna get to know you better," she's saying, "I wanna bone." QUINCY So she's honest. MONICA Yeah, an honest tramp-ass ho. But I guess you'll stick your dick in anything. QUINCY Didn't know you cared so much. MONICA I don't. QUINCY So who you going to the dance with, Spalding? MONICA Who's Spalding? Quincy looks down at the SPALDING BASKETBALL in her lap and cracks up. Monica glares. MONICA (cont'd) Fuck you, Quincy. QUINCY See, that's why you ain't getting recruited. MONICA Who said I'm not getting recruited? QUINCY Your hot-ass temper. Monica points to the scar on her cheek. MONICA I'm not the one who put this scar here. QUINCY God, here we go. MONICA When we were eleven years old cause he was about to lose. Quincy turns, faces her. QUINCY That's it, give it your best shot. MONICA Would you watch the damn road? QUINCY I mean it, give it your best shot, cause I'm tired of you holding that over my head. MONICA I'm warning you, don't tempt me. QUINCY I'm warning you. You don't stall that bad attitude, no one's gonna recruit you. Quincy pulls his Jeep into his driveway. MONICA Please, you jump in some guy's face, talk smack and you get a pat on your ass. But because I'm a female, I get told to calm down and act like a "lady". I'm a ballplayer, okay. A ball player. QUINCY With a jacked-up attitude. MONICA Didn't know you cared so much. QUINCY I don't. MONICA Good. Monica slams out of the Jeep and walks across the lawn to her house. Quincy exits his ride. INT. MCCALL HOUSE - ENTRY WAY - SHORT TIME LATER Quincy steps inside, drops his bag on the floor. His mom, Nona, approaches from the dining room. QUINCY What's up, Moms. Nona holds up a large hoop earring. NONA What is this? QUINCY Uh, your earring? NONA I look like some hoochie to you? I found it on your floor. QUINCY What are you doing in my room? Quincy crosses into: INT. KITCHEN - CONTINUOUS Nona follows. Quincy pulls open the fridge, grabs a couple of slices of cold pizza. NONA Quincy, I told you about these fat-ass girls. QUINCY We were just studying. NONA I'm not playing with you, these girls are looking to get you caught. They see you, they see dollar signs. QUINCY Okay. NONA You hearing me? QUINCY I've been hearing you. Nona eyes her son, then lets up. She gives him a kiss. NONA How was your game? QUINCY Twenty-seven points, eleven assists and still undefeated. NONA Still the man. QUINCY Yup. Nona smiles, starts back the kitchen. NONA Where's your dad? QUINCY Said he'd be home later. NONA Later when? QUINCY I don't know, he had a meeting or something. Quincy exits to his room. INT. MCCALL HOUSE - ZEKE AND NONA'S ROOM - LATE NIGHT Nona angrily rolls her hair as Zeke undresses. ZEKE I had some players to see and hands to shake. NONA At one in the morning? ZEKE I'm not gonna get anywhere punching a clock just so my wife doesn't get an attitude. NONA I came second to the NBA. I'm not about to come second to this bullshit scouting job. Zeke looks at her, offended. NONA (cont'd) I didn't mean it like that. ZEKE Yeah. NONA I'm just saying it'd be nice if you found time for your family. You should see the tramps coming after Quincy. If you don't talk to him... ZEKE I have. A beat. NONA You said you'd think about going back to get your degree. ZEKE No, you said I should get my degree. I like my "bullshit" job, okay, and it's gonna lead to a spot in the front office. Til then, don't worry, there's just enough savings to keep your ass in Gucci and gold. Livid, Nona pulls off her gold bracelet, throws it at him. NONA Fine, then how many nights home is that? ZEKE Keep your voice down. She grabs a pair of gold earrings from her jewelry box, nails him. NONA How about now? I got a week yet? INT. MCCALL HOUSE - QUINCY'S ROOM - CONTINUOUS Quincy lies in bed, staring at the ceiling, as his parents continue to have it out. He rolls out of bed, pulls on a pair of shorts and a T-shirt. He moves to his window, pulls it open and climbs out... EXT. MCCALL AND WRIGHT HOUSES - CONTINUOUS Quincy crosses the grass to Monica's window, knocks quietly. Long beat, then Monica sleepily stumbles to her window, wearing boxers and a tank top. She pushes it open and Quincy pulls himself through... INT. WRIGHT HOUSE - MONICA'S ROOM - CONTINUOUS Now a routine, Monica tosses Quincy one of her pillows and blankets, then crawls back into bed. He lays out on the floor and closes his eyes. Monica casts a long, sleepy glance at him, then drifts back to sleep. DISSOLVE TO: INT. WRIGHT HOUSE - MONICA'S ROOM - LATE DAY Posters of Magic line three walls. A hand-made collage of female college and Olympic ball-players fills the fourth. The only real "soft" touch is the teddy bear laying on the pillow. Monica sits on the floor between Lena's legs, as Lena puts Monica's hair in cornrows. LENA That too tight? MONICA No. LENA Mom's going to hate it. MONICA Always on my ass, anyway. LENA Like you don't give her a hard time. MONICA Just cause I don't kiss her booty like you... Lena yanks Monica's head back. MONICA (cont'd) Ow!!! LENA You need to. She's alone in this house all day, taking care of Dad and your ungrateful behind. MONICA No one's forcing her. LENA Just try and chill a little bit, alright. Monica doesn't answer. Lena yanks her head back again. MONICA Ow!!! Okay! They crack up. LENA So what's going on with the Spring Dance? You have a date yet? MONICA (sarcastically) Yeah, brothers are lined up at my locker. LENA I found you someone. MONICA Found? I'm not some charity case. LENA I know... MONICA Mom tell you to do this? LENA No. MONICA Damn, Lena... (then) Who is he? LENA This brother from my college. MONICA He's in college? LENA And he's fine, girl. MONICA How'd you get him to say yes? LENA I told him you looked like me. MONICA Oh, great. LENA You do. MONICA Yeah, right. LENA If you were tore up I would not be claiming you. Trust. Monica is not convinced. LENA (cont'd) We'll do something cute with your hair, get you a dress, get you some heels... MONICA I don't know how to walk in heels. LENA Hey. You just worry about playing your behind off for that recruiter tonight. Let me worry about your date. Lena starts to braid Monica's hair again. Beat, then... MONICA You ever been in love? LENA Too many times. MONICA They ever love you back? LENA Yeah, once I cut them off. Why? Monica just shrugs. Lena continues braiding. EXT. MCCALL HOUSE - DRIVEWAY - LATE DAY Quincy and Zeke sweat through a playfully intense game of one- on-one. Quincy almost breaks Zeke's ankles with a cross-over dribble, and leaves him in the dust. He stops under the basket, waves for his Dad to come on before laying it up. Zeke smiles, tells Quincy to bring that shit on again. Quincy tries his cross-over again and this time Zeke picks him clean. Zeke taunts him as he easily backs in on him to the basket. INT. WRIGHT HOUSE - KITCHEN - DUSK Camille stands at the stove, cooking up some yams. Monica enters with a gym bag over her shoulder, dribbling her ball. THE HOOD OF HER SWEATSHIRT COVERS HER HAIR. CAMILLE Monica, please. Monica stops. MONICA Sorry. (then) I'm leaving. Camille fills a spoon from the pot, holds it out. CAMILLE Taste this. MONICA I can't eat before a game. CAMILLE Child, take a bite. Monica sighs, takes a bite. It's good. CAMILLE (cont'd) I found some apricot chutney and mixed it with the yams. MONICA You really should be a caterer or something like you used to say. CAMILLE Sure. In between all the other things I have to do. She pulls off Monica's hood, then stops when she sees her braids. Monica looks back defiantly. MONICA What? CAMILLE Nothing. So good luck. She forces a smile, turns back to her cooking. Monica just nods, and crosses out. INT. CRENSHAW HIGH SCHOOL GYM - NIGHT The championship game. The bleachers are almost filled. Nathan and Lena sit, dead center. ALSO IN ATTENDANCE, COACH CHERYL MILLER - THE COACH OF USC. Quincy sits in the back row with a couple of teammates. As always, he's the focus of much attention. Monica and her teammates are crouched in a tight huddle, surrounding Coach Hiserman. COACH HISERMAN I don't have to tell you girls how big this game is. We worked too damn hard all season to leave without this championship. So let's play smart... (looks at Monica) ...let's play in control, and let's kick some butt. Cougars on three. Once...two...three. TEAM Cougars! As Monica moves to center court, she glances up at the USC Coach, then at Quincy. Monica takes a deep breath as she lines up for the opening tip. An opposing player suddenly bumps her out of position. Monica glares at her, but just moves over. The ball is tossed up... SMASH CUT TO: INT. CRENSHAW GYM - NIGHT Fourth quarter. One minute left. Cougars down three. Monica dribbles down court, bouncing with confidence as her opponent plays her tight. Monica zips a no-look pass to a teammate, who lays it up. Quincy punches one of his friends - "Oh shit!" She is having the game of her life. On the defensive end, Monica steals the ball. She drives the length of the court, lays it up between two defenders. The crowd is hyped. Twenty seconds left, up by one. Monica hounds the opposing guard as she brings up the ball. Monica suddenly reaches in and knocks the ball loose. As she goes for the ball, a WHISTLE. REFEREE Reaching in, number thirty-two. One-and- one. Boos fill the gym. Monica's eyes widen. MONICA No! Anger rushes through her as she starts for the ref. MONICA (cont'd) That's bullsh--! COACH HISERMAN Monica! Monica catches herself, turns the word "shit" into a frustrated yell as she quickly moves away from the ref. Monica lines up for the free-throw, clenching her fists. The girl hits the first one. Then, she hits the second. With ten seconds left, down by one, Monica drives down court and throws up a prayer. EVERYONE IS ON THEIR FEET AS THE BALL SPINS AROUND THE RIM. AND THEN...IT POPS OUT. An opposing player grabs the rebound and Monica has no choice but to foul her. Monica has just fouled out. She walks to her bench and drops down. She buries her face in a towel and sobs. The buzzer goes off. Cougars lose. Quincy stares at Monica, feeling almost as bad as she does. DISSOLVE TO: INT. WRIGHT HOUSE - MONICA'S ROOM - NIGHT Monica sits slumped on her bed in a bathrobe, as Lena stands in front of her, putting the finishing touches on Monica's make-up. LENA Might help if you didn't look so evil. MONICA I don't even want to go. She steps back, looks at her work. LENA Mom! Beat, then Camille enters. LENA (cont'd) Talk to me. Camille stares at her daughter, taken aback by how great she looks. CAMILLE Go in my top drawer and get my pearls. Lena exits. Monica still looks miserable. CAMILLE (cont'd) You okay? Monica shrugs. CAMILLE (cont'd) Well, can you promise me one thing? MONICA What? CAMILLE Tonight, don't worry about yesterday's game, the recruiters, or anything else. I just want you to enjoy being beautiful. Will you do that? Monica takes this in as Lena returns with Camille's pearls. LENA Here. Camille puts them around Monica's neck. Monica looks back at her. MONICA You really think I look beautiful? Camille smiles at her daughter, nods. Monica touches the pearls. INT. CRENSHAW GYM - NIGHT An R&B song jams through the speakers, filling the dance floor with high school kids in suits and dresses. In the middle of the floor, Quincy gets his groove on with his date, Shawnee. She dances so provocatively, there is no mistaking what she has in mind for later. Over at the doors, Monica enters with her college date, JASON, 21, and fine. Heads turn in surprise. Monica feels the stares, shifts nervously. JASON Can I take your coat? MONICA You're cold? Monica starts to pull it off. JASON No, I mean I can check it for you. MONICA (embarrassed) Oh, sorry. Jason pulls off her coat, revealing a dress that shows off everything Monica has been hiding. He checks out her frame, smiles. JASON Your sister wasn't lying. He crosses to the coat check, leaving her alone. ANGLE ON Quincy, who glances over from the middle of the dance floor, and abruptly stops. He stares at Monica in shock. QUINCY Oh...shit. Quincy starts off the floor as a new song kicks in. SHAWNEE Q, I like this song... ANGLE ON Monica, sees Quincy approaching in his suit. She quickly steadies herself on her heels, brushes a curl from her face. QUINCY See you made it. MONICA Yeah. QUINCY You don't look half-bad. MONICA You either. Jason returns. Quincy looks at him, surprised. JASON What's up, Black. I'm Jason. QUINCY Q. Shawnee suddenly steps up, slides her arms around Quincy. SHAWNEE Dang, girl, I didn't know Nike made dresses. Monica looks at Shawnee, wrapped around Quincy. She can't believe it. MONICA Guess we'll see you later. Monica heads into the crowd with her college man. Quincy watches her go. INT. CRENSHAW HIGH SCHOOL GYM - LATER Monica sits at a table with Jason. His arm lays casually across the back of her chair. Monica sits upright, stiff. JASON So, you like school? Monica smiles nervously, nods. JASON (cont'd) Yeah, high school was cool. I don't remember sisters being as fine as you, though. Monica just holds that nervous smile. JASON (cont'd) So what do you like studying? MONICA Gym. He waits for more, but nothing comes. JASON I'm an English major. You like English? MONICA Sort of. JASON Careful. MONICA Huh? JASON That was two words. Monica ducks her head, embarrassed. Jason laughs. JASON (cont'd) Girl, how come you're so stressed? MONICA Sorry. JASON I mean, I'm having a good time with you... His arm slides off the back of her chair and onto her shoulders. JASON (cont'd) So tell me what I have to do to make you have a good time with me. MONICA My mouth is kinda dry. JASON Then I'll get you some punch. He stands, then. JASON (cont'd) Just don't jet while I'm gone and leave a glass slipper behind. Monica's face lights up. Jason smiles. JASON (cont'd) There we go. He crosses away to the refreshment table. Monica smiles wider, leans back in her chair with her legs splayed. She catches herself and quickly crosses them. A couple of guys pass by and check her out. Monica smiles wider. Quincy steps up, holding two cups of punch. QUINCY Hey. MONICA Hey. QUINCY You having fun? MONICA Yeah. QUINCY Yeah, the DJ's kinda whack, though. (beat) So who is this clown? MONICA He ain't Spalding. QUINCY Guess not. MONICA So you took Shawnee, huh? The DJ puts on "Make It Last Forever" by Keith Sweat. Couples move to the dance floor. QUINCY (embarrassed) You know, it was late and she asked... JASON You want to dance? Jason stands behind her chair. Monica smiles shyly. MONICA Sure. Jason puts down her cup of punch, takes her hand, leads her to the dance floor. Quincy just shakes his head, then crosses to his table, grabs Shawnee's hand. QUINCY C'mon. He pulls Shawnee to the middle of the floor. ANGLE ON Monica, nervous at first, a little awkward, but Jason gently guides her in a slow circle and she starts to relax. Jason moves his hands down Monica's back, pulling her in closer. Shawnee snuggles into Quincy's chest, runs her hands down his neck. The heat from bodies grows. Monica and Quincy glance up at the same time and catch each other's eyes. They start to look away but find they can't. Eyes locked as they dance, they move together, almost feel each other. Finally, as their bodies turn, they lose sight. Monica puts her head to Jason's chest, Quincy slides his hands lower down Shawnee's back. The music continues... INT. JASON'S CAR - NIGHT Jason and Monica are parked up on Mulholland Drive. LL Cool J's "I Need Love" plays on the tape deck. Jason has his arm around Monica, ready to make his move. MONICA (rattling) Freshman year, my free throw percentage was fifty-one percent, cause I was shooting it like a jump shot. Jason leans in, kisses her bare shoulder. MONICA (cont'd) Um...but then sophomore year I was shooting seventy-five percent from the line. Jason kisses her neck. MONICA (cont'd) ...uh, by keeping my feet set and really following through. Jason goes in for the slam dunk. Kisses Monica on the lips. It's the first time she's really been kissed. Jason pulls away, smiles. JASON That was nice. MONICA Uh-huh. JASON Your sister told me hands off, but I can't help myself... Jason leans in. Monica closes her eyes, and they kiss some more. Monica tries to follow his practiced lips. Jason's tongue slides in and their bodies slide down. His hand moves across her breast. Monica's eyes pop open. MONICA Wait... JASON Shh. It's okay. Naive and inexperienced, Monica shuts her eyes tight. DISSOLVE TO: E WRIGHT HOUSE -NIGHT Jason's car pulls off, Monica slowly moves to her front door. She looks in the living room window. Her mom is asleep in a chair, trying to wait up. Monica catches her reflection in the window. She glares at her made-up face, then wipes at her mouth with her hand. She steps back , walks to her bedroom window. She pulls it open, kicks off her heels and climbs through. INT. WRIGHT HOUSE - MONICA'S ROOM - CONTINUOUS Monica moves to her bed and drops down. She sits motionless for a beat, then suddenly feels something beneath her. She reaches for it. IT'S A LETTER FROM THE USC ATHLETIC DEPARTMENT. Monica stares at it in her hands... Light suddenly cuts through the darkness. Monica turns and is surprised to see Quincy standing in the middle of his room, pulling off his jacket. Monica moves to her window, pulls it open. MONICA Psst. Quincy looks over. Beat. Then he climbs out of his window, drops down. EXT. WRIGHT AND MCCALL HOUSES - CONTINUOUS MONICA Early night for you, isn't it? QUINCY I was about to ask you the same thing, going out with a college boy and all. Monica doesn't respond. QUINCY (cont'd) So where'd you go after? MONICA (beat) Mulholland Drive. QUINCY Figures. MONICA So what dead-end street did you and Shawnee hit? QUINCY None of your business. MONICA Well, I'm sure she kept her word and left you satisfied. QUINCY That what you think? Monica shrugs. QUINCY (cont'd) Little after you left, I told Shawnee it was time to go and I drove her ass straight home. And after she told me I was the dumbest brother in the world, I took off. MONICA Why? QUINCY Cause I don't just stick my dick in anything. Monica takes this in. MONICA I was sitting in Jason's ride with him kissing on me and feeling on me and it was really bugging me cause I couldn't remember how many offensive boards I had in the championship. And then I guess she got tired of me sort of accidentally kneeing him in the balls. Beat, then Quincy cracks up. Monica laughs with him. QUINCY Four. MONICA What? QUINCY You had four offensive rebounds. Monica stares at him, surprised. She thinks. MONICA Hold up for a second. Monica disappears back inside. Beat, then she re-appears. She climbs out her window, drops down. Quincy looks at her. She holds out the envelope from USC. QUINCY When'd you get this? MONICA It was on my bed when I came in. (then) Can you just...? QUINCY (beat) You sure? Monica nods. Quincy takes the envelope, sits down on the grass. Monica sits down beside him. He tears open the envelope and pulls out the letter. Monica stares at him as he reads, trying to see an answer in his face. Quincy finally looks up. Expressionless. QUINCY (cont'd) Damn girl... Monica's face falls. And then, a slow smile spreads across Quincy's face. QUINCY (cont'd) They want you. Monica grabs the letter, reads. Her head just drops as a tidal wave of relief washes over her. Quincy smiles. QUINCY (cont'd) Congratulations. Monica looks up, cheesing. QUINCY (cont'd) I'm gonna be there, too. I'm announcing tomorrow. MONICA I knew it. Monica can't contain her excitement. Without thinking, she gives Quincy a kiss. They pull away, then break into nervous laughter. QUINCY What was that about? MONICA I know, right? But they both want more. They lean in, kiss deeply. They fall back on the grass. And kiss. And kiss. Suddenly, Monica pulls away, sits up. Quincy follows, instantly apologetic. Monica stares at him, then to his surprise, she reaches over, gives his shirt a small tug with her finger. Quincy stares at her, then slowly pulls off his tie. He nervously unbuttons his shirt. He fumbles with the last two buttons. Monica slowly pulls down the straps of her dress, self- conscious. Quincy can't keep his eyes off her. He pulls off his pants. Monica glances down and her eyes widen. She looks scared to death. Quincy smiles softly, leans in and gently kisses her. She relaxes. They lay down. Quincy reaches into his pants for a condom. His hands shake as he puts it on. They stare at each other as he moves on top of her. Quincy pushes inside her. She flinches back in pain. Quincy immediately stops as tears spring to her eyes. QUINCY (softly) You want to stop? Monica shakes her head. Quincy pushes inside again. He looks down at her with tenderness, moves gently, kisses her tears... FADE TO BLACK. FADE IN: FOOTAGE. 1988-89 NBA Finals. Game SEVEN. The Lakers against the Pistons. With seconds left, up by three, Magic guards Isiah Thomas. They collide, no foul is called and the Lakers win their second championship. FADE IN: TITLE CARD: "THIRD QUARTER" INT. USC - CAMPUS GYM - MORNING Championship banners hang from the ceiling. TWELVE YOUNG WOMEN sit on the first two rows of bleachers. The eight upperclassmen kick back in the second row, comfortable, confident. Monica and the three other freshmen sit in front of them, jiggling nervously. COACH MILLER stands in front of the team. COACH MILLER I don't know some of you very well yet, and you don't know me because I'm still being nice to you. Laughter from the upperclassmen. COACH MILLER (cont'd) But my philosophy is simple. Hard work and sacrifice. There's a lot of basketball history and pride here at USC, but just putting on the cardinal and gold doesn't make you a great player. Hard work and sacrifice makes you a great player. What you were doesn't matter anymore. For the first time in your life, you won't be the best. You'll be going up against women that are bigger and stronger and better than you ever imagined. So the question is, how will you respond? Well, your answer better be hard work and sacrifice because that's the only way you're gonna make it through. Vince Lombardi preached it and I teach it, "There is only one way to succeed at anything and that is to give everything." Coach Miller pauses a moment to let her words sink in. Monica glances at her fellow freshman for their reactions. Like her, a lot of cockiness, a lot of fear. COACH MILLER (cont'd) A few simple rules. Eleven o'clock curfew, no exceptions. Always be on time, no exceptions. Attend every class, no exceptions. No drugs, no alcohol, no getting pregnant. And finally, respect yourselves, respect your coaches and respect your teammates, right Sidra? SIDRA, senior point guard, nods from the second row. SIDRA That's right, Coach. COACH MILLER By the end of this year some of you will hate me... The upperclassmen crack up. COACH MILLER (cont'd) Some of you will want to go home... UPPERCLASSMEN (cat-calling) Cree! CREE, junior forward, ducks her head sheepishly. Coach Miller smiles. COACH MILLER But I guarantee you, if you work hard and sacrifice, all of you will be better basketball players and better people. Monica nods, accepting the challenge. EXT. TRACK - EARLY MORNING It's cold, it's dark. It's six a.m. The team pounds down the track, pushing through a two-mile run. Monica and her freshman teammate/roommate SHAYLA, 18, breathe heavily from the back of the pack. From the sideline. COACH MILLER Let's go, freshmen, you're getting spanked! Monica sucks it up, runs faster. She reaches the middle of the pack, then runs out of gas. She drops back to the rear. COACH MILLER (cont'd) Monica, I'm putting you on my Wizard of Oz team. No brains, no courage and no heart! INT. CAMPUS GYM - MORNING Defensive drills. One by one, players crouch low and move backwards down the sideline. ZVETTE, a junior guard, hustles through the drill. COACH MILLER Way to work, Zvette. Monica starts the drill. COACH MILLER (cont'd) Get lower, Monica, move your feet. Monica grimaces as she squats lower. COACH MILLER (cont'd) I said lower! Coach Miller stops her, squats down low beside her. COACH MILLER (cont'd) This is low, got it? Offense sells tickets, defense wins games! Monica starts again. INT. CAMPUS GYM - MORNING The team stands along the baseline. Monica stands right below the free throw line. TONI, 6'4", 200 pound senior, drives the lane. Monica steps in front of her, and is slammed to the floor. She lays still for a moment, stunned by the impact. Laughter from the baseline. SIDRA Dag, you took her out, T. Teammates SANDRA and LISA crack up. SANDRA I think she just said "Mommy." LISA No, she said "mammary." COACH MILLER Monica, you trying to tell me you can't take a little challenge? Monica crawls to her feet. MONICA I can take it. COACH MILLER This time get your feet set. Monica moves back into position. Toni drives at her again. Monica steps in front of her, braces herself. Toni slams into her and she hits the floor. Monica blinks back the pain as she pops back up. COACH MILLER (cont'd) Next! Monica wobbles back to the sideline. INT. WEIGHT ROOM - LATE DAY The team is spread out, lifting weights. Monica lies on a weight bench, her arms shaking as she struggles to bench press fifty-pounds. Sidra stands behind her, spotting. SIDRA You got it, c'mon, lift! Monica lifts it with Sidra's help. SIDRA (cont'd) That's it. MONICA Coach hates me, doesn't she? SIDRA She hates all freshmen. Monica scowls, discouraged. MONICA What's up with that? SIDRA Hey, don't take it personal. And don't think just cause we play the same position we have to compete with each other. We're teammates, okay? MONICA Thanks, Sidra. SIDRA Besides. I've been starting point the last two years. Ain't no way some dumb- ass freshman is taking my spot. Sidra walks off, leaving Monica with the bar on her chest. Finally, she has to drop the weight to the floor. EXT. USC CAMPUS - LATE MORNING Monica and Quincy walk to class, his arm draped casually across her shoulders. Quincy gets looks and smiles. Monica just looks exhausted. MONICA You finish the reading for E-con? QUINCY Yeah. MONICA What'd it say? QUINCY Basically broke down how I'm gonna make mad loot in the NBA, me being such a limited commodity and all. MONICA Whatever, big head. Quincy laughs. TWO GIRLS pass by, smile. GIRL #1 Hey, Q-man, you gonna take us to the Final Four? QUINCY We'll see. GIRL #2 We'll be watching. The girls continue on. Monica looks at Quincy. QUINCY What? MONICA You do see me standing here, right? QUINCY I can't be nice to a fan? MONICA Fine, Quincy. QUINCY I can't help girls coming up to me. MONICA I said fine. Quincy looks at her sulking. He suddenly pulls her down onto the nearby lawn, and cradles her. QUINCY It's okay, little baby. MONICA (struggling) Quit. Quincy grips her tighter, rocks her. Students pass by, laugh. QUINCY Shhh. Daddy's here. Monica finally cracks up. MONICA You're such a punk. He gives her a kiss. QUINCY All these girls...you're the only one I know who's for real. Monica smiles, kisses him back. MONICA Always. INT. CAMPUS GYM - MORNING A heated scrimmage between the women's "A" team (the starting five) and "B" team (five who want to be starting). Monica runs point for the "B" team, playing opposite Sidra. Sidra is all over Monica, slipping in cheap shots, but Monica starts to come on. She does a quick cross-over and loses Sidra. She dishes off to Shayla, who scores. COACH MILLER Sidra! You feel like playing any "D"? Sidra scowls as she runs down court. She gets a pass in the corner, tires to make a move but Monica slaps the ball loose. Monica grabs it, drives to the three-point line, puts up the shot. SWISH! Monica stays posed, with her arm up. Sidra takes advantage, sprints back down court. She get the long pass, lays it up. Coach Miller blows her whistle. COACH MILLER (cont'd) Monica! Get over here. Monica jogs over, sheepish. COACH MILLER (cont'd) While you're so busy posing, your man just scored! Monica drops her head. COACH MILLER (cont'd) Show me again. MONICA What? COACH MILLER You love to pose so much, let's see it again. Beat, then Monica holds up her arm like she just shot the ball. Snickers from her teammates. COACH MILLER (cont'd) I want you to stand like that for the rest of practice. MONICA Coach... COACH MILLER I want you to stand like that until you're sick of it because I don't ever want to see it again, you hear me? (then) Dora, take her spot. DORA, freshman, jogs onto the court. Coach Miller blows her whistle and the scrimmage resumes. Monica stands alone on the sideline, posing, and feeling like an asshole. INT. LOCKER ROOM - LATE MORNING Monica sits on the bench in front of her locker, dressing after the shower. Shayla sits next to her. Nearby, Lisa and Sandra apply make-up in the mirror. Zvette passes by, already dressed. Lisa turns. LISA Z, I know you're gonna shower first. ZVETTE I don't smell bad. SANDRA And you wonder why your ass sits alone on the bus. Cree glances over from another sink, as she snaps the chain on her CROSS NECKLACE. CREE You guys curse too much. SANDRA Since when is "ass" a curse? MAEYEN walks past. MAEYEN Whoa, it's as big as yours. They crack up. Cree just shakes her head. Two TEAMMATES pass by Monica with their arms raised, mimicking her pose. Monica shakes her head. Sidra glances at Monica from her spot on the bench. SIDRA That's what you get for trying to show out, freshman. MONICA I was just playing ball. SIDRA You were trying to make me look bad. MONICA Didn't have to try very hard. Ears prick up around the locker room. Sidra stands. SIDRA Girl, don't you know you're just sloppy seconds? Monica rises. MONICA What? Toni tries to step in. TONI Sidra, let it go. SIDRA Only reason you're here is cause Tonya Randall got pregnant and decided not to come. They were done recruiting. KELLI, senior forward, shakes her head. KELLI That's cold, Sid. SIDRA Just thought the girl should know. Monica is stunned. Sidra saunters to the showers. Shayla nudges her with her shoulder. SHAYLA Don't even trip. She's just mad cause she's bow-legged. INT. USC SUITES - QUINCY'S ROOM - NIGHT Monica and Quincy lay feet to face on Quincy's twin bed. Monica's hand holds an ice bag on Quincy's hip. Quincy's arm rests across an ice bag on Monica's ankle. QUINCY Forget Tonya Randall. MONICA I'm telling you, Coach wishes she was here instead of me. QUINCY Then prove her wrong. MONICA I don't have it easy like you, alright. There's no red carpet laid out for me. QUINCY So you're gonna act salty all night? Quincy's roommate/teammate REGGIE, 18, suddenly pops his head into the room. REGGIE Yo, dog, we're about to order some wings. QUINCY Nah, thanks. Reggie shrugs, closes the door. Quincy looks at Monica, still brooding. QUINCY (cont'd) Fine. Don't worry about proving everybody wrong, okay? You can't handle the pressure, I'll understand. MONICA That was so weak. QUINCY Who cares if you're never known as the first girl in the NBA. You'll get more play behind Quincy McCall's woman anyway. Monica shoves Quincy's ice bag down his sweat pants. He leaps up. QUINCY (cont'd) Aaaah! Damn, girl! MONICA That's what you get. He smiles as he pulls the ice. Then looks her up and down. QUINCY So how about a little one-on-one? MONICA What are we playing for? QUINCY Clothes. MONICA What? Quincy locks the door, sets up his indoor hoop. QUINCY I score, you strip. You score, I drop something. Monica looks at him, then cracks up. MONICA Give me the ball. QUINCY My court, I go first. Quincy grips the ball. Monica crouches low on defense. Quincy drives past her and slams down a vicious dunk. QUINCY (cont'd) Strip. Monica makes a face, then pulls off her sweatshirt. Quincy skips back. Monica drops low again. Quincy fakes her out and slams down another vicious dunk. He laughs. QUINCY (cont'd) Where's the "D"? MONICA Kiss my booty. QUINCY Plan to. Monica glares through her smile, then pulls off her T-shirt, leaving her in a bra and shorts. Quincy goes for another dunk, but this time, Monica reaches out, GRABS HIS DICK. Quincy drops the ball. Monica picks it up and lays it in. QUINCY (cont'd) Hold up... MONICA All's fair in love and basketball. Strip. Quincy pulls off his shirt. Monica moves back into position. Quincy drops down low. Monica fakes, gets him to leave his feet. She slips under him and scores. She laughs. MONICA (cont'd) Too bad you got your mama's height, huh. Quincy pulls off his sweats, leaving him in just drawers. Monica takes in the view as she moves back into position. She holds the ball out, taunting. Quincy pretends to reach for it, but grabs her breast instead. QUINCY Oh, my bad. She drives. Quincy just steps out of the way and lets her score. Monica snatches the ball off the floor. MONICA Yo, where's the "D"? QUINCY Right here. Monica turns, finds Quincy butt-naked. He moves her against the wall and kisses her. Monica drops the ball, wraps her arms around him. She smiles. MONICA I won. QUINCY I wanted you to. Game over. They hit it. INT. ESPN STUDIOS Sportscaster DICK VITALE talks animatedly about the upcoming season. DICK VITALE It's the start of the new college season and I'm like a kid in a candy store. Too many great teams to choose from. You have your Dukes', Kentuckys', Arkansas', but my surprise treat this season... INT. BASKETBALL COURT Sportscaster ROBIN ROBERTS reports on the upcoming women's season. ROBIN ROBERTS ...USC. The women of Troy made it to the Sweet Sixteen last year and are returning four starters from that squad. And many consider their recruiting class one of the best in the nation. The highlight of that class,... INT. ESPN STUDIOS DICK VITALE ...is Quincy McCall, one of my diaper dandies. He's a real P.T.P., a prime- time player. Every college in the country wanted him but he chose to follow in his father's footsteps and become a Trojan. He's gonna have a lot on his shoulders this season... INT. BASKETBALL COURT ROBIN ROBERTS ...but Coach Cheryl Miller feels that if just one of her freshmen has a breakout year, they can go all the way. It's a long season, anything can happen, but one thing is for sure... INT. ESPN STUDIOS DICK VITALE It's gonna be awesome, baby! MONTAGE: INT. SPORTS ARENA - NIGHT A hundred flashbulbs pop as Quincy jogs out to center court. The crowd goes crazy as... INT. CAMPUS GYM - NIGHT Monica sits on the bench, watching Sidra run the floor against UNLV, as... INT. SPORTS ARENA - NIGHT Quincy drives to the three-point line against Cal and puts it up. It drops through the net. He pounds his fist against the number twenty-two on his chest, nods to Zeke standing behind the bench, as... INT. CAMPUS GYM - NIGHT Coach Miller motions to Monica. She jumps up, pulls off her sweats. She jogs past Arizona bench and onto the floor, as... INT. SPORTS ARENA - NIGHT Quincy goes up for a dunk against North Carolina. He jams it down, grips the rim, and pulls his legs up high, as... INT. KAISER ARENA - NIGHT Monica catches a long outlet pass. She drops a no-look bounce pass between two Berkeley defenders, to a teammate who scores. She jogs back, as... INT. SPORTS ARENA - NIGHT Zeke grips Quincy's head proudly, affectionately, as they walk off the floor after a game against Washington, as... INT. UNIVERSITY OF CONNECTICUT - GAMPEL PAVILION - NIGHT Sidra crashes to the floor, immediately grabs at her ankle. Monica rises off the bench... CUT TO: INT. SPORTS BAR - NIGHT Televisions hang from every corner, broadcasting various games. Zeke and Quincy sit at a bar. Quincy is still hyped from his game. QUINCY ...up and under between two defenders, with the left hand. That's gotta make SportsCenter. Zeke just nods as the Bartender/Owner crosses over. He is an ex-ballplayer named TERRY. QUINCY (cont'd) They can't stop me, Pop... TERRY What are you having, Zeke? ZEKE Genuine Draft. And an orange juice for my kid. TERRY Cross-over's looking good, Quincy. I know your old man didn't teach you that. ZEKE Didn't need a cross-over to post you up. Terry laughs as he moves off to fix the drinks. Something is on Zeke's mind, but before he can speak on it... QUINCY You know, the numbers I'm putting up are better than any freshman. Some people are saying I'm a definite lottery pick. Zeke suddenly focuses. ZEKE What people? QUINCY You know, people. ZEKE Well, tell them to mind their damn business. You're smart enough to get a degree. QUINCY I'm also good enough to go pro. ZEKE You know how much higher the play level is in the NBA? Give yourself time to develop, Quincy. Get an education. The NBA ain't going nowhere. QUINCY You came out early. ZEKE Your mom got pregnant and I had to make choices. You don't have a choice. QUINCY Okay... Silence, then. ZEKE Besides, the sooner you go pro, the sooner you'll have to deal with the mess I'm dealing with. QUINCY What mess? ZEKE there's this thing out there. This paternity suit. QUINCY What? ZEKE Some girl that's been hanging on at every party. now I'm supposed to be her baby's Daddy. (then) Anyway, I told your mom I wanted to be the one who told you. QUINCY Tell me what? ZEKE I just told you. QUINCY I mean, it's not true, is it? Zeke stares at his son. ZEKE You got the balls to ask me that? Quincy can't hold his father's look. Zeke shakes his head, hurt. QUINCY Sorry. ZEKE No, you need to hear me say it, I'll say it. It's not true. Quincy looks in his father's eyes, knows he's telling the truth. QUINCY So what are you gonna do? ZEKE I want this thing to go to court, but my lawyer's telling me to settle. QUINCY Why? ZEKE A case like this could hang around for months and I'm up for this player relations job with the "Clips." This gets out, false or not, no one'll touch me. QUINCY What's Mom think? ZEKE We haven't exactly been living the fairy- tale life the past few years. Something like this happens, it either brings a family closer or pushes them further apart. We'll just have to see how it plays out. (then) I'm giving her some space, couple days... Just then, a COLLEGE STUDENT approaches. COLLEGE STUDENT Yo, Q-man, great game. QUINCY Thanks. The student holds out a piece of paper, without even a glance to Zeke. COLLEGE STUDENT Can I get an autograph? Quincy nods, signs the guy's paper. Zeke watches his son, the rising star. EXT. MCCALL HOUSE - NIGHT Through the windows, we see Quincy enter the house. He glances around, then walks to the living room. He sees his mom sitting outside by the pool, drink in hand, looking torn up. He pulls open the sliding glass door. Nona jumps, then sees Quincy. She quickly puts her drink down. NONA You scared me. QUINCY Sorry. You okay? NONA I'm fine. Quincy glances at her half-hidden glass. QUINCY Last time I remember you drinking was when Marvin Gaye died. No response from Nona. QUINCY (cont'd) This about Dad? NONA Guess he talked to you. QUINCY Don't sweat it, okay. Sooner or later the truth'll come out. NONA (beat) Whose truth are you talking about? QUINCY Mom, we can't let something like this mess up the family. She doesn't respond. Quincy studies her. QUINCY (cont'd) I mean, you believe him, right? Nona sits silent, humiliated. QUINCY (cont'd) Mom? NONA Just...leave it alone. QUINCY This is just about money, you know that. NONA Quincy, please... QUINCY I mean, how many times have you told me yourself to watch out for these ho's? NONA Guess I should have been telling your father. QUINCY So you're gonna take the word of some trick over Pop's? He wouldn't lie. Nona grabs an envelope beside her and throws it at him. Confused, Quincy opens it. HE PULLS OUT A COUPLE OF PHOTOS: Zeke outside a party. IN ONE PHOTO, his arm is around a young woman. IN ANOTHER PHOTO, they KISS. AND YET ANOTHER, they climb into his car. QUINCY (cont'd) What...what's this? NONA I hired somebody. How pathetic is that? After all his late nights and "meetings" and I still needed proof. Quincy just stares at the photos. NONA (cont'd) I used to think I was lucky just to be married to Zeke McCall, but I'm too tired. Quincy looks stricken, but he moves to Nona, comforts her as she cries... EXT. TRACK - NIGHT Monica sits with a devastated Quincy, high up in the bleachers. In the distance, the clock-tower glows 10:50. QUINCY Don't put your hands in your pockets, hold your head up, always look a man in the eye, and all the time I'm hanging on his every word like he's God or something... MONICA I know he messed up, but that doesn't change what he's been to you. QUINCY What has he been to me? I mean, he looked me in my face and lied like it was nothing. Like it was easy. (then) And I'm standing there getting loud on my mom like she's the one with no sense... MONICA She understands. QUINCY He even had me wanting to play for the "Clippers." Man, how stupid am I. MONICA You're not stupid. QUINCY I know a lot of brothers dog their wives, I just never thought my pops would do some shit like this... Monica puts her arms around him. They sit there, quiet. Monica glances up at the clock tower. She reacts. Quincy notices. QUINCY (cont'd) What? MONICA Nothing. (beat) Why don't we walk to my dorm? QUINCY I'm not up for running into anybody. Let's just kick it here, alright? MONICA I...can't. QUINCY Why not? MONICA Coach has us on eleven o'clock curfew. If I'm late, I don't suit up. Quincy looks at her, almost in shock. QUINCY Didn't realize you were watching the clock. MONICA I mean, I can stay a few more minutes. QUINCY Nah. Don't sweat it. MONICA Quincy... QUINCY For real. I should be alone, anyway. Monica reluctantly stands. MONICA Will you call me when you get in? Quincy nods. Monica gives him a kiss. Then she turns and crosses away. INT. MONICA/SHAYLA'S DORM - NIGHT The lights are off but Monica sits up in bed. SHE WEARS BOXERS AND ONE OF QUINCY'S PRACTICE SHIRTS. Shayla lies under her covers across the room. MONICA I shouldn't have left. SHAYLA Go to sleep. MONICA You should have seen him, Shay... SHAYLA Mon, Sidra's out for one game, and you got the start. But you get caught breaking curfew and Coach is gonna send your ass back to the bench. You'll see your man tomorrow. Shayla's warning slowly sinks in. Finally, Monica lays down. DISSOLVE TO: EXT. TRACK - NIGHT The clock tower glows 12:30. Quincy still sits in the bleachers. Alone. Tears fill his eyes as his world comes crashing down... DISSOLVE TO: INT. CAMPUS GYM - LATE DAY USC vs. Louisiana Tech. The packed crowd is hyped. Nathan sits by himself in the stands, excited. Monica sits on the bench with four of her teammates. The rest of the team is lined up in front of them, including Sidra in street clothes. ANNOUNCER And now the starting line-up for your Women of Troy! At center, a senior, Toni Noise! Toni rises, jogs through the line of teammates to the court. ANNOUNCER (cont'd) At forward, a senior, Lisa Mason! Lisa stands, skips through the line. ANNOUNCER (cont'd) At forward, a junior, Zvette Mitchell! Zvette jumps up, bumps into each teammate as she moves down the line. ANNOUNCER (cont'd) At guard, a freshman, Monica Wright! Monica takes a deep breath, then jogs through the line. She gets to the middle of the floor and looks around with her game face on. ANNOUNCER (cont'd) And at guard, a sophomore, Sandra Perez! Sandra jogs out and the rest of the team follows. Everyone gathers in a tight circle with their arms around each other. TONI Look y'all, we got all these people here to see big-bad, La Tech. We need to let them know that this is our house. So everybody better leave everything out on that floor, you got that? Ready? One, two, three.... TEAM Team! SMASH CUT TO: INT. SPORTS ARENA - LATE DAY A sellout crowd for the men's SC/Temple game. And Quincy is having the worst game of his life. He drives down court on a fast break. He ignores his two open teammates and puts up a three-pointer. It hits nothing but air. The crowd boos. Humiliated, Quincy tries to steal the ball back and commits a stupid foul. His teammates glare at him as they line up for free throws. INT. CAMPUS GYM - CONTINUOUS Monica's game. Late second half. SC down two. Monica drives the lane, drawing two defenders. She looks like she's about to force up a shot, then suddenly whips up a pass to a wide-open Sandra at the three-point line. Nothing but net. SC up one. Coach Miller claps intensely on the sideline. COACH MILLER That's it, that's it! Ten seconds left. Game on the line. Monica tries to lob a pass inside to Toni. The pass is knocked away and grabbed up by the opposing point guard. It is a one-on-one between Monica and the guard. The girl drives hard for the winning hoop. Monica races to the key and slides in front of her. The guard goes up and slams into Monica. Both crash to the floor as the ball drops through the net and the buzzer goes off. A WHISTLE. The two women stare up at the REFEREE from the floor. And then -- REFEREE Offensive foul! Charging! No basket! Monica leaps up as the crowd goes crazy. Toni grabs up Monica in a hug as their teammates celebrate around them. INT. SPORTS ARENA - CONTINUOUS Quincy drags himself to his bench, slumps down dejectedly, as the Temple Owls celebrate their win around him. INT. LOCKER ROOM - DUSK The female players continue to celebrate as they undress. MAEYEN Shoot, you see that crowd? We need to be playing in the Sports Arena. KELLI Hell yeah. They give each other a pound. Lisa looks at Monica, standing in her shorts and sports bra. LISA Oh damn, Mon. MONICA What? LISA I think ol' girl took out your chi-chis with that charge. The women break into laughter. Monica smiles. MONICA Kiss my ass. SANDRA Nah, I think she took that too. MONICA Sandra, please, last time you chest- bumped me, it took you three tries. More laughter. Monica looks over at Toni, sitting quietly at the bench. MONICA (cont'd) Yo, T, why you so quiet? TONI (beat) I don't want to go play overseas. DORA I thought you were hyped about going to Portugal next year. TONI It's never gonna be like this. Playing in front of my family, hanging out with my girls. Probably not even a McDonald's. SANDRA Nah, there's always a McDonald's. SIDRA Least you got an offer. My agent's still looking. CREE (to Lisa) What about you? LISA (beat) Maybe it'd be worth it if I knew some day I could come back here and play. But for right now, it's law school. COACH MILLER (O.S.) Monica. Monica turns, sees Coach Miller standing in her office doorway. She motions for her. Monica heads over. Sidra watches. INT. COACH MILLER'S OFFICE - SHORT TIME LATER Trophies, plaques and photos fill every empty space. Coach Miller sits behind her desk. Monica stands before her. COACH MILLER You could've given up after you threw that ball away. But you kept your head and you showed real heart. MONICA Thanks. COACH MILLER We've got our final games against Oregon and Oregon State and I want to shake things up a bit, so I'm starting you at point again. MONICA (confused) I thought Sidra's ankle was okay for next game. COACH MILLER You want the job or not? Realization finally hits. MONICA Yeah. Yes. Monica looks at Coach Miller completely thrown. COACH MILLER What? MONICA It's just...it seems like you're always yelling at me. COACH MILLER You think I'd go hoarse for a player with no potential? When I ignore you, that's when you worry. (then) Go get dressed. Monica nods, crosses out. INT. LOCKER ROOM - CONTINUOUS As Monica walks back to her teammates, Coach Miller steps into the doorway. COACH MILLER Sidra. Sidra looks at Monica as she rises, crosses over. Monica avoids her eyes as they pass. Sidra enters the office and the door closes. SHAYLA Yo sis, what's going on? Beat, then Monica smiles. SMASH CUT TO: INT. APARTMENT - NIGHT Black folks pack the cramped houseparty, bumping to a phat hip hop joint. Monica bounces through the throng. A GIRL grabs her arm. GIRL'S VOICE Yo, great game. MONICA Thanks. Another PARTY-GOER grabs her arm. PARTY-GOER Girl, you can play. Monica smiles wider. She spots Reggie dancing in the crowd, moves to him. MONICA Reg. You seen Quincy? REGGIE What's up, girl. MONICA (louder) Derek said Q was here. REGGIE We'll roll through. Monica is suddenly pulled into a dance routine by Sandra and Lisa. She laughs, tires to move away, but they won't let her go. Monica gives in, grooves with them. ANGLE ON: Quincy walks through the door with a half-empty forty in his hand. Girls immediately try to grab his attention from the dance floor, or stare him down from the sidelines. Quincy sees Monica on the dance floor. He stands, watching her. Takes a drink. Monica finally looks over, sees him. She smiles, crosses to him. MONICA Hey. QUINCY What's up? MONICA I've been trying to find you all day. QUINCY Here I am. She glances at the forty in his hand. MONICA Sorry about your game. QUINCY It happens, right... Shayla suddenly grabs Monica from behind. SHAYLA (to Monica) What's up, superstar. (then, to Quincy) Your girl was on tonight. She tell you? QUINCY (beat) I heard. SHAYLA She also tell you she ganked the starting spot from Sidra? Monica looks at him for a reaction. QUINCY Nah. He downs the last of his forty. QUINCY (cont'd) Where's the keg at? SHAYLA Balcony. He heads for the glass doors. Monica and Shayla follow. EXT. BALCONY - CONTINUOUS Reggie approaches the group. Gives Quincy a nod. REGGIE What's up, dog? (to Shayla) Hey, flyness. SHAYLA Get off the bra strap, Reggie, you're a ho. He laughs, then turns back to Quincy. REGGIE Coach is gonna kill us in practice tomorrow. Might even pull his lips off your dick, limp as your game was tonight. Quincy just looks at him. QUINCY That's funny. Monica leans against Quincy, affectionately. MONICA he's just playing, Q... QUINCY You think for once we could talk about something besides basketball? SHAYLA Sure. REGGIE Whatever's clever. Silence. Reggie and Shayla crack up. Quincy shakes his head, moves to the keg line. MONICA Y'all need to quit. She starts for Quincy SIDRA (O.S.) Monica. Monica looks over, sees Sidra standing in the doorway. There is no escaping this confrontation. She glances at Quincy, then crosses over. Quincy turns, sees her disappear back inside. INT. HOUSEPARTY - CONTINUOUS MONICA What's up? SIDRA Just wanted to say good game. MONICA But? SIDRA No buts. Took a lot of heart to take that charge. MONICA Thanks. SIDRA But that was a dumb-ass pass to Toni. Ten seconds left, you run out the clock. Monica shakes her head. An awkward silence. SIDRA (cont'd) I'd be lying if I said I wasn't pissed. MONICA I know. SIDRA Just one word of advice for next season. MONICA What's that? SIDRA Never let a freshman take your spot. Sidra turns and walks away. EXT. BALCONY - CONTINUOUS Quincy takes one long drink from his cup. KERRY, 20, and spandexed, stands directly in front of him, flirtatiously. KERRY Excuse me. QUINCY Excuse me. He steps aside as she tries to work the keg. Nothing comes out. She nods at his cup, smiles. KERRY If that's the last beer, you and I are sharing. Shayla glances over as Quincy pumps the keg a couple of times. Kerry hands him her cup and he starts filling it up. KERRY (cont'd) I like watching you play. Number twenty- two. QUINCY Guess you didn't see the game. Quincy knows he should blow her off, but he's digging the attention. He hands her back her cup. QUINCY (cont'd) What's your name? KERRY Kerry. QUINCY Q. KERRY I know. ANGLE ON Monica looks over at Quincy and sees him talking to the hoochie. The girl looks too damn comfortable. Monica moves back outside. KERRY (cont'd) I'll see you. Q-man. She swishes past Monica. Shayla "accidentally" bumps her. Kerry glares. MONICA Who was that? QUINCY Nobody. MONICA Who's nobody? QUINCY Look, this party's whack. You ready to go? MONICA You want to go talk? QUINCY Not really. He leans in, kisses her drunkenly. She pulls away. MONICA We could finish what we were talking about last night. Quincy kisses her again. MONICA (cont'd) Q... (pushing him off) Quincy, quit. You're drunk. They fall silent. QUINCY You know what, I'm just gonna crash. MONICA (agitated) Fine...Maybe I'll come by later. QUINCY Nah. I have curfew. He starts to walk away, then stops. QUINCY (cont'd) Oh, by the way. Congratulations. He goes. Monica stares after him. INT. QUINCY/REGGIE'S SUITE - LIVING ROOM - LATER Quincy pushes through his front door, then stops short in his doorway. Zeke sits on the couch. QUINCY What are you doing here? ZEKE Your door was unlocked. QUINCY Still is, so let yourself out. ZEKE We need to talk. QUINCY We ain't got nothing to talk about. ZEKE I messed up, okay, I know that. But I ain't that kid's father. QUINCY Lucky kid. ZEKE Look, I ain't saying it was right, but sometimes things happen. QUINCY And some things should never fucking happen! ZEKE Boy, you're so perfect you can look down on me? QUINCY I ain't a damn liar. ZEKE Your mom was real quick to show you those pictures, wasn't she? Well, she was nineteen when she got pregnant and don't get me wrong, you're the best thing in my life, but she knew I wasn't ready for no marriage. QUINCY So now you're saying my mother trapped you? ZEKE I'm saying I handled my responsibilities like a man. But when you're in the NBA, you pull into a city and there's a hundred women waiting at the hotel. And another twenty that made it past security on your floor. And the boldest one is standing right at your door. And after awhile, it just becomes part of the game. (then) I'm sorry I lied to you, I shouldn't have. But I did it cause I love you. Zeke looks at his son, meaning every word. Quincy stares back, long and hard. QUINCY Since we're being honest, guess I should tell you. I'm dropping out of school and going pro. ZEKE What? Quincy just stares back. ZEKE (cont'd) Quincy, you'd be making the biggest mistake of your life. QUINCY (sarcastic) From your mouth. ZEKE (desperate) I know your mad at me, okay, but I can't let you do this. QUINCY Always thought "can't" wasn't in a man's vocabulary. Zeke is taken aback by the hatred in his son's eyes. He turns and without another word, exits. EXT. STREET - LATE NIGHT Quincy stands across the street from the houseparty, staring up at the balcony. Monica leans against the railing, laughing with a couple of teammates. Quincy watches her, then turns and walks away... DISSOLVE TO: EXT. CAMPUS GYM - LATE DAY SLOW MOTION. Monica's eyes are on fire as she races an Oregon player for a loose ball. Both dive for it, slide across the floor. Monica grabs it up, screams for a time-out as her opponent tries to wrestle away the ball... EXT. QUINCY/REGGIE'S SUITE - DUSK Monica walks down the hall to Quincy's suite. The window is open. The sounds of Nintendo are heard. She walks in without knocking. INT. QUINCY/REGGIE'S SUITE - LIVING ROOM - CONTINUOUS Reggie sits on the couch with a TEAMMATE, playing Nintendo's "Duck Hunt". MONICA Hey, y'all. They barely give her a nod. Monica crosses into INT. QUINCY/REGGIE'S ROOM - CONTINUOUS Quincy stands at an ironing board, ironing a T-shirt. MONICA Hey. QUINCY Hey, what's up. MONICA You weren't at my game. QUINCY Yeah, sorry about that. I had this meeting with this guy. Quincy pulls on the T-shirt. QUINCY (cont'd) You win? MONICA Yeah, I hit a three at the buzzer. QUINCY The "man" again. MONICA (smiles) Woman... A knock at the front door. Quincy exits. INT. LIVING ROOM - CONTINUOUS Monica follows, then stops short. Kerry, the spandexed girl from the party, stands in the doorway. QUINCY Hey, you. KERRY Hi. Quincy gives her a hug. Monica stares at him in disbelief. Reggie and his teammate smack each other, "Oh shit!" QUINCY Oh, Kerry, this is Monica. Monica, Kerry. MONICA What the hell's going on? QUINCY We're going to get some food. MONICA Are you out of your mind? KERRY Maybe I should come back? MONICA No. You stay, I'll leave. She storms out. EXT. WRIGHT HOUSE - DRIVEWAY - DUSK BAM! Monica slams her car door. Her face is a mask of anger and confusion. Camille exits the house, car keys in hand. She sees her. CAMILLE Monica. What are you doing here? MONICA Didn't know I needed a reason to come home. CAMILLE Don't be defensive. I'm just surprised to see you. MONICA Dad around? CAMILLE He's still at the bank. Monica glowers. Camille looks at her. CAMILLE (cont'd) Everything okay? MONICA (clearly not) Yeah. Camille just nods, doesn't bother asking again. CAMILLE Well, I'm going to get dinner. She pulls open her car door. Beat, then... CAMILLE (cont'd) It's just a game. MONICA What? CAMILLE Whenever you lose, you get this attitude. But it's just a game. Monica rolls her eyes, as her mom leaves. EXT. DORMS - NIGHT Quincy sits on the wall outside of Monica's dorm, as Monica slowly makes her way up the walk. She sees him, stops. QUINCY Can we talk? MONICA Talk to your new girlfriend. QUINCY I just took the ho to Burger King, alright. MONICA Cheap date. QUINCY Least she had time for me. MONICA So you fucked around to prove a point! QUINCY I just said I didn't fuck around. But you got your head so far up your ass it took a cheap date for you to notice me. MONICA What, "Q-man", did I forget to kiss your ass like everybody else? QUINCY You forgot to be there. MONICA That night you wanted to talk about your Dad I had a curfew. What was I supposed to do? QUINCY Stay! MONICA If I stayed, I wouldn't be starting! QUINCY Least you got your priorities straight. MONICA I never asked you to choose. QUINCY Never had to. MONICA I'm a ballplayer. If anyone knows what that means it should be you. QUINCY Well, if all you care about is basketball, why you fucking me? Go fuck Dick Vitale. Monica punches the shit out of Quincy, then pushes past him. Quincy grabs her arm, stopping her. QUINCY (cont'd) Hold up. I'm sorry, alright. They stand, silent. Trying to come down from their anger. MONICA How do I know next time you're feeling neglected or whatever, you're not going to run around on me? If we're going to be together I have to be able to trust you. QUINCY I'm not asking for us to be together. Monica flinches in shock. MONICA What? QUINCY I'm going through a lot of shit right now, more than you have time for. MONICA How are you going to tell me what I have time for? I mean, whatever I did...we can fix this. QUINCY I don't think so. MONICA You don't think so? QUINCY Look, I'm entering the draft. MONICA You're what? QUINCY I decided to go pro. And who knows where I'll end up, you know? Monica's heart is sinking fast. MONICA When did you decide all this? QUINCY Few days ago. MONICA So that's it, just forget about us? QUINCY Damnitt, Monica. This ain't about us anymore, it's about me. Monica is crushed. Beat as, Quincy struggles to stay cold. QUINCY (cont'd) But, you know, I'd still like us to be friends. MONICA Friends. She fights back tears. Quincy has to look away. Monica can't respond. QUINCY So...I guess I'll see you around. MONICA Uh huh. Beat, then Quincy turns and walks away. Monica tries to fight her tears but her pain, hurt and confusion are too much. Finally, she gives in, and the tears fall. FADE TO BLACK. FOOTAGE. Press conference. Magic sits beside his wife Cookie. He shocks the world as he announces his retirement from basketball. FADE IN: TITLE CARD: "FOURTH QUARTER" then "1993" ESTABLISHING SHOTS OF SPAIN Madrid, Pampolona, the running of the bulls, old-world architecture. Finally, we rest on a large billboard, a photo of Monica in a basketball uniform, drinking a Spanish soft-drink. EXT. STREETS OF SPAIN - LATE DAY Monica jogs down the congested cobble-stone street, a sports bag over her shoulder. She is TWENTY-THREE. Half-assed braids frame her matured features. She passes store fronts, street vendors, and dodges pedestrians, as she makes her way toward a large, older arena. EXT. ARENA - CONTINUOUS An excited crowd jockeys for position at the front doors. Above them, a huge banner reads "Campeonato de Europeo". (European Championships".) As Monica heads for the back entrance, a cheer goes up from a large contingent in the crowd. Monica smiles, waves back. TWO LITTLE GIRLS break from line, run to her. LITTLE GIRLS Baloncesto! Balencesto! (Basketball! Basketball!) MONICA Oye. They giggle, hold out a piece of paper and a pencil. LITTLE GIRLS Autografo. As Monica signs her autograph, a tall woman carrying a matching sports bag approaches. She is LUISA, Spanish, 33. LUISA (thick Spanish accent) Monica. What is up? MONICA Oye, Luisa. Monica hands the girls her autograph and they run off. LUISA Large game, no? MONICA Si. Large game. They duck into the arena. INT. ARENA - LOCKER ROOM - LATE DAY Paint peels off the walls. Windows are broken overhead. Monica sits alone at her locker, taping her own ankles. Her TEN TEAMMATES, all from Spain, sit on the surrounding benches, talking and joking among themselves in Spanish. Monica is clearly an outsider. COACH PARRA, Spanish, late 40's, enters. COACH PARRA Silenco! The women immediately stop talking. COACH PARRA gives an animated, impassioned speech in Spanish. Monica doesn't understand a word, just continues taping her ankles. Coach Parra finishes and the women clap, pumped up. Monica turns to Luisa, seated next to her on the bench. MONICA What did he say? LUISA He say to give the ball to you. INT. ARENA - NIGHT The arena is PACKED with a raucous European crowd, chanting and waving signs - the love their women's basketball. Monica walks onto the floor, tucking her jersey into her shorts. The uniforms are old-style - polyester and tight. Her club's name is stitched on the front, "GODELLA". As she hits center court, a smile suddenly breaks through her game face. Standing opposite her, playing for the opposing Italian club is Sidra, HER RIVAL FROM USC. SIDRA Well, what do you know. MONICA What's up, Sidra. SIDRA I'm gonna love winning this championship in your house. MONICA How do you say "you're dreaming" in Italian? They move into position. The ball is tossed up. Italy winds the tip and the ball is passed to Sidra. Monica hounds her as she brings up the ball. Sidra shoves her off and to the floor, and scores. No whistle. Women's pro ball is at a whole other level. Bigger, better, tougher. The ball is passed in to Monica. She drives down court, goes up for a lay up. An Italian player shoves Monica in mid-air, taking out her legs. Monica crashes on the hardwood. A whistle. Monica lays still for a moment, then pushes herself up and walks to the free-throw line without a word. Without emotion. INT. SPAIN - NIGHTCLUB - LATE NIGHT A huge crowd dances fervently to the live Spanish music. In the middle of the floor, the Spanish players are the life of the party. In a corner, Monica sits with Sidra, drinking and watching the festivities. A large trophy sits on the table. SIDRA Can you take that damn thing off the table. MONICA You mean my championship trophy? My bad. Monica sets it down in the seat next to her, puts an arm around it. Sidra shakes her head. SIDRA Still a cocky bitch. Monica laughs. She downs her drink, motions to the waiter. MONICA Uno mas, por favor. The waiter nods. MONICA (cont'd) Last I heard, you were playing in Sweden. SIDRA Yeah, four years ago. They had me staying in this tiny-ass town with like fifty people. I'm not playing, there was about a thousand goats running around, and it gets dark at four o'clock. Then the whack club I'm on loses three games in a row and I get blamed. So they fire me. MONICA Just like that? SIDRA Yup. So I've been playing with this Italian club the last three years. MONICA How's that been? SIDRA It's better. Even though the whole first season my teammates didn't pass to me cause they were mad "The American" was making more money. (smiles) I led the team in rebounds cause it was the only way I could touch the damn ball. Monica laughs as the waiter brings her drink. She tries to pay, but he just shakes his head, crosses away. SIDRA (cont'd) Most of us don't win championships our first year overseas. MONICA Please, I went through the same drama as everybody else. I mean, the first four months, only person I could talk to was this chick Luisa, who knew like ten words of English from watching old "Dif'rent Strokes" reruns. Swear to God, I had to tell her if she said, "What you talking bout, Willis?" one more time, I was gonna kick her ass. Sidra laughs. They watch the madness out on the dance floor. SIDRA So what are these Spanish guys like? MONICA I wouldn't know. SIDRA What? You've been over here seven months and you ain't tapped anything? MONICA Just not my type, I guess. SIDRA Shoot, Italian boys love them some black women. They can't get enough of me. Monica smiles. MONICA You ever think about going back? SIDRA Sometimes. But what's the alternative, not playing? You remember big Toni? (off Monica's nod) She quit last year, now she's working at some bookstore. I mean, look at us. They treat us like we're Hollywood stars over here. We just played in the championship game. It doesn't get much sweeter than this. Monica takes this in. Her eyes do not reflect someone on top of the world. She takes a long drink. INT. SPAIN - MONICA'S APARTMENT - LATE NIGHT A small, sparse, one-bedroom. Sam, Diane and the rest of the gang from "Cheers" fill the small TV screen that flickers in the darkness. Their dialogue is dubbed in Spanish. Monica sits on the floor, braiding her hair. SHE WEARS BOXERS AND QUINCY'S OLD PRACTICE SHIRT. AFTER FIVE YEARS, IT IS WELL-WORN. Feelings of loneliness threaten to swallow her whole. She looks out her window and sees her billboard, looming in the distance. She just stares. INT. LOS ANGELES FORUM - NIGHT The crowd erupts as a Laker player dunks the ball on a fast break. ANGLE ON Laker announcers CHICK HEARN and STU LANTZ. CHICK HEARN Stu, this game is in the refrigerator. The door is closed, the lights are out, the butter's hard and the Jell-Oooooo's jigglin'. STU LANTZ And here come the subs. ANGLE ON Quincy pulls off his sweats and jogs onto the court with the rest of the subs. He is twenty-three, a man. His goatee and tired eyes make him look older. HE NOW WEARS NUMBER TWENTY- ONE. STU LANTZ (cont'd) (V.O.) It's good to see these guys get a little playing time. And the fans love it. Quincy immediately gets a pass in the corner. He puts up a quick three and it banks hard off the rim. ANGLE ON Chick and Stu. CHICK HEARN Three-pointer is off for the kid from SC. Came out after his freshman year, now in his fifth year with the league. STU LANTZ The son of Zeke McCall, played twelve years with the Clippers. CHICK HEARN (nods) Pretty good player. The kid's moved around quite a bit, but he's hoping to finally have a home with the Lakers. ANGLE ON Quincy steals the ball, has nothing but open court ahead of him. CHICK HEARN (cont'd) (V.O.) Watch out, folks, it's showtime. Quincy takes off from the hash-mark and throws down a monster jam. He swings high off the rim. Too high. His hand slips and he crashes to the floor. His knee twists at a sickening angle. The dwindling crowd gasps as Quincy clutches his left knee, writhing in pain. INT. DANIEL FREEMAN HOSPITAL - HALLWAY - LATE NIGHT Zeke walks down the corridor, checking room numbers. He is forty-five now. His slight paunch as become a roll. He sees Nona exiting a room, with an empty water pitcher in hand. Her hair is in locks. ZEKE Nona. Nona looks over. Her eyes narrow. ZEKE (cont'd) How's he doing? NONA Not great. ZEKE What's that, not great? NONA The doctor'll be back in a minute. ZEKE Nona, please. NONA He tore his ACL. Zeke's shoulders slump. Then he looks back at her. ZEKE Almost didn't recognize you with your hair like that. How you been? NONA Happy. And he won't want to see you. Nona walks over to a MAN standing nearby. He puts an arm around her and they move down the hall. Zeke watches for a beat, then pulls open Quincy's door, steps inside. INT. QUINCY'S HOSPITAL ROOM - CONTINUOUS Quincy lays in the bed. His knee is bandaged and propped up by pillows. He stares out the window. ZEKE Hey, son. Quincy turns, sees his father. He turns back to the window. ZEKE (cont'd) Well, you made SportsCenter. QUINCY What do you want? ZEKE Came by to check on you. QUINCY After five years. ZEKE Don't remember that being my fault. Seems like you divorced me same time as your mom. QUINCY Look, I'm busy. ZEKE I can see that. I know things look pretty bleak right now, but you can't get down on yourself. QUINCY I stopped taking your advice a long time ago, or did you forget? ZEKE No. QUINCY Good. ZEKE Quincy. I know you left school early to throw your middle finger up at me. QUINCY And now I'm paying for it, right? That what this is about? "I told you so?" ZEKE You want me to fuck off? QUINCY Yeah. ZEKE Fine, I'll fuck off, but not til I say something. Silence. Then. ZEKE (cont'd) You're a better ballplayer than I ever was. But you got a lot of other things going for you. You're smart. I always felt...I always knew that you could do anything you wanted. You want to be a ballplayer, be a ballplayer. Just know you ain't like everybody else on that court. You ain't like I was. You got options. That's all I ever tried to show you. QUINCY You're still trying to tell me what I should and shouldn't do. How come you couldn't be the man you kept trying to make me? Zeke stares at his son, wishing he could satisfy him with an answer. ZEKE I just couldn't With nothing left to say, Zeke pulls open the door and leaves. Quincy stares at the door long after it closes. DISSOLVE TO: INT. QUINCY'S HOSPITAL ROOM - DAY A NURSE enters, carrying a bouquet of flowers. She moves past the empty bed, puts them on a table already overflowing with flowers. She pulls open the blinds and light floods the room. She crosses back out. A toilet flush. Beat, then Quincy slowly hops out of the bathroom, scratching his bare ass through the opening of his gown. VOICE (O.S.) And I thought this was gonna be awkward. Quincy whips around and is shocked to see Monica standing there, laughing. She has clearly made an effort with her appearance. QUINCY Monica? He stumbles. Monica quickly goes to him, catches his arm before he falls. MONICA I'm sorry. Quincy stares at her, completely thrown. It's been five years. An awkward beat. MONICA (cont'd) So, how you doing? QUINCY Alright. I heard you were in Spain. MONICA I was. (smiling) I see your peach fuzz finally grew in. Quincy rubs his goatee self-consciously. QUINCY Just something I'm trying. MONICA No, it looks good. I mean, it's cool. QUINCY Thanks. Quincy tries to adjust his footing and flinches in pain. MONICA Shouldn't you be lying down, or... QUINCY I'm alright. But you can sit. MONICA I'm fine. My dad said you tore your ACL. QUINCY Yup. MONICA What are the doctors saying? QUINCY (shrugs) A lot of things. All I know is I'll be back in six months. MONICA I thought a torn ACL was ten to twelve. QUINCY Not for Quincy McCall. MONICA I forgot, "Q-man." An awkward beat. QUINCY So, how's pro-ball, Europe? MONICA We won the championship. QUINCY Still working on being the first girl in the NBA? MONICA Well, I tried sneaking in after college, but they found breasts during my physical. QUINCY Funny. I never did. MONICA Kiss my ass. Monica cracks up. Quincy laughs with her. MONICA (cont'd) I can't believe it's been five years. Quincy nods. QUINCY Tried calling you a couple times. MONICA Oh yeah? QUINCY Wanted to give you props on making First Team All-American. And then when Magic retired, I tried calling you again. MONICA (lying) Must have been my cheap-ass answering machine. It was always messing up. QUINCY Figured it was something like that. They look at each other. The moment is building. QUINCY (cont'd) So, when do you go back? MONICA Actually, I don't... QUINCY What do you mean? MONICA I'm tired of playing overseas. Thinking about giving it a rest for awhile. QUINCY (completely thrown) A rest? MONICA Yeah. Basketball just, isn't fun anymore. You know? QUINCY No. He stares at her. Into her. FEMALE VOICE (O.S.) Quincy! Quincy and Monica turn, as KYRA KESSLER, black, 26 and beautiful, rushes into the room. She wears a flight attendant's uniform. She goes to Quincy, gives him a kiss. Monica reacts. KYRA I'm so sorry. No one would switch flights with me. QUINCY It's okay. KYRA Why are you up? Get in bed. She takes Quincy's arm, moves him to the bed. Monica watches. KYRA (cont'd) Tell me you're going to be okay. QUINCY I'm gonna be okay. Kyra relaxes. Then she glances over at Monica. KYRA Hello. QUINCY Kyra, this is Monica. She, uh... KYRA (recognizing) Monica. You grew up together, right? Quincy's told me about you. Monica smiles awkwardly. QUINCY This is Kyra. My fiance. The shock hits too quick to cover. But Monica tries. MONICA Fiance. Wow. Congratulations. KYRA Thank you. MONICA I didn't know. Wow. That's great. (then) Well...I should go. QUINCY It means a lot that you came by. KYRA Yes, we appreciate that. MONICA Yeah, and Quincy, good luck with your knee, and everything. QUINCY Thanks. Monica forces one last smile, pulls open the door and leaves. INT. HALLWAY - MOMENTS LATER Monica walks down the hall, shell-shocked. INT. WRIGHT HOUSE - KITCHEN - LATE DAY Camille moves between the counter and the stove, whipping up a couple pecan pies. Monica enters. MONICA Hey. CAMILLE Hi. MONICA Need any help? CAMILLE I can manage. Monica nods and moves to the barstool. CAMILLE (cont'd) Your sister's bringing the baby over. You should try to be here. MONICA Yeah. Can't wait to see him (she falls silent, then) I just saw Quincy. CAMILLE How is he? MONICA Engaged. CAMILLE To that stewardess? MONICA Yeah, you met her? CAMILLE His mother had a cookout a few weeks ago. He could do a lot better if you ask me. MONICA Maybe she is. Camille looks up, studies Monica for a moment. CAMILLE I thought you were over him. Monica shrugs. MONICA So what do I do? CAMILLE Find out where they're registered and send them a gift. MONICA (disgusted) Whatever. CAMILLE You didn't want my opinion in the first place, so why even ask? MONICA I asked but why does it always have to be so damn prissy. CAMILLE Don't curse. MONICA There you go. CAMILLE What do you want me to tell you, Monica, to go beat that girl up? To go have sex with him? I'm not going to do that. Yes, I believe thinking of other people is important and yes I'd rather bake a pie than shoot a dumb jump shot. If that makes me too "prissy" for you, too bad. Monica stares at her mother. There's no going back. MONICA So that's why we can't get along? Because I'd rather shoot a "dumb" jump shot? CAMILLE You're the one always turning your nose up at me. MONICA No I don't. CAMILLE Child, please. Ever since you were little you thought you were too good for anything I had to say. MONICA I wasn't Lena. I didn't care about nail polish or lip gloss or sneaking a spray of your perfume. CAMILLE What was so wrong with wanting to teach you the things I knew could help you? MONICA Because you're pushing me to be something I'm not. CAMILLE So you're angry with me because you're standing here with your hair combed and wearing perfume? Monica is busted. It takes her a moment to come back. MONICA I'm angry because I want a mother, not Martha Stewart. CAMILLE Oh, yes. The superstar female athlete whose mother is nothing but a housewife. MONICA That's not it. CAMILLE Don't tell me you aren't ashamed of that because I know. Monica stares at her mother. MONICA I remember when I was eight years old, you spent like four hours cooking up this fancy meal. All you'd let me and Lena do was set the table. And I guess you and Dad got your wires crossed or something because he walks in with a couple of pizzas. And you didn't say anything. You just threw the whole meal into some tupper-ware and tossed it in the fridge. CAMILLE I don't remember that. MONICA I do. You never stood up for yourself. Ever. If I was ashamed, it was because of that. CAMILLE That's ridiculous. MONICA What's ridiculous is not being a caterer so your husband can feel like a man knowing his woman's home cooking and ironing his drawers. WHAP! Camille's humiliation is immediate and she cuts off Monica with a SLAP. Camille curses herself for losing it. CAMILLE Dammitt, Monica! Monica is stunned, hurt. MONICA I'm sorry. Camille stares at her daughter, devastated. CAMILLE Is that really all you think of me? Monica can't answer. CAMILLE (cont'd) When I married your father, all I wanted was a nice house with a big kitchen so I could start my catering business. And then I got pregnant with Lena, and then I got pregnant with you. And I put it out of my mind because that's what you did. Monica stares at her mother. CAMILLE (cont'd) But you want to know what day I remember? In high school, you getting ready for the Spring Dance. I put my pearls around your neck, told you you were beautiful and you looked like you were going to cry. That day I was happy I didn't have a catering business to run off to. My family had three meals a day, had someone to pick up after them, and when my daughters went to a dance, I helped them get ready. That's what I came to care about. MONICA (softly) That's all you cared about. I must have played in a thousand games and I can only remember you being to two. CAMILLE You had your coaches and your father for that stuff. It never mattered one way or the other if I went to your games. MONICA It mattered, Mom. Camille looks at her daughter and is struck by the need in her eyes. Monica moves off the barstool and leaves. INT. WRIGHT HOUSE - MONICA'S ROOM - DAY The room looks exactly the same. Trophies, medals, plaques. Basketball posters and her "strong women" wall. Monica sits on her bed, staring up at a photo of her and Quincy, tacked up to her bulletin board, amid other photos of her childhood. THEY ARE EIGHTEEN, PLAYFULLY WRESTLING OVER A BASKETBALL. Monica slowly rises, starts taking her posters down. INT. REHAB CENTER - DAY Quincy sits on a leg extension machine, with his left leg tucked under the padded bar. A TRAINER stands behind him. Sweat and pain coat Quincy's face and scarred knee as he slowly lifts the light weight again, and again, and again. INT. BANK - DAY A long line of customers shift impatiently during the noon- time rush. Monica sits with a BANK MANAGER at the "New Accounts" desk, learning the ropes. Her hair is done, she wears a simple dress. Behind her, hanging on the wall, are three framed photos of the bank presidents. ONE OF THEM IS HER FATHER, NATHAN. INT. WRIGHT HOUSE - MONICA'S ROOM - NIGHT Monica stands in her room, staring out at Quincy's window. She watches as Quincy and Kyra pack up some of Quincy's stuff. Quincy tries to take his basketball globe light. She laughs, "Hell no." INT. WRIGHT HOUSE - MONICA'S ROOM - DAY Camille enters, moves to Monica's garbage can, dumps the contents into her larger bag. Suddenly, she stops. She reaches into the garbage and pulls out a crumpled picture. Camille smooths it. It is the photo of Monica and Quincy at eighteen, wrestling over a basketball. CAMILLE STARES AT IT, TAKEN IN BY THE PURE JOY IN HER DAUGHTER'S FACE. She sits down on Monica's bed, still staring. INT. FORUM - DAY In the empty gym, Quincy jogs up and down the court. He is still tentative on his knee, but he keeps jogging. And then, slowly, the determination melts from his face. His jog turns into a walk, and then he just...stops. INT. MCCALL HOUSE - QUINCY'S ROOM - NIGHT Quincy stands in the middle of his room, taking in his life. Old, worn basketball posters still line the walls. Trophies and awards. USC memorabilia. His basketball globe light. He walks to his window, looks out at Monica's window. Her room is dark. DISSOLVE TO: INT. QUINCY'S APARTMENT - BATHROOM - MORNING Quincy tilts his face up to the shower head and rinses the soap from his face. He hears the bathroom door open. He shuts off the water and opens the curtain. Kyra sits on the toilet, taking a pee. Quincy slams the curtain closed. QUINCY Damn, girl. KYRA What? QUINCY I don't wanna see that. KYRA Get used to it, babe. She flushes. Quincy steps out, grabs a towel. A long scar runs across his knee cap. QUINCY Brother's gonna have to start locking doors. Kyra laughs as she buttons up her flight attendant's uniform. They cross into: INT. QUINCY'S APARTMENT - BEDROOM - CONTINUOUS Kyra packs up a suitcase. QUINCY So how long is this trip? KYRA Four days. Quincy nods. KYRA (cont'd) So are you going to be the kind of husband who won't let his wife work? QUINCY Nah. KYRA (playfully) Why not? QUINCY You might be the only one with a job. KYRA Baby, don't talk like that. Your rehab's going well. You'll be back before you know it. QUINCY Sometimes I wonder if it's worth it. Busting my ass, for what? KYRA To do what you love. QUINCY I don't know sometimes. KYRA You're just scared. I know rehab is hard, and you have to worry about whether you'll be as good as you were but you will be. I believe in you. You just have to get back on the court. Like you'd get back on a horse. QUINCY (beat) A horse? KYRA Don't make fun of me when I'm being wonderful and supportive. (then) You belong on the court. Just like I belong in the stands, looking cute and cheering you on. She smiles, gives him a kiss, moves back to her packing. Off Quincy: INT. BANK - DAY Monica sits at her desk in a blouse and skirt, punching numbers into the computer. A man sits down in the chair opposite her. Monica glances up. It's her father. NATHAN Hey, munchkin. MONICA Dad. What are you doing here? NATHAN I was upstairs for a meeting. I've been hearing good things about you. MONICA That tends to happen when you're the boss's daughter. NATHAN So how's the job going? Monica forces a smile. MONICA You know. Nathan looks at her, nods. NATHAN I think I know what the problem is. He pulls a GARBAGE CAN HOOP from a plastic shopping bag. Monica smiles. He attaches it to her garbage can. NATHAN (cont'd) There. He shoots an ugly, imaginary shot. She laughs. MONICA You shoot like a girl. NATHAN I'll take that as a compliment. He gives her a smile, and exits. Monica looks at the hoop, then crumples a piece of paper. MONICA (whispering) And she gets the steal. Monica goes one- on-one against Jordan, she stops, pops... Monica shoots. The paper drops through the net. MONICA (cont'd) (still whispering) It's good! It's good! She glances up, notices a few patrons watching her. Monica quickly composes herself and goes back to her work. EXT. WRIGHT AND MCCALL HOUSES - DUSK Monica exits her car, after a long day at work. She wears very low heels. But she still stumbles. She curses, then hears a laugh. She looks up - Quincy sits on the grassy hill above her house. QUINCY I remember when your mom had to beat you into a dress. Monica smiles. MONICA You visiting? QUINCY (nods) Kyra's gone for a couple days. Figured I'd keep Mom company. MONICA Who's this guy I always see her around? QUINCY Darryl. He's alright, kinda corny. MONICA So...how's the knee? QUINCY Getting there. MONICA Strong enough to get you down the aisle? QUINCY Yeah. Two weeks. (then) I didn't get to send you an invitation, but if you... MONICA That's okay. I'm probably, you know, busy. Quincy nods. Awkward beat. QUINCY Can I ask you something? Monica looks at him. QUINCY (cont'd) You never told me why ball isn't fun anymore. MONICA It just isn't. QUINCY Because I'm kinda feeling that way, too. MONICA You had a rough couple years, that's all. QUINCY That a nice way of saying I rode the bench? MONICA And you tore up your knee. Rehab is tough. QUINCY Nah. I haven't dribbled a ball in four and a half months. Maybe I miss some of the attention, but besides that... MONICA You're serious. QUINCY Seems like I needed a ball when I was trying to be like my pops...or trying to be better than him. Now, I kinda think I need to try something else. MONICA Like what? QUINCY Maybe go back to school. MONICA Wow. Monica stares at him, seeing a man in the boy she grew up with. Quincy looks away, self-conscious. QUINCY I mean, Kyra hasn't heard the school thing yet. (then) She'll probably say it's the painkillers talking. MONICA It's a trip, you know? When you're a kid, you see the life you want, and it never crosses your mind that it's not gonna turn out that way. QUINCY So why'd you give up ball? MONICA Why do you keep asking me that? QUINCY Cause I don't get it. MONICA Something was just missing. QUINCY What? Monica is too hurt, too scared to tell him the truth. MONICA It doesn't matter, alright. Just leave it alone. QUINCY Find. Monica turns, crosses to her house. She stumbles on her heels, kicks them off in frustration, and exits inside. Quincy walks back to his curb. ANGLE ON Camille watches from the kitchen window DISSOLVE TO: EXT. WRIGHT HOUSE - PATIO - DUSK Lena sits next to Camille. Her one year old son, L.P., sits on the ground at her feet. Monica sits quietly nearby, watching. CAMILLE So you're still breast-feeding? LENA The doctor said it was okay. Anyway, I'm still trying to lose some of this baby fat. She quickly looks over at Monica. LENA (cont'd) Shut up. Monica gives her a small smile. Camille looks down at L.P. CAMILLE You might want to put a jacket on him, it's getting cold. LENA He's fine. CAMILLE (warning) Okay. Lena sighs, rolls her eyes. She picks up her son. LENA Come on, L.P. Grandma says it's too cold. She exits inside. Camille makes a face. CAMILLE God. "Grandma." Monica smiles. And then silence. There is still so much distance between them, so many misunderstanding. Camille stares at her daughter. And then... CAMILLE (cont'd) You know, I'd probably be a lot more "prissy" in the situation than you'd like, but the thing I always admired that drove me crazy, was the fight you had in you. MONICA What are you talking about? CAMILLE When I said Quincy could do better, I was thinking about you. Monica stares at her mom. Camille stands and leaves. INT. WRIGHT HOUSE - MONICA'S ROOM - NIGHT Monica lies in her bed, staring up at the ceiling, unable to sleep. Her mind races with thoughts of her past, her choices, her future... Suddenly, she climbs out of bed. She wears a tank-top and pajama bottoms. She crosses to her window, pulls it open and climbs out. EXT. WRIGHT AND MCCALL HOUSES - CONTINUOUS Monica drops down. She moves to Quincy's window and knocks quietly. Beat, then Quincy appears. Bare-chested and in a pair of shorts. He looks at her, then pulls open the window. QUINCY (half-asleep) What's going on? MONICA We need to talk. Quincy just looks at her. MONICA (cont'd) Please. QUINCY Hold on. Quincy disappears for a moment, then returns, pulling on a T- shirt. He climbs out of his window, drops to the ground. Quincy looks at her. MONICA You asked me what was missing. QUINCY What? MONICA From basketball. QUINCY you woke me up to tell me that? MONICA It's not fun for me anymore because you're missing. Quincy stares at her. MONICA (cont'd) What I'm trying to say is -- QUINCY I heard enough. MONICA What I'm trying to say is, I've loved you since I was eleven and the shit won't go away. QUINCY We haven't talked since college and now you wait two weeks before my wedding to say something like this? MONICA I know, I probably should have said it two weeks ago. Quincy doesn't even crack a smile. In fact, he glares. QUINCY You haven't changed. You still think the sun rises and sets on your ass. Well, guess what, it doesn't. MONICA Then why are you so upset? QUINCY Because you don't pull this on someone who's about to get married. MONICA Better late than never, right? QUINCY Wrong. Quincy starts back toward the window. MONICA I'll play you. QUINCY What? MONICA One game. One-on-one. QUINCY For what? MONICA Your heart. Quincy looks at her in disbelief, then laughs at the absurdity. QUINCY You're out of your mind. MONICA So you're gonna bitch up? QUINCY What's that supposed to be, psychology? MONICA I know why you broke up with me in college. And not that what you did wasn't messed up, but what I did was, too. So if you forgive me, I'll forgive you. QUINCY Monica, after that stuff with my dad, I couldn't trust anybody, okay. I mean, I was lost. So you are forgiven. But that was five years ago. I moved on. Monica moves past him, reaches through his window. She drops back down, holding his basketball. MONICA Prove it. She throws him the ball. QUINCY What will this prove? MONICA You once said the reason I beat you was because you wanted me to. QUINCY So? MONICA So, if I win it's because deep down you know you're about to make the biggest mistake of your life, and deep down your want me to stop you. QUINCY And what happens when you lose? MONICA If I lose, I'll buy you a wedding present. Quincy stares at her. EXT. MCCALL HOUSE - DRIVEWAY - SHORT TIME LATER Monica stands opposite Quincy. Both are suited up in basketball gear. They stare at each other, ready to go to war. Monica tosses him the ball. MONICA Check. Quincy tosses the ball back. Monica drives. Quincy's knee is maybe at sixty percent and he can't keep up. She scores easily. She walks to the top of the driveway, tosses him the ball. MONICA (cont'd) One, zip. Check. Quincy rubs his scarred knee, then passes it back. The game continues. Monica owns the first five points easily by exploiting Quincy's injury. Monica drives for another lay-up. Quincy suddenly lets go of his fear, leaps and swats her shot. He grabs the rebound and lays it up. He nods intensely, as he grabs the ball and walks back to the top of the key. QUINCY One, five. Check. The game continues and now Quincy has the upper-hand, using his size and strength. He scores seven straight points. The score stays close. It is a sexually-charged battle of wills -- Quincy pulls off his sweat-soaked shirt. Their bodies collide as they wrestle for the ball. Monica yanks off her jersey in frustration. Her ass bumps into his hips as she backs him in. Her hands slide across his chest as she guards him... Finally, the score hits nine, nine. Monica slowly walks to the top of the key. MONICA Nine, up. Point. She tosses Quincy the ball. MONICA (cont'd) Check. Quincy tosses the ball back, drops low on defense. Monica fakes an outside shot and Quincy bites. Monica drives around him. SHE HAS A WIDE-OPEN LAY-UP. SHE PUTS IT UP..AND IT ROLLS OFF THE RIM. Monica can't believe it. Quincy grabs the loose ball and clears it. He stares at Monica as he dribbles in front of her. She stares back. He breaks for the basket. Monica stays with him. He goes up. Monica jumps, desperately tries to block his shot. Quincy dunks on her, knocking her to the ground. He lets go of the rim, and tumbles to the ground also. GAME OVER. Silence. Quincy stares at her. Monica looks back. Then: QUINCY (pointed) All's fair in love and basketball, right? Monica struggles to fight back her tears as she picks herself up. She slowly walks back toward her house. And then: QUINCY (cont'd) Hey. Monica slowly stops, turns. QUINCY (cont'd) Double or nothing. Monica stares at him, wonders if she heard right. Quincy limps to his feet, picks up the ball and holds it out to her. Monica slowly walks back to him. They stare at each other. No more egos, no more bullshit. Just love. In the moonlight, on the blacktop, they kiss... FADE TO BLACK. FADE IN: INT. LOS ANGELES FORUM - NIGHT Music is blasting, banners are waving, crowd is screaming. Magic Johnson sits in a floor seat, watching the game. A REPORTER interviews him. SPORTS REPORTER So, Magic, are you contemplating another comeback? MAGIC (laughs) No more comebacks. Tonight I'm just enjoying being a spectator. Behind him, in a second row seat, a ONE YEAR BLACK GIRL sits in a lap, bouncing, watching feet and legs ballin' on the court. Quincy leans down, gives the little girl a kiss, then looks out at the court. It's the Los Angeles Sparks and the New York Liberty. The WNBA. On the court, the women line up for a free-throw. QUINCY Let's go, McCall! Monica, sporting a uniform with Wright-McCall on the back and the number thirty-two, looks over. Quincy takes their daughter's hand and waves it. QUINCY (cont'd) Go Mommy. Monica smiles back, then steps to the line. The referee tosses her the ball. Monica stares at the basket, then bounces the ball twice, licks her lips and shoots. FADE TO BLACK. "THAT'S GAME" END CREDITS