He who the Son sets free...
He who the Son sets free...
32And ye shall know the truth, and the truth shall make you free.
33They answered him, We be Abraham's seed, and were never in bondage to any man: how sayest thou, Ye shall be made free?
34Jesus answered them, Verily, verily, I say unto you, Whosoever committeth sin is the servant of sin.
35And the servant abideth not in the house for ever: but the Son abideth ever.
36If the Son therefore shall make you free, ye shall be free indeed.
INT: NORTHWEST HIGH SCHOOL-GYM 7am
MONDAY MORNING BASKETBALL PRACTICE- BACK TO SCHOOL:
We FADE INTO a CRANE SHOT to reveal Keith’s team including M.J. running practice ending suicide drills.
THAT’S RIGHT GANG! FINISH STRONG! MAKE
IT BURN! MAKE IT HURT!
“BOOKER T” IN TWO DAYS! TIME TO GO TO WAR!
LAST MAN IN! RUNS AGAIN!
YOU ALL BETTER BEAT THAT OLD FART, COACH M.J.!
The entire team including M.J. finishes together, Keith is pleased.
WAY TO WORK GANG! EVERYBODY GO GRAB
A WATER BOTTLE AND BRING IT IN!
WE PUSH IN FOR A MID SHOT TO REVEAL Keith addressing Chucky Graves nephew……
Yo Q holla at your “old head” after you shower your funky behind up!
You got it Coach!
INT: KEITH’S BASKETBALL OFFICE
ABOUT THIRTY MINUTES LATER……….
CUT TO a MID SHOT shows a sharply dressed Keith sitting regally behind his desk awaiting Q’s arrival.
SFX: KNOCK ON DOOR
COME IN! (beat) What up “young buck” have a seat.
Thanks Coach, what’s the deally Yo?
I need to holla at your Uncle.
But dig this, give him these digits, (beat) it’s from
one of the disposable joints I got at his tech-store,
have him hit me at 8:00 am tomorrow. Tell him to use a
Dang Coach what up wit’ all the secret agent type thing,
I know this ain’t all about my big young boy cousin down
at St. Nicks? Boy just thirteen and already 6-8,
I wish I was long like that!
It’s grown folk business, but feel me on this,
after you make contact with your Uncle Chuck for me,
stay out of North Philly. Anyway I am kickin out
$1,500 a month for you, Stick and the Gambian boys
to stay in that big house on Stenton Ave., so
keep your black behinds in Mt.Airy! Feel me?
Keith unlocks the top desk drawer of his desk, and pulls out a large manila envelope filled with five thousand dollars and hands it to Q.
That’s five G’s, two for you, and one a piece for
your knucklehead roommates. (beat) By the way how
is your Moms?
(eyes go wide)
Good looking out Coach! (beat) Oh yeah my Uncle sent my
Mom and my little brotha’ and sista’ down south cause our
auntie is real sick. Lucky little chumps get to
miss school and everything.
Down south huh? That Uncle Chuck of yours is a good man
(beat) Q, ON THE STRENGTH HAVE YOUR UNCLE
CALL ME! (beat) Now go get yourself a big breakfast before
You got it Coach.
DISSOLVE: INTO CLOCK REFLECTING 24-HOUR TIME CHANGE………
INT: KEITH’S BASKETBALL OFFICE
THE NEXT MORNING 8:00AM SHARP
DISSOLVE INTO A CLOSE UP that exposes Keith sitting at his desk indulging himself with the “breakfast of champions” after basketball practice. He is finishing off a gram of cocaine and then takes a long drink from a full bottle of GRAY GOOSE VODKA. Keith believes this will steady his nerves before……
SFX: DISAPOSABLE CELL PHONE RINGS
What up Chuck, thanks for hittin’ me.
No doubt Coach, we family, (beat) You looking out for
Q. (beat) Yo Coach me and that youngin’s Moms grew up in a
foster crib together, she practically raised my
Tanya is good people.
The best, but what’s up Coach, I know you didn’t want me to
“hit you” just so we can rap about my twisted up childhood!
This gotta’ be about my big boy down St. Nicks,
you know he’s all yours if you want him.
Actually my brother this has nothing to do with basketball.
Not about basketball and we using disposables, (beat)
what’s on your mind Coach?
C, you know I frequent your enemy’s place quite often
Yeah ya’ll ran ball together back when I was a freshman at
State, and ya’ll niggas’ still owe me ten G’s for
getting ya’ll butts busted by Florida in the final four!
Keith, and Chucky share a laugh together.
My fault Dog, I had an off night, but dig the move Chuck,
know the boy T is tryin’ to get at you. Tryin’ to
take what’s yours and I ain’t feelin that Dog (beat)
so I’ll get right to the point. Chucky I know this
kid’s whole security set up, I’ll make
a blueprint for you and highlight the spots of
vulnerability for you.
Because I need to set me, and my family free.
Coach, feel me on this, when Q told me you wanted me to
“hit you” on a disposable cell phone, using a disposable
myself, I knew you was ready to try to put dookie in
the game between me and T (beat) but dig me Coach,
this ain’t your fight!
But this devil gotta die Yo!
Coach, no disrespect (beat) but I don’t know what
that nigga’ T got on you, but Coach you better than that.
Me and that nigga’ we ain’t got no choice (beat)
cause this the life we chose. But Coach you better than us;
you be helpin’ kids (beat) Plus you don’t want nobody’s
blood on your hands, not even a rotten bastard like T.
(beat) Believe me I got enough of it on my hands,
and you don’t want it. (beat) Sometime it makes
it hard for a nigga’ to get a good night’s sleep.
I feel what your sayin’ (beat) I ain’t had a
good night sleep in weeks.
Somthin’ tells me I don’t even want to know what’s got you
losin’ sleep Coach, but it don’t take a “brain surgeon”
to figure out it got somethin’ to do with why we
havin' this conversation. (beat) Look Coach you just
keep takin' care of my nephew, and the rest of them kids,
and I’ll send T straight to Hell way before the both of
us get there.
Watch your back C, that nigga is as treacherous as they
SFX: CELL PHONES BEEPS OFF
PUSH IN TO CLOSE UP of Keith staring down at the mirror that he was just snorting cocaine from. He pounds his fist in disgust. The mirror shatters into pieces. Keith begins to weep. We now see a distorted figure of Keith, reflected through the broken, cocaine and blood covered mirror.
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