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The Money Changers...
The Money Changers...
12And Jesus went into the temple of God, and cast out all them that sold and bought in the temple, and overthrew the tables of the moneychangers, and the seats of them that sold doves,
INT. NORTHWEST HIGH SCHOOL GYM- 9:00 PM DECEMBER 28th
We CRANE into the MADDNESS that is the GAMETIME tournament. Northwest High School Warriors boy’s basketball team is about to tip-off against Los Angeles California’s national powerhouse St. Luke’s Prep in the tournament’s first round. Continue CRANING as we observe the electric pre game activities with music from DMX setting the stage for this “URBAN WARFARE”! Cheerleaders are dancing directly in front of Keith and his two volunteer assistant coaches; life long friends Michael “M.J.” Scatterwood and Jacob “Jake the Snake” Weinstein. As the teams warm up, Keith and his coaching staff have “pre-war” banter on their bench.
Who does Ronnie think he is trying to put our
business out on the street, like his fat butt is
baby fresh clean!
That old, fat fart is always trying to come off like
he’s all about the kids and their education;
we all know St. Luke’s academics are viscous.
He went straight to Compton to get those two guards.
(building up to a pre-game rage)
Now that punk Ronnie keeps bragging about the average
SAT score on his squad is 1480, and they even let that
big Asian kid in school too! AND I BET HIS
CHINESE BUTT CAN’T SPEAK A WORD OF ENGLISH!
TO HELL WITH RONNIE WE’RE BUSTIN’ HIS BEHIND BY
TWENTY TONIGHT! SNAKE BRING ‘EM IN!
Jake yells in his coach’s voice that raises above all the noise in the gym.
LETS GO GANG! BRING IT IN!
We Track as the Northwest H.S. team heeds coach Snake’s voice, and jog towards the locker room.
CUT TO: INT: LOCKER ROOM
CUT TO a LONG SHOT of Keith standing in front of a blackboard that reads THIS IS WAR! His team is seated, ready to listen intently to their coach’s pre game sermon.
Men, if I have to tell you how important this game is, in
regards to us showing the entire nation that the North-
west High School Warriors have the best basketball program
in the land…If I have to stand here in front of you
and give you guys a big RA RA speech; then----
RADEME “BIG RA” NJIE
The boys burst into laughter, M.J. and Jake shake their heads in disgust knowing Keith is about to explode on their 7ft.-1in. 235lbs. Gambia, West African imported center.
NOT YOU! YOU IDIOT! YOU HAVE BEEN
HERE FOR FOUR YEARS AND YOU STILL DON’T HAVE
A CLUE! COACH M.J., COACH SNAKE, BREAK
IT DOWN TO THEM!
M.J. and Jake go over the pre-game strategy with the team as they do before every game. Keith storms out of the locker room and walks across the hall into his office, where he will lock the door and get his “edge” with a few pre-game lines of cocaine as he does before every home game. Keith loves home games.
DISSOLVE:INT. NORTHWEST H.S. GYM- 14 SECONDS LEFT IN THE FIRST HALF ST.LUKE’S PREP vs. NORTHWEST H.S.
DISSOLVE into a CRANE SHOT to reveal the scoreboard; St Luke’s is winning 34 to 29 and Keith is livid. TRACK to show that St. Luke point guard has the ball and is patiently dribbling across half court, he is holding up three fingers setting up his team for the one final shot of the half.
HANDS UP GANG! SEE THE SHOOTERS! ONE
STOP HERE GANG! ONE STOP!
(chanting, stomping their feet.)
DEFENSE! DEFENSE! DEFENSE!
Continue TRACKING to show the St. Luke’s point guard effortlessly put up a beyond NBA range 3pt. shot directly in the face of Northwest’s point guard, Quentin Shabazz. The shot hits nothing but net! Halftime Score; St. Luke 37-Northwest 29. OH SNAP!
CUT TO: INT: LOCKER ROOM-HALF TIME
CUT TO TRACKING of Keith’s movement in SLOW MOTION as he enters the locker room last. His coaching staff and players wait for his tirade in silence.
(standing in front of blackboard)
You guys disgust me; you make me sick to my stomach.
Q, you and Stick are straight up cowards. You let two punk
niggas’ from CALI-FREAKIN-FORNIA come in our house and
run up on you like two crack ho’s on the corner.
(beat)You are both a disgrace to North Philly; I am ashamed
of you both.
Keith shakes his head in disgust.
(berates his two African players)
Ra and Pa, to think I caught Malaria and almost
died. I almost left my wife a widow and caused
my two baby girls to be raised fatherless! All because I
went to Gambia so I could help you two black behinds come
to the United States,(beat) so you could both have a
chance at having a decent life!
Keith walks up to Rademe and Pa who are sitting next to each other and leans down one inch from their faces, he begins yelling at them without mercy.
AND THIS IS HOW YOU REPAY ME! (beat)
WHEN YOU BOTH KNOW IF I LEFT YOU TWO
BLACK BEHINDS IN GAMBIA YOU WOULD BE
SELLING YOUR BODIES TO OLD DRIED UP RICH
EUROPEAN TOURIST! NOW DON’T MESS WITH ME! OR YOU
WILL BOTH BE ON A ONE WAY FLIGHT BACK TO GAMBIA
FIRST THING IN THE STINKIN’ MORNING!
Keith returns to the blackboard, he struggles to compose himself; then addresses his team.
This is what we are going to do, screw the zone!
We’re going man to man full court pressure on defense,
the entire second half on every possession.
Forget the offensive sets. If you want to score
the basketball you better take the ball
from them and box the hell out and out rebound
them! Then we’rerunning on offense; that’s right we’re
going straight16th streeton these cowards! Yeah that’s
right we’re out! (beat) I want these punks to
have nightmares about us. I want these California
sun and surf sissies, to have to seek therapy ten
years from now because of what we did to them here
tonight! You show them no grace. You show them no
mercy. You show them no remorse!
A CLOSE UP exposes that Keith has been genuinely overtaken with emotion as if a man possessed. He has become completely obsessed with not only beating St. Luke’s, but also humiliating them. Keith’s coaching staff and his entire team are mesmerized. The St. Luke’sboy’s basketball team was about to experience 16 minutes of pure Hell.
Fella’s you have to begin to understand that you are MEN!
YOU WILL NEVER BE LITTLE BOYS AGAIN! THERE
WILL ALWAYS BE SOMEONE OUT THERE TRYING
TO TAKE WHAT IS YOURS! THERE WILL ALWAYS
BE SOMEBODY THAT WANTS TO TAKE YOU DOWN!
YOU ARE THE BEST HIGH SCHOOL BASKETBALL
TEAM ON THE ENTIRE PLANET EARTH! ST LUKE
WANTS TO TAKE AWAY EVERTHING YOU GUYS HAVE
WORKED FOR!, SWEATED FOR!, PUTTING UP WITH ALL
MY CRAZY CRAP DAY IN AND DAY OUT!, THE OFF-
SEASON WORKOUTS!, THE SUMMER LEAGUES!, THE
BASKETBALL CAMPS! WHAT THE HELL IS IT ALL FOR!?
(beat) I AM CHALLENGING EVERY LAST ONE OF YOU TO
PROVE TO YOURSELVES WHAT I ALREADY KNOW ABOUT
YOU! YOU ARE THE BEST HIGH SCOOL BASKETBALL
TEAM IN THE NATION! NOW BRING IT IN!
TRACKING shows that Keith’s team is on fire now! They yell out a LETS GO! The team then joins their coaches with an “every hand in the circle war chant”. The entire team yells together at the top of their lungs WARRIORS! Keith could sell ice to the Eskimos and he knows it.
INT. NORTHWEST H.S. GYM
DISSOLVE into the scoreboard revealing the final 25 seconds of the game with the score Northwest High School 81-St. Luke Prep 59. Northwest is still set up in a man-to-man full court press. Keith has played his starting five the entire game.Northwest has just stolen the ball again. Quentin Shabazz sets up “Big Ra” with a dazzling ally oop pass, who throws down a monstrous slam dunk with under 10 seconds to play! The Northwest fans go wild! The final score is Northwest 83 St. Luke 59. Mission accomplished.Keith and Coach Ronnie Jenkins shake hands after the game.
MUSIC-DMX IN BACKGROUND:
You didn’t have to run up the score; what were
trying to prove man?
Keith leans into Coach Jenkins as if to give him a friendly after game embrace.
(speaking in a harsh whisper)
And you don’t need to run around bad mouthing my
program, like you’re a saint or something.
What’s up with that Ronnie?
That’s bullcrap Keith and you know it, you must have a
guilty conscience or something! (beat) And that’s Coach
Jenkins to you, jerk!
You and your sorry team are out of here first thing in
the morning,(beat)it was nice knowing you loser!
Keith abruptly turns and walks away from Coach Jenkins. Keith and his coaching staff exit the gym in regal splendor acknowledging their adoring crowd as if they are an ancient emperor and his two loyal generals.
DISSOLVE: DMX MUSIC FADES OUT:
MUSIC-ERIC CLAPTON’S- “COCAINE” FADES IN: AFTER ST. LUKE’S GAME
INT. KEITH’S BASKETBALL OFFICE
DISSOLVE into Keith, M.J. and Snake snorting huge amounts of cocaine; each with rolled up one hundred dollar bills from a very large mirror at Keith’s desk. They each drink iced cold GREY GOOSE vodka directly from the bottles. There are fine Cuban cigars burning slowly in fine crystal ashtrays. It is now time to talk business…
MUSIC FADES OUT:
First things first M, when you head into the office in the
morning have one of the girls change St. Luke’s flight from
January 2nd to tomorrow as early as possible, that
faggot Ronnie has got to go. I swear to Go…. SEE THAT PUNK
ALMOST MADE ME BLASPHEME AGAINST ALL MIGHTY GOD! (beat)
I swear if he sticks around to the end of the tourney
and tries to hang out with us at T’s on New Years Eve,
I would end up hurting that fat bastard.
Don’t worry Black that tub of lard is on the first
thing smoking back to La La land tomorrow.
I told you guys back when we started the tournament that
Ronnie Jenkins is a stinkin’ choir boy, did I not tell you
two geniuses that.
You sure did Snake, I just figured the guy was old
school, but that he would get itby now. The only reason
why we invited him was because the guy has been out
there for like twenty years, winning big time. Him bringing
his boys out here gave us the cred we needed back then.
Yeah, well we don’t need that old, fat-fart for
anything now, so screw him! Anyway he was always happy
as a queer in boys-town when he would come out here;
all expenses paid for an entire week, and beat the
crap out of us!
Yeah that butt-wipe wasn’t griping and moaning when
they won it all, those first couple of years;
I still remember the look on his fat face back in the
third year when BIG RA was in ninth grade.
It was at the welcome breakfast and he saw
BIG RA standing up at the buffet table, he had this look
like oh crap, he really is 7-1.
The “Three Musketeers” have a good hard laugh at coach Ronnie Jenkins expense. They then continue drinking vodka, smoking cigars, and snorting cocaine.
Which brings us to the next order of business;
what do we do with the big dummy. When we first brought
him over we thought the kid would help us win
basketball games, which he has done, and then go
on to get a college education; A win-win situation.(beat)
BUT THIS KID REALLY IS AS DUMB AS A PUMKIN! (beat)
It’s like we’re forced to send him straight to
I don’t see where we have a choice in the matter. Anyway I
talked with David yesterday, and he says the
big kid is definitely a lottery pick this year.
David is the best sports agent on the planet,
and he wants to represent our big kid now.
Keith this one is a no brainer.
Black you said it yourself; Rademe has been in one of your
English classes for the past four years, and he’s
just not a smart kid, but Pa has been here for
only a few months and he’s already making
straight A’s. You know the deal man
some people are students, some aren’t.
Yeah, and it’s not as if the kid is a
seventeen-year-old boy; (beat) he’s
a twenty-two year old full-grown man. It’s just Coach keeps
calling me, he wants Ra desperately, he said he would even
PROP 52 the kid and foot the bill for his education
the first year. Knowing that after the second year
Ra would be heading to the league, and he would only
get one year out of him.
Keith, (beat) and you know I only call you Keith
when I am serious about something. (they laugh)
Brother lets be real about this thing.
Jake and I know you love coach Delaney. The man
did a lot for you, Bonnie, and the girls when they
were babies. (beat) But Keith, we’re businessmen, we have changed
kids birth certificates; we’re doing the thing with
T down in Mexico, we just can’t go soft, and
miss a hell of an opportunity for GAMETIME.
Not just because your college basketball coach is a
He’s right Black, but you already know that.
Anyway who knows? If coach doesn’t retire soon maybe
we’ll give him Pa. What’s Pa twenty now?
He’ll be twenty-three when he gets out of Northwest,
maybe will send him Pa for a year, if he’s still coaching.
To Hell with you two heartless bastards!
You know I hate you both when you double-team
me like this.
Screw that, you just hate us when we’re right
and you’re wrong. Plus the kid’s going to be a
multi- millionaire in like six months from
now.(beat)So how are we screwing his life up?
M you can be quite the white man sometimes, but you make a
very valid point my brotha. (beat)Man this is going
to be huge for GAMETIME, one of our kids is about
to be a NBA lottery pick straight out of high school,
now that’s major!
(mood turns serious)
Now that you have seen the light brother Keith, I got some
whacked out mess that we need to deal with, and
deal with now. (beat) Yesterday I got a call in my office;
it was a kid reporter from the “JOURNAL”, a piece of crap
named Pete Kowalski. (beat)He starts asking
questions about our operation in Mexico.(beat)
Crazy garbage about slave labor, and sweatshops
down there making our gear.(beat)The little cracker even
had the audacity to ask if GAMETIME is connected
to Mr. Tyrone “T” Johnson, beyond the fact that
I am his attorney. Idiot questions like that,
I told him to go to Hell.
Where’s this moron from Mars? If he were any kind of
real Philly journalist, his dumb behind would know that
I grew up with that rotten bastard T, and we played
college ball together.(beat)Freak of nature idiot reporter!
So what! We pay our Mexican employees seventy-five cents
an hour, and T gives them all the free blow those
wetbacks can hoover up! Just to do a little sewing,
sounds like a sweet deal to me. That stupid pollock
needs to take a closer look at his paycheck. It’s
signed William Scatterwood. (beat- then smirks)
Uncle Billy has always been my favorite uncle.
Stupid fool (beat) simply does not know who he is messing with.
The “Three Musketeers” shake their head in disgust, and continue to get high in silence as only a refrain from ERIC CLAPTON’S-“COCAINE” plays in the background. We hear “SHE DON’T LIE, SHE DON’T LIE, SHE DON’T LIE, COCAINE” MUSIC FADE OUT: CUT BACK TO: