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Updated on May 3, 2011

The Money Changers...

The Money Changers...

Matthew 21

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.

                          M.J.

Who does Ronnie think he is trying to put our

business out on the street, like his fat butt is

baby fresh clean!

                         KEITH

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.

                         M.J.

                       Word!

                        JAKE

                     True that!

                         KEITH

(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.

                      JAKE

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.

                       KEITH

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

                                    (innocence)

                                    Yes Coach?

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.

                                      KEITH

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.

                                      KEITH

HANDS UP GANG! SEE THE SHOOTERS! ONE

STOP HERE GANG! ONE STOP!

THE CROWD

(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.

                                 KEITH

(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.

                  KEITH (CONT’D)

         (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.

                      KEITH (CONT’D)

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.

                        KEITH (CONT’D)

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.

                           KEITH (CONT’D)

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:

                     COACH JENKINS

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.

                            KEITH

(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?

                      COACH JENKINS

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!

                               KEITH

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:

                                  KEITH

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.

                             M.J.

Don’t worry Black that tub of lard is on the first

thing smoking back to La La land tomorrow.

                            JAKE

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.

                            KEITH

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.

                                  M.J.

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!

                                  JAKE

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.

                                  KEITH

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

the league.

                                       JAKE

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.

                                          M.J.

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.

                                KEITH

                          (harsh whisper)

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.

                                        M.J.

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

good guy.

                                       JAKE

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.

                                        KEITH

To Hell with you two heartless bastards!

You know I hate you both when you double-team

me like this.

                                            M.J.

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?

                                                    KEITH

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!

                                            JAKE

                                  (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.

                                               KEITH

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!

                                                 M.J.

                                                (livid)

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.

                                                  KEITH

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:

 

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