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Monday, April 3, 2017

THE BALL GAME, SCREENPLAY , OPENING NEW PAGES ADDeD...Daily.

THE BALL GAME
By B.W.



*** Sneak Preview*** With music excised***


















EXT.   FIELD #3 – LONG SHOT

A large crowd of people gather to watch a refreshing new game.  The home dugout is filled with young little leaguers wearing maroon jerseys.  The away dugout is empty and waiting to be filled by a blended group of 10-12 convicts from The Battery,  Buffalo New York’s department of corrections.


EXT.  FIELD #3 – SHORT POV FROM BEHIND HOME PLATE

Tambrandt slaps the microphone on his clipboard as he steps over in front of homeplate to address the massive audience of people who have vested interests in how these convicts will end their day if they can’t remain safe through six innings.


TAMBRANDT


Welcome, All.  Now for most of you this will be the first time you have seen your guy since trial.  They may attempt to appeal to your  kinder side here, given the payout they most likely will receive.  Please let the name tags dictate who gets to stand closest to the sliding gates.  Now, Please, again, we have fixed the trigger gates this season so please, when a prisoner makes an out, do not push the gates.  The locking mechanism will free and the gates will slide open for you.  If you still need approved tools we have tool tents on both sides behind the stands, the sitting area.  New this year is the baby lynx.  It is the weapon that Braveheart used to kill one of the selfish lords…a fine weapon.  It ‘s chain is two feet long and the spike ball is dangerous so do be careful when swinging.  Mind your neighbors, please.   We have had a good run of safety here we like to keep it that way.  If you do not have a vested interests in a convicts demise, please feel free to help out the families that are seeking justice today.  We will be raffling off 6 taser guns - one for each inning.  Please see the three raffle stations and ask Christie Anne if you'd like a hand.


Now, let’s bring out the manager of the Northstar Tigers, the #1 ranked little league team in upstate New York!


EXT.  PRISONER BUS – ARRIVING

Murray, the Warden’s appointed manager stands up and calls out the lineup as the convicts drink beer cans from the two large coolers positioned up front of the blue prison bus.



MURRAY


Okay, here’s the lineup.  Remember, you get a hit…all you need to do is make it to first.   If you try and stretch it out against these kids, you will get a chance to rest but don’t turn a single into an exit.  Those gates open, its only you and that bat you have.


CLARKE

“How far do the tasers fly this time?”


BECKER

“ Tasers go one distance, three feet.  You can use the bat to swipe it and they only sell five of them all game.  Maybe you will get lucky.”


MURRAY

One, Thompson

Two, Berman

Three, Steenbock


Four, Penner


Five, Brushy


Six, Mitchell


Seven,  Maguire


Eight,  Schwartz


Nine,  Goldman


Ten,  Kubricks


Eleven, Russo


Twelve,  Casey


Thirteen, McCann

and last, Clarke.


Good luck, now remember go straight to the dugout or the guards will zap you.

 EXT. LONG SHOT FROM HIGH CENTERFIELD.  MOVING TOWARD HOME PLATE AS THE JAIL BUS ARRIVES AND THE VISUAL OF THE HUGE CROWDS BECOME FRIGHTENING - DAY
The mob of crowd members converge on the bus as it pulls in behind the visitor's dug out, now empty but for one large keg of beer on ice.  The doors swing open and with the crowd wailing and cursing, there are a ew minutes that pass before anyone steps off.  Here, the players fixate their stares at the crowd, most noticing the sad and upset family members they saw in during trial now carrying metal bats, long-knives, machetes, and taser guns.
Russo is the first to move.
RUSSO
Wow, I never thought I would see them again.  Fuck it, I was an all star in little league.
GOLDMAN
Heh, I don't even see anyone related to my murder...this will be easy for me...see, it pays to be female in America boys
Goldman follows Russo off the bus, and the others...eventually follow. 
EXT.  Camera POV of players exiting the bus and getting spit on, drinks and food thrown in their face, enough for all convicts to run like little girls to the dugout.  All except Casey, Kubricks, Steenbock, Mitchell, and Penner.  They appeared cool and calm.  This would be their third time playing the Buffalo Angels in burgundy.
EXT. Long shot from behind the pitchers mound as the Angels have taken the field and are warming up.  Camera zooms into the convict dug-out , showing Maguire tapping the Keg and helps Berman and Brushy by filling their cups.
MAGUIRE
"ooh-ehh!  Looks like we got ourselves some Milwaukee's Beast!  Nothin but the best!"
Food and liquid continue to litter the convicts dugout until Tammbrandt's voice can be heard demanding the pelting to stop or to be escorted away from field 3 entirely.





TITLE:  ORIGINS


EXT.  Medium shot of the final stretch at Belmont.  The horses jump from the gate.



SIEGRIST and KUBRICKS HAVE TO STAND ON THE BENCHES.  ITS STAKES DAY-no room, poor visibility.

SIEGRIST
This is my last $500, Wade, what did you bet? Lemme see yer tickets.

KUBRICKS
I don’t know.  #6 Pancake Sandwich.

SIEGRIST

Ha!  99-1.

The crowd jumps and stirs as the horses race and close in on the final stretch.  Kubrick’s gun falls from his waist when he sees his #2 horse make a move.

KUBRICKS
Here we go, terminator blue, I got you!

Three older black men stand behind Kubricks and Siegrist.  They are too old to stand on the benches.  They complain about seeing the backs of people and no race. As the horses head home for the line, one of black guys gets irritated at the two idiots blocking their view.  He sees the gun drop.  He picks it up.

SIEGRIST

Come on Pantherfox you bastard run!

BLACK MAN 2

Go 4 ! go 4! Get up!

At the finish the 4 horse soars up from wide outside and beats terminator blue to take the million dollar prize.

BLACK MAN 2

I won! I won! Hey!

Kubrick is pissed, he throws his beers and spits on his ticket before ripping it to shreds.

KUBRICKS

I can’t see shit! Just saw a few manes! 
Kubricks notices his gun is missing and he looks back to the guy hollering about the horse that beat his.

SIEGRIST
Hey, good bet!  How much you have on him?

BLACK MAN #2
$2 across the board!!!! Wooo-hee

KUBRICKS sees his gun in Black man 3’s hand, holding it out to return it t him.  Kubricks thanks him, smiles, picks up the revolver and shoots black moon 2 in the back of the head as he waits in the crowd to go cash his chalk winning ticket.




TITLE:  FIRST INNING



EXT.  Close-up of the back of the first batter.  He is a huge, massive man....over300 pounds.  Name on the #14 jersey reads “THOMPSON”



The pitcher sends the first pitch down and Thompson swings and fouls it back.  The crowd has been drinking, too, and they make sure to let the folks with "Thompson" stickers gain prime pole position where the gates slide open.  The second pitch arrives and Thompson smacks a ball down the third base-line.  The third baseman fields it quick, then loses the ball on the transfer to throw.  Thompson, rther than running full blast, looks back and sees the bobble, and trips five feet from first.  3B picks up the ball and whipts it to first.  Thompson picks himself up and dives to first.  The ball is overthrown and Thompson is safe.



TITLE:   THOMPSON

EXT.  Long shot of a swimming pool hosting a swim meet.  The scoreboard reveals a tie meet;

Bay Hills 8
Bay Coast 8

 There’s one relay left.   

Dusk

A gun fires and the first of three swimmers vaults into the shiny, calm , dark blue pool water.

The crowd cheers and the loudest chant is first heard.

BAY COAST HECKLER PARENT A

“Don’t fuck this up Joey, you’re the fucking anchor!”

The heckler was screaming at his son, and Bay coast anchor freestyle, Joe Thompson, undefeated in five years.  This year he faces Lenny Gott, the kid who stole his girlfriend, took her to the prom, and took her virginity, then proposed marriage.

BAY HILLS HECKLER PARENT A

“  Let’s go Rick, we’re winning!”

Joey rips his headphones off and walks over to Lenny who is getting his shoulders massaged like fresh  meat  by his ex-girlfriend of only 6 months ago.

THOMPSON

“EAT SHIT LEN.  WATCH ME WIN NO matter how big the lead.”

LENNY

“Ahhh, thanks Stacy.  That feels better,” he and Stacey both ignore Thomson which infuriates him.


The second unit goes off and Bay Hills team has pulled off a four length lead.

Thompson just stares at Len and Stacey.  He wants them both dead.

BAY HILLS HECKLER PARENT B

“Oh, shit Joey!!  This is all up to you now!   We’re fucked!
The parent argue as Lenny steps up and dives in.  A full four seconds elapse until Joey launches out and immediately he picks up a length on Lenny.  He strokes hard and when they hit the wall Lenny is ahead by only one length.  Clearly, he is a shitty freestyle swimmer.


BAY COAST PARENT HECKLER B

“Oh, what a shit-show  Hess, your son cant swim for shit!  He’s blowing it!


Thompson takes over and proceeds to win by five lengths. 

As Stacy waits for Lenny to sulk in the pool  at his monumental failure,  Thompson walks over, holding a huge five foot long , glowing gold trophy, grabs Lenny by his hair, drags him out of the pool and into Stacey.  Thompson then attacks Lenny, picking him up, flipping him around and performing, of all moves, a real professionally set-up pile driver, impaling Len’’s skull into the wet cement.  Blood burst all over the rest of Len’s team.



ANNOUNCER



“… and his sixth consecutive win at Anchor!  Big Joe Thompson!”



EXT  Field #3 Crowd perspective looking from the stands as the next batter steps up.

#7 slowly steps to the plate. David Berman may be dressed in a baseball uniform, but he does not look like an athlete.

 

ANGRY CROWD HECKLER B

 

“ You murdered my daughter you worthless fuck.  Go ahead try to hit…try to get a-“

 

The pitch came in and the umpire called it as it was

 

UMPIRE

 

Striiiike 1

 

Tambrandt tapped his mike on his clipboard to indicate this could be the first victim.  He is so proud of his code activated, sliding security fence, he wants to make sure it fucking works given all the money it cost.   Tambrandt relaxed as he saw Ronnie Summers counting today’s gate.  $2,000 per person.

 

UMPIRE

 

Baaaall 1

 

The pitcher was young Mike Kotic, and he was not afraid of these guys.  He’s hit 25 convicts so far.  A hit by pitch is a safe trip to first base.

 

Mike hurled in his third pitch and this time Berman swung….he just got a piece of the ball with the tip of the bat, the ball rolled out three feet, Berman dropped his bat and booked it to first.  Andujar Rojas was at catcher and he was chubby and slow.  This was a piece of cake though.  He grabbed the ball and drilled a strike to Jimmy Sebbo at first.

 

TITLE:  WINTERS

 

EXT.  Longshot of a crowded stretch of ocean beach.   Gerry Winter’s wife, Bambi, is a beach bum and she forces him to go on weekends when the sands are packed and it just boils his blood.  After a few cold crisp beers he gets cozy and enjoys himself, though.  Gerry just finished suffering a 100 yard walk carrying an 80 pound Coleman capped with two bags of ice, plus an ice water thermos that weighs 30 pounds.  He is pissed and tired.  The beach is packed and to further irritate him Bambi packed a spot  about 8 feet from some jerk listening to his portable radio.  He is listening to the Yankee game. DAY

BAAMBI

Don’t be a dick, Gerry.  Put your 50 block on and have another beer.  They are cold.  I got your favorite, red dog…or wolf.

 

GERRY

 

Excuse me buddy, could you turn that down a little.  It’s too loud.

 

ANNOYING BEACH RADIO GUY

 

It’s almost over.  Maldonado’s coming in. Games tied!

 

Gerry played soccer, he has no idea what he just said.

 

FADE OUT

 

TITLE   ONE HOUR LATER

 

FADE IN

 

It’s an hour in and still, the radio is playing as the game has reached inning 15.  Gerry cracks beer8.  He’s loosening up and rubbing lotion bambis back.

 

Gerry

Hey pal, your annoying. Turn the game off. No one wins today.

ANNOYING BEACH RADIO GUY

Hey, I’m a cop.  Watch it.

 

Ext.  parking lot – almost sunset.

 

Gerry walks on the pavilion heading toward the car.  He had to listen to 10+ innings of a baseball and the game lasted longer than his beer supply.  He listened to the nobody beats the wiz commercial 20 times.  He is pisssed and h made sure that he and bambi left shortly after the cop who shit on his only day off all week.

 

Gerry

 

Hurry up, girl. Giddy.

 

Bambi

I have to hit the showers and wash off this sand.

 

Gerry

 

I’ll bring the car around

 

The lot was still filled with cars as most afternoon beach folk stay until sunset.  Gerry sense his chance to get this guy.

 

EXT  Zoom shot of the annoying radio guy loading his trunk, taking his time.

 

Gerry jumped in his car and swung it around fast and he was going to enforce his own law today= the law of peace and fucking quiet on the goddamn beach.

 

Gerry steppe on it and rather than throw an empty beer bottle at the guy’s head, the cop lost his balance toweling off his ankles.  He stepped into the path of Gerrys speeding car and Gerry just ht the gas.

Rather than call 911 and report the accident, Gerry noticed no one was in sight.  In a flash he did a lap and ran the prick over a send time just as he held up his hands , stunned reaching for help.  Gerry smiled and yelled at him as he passed.

 

Gerry

Hey!  You deserve it asshole!

 

To his shock Gerry was able to bring the car up to the pavillion, pick up his wife of 15 years, and drive away like a cop himself – keeping the ocean free from assholes with portable radios.

 

Six weeks passed.  Gerry never gave it another thought.

In the middle of week 8, almost two months after the accident, two plainclothes officers knocked down his front door.
 
“… and his sixth consecutive win at Anchor!  Big Joe Thompson!”





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