Come on, Hunt....You know Bros ain't
serious....He just like to joke....It was a close
game and you threw your best....Come on, I'm
gonna buy you a link sandwich. I got some money....
I'm not hungry, Big B. I don't know whether I
will ever pitch again.
Don't ever say that! You're too good to say that,
Hunt...Those boys were good if they beat you.....
THREE CUSTOMERS comes out of the BARBECUE PLACE with orders in their hands.
BIG B and HUNT are still sitting on the bench. HUNT has a stone face look. BIG B is
trying to snap him out of it.
What about going to the canteen tonight?....I'll
ask your mother, can you go...
HUNT yells out.
BIG B! I don't feel like doing nothing!
I was just trying to cheer my friend up---I didn't
I'm sorry, I didn't mean to holler at you......
MS. MAE sticks her head out the door.
I didn't know you all were sitting out here.....And
Hunt quit pouting over one game....It's not the
end of the world......
Ms. Mae...Can Hunt go to the Canteen with me
this evening at Fennigan Park?
Just be careful--and Hunt, you be back before
But I didn't---
He will, Ms. Mae.....
MS. MAE closes the screen door and goes back inside the place.
INT. FENNIGAN PARK GYM-CANTEEN-NIGHT
BLACK YOUNG GIRLS and BOYS are dancing on the floor. They are swinging out to
the music. BIG B is snapping his fingers in the corner. HUNT is standing and watching
folks dance. HUNT turns to leave. BIG B grabs him by the arm.
Now where do you think you going, huh? Listen,
BROS HENRY comes out the office. He looks over the dancers and beck for HUNT.
HUNT walks in the office. BROS HENRY closes the door.
BROS HENRY hands HUNT a box. HUNT looks surprise.
HUNT opens the box. He pulls out a little white doll.
I don't understand, Bros...I don't play with dolls...
Oh no! You fool me then, cause the way you
cried like a baby the other night, I thought I
would buy you a doll, Cry Baby!
HUNT throws the doll down and bursts out the office.
EXT. BASEBALL BLEACHERS-FULL MOON
HUNT goes to the baseball bleachers and sit alone, staring out at the baseball diamond. He
doesn't like the idea of BROS calling him a Cry Baby. His eyes are full of tears. THE OLD
MAN is sitting at the end of the bleachers. HUNT doesn't see him in the dark.
THE OLD MAN
(in the dark)
HUNT jumps up and looks around.
(looks toward the old man)
THE OLD MAN walks into the moonlight for HUNT to see him.
The Old Man? Is that you?....What are you doing
THE OLD MAN takes a seat on one of the bleachers.
THE OLD MAN
Out there on the field and a full moon, it takes me
back when I was around your age especially after
a game I lost...Just the smell of the grass made me
want to play ball forever. I hated for the season to
You mean, you didn't wanna quit and walk away
forever like I feel right now?....
THE OLD MAN
(touches Hunt on the shoulder)
Quit! Because of a lost?! Revenge, yeah...but
never quit....Losing is a challenge for you to come
back. If it wasn't for losing, it wouldn't be any
challenge, Hunt---I gotta go, it's past my bed time.
THE OLD MAN gets up and as he walks away, he is singing.
THE OLD MAN
'Take me out to the ball game. Take me out with
the crowd,---buy me some peanuts and cracker
jacks. I don't care if we never get back.'
HUNT sits for awhile and stares out at the baseball field.
(rushes up to Hunt)
Hunt! I've been looking all night for you! Come
on. It's almost twelve! What're you doing out here
I was talking to my friend, The Old Man.....
Old Man?!....Are you all right?
Come on...I'll tell you about it on the way home.....
INT. BROS HENRY OFFICE-FENNIGAN PARK CENTER-MORNING
MR. WALKER, coach of PHILLIS WHEATLEY HIGH SCHOOL BASEBALL TEAM
is discussing the possibility of HUNT coming to his school. BROS HENRY is listening.
Listen, Bros...We need this kid. Do you know
how many games we win a year?!
(holds up his finger)
Every high school baseball team loves to see
Wheatley baseball team step out on the field
because they know it's one in the win column for
Listen...The kid is not going cross town to Yates
High school. His mother is a Wheatley
graduate....Stop biting your finger nails over
this....Go home and relax Frank....Hunt will be at
Wheatley High next year, I promise.
EXT. BASKETBALL COURT-MORNING
HUNT is sitting watching a group of his friends play basketball. BRADY goes up for a lay
up and comes down. He twists his ankle. He is rolling around on the ground.
Dog! Twisted my ankle!
You all right, Brady?
BRADY gets up and limps off the court. OTHER PLAYERS just stand there looking as
he goes over to the bench and sits down.
Are we gonna finish the game or what?
We short a person--unless lefty here not afraid of
hurting his pitching arm....Uh, Hunt?
HUNT walks on the court.
Shut up and take the ball out!
HUNT steals the throw in and shoots a long shot that hits nothing but net.
Whew! Hunt. Did you curve that in the nets! Ya'll
didn't know Hunt is awesome on the court?.....
HUNT takes the ball out. He throws the ball in and on a give back, he split two defenders
for a lay-up.
HUNT walks off the court as BRADY continues to laugh at the DEFENDING KIDS.
(puts on his shirt)
I gotta go....I got some work to do...See ya'll
HUNT takes off walking down the street.
You see, boys. He is a very good pitcher, but
basketball--he's pretty good too.
BRADY laughs as the DEFENDING KIDS down their heads.
EXT. FENNIGAN PARK-BASEBALL BLEACHERS-EVENING
HUNT is sitting in the bleachers. He is looking at the seams of the baseball. He twists his
wrist back and forth. A stray dog comes up to HUNT. The DOG stares at the baseball as
HUNT continues to twist his wrist, demonstrating different ways to throw the curve and
sinker. The DOG barks. HUNT gets up and pats the dog on the head. HUNT runs out to
the pitcher's mound. The DOG is right behind him. He steps on the pitching rubber as the
dog stands next to him. HUNT stares at home plate, winds up and throws home. The DOG
runs after the ball, picks it up with his mouth and runs back to HUNT. HUNT takes the
ball from his mouth.
(pets the dog)
That's a good boy! Good catcher! What's your
The DOG barks twice...
I'll just call you Barky...
HUNT throws the ball to home plate and BARKY retrieves it.
EXT. FRONT PORCH-HUNT COUSIN'S HOUSE-EVENING
HUNT is walking around the corner to his COUSIN WILTON'S house. WILTON is a
young musician and he plays in the middle school band. HUNT attends the same school.
HUNT walks up on the porch, sits down on the steps and waits until WILTON finishes his
Hunt....How you doing Cous?! Where's your Sax
Aint Sallie gave you. You were pretty good.....
Yeah...I know--but I love sports better. Now you,
Sample, Wayne and Nesbit, ya'll going
places....Ya'll had everybody rocking in the
assembly last semester. Anyway I just stop by
when I heard you playing. I gotta go cut the
yard---you know my allowance.
WILTON laughs as HUNT walks back to his house around the corner. WILTON continues
to play his Sax.
INT. HUNT'S HOUSE-EVENING
HUNTS walks in the back door. He is playing around with the baseball. He goes in the
fridge, pours him a glass of milk. Suddenly two girls, HELEN and DELORES, his two
sisters jump from behind the kitchen door. HUNT jumps and spills milk on his clothes.
HELEN AND DELORES
You thought you were going to get rid of your
sisters for the whole summer---fool you didn't we?
Betcha didn't mention our names all summer. Did
(puts glass on table)
No! I didn't because ya'll woulda nagged me all
summer, just like you doing now. Anyway I
thought Big Mama was gonna keep ya'll in Hot
Springs all summer.
HUNT grabs a paper towel from the table and wipes the spill milk off his clothes.
It's Delores's fault. If she hadn't swatted Big
Daddy's head with that fly swatter, thinking she
saw a fly, we would still be there. I think Big
Daddy was just fed up with the nagging too. So
here we are, brother.
I was just getting over losing the championship
game---and now this...
Well, you just going to have to put up with us for
the rest of the summer, baseball player....
Now, don't you worry. We won't tell Mama you
got a girlfriend.....
DELORES and HELEN laugh as they rush out the kitchen. HUNT just stands there
shaking his head at his nosy sisters.
EXT. BACK ALLEY-RALSTON DRUG STORE-MID MORNING
A GROUP OF OLD MEN are playing dominoes in the alley behind RALSTON DRUG
STORE. They are loud as the dominoes slam on the plywood table. ONE MAN pulls out
of his back pocket, a half pint of Gin and takes a big swallow. He frowns as he gulps it
down. The OLD MAN name is WALLY, HUNT'S UNCLE.
(wipes his forehead)
Whew! That stings!
That straight Gin gonna take you to your grave
one day, Wally.....Give me fifteen.....
DOMINO PLAYER slams the domino on the table.
(laughs as he holds a domino up)
Uh, uh! Not this tough old man! And twenty five
on 'your you know what!'
UNCLE WALLY slams the domino on the table.
EXT. ACROSS THE STREET FROM RALSTON DRUGS
HUNT is crossing the street.
UNCLE WALLY sees HUNT coming toward him as he smiles.
Domino! Give me what you got!....
UNCLE WALLY total the numbers on the dominoes.....
Give me thirty!....
HUNT walks up to UNCLE WALLY. He's squeezing a tennis ball.
Hey, boy! Now this is gonna be a major leaguer
one day....Have ya'll seen this young boy pitch?
The Men all grab the dominoes after the OTHER MAN finishes shuffling them. They nod
their heads as they peep at their domino hands.....
(squeezing the ball)
How you doing Uncle Wally? It's not good to
build me up like that.....
Ya'll, he just shy, but on the mound, he's meaner
than a scared cat.....Why you squeezing that
tennis ball?....The last person I saw do that was
Lefty Moneywell. He sure could thump that ball.....
(turns to leave)
I gotta go, Uncle Wally.....
UNCLE WALLY goes in his pocket and pulls out a dollar bill....
Wait! Take this and go buy you a big scoop of
vanilla ice cream across the street. Cool off...It's
hot out here...
HUNT turns and takes the money from UNCLE WALLY.
Thanks Uncle Wally!
HUNT takes off running...
Now that's my boy....If we live long enough, we
all gonna be reading about my nephew...Yeah
sir....Give me twenty five!
UNCLE WALLY slams the domino on the table.
EXT. GENEVA'S ICE CREAM PARLOR-NOON
HUNT is sitting in a booth alone, eating a big scoop of ice cream. SUSAN walks in the
door with a pair of shorts on. HUNT almost drops the ice cream as he stares at her. She
doesn't see him. Her back is to him. The YOUNG GIRL behind the counter comes over to
THE YOUNG GIRL
(leans against the counter)
May I help you?!.....
(looks at the different flavors)
Give me a scoop of vanilla and strawberry.
HUNT kind of clears his throat, trying to get SUSAN attention. She still doesn't
acknowledge the sound.
THE YOUNG GIRL
(hands her the ice cream)
Here you go......
SUSAN hands her twenty five cents. She turns to leave and spots HUNT sitting alone in
the corner eating ice cream. SUSAN smiles and walks toward HUNT.
(stands up near booth)
What are you doing sitting here all alone? I didn't
see you when I came in.....
(squeezing his tennis ball)
I saw you, and you look so good, I just wanted to
Hunt, quit your flirting, you are embarrassing me.....
Why don't you sit down and eat your ice cream.
By the time you get home in this hot weather, it
will all be melted.
SUSAN pauses for a moment and then agrees.
You right. So you still love the game of baseball.
I haven't seen you since the time my little nosy
cousins bother you on the way home....
SUSAN scoops up a spoon of ice cream and gentle puts it in her mouth.
(downs his head)
Just trying to recover from a big lost we had....But
I'm okay now. What about you?.....
(smiles as takes a bite of ice cream)
Well...I've just been sitting around listening to
music with my cousins...and waiting for school to
start....I'm going to be a majorette when I get to
Wheatley next year.
I think I'm going to Wheatley next year too......
(ready to leave)
Listen...uh I gotta go...My silly little cousins are
waiting on me...We are practicing on some new
HUNT gets up too.
I was just getting ready to leave too. I'll walk you
half way...I do like to be a gentleman....
Okay....But only half way...Those little silly cousin
will tease me all day if they see you.....
HUNT and SUSAN leave GENEVA'S ICE CREAM PARLOR.
EXT. FENNIGAN PARK-BASEBALL FIELD-EVENING
HUNT is on the pitcher's mound. BIG B is behind the plate. BROS HENRY is teaching
HUNT some new throwing moves to third base and second base. HUNT goes through his
usual wind up with men on base.
(goes through the motion)
Now, a lefty can fake to third as long as he is not
on the pitching rubber, same goes for second....
BROS HENRY fakes to third base and quickly motion a throw to first, like trying to catch
the man off first....
You got that? Sometimes you can catch that man
sleeping on first. It's a long shot....
HUNT imitates. He stretches, pause, steps off the pitcher's rubber, fakes to third and
throws to first base where BIG B is standing to catch it.
Good! Perfect! That will keep the base runners
honest when they know you are up to tricks on
HUNT does it again and again....
Let's try second now....
BROS HENRY steps up on the mound. He stretches like a left hander, takes feet off
rubber and do a 360 degree turn and throws to second base....
Your turn, Hunt.....
BIG B moves over to second base to catch the throw. HUNT steps up on the mound. He
goes through his stretch and pauses. He steps off the rubber, does a 360 degree turn and
fires to second base....
(swiping the base)
Now sometimes I will call for the center fielder to
sneak up behind the runner and cover second base
for the throw---that's a long shot. But sometimes
you can catch the runners sleeping--take
advantage--you are a lefty...Lefties are all ways
tricky on the mound....I gotta go attend to some
BROS HENRY turns to leave the baseball field.
Thank me later when you make Wheatley's
BROS HENRY disappears beyond the bleachers.
(pounding in his glove)
You ready to go to lunch. I can smell Ms. Mae's
(steps back on the mound)
Let's go through this one more time...
BIG B doesn't like the idea as he slowly gets in position at first base.
(shakes his head)
Aw man! We gonna be out here all day!
BIG B and HUNT are walking down the street eating barbecue.
(digging in the bag)
Boy, these regulars taste better than the good
HUNT is sucking on the bones. He throws them away and digs in the bag for more. Three
dogs comes running up the street and fight over the bones.....
TWO MEN are running toward BIG B and HUNT. ONE MAN has a gun in his hand......
He has a gun!
(holds on to the bag)
Come on, let's hide behind these bushes.
BIG B and HUNT hide in the bushes. ONE MAN is running for his life. They pass the
bushes....THE FEARFUL MAN slips and falls. He is so scared, he starts running on his
knees. The OTHER MAN catches him from behind.....
Man! Please don't kill me!
THE OTHER MAN
(puts the gun to the man's head)
Why did you shoot into my house last night?!.....
Man! It wasn't me! Please man! Don't--
THE OTHER MAN pulls the trigger....
THE FEARFUL MAN holds his heart, thinking he is shot...The gun is empty as the other
man clicks it again.
THE OTHER MAN
(looks at the gun)
You lucky this time!
THE OTHER MAN hits THE FEARFUL MAN up side the head with the butt of the gun.
He turns him loose. THE FEARFUL MAN takes off running down the street....THE
OTHER MAN turns and walks down the street in a different direction. BIG B and HUNT
come out of hiding eating their barbecue regulars....
(sucking on a bone)
That scared cat was lucky.....
EXT. FENNIGAN PARK-BLEACHERS-EVENING
THE OLD MAN is sitting staring out at the baseball field. THE OLD MAN leans back to
rest his back. He doses off to sleep. He has a baseball in his left hand. BARKY comes up
to THE OLD MAN. He barks for him to throw the ball, but THE OLD MAN doesn't move.
BARKY takes the ball from his hand with his mouth. He runs and turns to THE OLD
MAN, but no response. BARKY runs to home plate and drops the ball, looking for THE
OLD MAN to respond. BARKY lays down on home plate and whines.
EXT. PARADISE CEMETERY-MORNING-GRAVE SITE-THE OLD MAN
HEAD STONE READS: LEFTY MONEYWELL-1899-PRESENT
HUNT stands at the grave site, tears running down his cheeks. He places flowers on the
grave. He wipes his eyes. He puts two baseballs along side of the flowers. BARKY runs
over and sniffs the grave. He barks. HUNT bends down and pets him on the head.
Now I know your name, Lefty Moneywell. They
said you were the best around here---sure gonna
miss you....I'll see you around, Lefty
Moneywell....Your grave site reads 1899-
present....So I guess you are still here. I'll always
remember what you taught me, Beyond The
HUNT dries his eyes, turns and walks away. BARKY follows him.
(looks back at Barky)
Come on boy....Let's go catch some baseball....
BARKY barks as he takes off running ahead of HUNT.
INT. WHEATLEY HIGH SCHOOL-ATHLETIC OFFICE-MORNING-TWO YEARS
HUNT is talking with the baseball coach, MR. WALKER. MR. WALKER is serious about
his baseball team. But the team is always in last place. MR. WALKER shows him a picture
of LEFTY MONEYWELL.....
(hands him the picture)
Take a good look at this picture.....
Lefty Moneywell--The Old Man! Is this him when
he was young?.....
That's him....Some thinks they still see him on the
baseball field....He died---
Two years ago---
Uh,uh...ten years ago....Every left hand pitcher
that have come through here swears he comes
back to teach them a few things on the mound.....
That can't be. I saw him two years ago and he
taught me so many things. He had a dog name
Maybe so....I'm not a Lefty. But I do know, a
spirit can pop up anytime or any place.......I'm not
gonna question a lefty.....We just glad to have you
at Wheatley High.....Bros Henry told me all about
you....See you in the Spring.....
HUNT walks away as MR. WALKER rambles through some old papers on his desk
mumbling to himself.
The Old Man is a spirit! How can that be?! Maybe
I will see him again...
MR. WALKER looks up and shakes his head.