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BIG B

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....
HUNT

I'm not hungry, Big B. I don't know whether I

will ever pitch again.

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BIG B

Don't ever say that! You're too good to say that,

Hunt...Those boys were good if they beat you.....
CUT TO
THREE CUSTOMERS comes out of the BARBECUE PLACE with orders in their hands.
CUT TO
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.


BIG B

(suggests)

What about going to the canteen tonight?....I'll

ask your mother, can you go...


HUNT yells out.
HUNT

BIG B! I don't feel like doing nothing!


BIG B

I was just trying to cheer my friend up---I didn't

mean---
HUNT

I'm sorry, I didn't mean to holler at you......


MS. MAE sticks her head out the door.
MS. MAE

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......


BIG B

Ms. Mae...Can Hunt go to the Canteen with me

this evening at Fennigan Park?
MS. MAE

Just be careful--and Hunt, you be back before

twelve.....
HUNT

But I didn't---


BIG B

He will, Ms. Mae.....


MS. MAE closes the screen door and goes back inside the place.
FADE TO

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MUSIC-OLDIES
CUT TO
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.
BIG B

Now where do you think you going, huh? Listen,

have fun!
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.


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BROS HENRY hands HUNT a box. HUNT looks surprise.
BROS HENRY

(sits down)

Open it....
HUNT opens the box. He pulls out a little white doll.
HUNT

I don't understand, Bros...I don't play with dolls...


BROS HENRY

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.
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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!.....
HUNT jumps up and looks around.
HUNT

(looks toward the old man)

Whose there?!

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THE OLD MAN walks into the moonlight for HUNT to see him.
HUNT

(continues)

The Old Man? Is that you?....What are you doing

here?
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

end.
HUNT

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

(sings)


'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.
BIG B

(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

all alone?!
HUNT

I was talking to my friend, The Old Man.....


BIG B

(looks around)

Old Man?!....Are you all right?
HUNT

Come on...I'll tell you about it on the way home.....


FADE TO

35.


MUSIC-OLDIES
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.


MR. WALKER

(progressive)

Listen, Bros...We need this kid. Do you know

how many games we win a year?!


BROS HENRY

(holds up his finger)

One......
MR. WALKER

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

them....
BROS HENRY

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.


FADE TO
MUSIC-OLDIES
CUT TO
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.


BRADY

(in pain)

Dog! Twisted my ankle!
HUNT

(rushes over)

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.


ONE KID

(yells)


Are we gonna finish the game or what?

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ANOTHER KID

We short a person--unless lefty here not afraid of

hurting his pitching arm....Uh, Hunt?
HUNT walks on the court.
HUNT

(serious)

Shut up and take the ball out!
HUNT steals the throw in and shoots a long shot that hits nothing but net.
BRADY

(laughs)


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.


BRADY

(continues)

Game!
HUNT walks off the court as BRADY continues to laugh at the DEFENDING KIDS.
HUNT

(puts on his shirt)

I gotta go....I got some work to do...See ya'll

later.....


HUNT takes off walking down the street.
HUNT

(continues)

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.
FADE TO
MUSIC-OLDIES
CUT TO
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

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runs after the ball, picks it up with his mouth and runs back to HUNT. HUNT takes the



ball from his mouth.
HUNT

(pets the dog)

That's a good boy! Good catcher! What's your

name?!
The DOG barks twice...


HUNT

(laughs)


I'll just call you Barky...
HUNT throws the ball to home plate and BARKY retrieves it.
FADE TO
MUSIC-OLDIES
CUT TO
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

solo....
WILTON

(finishes)

Hunt....How you doing Cous?! Where's your Sax

Aint Sallie gave you. You were pretty good.....
HUNT

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.


FADE TO
MUSIC-OLDIES
CUT TO
INT. HUNT'S HOUSE-EVENING
HUNTS walks in the back door. He is playing around with the baseball. He goes in the

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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

(joking around)

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

you?
HUNT

(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.
HELEN

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.


HUNT

I was just getting over losing the championship

game---and now this...
HELEN

Well, you just going to have to put up with us for

the rest of the summer, baseball player....
DELORES

(laughs)


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.


FADE TO
MUSIC-OLDIES
CUT TO
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.

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UNCLE WALLY



(wipes his forehead)

Whew! That stings!


DOMINO PLAYER

(laughs)


That straight Gin gonna take you to your grave

one day, Wally.....Give me fifteen.....


DOMINO PLAYER slams the domino on the table.
UNCLE WALLY

(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.
CUT TO
EXT. ACROSS THE STREET FROM RALSTON DRUGS
HUNT is crossing the street.
CUT TO
UNCLE WALLY sees HUNT coming toward him as he smiles.
UNCLE WALLY

(dominoes)

Domino! Give me what you got!....
UNCLE WALLY total the numbers on the dominoes.....
UNCLE WALLY

(continues)

Give me thirty!....
HUNT walks up to UNCLE WALLY. He's squeezing a tennis ball.
UNCLE WALLY

(continues)

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.....


HUNT

(squeezing the ball)

How you doing Uncle Wally? It's not good to

build me up like that.....

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UNCLE WALLY



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.....


HUNT

(turns to leave)

I gotta go, Uncle Wally.....
UNCLE WALLY goes in his pocket and pulls out a dollar bill....
UNCLE WALLY

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.
HUNT

Thanks Uncle Wally!


HUNT takes off running...
UNCLE WALLY

(laughs)


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.
FADE TO
MUSIC-OLDIES
CUT TO
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

SUSAN.
THE YOUNG GIRL

(leans against the counter)

May I help you?!.....


SUSAN

(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

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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.


SUSAN

(stands up near booth)

What are you doing sitting here all alone? I didn't

see you when I came in.....


HUNT

(squeezing his tennis ball)

I saw you, and you look so good, I just wanted to

stare.....


SUSAN

(laughs)


Hunt, quit your flirting, you are embarrassing me.....
HUNT

(invites)

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.
SUSAN

(sit downs)

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.
HUNT

(downs his head)

Just trying to recover from a big lost we had....But

I'm okay now. What about you?.....


SUSAN

(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.


HUNT

(excited)

I think I'm going to Wheatley next year too......

42.


SUSAN

(ready to leave)

Listen...uh I gotta go...My silly little cousins are

waiting on me...We are practicing on some new

dances...
HUNT gets up too.
HUNT

I was just getting ready to leave too. I'll walk you

half way...I do like to be a gentleman....
SUSAN

(laughs)


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.
FADE TO
MUSIC-OLDIES
CUT TO
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.
BROS HENRY

(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....


BROS HENRY

(continues)

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.


BROS HENRY

(continues)

Good! Perfect! That will keep the base runners

honest when they know you are up to tricks on

the mound....
HUNT does it again and again....

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BROS HENRY

(continues)

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....


BROS HENRY

(continues)

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....
BIG B

(swiping the base)

You're out!
BROS HENRY

(teaching)

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

business.....
BROS HENRY turns to leave the baseball field.
HUNT

(appreciates)

Thanks coach......
BROS HENRY

Thank me later when you make Wheatley's

baseball team...
BROS HENRY disappears beyond the bleachers.
BIG B

(pounding in his glove)

You ready to go to lunch. I can smell Ms. Mae's

barbecue.....


HUNT

(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.

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BIG B

(shakes his head)

Aw man! We gonna be out here all day!
FADE TO
MUSIC-OLDIES
CUT TO
EXT. STREETS-EVENING-8:00PM
BIG B and HUNT are walking down the street eating barbecue.
BIG B

(digging in the bag)

Boy, these regulars taste better than the good

barbecue.


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.....


CUT TO
TWO MEN are running toward BIG B and HUNT. ONE MAN has a gun in his hand......
HUNT

(yells)


He has a gun!
BIG B

(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.....
FEARFUL MAN

(pleading)

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?!.....
FEARFUL MAN

(trembling)

Man! It wasn't me! Please man! Don't--
THE OTHER MAN pulls the trigger....

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FEARFUL MAN

(continues)

Aw God!.....
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....


BIG B

(sucking on a bone)

That scared cat was lucky.....
FADE TO
MUSIC-OLDIES
CUT TO
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.


FADE TO
MUSIC-OLDIES
CUT TO
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.
HUNT

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

(more)

46.


HUNT (CONTINUED)

Moneywell....Your grave site reads 1899-

present....So I guess you are still here. I'll always

remember what you taught me, Beyond The

Seams.......
HUNT dries his eyes, turns and walks away. BARKY follows him.
HUNT

(looks back at Barky)

Come on boy....Let's go catch some baseball....
BARKY barks as he takes off running ahead of HUNT.
FADE TO
MUSIC-OLDIES
CUT TO
INT. WHEATLEY HIGH SCHOOL-ATHLETIC OFFICE-MORNING-TWO YEARS

LATER
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.....


MR. WALKER

(hands him the picture)

Take a good look at this picture.....
HUNT

(excited)

Lefty Moneywell--The Old Man! Is this him when

he was young?.....


MR.WALKER

(laughs)


That's him....Some thinks they still see him on the

baseball field....He died---


HUNT

Two years ago---


MR.WALKER

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.....


HUNT

(shocked)

That can't be. I saw him two years ago and he

taught me so many things. He had a dog name

Barky.....

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MR. WALKER

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.


HUNT

The Old Man is a spirit! How can that be?! Maybe

I will see him again...
MR. WALKER looks up and shakes his head.
FADE TO
MUSIC-OLDIES
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