COACH PATTERSON at home plate. SAMMY TAYLOR, the fast ball pitcher for
YATES is throwing hard down in the Bull Pen. HUNT is throwing hard on the other side
in the Bull Pen. The UMPIRE puts the Line Ups in his back pocket and bends down to
wipe the plate with his little brush.
YATES team sprints over to COACH PATTERSON
COACH WALKER calls his WHEATLEY team up. They hurry over to him as he stands
looking over his Line Up.
Listen...It's your game to win---We are not
satisfied with second place. If we win, we share
first place with Yates-and that's call, Co-City
Champs...Are you a believer?
Well. Prove it out there today....Beat Yates!
Beat Yates! Beat Yates! We ready!
(puts his gear on)
Let's play ball!
WHEATLEY is the home team. They sprint out on the field. BRADY passes the ball
around the horn. HUNT kisses the rabbit's foot around his neck as he walks slowly up to
the pitcher's mound. MS. MAE and CARL, his father are in the Stands. SAMMY and
McGee watch carefully from the YATES' BENCH. The FIRST BATTER for YATES
steps up to the plate. He steps in the batter's box waving his bat back and forth. HUNT
stares at the plate to get a sign from BIG B. He shakes the first sign off.
(flashes another sign)
Is this the one!
HUNT nods his head,winds up and throws a sharp curve. The BATTER fouls the pitch off.
The UMPIRE throws another ball out to HUNT.
COACH PATTERSON is standing at the end of his DUGOUT.
Watch his sneaky fast ball, Louis!....
HUNT takes the three finger sign from BIG B. Hunt winds up and throws a hanging curve.
The BATTER swings and grounds out to FIRST BASE. BRADY scoops it up and beats
the RUNNER to the bag. The WHEATLEY INFIELDERS pass it around the horn.
BRADY lightly tosses the ball back to HUNT....
You looking good, Hunt!
HUNT steps back on the mound. The SECOND BATTER comes to the plate. He digs in,
taps the bat on home plate and gets into his crouch stance. HUNT winds up and delivers a
fast ball right down the middle of the plate. The BATTER swings for a hit between
SHORT STOP and SECOND BASE. He rounds first base , but doubles back when
WHEATLEY CENTER FIELDER retrieves the ball quickly.
Let's play for two! Come on Hunt! That hit was
The THIRD YATES' BATTER steps up to the plate with BIG MCGEE waiting in the ON
DECK CIRCLE. HUNT straddles the pitching rubber. The RUNNER eases off first base.
HUNT stretches and comes to a stop at the waist. He eyes the RUNNER. The RUNNER
stands still off first. HUNT looks home to throw, but kicks toward first base. The
RUNNER is anticipating the ball going to home plate but HUNT delivers a strike to first
base catching the RUNNER sleeping. The RUNNER runs toward second and BRADY
just throws the ball to the SECOND BASEMAN and he tags the RUNNER.
COACH PATTERSON runs to home plate. He kicks up some dirt at the UMPIRE.
The pitcher balked....Didn't you see that
John?...for God sakes, he lean toward home.....
UMPIRE pulls off his mask.
(shakes his head)
It was a good move, Pat. His shoulder never lean
toward home plate. I observed his move
closely...As a matter of fact, that's the best move
I've seen by a young pitcher.
UMPIRE puts his mask back on.
COACH PATTERSON turns away angry as he kicks toward the ground. BIG MCGEE
steps in the batter's box. The bat looks like a tooth pick in his hand. He looks over the
field, crouches into his stance and waves the bat. HUNT steps back on the mound. He
takes the sign from BIG B. Hunt winds up, pauses between and throws a sweeping curve
ball right at MCGEE'S HEAD. MCGEE hits the dirt, but the ball curves right in the middle
of the plate.
MCGEE steps back in. HUNT delivers an overhand curve ball that curves right below
MCGEE'S waist. He swings badly at the ball.
MS. MAE is cheering HUNT on. His FATHER, CARL is silent and has a serious look on
Don't give him nothing good, Hunt! That big boy
can hit you out the park!
HUNT smiles as he hears his mother's voice. BIG MCGEE steps back in the batter's box.
HUNT stares at the plate. BIG B flashes two fingers. HUNT winds up and throws a nasty
curve that spins like a spinning top and drops off on the outside of the plate. BIG MCGEE
swings and misses it by a mile.....
BIG B AND HUNT
(balls up his fist)
Yes! That's the one, baby!
BIG B rolls the ball back out to the mound as WHEATLEY team sprints off the field.
Okay! We broke the ice. Let's get some runs off
EXT. BASEBALL GAME-WHEATLEY AND YATES-TOP OF 7TH INNING
The SCORE is WHEATLEY 3 and YATES 2. YATES is batting. BRADY is rubbing up
the new ball for HUNT. He walks up on the mound.
(hands the ball to Hunt)
We almost there, baby....Throw him something
BRADY pats HUNT on the back. The UMPIRE takes his position behind the CATCHER.
YATES' BATTER steps in the batter's box. He digs in, then raises the bat above his head.
HUNT steps on the pitching rubber and delivers the first ball.
BIG B throws the ball back to HUNT. HUNT bends over with glove on knee. BIG B gives
him the sign. HUNT shakes him off. BIG B gives him another sign. He nods and winds up.
He delivers the pitch to the plate.
(stands up and fires the ball back)
Come on Hunt! That's not the one! Tighten up!
BIG B. squats back down. He flashes the sign to HUNT. HUNT winds up in a slow
motion and delivers a sweeping curve ball right over the plate. The BATTER takes the pitch.
(throws ball back)
That's what I'm talking about!
The BATTER steps back to get some dust out of his eye. He steps back in and goes into
his crouch. HUNT winds up and delivers a hanging curve right over the middle of the plate.
The BATTER swings and lifts a deep fly ball to RIP, the center fielder.
(edge of Dugout)
RIP races back and snags it with one hand.
WHEATLEY TEAM is standing in their DUGOUT cheering RIP on!
Thata way to go Rip! Yeah!
BIG B and BRADY are chatting with HUNT at the PITCHER'S MOUND.
(rubbing the ball)
Hey! That was close...Good thing Rip is fast.....
What happened?! That pitch was just asking to be
I'll be okay...It just slipped beyond the seams.....
(steps in front of home plate)
BIG B trots back to home plate and BRADY returns to first base. BIG B squats and the
UMPIRE stoops behind BIG B. YATES BATTER walks up to the plate. He taps the plate
with his bat, gets in his crouch and waves the bat. HUNT is staring to home plate as BIG
B flashes a sign. HUNT nods and goes into his delivery. He throws a fast ball right down
the middle of the plate. The BATTER SWINGS AND MISSES.
Throw another one of those!
BIG B. throws the ball back to HUNT. HUNT picks up the rosin bag, pats it on his left
hand. He steps back on the mound and delivers a sweeping curve ball. The BATTER
chops it right in front of the plate.
The BATTER takes off running as BIG B pounces on the ball like a cat and fires it to fist
base for an out.
Yeah! One more to go Hunt!
MS. MAE and CARL are jumping up and down.
That's my boys! Get this last out and all ya'll
invited to free barbecue!
BIG B hears the invitation.
(balls up his fist)
Come on now, Hunt!...Free barbecue! Yeah!
Throw your best stuff!....
BIG MCGEE steps up to the plate. He steps up on the RIGHT HAND SIDE.
I didn't know you're a switch hitter.
I am now....
BIG B. kind of laughs. BRADY trots over to the pitching mound.
I didn't know that Big MCGEE was a switch hitter...
I didn't either, trying to cross me up...
Come on young men!
BRADY trots back over to first base. BIG MCGEE stands in the batter box waving the
bat seriously. He goes into his crouch as HUNT delivers a sweeping curve about waist high.
BIG MCGEE SWINGS and pops it up to first base. BRADY runs under it for the LAST
OUT. BIG MCGEE throws the bat down on the ground in anger. WHEATLEY'S TEAM
run out on the field and smother HUNT.
EXT. SUSAN'S HOUSE-FRONT PORCH-EVENING
SUSAN and HUNT are kissing on the front steps of her house. They hear some footsteps
and immediately stop. SUSAN'S SISTER, ELLA, peeps out the screen door
I didn't know ya'll were out here...Congratulation
on the game, Hunt....
Okay...I'll see you two love birds tomorrow....at
ELLA closes the screen door and goes back in the house. HUNT AND SUSAN look at
each other and laugh.
(continues as he jokes)
We have to be more careful...We don't want them
to know we are love birds..
Listen..uh, really, congratulation on the fine game
you pitched...I was there, but way up top so I
couldn't distract you....
I appreciate that, Susan....
SUSAN pauses again.
You'll be graduating next year and I'll still be in
my last year at Wheatley High....and you probably
gonna get a lot of scholarships to all different kind
of Black Colleges. Maybe you will forget about
me when you get around all those other pretty girls...
(holds her hand)
I don't think so--and I don't think they can be as
pretty as you anyway...
SUSAN smiles and turns away, looking out toward the streets.
I'm serious Hunt...You love baseball...I don't want
to get in the way of that...Folks will blame me if I
distract you.....You got to promise not to lead me
on a wild goose chase.
HUNT holds SUSAN close to him as tears run down her cheeks.....
INT. FENNIGAN PARK CENTER-BROS HENRY OFFICE-ONE YEAR LATER-
BROS HENRY is looking over some work papers. HUNT enters the office.
(put the papers away)
You just the person I wanna see.....
Yes sir...my mama told me you call....
(sits back in his chair)
Ever since that Yates game, there are four schools
that will give you a baseball scholarship....Tell
your mama and daddy, leave everything up to me.
(reads from a pad)
Listen to this....Arkansas A&M in Pine Bluff,
Arkansas, Langston College in Oklahoma,
Praiview University in Praiview, Texas and
Southern University in Baton, Rouge
Louisiana......Take your pick...
Some of my friends are at Southern. They say it is
a beautiful campus right off the Mississippi River.
Yes sir, that's the one....
Now, don't let nobody attend to this business but
me. I'm gonna handle it.
And they say that the scouts are everywhere in
You just go on and enjoy your prom and banquets.
I'll handle this.....
INT. WHEATLEY HIGH SCHOOL CAFETERIA-PROM NIGHT
SUSAN, HUNT, BIG B and ANNA MAE are sitting at the table. SUSAN and HUNT gets
up to dance, leaving BIG B and ANNA MAE sitting alone. ANNA MAE looks at BIG B.
Are we just going to be a wall flower tonight?
This is your Prom Night.
I told you, I can't dance....
ANNA MAE pulls BIG B up by the arm....
It's a slow song...All you have to do is think about
Hunt throwing you one of those slow curves
dancing up to the plate.....Now come on, Big B!
ANNA MAE leads BIG B out on the dance floor.
EXT. WHEATLEY HIGH SCHOOL CAFETERIA
BIG B and HUNT are sitting outside on the BANISTER of WHEATLEY HIGH
(shakes his head)
That Anna Mae is more than I can handle....Listen
I heard you going to Southern University---now
they got some pretty girls up there....
I'm not interested....I going to play baseball. They
say the scouts are a dime a dozen up there....
Well...I guess I have to go to school here, my
folks don't have the money to send me away---
you lucky, Hunt. You got a golden arm. What
you did for Wheatley will always be remembered...
Couldn't have done it without good teammates.
We've been with each other ever since teenage
ball...How times flies....
BIG B pulls from his coat pocket a liquor flash. He unscrews the top and takes a drink...
(continues as he laughs)
Man! What are you doing?!
BIG B hands the flash to HUNT.
(wipes his mouth)
Hey! This is prom night! This is my first time ever
drinking liquor. Twelve years of getting up early
in the morning for school, we deserve something
stronger than punch--go on it ain't gonna hurt
your pitching arm.
HUNT takes a swallow and coughs.
What is this?...Man, my throat feels like a torch....
HUNT hands the flash back to BIG B.
(takes another drink)
Gin...An old man's drink...My Uncle Ginny bought
it for me....
HUNT laughs. BIG B gets up and falls back down.
All right...Remember, you are driving...I'm just
learning and you don't want me behind the wheel...
EXT. WHEATLEY HIGH SCHOOL PARKING AREA-PROM NIGHT
SUSAN and ANNA MAE are sitting in a 1960 PLYMOUTH, CHRYSLER. SUSAN is in
the back seat and ANNA MAE is in the front. BIG B is leaning against the CHRYSLER.
He is drunk....
You gonna have to drive, my man! I'm too full of
Man--I told--come on get in the car....
Rain starts to come down.....BIG B. opens the back door of the car and flops in the seat....
This is disgusting!
Whose gonna drive us?
Million dollar question, cause I can't even ride a
I can't either....
My man gonna drive, right Hunt?...He'll take care
BIG B falls off to sleep.....SUSAN looks fearful at HUNT.
I know you--when did you learn how to drive, Hunt?
HUNT turns on the motor.
Three weeks ago. My father been taking me on
isolated roads...just ya'll pray real good, you hear?
HUNT drives off. He almost runs into a ditch....SUSAN and ANNA MAE are holding on
for dear life...
SUSAN AND ANNA MAE
Watch that ditch, Hunt! Oh, Lord! It's time for
EXT. FENNIGAN PARK-BROS'S HENRY OFFICE-TWO MONTHS LATER-EVENING
BROS HENRY is sitting making leather billfolds. HUNT rushes into his office. He flops
I told you I was handling it, didn't I?
(tears in his eyes)
But I haven't seen any paper work to enter
Southern and my friends are already on campus.....
Just be patient...If I don't get you there, Praiview---
HUNT gets up....
(wiping his eyes)
Praiview! I believed in you, Bros....My friends
want me to come to Southern. The coach up there
knows who I am---you were trying to get me to
go to Praiview all the time----Man! I trusted you!
HUNT storms out the door. BROS just shakes his head and sits down to finish his billfold.
INT. WHEATLEY HIGH SCHOOL ATHLETIC DEPARTMENT-EVENING
HUNT rushes into COACH WALKER'S office. He is out of breath. COACH WALKER is
getting ready to leave the office....
Hunt...What are you doing here? I thought you
were getting ready to go to College.
I was, but Bros messed it up---Listen I heard you
graduated from Southern University---Is it too
late for you to get me there, Coach?
I'll try...Do you want a basketball or baseball
Strictly baseball, Coach!
Check back with me tomorrow. I'll call the coach
up there first thing in the morning---now be sure
to check back now...You put Wheatley baseball
team back in the hunt again.....
(smiles as he wipes his eyes)
Thank you Coach....Thank you...
HUNT walks out the office. COACH WALKER picks up the phone.
INT. HUNT'S HOUSE-KITCHEN-NIGHT-8:00PM
HUNT is sitting talking to his MOTHER and FATHER. He gets up and starts pacing up
Be patient! Go there and see what the president
of Wiley College is going to say....It's like a
miracle, he dropped in to see your grandmother.
Always use your options, son, just like you have
more than one pitch in the frying pan, so the same
with life. Bros meant well, but sometimes folks
just over talk themselves....
MS. MAE touches him on the hand as he sits down.
Anyway. your sister HELEN is up there at Wiley.
She would be tickle to death if ya'll attend the
I suppose to talk to Coach Walker in the morning.
He said he probably can get me in at Southern
University---I never heard of Wiley College
having a good baseball team. Do scouts go
there?....Bros just messed me up.
CARL gets up from the table....
You are on your own on this one. It's your
decision. Like I said, you have more than one
option, take advantage.
The president of Wiley is a good friend of your
grandma---he's waiting on you--and it's only two
doors down---go see--it might be better than what
INT. GRANDMA'S HOUSE-EVENING
HUNT walks in the back door into the living room. GRANDMA and The PRESIDENT is
talking about WILEY COLLEGE. GRANDMA turns around.
Here's my grandson now, Dr. Scott...Come on in
Hunt and have a seat...
DR. SCOTT stands up and shakes HUNT'S hand...
Please to meet you, son...
Thank you sir...please to meet you too.
HUNT takes a seat. He is speechless.
I was just telling Dr. Scott about your little
I'm suppose to talk to Coach Walker in the
morning. He might----
Now Hunt, that's here-say. Listen to what Dr.
Scott have to say--and I know you are a good
GRANDMA gives HUNT the eye. HUNT sits back.
Wiley has the second best baseball team every
year to Southern University. We just need that
other pitcher to rise above second place--just like
you did for Wheatley High I heard.....
HUNT sits straight up to listen. GRANDMA smiles.
Saying all that, what I will do is call the baseball
coach at Wiley right now....And see whether we
have room for another scholarship....Is that okay
HUNT is slowly responding.
Don't put all your eggs in one basket, Hunt. Didn't
I teach you that, young man?....
DR.SCOTT is waiting patiently for HUNT to respond. HUNT nods his head. DR. SCOTT
picks up the phone on the table. He dials the number. Everyone waits quietly. GRANDMA
looks at HUNT and smiles...
I'm so proud of you...You going to be just fine,
son...God is on our side.
HUNT downs his head.
(holding the phone)
Hello!.....Yes, Coach Kelly...I'm calling from
Houston.....Yes...I'm okay....Listen...I think we
have found another pitcher.....His name......
DR. SCOTT turns to HUNT.
What's your name?
...Hunt Gillmore.....you have?....You want
him.....okay...I'll get back with you....See you
HUNT doesn't show any expressions of happiness.
Look, son...You don't have to come. But you got
to get over somebody else mistake....Now you
have to get on that train this week end if you want
that scholarship....The coach has heard of you and
they got a hard throwing pitcher from Yates that
fast ball looks like an aspirin tablet. You team up
with him and we going places...It's left up to you......
HUNT raises his head with a different look. He nods.
(smiles as she touches his hands)