That's the boy I help raise...Hallelujah!
INT. SUSAN'S HOUSE-FRONT PORCH-EVENING
HUNT and SUSAN are kissing each other good-bye. SUSAN turns away with tears
running down her cheeks. HUNT takes his hand and gentle turns her face toward him.
Listen....I hate to leave you here too. Wiley is two
hundred and twenty five miles away. I'll be coming
home on some week ends......
(wipes her eyes)
I knew this was gonna happen...But I just couldn't
get ready for it.....I'm sorry.
I'm gonna write you everyday---and send you the
baseball to every game I win.....Autographed by
all my teammates.
I truly mean that....
I love you Hunt Gillmore...
I love you too, Susan Johnson....You be good at
Wheatley High. I'll come to your graduation next
I would like that....
SUSAN and HUNT kiss each other. HUNT walks away without a word as SUSAN stands
on the porch with tears running down her cheeks. HUNT turns and waves back as she
does the same.
INT. MARSHAL, TEX- WILEY COLLEGE BOYS' DORMITORY-EVENING
HUNT is dragging his foot locker in the door. He has on a sport coat with a brown stingy
brim hat. His Stacy Adams shoes are shinning like a new silver dollar. The HOUSE
MOTHER of the dormitory is standing and watching as HUNT continues to struggle
through the door.
(comes from behind office)
Young man! You are messing up my floor.
A STUDENT gets up out of his chair in the lounge to help HUNT.
I'll help him House Mother....
Young man...I'm the House Mother of Coe
Hall...What is your name?
House Mother walks behind glass petition to her office.
(walks over to the office window)
Uh, mam, my name is Hunt Gillmore.
Oh, I see...You are the new pitcher that's going to
help us win a championship, huh?
The STUDENT is speechless....He points.
You are the one from Wheatley, the pitcher that's
Big MCGEE'S worst nightmare.
Please to meet you. My name is JT Smith....I've
heard a lot about you...Well if you wanna know,
I'm the second string catcher...I warm up the
HUNT smiles as he extends his hand for a handshake.
(shakes JT'S hand)
Please to meet you---and it's good to know that
the first person I met is the catcher---a good sign....
HOUSE MOTHER holds HUNT'S room keys in her hand.
(give keys to Hunt)
Here you go, young pitcher...room 230, second
floor--and your roommate is Thomas Lee
Robertson.....You can go now...I will inform you
about rules and regulations later....And don't let
these boys around here influence you to do
anything wrong. You seem like a nice young
man...Seventeen years old, right?
HUNT and JT grab hold of the foot locker and carry it up the stairs.
INT. WILEY COLLEGE-COE HALL-SECOND FLOOR-ROOM 230
JT and HUNT put the footlocker down. JT knocks on the door....
Since Thomas is not expecting you, it best to
knock to see whether he's in..
JT knocks on the door.
Hey, Thomas! Wake up! Your new Roomy is here!
The door slowly opens.
(wipes his eyes)
Ya'll come on in.....
HUNT looks around the small room.
Thomas Lee...This is Hunt. Hunt, this is Thomas
They shake hands. THOMAS LEE sits down on his bed.
Same here, Roomy....Listen, that's your bed over
there...I'm sorry about the messy room.
That's cool....I understand.
Wiley's Combo had a Gig last night in
Longview....I play drums. I just crashed after that.
What is your name again?
(sits down on his bed)
THOMAS LEE snaps his finger.
Yeah! You are the new pitcher. Everybody is
talking about you. Left hander, right?
HUNT nods as he smiles. THOMAS LEE pulls out a pack of cigarettes, pulls one out and
offers HUNT one.
Thanks. I don't smoke.....
The left handed pitcher. Wiley loves their baseball
team. They gonna treat you like a king, Roomy.....
JT closes the EBONY magazine he is reading.
(gets up to leave)
Hunt, if you need me to show you around, I'm
right down the hall. I'm gonna let ya'll get better
acquainted with each other.
Thanks for everything, JT......
JT nods as he leaves the room.
INT. WILEY COLLEGE-GIRLS DORMITORY-MCCLOUD HALL-EVENING
Hunt is sitting in the Lounge of McCLOUD HALL, senior for girls, waiting for his sister,
HELEN. Two girls pass and do a 360 degree turn. They smile as HUNT sits alone in the
Who is that?
Who ever he is....sure is cute.
I think it's Helen Gillmore little brother...She is
Oh, yeah...He's a pitcher....
Girl! He sure could pitch for me!
Come on ya'll....That boy ain't interested in any of
HUNT doesn't look at them as he smiles while scanning through a magazine. They exit the
dormitory laughing. HELEN walks in the Lounge. HUNT is busy reading the magazine.
HELEN peeps over the magazine.
They hug each other.
When did you get here?
Yesterday! I was so tired from that train ride, I
just stayed in the dormitory.....
I'm so glad that you came to Wiley. I know it
can't top Southern University, but we are family
here and we do compete in baseball and football....
All I wanna do is have a chance to pitch....
They look at each other, pause and laugh.
INT. WILEY'S GYM-THE HANGER-TWO MONTHS LATER-COLD EVENING
THREE PITCHERS are throwing to catchers in the HANGER. The sound of baseballs
hitting the catchers' Mitts echo through the HANGER. Baseball season is a month away.
Spring is near.
(gets Hunt's attention)
Make sure you follow through on every pitch
Hunt...This is College, not high school. Someone
lay a bunt down, catch you off balance,,,,and they
got some ball players that can run in this
HUNT throws and follow through perfectly.
That's what I'm talking about! Let's see you throw
from the stretch.
HUNT goes through the stretch and fires a dropping curve to the catcher.....
COACH KELLY (CONTINUED)
You got some good stuff. You dropped that one
right off the table.
COACH KELLY walks over to JB, the fast ball pitcher. He pats him on the shoulder.
(takes the ball out of his glove)
You going to be ready this year JB? We almost
won it last year.....
(putting on his jacket)
I'm always ready Coach....Look like we got us
another good pitcher....
Yeah...I'm gonna take him slow. Don't wanna
burn him out his first year.
Anything you say, Coach.....
(pats JB on the shoulder)
You can go now....It's too cold out there for your
arm--be sure and wrap up.
Before JB exits, he trots over to HUNT. HUNT stops throwing and turns to speak to him.
Man! Your fast ball is like a speeding bullet.
But you got some nasty stuff. I am amazed how
you can drop that ball off the table. Me, I don't
throw nothing but fast balls....
(throws to the catcher)
It's all in the wrist, beyond the seams---under and
I'm glad you came to Wiley, Hunt....
Listen,uh, I gotta go. I got a hot date...See ya
JB exits. COACH KELLY dismisses practice.
Okay! Okay! Good work out. It's cold out
there...Button up---and Hunt before you go, come
to my office.
HUNT is putting on his jacket.
INT. WILEY'S-COACH KELLY ATHLETIC OFFICE
HUNT enters COACH KELLY'S OFFICE. COACH KELLY is sitting behind his desk.
(lights his pipe)
Hunt. We are happy you chose Wiley College.
Are they treating you all right?...You got all the
classes you need?....Have a seat.
(serious as he sits down)
(puffs on his pipe)
Now there's one other thing. You and JB are the
only ones' on baseball scholarships.....So that
makes you special....But everyone on scholarship
has a duty to perform and your duty is to clean up
the restrooms in the gym. You don't have to clean
them everyday, just check and see whether or not
they need cleaning. Is that understood?
If you say so, sir.....
Good! Now button up that jacket and get some
rest before classes in the morning. Pitchers need
HUNT buttons up his jacket and rushes out the office.
Restrooms! I really miss Southern now!
EXT. WILEY'S BASEBALL FIELD-BENCH -THE CLAY BOWL-AFTERNOON-TWO
WILEY is losing to Grambling University. The score is 5 to 2. HUNT is angry over on the
bench. He has yet to pitch a game for WILEY. He throws his glove to the ground. JT pats
him on the back.
Your turn coming, Hunt...Hang in there. Coach
must have a plan for you.
(pounds his fist into the glove)
The season is almost over and we haven't gain any
ground on Southern.I can help...What is the
Freshman...He's hung up on you being a freshman.....
The PITCHER for GRAMBLING steps on the mound. WILEY BATTER digs in. THE
PITCHER winds up and throws a sharp breaking curve to the plate. WILEY BATTER
swings and misses.
EXT. WILEY LIBRARY STEPS-NIGHT-8:00PM
HUNT is talking to his sister on the Library steps. He is raging with anger as he paces up
and down the sidewalk. His sister is trying to calm him down.
I hate Bros Henry!...He's the one that messed me
up. I could be pitching for Southern then come to
little old Wiley to clean restrooms...What kind of
scholarship is that, uh?
HELEN grabs HUNT by the shoulders.
Hunt! Get a hold of yourself and quit acting like a
spoil brat! This is College, not high school...Our
parents and Grandma taught us to think and
weigh out our options---it has to be a reason why
Coach is not pitching you....Everybody knows
that you are good! Come on!
HUNT sits down, holding his head in his hands.
(wipes his eyes)
I don't know...Maybe I just love this game of
baseball too much....
I agree...Take advantage of your scholarship.
How many black pitchers do you see in the major
leagues. Not that many, not saying you won't
make it, just think this thing out, Hunt. You only
paying $5.00 a month to go to college...What?
Huh?...I will talk to Coach Kelly tomorrow to see
what the problem is. Now Go! Rest! Write a letter
EXT. WILEY BASEBALL FIELD-THE CLAY BOWL-MID NIGHT
HUNT is sitting on the mound. He is looking at the seams of the baseball. The moon is full.
HUNT looks up in the sky.
(raises his hands)
Old Man! Where are you when I need some
answers. Am I losing it? Has the game of baseball
taken over my spirit! Ever since I was twelve, I've
been possessed by this white ball with red
seams....Where are you Old Man? My arm is
paining from being so idle......
HUNT puts his head between his legs and starts to cry. HUNT hears footsteps...He gets
up and looks around.
Is that you Old Man!
JT walks into the moonlight.
Hunt...Who are you talking too?
HUNT immediately gets up......
I talk to myself when I'm confused...I'm all right.
What are you doing out here?
I saw you in the moonlight. I thought something
was wrong. You sure you're okay......
I just wanna pitch...I've always pitched. I'm almost
ready to quit. My sister talked me out of it.
Your turn gonna come, believe me. They can't
continue to lose and hold you back as good as
You think so, huh?
Just be ready when the time comes.....
EXT. WILEY COLLEGE BASEBALL FIELD-THE CLAY BOWL-GAME TIME-
HUNT is sitting on the bench. Thirty minutes before game time. COACH KELLY is
rubbing up a new ball. JB always starts the first game. JB gets up.
Not today JB....We gonna give the ball to Lefty here.
All the players clap for HUNT. It is long over due. JB goes over to HUNT.
(pulls on Hunt's cap)
Go for it Hunt. Show Texas College some real
JT gets up to warm up HUNT. HUNT takes off his jacket in a hurry. He trots down to the
bullpen to warm up. He is still nervous from the surprise.
EXT. PITCHER'S MOUND
HUNT walks the first TEXAS COLLEGE BATTER. He trots down to first base as
WILEY'S TEAM cheers HUNT on. The next BATTER steps in. HUNT is wasting no
time as he stretches, kicks and throws a sweeping curve around the knees.....
(raises his hand)
HUNT steps back on the pitching rubber. He takes a sign from his catcher, BIG HUT. He
stretches, kicks, telegraphs to home plate and fires to first base. He catches the RUNNER
between first base and second. It's a run down as the SECOND BASEMAN tags the
RUNNER out. WILEY'S BENCH is jumping up and down.
INT. WILEY ATHLETIC OFFICE-GYM
HUNT is sitting talking with COACH KELLY. COACH KELLY is doing most of the
talking. HUNT is quiet....
(lights his pipe)
You think I made a mistake for not pitching you
all season, don't you? I've already heard it from
your sister, now let's hear it from you....
(sits back in his chair)
I could have helped Coach.....We could have won
the conference.....I was helpless.....
I thought I was doing the right thing...We don't
usually play freshmen that much the first year......
Well. Why didn't you tell me that before I got on
the train? I almost quit, Coach....Baseball is in my
heart. Take that away, I'm lost...
COACH KELLY sits back and puff on his pipe.
We have one more game left in the season. You
got the ball. Make good use of the chance. Prove
it to me that you can do it again.....We're playing
Langston University....You can go now....
HUNT gets up slowly expecting to hear something else from COACH KELLY. COACH
KELLY never looks up as he rattles through papers on the desk.
EXT. WILEY BASEBALL FIELD-THE CLAY BOWL-EVENING
JT is staying after practice to work with HUNT. HUNT throws his last pitch to JT. He
walks off the pitching mound dripping with sweat toward the bench. JT goes over and sit
Man! You got some nasty stuff....We should be
on top of the conference if Coach would have
pitched you earlier. What was he thinking?
I don't know...Rules and regulations I guess,
freshman stuff---anyway, thanks for putting in
some extra time with me....I got the ball next
week against Langston University....Let's go eat.
EXT. WILEY'S BASEBALL FIELD-THE CLAY BOWL-WEEK LATER-EVENING
LANGSTON UNIVERSITY and WILEY COLLEGE baseball teams are warming up on
the Side Line. The last game of the season is about to begin. Folks and students are
standing around the Fan's part of the field, waiting. A TALL SLIM WHITE MAN makes
his way to WILEY TEAM'S side line. He is looking around for somebody. He walks up to
The PLAYER turns around.
Can I help you?
(he pulls out a pad)
Whose pitching today?
The PLAYER points at HUNT down farther, warming up with JT. THE WHITE MAN
walks over to HUNT. HUNT is throwing his last warm up pitch.
Hello, there...uh, what's your name?
Why Mister? I'm not any trouble with the law....I
got a game to pitch....
The WHITE MAN laughs as JT stands there looking strange.
What's so funny?
I come here to see you pitch...
What?! You can't be the scout that--
I don't know about all that, but I'm a scout from
the Boston Red Socks. I'm gonna be watching
What?! I can't believe this....
(writes on the pad)
Your name is Hunt Gillmore, right?
Yes, sir, it is....
JT smiles as he touches HUNT. JT walks away to go tell others what's happening.
WILEY'S entire BASEBALL TEAM is curious as they observe HUNT and the WHITE
WILEY TEAM is watching as the WHITE MAN talks to HUNT.
Gentleman! That white man over there, happens
to be from the Boston Red Socks. He is here to
Boston Red Socks!
That's strange because they never come here to
scout any black players.
THE WHITE MAN is questioning HUNT.
(ready to write)
Hunt, now what is your best pitch?
Well, I have more than one, a sinking overhand
curve, a crossfire curve, a dropping sinker ball
called, 'beyond the seams.'
What about the fast ball.....
Well, I guess you can say, I'm sneaky fast....
The WHITE MAN laughs.
That will do it, Hunt. I will be sitting behind the
screen watching your pitches. Good luck on the
game....By the way my name is Rosenbug.
HUNT and The WHITE MAN shakes hands. The WHITE MAN walks off the Side Lines.
(holds his hands up to the heavens)
Yeah! Thanks Old Man. You taught me well.....
EXT. BASEBALL FIELD-LAST INNING-7TH
HUNT is working on a one hitter. Big HUT walks out to the pitching mound. Two men
You in good shape, Hunt. You're leading by four
and you got a one hitter going. What more could
you give a scout, huh?
BIG HUT puts the ball in HUNT'S glove and trots back to home plate.
The WHITE MAN is observing every pitch behind the screen.
HUNT delivers the pitch to the BATTER. The BATTER pops it up to BIG HUT. BIG
HUT circles around and catches the ball for the last out. WILEY'S TEAM run on the field
to congratulate HUNT.
The WHITE MAN is sitting and talking to HUNT. Everyone else is gathering up their
equipment. Baseball season is over for Wiley.
THE WHITE MAN
(shakes Hunt's hand)
Good game...Freshman, right?
THE WHITE MAN
Well, I'm going to be watching you again, so keep
improving your pitches, maybe next year will be a
championship year for the team....
Thanks for your support, Mr. Rosenbug.
THE WHITE MAN
That's my job, young man. That's my job.
EXT. SUSAN'S HOUSE-FRONT PORCH-EVENING-THREE MONTHS LATER-
SUSAN and HUNT are hugging each other on the steps of SUSAN'S porch.
(lays her head on his shoulder)
You know I love you Hunt and I'm so alone while
you are away...
HUNT rubs his fingers through SUSAN'S long black hair.
Yeah, I know. I love you too, especially for
waiting on me to come home....It's not easy being
away from you....
Hunt, I don't care how much it pains, I never want
to get in the way of what you wanna
(smiles as he goes into his pocket)
I do appreciate that Susan--
HUNT pulls out an engagement ring.
And to show my appreciation, I spent some of my
summer earnings on this.
HUNT opens up the ring case. SUSAN is speechless. She doesn't know whether to take
the engagement ring out of the case or just stare at it.
I know that we are real young, but at least this
engagement ring can stand as a bond between us,
no matter how far we are apart.
HUNT takes it out the case for SUSAN. She is still speechless. He holds her hand and
slips the ring on her finger.