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That's the boy I help raise...Hallelujah!
FADE TO
MUSIC-OLDIES
CUT TO
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.


HUNT

(assures)

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......
SUSAN

(wipes her eyes)

I knew this was gonna happen...But I just couldn't

get ready for it.....I'm sorry.


HUNT

I'm gonna write you everyday---and send you the

baseball to every game I win.....Autographed by

all my teammates.


SUSAN

(smiles)


Really, Hunt.....
HUNT

(hugs her)

I truly mean that....
SUSAN

I love you Hunt Gillmore...

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HUNT


I love you too, Susan Johnson....You be good at

Wheatley High. I'll come to your graduation next

year.....
SUSAN

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.
FADE TO
MUSIC-OLDIES
CUT TO
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.


HOUSE MOTHER

(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.
STUDENT

I'll help him House Mother....


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.
HUNT

(walks over to the office window)

Uh, mam, my name is Hunt Gillmore.
HOUSE MOTHER

Oh, I see...You are the new pitcher that's going to

help us win a championship, huh?
The STUDENT is speechless....He points.
STUDENT

You are the one from Wheatley, the pitcher that's

Big MCGEE'S worst nightmare.

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HUNT laughs.
STUDENT

(continues)

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

pitchers.


HUNT smiles as he extends his hand for a handshake.
HUNT

(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.
HOUSE MOTHER

(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

(innocence)

Yes mam........
HUNT and JT grab hold of the foot locker and carry it up the stairs.
CUT TO
INT. WILEY COLLEGE-COE HALL-SECOND FLOOR-ROOM 230
JT and HUNT put the footlocker down. JT knocks on the door....
JT

(suggests)

Since Thomas is not expecting you, it best to

knock to see whether he's in..


JT knocks on the door.
JT

(yells)


Hey, Thomas! Wake up! Your new Roomy is here!
The door slowly opens.

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THOMAS

(wipes his eyes)

Ya'll come on in.....
HUNT looks around the small room.
JT

(introduces)

Thomas Lee...This is Hunt. Hunt, this is Thomas

Lee.
They shake hands. THOMAS LEE sits down on his bed.


HUNT

My pleasure.....


THOMAS LEE

Same here, Roomy....Listen, that's your bed over

there...I'm sorry about the messy room.
HUNT

That's cool....I understand.


THOMAS LEE

Wiley's Combo had a Gig last night in

Longview....I play drums. I just crashed after that.

What is your name again?


HUNT

(sits down on his bed)

Hunt...Hunt Gillmore.....
THOMAS LEE snaps his finger.
THOMAS LEE

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.


HUNT

(refuse)


Thanks. I don't smoke.....
THOMAS LEE

(lights cigarette)

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.

83.


JT

(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.
HUNT

Thanks for everything, JT......


JT nods as he leaves the room.
FADE TO
MUSIC-OLDIES
CUT TO
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

Lounge.
ONE GIRL

Who is that?


OTHER GIRL

Who ever he is....sure is cute.


THIRD GIRL

I think it's Helen Gillmore little brother...She is

expecting him.
ONE GIRL

Oh, yeah...He's a pitcher....


OTHER GIRL

Girl! He sure could pitch for me!


THIRD GIRL

Come on ya'll....That boy ain't interested in any of

us....
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.
HUNT

(smiles)


Helen!
They hug each other.

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HELEN

(sits down)

When did you get here?
HUNT

Yesterday! I was so tired from that train ride, I

just stayed in the dormitory.....
HELEN

(excited)

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....
HUNT

All I wanna do is have a chance to pitch....


HELEN

(smiles)


And study....
They look at each other, pause and laugh.
FADE TO
MUSIC-OLDIES
CUT TO
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.
COACH KELLY

(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

Southwest Conference........
HUNT throws and follow through perfectly.
COACH KELLY

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

(continues)

(more)

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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.
COACH KELLY

(takes the ball out of his glove)

You going to be ready this year JB? We almost

won it last year.....


JB

(putting on his jacket)

I'm always ready Coach....Look like we got us

another good pitcher....


COACH KELLEY

Yeah...I'm gonna take him slow. Don't wanna

burn him out his first year.
JB

Anything you say, Coach.....


COACH KELLY

(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.
HUNT

Man! Your fast ball is like a speeding bullet.


JB

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....


HUNT demonstrates.
HUNT

(throws to the catcher)

It's all in the wrist, beyond the seams---under and

over.....


JB

I'm glad you came to Wiley, Hunt....


HUNT

(smiles)


Thanks.....

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JB

Listen,uh, I gotta go. I got a hot date...See ya

tomorrow...
JB exits. COACH KELLY dismisses practice.
COACH KELLY

(yells)


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.
HUNT

(looks curious)

Yes, sir.....
CUT TO
INT. WILEY'S-COACH KELLY ATHLETIC OFFICE
HUNT enters COACH KELLY'S OFFICE. COACH KELLY is sitting behind his desk.
COACH KELLY

(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.
HUNT

(serious as he sits down)

Yes, sir....
COACH KELLY

(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?
HUNT

If you say so, sir.....


COACH KELLY

Good! Now button up that jacket and get some

rest before classes in the morning. Pitchers need

rest....See you.


HUNT buttons up his jacket and rushes out the office.

87.


HUNT

(V.O.)


Restrooms! I really miss Southern now!
FADE TO
MUSIC-OLDIES
CUT TO
EXT. WILEY'S BASEBALL FIELD-BENCH -THE CLAY BOWL-AFTERNOON-TWO

MONTHS LATER


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.
JT

(sympathizes)

Your turn coming, Hunt...Hang in there. Coach

must have a plan for you.


HUNT

(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

Coach thinking?
JT

(serious response)

Freshman...He's hung up on you being a freshman.....
CUT TO
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.
FADE TO
MUSIC-OLDIES
CUT TO
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.


HUNT

(paces)


I hate Bros Henry!...He's the one that messed me

up. I could be pitching for Southern then come to

(more)

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HUNT (CONTINUED)

little old Wiley to clean restrooms...What kind of

scholarship is that, uh?
HELEN grabs HUNT by the shoulders.
HELEN

(shakes him)

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.
HUNT

(wipes his eyes)

I don't know...Maybe I just love this game of

baseball too much....


HELEN

(agrees)


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

to SUSAN.....


FADE TO
MUSIC-OLDIES
CUT TO
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.


HUNT

(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

89.


up and looks around.
HUNT

(continues)

Is that you Old Man!
JT walks into the moonlight.
JT

(looks strange)

Hunt...Who are you talking too?
HUNT immediately gets up......
HUNT

(excuse)


I talk to myself when I'm confused...I'm all right.

What are you doing out here?


JT

I saw you in the moonlight. I thought something

was wrong. You sure you're okay......
HUNT

(starts walking)

I just wanna pitch...I've always pitched. I'm almost

ready to quit. My sister talked me out of it.


JT

(serious)

Your turn gonna come, believe me. They can't

continue to lose and hold you back as good as

you are.....
HUNT

(settles down)

You think so, huh?
JT

Just be ready when the time comes.....


FADE TO
MUSIC-OLDIES
CUT TO
EXT. WILEY COLLEGE BASEBALL FIELD-THE CLAY BOWL-GAME TIME-

AFTERNOON


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.

90.

COACH KELLY



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.
JB

(pulls on Hunt's cap)

Go for it Hunt. Show Texas College some real

nasty stuff.


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.


FADE TO
MUSIC-OLDIES
CUT TO
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.....
UMPIRE

(raises his hand)

STRIKE!
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.


FADE TO
MUSIC-OLDIES
CUT TO
INT. WILEY ATHLETIC OFFICE-GYM
HUNT is sitting talking with COACH KELLY. COACH KELLY is doing most of the

talking. HUNT is quiet....


COACH KELLY

(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....
HUNT

(sits back in his chair)

(more)

91.


HUNT (CONTINUED)

I could have helped Coach.....We could have won

the conference.....I was helpless.....
COACH KELLY

I thought I was doing the right thing...We don't

usually play freshmen that much the first year......
HUNT

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.
COACH KELLY

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.


FADE TO
MUSIC-OLDIES
CUT TO
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

down too.
JT

(compliments)

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?
HUNT

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.
FADE TO
MUSIC-OLDIES
CUT TO

92.


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

a PLAYER.
WHITE MAN

(interrupts)

Excuse me.....
The PLAYER turns around.
PLAYER

(looks strange)

Can I help you?
WHITE MAN

(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.


WHITE MAN

(continues)

Hello, there...uh, what's your name?
HUNT

(curious)

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.
HUNT

(continues)

What's so funny?
WHITE MAN

I come here to see you pitch...


HUNT

(surprise)

What?! You can't be the scout that--
WHITE MAN

(interrupts)

I don't know about all that, but I'm a scout from

the Boston Red Socks. I'm gonna be watching

you today....

93.


HUNT

(excited)

What?! I can't believe this....
WHITE MAN

(writes on the pad)

Your name is Hunt Gillmore, right?
HUNT

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

MAN.
CUT TO
WILEY TEAM is watching as the WHITE MAN talks to HUNT.
JT

(shares information)

Gentleman! That white man over there, happens

to be from the Boston Red Socks. He is here to

scout Hunt.
WILEY TEAM

Boston Red Socks!


A PLAYER

That's strange because they never come here to

scout any black players.
CUT TO
THE WHITE MAN is questioning HUNT.
WHITE MAN

(ready to write)

Hunt, now what is your best pitch?
HUNT

(responds)

Well, I have more than one, a sinking overhand

curve, a crossfire curve, a dropping sinker ball

called, 'beyond the seams.'
WHITE MAN

(curious)

What about the fast ball.....
HUNT

Well, I guess you can say, I'm sneaky fast....


The WHITE MAN laughs.

94.


WHITE MAN

(folds pads)

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.
HUNT

(holds his hands up to the heavens)

Yeah! Thanks Old Man. You taught me well.....
FADE TO
MUSIC-OLDIES
CUT TO
EXT. BASEBALL FIELD-LAST INNING-7TH
HUNT is working on a one hitter. Big HUT walks out to the pitching mound. Two men

are out.
BIG HUT

(encourages)

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.
CUT TO
The WHITE MAN is observing every pitch behind the screen.
CUT TO
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.
CUT TO
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?
HUNT nods.

95.


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....


HUNT

(stands up)

Thanks for your support, Mr. Rosenbug.
THE WHITE MAN

That's my job, young man. That's my job.


FADE TO
MUSIC-OLDIES
CUT TO
EXT. SUSAN'S HOUSE-FRONT PORCH-EVENING-THREE MONTHS LATER-

HOUSTON, TEX.


SUSAN and HUNT are hugging each other on the steps of SUSAN'S porch.
SUSAN

(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.
HUNT

Yeah, I know. I love you too, especially for

waiting on me to come home....It's not easy being

away from you....


SUSAN

Hunt, I don't care how much it pains, I never want

to get in the way of what you wanna

do....especially baseball.


HUNT

(smiles as he goes into his pocket)

I do appreciate that Susan--
HUNT pulls out an engagement ring.
HUNT

(continues)

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.

96.

HUNT


(continues)

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.

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