(touches her heart)
I don't know what to say---I'm just so--
SUSAN puts her arms around HUNT'S neck and kisses him.
EXT. HUNT'S HOUSE-FRONT PORCH-EVENING-8:00PM
HUNT and his father,CARL are sitting on the front porch. CARL gives HUNT a brand
I know you will take care of it. And don't forget
to oil it down so often. This is fine leather. And
when you get to the Big Leagues, you can hang
this one on the wall as memories.
I don't know about the Big Leagues, Dad. They
say you have to be three times as good as the
white boys. I just love the game on the level I'm
But the time is gonna come, son. Just be ready for
your turn....I gotta get back down to the
waterfront---and tomorrow, you are on that train
CARL gets up slowly.
CARL turns to HUNT.
(looks up at Carl)
Thanks for getting me on at the Waterfront this
summer. Trucking that cotton kept my body in
good shape, plus I made some real money for the
Yep...It was quite an experience, huh? Them old
men down there will work you and talk you to
death especially when you young.
HUNT smiles as CARL goes into the house. The night is quiet as HUNT pounds his fist
into the glove. He takes a baseball from his pocket. HUNT stares at it as he turns the
seams while twisting his wrist back and forth. His sister, HELEN sneaks up behind him
and touches his shoulder. HUNT jumps up.
Helen! Don't do that?
HELEN laughs as she sits down on the porch with CARL.
(pushes him on the shoulder)
Quit being so jumpy...
HELEN picks up the glove. She pounds her fist into the glove.
(takes the glove)
This is new.....Listen. Congratulation on
graduating from Wiley College. I haven't had the
chance to say this personal to you...Gonna miss
you up there.
You think you going to be all right without your
big sister going to bat for you. huh?
HELEN tickles HUNT under the arms. He laughs.
I'm gonna be fine....Quit, girl!
HELEN continues to tickle HUNT.
You are going to be patient, right?
HELEN continues to tickle HUNT.
HUNT laughs as HELEN continues to tickle him.
EXT. WILEY BASEBALL FIELD-THE CLAY BOWL-EVENING-FIVE MONTHS
HUNT and JT are running wind sprints. Spring is almost here. They stop to take a breather.
Man..hold up! You gonna run my balls off....
JT bends down to one knee as he tries to catch his breath.
(running in one place)
I'm ready this year, JT. We gonna win the
(raises his hand)
Okay! But let's not kill ourselves before the
season begin, Hunt, Jesus! Let up a little bit...Let's
go check some pretty girls out on campus.
HUNT sits down on the grass.
What for? I got a girl.
JT laughs at HUNT.
Girls, my man. You just can't have too
many....Come on....It doesn't cost you nothing to
observe, baby...Loosen up!
INT. WILEY COLLEGE LIBRARY-EVENING-8:00PM
A girl name JEAN is sitting at the studying table with HUNT. They are looking over some
notes from ZOOLOGY class.
(closes the notes)
Jean! Why are we studying, butterflies, spiders
and frogs, and no telling what else? Mrs. Reisnor
is in another world. How we gonna use this in the
HUNT squeezes the tennis ball in his hand. JEAN pulls off her glasses.
To think about it. Who cares, huh?
(snaps his finger)
That's right! Let's get out of here!
HUNT gets up to leave, but JEAN doesn't move.
(pencil touches her lips)
Only one thing, Hunt...
She sure doesn't care about giving us an F if we
don't know these notes tomorrow. You wouldn't
want that to happen I know.
(sits back down)
You're right...Like all ways....
EXT. WILEY COLLEGE-DOGAN HALL-GIRLS DORMITORY-9:00PM
HUNT and JEAN are standing in front of DOGAN HALL GIRLS DORMITORY.
(gives a book to her)
Thanks for helping me out this year with Zoology
(takes the book)
It's been my pleasure, Hunt. I've always admired
you as a baseball player and as an honest person.
If I wasn't--
Committed?---listen, I truly understand. Susan is
a lucky girl.
JEAN turns and walks away leaving HUNT standing there in an innocent way.
EXT. WILEY COLLEGE-BASEBALL FIELD-THE CLAY BOWL-TWO MONTHS
WILEY'S TEAM is practicing on the field. The infielders are throwing the ball around to
each other. The outfielders are shagging balls. The pitchers, JB, HUNT and catchers, JT
and BIG HUT are practicing in the pitching area. COACH KELLY walks over to the bench.
Everybody up! On the double!
The TEAM sprint off the field in a hurry. The PITCHERS are the last ones to trot up to
We are in the hunt to be champions. But we still
have a mountain to climb, Grambling and Southern.
I heard that Sammy, the pitcher for Grambling
threw his arm away. It just popped one day he
That's true...Hunt, JB and Ike, I preach everyday
to ya'll about taking care of your arms.....Now
next week we play Grambling. Ya'll know Eddie
Robinson, the assistant coach and Pres is gonna
be gunning for us on their own turf.....
Is the president of Grambling really the head
coach of baseball?
That's why we call him Pres....Now we play
Southern the following week for the championship
if we get by Grambling next week. You better do
a lot of praying....Give me two on the double!
The TEAM takes off running around the field.
INT. WILEY'S ZOOLOGY DEPARTMENT-REISNOR CLASS ROOM-MORNING
HUNT is looking in a microscope. MRS.REISNOR approaches him. HUNT is faking like
he is concentrating on the lesson.
(touches Hunt on the shoulder)
Mr. Hunt...May I have a word with you?
MRS. REISNOR points toward her desk. HUNT walks over to the desk.
(continues as she sits down at her
Tell me, Mr. Hunt. Why have you been missing
so many days lately?...
Well, Mrs. Reisnor, I've been on the road with the
baseball team. We are in the hunt for the
championship this year.
(taps her pencil on the desk)
MRS. REISNOR (CONTINUED)
Well, I tell you what Mr. Hunt, if you miss
another day in here, the hunt for the championship
going to bring you a flat out F....
But Mrs. Reisnor, I'm on a baseball scholarship,
Watch me, Mr. Hunt.........
EXT. GRAMBLING COLLEGE-BASEBALL FIELD-EVENING-3:00PM
GRAMBLING TEAM is on the field warming up. WILEY TEAM is warming up on the
other side of the field. The UMPIRES are standing at home plate chatting. COACH
KELLY and COACH EDDIE ROBINSON approach home plate at the same time. The
PRES. is chatting on the side with one of his pitchers.
(looks at Eddie)
Eddie Robinson...How your football team gonna
look next year?
I don't know...I tell you when the season comes
EDDIE hands his Line Up to the UMPIRE. COACH KELLY and EDDIE ROBINSON
I'm sorry about Sammy, Eddie.
Yeah! He heard his arm pop when he was
throwing in the gym.
COACH KELLY hands the UMPIRE his Line Up.
(puts line-up in his pocket)
All right coaches, let's play ball!
The UMPIRE brushes home plate off. The other UMPIRES takes their positions.
EXT. GRAMBLING BASEBALL FIELD-7TH INNING-4-2
WILEY TEAM is winning 4-2, 7th inning. The last BATTER for GRAMBLING TEAM
steps up. JB is on the mound and one away from winning the first game of the series.
GRAMBLING BATTER digs in, trying to keep the inning alive. JB winds up and delivers
a speeding fast ball. The BATTER swings and misses.....The first game is over. WILEY
wins, 4-2. WILEY TEAMMATES congratulate JB. JB points at HUNT.
It's on you now! We got the first one. Get
nasty......Come on down here.
HUNT runs down to the pitching area to warm up. JT is waiting on him as HUNT throws
his jacket to the ground.
Show your best stuff just like you did those other
teams, baby....It's all on your shoulders now.....
EXT. GRAMBLING BASEBALL FIELD-7TH INNING-5-1-SECOND GAME
WILEY TEAM is winning the second game, 5-1. HUNT has a man on first and third, one
man out. WILEY TEAM is on the edge of the bench.
PRES yells from his GRAMBLING bench.
Please! Don't let Wiley and that little left hander
beat us...Dig in on him, Lucious! Come on!
HUNT rubs up the baseball. Big IKE trots over to the mound.
You got this chump on first. He's leaning too
much toward second.
HUNT nods his head at IKE and steps back on the mound.He stretches, looks home, looks
back to first base. The RUNNER is easing off first. HUNT telegraphs toward home plate,
kicks and fires to first base. The RUNNER is caught between second and first in a run
down. BIG IKE tags the runner out. PRES and EDDIE run up to the UMPIRE at home
plate. PRES kicks up some dirt.
He balked, John! Where's your eyes, man!
He's right, John. His shoulders lean toward home
plate, for peace sakes, man! Come on! Give me a
The UMPIRE shakes his head.
Ya'll are wrong...He executed that move perfectly.
He did not commit to home plate....Play ball!
EDDIE and PRES retreat to the bench, losing the argument. The next BATTER steps up
with two men out and one man on third. HUNT goes into his wind up. He delivers a
sweeping curve to home plate. The BATTER pops it up to second base. WILEY TEAM
jump up and down while running on the field to congratulate HUNT. WILEY wins 5-1
and a chance to play Southern for the championship next week.
EXT. SOUTHERN UNIVERSITY-BASEBALL FIELD-WEEK LATER-EVENING.
The CHAMPIONSHIP GAME is about to start. Scouts are everywhere. Detroit Tigers,
Chicago Cubs, The Dodgers,Giants, Cardinals and many others. HUNT home -boys are all
over the place yelling at him. It is quite a scene and event. HUNT is sitting on the bench
waving back at his home-boys from Houston.
Man! This is like our little World Series. I never
thought it would be like this!
A SCOUT rushes up to the bench. He has a pad in his hand and a cigar in his mouth.
(approaches the bench)
What two pitchers are throwing today?
Everybody points at JB and HUNT. The SCOUT approaches HUNT first. JB is warming
up farther down the side line.
What's your name, kid?
(kind of nervous)
(writes on pad)
What your best pitch? I can tell you are a lefty by
looking at your glove.
Sweeping curves, sinkers and sneaky fast.....
Okay...I'm gonna be watching. My name is
Harvey and I'm scouting for the Detroit Tigers.
Good luck. Where's that other pitcher?
HUNT points at JB. The SCOUT walks down to talk with JB. SCOUTS are coming from
(approaches the bench)
I'm looking for a strong hitter that I can put on
the plane after the game. I'm from the Cardinals.
Just call me Joey.
Man! I never seen nothing like this before.
Just stay focus on the game. Southern has a hot
commodity on the bench over there, LB. He's a
good hitter, but speed is why they are after him.
Try not to put him on base. He run bases like a
Jaguar......One thing in your favor, he's a left hand
hitter and I'll put you up against those odds any
old day. He was a pinch hitter last year.
The UMPIRE brushes off home plate. COACH KELLY and SOUTHERN'S COACH
bring up the Line-Ups. The TWO COACHES shake hands and return to their benches.
COACH KELLY yells for everybody to gather up.
(looks at JB)
Are you okay, JB?....
JB wipes the sweat from his face.
I feel good, Coach...
Listen. This is what we are up against. Speed,
especially LB. Try to keep him off the bases
because he will kill us as a runner. JB, bring your
fast ball down a little and they'll never see
it.....Okay Team, let's get this first one.
UMPIRE puts on his gear. SOUTHERN CATCHER and PITCHER are chatting on the
mound. The infielders are throwing the ball around the horn. WILEY BATTER is waiting
on deck for the UMPIRE to begin the game.
(steps behind the catcher)
Let's play ball, gentlemen!
WILEY BATTER digs in with his bat waving in the air. SOUTHERN PITCHER delivers
the first pitch.
Both benches are yelling. JB delivers. The BATTER swings and misses. JB winds up and
fires to home plate. The BATTER can't catch up with it. He swings out on strikes.
EXT. SOUTHERN BASEBALL FIELD-BIG HUT BATTING-6TH INNING
BIG HUT steps to the plate. The game is tied 2-2. SOUTHERN PITCHER delivers a fast
ball right down the middle of he plate. BIG HUT swings and send a deep fly ball to left
field and over the fence. His teammates are jumping up and down as he crosses home plate.
The score is now 3-2 in favor of WILEY.
EXT. SOUTHERN BASEBALL FIELD-7TH INNING-LB AT BAT.
The last inning is up. Two men out with LB at the bat for SOUTHERN. IKE, the first
baseman goes over and whispers something to JB. He trots back to first. LB digs in at the
plate. JB stares to home plate, winds up and delivers. LB smacks a single to right field. He
rounds first and slides into second before the outfielder picks up the ball. BIG HUT trots
out to the mound.
Watch third. I think he's going. We only need one
out. Concentrate on the hitter...We'll take care of
JB steps back on the rubber. He winds up quickly. LB breaks for third base, the BATTER
swings and pops the ball up to third base. The THIRD BASEMAN squeezes it tightly in
his glove. WILEY wins 3-2 that ties them with SOUTHERN for the CHAMPIONSHIP.
WILEY TEAM run on the field to congratulate JB. JB points at HUNT.
(yells at Hunt)
The big one is yours. Let's see you shine and we
can go home as Champs, baby!
EXT. SOUTHERN BASEBALL FIELD-SECOND GAME-5TH INNING-4-3
HUNT has a one run lead, 4-3 in the 5th inning. His curve is not breaking as usual. He
wanders around on the mound rubbing the ball. Two men are out and LB at the plate. He
steps on the rubber and delivers a curve right down the middle of the plate. LB swings and
misses. HUNT is pitching carefully. He doesn't want to walk LB. HUNT fires another
sweeping curve ball. LB pops it up to First Base. IKE squeezes it tight and WILEY TEAM
runs off the field.
EXT. BASEBALL FIELD-TOP OF 7TH INNING-SCORE-4-3
WILEY is still hanging onto a 4-3 lead in the top of the 7th inning. BIG HUT is at bat.
The pitcher delivers a fast ball on the outside corner. BIG HUT takes a big swing and hits
a deep fly ball over the fence. EVERYONE is jumping up and down as BIG HUT crosses
EXT. BASEBALL FIELD-LAST INNING-BOTTOM OF 7TH-SCORE-7-3
HUNT delivers to the plate with two men out. The BATTER pops up to First Base. IKE
squeezes it and runs over and picks HUNT up. WILEY TEAM storm the field to carry
HUNT off. They are one happy team. LITTLE WILEY are the CHAMPIONS OF THE
SOUTHWESTERN BLACK COLLEGE CONFERENCE.
INT. SLOAN METHODIST CHURCH-ONE YEAR LATER-EVENING-7:00PM-
SUSAN and HUNT are standing at the church altar. The MINISTER unite them as man
I now pronounce you man and wife under God's
law. You may kiss the bride.
SUSAN and HUNT kiss each other.
EXT. FENNIGAN PARK-BLEACHERS-NIGHT-FULL MOON-TEN YEARS LATER.
HUNT is staring out at the empty baseball field. He's explaining baseball to his son. His
SON, BLAKEY is seven years old. HUNT doesn't see black kids playing baseball anymore.
The baseball field he sees is a vacant space and only memories. HUNT puts a baseball in
BLAKEY'S left hand.
You know Blakey, baseball is a nice game to play.
I want you to play this game. In my time, I had to
be three times better to make it to the Big leagues,
but for you, if you're good, scouts will be
knocking at your door......
(looks at the baseball)
Will you teach me how to play, Dad?
(smiles as he takes the ball)
You bet I will. I will teach you much more than I
learned at a young age.
HUNT takes the ball, holds it up and run his fingers along the seams.
An old man told me about the seams of a
baseball....Look, you see, every time you throw
the ball, you are throwing beyond the
seams.....And it does funny tricks...it's like magic,
Blakey.....By the time you get thirteen, you'll be
as good as I was. But the odds was against me.
Even so, that didn't stop me from loving the game.
It's gonna be different for you.
HUNT gets up, ready to go. He takes BLAKEY by the hand.
Come on....I want to show you
something,,,anyway, your mom is probably
wondering what happened to us.
You right...She always worries about me.
You are her only son. Mothers do worry about
INT. HUNT'S HOUSE-BACK DOOR TO KITCHEN-NIGHT
HUNT and BLAKEY walk in the back door. SUSAN hears them come in the house. She
walks in the kitchen.....
Where have ya'll been? I've been worried stiff....
HUNT and BLAKEY look at each other
She was worried....
SUSAN stands up, put her hands on her hips.
What? Ya'll gaining up on me.
Susan...This is man's talk...Listen, don't worry all
the time, we were at the ball park....
Yeah, Mom! Dad is going to teach me all about
the game of baseball.
Oh, brother, not another one in the house.
Listen, Susan...Where did you put all my
autographs balls and clipping of baseball
articles?...Remember I sent all them to you when
I was in college.....
Honey...I haven't ever moved them. They are in
the Cedar Chest upstairs.
BLAKEY and HUNT run up the stairs. SUSAN just stands there shaking her head.
INT. BEDROOM UPSTAIRS-CEDAR CHEST
HUNT opens the CEDAR CHEST. He takes out the shoe box.
(sits on the floor)
Come on Blakey....Sit down here.
BLAKEY sits on the floor next to HUNT. Hunt opens the shoe box. He takes five
autograph balls out first.
These baseballs are old, Dad! You pitched with
all these balls.
Not all at one time, Blakey. Each ball is autograph
by all my teammates and represents the games I
won that year. See all these names....They kind of
hard to read now.
BLAKEY picks up one of the balls.
You were pretty good, huh, Dad? Why didn't you
make it to the Big Leagues?
HUNT picks up some clippings of his write ups.
It was harder for me than it's going to be for
you---Look, Blakey...When you grow up a little
bit more, you can come and read some of these
clippings. This one is about the championship
game at Southern University.....
SUSAN yells from down stairs.
Hunt! Come down here! I got a big surprise for you!
HUNT gets up. He puts everything back in the Cedar Chest.
Come on Blakey...We'll finish this some other time....
INT. LIVING ROOM-HOUSE
HUNT and BLAKEY walk into the living room. There stands BIG B. HUNT can't believe
(looks at Big B)
It can't be! Big B...Aw! Man! I must be dreaming!
Haven't seen you since high school prom.
They hug each other.
I hope you didn't mind me coming unannounced.
Your sister told me where you lived. I saw her in
the Super Market yesterday.....
Get out of here! We are like family!
HUNT introduces BLAKEY.
This is Blakey....Blakey, this used to be my
catcher in teenage ball and high school....
BLAKEY walks up and shakes BIG B'S hand.
(grabs Blakey hand)
Come on young man, it's bedtime.
EXT. BACKYARD OF HUNT'S HOUSE-LATE NIGHT
BIG B and HUNT are sitting on the steps drinking beer.
So you are a lawyer and agent for black
I thought you would be in the Big leagues by now.....
(sips some beer)
Naw! Born too soon. Now is the time. It's gonna
be better for Blakey.
(sips some beer)
Out of all the good ball players in our day...I can't
remember one that made it.
I can remember one.....
You talking about the Lou Brock that stole bases
going and coming...You played---
HUNT sips a drink of beer..
(smiles and proud)
Pitched against that speedster for three
years...Could hit too. Man he was fast!
Baseball is a dying art in our neighborhood. Our
kids nowadays love basketball and football...Ain't
like it used to be. Some black folks think that
baseball have always been a white man's game.....
Uh...I know. That's why I'm teaching Blakey the
magic of the game. If you can't feel the magic,
how can you love the game. The smell of spring
grass will always remind me of baseball.
Beyond the seams. huh?.....Well, we can say we
played the game for fun.....
BIG B stands up. He drinks the last swallow of beer and looks at his watch.
That's the magic. Big B.
Listen. I gotta catch a flight.
HUNT puts his arm around Big B'S shoulder.
Come on big time lawyer, I'll see you to the door.
As they both enter the house, They both 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 come back. Let me
root, root, root for the home team, if they don't
win, it's a shame,---for it's one, two, three strikes,
you're out, at the old ball game......
MUSIC-TAKE ME OUT TO THE BALL GAME