Bull Durham Page #4

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EXT. THE BALLFIELD -- NIGHT

ANGLE TO ANNIE'S BOX SEAT -- Millie has joined Annie and

Jackson. Clearly, the younger women look up to Annie for

wisdom and insight.

ANNIE:

--Millie, you've got to stay out

of the clubhouse. It'll just get

everybody in trouble.

MILLIE:

I got lured.

ANNIE:

You didn't get "lured". Women

never get lured. They're too

strong and powerful for that.

Now say it--"I didn't get lured

and I will take responsibility

for my actions".

MILLIE:

"I didn't get lured and I will

take responsibility for my

actions".

ANNIE:

That's better.

(to Jackson)

Got the radar ready?

JACKSON:

Ready.

JACKSON AIMS A RADAR GUN at the plate.

THE PENINSULA WHITE SOX LEADOFF HITTER steps in.

TEDDY THE RADIO MAN (V.O.)

The word on LaLoosh is that the

good looking young lefty has a

major league fastball but sometimes

has problems with his control

EBBY CALVIN LALOOSH WINDS UP and fires. The pitch sails

over the batter's head, over the catcher's head, over the

backstop, and CRASHES INTO THE PRESS BOX.

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INT. THE PRESS BOX

THE ANNOUNCER AND SPORTSWRITER CRASH to the floor as the

ball smashes into their booth.

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INT. THE DUGOUT

SKIP SPITS TOBACCO, mumbles flatly to Larry.

SKIP:

Little high.

LARRY:

(shouts to EBBY)

C'mon big 'un, you're okay...

ANNIE'S BOX SEAT -- She turns to Jackson.

JACKSON:

Ninety-five miles an hour.

ANNIE:

He looks great, just great!

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EXT. THE PITCHER'S MOUND

THE CATCHER TALKS TO EBBY, trying to calm him down.

CATCHER:

What the hell was that?! Lighten

up a little. Awright?

EBBY,

(to catcher)

Hey--what's your name again--I'm

bad with names--

CATCHER:

Ed. You want me to write it on

my chest? Jesus ...

EBBY:

Sorry. Hey, Ed, I got a question.

CATCHER:

What?

EBBY:

Who's the beef sitting behind the

third base dugout?

CATCHER:

(slowly)

That's Annie Savoy. Nice eh?

But that's more woman than you

ever dreamed of, Rook. She could

kick your ass and have you for

breakfast

THE CATCHER RETURNS to the plate.

INT. THE PRESS BOX

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WHITEY AND TEDDY WARILY CLIMB back to their seats.

TEDDY:

One ball and no strikes to Willie

Foster...

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EBBY'S NEXT PITCH HITS FOSTER in the ribs. He crumples.

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ANNIE'S BOX SEAT -- She's writing a note. She hands it to

Jackson.

ANNIE:

Take this to Ebby in the dugout

between innings.

JACKSON:

What's it say?

ANNIE:

It says he's not bending his back

on his follow-through.

JACKSON RUNS OFF with the note. Annie turns to Millie.

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