Love and Basketball Page #3

Quincy snickers. Nona quickly changes the subject.

NONA:

You know, girl, long as I've lived next

door, I've never seen the inside of this

house.

CAMILLE:

Really? Well, come on, then.

Camille hands Monica the cake.

CAMILLE (cont'd)

Honey, put this in the kitchen.

NONA:

Help her, Quincy.

Camille and Nona head down the hall, leaving Monica and

Quincy alone. The two just stand there.

Quincy reaches out, scoops a finger of frosting, and pops it

in his mouth. Beat, then Monica takes a bigger scoop.

QUINCY:

So...does it hurt?

MONICA:

It's this big hole. You could almost see

bone.

QUINCY:

For real?

MONICA:

Uh huh.

Quincy is impressed.

QUINCY:

So how come you could play basketball?

MONICA:

I just can.

QUINCY:

I never knew a girl that could play.

MONICA:

My Mom says she doesn't know where I come

from 'cause I act different.

QUINCY:

Your Dad play?

MONICA:

He works at a bank.

QUINCY:

My Dad plays for the "Clippers." He says

I'ma be a doctor or a lawyer, but I'ma

play for them, too. Same number and

everything.

MONICA:

I'm going to be number thirty-two, like

Magic.

QUINCY:

He's alright, but my Dad can take him.

MONICA:

What was the most points your Daddy ever

got in Junior High?

QUINCY:

I don't know. A lot.

MONICA:

One time Magic scored forty-eight points,

and they only had six minute quarters and

he sat out the whole fourth.

QUINCY:

You do act different.

MONICA:

I don't care.

QUINCY:

Well, if anybody bothers you, you could

just tell me cause I run this street.

MONICA:

I'd just tell my sister, Lena.

QUINCY:

She don't know how to box, I bet. My dad

showed me how to fight like Ali.

He shows off a flurry of punches.

MONICA:

So, I know karate from "Almighty Isis."

Monica puts the cake down on a box, does a couple of kicks

and hand movements. Quincy is impressed.

QUINCY:

Bet you can't do this though.

Quincy does a jump kick. Monica does the same.

QUINCY (cont'd)

Okay, how bout this?

Quincy takes a couple steps back, then does a cartwheel. It

looks great, until he crashes into the box with the cake.

The cake falls onto his head and shoulder.

Monica doubles over, laughing. Quincy is embarrassed.

Camille and Nona rush back into the living room.

CAMILLE:

Monica, what did you do?

MONICA:

Nothing.

CAMILLE:

(to Nona)

Oh, all that work.

NONA:

It's...it's okay. Can I get a towel?

Camille quickly crosses into the kitchen. Quincy stares at

the floor.

QUINCY:

Sorry.

Nona bends down, whispers in his ear.

NONA:

No. Good boy.

INT. WRIGHT HOUSE - MONICA'S ROOM - NIGHT

Monica sits between Lena's legs, grimacing, as Lena works a

comb through her freshly washed, kinky hair. Monica's head

flops like a rag doll. Her eyes are wet.

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