Love and Basketball Page #5

QUINCY:

Oh.

MONICA:

How bout Twinkies? My mom won't ever

buy them.

QUINCY:

Kay.

MONICA:

Okay.

An awkward beat between the new couple. Finally --

QUINCY:

I think we gotta kiss now.

MONICA:

For how long?

QUINCY:

Five seconds.

The two glance around, then climb off their bikes and walk to

the secluded area between their two houses.

QUINCY (cont'd)

Ready?

Monica nods. They lean in, eyes wide open, and touch lips.

Quincy counts to five with his fingers. They pull away,

embarrassed, and walk back to the driveway.

Monica lifts her bike from the ground and climbs on.

QUINCY (cont'd)

Wait. Cause you're my girl now you

gotta ride my bike.

MONICA:

I want to ride my own bike.

QUINCY:

My Dad always drives my Mom.

MONICA:

So?

QUINCY:

(impatient)

So that means I have to ride with you.

Monica doesn't move.

QUINCY (cont'd)

Come on.

MONICA:

I don't have to do what you say.

QUINCY:

Man, forget you then, stupid.

MONICA:

You're stupid. And your Daddy plays for

the worst team in the NBA.

Quincy's face instantly clouds.

QUINCY:

What?

MONICA:

(laughs)

Last time they won, Dr. J. was a nurse.

QUINCY:

Shut up!

He shoves her, knocking her off her bike.

QUINCY (cont'd)

I don't wanna be your boyfriend, you ugly

dog!

Monica leaps up, her dress now dirty. She shoves him back.

MONICA:

I don't want to be your girlfriend, big

head!

They grapple, then fall to the ground swinging...

FADE TO:

BLACK.

FOOTAGE. Men's NCAA Finals. Michigan State against Indiana

State. Magic Johnson against Larry Bird. Magic drives on

Bird, hits a beautiful scoop shot. He celebrates as he jogs

back down court...

FADE IN:

TITLE CARD:
"SECOND QUARTER" then "1988"

INT. CRENSHAW HIGH SCHOOL GYM - DAY

A snarling Black cougar glares down from a large mural. On

the court below, a girl's basketball play-off game.

The bleachers are almost half-full with a hyped crowd. In

the crowd are Monica's parents. Her father is excited and

vocal. Her mom reads a book. Also in the stands, the HEAD

COACH OF THE TENNESSEE LADY VOLS, PAT SUMMIT.

A fine-ass BROTHER leans in the doorway, sporting a letter

jacket with an embroidered "Q" on the chest. He gets as much

attention as the game. A couple of JUNIOR VARSITY

CHEERLEADERS smile his way.

CHEERLEADERS:

"U", "G", "L", "Y", you ain't got no

alibi, you ugly, yeah, yeah, you ugly.

"M", "A", "M", "A", how you think you got

that way, your Mama, yeah, yeah, your

Mama.

On the floor, MONICA, dribbles down court. Just EIGHTEEN,

her athletic figure has a few curves, but her loose jersey

does little to show it off. Her hair is a mess and her knees

are dark with bruises. A small scar is visible on her cheek.

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