The Talent

and without wasted motion, a shark through water, Jason

descends the steps onto the sidewalk looking stylish...

Travon, Maurice, and two offensive linemen follow, joining

Jason in signing autographs for the SCREAMING FANS outside.

TIME CUT TO:

INT. NIGHTCLUB - LATER

HOT COCKTAIL WAITRESSES lighting sparklers on magnums, HALFNAKED

DANCERS, and a HIP CROWD dancing amidst lasers. We move

through grinding bodies on the dance floor and enter the...

VIP LOUNGE:

Where Hollywood stars are spotted around the open-roofed

space drinking champagne, the moon in the sky visible above.

IN A BOOTH:

Beautiful women surrounding the players who are just eating

it up. Travon leans over to Maurice and whispers in his ear.

9.

TRAVON:

You ever think things would be like

this when you were a little girl?

Travon leans back grinning at his quip before glugging his

champagne. Maurice half-laughs and elbows him hard in the

ribs. Travon spits out the champagne all over Jason’s shirt.

JASON:

Damn, Travon! What the--

TRAVON:

Sorry dude! Maurice was trying to

push up on me under the table.

The women look sideways at Maurice and squirm away.

JASON:

Fools.

He stands up. Maurice looks like he’s going to punch Travon.

BEAUTIFUL WOMAN #1

I can clean that up...

She gets close to Jason, dabbing his chest with a napkin. He

lock eyes with her as the men watch, amused. Jason takes off.

Off the woman’s dejected face, we move to...

INT. MEN’S ROOM - MOMENTS LATER

Where an ATTENDANT hands a PATRON a hand towel. Jason enters

as the patron tries to hand the attendant a $100 bill but

he’s distracted, his wide eyes now on Jason. A little drunk.

ATTENDANT:

Amazing game, Stallings! Can I

please get a selfie with you?

JASON:

I’m a little buzzed now, man.

Walks through the sink area and pushes the disabled door open

at the far end of the men’s room. Jason stumbles inside...

INT. CUBICLE - CONTINUOUS

Where a MAN snorts cocaine on top of the silver paper-holder

box. He jumps up, standing in front. Jason is just silent --

10.

MAN:

OMG, dude, you’re Jason Stallings.

He’s wasted but star struck, his eyes like flying saucers.

JASON:

Is that blow?

MAN:

(surprised)

Yeah, man. It’s good shit. 100%.

Jason watches as the man starts to gather his cocaine kit.

MAN (CONT’D)

I’ll jump in a second... Unless,

you want some?

He looks up at Jason, his eyes fixated on the remaining line.

JASON:

Nah, man. Just get out of here, OK?

MAN:

You sure? I got a little left.

He holds out his hand and shows Jason the cocaine baggie.

INT. VIP LOUNGE - SAME TIME

The song flips over and Maurice motions to Travon to have

another drink, glancing over at a HOT REDHEAD in the booth.

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