Bull Durham Page #3

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SKIP:

Whatta we need a scoreboard for?

We haven't scored any runs all

year

(tough, to Ebby)

Get your ass out there.

As Skip starts to leave.

EBBY)

Hey Boss, I got a question.

SKIP:

(stops, exasperated)

What?!

EBBY:

You think I need a nickname? I

think I need a nickname. The

great ones have nicknames--

somethin' like Oil Can or Catfish

Skip stares at him. He can't believe this guy.

SKIP:

Ya got three minutes.

SKIP WHIRLS AND HEADS BACK OUT TO THE FIELD -- And Ebby

unperturbed, turns his attention back to Millie.

EBBY:

Got time for another quickie?

MILLIE:

Jesus, you got a game to pitch!

EBBY:

But we got three minutes.

EXT. THE BALLPARK -- MOMENTS LATER -- NIGHT

CUT TO:

MAX PATKIN STILL FLAILING AWAY to "Rock Around the Clock".

RECORDING:

When the clock strikes two, three,

and four and the band slows down

we'll yell for more, gonna rock

around the clock tonight.

ANNIE LOOKS THROUGH HER BINOCULARS -- Studying the players

warming up casually on the sidelines as Patkin winds up his

act.

P.O.V. A LATIN PLAYER playing pepper.

ANNIE:

Number twenty-two's thighs are

just great. Who's he?

JACKSON:

(reading the program)

Jose Galindo. He hit .314 at

Lynchburg last year.

ANNIE:

Three-fourteen? Hmmm... Look't

those thighs, Jackson

BACK TO MAX PATKIN -- He finishes his routine.

RECORDING OVER P.A.

Gonna rock, gonna rock around the

clock tonight.

INT. PRESS BOX -- NIGHT

CUT TO:

A WOMAN ANNOUNCER, MARYLOU, 30, speaks into the P.A. mike.

ANNOUNCER:

Let's hear it for Max Patkin--

Applause as Patkin takes his bows, leaves the field, shakes

hands with a the BULL MASCOT LEADING THE APPLAUSE.

ANNOUNCER:

"The Greatest Show on Dirt"--your

own Durham Bulls!

CUT TO:

INT. THE DUGOUT

CLOSE ON ANOTHER PLAYER -- MICKEY MCFEE, 23, black. Smoking

a cigaret--always smoking a cigaret. He snuffs out his

cigaret and RUNS onto the field with the rest of the team,

as--

EBBY ENTERS THE DUGOUT from the runway. Larry and Skip

encourage their players running onto the field. Ebby is

trying to get the zipper on his fly unstuck. He smiles

broadly at Skip and Larry, and grabs his glove.

EBBY:

I'm there, Skip, I'm ready.

CUT TO:

INT. THE PRESS BOX

THE RADIO ANNOUNCER, TEDDY CULLINANE, 50, leans into the

radio mike of a very small local station. Next to him is

the local SPORTSWRITER, WHITEY SHERRARD, 40. Between them

they've seen a million minor league players come and go.

WHITEY:

Is this guy LaLoosh worth a hundred

grand? I hear he's a quart low?

TEDDY THE RADIO MAN

(covering the mike)

He's left handed. Whattya expect?

(on the air)

The Bulls are off to a slow start

having dropped their first three

games, but hope to turn it around

tonight with the professional

debut of the heralded young left

hander, Ebby Calvin LaLoosh.

(beat)

Stepping In for the Peninsula

White Sox is leadoff hitter Willie

Foster

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