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5.
9 CONTINUED:
9A huge defensive end, WILSON, sticks his head in as hewalks by.
WILSON:
You got any idea what insurance ona Ferrari costs, motherfu -- !
The CAMERA wisely CUTS BACK TO our announcers.
SUMMERALL:
Okay! That was Washingtondefensive end Wilson Carr,
obviously distraught at this turnof events.
MADDEN:
It's all about money, folks. And
ain't it always?
SUMMERALL:
This is Pat Summerall for John
Madden saying so long from NextelStadium...
DISSOLVE TO:
9A EXT. STADIUM PARKING LOT - NIGHT 9A
Several of the cheerleaders walk out of the stadium,
laughing and making plans for the evening, completelyunaffected by today's events. Until we see ANNABELLE
FARRELL step out. She looks pissed enough for all ofthem.
MARTEL (O.S.)
Annabelle!
She looks over to see Martel grinning as he leans againstthe hood of his Porsche.
MARTEL:
I thought we could have a drink.
ANNABELLE:
I thought you could have scored...
She walks past him as he follows...
MARTEL:
I hear most of the cheerleaders
are gonna walk out in a show ofsolidarity.
(CONTINUED)
THE REPLACEMENTS - Rev. 8/25/99 6.
9A CONTINUED:
9AANNABELLE:
Most are.
MARTEL:
But you're staying? Who are yougonna cheer for? The peanut guy?
He laughs. She doesn't.
MARTEL:
Aw, c'mon, 'Belle. Lighten up...
ANNABELLE:
I'll lighten up in the off-season.
She gets into her car as Martel grins and shakes hishead.
MARTEL:
Listen to you. Maybe you shouldbe team captain instead of me.
ANNABELLE:
At least then they'd have a leaderwith some balls.
Martel's smile fades as he watches her drive off...
CUT BACK TO:
10 EXT. NEXTEL STADIUM - NIGHT 10
An empty stadium.
Quiet as a church, it sits in contrast to the din of
spectacle only hours ago. We SINGLE OUT O'Neil's privatebox high above the stadium as we hear a quiet SNORING...
11 INT. NEXTEL STADIUM - O'NEIL'S LUXURY BOX - SAME TIME 11
The old man sleeps soundly, peacefully. And then we hear
ICE CUBES SLOSHING IN a GLASS. He blinks his eyes open
to see:
JIMMY McGINTY
A handsome devil in his late fifties, wearing golfclothes and sipping the last dregs of a Scotch rocks.
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