Walking Tall Page #4

Still got your reflexes. What, you get

tired of being all that you can be?

CHRIS:

I'm still all I can be.

JAY:

Really? I'll just have to see about

that. What brings you home?

CHRIS:

I just wanna relax, catch my breath.

JAY:

You? Relax?

Another truck with a few guys on it pulls up

JAY:

Not today.

A football game ensues, there are two teams. Jay's guys vs Chris'

guys. On the sidelines Pete pulls up on a small motorcycle. Chris

notices Pete hanging around with kids smoking. It comes down

to the last play, the teams are huddled into two groups talking.

RAY:

If we score here we win right?

CHRIS:

Alright boys, last play. We need to

put this to rest.

RAY:

Just give me the ball.

CHRIS:

You got it. On the first hut!

JAY:

Ok Vaughn, last chance.

Chris gets the ball and throws it. An opponent comes in hard

and tackles him low. He collapses. Ray runs for the ball but

gets clotheslined by Jay.

JAY:

That's game!

OPPONENT:

(to Chris) Sorry about that.

CHRIS:

That's cool man.

Chris Helps Ray onto his feet.

JAY:

Welcome home.

CHRIS:

Good to be back.

JAY:

See ya round. Hey, if you're not doing

anythin later on you could come by the

casino. I'll introduce ya to some nice

girls, drinks are on me. Whaddya say?

CHRIS:

See ya tonight.

JAY:

Cool.

Jay speeds off in his car. Pete rolls up on his bike.

PETE:

Hey Sarge, good game. Maybe next time.

CHRIS:

Hold up. Maybe next time I won't see

you with the bleachers smoking weed.

RAY:

Welcome home buddy.

EXT. OUTSIDE THE WILD CHERRY CASINO

CHRIS:

Don't you have to be native american

to own a casino?

JIMMY:

Oh Hamilton's one sixteenth black man

now.

FRIEND 2

Just so you guys know, I'm gonna triple

my money tonight.

FRIEND 3

Yea, like last time. Wound up selling

your body for bus fare.

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