Foot Models

EXT. CITY SIDEWALK - MORNING
Music in: Upbeat disco rhythm.
A pair of slacks and fine dress shoes chop back and forth.
The face of a beautiful man peers straight ahead. Extremely serious, he struts down the heavily populated sidewalk in a fine pin stripe suit.
Directly behind him walks Ryan, an extremely overweight male in his late twenties. He mimics the beautiful mans exact appearance and posture.
Ryan’s nostrils begin to flare. He quickly diverts his path into a small shop.
He quickly exits the shop talking on his ear piece, drinking a frappuccino, eating a donut, and smoking a cigarette.
RYAN
(loud) That’s not really my gig... I don’t care if it’s Christmas.
He checks his wrist watch while he continuous to walk down the sidewalk.
RYAN
Charity? When homeless people start paying my bills, I’ll start serving them soup.
He catches a glimpse of himself in a window. He makes several sexy faces while checking himself out in the mirror.
RYAN
I have to go. I’m in the middle of something really important.
He pushes a button on his ear piece, ending the call.
As he approaches a street corner, an elderly woman in a wheel chair rolls over his foot.
Music out: Upbeat disco rhythm.
Ryan lets out a horrific yell. Dropping his drink and half eaten donut, he leans against a building grabbing his bare foot.
RYAN
OMG... OMG!
OLD WOMAN
I’m sorry my dear. I’m having trouble seeing out of my left eye.
RYAN
I need pictures. Pictures are good.

He takes several pictures of his foot with his cell phone. He looks down and notices the wheel chair is stuck on top of his shoe.
He pushes the wheel chair over on its side, throwing the old woman onto the ground.
He puts his shoes back on and walks closer to the old woman.
OLD WOMAN
My new hip.
RYAN
Your hip! What about my money maker.
OLD WOMAN
If you help me up I’ll buy you some cup cakes.
RYAN
First it was your hip and now you poking fun at my weight. What’s your name? Better yet where do you live?
The old woman stands up and dust herself off.
RYAN
You have insurance on that wheel chair? I might have to rehab.
WHEEL CHAIR LADY
Nevermind your foot, fat boy! You pushed me down.

RYAN
Your too old to be driving that yourself. You shouldn't be behind those wheels, someone should be pushing you...
Ryan fires up a cigarett.
RYAN
You know what... (he exhales) forget it. Your probably rolling without insurance like a criminal.
Ryan exhales a large cloud of smoke and gathers himself.
Music in: Upbeat disco rhythm.
A look of self righteousness devours his demeanor as he proceeds down the sidewalk. He cocks his head to the side.
RYAN
(to himself) Ain't a thang!
EXT. -- THROUGH A LUXURY SKY RISE WINDOW -- CONTINUOUS
Deen, a sweaty obese male in his late twenties, brutally jogs on a treadmill.
INT. -- SKY RISE APARTMENT - CONTINUOUS
Still jogging, he takes a drink of water while reading the bible. The treadmill alerts him that his 2 minute work out is over.
Steeping off the treadmill, he grabs his water bottle and takes a drink.
INT. -- HALLWAY -- CONTINUOUS
He walks down a hallway that is lined with several cheesy and unflattering pictures of him and his grandma.
INT. -- LIVING ROOM -- CONTINUOUS
Ryan exits the kitchen holding a tub of hot water and random skin treatment bottles.
Taking the nearby towel he blots off the sweat from in between his manicured and perfectly tanned toes. He places his awkwardly, beautiful feet inside the tub of water.
Cramming the towel down his pants, he continues to dry off the line of sweat that runs down his butt.
Without consideration he takes the now completely wet towel and wipes off his face.
Exhausted, he takes a seat on a leather couch and turns the T.V. on.
EXT. -- CITY SIDE WALK -- CONTINUOUS
Ryan continues to strut down the sidewalk smoking his cigarette. His phone rings.
RYAN
What!
STEPHAN
Ryan my man, it’s Stephan.
RYAN
How are you and your hair doing.
STEPHAN
Impressive as usual.
RYAN
Listen, what do you think about me getting into a new style of modeling.
EXT. -- POOL SIDE -- CONTINUOUS
Stephan, a high profile back of the head model, sits in a lawn chair with a mix drink in hand.
The view of the back of his head is so profound it demands to be seen at all times.
STEPHAN
Define field?
RYAN (O.S.)
I don’t know, back modeling...
Stephan grabs his forehead and shakes his head.
EXT. -- CITY SIDE WALK -- CONTINUOUS

Hello?
EXT. -- POOL SIDE -- CONTINUOUS
STEPHAN
No, I’m here. I was just having a deep thought.
Stephan takes a drink from his frozen Margarita.
EXT. -- CITY SIDEWALK -- CONTINUOUS
RYAN
Hold on a second I’m getting a BEEP.
Ryan pushes a button on his blue tooth.
RYAN
Talk to me.
INT. -- MARV’S OFFICE -- CONTINUOUS
A hot blonde sits behind an expensive desk with her feet propped on top.
MARV’S ASSISTANT
Marv told me to call and remind you about the meeting.
EXT. -- CITY SIDEWALK -- CONTINUOUS
RYAN
I’m on my way.
INT. -- MARV’S OFFICE - CONTINUOUS
MARV’S ASSISTANT
Should I call your brother and remind him?
EXT. -- CITY SIDEWALK - CONTINUOUS
He exhales a stream of smoke.
RYAN
The hell if I know, he’s probably off saving endangered animals.

He thoughtlessly flicks the cigarette in to a baby stroller. Smoke rings rise from the stroller, one by one.
EXT. -- DEEN’S CONDO HALLWAY -- MOMENTS LATER
Deen stands waiting on the elevator to respond. During his short wait his stomach begins to turn.
A noise erupts from his gut as he tries to resolves the discomfort by rubbing his stomach.
The elevator indicator shows it’s only three levels away from his floor.
DEEN
I’m not gonna make it!
Deen turns and quickly walks back in the direction of his condo door. The elevator DINGS and the doors open.
He struggles with the decision to proceed to the elevator or relieve himself. Deen glances at his wrist watch as his forehead beads with sweat.
DEEN
You can do it!
He walks back to the elevator to find several beautiful women crammed inside. He hesitates but eventually joins the stunning crowd.
INT. -- ELEVATOR -- CONTINUOUS
As he stands directly in the center, his skin looks moist as he nervously anticipates the landing. During his decent his face becomes strained.
He closes his eyes and whispers to himself.
DEEN
Don’t do it... Be a team player...
A long high pitch fart consumes the elevator. His eye’s enlarge. He turns and looks at one of the beautiful females.
BEAUTIFUL FEMALE 1
...Sorry...
The other females giggle and cover their noses. He looks deep into the embarrassed girls eyes and passes gas.
BEAUTIFUL FEMALE 2
What the fuck!!!
Deen looks around stunned that he didn’t receive the same humours response.
BEAUTIFUL FEMALE 3 (O.S.)
Smells like baby shit.
The elevator door opens and the women rush out. Deen presses his head against the elevator wall trying to regather himself.
EXT. -- FRONT DOOR OF BUILDING -- MOMENTS LATER
A black limousine pulls up to the curb. Deen exists the building.
Rose, an elderly woman steps out of the limousine dressed in fine clothing. While Deen exits the building, he notices a beautiful woman approaching.
He holds the front door for the beautiful woman, but she ignores his gentlemanly gesture.
Rose observes the beautiful woman’s lack of appreciation.
ROSE
Young lady, why don’t you thank that nice young man? You know chivalry is almost dead because of tramps like you.
The beautiful woman turns around and approaches Deen.
BEAUTIFUL WOMAN
I apologize, that was wrong of me.
The woman reaches into her purse and pulls out a card.
EMBARRASSED WOMAN
This is my number. I’m free this weekend.
Deen, stunned from her compliance, accepts the card.
DEEN
I’ll have to check my schedule.
Deen and Rose stand side by side as the beautiful woman disappears amongst the people standing in the lobby. Rose and Deen bump fist.
ROSE
And that’s how it’s done... On second thought I wouldn’t waste your time.
DEEN
What are you talking about, she was beautiful?
ROSE
Did you see her nails? It looked as if a two dollar whore did them.
Rose picks a piece of lint off of Deen’s Jacket.

She’s just not classy enough for my Deenie baby.
Rose walks towards the front door.
DEEN
Are we still on for X-BOX?
ROSE
Call of Duty?
DEEN
Winner gets a foot rub...
ROSE
Hope I lose.
She waves her fingers as she enters the building.
INT. -- MARV’S WAITING ROOM -- MOMENTS LATER
Ryan sits on a leather couch reading a fashion magazine as the secretary sits on top of the desk speaking into a head set.
SECRETARY
Thank you for calling “Better Looking Then You.” No, I’m sorry, Marv’s in a meeting right now, can I take a message?
Ryan leans over in his seat to sneak a glimpse down the secretary’s skirt.
SECRETARY
I’ll be sure to tell him.
She glares at Ryan and stands to her feet. He grins and readjusts his neck tie.
Deen, out of breath, enters the office. He takes a seat next to Ryan while wiping the sweat from his forehead.
Two large twin doors open and Marv, a short, pudgy Italian, walks out.
MARV
Ryan... Deen! How are my boys doing?
Deen gives Marv a hug.
INT. -- MARV’S OFFICE -- MOMENTS LATER
Deen and Ryan take a seat in front of Marv’s desk. Marv closes the twin doors behind him.
Over sized windows stand behind Marv’s desk. The furniture in the room screams success.
MARV
Would you like a drink... I could have blondie out front order us lunch.
Ryan ignores Marv as he texts on his cell phone.
DEEN
No thank you, I’m fine.
Deen and Ryan sit in rich leather wing back chairs. The foundation of the chairs are replaced with manikin legs.
On the way to his desk Marv stops at a nearby aquarium and begins to feed the fish.
MARV
What do you think about my new fish? I just got him yesterday.
DEEN
What is it?
MARV
It’s one of the most rarest fish in the world.
DEEN
Are you sure it’s not a baby shark.
MARV
What? It’s not a shark, it’s a rare fish!
He takes the bottle of food and shakes it several times over the tank. He looks back at the brothers and gives them a slick wink.
The top to the bottle comes off, spilling all the food into the aquarium. He continues to look at the boys.
MARV
They say not to feed them to much but, I like my fishes nice and healthy.
He sits the empty fish food down and takes a seat behind his desk. Marv peers over his conjoining hands as he briefly studies Deen and Ryan.
MARV
So how’s life treating you?
Marv tries to sit still but, keeps fidgeting over an uncontrollable itch.
DEEN
Work is steady.
RYAN
The bitches keep flowing like tides on a beach.
Marv rubs his stubby thighs together with a look of pure torture on his face.
MARV
I can’t take it!
Marv jams his hand down the front of his pants and starts violently scratching.
MARV
Don’t ever go to the message parlor on the south side of China town.
Marv looks directly at Deen.
MARV
...I think they have fleas in their lotion...
Marv pulls his hand out of his pants and places it to his nose. He displays a look of disgust.
MARV
Ryan, I set up a shoot with a porn company in the valley. It’s just a few preliminary shots of your feet and calves. Apparently this (Marv positions his hands a foot apart) humongous porn star has the legs of a twelve year old boy.
Ryan’s eyes widen.
RYAN
You know I was thinking.
Marv waves his finger at Ryan.
MARV
Don’t you start.
RYAN
But this would be a perfect time.
MARV
I don’t want to hear it! They filed a complaint the last time this happened.
Marv repositions his blazer and runs his fingers through his hair.
MARV
With that being said, the director needs a pair of sculpted legs and your the man for the job.
RYAN
But...
MARV
Not a word!
Marv looks at Deen.
MARV
Deen I’ve been looking around the clock for your type of work, but religious modeling is not a big industry.
DEEN
I might have some independent work coming up.
MARV
Independent? Does that mean your still getting paid.
DEEN
Not exactly. They said they will pray for me instead.
Ryan rolls his eyes.
RYAN
Maybe they can pray that you’ll get laid.
Deen whips his head around and glares at Ryan.
DEEN
Maybe I’ll say a prayer so you can...
RYAN
So I can.... What?.. Come on, keep thinking something will come.
DEEN
I’ll come on your face.
Ryan looks appalled by Deen’s crude outburst. Marv puts his face in his hands and shakes his head.
MARV
That’s enough! What would your parents think if they were here right now? That’s right, they would be shocked.

I was there the day you were born. I can remember it just like it was yesterday.
Marv looks out his giant window.
INT. HOSPITAL - DAY
A pregnant woman lies on a birthing table with her legs raised in the air.
MARV (V.O.)
Your mother was in great pain.
A doctor sits on a stool between her legs with his arms extended anticipating the birth of two twin boys.
DOCTOR
(scream) Push your doing good!
The pregnant mother screams as her beautiful husband nervously holds her hand. Marv stands on the opposite side of the bed encouraging the pregnant mother.
MARV
(with a cigarette bouncing up and down in his mouth) Come on beautiful push. I can’t wait to see those beautiful twins.
As he speaks ashes from his cigarette land on her medical gown covered shoulder.
DOCTOR
Push once more. I see the feet.
A gold light shines from the pregnant mothers crotch as a set of oily bronze baby legs protrude out into the doctors arms.
DOCTOR
(mouth open at a aghast) That’s beautiful.
The further the baby is taken out of it’s mother the more the doctors facial expressions worsen.
DOCTOR
That is the ugliest baby I have ever seen.
The doctor hands the first baby to it’s mother. The mother looks down at the baby with a look of disappointment.
DOCTOR
Push her comes the last one. (whispers to himself) Hopefully it’s not identical.
Another golden beam shoots out of the pregnant mother’s crotch. The doctor pulls out one more set of oily bronze baby legs.
DOCTOR
(nervously) We have a problem. The umbilical cord is wrapped around the baby’s neck. I’ve never had this happen. I’m not trained for this.
Marv taking charge shoves the helpless doctor out of the way.
MARV
This isn't going to happen on my watch.
Marv while still smoking his cigarette grabs the baby’s feet and pulls.
MARV
(shouting) Nurse scissors.
A pair of scissors are placed in Marv’s hands. CLIP. Marv wraps the baby in a blanket and cuddles it with the feet were the head should be.
Marv stares graciously at the child’s glorious feet and ankles.
MARV
(amazed) He’s beautiful.
INT. MARV’S OFFICE - MOMENTS LATER
A tear drops down Marv’s cheek as he continues to stare out the window.
MARV
That’s how it all began.
Deen is asleep in the chair and Ryan is texting. A loud BUZZ rings out. Deen and Ryan snap awake before Marv turns around in his chair.
SECRETARY (V.0.)
Your two o’clock appointment is here.
Marv presses a button on the phone.
MARV
Send her in.
The office doors open and Alexus, a beautiful, full body model walk towards the door.
RYAN
Sweet Jesus.
DEEN
Holy cow.
Ryan and Deen jump to their feet.
MARV
Alright boys your free to go.
She gets up and shoots a sexy smile at the brothers, then turns to Marv.
MARV
One second sweety let take care of my foot talent.
Marv starts to shove the two brothers out of his office.
MARV
(In a heavy Italian accent) Forget about her boys. She’s the real deal. A total package, full body model.
Marv looks at Deen.
MARV
Not just beautiful below the knee.
DEEN
Marv you have to introduce me.
MARV
Tell you what, I will see what I can do.
Marv escorts Ryan and Deen out of his office and closes the door behind him.
INT. PORN SHOOT - DAY
Deen’s lower legs stand behind a naked female porn star. The sound of a woman climaxing and skin slapping consumes the room.
PORN DIRECTOR
Cut!
INT. PORN SHOOT - DAY
Ryan’s saggy, droopy, and pale white back side stands fixed with the female porn star’s legs on his shoulders.
PORN DIRECTOR
Uhhm... Ryan that was great but, me myself and the producers have told you several times that we don’t need you to be naked in the shoot... We are just filming your lower legs.
RYAN
(confused)
Sorry chief I just wanted to get into the role.
The director motions to his assistant. She grabs a white bedazzling robe and carries it to Ryan.
PORN STAR (O.S.)
That’s amazing. (Well known Porn star approaches Ryan) I’ve never seen anything so rock hard visually stimulating.
Ryan’s POV. Ryan and the porn star stand face to face.
PORN STAR
(passionate) Can I touch’em? (The porn star then slowly squats towards the ground.) Can I?
Ryan stands awkwardly still not knowing what he’s talking about. The porn star grips the back of Ryan’s calves.
PORN DIRECTOR
How do you get them defined?
Porn star looks up at the cast and crew and screams.
PORN STAR
(intensely)
Do you see this? This is perfection! This is time dedication and professionalism at it’s FUCKING BEST!
The assistant walks up and hands Ryan his robe. The porn star stands up as Ryan puts on his commanding robe. The back of the robe shows an impression of a large foot.
Above the foot impression reads “Ryan’s” and beneath the impression it says “La Foot” in cursive.
PORN STAR
Can you just give me a quick tip? How do you get your calves like that?
RYAN
(prideful) Why don’t you show me what your doing wrong and I’ll correct it.
Porn star stands with his feet shoulder width apart and performs the most pitiful excuse for calve raises ever seen.
RYAN
(insulted) What the hell is this shit? Your dick has better form than you do.
PORN STAR
Show me Ryan. Just show me how.
Ryan stands like a super hero with his hands on his hips and demonstrates an elaborative double foot calve raise. He then shows his ability with a single foot calve raise.
The cast and crew gasp. Ryan corrects the porn stars form.
RYAN
(slapping the porn stars ass) Straighten your legs and back.
The porn star corrects his form at Ryan’s command.
RYAN
Put your hands on your hips and thrust upwards.
PORN STAR
I feel it.
An empowered and aggressive look sweeps across the porn stars face.
PORN STAR
I feel it. (He gives a few thrusts.) I FEEL IT!
The porn star becomes wide eyed and intense. Ryan slaps him across his face and points to the female porn star still laying on her back.
RAYN
Take what you’ve learned and beat that shit up.
Porn star turns and steps toward the table were the female porn star is waiting.
INT. CHRISTIAN PHOTO SHOOT - DAY
The lower half of a beautiful leg and foot sits wrapped in a vintage brown leather sandal on top of a rock. Flash bulbs flicker.
PHOTOGRAPHER (O.S.)
Give me a little bit of calve flex... No. No. No. Too much muscle, never mind.
Deen stands in front of a photographer and photo crew.
PHOTOGRAPHER
Ok... Now hold that pose. (final bulb flashes)... and we’re done.
Deen takes his foot of the rock. The photographer shakes Deen’s hand.
PHOTOGRAPHER
I want to thank you again Deen for doing this. We wish we could pay you but we’re barely able to put this play on, let alone advertise.
DEEN
(compassionate) Don’t worry about it. I love doing this for the church. (He looks up at a stain glass window.)
PHOTOGRAPHER
Before you leave give sister Higgins your address. I’m going to send you a framed poster of the play.
DEEN
I’ll do that on my way out.
EXT. -- BASKET BALL COURT -- DAY
A foot covered in sweat pivots to the side slowly. The sound of a man exhaling echoes under an eagle scream.
A hand grips on a basket ball tenaciously squeezing it. Ryan’s lower half takes off leaping from the half court mark.
His legs spread and he vertically climbs into the air with the help of a rope and harness attached to his waist.
DIRECTOR
Shatter the glass!
While slam dunking the basket ball a grip flips a switch causing the back board shatters.
DIRECTOR
Nice keep walking to half court!
An athletic model wearing luxurious and gaudy basket ball shoes casually drops the ball and rests his foot on it. Ryan’s lower half is still suspended in the background.
DIRECTOR
Alright cut!
The Director is big bald and sweating profusely. He chews on a cigar and speaks from the side of his mouth. Ryan is suddenly dropped and slams to the basket ball court.
DIRECTOR
Fancy Feet! Get over here! Hurry up continuity baby.
Ryan walks up to the marker and places his foot on the ball. The athletic model takes his foot off the ball and walks away.
DIRECTOR
The camera is rolling keep the ball still! Rolling... Action!
Ryan, wearing the new clear shoe, places his foot on the ball. A gold logo flashes across the shoe and it glistens in the spotlight.

The director moves away from his camera and quickly shuffles to another one pointed at Ryan’s foot.
DIRECTOR
Go ahead. Look at it!.. Look at it!!!
An Assistant Director measures the light by Ryan’s foot. The director twists his cigar and smiles with content as his assistant director gives him a thumbs up.
DIRECTOR
I know it’s hard to look away when you see a foot that fucking perfect.
The Assistant Director, wearing a microphone headset, walks up to a small video monitor and looks closer at the image of Ryan’s foot.
ASSISTANT DIRECTOR
(softly)
It’s so perfect.
Ryan holds his foot on the basket ball as the director zooms in on a the futuristic bubble wrap looking new basket ball shoe.
ASSISTANT DIRECTOR
How are they so soft?
Ryan looks down at the assistant director.
RYAN
The pedicures, creams and unique cosmetics keep these puppies looking smooth.
As Ryan walks away from the basket ball he spins it with his foot. The director with camera in hand follows Ryan’s foot steps away from the spinning ball.
Pictures of Ryan’s foot are shown by a hand opening a photo album. The hand flips through pages comprised of foot photos. Each photo has it’s own distinct design and setting.
DIRECTOR
That foot has been in every national magazine around the world.
On the cover of the national geographic is a picture of a man spitting fire.
RYAN (V.O.)
In the crowd behind the starving children. I’m the foot wearing Croc sandals. That’s my foot. Oh, and in the Friend’s second season third episode, Chandler stumps his toe and for one second there is a close up on what you think is his foot... That’s my foot.
A camera man holding the camera on Ryan’s foot wipes his brow.
CAMERA MAN
That’s nice.
DIRECTOR
(shouts)
Alright cut!
The director puts on shades and a top hat the walks up to Ryan. The director extends his arm to shake Ryan’s hand.
DIRECTOR
Beautiful baby. Nice spin on that ball.
RYAN
Just one of my many talents.
DIRECTOR
When you showed just a little bit of the soul. Perfect.
Ryan
My soul is perfect. Just one of my many talents.

DIRECTOR
That’s what I want. Just take ten and we will do the shot one more time. Perfection baby it’s got to be perfect.
Ryan watches Deen beside the craft services table. He is wearing the same shoes as Ryan.
The director walks up to the craft service table and grabs a bag of chips and soda then grabs the woman’s ass. She looks at him and smiles.
DIRECTOR
Hey, Deen! Can I talk to you for a minute?
The Assistant Director leans even closer to the video monitor which is still holding an image of Rayn’s foot in the new basket ball shoe.
ASSISTANT DIRECTOR
It’s amazing what beautiful feet do for a shoe.
Ryan watches the director and his brother Deen converse over a table full of snacks.
Ryan
If it wasn't for that I would be a full body model. But, hey I’m not complaining my foot and I have done pretty well for ourselves.
Ryan speaks to the director’s camera as he watches the director talk to his brother Deen.
RAYN
When people say I’m not a model. I show them my foot.
The director shares a laugh with Deen and pats him on the back.
DIRECTOR
(loudly)
That’s why they pay you the big bucks.
The director looks down at his watch and turns to his Assistant Director.
DIRECTOR
Tell everyone they have ten minutes.
The director walks up to his female assistant who is wearing a head set and holding a coffee and turns back to Deen.
DIRECTOR
Deen, baby, your in the next shot! I’m going to let your brother take a break while I get you in some action shots. Shelly...
Shelly, An attractive woman wearing a red dress and high heels jumps to attention and acts excited to be noticed by the Director. There is a loud annoying RING. The director reaches into his pocket pulls out his phone and glances at it.
DIRECTOR
I’m going to watch that slam dunk footage on my Phone. I have to take this call. Everybody take fifteen. God I love being the man in charge.
The director gets up from his chair that reads “Man in Charge” throws open a door and heads into the rest room with Shelly on his arm. Ryan watches him walk away then looks back at the Assistant director who is still starring at the video monitor.
RYAN
(to the camera)
I was on the cover of the Berken-Stock magazine for six years straight. When they took my foot off of the front page it was only for my brother.
Ryan looks over at his brother who is eating a sandwich really fast.

RYAN
(spiteful) He was blessed with beautiful feet too.
Ryan looks over at Deen’s shoes then up at his calves that sparkle in the light when slightly moved.
RYAN
His name is Deen and we have been in the foot model business our whole lives.
Marv is wearing a cheesy sweat suit walks in and gestures for Ryan to walk over in his direction.
MARV
Ryan! What’s the news? How’s the shoot?
Ryan looks at Marv as he starts to fill up a plate at the craft service table.
Marv
Hey, come here twinkle toes. You look like you’ve lost weight. You look great.
Marv puts his arm around Ryan’s shoulder and leads him away from the set and commercial crew.
MARV
You are going to love me. Look...
Marv struggles down a large gulp from his flask.
MARV
Uhm, little something to warm me up.
RYAN
How’s the foot fungus?
Marv itches his foot and looks to see if anyone noticed.
MARV
Oh, the doctor gave me some pills for That. Xanx for stress. Some pain pills for my back, Narcos for my neck and shit...
Marv pulls a pill bottle out of his coat stares at the label on a bottle.
Marv
Something for my blood pressure.
Marv shakes the bottle rattling the pills then opens it up and guzzles some straight from the bottle.
Marv lights up a cigarette and puts his hand on Ryan’s shoulder.
MARV
We have a new gig. J-Mart wants to have your foot on the front of their new flip flop summer fun campaign.
RYAN
(frustrated)
Fuck J-Mart! I don’t want to model their cheap ass shit. Only poor people shop there Marv.
MARV
Hey we are talking about bread here. Who cares as long as you get paid. You can’t think every job is beneath you.
Ryan pulls back from Marv.
RYAN
I don’t know. I don’t want my foot to look low class. I’ll get stuck doing low end modeling and never be able to get the high end gigs.
MARV
You are kidding me right? I know you are sick of doing these just foot shot shoe commercials. (convincing) I’m giving you a chance to make the big bucks and hell, even get your calves shown.
Ryan looks at Marv with an open mouth.
RYAN
(surprised)
They want to go that high?
Ryan looks at his calves and flexes them.
MARV
Oh yeah. They want your lower half. It will be the first thing people see as you walk through the J- Mart doors.
Marv puts his hand on Rayn’s shoulder. Ryan looks up and envisions the huge sign as he walks into a J-Mart.
MARV
You can’t deny, you want to show that skin. Sandals and flip flops are the future of foot wear. Trust me, I’ve been in the biz long enough to know.
Rayn looks at Marv with uncertainty.
MARV
Hey, it is how you got noticed. Not to mention your brother is making a killing showing those god given toes and calves while you are stuck in those bubble wrapped plastic pieces of shit.
Ryan looks at the bubble wrap shoes he is wearing and stands on his toes. Bubbles begin to POP in the shoes he’s is wearing.
RAYN
Deen is making more money than me?
Marv takes out a cigarette and offers Ryan one.
MARV
Your brother is doing great. In fact he is doing better than you. You two should hang out more it might smooth up your rocky past.

Marv touches his nose and looks at Deen who is eating at the craft service table.

You heard he’s the new Ben Scriller and Brad Pik movie coming out? Some kind of World War two flick.
Ryan looks at Marv astonished then the two gaze at Deen who is standing at the craft service table eating.
MARV
(whispering)
His foot is right there in the first scene. Hell, I even heard...
Marv takes Ryan’s shoulder then leans into his ear.
RYAN
What?
The two look at Deen who is getting filmed as he walks in the bubble wrap shoes.
MARV
(whispering)
He is going to be in the movie trailer. He has his own close up.
Ryan moves closer to Marv aggressively.
RYAN
What kind of close up?
MARV
A shot were he is flexing the arch of his foot. It’s a standard lower half shot but, It’s for three seconds.
RYAN
Shit! That Fucker!
Ryan breaks away from his agent in anger and jealously.
MARV
From behind it looks just like your foot. Come on don’t let it get you down. Use it as motivation.
MARV
Listen. I booked you a gig with him tonight.
RAYN
What? I’m bitting my lip here. It’s taking everything I got just to be at the same shoot.
Marv takes a drag of his cigarette and holds he smoke in.
MARV
(suggestive)
You don’t take a chance on expanding your career then hell, you may just end up being a has been foot model. They’ll call you old feet. You’ll end up like those foot models from the twenties that got caught up in heroin and poetry.
Marv steps on his cigarette butt then inches toward Ryan with open arms.
MARV
Hey, it’s me, “Starving Marvy” super agent.
Marv smiles and a gold capped tooth shines under a thick mustache.
MARV
I’m trying to get you better deals. You just have to be willing to take them.
Marv and Ryan look at Deen who is showing his foot off to the assistant director. Marv pulls a prescription bottle from his pocket and hands it to Ryan.
RYAN
What’s this?
MARV
They help me with anxiety. Think of them as pez for your mood.
Ryan grits his teeth and looks at Deen briefly before turning around.
RYAN
Look at that smug self righteous bastard. Who does he think he is.
MARV
(encouragingly)
That’s why he’s going to be in a major movie.
Ryan takes out a pill bottle and downs some prescribed relief. He chews the pills before swallowing them.
MARV
I’ve watched you and your brother dominate the foot modeling world.(regretfully) Then I watched Deen take the reins and forge his own path to foot fame leaving you trailing behind.
Marv looks down at Ryan’s foot then up at his face.
MARV
(sulking)
Hell, sometimes when I look at your foot it makes me angry.
RYAN
Why?

MARV
(inspired) I don’t think you realize how beautiful your foot is.
Marv lights another cigarette.
MARV
(ashamed) Sometimes, I can barley look at my.. long black nails and that stupid ugly mole right on the top of my foot that just looks like a smudge of shit!
The emotion on Marv’s face is evident.
Marv
It’s not my fault that a fungus runs in the family. It’s just bad genes.
Marv flicks the cigarette and with the same hand points at Ryan’s foot.
MARV
Now that’s beauty. You’ve got a god given talent and its your destiny to show those beautiful bare barkers of yours.
Marv looks up at Ryan then tilts his head back and snorts loudly causing people from the craft service table to look over disgusted.
RYAN
(jealously)
Then why is my brother getting all the attention? I’m older more talented and damn it my foot is better. It has more tint and definition!
Ryan holds his head in his hands.
RYAN
He thinks he’s so much better than me. Who the hell does he think he is?
MARV
(suggestive) You should be the one getting the cameos and... hell, even the speaking roles.
Ryan looks at Marv as if he cannot believe the words he just heard.
RYAN
Are you saying my brother has a speaking role?
Marv rubs his moustache.
MARV
There are... a few rumors floating around that he might have a line in the next Tom Bruise movie.
Ryan’s face glows red with jealousy. He stomps his foot causing air bubbles to explode under his toes.
Marv
You should talk to him. Just see if he can plug you into a few Hollywood connections.
Ryan looks at Marv frustrated.
RYAN
(angered)
That’s your job. You know I rarely speak to him.
MARV
Go ahead and make the first move. Talk to him.
Ryan pulls his hair and acts extremely upset.
RYAN
(tight lipped)
Marv You are my agent. Really your like a father. Since our parents died in that freak car wreck.
Marv looks away.
RYAN
Well, you’ve been more like a father slash boss. You know he took that Times Square billboard deal right out from under me. He’s a rat I can’t tolerate. I was stabbed in the back. (emotional) That hurt. He just acts like nothing is wrong.
Deen entertains a group of people at the craft service table by juggling a hackie sack.
RYAN
Smug son of a bitch.
MARV
You two are the top foot models in the world so, you can expect to have to work with him again.
RAYN
I only showed up to this commercial because I’m broke.
MARV
Yeah, and you’ll show up for the next one. You don’t get paid I don’t get paid.
Ryan looks at his brother Deen who is now entertaining the director with his hackie sack tricks.
Ryan
Sometimes I wonder what it would have been like if you never discovered our feet.
The director walks back to the set with his arm around Deen.
MARV
Don’t say that. You and your brother were born for this.
INT. HOSPITAL - DAY
A woman is giving birth as a doctor pulls he small child out.
DOCTOR
It’s coming out backwards.
The doctor grabs a hold of the child’s feet.
DOCTOR
Good God!
FATHER
What is it doctor?
DOCTOR
This is the most beautiful lower half I have ever seen. Keep pushing. I see a penis.
FATHER
It’s a boy!
The doctor’s facial expression starts to turn sour.
DOCTOR
Damn this kid is fat.
The doctor pulls the baby out and hands it to the nurse. Thee nurse wraps up the baby’s face and body then hands him to the mother feet first.
DOCTOR
I think we have another one.
FATHTER
(enthused) Twins!
DOCTOR
This one is coming out the same way. What gorgeous feet.
The doctor’s face turns petrified.
FATHER
What is it doc?
DOCTOR
It’s a boy. A fat little thing.
The doctor hands the baby to the nurse and whips off his gloves sling blood and placenta every where.
DOCTOR
Congratulations these children have beautiful feet.
INT. MARV’S OFFICE - DAY
In a waiting room several groups of parents with their small children are lined up in chairs against a wall, their bare feet sticking out in front of them. Ryan’s father turns to his son.
FATHER
These kids don’t have shit on your feet.
A pair of flashy cowboy boots with spurs walk out of a room as the door swings open Marv stands in a tight sparkling gold shirt staring through children like a gun fighter at high noon about to smoke his enemy.
FATHER
That’s him. Marv is the best foot model agent in the business.
Marv’s spurs are attached to his boots and spin as a harmonica whales a western note. Ryan’s eyes widen and his father puts an arm around him smiles confidently.
Marv walks past the children looking at each of their feet while holding a magnifying glass.
MARV
Flat feet. Too skinny. Wide arch. Too light. Fat. That’s odd.
Marv looks at a small child then leans down to get eye level with him.
MARV
Next time your mommy and daddy bring you here.
Marv leans in closer to the child.
MARV
(raising his voice)
Tell them to clip your fucking toe nails.
The small child begins to cry. Marv moves on down the line and suddenly pulls back from a kids foot with a disgusted look on his face. He then moves on to the next one.
MARV
You should have a doctor take a look at that.
MARV
That’s just plain ugly and.. those are...
Marv pauses and uses the magnifying glass to look closer at Ryan’s feet.
MARV
Perfect.
He lowers his head and leans down with a magnifying glass.
MARV
This boy has the most beautiful feet I have ever seen.
Marv looks Ryan in the eyes then places his hand on Ryan’s shoulder.
MARV
I’m going to make you a star boy. Your foot will be in every Christmas catalogue... wearing these.
Marv holds up a pair of Styrofoam and leather sandals in front of Ryan’s face.
MARV
They are called Straps and every Nickelodeon kid star is wearing them. If we put this foot in these sandals.
Marv looks at Ryan’s father.
MARV
The sky is the limit.
Deen walks in the room wearing the strap sandals.
DEEN
Wow, these feel good.
A scowl runs across Ryan’s face as Marv shoots over to Deen’s foot.
MONTAGE: Deen and Ryan’s foot are photographed with several times and put on the cover of many different magazines such as: Kitty slippers, Teen Toes, Fine Feet Are Us, Slippery Sandals, Party Feet, Foot fetishes, Man of Arch, Farmers Almanac, High Times and MAD.
RYAN
He’s been like a planter’s wart on my heel of popularity. Where ever my foot was, there was his.
The two brothers trade off on photographs. There feet grow and the magazine titles change as they go from living in a slum to an uptown apartment.
RYAN (V.O.)
It seemed to work. I didn't mind sharing the fame with my brother.
On the cover of Rolling Stones magazine Alice Cooper’s feet are replaced on photo shop with Ryan right and Danny’s left foot. They look at the photo of their feet together an high five.
Ryan and Deen walk up to Marv and the three pour out champaign then toast.
INT. PRADA SANDAL SHOOT - NIGHT
Ryan sits in a chair with a solum expression surrounded by a studio and cameras. A photographer named Ralf is snapping pictures of his lower half while a techno song plays in the background.
RALF
Ok, that’s it baby... Bring that beautiful lower half to the left a little. WHAOH! Right there.
The doors open and Deen walks in with a mink coat and gaudy jewelry. He takes off the coat and shivers. Then he blows a large bubble of gum.
He pulls the gum bubble out of his mouth and sucks the air out of it.
DEEN
(innocently) Lost it’s flavor.
After it deflates he throws the bubble gum in the trash andl ooks at his phone. Deen quickly pulls out another piece of gum and starts to chews it.
Ralf runs up to greet Deen.
RALF
Great you made it Deen.
DEEN
Hold up.
RYAN
(under his breath)
Ok, everybody waits for you. Your so holy.
Deen makes a moaning sound.
DEEN
Just a minute I got to moisturize.
Deen squirts some lotion on his feet and begins to slowly rub it in.
DEEN
(cautiously) The epidermis is the most neglected part of the human body.
Ralf pokes out his chest which is covered with a tight black sparkling shirt. A beret is propped on the side of his head and a excited expression takes over his face.
RALF
(with a lisp) I am in the presence of the four most beautiful feet in the world. I feel we need... What do we need?... Hum... I got it!
Ralf tilts his head and twists his blonde soul patch and reaches in his fanny pack.
RALF
I want you and your brother to stand putting your toes together.
Ralf looks around with his pointer finger on his lip in deep thought.
RALF
Where is your brother?
Deen’s phone rings and he pinches it between his head and his ear.
DEEN
Yeah, it’s Deen. Your on the mic what’s your rap? You know who it be.
Deen looks at Ryan and puts up his finger for him to wait.
DEEN
That’s right Mr. Beautiful feet. Right.
Deen laughs hysterically as Ryan rolls his eyes.
DEEN
Ben what is up brother? I forgot to save your number. Right I thought you really were him. I’m at a shoot right now.
Deen holds up his index finger and motions for Ryan and Ralf to wait a minute.
DEEN
Sure we can talk Friday. Alright I’ll be there with a thirty pack alright later.
Deen hangs up the phone and shakes his head smiling.
DEEN
That was Ben Stiller. He wants to talk about my feet being in his next film.
Deen slips on shower caps over his feet then walks up to Ryan and slaps his arm.
DEEN
How you been brother?
Ryan avoids eye contact.
RYAN
Hum.
DEEN
You know I’m having a party this weekend. You should come by.
Ryan pulls out his phone and looks at it in an attempt to ignore his brother.
RYAN
Marv should be here by now.
DEEN
How is Marv?
Deen rolls his eyes and acts a bit perturbed.
RYAN
Yeah like you care.
DEEN
I had to move on and branch out. Once you see past his charade the guys really a loser. I wouldn't hurt you to think about replacing him.
Ryan furls his brow and angrily looks at his brother.
RYAN
You know what I don’t get about you? Marv raised us practically and you ignore him as your agent... just like you fucked me over when you went behind my back and stole that add from me.
DEEN
Whoa! First off that was my job. Second, where do you get off telling me
Ralf continues taking photos.
RYAN
Bullshit! I was offered it first and you stole it from me.
The two brothers act reluctant to be face to face with each other as Ralf circles their calves snapping pictures. A cell phone rings and both Ryan and Deen reach down into their pockets.
Deen then pulls his phone and plugs an ear as he steps away from Ryan. Ralf continues photographing Deen’s foot while he is walking away.
DEEN
What up? Yeah I don’t know if I want to make it one of those nights. What’s that? Strippers.
Deen walks back over to were Ryan is standing.
RALF
Ok I need you guys to stand on your tippy toes.
Ryan stands on his tippee toes and looks taller than Deen. Deen looks at Ryan as he struggles to stay on his toes.
RALF
Yeah baby. Flex those sexy calves. Work it.
Deen grows taller hovering over Ryan with ease as he continues his phone conversation.
DEEN
Sure, I guess we can go out tonight.
Ryan’s phone rings and he immediately answers it.
RYAN
Where are you? I want to get out of here. The photo shoot is draining me. Deen is acting his usual arrogantly “self righteous self.”
Deen hangs up his phone and BURPS loudly then twists his foot for Ralf, who is literally getting off on taking these pictures.
RALF
Man you brothers have got to add some baby oil to these amazing feet.
Deen looks at Ryan after hanging up his phone.
DEEN
I need new shoes. I’m thinking about going to get some tomorrow. I would let you go with but,... I am probably going to be meeting up with Ben Stiller and he doesn't like meeting people he doesn't already know. When your a star you just don’t know who is pretending to be your friend.
RYAN
Sure, three is a crowd.
Ryan’s phone rings in the same tone as Deen’s. Deen reaches for his phone as Ryan quickly slips on a shower cap over each one of his feet. Ryan walks further away from the set and plugs one of his ears as he pulls out his phone.
RYAN
(upset) Listen man. I can’t stay here much longer! Deen is hogging the shots and the photographer is just getting on my nerves.
Ryan looks back at his brother and Ralf is rubbing baby oil on Deen’s calve muscle.
MARV (V.O.)
Listen you can’t leave now.
RAYN
You don’t understand I got to go.
MARV (V.O.)
A chick I want you to meet is on her way. She’s a sexy model from the west coast that loves to make guys cum. I think you are going to want to stay.
RAYN
You think I am enjoying myself?
Ryan watches a gorgeous woman walk in to the shoot.
RAYN
I think I will stay.
A tall athletic model walks in and causes Ryan to block out his entire surroundings while watching her enter.
RALF
(excited)
Alexsus! You made it.
Ralf kisses Alexsus on each cheek then takes off her coat. Ryan looks like a statue still standing in the same manner with a phone pressed against his ear and a mouth hanging open. He is completely mesmerized.
MARV (V.O.)
Ryan are you there? I said you might want to stay.
Ryan hangs up his phone and takes the shower caps from his feet and quickly slides a diamond ring on his pinky toe. He takes a deep breath and proceeds to walk toward Alexsus with a mustered up confidence.
RYAN
(under his breath)
Hi, my name is Ryan and you are so hot. No you are so super hot.
Ralf is dotting Melissa’s face with make up. He turns her chin in the direction of Ryan’s foot which catches her attention as it glows under a light.
ALEXSUS
(amazed)
Your foot is amazingly perfect.
RYAN
(smiling)
So I’ve been told. Your name is?
Alexsus extends her hand but, she continues looking at his foot. Suddenly Deen’s foot steps in to the light beside Ryan’s.
DEEN
My name is Deen.
Deen shakes Alexsus extended hand. She continues to look at the floor then briefly looks up at the two brothers who are standing in front of her. Then back at their feet.
As she looks up her face seems unimpressed by the brother’s upper halves.
ALEXSUS
Wow, you guys must be related.
Ryan curls his upper lip and gives Deen a look of jealousy then slips his foot further to the light.
RALF
Melissa, this is Ryan and Deen.
Ralf picks up his camera and vigorously starts snapping shots of Ryan and Deen’s feet. Ryan takes the diamond toe ring off and places it in a slick black velvet bag.
RALF
Do you want to join the shot Melissa I wanted to get your face in this sweet pea.
Alexsus walks toward the brothers very seductively. Deen stares at Alexsus breast as she walks toward him. Ralf puts his hand on her shoulder and guides her to a metallic stool between Ryan and Deen.
RALF
Sit down baby cakes.
RALF
Deen I need your left foot on her right leg. This is going to by a ménage a trois of feet.
Ralf twists his soul patch.
RALF
Ok, Ryan now you do the same on her other side.
Ryan winks at Alexsus and Props his foot on her leg.
ALEXSUS
Wow, your foot smells delicious.
Ryan smiles.
RYAN
Pumpkin spice. It’s a holiday scent.
Ralf makes a quite sign with his finger on Alexsus lips.
RALF
(with a lisp)
Foot magazines are pay thousands to have this on the cover.
Deen winks at Alexsus as he wiggles his toes. Ralf looks at the pose the three are in then twists his soul patch and tilts his head in deep thought.
RALF
Baby cakes, I am going to need you to take off your top. I need a shot of your nipples right behind their big toes.
Ralf gasps with his hand over his moth as he frames the shot with his hands.
RALF
This is the money shot.
Deen and Ryan can’t stop staring at Melissa’s breast.
ALEXSUS
You know... I’m not really comfortable with doing a topless shot.
RALF
Don’t be a diva. Your fucking model. It’s your job to show your body.
ALEXSUS
I’m sorry I just can’t do this.
Deen looks at Ryan as Melissa walks away from the shoot.
RALF
Are you kidding me? Oh my God what a diva.
RAYN
I think I’m in love.
DEEN
She is so hot.
RYAN
And modest.
A sour expression sweeps across Ryan’s face as he looks at Deen realizing that he might have some competition.
RYAN
I see what you are trying to do. Don’t even think about it. She is mine.
Rayn looks at Deen furiously and a competition rages in his eyes.
DEEN
Don’t tell me I’m going to have to kick your ass just to rightfully claim what is mine.
RALF
You boys haven't learned yet? All models are superficial glamor whores.
The two brothers completely ignore Ralf and his remarks.
RYAN
Kick my ass? Ha! Now that’s some funny shit.
Rayn laughs and puts his hand on his head then messages his temple. Ralf continues snapping pictures of the two brother’s feet.
RALF
Angry feet. I love it.
Ryan gets in his brothers face and spits as he talks.
RAYN
Wow! You sound like you actually have a shot with her.
DEEN
As good as any. It wasn't her shyness of the camera that caused her to leave. It was your breath.
Deen holds his nose and walks away from his brother.
DEEN
Hey, “poo” breath I’m getting her number first.
RYAN
Yeah good luck. Rejection is a bitch.
Deen laughs and slips on his futuristic bubble wrap shoes which immediately vacuum seal to his feet.
EXT. MODELING BUILDING - NIGHT
Deen runs out of the building’s lobby. Alexsus is walking away and he jogs to catch up with the model.
DEEN
Hey!
Alexsus turns around as Deen runs up to her. Ryan watches the two from the seventh floor window of the building Alexsus was just in.
DEEN
I want to apologize for Ralf. He is just one of those goofy guys who think a woman’s body is a work of art. I can assure you he meant no harm.
Melissa looks at Deen and smiles.
ALEXSUS
I’m sorry. That was real unprofessional of me to run out like that. I just feel uncomfortable about taking my clothes off.
DEEN
Hey, whoa. You don’t have to apologize. I completely understand. If he ever asked me to take my shirt off I would fell the same way. I just know he will never ask me to do that because my breast don’t need to be seen. Plus I have this third nipple that has been growing since birth and well it is really pretty deformed.
Alexsus laughs then brushes her hair back out of her face.
DEEN
Wow. You are hot and I bet you get told that all the time.
ALEXSUS
Mostly by people taking my picture.
DEEN
I can kind of relate. All I ever hear is how beautiful my feet are.
ALEXSUS
You do have beautiful feet.
DEEN
Well thank you.
Alexsus warms her arms in an attempt to warm them.
DEEN
Listen I am about to get a bite to eat and I was wondering if you would like to go with me.
Alexsus does not answer Deen immediately.
DEEN
Let me buy you dinner. I know this place that is really close. It is the least I can do after what happened up there.
Alexsus looks up and notices Ryan staring down at her. He quickly walks away from the window.
ALEXSUS
Yeah, sure I guess I can go for a bite to eat.
Ryan reappears in the window and watches Alexsus and Deen walk down the street together.
INT. PRADA SANDAL SHOOT - NIGHT
Ralf walks up to the window and looks at Ryan who stands mesmerized by his brother’s success with Alexsus. Ryan takes out his pill bottle and swallows a few.
RALF
Looks like your brother likes “Miss prude” Walk out on my shoot. Who does that bitch think she is. I’m a professional!
RYAN
You are a real asshole you know that Ralf.
RALF
I can afford to be. That is why I work with models.
Ryan walks out of the photo shoot.
RALF
Hey where are you going? At least I’m not straight.
INT. ITALIAN RESTAURANT - NIGHT
The restaurant is dimly lit and Melissa sits in a booth in front of Deen. He is cowing down bread dipping and swabbing it in marinara sauce.
DEEN
(mouth full)
So are you from New York or did you just move here.
ALEXSUS
I am originally from Texas.

DEEN
Hey haw. I love that show.
ALEXSUS
I moved up here when I was sixteen to start my modeling career. Pretty been since then.
DEEN
(mouth still stuffed full of food)
Everything’s bigger in Texas.
ALEXSUS
I beg your pardon?
Deen takes a drink washing he food down.
DEEN
Everything is Bigger in Texas. You never heard that expression?
ALEXSUS
(unimpressed)
Oh, right yeah.
DEEN
So did your parents make you model?
ALEXSUS
No I wanted to.
DEEN
My parents were killed when I was just a little kid. They were hit by a drunk driver.
ALEXSUS
(sympathetic)
I’m so sorry.
DEEN
It’s ok. I don’t really remember a whole lot about them.
Deen leans back in his chair and rubs his stomach.
DEEN
God,... that was good. Are you going to eat your soup.
Alexsus seems to be more interested in a Marinara stain on Deen’s shirt than her food.
ALEXSUS
Yes. I’m just a slow eater. My parents always told me I ate like a bird.
DEEN
That’s pretty fucked up that your parents would make fun of you like that.
Alexsus looks at Deen confused when suddenly his brother Ryan shows up wearing his fur coat which he takes off and hands to the waiter.
RYAN
Hey, funny running into you guys here.
DEEN
What do you mean I eat here every day and this is the first time I’ve ever seen you pop in.
Ryan extends his hand to Alexsus.
RYAN
I am sorry I did not get a chance to properly introduce myself at the shoot earlier. The name is Ryan.
Ryan leans in over Deen to Kiss Melissa’s hand. Deen coughs awkwardly loud.
DEEN
Melissa and I were just in the middle of a meal here.
ALEXSUS
Well actually I was done.
RYAN
Great, I am starving I will join you.
Ryan looks at Melissa seductively then pulls up a chair and sits at the end of the booth.
RYAN
You don’t mind do you?
ALEXSUS
Not all.
Deen looks at Ryan agitated.
DEEN
Well kind of.
Ryan motions to a waiter.
RYAN
A bottle of wine for the table.
WAITER
What kind sir.
RYAN
Something cheap but, good.
Deen and the waiter look at Ryan like he’s an idiot.
RYAN
So I’m talking to Ralf, you know the guy taking our pictures, and it struck me. For the first time I realized what a dick that guy is.
DEEN
He is what he eats.
Deen laughs hysterically at his joke for several seconds as Alexsus stares at his Marinara stain.
DEEN
Ohhh... Sometimes, I just kill myself.
RYAN
(chuckling) Sometimes, I wish you did.
Ryan laughs to himself hysterically. Deen and Alexsus sit looking right past Ryan’s shoulder.
DEEN (V.O.)
(to himself) Be confident. She wants to suck your dick.
Ryan looks behind his shoulder and notices the waiter is still standing there with his coat and a blank expression.
WAITER
What type of wine would you like sir?
The waiter looks at Ryan with a fed up expression.
RYAN
You pick it out. If I like it then I’ll tip you well.
Ryan looks back at Deen and Melissa. Deen shakes his head in disbelief that Ryan has interrupted his dinner.
RYAN
So where were we?
Ryan looks over at Alexsus.
RAYN
I’m sure my brother Deen has already told you all about me.
ALEXSUS
You two are brothers?
RYAN
Of course. Why do you think we both are foot models? It’s not hard work, its genetics. For example take yourself Melissa. Now if you were to be burned or disfigured you probably wouldn't know what to do with yourself.
Deen looks at Ryan with disbelief.
RYAN
You take care of your face for that very reason. I go to great lengths to make sure my foot gets pedicures at least twice a week plus I wear a foot condom twenty four seven and only take it off for shoots.
The waiter steps up to the table and presents the bottle of wine to Ryan.
WAITER
Our finest cab sir.
RYAN
I didn't ask you to call a cab.
The waiter looks confused.
RYAN
Ohh, I thought you meant a cab. I was about to say I’m not leaving.
The waiter presents the wine.
RYAN
Great! Lets get a cheese board started.
WAITER
Excellent. Shall I prepare Asiago, Manchega, goat cheese, and white chedder.
RYAN
Yeah and some crackers.
Ryan gives Melissa a cheesy grin.
DEEN
So Melissa, have you ever dated a body part model?
Alexsus smiles.
ALEXSUS
I have dated models but, never a foot model if that is what your asking. I do have friends that do body part modelling.
RYAN
Ashton, a model, once told me he would trade his face for my foot. I told him it wasn't a fair trade for me because I love my feet more than my face.
Ryan pours out the wine then raises his glass for a toast.
RAYN
To your face and my feet.
Alexsus and Ryan toast but, Deen just sits looking pissed at his brother.
RYAN
My feet are my lively hood. Hell, my brother will tell you his feet are almost as perfect as mine.
Ryan forces out a longer than normal. The awkward laugh leaves Alexsus mildly amused. Deen is not paying one bit of attention to what Ryan has to say. In fact he is looking around the restaurant in an attempt to ignore him.
RAYN
So Alexsus, where are you from?
ALEXSUS
Well, I was born in Texas and lived there till I was about sixteen. Then I came here. To the City.
RYAN
What brought you to the big apple.
ALEXSUS
J-mart. They were doing a teen back to school model search. My mom sent a picture of me to some agent and we moved here. I guess you could say that my mom put me up to it and I’m glad she did. There are a lot of perks to being a model.
The cheese board arrives.
RYAN
Funny you mention J-Mart.
Ryan touches the waiter on the arm.
RYAN
(aggravated)
The wine you picked out was a bit sour. I would like another bottle please. This time make it a bottle of Don.
Ryan looks at Melissa then Deen with superiority.
RYAN
(arrogantly)
Nothing but, the mother fucking best.
Ryan takes out a piece of gum he was chewing and quickly replaces it with another.
DEEN
The cheese looks really good. Thanks for picking up the tab for all of this.
ALEXSUS
(grateful
Yes thank you Ryan. Are you always so generous to people you just meet.
Ryan reaches in his pants then hands Melissa a card from his pocket.
RYAN
Here is my card, call me if you ever need anything.
Ryan takes his gum out and sticks it on the side of the cheese board. He then sucks a breath in very loudly.
RYAN
Damn that’s juicy.
Ryan sucks in a couple more quick breathes.
Ryan
Like sugar on Christmas morning. Go ahead drink that wine up guys lets get sloppy.
DEEN
Wow Ryan It’s been a while since I’ve seen this side of you.
RYAN
That’s right brother I’m wild as the taliban.
Ryan begins pouring more wine in to Melissa’s glass.
ALEXSUS
That’s plenty.
Ryan continues pouring.
DEEN
Ryan she said that was enough.
RYAN
Don’t worry Deen You will get some there is another bottle coming.
Spilling the wine he begins filling up Deen’s glass.
DEEN
Ryan, I really don’t feel like drinking. Really just stop man.
Ryan sets the wine glass down.
RYAN
Deen, Marv is right about you. You got tiny balls. How you make it in this industry I’ll never know.
DEEN
(offended)
Hey! When times were down and gigs got low for me I did some foot fetish work.
Ryan pulls his head back in an attempt to look shocked.
DEEN
I’m not proud of it but, I had to eat. It made me the man I am today.
Alexsus looks at Deen awkwardly.
RYAN
That’s a little bit too much information bro. I don’t know if I could handle someone jacking off to my feet.
Ryan looks at Alexsus giggling.
DEEN
I know what this is all about. You have come here to show off because deep down you know for once in my life I am more important than you and it’s eating you up inside.
Ryan cocks his head back and chugs the wine.
DEEN
Another thing, I could give a flying fart about what you think of me.
The waiter presents the Bottle of expensive Champaign to Ryan who nods his head.
RYAN
(spitefully)
Oh, I see your foot is in one Ben Scriller movie and your head swells up like balloon.
MELISSA
Maybe I should leave.
Alexsus grabs her purse and Ryan places his hand on her arm.
RYAN
No you should stay. Tonight my brother and I are celebrating. Did you hear his foot has a part in the new Ben Stiller movie.
Ryan motions for the waiter as he walks by.
RYAN
Waiter bring another bottle of champaign.
WAITER
Sir I just brought you one are you sure.
Ryan points at the waiter.
RYAN
(pissed)
If you want to get tipped then bring another.
WAITER
Yes sir.
Deen turns and looks at Alexsus.
DEEN
Would you like me to walk you to your car?
Alexsus nods and the two stand up. Aalexsus extends her hand to Ryan.
ALEXSUS
It was very nice meeting you Ryan.
RYAN
Oh come on, do you really have to go?
ALEXSUS
I promised my boyfriend I would be at his place by ten.
RYAN
(surprised)
You have a boyfriend? What is his name.
Deen attempts to leave.
DEEN
Come on Alexsus Ryan has another bottle to finish.
ALEXSUS
His name is Patrick Wriggley.
RYAN
Nice first name. Well, shit it was awesome meeting you. We should do this again. Glass of wine for the road.
Ryan holds up a glass for Alexsus.
RYAN
Come on down it.
Ryan hands Alexsus the glass and she chugs the wine then gives the glass back to him.
RYAN
Whoa. That a girl.
Alexsus smiles back at Ryan and he raises his eyebrows at her.
DEEN
Alright Ryan. I will be seeing you later.
RYAN
Cool dude. Well we have to finish the shoot. Ralf will be pissed if he doesn't get his martini shot. Alright, I’ll hit you later.
Deen and Alexsus are walking out of the restaurant. Ryan looks around the restaurant.
RYAN
I’m just going to finish all this wine and I’ll see you guys later.
The waiter walks up behind Ryan as he holds up the wine glass to Alexsus who is now walking out the door.
WAITER
Is everything ok sir?
RYAN
Oh, yeah. More cheese please. Just bring a whole board of goat cheese.
WAITER
Ok, sure thing sir.
The waiter walks away and Ryan sets the wine glass down then glances once around the restaurant as he walks to the door. Ryan walks through the door and inconspicuously runs out leaving the empty table full of wine and cheese.
The waiter returns to the table with another bottle of wine and board of cheese. He looks around the restaurant then back at the table with his teeth gritted and his fore head wrinkled.
WAITER
Where did he go?
People in the restaurant turn to look at the upset waiter as he runs to the door and looks out.
WAITER
What a dick!
EXT. ALEXSUS’S CAR - NIGHT
Deen walks Alexsus walk to her car then stops right before reaching the trunk.
DEEN
Alexsus, I want to apologize for Ryan. He has been an ass hole to me since I got some ad on Times square. It’s like the jealously has consumed him to the point he never returned my phone calls. I had to contact his agent just to get him this gig just to try and speak with him. Hopefully we can do this again with a different photographer.
Alexsus smiles and hugs Deen.
ALEXSUS
You are so sweet. Listen, my boyfriend is hosting a party at his loft on fifty second. Its close to here would you like to come?
Deen looks at Alexsus Baffled by the offer.
DEEN
(surprised)
Are you serious? Wow! yeah, I would love to come.
ALEXSUS
People are coming over at around ten so I will call you at about nine with directions.
DEEN
Cool I’m looking forward to it.
Deen awkwardly hugs Melissa and she kisses him slightly on the cheek. Ryan Peers at the two from around a street corner.
RYAN
(to himself)
Well, I guess we got a little competition. That buffalo headed no talent prick.
A furious look takes over Ryan’s face and he walks silently away disgusted by what he has seen.
INT. MARV’S OFFICE - DAY
The Ryan attempts to walk in the office but, several lines of yellow tape is barricading the from entrance.
MARV
(shouting) Don’t come in! Wait.
Marv runs to the front entrance and hands Ryan a couple of shower caps.
MARV
Put your mop tops on. I don’t want to take a chance on you getting what I got.
RYAN
Don’t worry Marvy. I put on my toe condoms.
MARV
Good. Listen I got some more shoots lined up with you and Melissa. Just work that foot and you might get laid.
INT. RYAN’S APARTMENT - NIGHT
The apartment is very modern with pictures and sculptures of Ryan’s foot covering the walls a large sculpture is in the center of the room.
Ryan takes off his mink coat then his bubble wrap shoes. He walks to a leather chair grabs a remote control then falls into the chair as if exhausted and fatigued. Ryan’s cell phone rings. He answers it.
RYAN
Your on what’s the deal.
MARV (V.O.)
Hey it’s me.
RAYN
Where you aware that my brother was going to be at the shoot tonight. I mean don’t get me wrong, that Alexsus chick was hot. I want to wear her ass as a face mask and smell that sweet divide.
Marv coughs and gags on the other line as if he about to through up. The screen splits and Marv is visible on the right half.
He is in his apartment and it is a complete mess of clothes food boxes and beer bottles.
RYAN
You ok?
MARV
Yeah, your brother wasn't supposed to be there. I think his agent spoke to Ralf last minute. Did you take a bar?
RYAN
Yeah I took two. Are they supposed to make me feel tired.
MARV
Yeah a little bit. That’s why you drink something with caffeine it to keep you up.
RYAN
Well, I was definitely more at ease during the shoot tonight. Alexsus left the shoot early because Ralf wanted her to show her tits.
MARV
Yeah there nice.
RYAN
Well, she’s just not that type of model.
MARV
She was in play two years ago and pent house, hustler and I think slut fest.
RYAN
Wow. Are you sure?
MARV
I’d have to check again but I think so.
Marv opens up a pent house magazine and flips through it as Ryan pulls a bucket of fried chicken and a beer from his fridge.
RYAN
The only thing is she has a boyfriend. Why ids it all the good ones are taken. Marv I want you to try and schedule another shoot with us together.
MARV (V.O.)
I will talk to her agent. She owes me a few favors.
Ryan squirts a large glob of lotion in his hand and begins to rub his foot.
RYAN
In the mean time I want you to get some info on Pat Jones. Dig up whatever you can on him.
Ryan hangs up the phone and opens the pill bottle Marv handed him and looks at a pill in his hand then throws down his throat. He leans his head back and props up his foot on a chair.
RYAN
Time to file the pimp nails.
He opens a drawer and pulls out a toe nail grooming kit and a magnifying glass. Ryan begins to delicately shave down his toe nail. As he stares through the glass two of his toes begin to morph into faces.
RYAN
Huh?...
One toe takes on the resemblance of his face and the other Melissa’s. His toes begin to kiss each other as they grow arms and embrace.
EXT. BEACH - SUNSET
Ryan walks down the beach holding Alexsus’s hand as the sun sets over the water. The two walk on to a dance floor lit by tiki torches. They dance with a gentle grace as Ryan holds Alexsus’s bottom in his hands.
RYAN
You are so beautiful.
ALEXSUS
You are too.
RYAN
I love you.
ALEXSUS
I want to suck your big toe.
A bed suddenly appears on the dance floor and the two crawl into it. Melissa begins to cry as she willingly lets Ryan force his foot in her mouth.
Ryan pulls his foot out of her mouth then leans down and starts kissing her. As he begins to make love to Melissa a RINGING sound echoes catching both their attention.
INT. LIFE COACHES INC. - DAY
Deen walks through a pair of glass doors. He steps up to a secretary talking on her headset.
DEEN
Is coach Brad available? I really need to see him.
SECRETARY
You have an appointment?
DEEN
It’s not til’ next week but, its a real emergency.
The secretary looks at Deen pathetically.
SECRETARY
Your name?
DEEN
Deen.
SECRETARY
Take a seat.
The room is almost empty with the exception of one old lady. Deen looks across the room at the elderly women.
DEEN
(unsure) Hello, I’m Deen.
She looks up from the body builder magazine and then at the roll of fat around Deen’s stomach. She shakes her head with disapproval.
SECRETARY
Deen your in luck your Coach can see you.
DEEN
Oh great.
Deen walks into his coaches office. It is full of motivational picture and phrases framed on the wall.
INT. COACHES- OFFICE
The coach sits in a chair playing a computer game.
DEEN
Thanks coach.
“Coach” Brad a large athletic man with a dominant presence peers over the computer screen then displays a look of insult at Deen.
Deen takes a seat in an oddly shaped chair. The coach takes a slow sip of his coffee.
As Deen sits in the oddly shaped chair, it begins to weigh him. The scale shows up on the “Coach’s” computer screen. The screen lights up at 250 then makes a loud “game over” sound.
COACH
Your having trouble controlling that appetite.
Coach stands up and points at a picture of fat zones on the human body.
COACH
Your still in the red. You need to shoot for the green zone... That’s the skinny you. You deserve to be your true self. I look at you and get disappointed.
Ryan wipes down his forehead.
COACH
I laid out this raw food diet specifically for you to follow, not to entertain you with my wealth of knowledge. Enough about your body, how’s your love life, still missing I presume?
Deen nods his head and looks at the ground.
DEEN
There’s this girl I’m sort of interested in but, I don’t know how to go about to telling her I how I feel.
The coach rubs his crotch.
DEEN
I’ve tried everything.
COACH
(He pokes around on his computer, trying his hardest to pass the time) Tell me a little bit about this female.
DEEN
I met her after a meeting with my modeling agent.
COACH
Did you meet her in the parking lot?
DEEN
No, I met her in the lobby.
COACH
So she’s a model?
DEEN
Oh yea, and a beautiful one at that.
COACH
So what does she model?
DEEN
(Confused)... I’m not following.
COACH
What body part does she model?
DEEN
Everything, she’s full body.
COACH
And you want to be friends with this girl?
DEEN
No, I want to date her.
COACH
What makes you think you have a chance?
DEEN
(Insulted) What!!!
The COACH realizes DEEN’S offended facial expression.
COACH
What I meant to say, is what are you doing to get her attention?
The COACH stands up and walks around his desk and takes a seat in an identical chair next to DEEN.
His computer automatically weighs him, the screen displays several numbers. Finally, the screen blinks the word “perfect” while the speakers chime “your perfect”.
DEEN and the COACH both look at the computer in complete silence.
COACH
When you first came to me you were scared and running in circles.
DEEN
(noding) I was.

COACH
You’ve come a long way Deen. I see determination in you eyes.
COACH
Just think about how far you have come since you started seeing me. You were depressed, fat, and lacked motivation. Your still fat but, now you have the will to change.
Deen looks at his coach and nods in agreement.
COACH
Try to concentrate DEEN. When your trying to get the attention of a women you must connect with her on a more intimate level rather then a a friendship.
DEEN
This is what I’m talking about, when I get around her all I do is think of pathetic topics to talk about, nothing serious.
COACH
I wouldn’t worry about the quality of the topic of conversation, but when you find yourself entering into a mature and more serious conversation, you need to let loose and open up. Show her who you really are. Let her know you have found your inner DEEN.
DEEN
My inner DEEN, I like that.
COACH
Yes, your inner DEEN. Women love when a man can open up and become deep within.
DEEN
Deep?
COACH
Yes DEEN, deep. The Deeper you are, the more she can feel you and trust you.
DEEN
I’m worried when the time comes I won’t be able to be as deep as she needs me to be.
COACH
Don’t worry about being the deepest the first time your with her... (The COACH leans forward) Now tell me, how deep do you think you can go.
DEEN
(Serious) That’s a pretty intimidating question... Three, maybe four inches, and that’s if I wear my man girdle.
COACH
(Irritated) Damn it DEEN that’s not what I’m talking about. How deep can you be emotionally. Jesus Christ, what is your problem? (The COACH sits back in his chair and gathers himself) First love yourself! I’m your coach because I’m smarter than you Deen... (DEEN daises off into the distance) I want you to look at me.
COACH
(assuring)Your fat because your weak Deen. You pick your food like you pick your women, with low standards.
The coach walks up to Deen and puts his hand on Deen’s shoulder.
DEEN
(scared and confused) Got it coach.
The life coach now stands behind Deen and places his hands slowly across Deen’s shoulders.
COACH
Show your successful side. She doesn't know the real Deen. Wear a pair of open toed shoes next time your around he; That way she gets a good look at your better half.
COACH
Here, wear this it might help you.
The coach places a small ring in Deen’s hand.
COACH
It’s a ring I bought for my wife.
DEEN
(excited) I can’t take this.
COACH
Don’t worry the diamonds aren't real. Maybe you can have it refitted for your pinky toe or something.
Deen looks at the ring in the light.
DEEN
I like it.
COACH
Now go on, I got to make my twelve o’clock appointment with my life coach... It’s a vicious cycle.
Deen gets up and walks to the door. He stops at the door and looks back at his coach who is following.
DEEN
I can’t tell you how much this means. Thank You.
The coach slams the door in Deen’s face. Then walks back to his desk and presses the intercom button on his phone.
COACH
Make sure that Deen finds his way out, OK... and then bill him one hundred dollar for the session and another hundred for the ring.
INT. RYAN’S APARTMENT - NIGHT
Ryan awakes in his chair as his phone RINGS on the table beside him. He picks up the phone and holds it against his ear as he wipes off his face and shakes his head trying to regain consciousness.
The screen splits as Ryan answers the phone.
RYAN
(drowsy)
Hello.
MARV
Hey it’s Marv.
Marv lights up a smoke on the other line. He is on the toilet feeding a turtle in a dirty bowl by his rest room sink.
RYAN
Yeah what’s up?
MARV
I found out a few interesting things about that Pat Jones guy. You google his name and his youtube videos pop up. This guy is suppose to be some kind of musician.
Marv flushes the toilet and gets up with a piece of long tissue stuck between his butt cheeks.
MARV
He gets over a million views on anything he puts up. The songs are halfway funny and somewhat catchy. He just has a hell of a fan base.
RYAN
(curious)
What’s one of his songs?
Marv
He’s got one called Oreo Rap. It’s ok I guess but, get this, apparently he still lives with his mom so he can’t be that big of a “internet sensation”.
RYAN
(interested) How old is his guy?
MARV
His profile said twenty nine.
RYAN
Thirty and still living at home, this guy sounds like a loser. I wonder what Alexsus see’s in him.
MARV
He seems to have a loyal fan base. Some woman runs a fan space for him on the web. I contacted her and she’s his mom. Apparently she lives with him as a maid. He pays her to clean up after him.
Ryan scoffs.
RYAN
Sounds like a real winner.
MARV
Bottom line he’s got no talent. He’s just some over night youtube hot shot.
Ryan looks at his toes and shakes his head as he tries to forget his odd dream. Marv is on the other line trying to clip his long black nails.
MARV
Your the number one foot model in the world, so don’t worry about that guy you will be Alexsus’s pants by the end of the week.
RYAN
I don’t know what if she really cares about this guy?
MARV
I don’t think so. He lives at home still. She obviously can’t love this guy.
Marv squeezes extremely hard on the clippers causing a nail to pop off and hit the wall. He puts out his cigarette and lights another. Ryan gets up and opens his fridge then grabs a box of Chinese food left overs.
MARV
Listen Alexsus’s agent owes me a few favors. Let me get on the phone and see if I can’t get you guys together on another shoot.
RYAN
This time without my brother there and try and get a photographer that doesn't want her to strip.
MARV
(defensive)
Hey! Ralf is an artist it’s not my fault that the bitch is a prude.
RYAN
(offended)
Hey watch out. Your idea of a woman lives under your bed and requires lotion and air.
MARV
I might take offense to that if I didn't have Shelly to keep me warm at night.
RYAN
(concerned)
How is Shelly?
MARV
She is visiting her parents but, she will be back in a week.
Marv swallows a gulp of whiskey and pushes a blow up doll on his floor under his bed.
MARV
I’m sorry your brother has gotten so popular. I’m doing all I can to rep your name in this city. I’ll do my best to get the two of you together just don’t get pissed if your game is a little rusty.
RAYN
You know you are more than an agent, your a close friend. My brother may have left you but, I know sticking with you was the right thing to do and it will pay off.
Marv feeds a small turtle in a bowl in the corner of his room. The split screen ends and it is just Marv making a bowl of beer cereal.
MARV
Listen, while you wait for this thing with Melissa to work out you need to at least get some kind of a slump buster. There has got to be some lonely house wife you can break off a piece of cookie for.
RYAN
I can handle Melissa I just need to get Deen out of the picture.
Marv sprinkles food in the turtle bowl. He then holds the turtle in his hand and blows smoke in it’s face.
MARV
What’s wrong with you? Your not eating.
RYAN
What?
MARV
Oh, nothing. Listen, I think I have an idea to take Deen out of the picture. Or his foot rather.
RYAN
Go ahead I’m listening.
MARV
His birthday is coming up.
Marv sets the turtle down on is table and props his foot up and begins to clip his long black toe nails again. His feet are miraculously grotesque.
MARV
Why don’t you just repackage my toe nail grooming kit. If he uses it without proper sterilization it would take his toes out of the picture for a good bit.
Ryan holds his chin and looks up in deep thought as Marv cringes to clip his fungus ridden black nails. After snapping a nail off he takes the clippers and blows gently then hacks and coughs on them.
RYAN
That actually sounds like a thoughtful idea.
MARV
I’ll bring you the gift tomorrow. I’ll have it wrapped so give it to him as soon as you can.
Ryan grabs the remote by his chair and turns on the television then begins watching a football game.
MARV
You want to grab a beer somewhere?
RYAN
I don’t know man those bars got me out of it. I’m pretty sleepy.
MARV
Take as many as you need I got another prescription. Well, Call me tomorrow.
RYAN
Alright later.
MARV
One more thing. I have a friend that might get you a bit of recognition. I’ll dress up like a mugger and let you kick my ass.
RYAN
I don’t know what if she calls the cops.
MARV
Your thinking about it too much. Just trust me.
Ryan hangs up the phone and stares at the television. His eyes begin to close as his head sits propped in his hand.
INT. -- STADIUM -- NIGHT
A large stadium is full of screaming fans on their feet cheering for the team with the ball. The huddle breaks and Ryan walks behind the large line men who jog up to the line of scrimmage. As the big line men get down in their three point stance Ryan gets behind the center.
FAN IN THE CROWD
(enthusiastically)
Hell yeah! I live for this game.
He looks to the sideline and watches the cheerleaders shake their pom-poms when his eyes look directly at Melissa who is one of the cheerleaders on the sideline. She looks back at him efficaciously and blows him a kiss.
RAYN
This T.D. Is for you.
Ryan returns the kiss with a wink. The defense lines up on the offense. A snarling Deen is lined up on the d-line. Deen is huge muscular and bare footed. He drools as he anticipates the ball to snap.
RYAN
Down set hike.
Ryan draws back with the ball and is immediately leveled by Deen. Ryan opens his eye and Deen is on top of him with his face mask pressed against Ryan’s. Drool drips from Deen’s mouth to Ryan’s face. A stream of drool dangles from Deen’s lip and lands on Ryan’s face.
DEEN
There’s always room for one more.
When Deen gets up he does a stomping dance and taunts the opposing teams sideline. Ryan struggles to his feet and Deen points at him laughing.
DEEN
Yeah baby, I bring that wood. Your going down.
Ryan looks over at Melissa who is on the sideline licking her lips and touching her breast. He then looks back at Deen who points at melissa pulling on his crotch.
RYAN
Ok, get in here.
Ryan pulls his team mates together in a huddle and looks up at them as he takes a knee.
RYAN
You boys better block this time. I’m going for the touch down. Hell Mary Twenty eight fly on three ready break!
Deen squeezes his fist and rubs his hands together as he lines up against Ryan’s offensive line men.
DEEN
Hey Ryan, your ass is grass.
Deen pulls grass out of the field and throws it in the wind. Ryan’s eyes widen as he looks down at Deen who snarls and kicks his foot back like a bull. Ryan places his hands under the center still keeping an eye on Deen.
RYAN
Two eight! Two eight! Set hit! Hit!
Ryan looks at Melissa then back at Deen who’s leg is twitching and foot twisting into the field.
RYAN
Hit!
The ball is snapped into Ryan’s hands and he pulls back watching his receivers take off down the field. Deen blows by the offensive tackle pumping his arms in a mad dash toward Ryan.
DEEN
(viciously)
Your mine now.
Ryan spins around as Deen grabs hold of his Jersey. Deen slips letting go of Ryan then gets up and Charges at him again. This time going full speed with a head full of steam Deen slams into Ryan just as he lets go of the foot ball.
RYAN
Ahhh!
The two slam to the ground and Ryan lifts up his head.
RYAN
(hopeful)
Come on. Catch it.
Both Ryan and Deen look up as the ball sails down field. The ball starts to descend as the receiver jumps above his defenders. Deen and Ryan watch the ball intensely.
INT. RYAN’S APARTMENT - NIGHT
The phone RINGS waking Ryan from his slumber.
RYAN
Hello.
ALEXSUS (V.O.)
Ryan it’s Melissa. I’m not waking you up, am I?

Tribe

INT. -- BEDROOM -- MORNING

Jbeall, a young eighteen year old male, lays in bed with his arm draped over his face. Beside him lays Ashley, a beautiful young woman, using his muscular chest as a pillow.

The clock alarm RINGS, waking Jbeall. He cautiously slides out from underneath the beautiful girl. Rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, he stands to his feet.

The beautiful woman roles onto her stomach exposing her skimpy underwear.

EXT. -- SECOND STORY BEDROOM -- CONTINUOUS

A large two story house sits in a field. A young man lies asleep through the bedroom windows.

INT. -- SECOND STORY BEDROOM -- CONTINUOUS

JJsteel, a muscle bound, blond man lays in a full size bed holding a Jenna Jameson action figure.

The wall is covered with framed posters that exhibits famous porn stars.

A flat screen television silently sits in the background displaying a graphic sex scene.

INT. -- STAIRCASE -- CONTINOUS

Jbeall walks down a flight of stairs with his belt undone and jeans tucked into his stylish boots. He hears a loud clank as he reaches the bottom of the stairs.

INT. -- HALLWAY -- CONTINOUS

Jbeall slowly strolls down the hallway.

INT. -- JJSTEALS BATHROOM -- CONTINUOUS

JJsteal stands in front of a large mirror, completely naked. Shaving cream covers his crouch as he splashes a chrome razor back and forth in a pool of white, foamy water.

He grabs a picture of a beautiful girl off the bathroom conter and brings it to eye level.

JJSTEAL

You want to see what I’m doing?

He takes the picture and points it towards his crouch.

JJSTEAL

Sexy, I know.

He kisses the picture and places it back on the counter.

INT. -- ASHLEY’S HOUSE/KITCHEN -- CONTINUOUS

Jbeall arrives at the kitchen to find Brian, a tall business man, opening the door to the oven.

INT. -- KITCHEN -- CONTINUOUS

Brian turns around holding a pan of blue berry muffins. A gold apron with the word “TRIBE” centered in the middle, hangs around his neck.

BRIAN

(excited) Hey Jbeall! (Pointing to a large basket, sitting on the counter) I made these muffins for you and the team.

JBEALL

(tired) That was nice of you.

BRIAN

(jogging out of the room) Oh yea!

BRIAN (O.S.)

I also have your dry cleaning. I know how ya’ll have to wear the traditional white dress shirt and blue tie on game day, so I went ahead and had them dry cleaned and pressed.

Jbeall looks at the clock on his cell phone and walks across the kitchen. Brian reenters the kitchen to find the room empty and the back door open.

EXT. -- DRIVEWAY -- MOMENTS LATER

Jbeall hops into his 4x4 truck and starts the engine. Brian quickly walks outside with the dry cleaning in one hand and the basket of muffins in the other.

BRIAN

Hey buddy you forgot your stuff.

Brian puts the shirt and tie on a hanger behind the truck seat and places the basket of muffins in the floor board.

JBEALL

You don’t have to do that.

BRIAN

I don’t mind. It’s the least I can do. I’ll see you later this evening, Jbeall.

Brian reaches across the seat and puts his hand out. Jbeall extends his hand as well. They both perform an awkward and uncoordinated hand shake.

JBEALL

(uncomfortable) I have to go.

BRIAN

You want some money?

JBEALL

(unsure) OK, I really have to go.

Jbeall puts the truck in reverse and turns the radio up.

RADIO PERSONALITY (O.S.)

(excited)

If yall people driving to work haven’t had your heads up your butt, then you know this is the Duece and Bucky show and we are talking East Texas football.

INT. -- RADIO STATION -- CONTINUOUS

Two country DJ’s, Deuce and Bucky, are sitting in a small East Texas radio station.

DEUCE

East Texas football is still going strong and we are into the playoffs.

The accents of their studio charge a rustic brown wall with blue and gold picture frames holding photos of the local high school football team.

A large wooden statue of a Indian chief stands in the corner.

Buckey leans back in his chair rewinding a high school football game.

The Jacksonville High school fight song plays in the background. Deuce triggers football sounds and Bucky starts to chop the air using his hand as a tomahawk.

BUCKY

That’s right, we still have Henderson and possibly Corsicana in the next few weeks.

DEUCE

I hate going to Henderson, it always smells like shit.

BUCKY

(smirking) I thought you were from Henderson?

DEUCE

Screw you, I boned your wife.

BUCKY

(offended)

What did you say?

DEUCE

(baffled)

Born and raised in Jacksonville, been here my whole life.

Bucky shakes his head and leans into the microphone.

BUCKY

The Indians are still in the playoffs and fighting for that state championship.

DEUCE

Everybody knows that the Henderson women are easy and Corsicana has a meth problem. Leave it to the good ole boys in gold and blue to show us how football is supposed to be played. Damn I’m glad to be from J’ville.

BUCKY

Woo Wei, after you mention Jacksonville I got goose bumps running down my arms... Damn these boys sure know how to play some ball.

DEUCE

You said it. They are straight up ballers. Each player is a heavy metal wrecking machine.

An intense glare consumes Bucky as he stares at a picture of the football team.

DEUCE

I believe they play Henderson this up coming Friday. There ain’t no doubt in my mind which team is going to be carried off the Indian burial ground.

BUCKY

Those J’ville boys live, sleep and will kill to play some pig skin. I pity Henderson.

DEUCE

(compassionate)

Coach Strong loves those boys to death. Trust me, he will do what ever it takes to win state.

Bucky puts on an Indian football helmet and assumes a three point stance. He explodes out of the three point stance and pretends he’s going to tackle Duece.

BUCKY

(compassionate)

This is the time of year when I relive the best years of my life.

DEUCE

Only in Texas.

Bucky pushes away from the sound table and reaches into a refrigerator. He cracks open an ice cold beer and begins pouring it into the football helmet.

Bucky lifts the helmet over his head, chugging the foamy brown substance straight from the helmet. He spills the majority of the beer on his Alcoholics Anonymous shirt.

DEUCE

Hell, I know it must be killing Coach Strong to not have a state ring on his finger yet. He has one from his previous coaching position in Marshall, but not one from Jacksonville.

Deuce raises his hand and makes a small gap between his index finger and thumb.

DEUCE

Last year when we played Ennis in the quarter finales was the closets we had ever been in Jacksonville since 1969.

Bucky hangs his head and shakes it in sorrow.

BUCKY

(aggravated)

Man that was an upset. If you want to look at it as if the glass is half full, Ennis did win state. Congrats to Jacksonville for getting beat by the champions.

DEUCE

Bucky I may be telling a lie and god strike me down if I am, but

(banging his fist on the counter)

This year is the year we go to state and win.

Deuce pushes a button that triggers the school song. Bucky takes the head dress off the wooden statue and sports it around the room.

DEUCE (CONT’D)

And win. Time to get the lead out baby! Go Tribe!

BUCKY

Now a word from Stetson cologne. It’s a nice way to make the panties drop.

Deuce pushes a button on the sound board, triggering a commercial.

COMMERCIAL/WOMAN’S VOICE (O.S.)

Stetson cologne for men, its a nice way to make the panties drop. Available at your local Wal- Mart.

EXT. -- INDIAN PRACTICE FIELD -- AFTERNOON

At the entrance of the practice field a sign sticks out of the ground reading, “Happy Valley, Population Champions”.

A loud piercing whistle blows, powered from a sweaty mouth. The whistle carelessly free falls as spit hangs in the balance.

COACH STRONG

(A freshly shaved mouth screams)

You stupid cock sucking mother fucker! Pull your head out of your ass boy.

Coach Strong, a tall and intimidating man, walks towards the offensive line. He grabs the embarrassed football player by his face mask.

COACH STRONG (CONT’D)

Everybody stop what you’re doing. (the entire field becomes silent and attentive) I want ya’ll to know this sorry excuse for a center doesn’t know the difference from twins right 37 dive and twins right 39 toss.

Coach Strong pulls the player closer as he shakes his head.

COACH STRONG (CONT’D)

(stressed)

Damn it boy. If you weren't my starting center I would give you an ass kicking so bad there wouldn't be enough I.V. bags in the hospital to keep me from burring you.

COACH STRONG (CONT’D)

(pointing down and to the left) You block down! You hear me mother fucker? Down! God damn you’re an embarrassment

Coach Stunner, a short stalky white male, stands a few yards to the right of Strong.

COACH STUNNER

(offended)

Strong! That’s enough

Coach Strong turns sharply and makes direct eye contact with Stunner.

COACH STRONG

(submissive)

Ok, everybody get back to what yall were doing.

On the sideline two underclassmen kneel on one knee in the unbarring Texas sun.

UNDER CLASSMAN 1

(concerned)

I wonder if Coach Strong’s wife knows he talks like that to their son.

Underclassmen 2 uses his left hand to block the glare of the sun.

UNDER CLASSMAN 2

God I’m tired of standing in this damn sun. Why do those guys get to sit in the shade and we have to get sun burned everyday? Who and what makes them so special?

Underclassmen 1 points with his right hand to a patch of shade were a small group of varsity players sit.

UNDER CLASSMEN 1

Since this is your first year let me catch you up to speed. (pointing down the field) The one on your far right is Jeremy Beall.

JBeall stares down the field noticing the underclassmen pointing at him. Quick flashes of student’s year book pictures flash by until stopping on his photo.

UNDER CLASSMEN 1

He’s the starting first team all district varsity tight-end. Coach Strong creates the entire offense scheme around his tight-end. He’s pretty much Coach Strong’s go to guy as well as the strongest guy in the entire school.

INT. -- HIGH SCHOOL -- DAY

Jeremy walks down a long and lonesome hallway. In front of the principles office he observes a large Hispanic man picking on a smaller freshman.

The Hispanic male shoves the freshmen down and sticks his foot on the boy’s face.

UNDER CLASSMEN 1 (V.O.)

Let’s just say he’s never been accused of taking any shit off of anybody.

Jbeall goes to open his locker were the freshman lays. He then looks down at the ground and smiles.

JBEALL

You ok?

MEXICAN

(cocky)

Fuck off white boy.

Jbeall steps over the freshman to shorten the distance between himself and the Hispanic male. He rears his head back and head butts the Hispanic male.

The Hispanic males nose gushes blood everywhere. Jbeall face, covered in the Hispanics blood, screams hatred. The Mexican falls to the ground choking on his own blood.

Coach Strong observes through a set of windows what is taking place in the hall way and immediately runs out of the Principals office to interfere.

Strong runs to Jbeall aide, pulling a handkerchief from his pocket and handing it over. Coach Strong turns to look at the Hispanic, laying on the ground.

COACH STRONG

(offended)

What the fuck are doing to my tight-end, spick?

Coach Strong stands over the bleeding Hispanic man and uses both hands to grab him by his flannel shirt.

COACH STRONG (CONT’D)

(offended)

Get your ass off the ground and go to the principles office.

Coach Strong kicks the Hispanic man in the ass as he walks away. Strong turns to Jbeall.

COACH STRONG (CONT’D)

(thoughtful)

Are you ok?

Jbeall stands there speechless, wiping the blood from his face. The Blood soaked handkerchief reads the embroidered name “Strong”.

COACH STRONG

Go the field house and get the blood washed off of you.

JBEALL

(calm)

I’m going right now.

Jbeall turns and walks towards the exit.

COACH STRONG

Jbeall... (turns back around) Nice head butt.

EXT. -- INDIAN PRACTICE FIELD -- AFTERNOON

Underclassman 1 points to JJsteel who is chatting with his team mates in the shade.

UNDERCLASSMAN 1

Kneeling to the right of Jbeall is JJsteal.

Underclassmen 2 observes JJsteel telling a joke amongst the group. Quick flashes of student’s year book pictures flip by until stopping on his photo.

UNDER CLASSMAN 1 (V.O.)

A returning first team all district defensive end. On the field he’s a bone crusher but, off the field he’s a straight up joker. They call him JJ...steel.

INT. -- TOMATO BOWL FIELD -- GAME NIGHT

JJsteel is lined up on defense waiting for the ball to snap. The Quarter back hikes the ball and attempts to run a quarterback sneak.

JJsteel pursues the sneaky quarterback. At the last second he delivers a bone crushing tackle, lifting him off his feet.

JJsteal stands over the pummeled quarter back.

JJSTEEL

Get you some bitch.

The Opposing Coach rushes JJsteel.

OPPOSING COACH

I’ll fucking rip your head off.

The Referees charge the Opposing Coach at every angle. Yellow flags abruptly bombard the Opposing Coach as the head Referee announces un-sportmen like conduct.

EXT. -- INDIAN PRACTICE FIELD -- DUSK

The underclassman splashes water down his neck from a perspiring squirt bottle.

UNDER CLASSMAN 1

The next one in the middle wearing cowboy boots instead of cleats is BST.

Quick flashes of student’s year book pictures flip by until stopping on his photo.

UNDER CLASSMAN 2

What does that stand for?

UNDER CLASSMAN 1

Brandon Simpson Terry. They say his mom left him in a dumpster a few weeks after birth. Apparently his mom was a small town whore. They couldn't get anyone to admit having sex with her. He’s the biggest ass hole on campus.

EXT. -- JACKSONVILLE HIGH SCHOOL STAIR CASE -- DAY

Students fill the sidewalk. BST follows an overweight female in the crowd. He observes her wobbly foot steps and kicks her back leg, sending her rolling down a steep staircase.

He stands over her, pointing and laughing. Several students walk by pointing and laughing at the hurt girl.

BST

(taunting)

Fat people shouldn’t take the stairs sweet heart.

EXT. -- INDIAN PRACTICE FIELD -- AFTERNOON

The under classman continue to gaze at the older players that are relaxing and conversing in the shade.

UNDER CLASSMAN 1

My advice is just don’t turn your back on him. He picks on pretty much anybody smaller then him, especially girls. He plays no significant role on the team, he’s just one of the guys.

UNDER CLASSMAN 2

What about that guy?

UNDER CLASSMAN 1 (CONT’D)

The one on the far left is Brian Mckinny.

Brian Kneels on one knee while talking on his cell phone.

Quick flashes of student’s year book pictures flip by until stopping on his photo.

UNDER CLASSMAN 1

He is the starting full back, straight A student, smart guy. Not very big, but don’t let that fool you. He packs a punch.

EXT. -- TOMATO BOWL GAME DAY -- NIGHT

A montage of bone shattering hits made by Brain.

EXT. -- INDIAN PRACTICE FIELD -- DUSK

UNDER CLASSMAN 2

Who’s that black guy jogging up to the group?

Quintilly a tall black male jogs up to the group. He gives a ghetto hand shake to Brian and takes a knee.

Quick flashes of student’s year book pictures flip by until stopping on his photo.

UNDER CLASSMAN 1

That’s Quintilly they call him Q-tip. He’s a first team all state receiver and the number one college recruit on the team. He’s got so much publicity from the news and college recruits he’s already started living “that life style.”

EXT. -- FIELD HOUSE PARKING LOT -- AFTERNOON

Q-tip walks up to his brand new truck. He opens the door and reaches across the leather wrapped driver seat and opens the center console.

Pulling his hand out of the center console, light glistens off a glass vile of white powder.

INT. -- FIELD HOUSE LOCKER ROOM -- MOMENTS LATER

Q-tip opens the vile and dabs a thin line of powder onto the top of his helmet.

He ingests the white substance in a single snort. Rubbing his fingers under his nose, he feels the ever familiar, burning drip.

He leans his head back against the cold iron lockers while and exhales.

EXT. -- INDIAN PRACTICE FIELD -- DUSK

Coach Strong screams across the field to the underclassmen who are watching the seniors in the shade.

COACH STRONG

(demanding)

Let’s go ladies! We need you on scout team defense.

Coach Stunner turns to Jake.

COACH STUNNER

(frustrated)

Jake lets go! Pick up the pace. This is two minute offense.

Jake, a tall athletic rich kid, bends over holding his abdomen.

COACH STUNNER

(concerned)

You alright?

JAKE

I’m fine coach, my stomach is just killing me.

COACH STUNNER

(threatening)

If you think your stomachs hurting, wait until I shove my size 9 ½ up your ass. Show some hustle! Let’s go!!!!

Coach Stunner claps his hand on his clip board. Jake struggles to run to the huddle.

The senior players in the shade observe Jake’s behavior.

JBEALL

(curious)

I’ve always wondered what Stunners talking about when he says his 9 ½.

JJSTEEL

I bet Jake knows. Let’s ask him.

JJsteel screams across the field.

JJSTEEL

(joking)

Jake… Jake!… How big is Stunners dick?

JAKE

(over reacts)

Fuck you ass holes. That never happened that night... Ever!

Every one in the shade appears to be shocked that he took the comment so personal.

JJSTEEL

That was awkward.

JBEALL

He took that alarmingly personal, almost as bad when we accused BST of screwing his cousin.

BST

(screaming) You asshole.

Jbeall notices BST charging in his direction and jumps to his feet. After a few steps BST swings his helmet. He loses his footing causing him to slip.

The varsity players sitting in the shadow notice Jake running across the field holding his stomach. He runs straight through a group of players standing in his way.

JAKE

Move it white trash.

Jake shoves the players out of his way and mumbles to himself.

JAKE

(scared)

Shit. This is gonna be close.

Coach Strong takes off his large straw hat and looks at his watch then blows his whistle.

COACH STRONG

Ok, bring it up.

The football players jog to the center of the football field and take a knee around Strong.

COACH STRONG

Gentlemen, I need not tell you how vital this game is tomorrow. This is my 8th consecutive year in the playoffs and I do not plan on losing the first round.

Coach Strong uses a towel to wipe the sweat from his bald head. Grabbing his sweat soaked towel, he throws it into a trainers face.

COACH STRONG

We will not lose the first round. Henderson is one of Jacksonville’s biggest rivals. They are going to taunt you, curse you, and try to fight you. There will be the local news and radio stations present. So, nothing you seniors are not used to. You guys, my Indians, have better class and character than any other team in this district. I expect you all to prove me right.

He whips his head around sharply.

COACH STRONG

Hit them in the mouth between the whistle and help’em off the ground after. Brake it out on my son.

Coach Strong’s son holds his gold painted helmet in the air and the team forms a tightly gathered circle.

COACH STRONG’S SON

(proudly)

One! Two! Three!

TEAM

(shouting)

Tribe!

While the tightly packed team breaks apart, Coach Strong blows his whistle again and looks at the varsity players in the shade

COACH STRONG

Alright guys we are out of time take it up to the field house.

The remaining players run up the steep, rock exposed hill. BST jumps into a truck and fires the engine.

BST

Get in boys.

JJsteel and Jbeall hop in the truck bed. Brian jumps into the truck’s cab with BST.

BRAIN

Take it easy up the hill I don’t want any rocks thrown on it.

BST slams the truck into drive and stomps on the accelerator. During their bumpy ride, rocks and dirt assault the underclassmen trying to run up the hill.

INT. -- FIELD HOUSE LOCKER ROOM -- MOMENTS LATER

AS they approach their lockers the group smells a horrific odor.

JSTEEL

(concerned)

What the hell is that?

Jbeall looks down at a pair of white practice pants.

JBEALL

You got to be kidding me.

The group follows an unseen trail of matter all the way to the showers.

INT. -- FIELD HOUSE SHOWERS -- CONTINUOUS

The group arrives at the edge of the shower entrance.

Jake stands in the corner, desperately washing fecal matter off of his butt cheeks.

JBEALL

(concerned)

Jake, did you shit your pants?

JJsteel points and laughs hysterically.

JJSTEEL

Couldn't hold it in?

Jake begins to cry from the humiliation.

JAKE

(angry)

Get the fuck out of here! I’m telling my daddy.

The rest of the team makes their way into the field house. Everyone runs to the shower to see what the commotion is about.

The majority of the team begins to point and laugh. A random teammate throws a roll of toilet paper over the crowd, hitting Jake in the face.

Jake slips and falls to the ground, getting a mouthful of dirty water. He stays sitting on the ground shaking his head, crying.

JAKE

I hate ya’ll... (Covering his face) I’m better than all of you.

JJsteel, Brian and Jbeall stand in front of their lockers getting dressed.

JBEALL

(quizzical)

So are we still on for tonight?

JJsteel sits in a fold out chair while putting on his socks.

JJSTEEL

Yeah, but I plan on being at Jesse’s house until then. Just hollar at me up when you’re ready.

Jbeall look up from Jacob, he notices BST and Brian behind him.

JBEALL

How bout ya’ll? Are ya’ll going?

BRIAN

(encouraged)

Hell yea, it’s a tradition baby.

BST

(determined)

I wouldn’t miss this shit for the world.

Jbeall stands up in a chair and announces to the entire team.

JBEALL

Anyone placing an order, be sure to have it in my or JJsteel’s locker by tomorrow.

In the back of their lockers are bottles of steroids and needles almost blatantly noticeable. Jbeall and JJsteel shut their lockers simultaneously.

EXT. -- INDIAN FIELD HOUSE PARKING LOT -- MOMENTS LATER

The crew walks out of the field house and onto the black top parking lot.

JBEALL

Lets plan on meeting at my house at 11:15. We need to go buy supplies and park our cars at Ashley’s house.

JJSTEEL

What color are yall planning on getting?

BST

I want neon orange.

BRIAN

Lime Green.

JBEALL

I’m getting the most ridiculous one I can find.

A group of girls stand congregated beside a row of cars.

BRIAN

(charming)

Hello ladies.

Each girlfriend is overly excited to see their boyfriend.

JBEALL

Do we all know what time and where we are meeting tonight?

BST

(confident)

Nine!

Jbeall stares at BST with a look of agitation.

JJSTEEL

11:15. Got it.

BRIAN

Ashley’s!

JBEALL

See ya’ll then

ASHLEY

So I take it yall are still meeting at my house.

JBEALL

(sarcastic)

Yea, since you insisted we did.

ASHLEY

(smiling) Shut up.

JBEALL

I have to go take a shower so, I’ll hit you up on my way over.

INT. -- JJSTEEL’S CAR -- CONTINUOUS

JJsteel and Jessica sit shoulder to shoulder. He leans his head on the steering wheel and releases a deep breath of air.

JESSICA

Your neck again?

JJSTEEL

Yea, I can’t get the pain to go away. Every time I think it’s gone something fires it back up.

He reaches into the glove compartment and pulls out a small glass pipe and baggy. He loads the pipe with a green substance.

JJSTEEL

This shits bad for you. You can’t have any.

JESSICA

(smiling)

Forget you.

JSTEEL

Open your mouth.

Jessica opens her mouth as JJsteel inserts the pipe into her mouth. The spark from a cheap lighter engulfs the moist, green substance.

JJSTEEL

Hold it... Hold it...

Jessica fights the urge to cough.

JJSTEEL

Don’t you do it... Hold it!

She lets out a uncontrollable cough.

JJSTEEL

OK. OK. Not bad.

JJsteel brings the pipe to his lips and inhales. His constant use of the pipe allows him to inhale with ease.

Jessica’s cell phone rings. She answers.

JESSICA

Hey! No I’m with JJ. We can meet up later to study.

Jessica hangs up the phone.

JESSICA

Sorry, where were we.

She moves in and tries to kiss him but, he moves away.

JESSICA

What’s wrong?

JJSTEEL

I thought we were going to do something together tonight?

JESSICA

We can I just have to meet up with Courtney later so we can study for this quiz tomorrow.

JJsteel puts on his seat belt and turns over the engine.

JJSTEEL

You know, you sure have been studying with Courtney a lot this week.

JESSICA

What’s the problem with that?

JJSTEEL

I just thought you might want to spend some more time together... I’m a straight A student, I can help you study.

Jessica runs her fingernails down the back of his neck.

JESSICA

JJ I love you. You know that. Courtney already knows all the answers. She took the test earlier today. We can watch a movie Saturday night, I promise.

He grabs the knob to the headlights.

EXT. -- FIELD HOUSE PARKING LOT -- CONTINUOUS

The headlights explode into action.

EXT. -- ASHLEY’S HOUSE -- NIGHT

Jbeall arrives at Ashley’s house. Ashley’s house is the biggest on the block, it resembles an old Victorian architecture.

Numerous lights from inside the house illuminate the surrounding landscape.

Jbeall begins dialing a number on his cell phone.

JBEALL

Wuz up? Where are you? You already have BST? Good. I was concerned if that dumb ass could tell time or not. How close are ya’ll? Ok, well I’m pulling up to Ashley’s house now. I’m gonna hit JJ up and see if he’s ready to rock and roll...

Jbeall’s phone beeps and reads incoming call JJsteel.

JBEALL

I’m getting a beep. I’ll see you when you get here... Later.

Jbeall pushes the flash button.

JBEALL

JJ, you ready?

JJSTEEL (V.O.)

Oh yeah, call me Picasso because I’m bout to cover senior hill.

JBEALL

Meet me down the road at Ashley’s we’re all ready to go.

INT. -- JESSICA’S GARAGE -- CONTINUOUS

JJsteel exits the back door.

JJSTEEL

(speaking into the phone) Be there in a second.

JJsteel puts the phone into his pocket and walks out of the garage.

During his voyage to his car he notices MRS. Plum, Jessica’s elderly, Caucasian neighbor, slowly pulling into her drive way. JJsteel waves.

JJSTEEL

(smiling)

Hi Mrs. Plum, how are you doing tonight?

MRS. PLUM

(senile)

Go fuck yourself, you damn cracker.

Mrs. Plum spits towards JJsteel.

JJSTEEL

I’m doing great. You have a good night.

JJsteel mumbles as he enters his car.

JJSTEEL

You evil old bitch.

EXT. -- ASHLEY’S HOUSE -- NIGHT

Ashley walks out of the house wearing a white tank top and tight gold cotton shorts.

ASHLEY

(energetic)

Hey you!

JBEALL

(relaxed)

Hey sexy.

ASHLEY

Are you sure I can’t go with you tonight?

JBEALL

I’m sorry but, your dad would shit a brick if he found out you went with us.

ASHLEY

Please?

JBEALL

You can walk down the street and watch us.

ASHLEY

Your an ass.

JBEALL

(playfully)

Eat me.

ASHLEY

No that is your job.

Jbeall and Ashley hear the sound of engines roaring. They turn around and notice JJsteel and Brian racing to her driveway. JJsteel arrives first in a sports car smoking a bowl and Brian pulls up with BST standing in the bed of Brian’s jacked up truck. Brian and BST both have beers in their hands. Brian leaps out of the driver seat and pushes his door shut.

BRIAN

Lets do this shit.

Jbeall walks to the back of his car and pops the trunk.

JBEALL

Alright gentlemen, I went ahead and took the liberty of buying the supplies.

BST

Please tell me you got the bright colors.

Brian reaches into the trunk and grab a can.

BRIAN

(lime green)

Yes, lime green.

BST

(confused)

Where is it?

BST is leaned over in the trunk looking for his can of orange paint.

JBEALL

Your left hand is on it.

Jbeall shakes his head and walks away. Bst picks up a can and turns it around.

BST

Yes!!

JBeall turns to Ashley.

JBEALL

I’ll call you when we get finished.

ASHLEY

Y’all be safe.

JJsteel is starting to call his girl friend as the group of football players walk to senior hill.

JBEALL

Brian did you bring the scanner?

Jbeall turns to Brian.

BRIAN

No, my dad let me borrow his two way radio from the fire station.

BST

Are you serious?

JBEALL

Those pigs are never going to catch on.

JJsteel lags behind the group trying to reach his girlfriend on the phone. He angrily runs his hand through his hair with the phone pressed against his ear.

JJSTEEL

(frustrated)

God Damn it! I just left her house and she’s not answering the phone.

JJsteel looks at Jbeall.

JBEALL

Don’t get me started I have my own female problems. I don’t want any part of yours.

The varsity players walk up to a line of towering bushes about a house away from senior hill. Suddenly they stop and notice varsity cheer leaders painting senior hill.

JJSTEEL

What the fuck?

JBEALL

That’s bull shit!

JJSTEEL

What are we going to do?

JBEALL

I have an idea, JJ give me your phone.

Brian leans toward JBeall’s shoulder with curiosity.

BRIAN

What are you going to do.

Jbeall takes the phone from JJsteel then proceeds to call 911.

OPERATOR (V.O.)

911 what is your emergency?

JBEALL

Yes I live off of Hill Crest and there’s a gang of thugs painting senior hill.

OPERATOR (V.O.)

All available units we have a ten forty three in progress at the location of senior hill. Ok sir, I have officers in rout as we speak, may I ask who is calling?

JBEALL

I would like stay anonymous.

OPERATOR (V.O.)

Ok sir, thank you for the call.

The group starts laughing as Jbeall hangs up the phone. They hide behind the bushes and watch as police arrive on the scene. All the girls take off running. The cops jump out of their cars and start form tackling the girls, using excessive force. A scared cheer leader runs across an open yard. A police officer is following right behind in arms reach. He dives to grab her but, is only able to grab her shorts. The girl lays on the ground with her shorts around her ankles.

BRIAN

Oh shit! It’s Jax.

JBEALL

Where?

The cheerleaders flee in every direction from the cops.

JJSTEEL

Which one?

BRIAN

In the center of the intersection.

The officer is trying to subdue Jax but, she is putting up a fight. The officer pulls his tazer out ant shoots Jax. Jax falls to the ground and starts shaking. All the guys behind the bushes start laughing hysterically. A police officer spots the football players standing behind the bushes and walks over startling Jbeall.

JBEALL

Shit!

JJSTEEL

Jesus!

OFFICER SHOFNER

Guys, what the hell are yall doing hiding behind the bushes. Yall are the ones that called in the anonymous complaint ain’t ya.

JBEALL

Its fucking bullshit Shofner, these bitches heard about our prank tonight and tried to beat us to it.

SHOFNER

Ok.. This is how it’s going to go down, chances are we’re going to place all of them under arrest.

Officer Shofner looks at his watch.

OFFICER SHOFNERR

It’s a 11:30, yall stay put until 11:50, shift change comes on at 12:00. There’s normally not any officers out on patrol for about ten to fifteen minutes. So, yall will have a good twenty five minutes to do what ever you have planned.

JJSTEEL

(impressed)

Sweet.

JBEALL

kick ass.

Officer Shofner turns and walks three steps. He then turns around with a look of seriousness in his eyes.

SHOFNER

Oh, and guys..

BRIAN

We know, we never spoke to you.

SHOFNER

Keep it that way.

BST looks at the police cars and notices the girls lined up in hand cuffs. One of the other officers meets Shofner halfway.

OFFICER 2

(curious)

Where did you go?

OFFICER SHOFNER

(cocky)

I had to take a piss.

Officer 2 pulls Shofner close to him.

OFFICER 2

Do you think any of these girls will do a little something extra to get those cuffs taken off?

Officer Shofner looks at him with disgust.

SHOFNER

I doubt it. Go transport the girls back to the station.

The Police cars drive away with cheerleaders in the back seats. As they get further down the road the red and blue lights are turned of.

JBEALL

Ok, lets do it.

The song La Grange from ZZ Top starts to play. The guys run out from behind the bushes. They start to throw down the painting supplies and begin putting on paint suits, opening up paint cans, and pouring paint into pans.

INT. -- POLICE STATION -- NIGHT

The cheer leaders get their mug shots taken one at a time. Their hair is tangled in knots and their eye liner accents the tear tracks on their face.

EXT. -- SENIOR HILL -- NIGHT

The guys start painting every inch of the street and don’t stop until there is no paint left. As the hill looks completely painted Brian pulls the scanner from his back pocket and raises it to his ear.

DISPATCH (V.O.)

We have another call from a resident on hill crest, sounds like there’s some more kids painting senior hill.

OFFICER (V.O.)

That’s a big 10-4 dispatch, I’m just a couple of blocks away,

DISPATCH (V.O.)

What’s your E.A.T. (estimated arrival time)

OFFICER (V.O.)

About 30 seconds.

Brian’s eyes enlarge with nervousness. All the guys look at each other.

JBEALL

Run!!!

The guys take off running across the neighborhood ditching their supplies into a near by creek. They are tripping, sliding and diving behind objects. The group runs into an oak tree shadow cast by the full moon. Jbeall watches the police cars arrive. The officers get out and run around the street looking for the unknown suspects. The players escape further into the shadows and walk back to Ashley’s house.

EXT. -- ASHLEY’S HOUSE -- NIGHT

JJSTEEL

I’ll see you guys in the morning

JBEALL

Later guys.

JJsteel, BST and Brian get into their vehicles and drive away. Ashley comes out of the back door of her house.

ASHLEY

What’s up loser?

JBEALL

What are you stalking me?

ASHLEY

No I’m Studying…

JBEALL

Well then what do I smell on your breath.

ASHLEY

Ok, I had a few beers while I was studying.

JBEALL

Eighteen and already drinking.

ASHLEY

Oh shut up. You and all your friends started drinking at the age of fourteen, and you bought me the beers any ways.

JBEALL

We’re not talking about Jbeall, we’re talking about Ashley.

ASHLEY

You coming in?

JBEALL

Yeah, I’m sure your dad would love me coming in at one o’clock in the morning with his youngest daughter. I’ll pass.

ASHLEY

Ok, well I’m going to bed.

Ashley walks up and kisses Jbeall good night.

JBEALL

Sweet dreams.

Jbeall opens the car door and his massive tricep flexes as he gets into his car.

INT. -- HIGH SCHOOL GYM -- MORNING

The high school band is setting up behind Duece and Bucky who are sitting at a table with their headset microphones on. Cheer leaders in full uniform pass back and forth in front of Deuce and Bucky’s sound table.

DUECE

Good Morning Jacksonville! I can taste tonight’s sweet victory! This is Deuce and Bucky coming to you on a special morning edition of sports news.

BUCKY

I don’t want the Indians to beat those losers I want them to murder’em.

DUECE

I hope our boys got a great night a sleep.

INT. -- JJSTEEL’S BEDROOM -- MORNING

JJ’s alarm radio truns on to wake him up and it is the familiar sounds of the Deuce and Bucky talk show. The inside of JJsteel’s bedroom is huge. He slides off a king size water bed and slams a muscle milk protein shake then lets a belch that echoes.

BUCKY (V.O.)

Well I know they got more sleep than the varsity cheerleaders.

DUECE (V.O.)

They spent the night in Jail for trying to paint senior hill.

JJsteel walks into his rest room and cracks a smile.

BUCKY (V.O.)

They did one hell of a job.

EXT. -- SENIOR HILL -- MORNING

A car stops at the bottom of the hill and a woman gets out with her kids and takes a picture in front of the hill. One car completely runs through a stop sign and nearly slams into the back of another car.

DUECE (V.O.)

Well those girls sure do love the numbers forty one and especially forty four. Any one driving up to school today is going to be looking at the names JBeall and JJsteel.

Senior Hill is covered with Paint but, the names Jbeall and JJsteel are the two largest and most visible.

BUCKY (V.O.)

For those of you who have been stuck up a penguins ass in Antarctica Jbeall and JJsteel are without a doubt.

DUECE (V.O.)

Without a doubt.

INT. -- HIGH SCHOOL GYM -- MORNING

Deuce and Bucky sit at their sound table while Bucky pours a flask of vodka into his coffee. Deuce watches the cheer leader stretch and warm up.

BUCKY (V.O.)

Two of the most talented players to play high school football. Hell, Coach Strong calls them Hanz and Franz and do you know why? When you look at these guys physiques you know why.

INT. -- JJSTEEL’S REST ROOM -- MORNING

JJsteel Stand in front of his sink brushing his teeth with his shirt off.

DUECE (V.O.)

Hey, do you think Jbeall would want to maybe hang out with us one night? We could drink a couple beers talk football.

JJsteel stands at the sink putting on his deodorant and shakes his head in doubt of Deuces comment.

BUCKY (V.O.)

Well you can ask him when you see him at the pep rally. Those of you tuning in we are talking Indian football and baby and you are listening to..

DUECE (V.O.)

Duece and Bucky talk show.

INT. -- HIGH SCHOOL GYM -- MORNING

BUCKY

Remember guys if it ain’t Wrangler it ain’t worth wearing. Wrangler available at your local Wal-Mart. So go get a pair.

EXT. -- FIELD HOUSE -- MORNING

JJsteel walks out of the field house wearing a wife beater and jeans. Jbeall pulls up to his reserved parking spot and hops out of his car wearing nothing but his flip flops and boxer briefs. Jbeall stands beside his car and puts on his jeans and shirt.

JJSTEEL

Do you feel like going to the pep rally?

JBEALL

Not really man. I have the biggest drink list for the party tonight. We’re not going to have time to go to the store after the game. I want to get a few bottles of liquor.

JJSTEEL

Your right, liquor closes at 9:00 PM.

Rap music starts playing and people are walking around the back parking lot. Students are everywhere and two cheer leaders twirl around lifting their cheer leading skirts in the air. The cheerleaders are not wearing any bottoms. A group of several students of all races are standing in the back of a truck dancing to the music that is being played. Coach Minyard and Caoch Strong stand in the middle of the parking lot sipping their morning coffee.

COACH MINYARD

Is that coach Carpenter?

Coach Carpenter is in the back of a truck freak dancing with a hot cheerleader. Underclassman 1 and underclassmen 2 are observing the pre pep rally riot. Quick flashes of student’s year book pictures flip by until stopping on Coach Carpenters photo.

UNDER CLASSMAN 1

It’s his first year here at Jacksonville. He’s been assigned to coach Jbeall’s tight end position. When he’s not coaching, he is out with Jbeall and the senior guys getting in trouble.

INT. -- STRIP CLUB -- NIGHT

Coach Carpenter is giving Jbeall and the rest of the senior football a grand tour of the strip club.

COACH CARPENTER

(cocky)

Now see gentlemen all this could be yours for a small price.

A waitress walks by and gives coach carpenter a beer.

WAITRESS

(giving)

Can I get you boys a drink?

COACH CARPENTER

Bring them all beers and a round of shots. Put it on my tab.

The group starts walking to the stage.

COACH CARPENTER

This is my designated area.

Carpenter has a red leather chair by the stage that is sectioned off by chains. The team walks up to the stage and stares at the strippers like drugged seals. The stripper bends down from the stage and rubs her breast in Jbeall’s face. Jbeall has a look of pure nirvana on his face. He then looks to his right.

JBEALL

(protectivley)

JJ no!

JJsteel crams his face into the crack of a strippers butt. Jbeall looks disgusted and the teammates react the same. Brian starts to curl his nose and pucker his lips.

BRIAN (V.O.)

That’s not healthy.

Coach Carpenter walks up to JJsteel.

COACH CARPENTER

(enthusiastically)

Now that is what I’m talking about.

Carpenter walks up to JJsteel removes his face and replaces it with is own.

STRIPPER 1

Hey coach.

COACH CARPENTER

Hey Brandy.

STRIPPER 2

How’s my sexy football coach.

COACH CARPENTER

He’s doing horny and ready to give you his entire pay check.

The strippers walk away and Coach Carpenter slaps them on the butt as they walk away.

EXT. -- FIELD HOUSE PARKING LOT -- MORNING

Coach Carpenter’s hip thrusting has become more aggressive with the cheerleaders.

COACH MINYARD

(insulted)

Do you want me to do something about this?

COACH STRONG

No, as long as he takes care of Jbeall and Steel and keeps them out of trouble I could care less what he does.

Jbeall and JJsteel both get into Jbeall’s car and put on their seat belts in unison. JBeall starts the engine to his car and coach Newton walks up tapping on the driver side window. Jbeall rolls the window down as coach Newton leans in with a dip dripping out of the left side of his mouth.

NEWTON

Where do you boys think yall are going?

Jbeall looks offended but continues to stare straight ahead through his windshield.

JBEALL

Get the hell off my car.

NEWTON

If you boys don’t go to the pep rally you boys aint playing tonight, and you can bet your ass I’ll make sure of that.

JJSTEEL

Your not even a coach any more. Your the lawn mower man for the school district.

Newton points to himself

NEWTON

(offended)

You shut your damn mouth. My job title is president project coordinator over landscaping

JJsteel and Jbeall sit in their car seats laughing uncontrollably.

JBEALL

(laughing)

Why are you still wearing a whistle around your neck.

Newton becomes offended and spit flies out of his mouth when he replies.

NEWTON

What did you say boy?

Jbeall wipes the tobacco spit off of the left side of his face. JBeall remains sitting but, becomes enraged. Coach Strong yells across the parking lot

STRONG

Newton you better get your ass to the tomato bowl and get that football field ready for kick off.

NEWTON

(scared)

You got it coach.

Newton bends back down.

NEWTON

You boys better watch your ass.

As Jbeall drives away he reaches out and snatches the whistle from around Newtons neck causing him to jog beside the car Screaming until eventually falling to the ground.

NEWTON

(angry)

Give me back my whistle you punk.

The whistle from around Newton’s neck breaks as Jbeall drives off. Jbeall hands the whistle to JJsteel, JJsteel takes the whistle and puts it down the front of his pants. He then causelessly passes it to Jbeall who throws it out the window. Newton grabs it off the ground.

COACH NEWTON

(relieves)

Son of a bitches.

Newton looks the whistle over and places into his mouth. He takes it out of his mouth and looks at it for a moment then proceeds to put it back into his mouth. He turns around and starts walking back to the field house.

NEWTON

That taste so familiar.

EXT. -- GUARD SHACK -- MORNING

Jbeall and JJsteel pull up to the guard shack. The guard, Butch, is in the building watching a pornographic film with his feet propped up on the counter. He see’s the two players pull up.

BUTCH

(cocky)

Well, well, well look who decided to come see me.

Butch has a hole in his shirt and sweat stains under his arm pits.

JJSTEEL

(calm)

Butch what’s up?

BUTCH

Nothing much Hollywood. Where are yall going today.

JBEALL

Its Friday baby, time to make a beer run.

Butch pats his pockets down knowing he does not have any money.

BUTCH

(shocked)

Damn it guys, I don’t have my wallet.

JBEALL

(calm)

Don’t worry, you want your usual?

BUTCH

(confident)

You bet ya, I only drink the finest.

JBeall chuckles.

JBEALL

Peace.

JBeall starts to drive away and JJsteel hangs his head out the car window.

JJSTEEL

I would like to have my porn collection back some time this week.

BUTCH

I’ll think about it.

Newton pulls up to the guard shack. Butch senses a vehicle driving up behind him, he turns around with an angry face and runs up to the driver side window holding his hand up for Newton to stop.

BUTCH

Stop!!!! where the hell do you think your going

NEWTON

(aggravated)

Were I go every friday.

BUTCH

Not with out pass your not.

NEWTON

I’m the president project landscaping coordinator for this here school district.

Butch starts laughing.

BUTCH

I don’t give a shit Newton, no pass, no exit.

Newton hocks back and spits into a cup teaming with past tobacco juice.

NEWTON

God Damn It!!!

Newton throws his truck into reverse spilling the juice on his seat and arm. He backs up then turns his truck around and drives back onto campus. Newton observes Butch through his rearview mirror screaming.

BUTCH

This is my campus sweetheart.

INT. -- JBEALL’S CAR -- MORNING

Jbeall and JJsteel are heading down a country road about a hundred miles an hour. JBeall looks out the window then down at his phone as if something is troubling him. He bites his lip.

JJSTEEL

Man what’s going on with you and Jax, it seems like one week yall are together and the next yall hate each other.

Jbeall turns from the window and looks at JJsteel.

JBEALL

(depressed)

I know, tell me about it. I keep catching her doing petty shit. like going over to other guys houses. I check her phone when shes not looking and it’s the same guys over and over.

JJSTEEL

(careless)

Ditch the bitch.

Jbeall makes a complicated face.

JBEALL

I try, every time I do a few weeks later I calm down about everything because its what I said, petty stuff. It doesn’t seem petty at the time but in my conscious I ask myself if what shes done is really worth throwing our good times away. Does that make any since?

JJsteel lifts his eye brow while he stares at the road ahead.

JJSTEEL

(humble)

Yea, of course.

JBeall looks a JJsteel with a grin.

JBEALL

Now don’t get me wrong, if I walked in and she was getting doubled stuffed by two guys, you bet I’d toss her ass, but until then it’s all forgivable mistakes.

JJsteel laughs.

JJSTEEL

(curious)

So what’s up with Ashley then?

JBEALL

Ashley is cool as shit. She knows how to have a good time and she’s the complete opposite of Jax but, I hold the same question as before. Is Ashley worth throwing everything away between Jax and I?

JJSTEEL

(agitated)

Dude, I don’t want to hear anymore, I’m completely lost.

JBEALL

You brought it up.

JJSTEEL

I know, if you want my honest opinion I would go for Jax’s mom. She’s so fucking hot.

JJsteel clenches his jaw.

JSTEEL

(aggressive)

God!! I would give anything.

JBEALL

(shocked)

I didn’t tell you?

JJSTEEL

Tell me what?

JBEALL

About me and Jax’s mom.

JJSTEEL

(offended/sarcastic)

NO!!! You must have let that one slip by.

JBEALL

Get this.

EXT. -- JAX’S LAKE HOUSE -- NIGHT

Jbeall walks up to the front door and lets himself in. He notices no one is in the house so he makes his way to the back deck. Jbeall notices Jax mom dangling her legs off the deck while sipping on a wine cooler.

JBEALL (V.O.)

I went over to Jaxs’ house because I thought she was getting out of cheer leading practice at 9:00pm but, it was actually 10:00. I walk through the house and to the back dock over looking the lake and shes sitting on the edge of the deck drinking one of those bitch drinks, right.

JBEALL

Where is Jax?

JAX’S MOM

(flirtacious)

Jax Isn’t going to be home for an hour.

Jax mom throws the hair back out of her face and smiles.

JAX MOM

Why don’t we go out on the jet ski just to kill a few minutes.

Jax’s mom straddles the jet ski first, Jbeall then follows and puts his arms around her to hold on.

JBEALL (V.O.)

So we are out in the cove driving around slow. Then she grabs my hand and places it on her fucking left tit. Then she pulls my face around her shoulder and starts kissing me. I say fuck it and stick my hand down the front of her swimsuit. Lets just say she was louder than the jet ski engine.

INT. -- JBEALL’S CAR -- MORNING

JJsteel grabs Jbeall by the arm and starts to jump up and down from the excitement.

JJSTEEL

Dude are you serious?

JBEALL

(shouts)

HELL NO I’M NOT SERIOUS!

Jbeall looks down and notices JJsteel holding on to his right fore arm.

JBEALL

Get the fuck off my arm. I’m telling you a sex story and you start to hold my arm, and not to mention

Jbeall looks down at JJsteel’s crotch and his eyes enlarge.

JBEALL

You have the biggest hard on I’ve ever seen.

It is very evident that JJsteel has a massive boner.

JJSTEEL

(depressed)

Damn you Jbeall. You got me all wrapped up in to the story.

JBEALL

I can see that.

JJsteel and Jbeall pull up to the beer store.

JJSTEEL

You have the list and the money.

Jbeall slaps the back of his right jean pocket.

JBEALL

Yeah its all in my back pocket.

JJsteel jogs to catch up with Jbeall

JJSTEEL

Man this party is going to be sick.

JBEALL

You better start worrying about the game, nobody’s going to want to get wasted after a loss.

The entrance bell rings to the beer store. The beer store owner, Boone, acts like a lunatic.

BOONE

(screams)

What’s up guys? Yall come here to get ready for an after party.

JBEALL

What’s up baby, there’s what we need. Oh yeah, throw Butch’s usual in there also.

JJSTEEL

You coming to the game Boone?

BOONE

(insulted)

Hell no! I don’t give a shit about football. I just like you high school kids spending your money in my store.

JJSTEEL

Throw in some of that Lucas as well Boone.

Jbeall looks at the lucas beer salt in JJsteel’s hand and shakes his head in confusion.

BOONE

We have seven thirty packs of bud light, five cases of keystone, four cases of sky blue, 11 bottles of boones, two bottles of Jim Bean, and a case of natural ice.

BOONE

Total comes to 437.66 dollars, out of 550.00.

A beer store worker walks out of the fridge area as Boone throws the cash in the register.

BEER STORE WORKER

(concerned)

You need any ice man?

Jbeall stands there in deep thought for a second.

JBEALL

No. We didn’t bring any coolers.

Jbeall, JJsteel and the beer store worker are standing behind Jbeall’s car with the trunk open. The back of the trunk is crammed with boxes of alcohol. Jbeall shuts the trunk and hands the beer store worker a twenty dollar bill for his tip.

BEER STORE WORKER

Thanks player.

Jbeall and JJsteel are in the car heading back to the high school. JJsteel pops open two beers and hands one to Jbeall.

JJSTEEL

Man I’m wondering about that porn collection I let butch borrow. I don’t think he’s going to give it back.

JBEALL

Jess still won’t let you.

JJsteel abruptly interupts.

JJSTEEL

(screams)

Nope.

JBEALL

I’m telling you that bitch is a lesbian. Your cock scares her.

JJSTEEL

Real funny not everyone gets to fuck a girl with a cucumber on a daily basis.

Jbeall smirks as he turns to look at JJsteel.

JBEALL

I remember when your parents thought you had a porn addiction and held that intervention at your grand parents house.

JJSTEEL

Don’t start about my addictions, let’s talk about the vicodine and whisky binge you were on. How long was that, three months.

Jbeall looks out of the corner of his eye like he’s trying to remember.

INT. -- JBEALL’S HOUSE -- NIGHT

Jbeall is standing at the kitchen counter with his back to the room. A half full whiskey bottle stands to the right of Jbeall, he is crushing vicodin pills into a large mound. He then scrapes the mound of vicodin powder off the counter and mixes it into his glass of whisky. Jbeall finishes the glass and slided it into the kitchen sink. The glass breaks, He looks at his dogs and asks them if they are ready. The dogs turn their heads in confusion. Jbeall and his dogs walk out of the back of the house and down the drive way. He and his dogs are walking down a side walk beside a house. Jbeall looks down at his dogs period.

JBEALL

(intoxicated)

You guys are getting really good at this, really yall are.

Jbeall can barely walk up to the front door. His dogs follow him. He looks at the front door and then at the dogs.

JBEALL

(cocky)

Are yall ready for this shit? these mother fuckers are never gonna figure it out.

Jbeall rings on the door bell, he stumbles down the stairs into the front yard. The dogs follow. Jbeall elaborately swings his arm over his shoulder motioning to the dogs.

JBEALL

Everybody run, guys lets go.

Jbeall passes out in the middle of the yard with the bottle of whisky in his hand. The owners of the house come out. The husband stands at the top of the stair case while the wife walks down in to the yard wearing her night gown on. The wife readjusts her night gown and stands there with her arms crossed looking to see if any neighbors are watching.

WIFE OF THE HOUSE

(embarrassed)

Get your ass back in the house and go to bed, you have school in the morning.

The wife looks back at her husband.

WIFE OF THE HOUSE

(demands)

Come help me get our son out of the front yard.

Jbeall lays on the ground with the whiskey bottle in his hand, the dogs walk up and sniffs him. Jbeall awakens and lifts his head off the ground then mumbles.

JBEALL

(dramatic)

Run before they put you in the kettle.

Jbeall drops his head to the ground and passes out completely

INT. -- JBEALL’S CAR -- MORNING

Jbeall and JJsteel are lost within themselves as they gaze on to the road.

JBEALL

I miss those day’s.

JJSTEEL

I think you need to keep your addictions under control.

Jbeall turns to JJsteel.

JBEALL

Yeah you are one to talk. You have every Jenna Jameson movie ever made. A penis pump and a blow up doll. Your addicted to sex.

JJsteel turns to Jbeall

JJSTEEL

You are full of shit.

JBEALL

I bet power drive that blow up doll every night like a jack hammer.

Jbeall point to the dashboard as he makes his point.

JBEALL

Now that my friend is addiction.

JJSTEEL

Well if we are married it is not an addiction.

Jbeall and JJsteel show back up to campus. They drive up to the guard shack and roll down their windows. Butch walks over and leans down to JJsteel and Jbeall’s level.

BUTCH

Hey guys, how did it go?

JJsteel reach’s into the back of the car and grabs Butch’s case of beer. He hands the case of beer to Jbeall, who hands the case of beer through the window to butch.

BUTCH

That’s what I’m talking about.

JBEALL

I don’t see how you drink that shit.

JJSTEEL

How long has the pep rally been out for?

Butch stands up and looks at the gymnasium with a case of beer in his right hand.

BUTCH

I don’t think its even let out. Yall be good.

Jbeall and JJsteel drive to the back of the school parking lot and park by the field house. The pep rally lets outs, and a swarm of students exit the building. The principles are walking around the parking lot telling students to get to class.

PRINCIPLES

Everybody has five minutes to get back to class, or I start handing out invitations to Saturday school.

INT. -- FIELD HOUSE -- MORNING

BST and Brian are standing in the field house talking about the up coming order that Jbeall and JJsteel are putting together for the football team. Brian stands there wearing his game jersey running shoe laces through his cleats.

BRIAN

What did you order from Jbeall and JJsteel?

Bst sits in a metal fold out chair relaxed.

BST

Just Sust. 250 and dbol.

BST

How bout you.

BRIAN

Enanthate and deca.

While Brian and BST are speaking, several team mates are coming up to Jbeall and JJsteel’s lockers sliding steroid orders in the cracks of the locker doors.

BST

(concerned)

You ever worry about getting drug tested and this shit showing up.

BRIAN

No… the UIL doesn’t test for roids, at least not now they don’t…

BST

Why is that?

Brian cracks a smile.

BRIAN

(confident)

Cost too much.

Brian grabs a nearby chair and takes a seat next to BST.

Not only would they have to test all the football teams, freshman through varsity but, they would have to test all the cheerleaders, charmers the band and pretty much anybody that steps onto a field or court. That my friend gets expensive when your talking about testing the entire state of Texas.

Brian slaps BST’s leg stands up and walks away.

BRIAN

See yall in docs office.

Brian walks out of the locker room. BST looks behind himself and watch’s Brian leave the room. BST turns back around and takes off his shirt and opens his locker.

EXT. -- FIELD HOUSE PARKING LOT -- MORNING

Jbeall and JJsteel are walking across the parking lot, Coach Carpenter approach’s them.

COACH CARPENTER

I need you two to get focused on the game tonight, I know there’s a lot of distractions today so go do whatever it is yall do and relax.

INT. -- LOCKER ROOM -- MORNING

Jbeall and JJsteel both slowly walk into the field house. Jeremy and Jacob walk up to their lockers and open them. At the same time several envelopes labeled (steroid orders) fall out of both lockers.

JBEALL

Sales are up this week.

JJSTEEL

Yea, I guess coach’s speech about the team doing what ever it takes to get faster and stronger for the playoffs helped.

JBEALL

Well he’s not taking any profit, I’ll consider that free advertising.

JJSTEEL

You think if he ever found out what we were doing he would kick us off the team.

JBEALL

It’s more of a don’t ask, don’t tell mind set.

Jbeall bends down and scoops all the envelopes up and puts them back into his locker.JJsteel Stands there and texts on his cell phone. Jbeall grabs his towl and strips down to take a shower.

INT. --SHOWER ROOM -- MORNING

Jbeall stands underneath a shower head letting the steaming water run down his body. JJsteel and BST race each other into the shower in order to get the warmer shower head. Jbeall turns around slowly. BST beats JJsteel to the shower desired shower head.

JJSTEEL

BST you never use the shower.

BST turns his head over his right shoulder.

BST

I know because you are always in it.

JJsteel stand behind BST impatiently waiting for him to finish.

BST

Why don’t you just use the other shower head.

BST points across the room to the other shower heads.

JJSTEEL

Eat shit, you know all those other showers are ice cold.

Jbeall turns around

JBEALL

you can share mine with me.

JJsteel starts to walk over to Jbeall’s stall.

JBEALL

You think I’m serious?... Do You?

JJSTEEL

Fuck both of you hurry up I’m freezing.

BST shakes his head.

BST

No I’m taking my time on this one.

JJsteel stands behind BST with his arms crossed shivering. BST turns to JBeall.

BST

You don’t think D-bol is going to fuck with my blood pressure do you?

JBEALL

Yeah its one of the side effects.

Jbeall is quickly distracted by JJsteel. Jbeall notices a yellow stream flowing over BST’s right shoulder. Jbeall tries not to stare. BST makes pleasurable faces as he dips his head under the hot water. JJsteel stands behind BST urinating on his shoulders and head, but because BST’s head is down under the hot water he does not notice. Jbeall leans on the shower wall laughing uncontrollably.

BST

(insulted)

Side effects are not funny Jbeall I take them serious.

JJsteel is still standing behind BST urinating on him. The yellow stream finally trickles down and JJsteel gives a pleasurable shake. BST walks out of the shower.

BST

It is amazing how a hot shower wakes you up in the morning. I’ll see yall in Doc’s office.

BST exits the shower drying his hair. JJsteel steps under the warm shower head. Jbeall jsut smiles and turns to the wall.

JBEALL

You know he probably really needed that shower.

JJSTEEL

You are right he did.

Jbeall and JJsteel exit the showers.

INT. -- FIELD HOUSE DRESSING ROOM -- MORNING

Jbeall and JJsteel stand in front of their lockers fully dressed in their Jeans and game jerseys. Jbeall bends down and pulls together all the steroid orders and places them under his shirt.

INT. -- DOC’S TRAINING ROOM -- MORNING

JBeall and JJSteel walk into the training room (Docs Office). All of the starters on the football team are laid up and relaxing on the examining tables. JBeall walks into Doc’s office and grabs a bottle of pain killers out of Doc’s desk. He then walks back into the main room were the starters are congregated. JJsteel is standing in the middle of the room putting the TV channel on 3. Jbeall walks up to an examining table and lays the envelopes down. JJsteel turns around and questions the players.

JJSTEEL

Who wants to watch a movie.

QUINTILLY

What the fuck you putting in steel?

JJSTEEL

A suprise.

Q-tip/Quintilly, the star receiver, is sitting on a table talking to a trainer named Jenny with his arms around her waste grabbing her butt. The team mates are behind Jennie, pointing and whispering. Everyone in the room comes to see what the pointing is about. The team spots a large blood stain on the back of Jenny’s pants.

It appears that she has started her period and did not know it. Quintilly is propt up on the table acting like a pimp. When Jenny walks away JJsteel slides up to Quintilly and whispers into his ear. Quintilly looks towards Jenny walking away and his eye’s light up. Jbeall is straddling the examining table with three organized stacks of money in front of him. The head trainer, DOC, walks in. Jbeall relaxes on the examining table with his phone pressed against his ear.

DRUG DEALER (V.O.)

What’s up baby boy?

JBEALL

(casually)

What’s up.

DRUG DEALER (V.O.)

What do you have for me this week?

Jbeall picks up a near by peice of paper and holds it infront of his face.

JBEALL

I need twelve test enenthates, ten decas, fifteen sust five hundred, five dbol, four EQ, and five whinny.

DRUG DEALER

I don’t know why you white boys fuck with that whinny.

JBEALL

Because us white boys are’nt born with six packs like you black boys are.

DRUG DEALER

Is that it?

JBEALL

I need a total.

DRUG DEALER

Aight. It’s sixty for the test, seventy for the deca, seventy five for the sust, one hundred for the dbols, seventy five for the EQ and one hundred for the whinny tabs. The total comes to three thousand eight hundred and forty five dollars and zero cents.

JBEALL

I already have it so its whenever you want to meet.

DRUG DEALER

I’ll call you some time this week end with an order and a drop.

JBEALL

Sounds like a plan.

Jbeall hangs up the phone and tosses it on the table he is straddling. Jbeall puts the money into one big envelope. He then opens the vicodin bottle and takes them for himself and passes the bottle to JJsteel who is sitting on an examining table across the room from him. JJsteel then walks around dispensing the pills to every individual player in the room. Doc walks in the room.

DOC

Is anybody going to class today?

Everyone looks around but, no one speaks up.

DOC

Nobody? If you guys stay in here yall can’t be going in and out, I’m not getting my ass chewed out by the other teacher.

BRIAN

We’ll be ok.

Brian sits on an examining table cleaning out his ears. Doc walks back out and shuts the door behind him.

JBEALL

JJteel what movie you putting in?

JJSTEEL

The Program baby!

Brian turns around on the examining table

BRIAN

Nice selection.

Jbeall walks over to the thermostat and cranks the air conditioner down to 50 degrees. The lights are out and everyone has a place to lay and a pillow with a blanket to cover up with. Everyone passes out during the movie and doesn’t wake up until school is over. The 3:15pm bell rings and everybody awakens for the pre-game meetings. Jbeall and JJsteel slowly walk out of Doc’s office and into the locker room

INT. -- FIELD HOUSE LOCKER ROOM -- AFTERNOON

Coach Strong walks in to the football locker room and starts gathering up the players.

STRONG

I expect every player to be dressed and with their position coach for pre game meetings. Everybody needs to have there bags packed and ready to get on the bus after the meetings.

JJsteel, Jbeall and the rest of the players make their way to the meeting room.

INT. -- MEETING ROOM -- AFTERNOON

The players are sitting in a stadium style seating arrangement facing a dry erase board. Coach Strong points to several plays mapped out on the dry erase board.

COACH STRONG

Guys I can’t stress enough no turn overs.

Coach Strong looks a Jake the quarterback.

COACH CARPENTER

Got that Jake.

JAKE

Yes sir.

COACH STRONG

We are going to smash them in the mouth. If we win the toss we are going to differ.

Coach carpenter looks at JJsteel who is half asleep wrapped in a blanket. Coach Stunner walks in the room and uses his hand as a phone against his ear.

COACH STUNNER

Strong your wife on the phone.

Coach Strong jogs out of the meeting room.

COACH CARPENTER

If we get close on the goal line Strong will call you in. You and Jbeall are going to run Hanz and Franz the goal line play we have practiced.

Jbeall hears his name and half way pays attention

COACH CARPENTER

Now guys this is not the same team we played last year. They got a new coach and I’m sure he has some tricks up his sleeve. We need to be watching out for the reverse and QB keeper. Their QB likes to take it and run.

JBEALL

Unlike ours.

Jbeall then begins to snore like he is asleep as the team snickers.

JAKE

Hey coach are we going to work the option tonight or air it out.

COACH CARPENTER

Jake shut the fuck up I’m talking.

Jake lowers his head and becomes solemnly quite.

COACH CARPENTER

We are going to air it out tonight. Quintilly you are going to have to just try your best to catch whatever the hell Jake throws at you and Jake try not to shit your pants tonight.

The team laughs at Jake as he holds his head defiantly then whispers to himself.

JAKE (WHISPERING)

It’s a joke they are just jealous of you.

JJsteel sits there with his eyes shut wrapped in a blanket but awake.

JJSTEEL

I poo pood in my panties.

COACH CARPENTER

JBeall I want you to hold on to that ball like it’s your orphan child. No harm meant by that one BST.

Brandon is laying on the cement floor in the corner with a dip of snuff in his mouth and a cup in his hand.

JBEALL

Bastard.

BST

I fucking heard that Jbeall don’t talk to me like I am God Damn retard.

BST begins to choke on is dip.

COACH CARPENTER

Alright BST nice impression of coach Newton. Now shut your bastard ass up. Jbeall and JJsteel wake up.

Coach Carpenter walks over to were Jbeall is asleep in and drops a small piece ice on his head. Jbeall then picks him up over his shoulder and starts to walk out of the room.

JBEALL

Am I going to have to beat your ass old man?

COACH CARPENTER

Put me down! My hemorrhoids!

Coach Carpenter recovers and Jbeall pats him on the back. He starts to bend his large stomach back up while holding his back.

COACH CARPENTER

Listen Jbeall I’m just trying to get you boys psyched up and ready kill those sons of bitches tonight.

Jbeall looks very calm and collected as he responds.

JBEALL

Oh, its always quietest before the storm.

COACH CARPENTER

I want you boys to go on that field tonight like a couple of killers scalping and raping. You understand me.

BST walks over to Coach Carpenter.

BST

I’m going to put a razor blade in my shoulder pads that way on kick off I’ll cut some ones neck wide open and they won’t even know it.

Coach Carpenter looks at BST

COACH CARPENTER

BST you are a God Damn retard. Just stick to the special teams and work on your punt return.

BST grins and his teeth are yellow and full of tobacco.

COACH CARPENTER

Brush your teeth while you are at it.

INT. -- COACHES OFFICE -- DAY

Coach Strong walks into the room and immediately sits in his chair which has back beads on it. He takes off his hat exposing his bald head then sips from a mug and looks at coach Carpenter.

COACH STRONG

Will you go tell everyone who is not in my office to get in here.

Coach Strong the looks at Jbeall and JJsteel who are walking in the office.

COACH STRONG

I was just on the phone with the head coach for Miami. He told me to send him the tape of tonights game. I hope you boys are ready to crack some skulls.

Jbeall looks at JJsteel and gives him a nod.

JJSTEEL

I think that can be arranged.

Players start to pour into the coaches office and Coach Strong yells out the door.

COACH STRONG

Somebody tell my son to get in her before I make him sit in the stands with his mommy.

Most of the team including Jbeall and JJsteel are sitting on the coaches floor wearing their football pants and a Tribe shirt. Once all the Players and coaches fill in the room. The Door is shut.

COACH STRONG

Coach stunner go over the offense.

Coach Strong leans back in his chair as coach stunner gets up and begins to shift his weight from side to side like he is nervous but, crunk at the same time.

COACH STUNNER

Alright We are going to Air out it tonight. Trips forty nine post. Ok that play is going to be boom right out the bat. We are going to use our speed on the end to stretch out their defense and when they least expect it. That’s when we are going to hit them in the mouth. Jbeall this is going to be a big night tonight.

Coach Stunner takes out a pen and starts drawing X’s and O’s.

COACH STUNNER

I don’t know if coach Strong has already told you but, there are going to be some scouts out. It’s a Big game that we can’t afford to lose so we are going to have to hold on to that football no mistakes. Here is an example of the gaol line play we worked on called Hanz and Franz.

Coach Stunner points at JJsteel and Jbeall.

COACH STUNNER

We are going to stack you two on the week side and run it right behind you. It’s a guaranteed score. Coach Minyard anything our defense needs to know about.

Coach Minyard Looks at the team through his thick bifocals.

COACH MINYARD

Nope.

COACH STRONG

Coach Carpenter go ahead and start the highlight video.

Coach Carpenter leans in and presses play on the VCR. The lights are turned off and the TV in front of the room starts to play an eighties rock song as the team sits mesmerized studying the major hits from the previous game a week before.

After the video is over the meeting lets out and every player is locked in and completely quiet. No one says a word as all the players walk onto the bus and take their seats. Coach Strong is the last to load the bus.

COACH STRONG

Take this time gentlemen to focus on what we need to do tonight. I want you to through each play mentally, there shouldn’t be any doubt come kick off. You guys are a better team then they are and ya’ll are about to prove me right.

The bus takes off creeping slowly through the school parking lot and past the guard shack. The guard, Butch, is past out on the center of the floor with his feet holding the door opened and beer cans of natural ice are easily viewable from the bus. JJsteel and Jbeall’s eyes light up from shock at the idea that they help to create Butch’s extreme intoxication.

EXT. -- TOMATO BOWL ENTRANCE -- DUSK (PRE GAME)

Montage: The bus slowly cruises into the entrance of the tomato bowl. An aggressive song starts to play and does so until the end of the montage. The bus slowly cruises into the entrance, an aggressive song starts to play. Coach Strong stands up with the music playing and waves his arm for the players to follow him off the bus.

Each player gets off the bus one by one. The team starts to walk to the locker room as a group. The opposing team is already at the stadium and standing a few feet from the tomato bowl locker room. One of the opposing team’s players, number eighty four, spits on Jbeall. Jbeall mouths the players number to himself.

The Indians become outraged that Jbeall was spit on. A quick brawl breaks lose. During the brawl, one of the opposing teams’ coaches grabs JJsteel’s jersey. Coach carpenter comes from behind the bus and throw’s an empty water cooler at the coach’s head. The water cooler knocks the coach to the ground.

Carpenter is irate and ready to fight. Jbeall looks to Coach Carpenter and notices a smeared clump of a white substance under his nose. Jbeall’s eyes light up as he motions for coach Carpenter to wipe his nose. Coach Carpenter wipes his nose with his thumb and licks it.

INT. -- TOMATO BOWL LOCKER ROOM -- EVENING

Coach Carpenter walks to the front door from the tomato bowl locker room. He motions to Jbeall and JJsteel to follow. When JJsteel and Jbeall round the corner in the tomato bowl locker room Coach Carpenter stands with his clip board in hand prop up on his stomach. There is a referee in the back of the locker room using the urinal with his back turned. There are four cut lines of cocaine awaiting the two players. Coach Carpenter smiles and waves JJsteel and Jbeall over then hands each a straw. Coach Carpenter leans down with his face on the clip board and snorts a line. JBeall then walks up snorts his line and JJsteel follows. Coach Carpenter notices an extra line of cocaine and begins to look around the locker room.

EXT. -- TOMATO BOWL LOCKER ROOM -- EVENING

Jbeall leads Coach Carpenter and JJsteel out of the locker room. All three are holding their nose from the burn of the lines they snorted. A few seconds pass by and the referee Walks out of the locker room wiping nose.

INT. -- TOMATO BOWL -- NIGHT (GAME TIME)

Its night, the ACDC song is still playing and the game is about to start. Every player is suited out in there football armor. The Team walks out in a single file line, like emotionless warriors preparing for battle. They walk in to a large tepee then start to rock back and forth to a rhythm then burst out the fog filled tepee rushing out onto the football field. Cheer leaders are in front of them running with the team.

The team meets in the center of the field, Jbeall is in the middle of the crowd getting his team pumped. He breaks them out and the team runs to the sidelines.

As the Indians are getting ready for kick off the team lines up on the twenty yard line. Some players are jumping up and down trying to get blood pumping through their legs while other Players are flexing their forearms with intense aggression.

The opposing team is standing on the other side of the fifty yard line glaring and looking cocky and over confident. The Henderson’s coach is yelling and pointing at his players.

The kicker for the Indians drops his arm from above his head and the team crouches down and gets ready for attack. The football is kicked and the Indians blaze down the field with the look of hate and anger in their eyes.

The opposing team catches the ball and starts to run but,before getting less then five yards an Indian comes down the field with lightning speed and lay’s the hardest helmet to helmet hit ever seen. The player from Henderson fumbles the ball and the Indians recover.

Coach Strong is over on the side lines griping his fist and making a face that signifies he is enjoying the pain his players are inflicting. The Indian offense takes the field at their fifteen yard line. The offense breaks the huddle and the guy that spits on Jbeall is right across the line of scrimmage from him. As soon as the ball is hiked Jbeall gives a bone crushing uppercut to the guy that spit on him. Blood sprays out of the defending players mouth as he drops to his knees and falls to his face from the excruciating pain.

Jake tosses the ball to the left and running back catches it as he sprints to the left side. The running back doesn’t see an opening, so he cuts back to the right. The entire right side of the field is vacant besides the guy that Jbeall uppercut in the jaw. He’s still laid out motionless. The running back runs untouched into the end zone.

Henderson has the ball on the Indians twenty yard line. The center hikes the ball and JJsteel blows through their offensive line. The tight end covering JJ falls back and JJ makes eye contact with the quarter back. The Henderson Quarterback tries to avoid JJ by running a bootleg quarter back sneak to JJ’s left.

JJ takes off charging in a lowered position, as if he is hunting this quarterback for the meat on his bone. JJ lowers his shoulder and lay’s a leg ripping decleating hit to the quarterback. The quarterback’s legs are above his shoulders and he is flipping in mid air then lands on his head. JJ loses his balance after his crippling tackle, and slides on his back away from the line of scrimmage.

The quarterback loses the ball which JJsteel quickly notices and scavenges for it. JJsteel reach’s out lying on his stomach and grabs the football. The referees’ blow the play dead. JJ stands up and holds the ball above his head with large muscular arms. JJsteel slams the ball on the ground and the referee’ s run up throwing their flags to the ground. Coach Strong jumps up on the sideline and throws his hat on the ground in anger, spitting and cursing.

The offense has the ball again, the quarter back drops back and throws a sixty yard pass down the field to Quintilly. Quintilly reaches out and makes a finger tip catch and gets taken down on the Indians 15 yard line. The center hikes the ball to the quarter back who peels back looking for an opening. Jbeall attacks the defensive end driving him off the line of scrimmage.

The quarter back tosses the ball to the running back. The running back makes a line drive right between the tackle and Jbeall. Jbeall pins the defensive end on the ground and the running back gets tackled by a linebacker on the 7 yard line. There is a dog pile around Jbeall and the running back. While Jbeall has the defensive end on the ground in the dog pile he punches the player in his crotch cuasing the defensive end to scream in pain. Jbeall gets a face mask to face mask and starts screaming obscenities to the player. Jbeall laughs and spits in the face of the defensive end.

The ball is hiked again and Jbeall runs into the upper right area of the open end zone, the quarter back drops back and throws a line drive pass to Jbeall which is completed. The offensive linemen run to Jbeall and stop ten yards in front of him. He takes the football and pretends to pull the pin out of a grenade using his mouth. Jbeall throws over his left shoulder and covers his ears with his hands while ducking down. He watches the football land in front of the offensive linemen.

The offensive linemen act like they are getting blown up. They throw themselves in different directions as the referee’s start throwing flags on the field for unsportsmen like conduct (celebrating). Even coach Carpenter acts as if he feels the shock wave from the imaginary blast. Coach Strong looks at coach Carpenter pissed off, coach carpenter looks at coach strong and throws his hands up and makes a goofy face, like he doesn’t know what’s going on.

The quarter back hands off to Brian, the full back. Brian runs in for a touch down. The final seconds run out on the score board, a gun shot represents the game has came to an end. The final score is 28-0 Jacksonville. The AC/DC song comes to an end. The team is loading up on the bus, coach strong is shaking hands with parents and fans.

FAN

Your boys know how to play football coach, we’re impressed every year they step out on the field.

COACH STRONG

Thank you, I appreciate that comment. These boys work their tails off for me.

FAN

It damn sure shows.

Coach strong takes a step onto the bus then turns around and wave to their fans.

COACH STRONG

Thank yall for coming out. It really gives us a reason to practice hard knowing we have such good fans. Yall take care.

The fans start cheering and yelling while the bus door shuts. The bus pulls away slowly.

INT. -- FIELD HOUSE -- AFTER GAME NIGHT

The players are back at the field house, everybody is getting dressed for the after party. Players are walking every where, some are coming out of the showers, some are ironing their jeans. JJsteel is standing next to Jbeall. JJsteel is spraying multiple sprays of cologne.

JBEALL

What’s up with all the cologne you smell like a Macy’s?

JJSTEEL

I haven’t told you but me and Jess are going to go out by ourselves.

JBEALL

Where to?

JJSTEEL

That’s it, we don’t know where to go besides her house, but her mom gets so drunk she tries to hang out with us.

JBEALL

My dad’s parents are out of town for a while, if you want my key you can go handle up on your business there.

JJSTEEL

You would do that?

JBEALL

Why wouldn’t I?

JJSTEEL

That sounds perfect. Thanks bro.

JBEALL

Anytime.

Quintilly walks up to Jbeall and JJsteel with a real irritated look on his face.

QUINTILLY

Alright I love you guys death but, I know yall get off on little pranks but this time You have gone too far.

JBEALL

What?.......

QUINTILLY

The saving cream, its all over my locker.

JJSTEEL

We have no idea what’s going on.

Jbeall, JJsteel, and Quintilly walk around the lockers to view what Quintilly is talking about. Quintilly’s locker is covered from top to bottom with shaving cream. Quintilly picks up the empty shaving cream can.

QUINTILLY

There, take it I don’t want it.

JBEALL

I don’t want it either. I don’t even use that cheap shit.

JJSTEEL

looks to me like someone’s been shopping at the dollar general.

BST is looking out of the corner of his eye’s at the three talking about the shaving cream. Quintilly slowly turns his head and glares at BST.

QUINTILLY

God damn it, you fucking white trash peace of shit. Did you do this?

BST

What if I did? What are you going to do about it? You fucking porch nigger.

JBEALL

whoah, cut that shit out Brandon, we’re like family in this field house.

Brandon walks closer to Quintilly and stands an inch away from his face.

BST

Family? No nigger will ever be a part of my family. The only thing you’ll be apart of is the tree in my front yard when your hanging from a rope.

QUINTILLY

Fuck that!

Quintilly uppercuts Brandon, buckling his knees. Jbeall grabs Quintilly and forcefully walks him back away from the fight. BST lays knocked out. Brandon awakens and stumbles back to his locker. He sits in a chair in front of his locker holding his jaw. Brian looks down at him and shakes his head. JJsteel walks up to Quintilly and Jbeall.

JJSTEEL

I’m bout to go.

Jbeall pulls his grand parents house key out of his pocket and hands it to JJ.

JJSTEEL

Swing by my house tomorrow when you got the new order and toss it to me.

JJSTEEL

You got it.

JBEALL

JJ, they have an alarm on their house so just call me right before you walk in and I’ll tell you how to turn it off.

JJSTEEL

You better answer.

Jbeall turns to walk Quintilly back to his locker.

JJSTEEL

Don’t worry about white trash Q-tip.

JJ shouts over the row of lockers to Jbeall.

JJSTEEL

I better not be left hanging outside with my dick in my hand.

JJ turns around and walks out the field house.

INT. -- JJSTEEL’S CAR -- NIGHT

He is driving up to Jbeall’s grand parents house with Jess. JJ and Jess come to a complete stop and JJ puts the car in park then steps out. He walks around to Jess’s side of the car and opens the car door for her.

JESS

Thanks babe. Now who’s house is this again.

JJSTEEL

Jbeall’s grand parents.

JESS

That was nice of him.

JJ and Jess walk to the back door and JJ pulls his cell phone out of his pocket and dials Jbeall. The phone is ringing as Jbeall picks up and there is a loud commotion on Jbeall’s end of the phone.

JBEALL

What’s up brother?

JJSTEEL

How’s the party going?

JJSTEEL

Everybody’s just now getting here.

JJSTEEL

So what all do I have to do to get in?

JBEALL

When you enter the first door there’s not going to be an alarm, but when you unlock the second door that goes to the kitchen.

JJsteel unlocks the first door and him and jess walk in.

INT. -- JBEALL’S GRANDPARENT’S HOUSE -- NIGHT

JBEALL (V.O.)

The alarm is going to start making a high pitch noise, the key pad is on your right so just type in 4790. You should be good to go after that.

JJ walks to the second door and opens it, the alarm starts to make the high pitch noise. JJsteel turns to his right and types in 4790 and the alarm deactivates.

JJSTEEL

Nice, thanks again for all this.

JJSTEEL

Forget about it, be bad, later.

JJ and Jess walk through the laundry room then the kitchen. JJsteel turns on the kitchen and living room lights. he and Jess walk into the garden room where they see the swimming pool. JJsteel reaches up and turns on the pool lights

JESS

Not bad, I like it.

JJ and Jess walk outside and put their towels on the pool furniture. JJ already has his swim suit on and he turns to jess.

JJSTEEL

You can go inside and change if you want.

JESS

Where’s the rest room?

JJSTEEL

You know where I turned the alarm off at?

JESS

Yeah.

JJSTEEL

The rest room is just a few feet to the right of the alarm key pad.

JESS

I gotcha.

JJSTEEL

Hurry up.

Jess looks back with a little grin.

JESS

Don’t rush me.

Jess walks back into the garden room and into the kitchen. JJsteel walks around the pool and turns on the water hose for the slide. JJsteel walks back around the pool and dips his foot into the water to see how cool it is.

He walks back to the pool furniture and takes his shirt off then heads to the shallow end of the pool and uses the stairs to lower himself in until he dips himself completely under water.

With JJsteel’s back turned to the garden room Jess quietly slides the door open and shuts it behind her. Jess walks up to the edge of the pool where Jess entered and stands there waiting to get JJsteel attention. JJsteel turns around to find jess standing at the edge of the pool wearing her bikini bottoms and not top.

JJSTEEL

HEY…….

Jess smiles and puts her hair behind her ears then slowly steps one foot into the pool. She takes off her top and submerges inch by inch her half naked body.

JJsteel stands there flabbergasted. Jess slowly approaches JJsteel’s rock hard torso and raps her legs around his waste. He places his right hand on the small of her back and his left hand on the back of her head as they both go in for a kiss.

All of a sudden you hear a loud engine coming up the drive way. A Nissan 350z comes to a tire screeching halt and music is blaring out of the rolled down windows.

JJsteel and Jess get out of the pool to investigate the matter. Jess raps a towel around her chest. They both proceed to walk out into the driveway.

Jbeall jumps out of the Nissan 350z, two girls are sitting in the passenger seat drinking from a liquor bottle. He runs around the car and approaches the pool in the back yard were JJ and jess are.

JBEALL

Dude I know I said you could have the house for the night but, I’m having to take that back.

JJSTEEL

Tell me what’s up, are your grand parents coming back early.

JJsteel looks at Jbeall with confusion.

JBEALL

No Brian’s girlfriends parents came home from Dallas early, so the party’s switching locations.

JJsteel looks at Jess with sad faced.

JJSTEEL

Baby I’m sorry, it’s not my house.

Jess looks at JJ, then glares at Jeremy.

JESS

I’ll talk to you tomorrow.

Jess glares back at Jbeall.

JBEALL

Sorry, feel more then welcome to stay.

Jess walks away while she holds her middle finger in the air at Jbeall.

JBEALL

Fuck you to pussy eater.

JJSTEEL

What the fuck Jbeall.

JBEALL

Don’t expect me to stand here, and take that bitch’s attitude.

JJSTEEL

You don’t know how close I was to...

JBEALL

Say no more, I forgive you. It’s time to party.

A Texas rap song Several trucks and cars enter the long driveway filled with high school seniors. As car after car pull up people are yelling and having a good time. Trucks pull off the driveway and park in the open yard. Brian pulls up in his truck and backs into the parking garage. The back of his truck is filled with beer bottles and cans of beer covered to the bed rails with ice.

Random classmates walk through the gate to the pool one by one carrying coolers and individual bottles of liquor. A few stoners walk by with pipes and bongs, one guy tosses a large zip lock baggy full of weed to his friend across the garage. A group of friends are sitting around in a circle passing a bong. Girls are running around in their thongs and wet tee-shirts pushing guys into the pull. Two topless girls are sliding down the slide into the pool. In the distance, a local band is setting up stage across the pool area getting preparing to rock out.

Jbeall, JJsteel, Ashley and a few random friends are sitting around a table taking shots of patron. Ashley stands up and makes a toast.

ASHLEY

Fill in later.

JBEALL

That was beautiful.

JJSTEEL

Brian pass me that pipe.

Brian looks blazed and in deep thought.

BRIAN

What?

JJSTEEL

Pass… me… the… pipe…

BRIAN

What pipe?

JJSTEEL

The pipe in your hand buddy.

Brian just looks at the pipe like it’s not even there. JJ stands up and reaches over the table.

JJSTEEL

Never mind, just try not to die on us.

Brian looks at JJsteel with fearful eye’s then starts rubbing his chest.

BRIAN

What? What did you say?

JBEALL

Any ways!!! Where’s BST

JJSTEEL

He was talking about some girl from out of town he was going to pick up and bring out.

Jax walks through the gate. The whole table that Jbeall and JJsteel are sitting at focuses on her walking in.

ASHLEY

Who invited her.

Ashley looks at Jbeall with a bit of sarcasm.

JBEALL

I didn’t. Why wouldn’t you expect her not to show up the entire senior class is here.

ASHLEY

I’m not trying to be a bitch, she’s just gonna try to start shit like she always does.

Jax walks straight over to the table that Jeremy and the group are sitting.

JAX

Jeremy can I talk to you?

ASHLEY

Jax what do you need?

JAX

What I need, is for you to shut the fuck up and let me talk to Jeremy.

JBEALL

Don’t you come to this house and disrespect Ash. You understand me, your more then welcome to stay and drink but don’t you bring any of your attention driven bull shit to my party.

Ashley is sitting right next to Jeremy smiling at Jax as Jbeall corrects her.

JAX

What ever. You and your little slut can die, I just stopped by to see who all was here.

Jbeall points to the gate.

JBEALL

If you can’t get along you can get out.

Jax turns away and walks towards the gate. She mumbles while she’s walking away.

JAX

Fucking slut.

Ashley looks at Jeremy with shock and anger. Jbeall looks back at Ashley.

JBEALL

You go get you some.

Ashley runs up to jax and grabs her by her right shoulder then yanks her around face to face.

ASHLEY

What was that you little bitch.

Jax grabs Ashley and tries to push her around, but Ashley gets leverage and throws Jax into the pull fully clothed.

JAX

You fucking bitch! You are off the cheer leading team. I’ll see to that.

ASHLEY

Like I really give a shit, you kunt.

Everybody around the pool is pointing and laughing. Jax starts screaming and swimming her way to the side of the pool. She gets out of the pool soaking wet and stomps her way out of the gate. Jbeall runs up and bear hugs Ashley and pretends throw her in. Ashley gets excited and starts kicking and screaming.

JBEALL

Lets go.

she turns around.

ASHLEY

I would kill you, if you did that.

JBEALL

Right.

Jbeall and Ashley take their seats at the table again. JJsteel’s eyes get really big, he looks away in embarrassment.

JJSTEEL

There’s BST, check out who’s with him.

BST walks in wearing wranglers and a tank top. He has two large women that must weigh two hundred pounds. He turns to the big women then grabs one on the ass.

BST

Ya’ll go get something to drink while I go have a few words with my boys.

BST walks over to the table and shakes JJ, Brian, and Jbeall’s hands. When BST gets to Jbeall, he stares Ashley down with a look of hate and jealousy. Ashley leans over to Jbeall and whispers.

ASHLEY

I’ll be back, I have to go to the rest room.

JBEALL

Ok.

BST appears to be ease dropping on what she tells Jbeall. Ashley stands up and proceeds to walk inside the house.

BST

If you see the girls I came here with tell them I ran out to my truck to get something.

JBEALL

I got cha.

Jbeall walks over to the band that is getting ready to sing. The head singer turns around and shakes Jbeall’s hand.

JBEALL

How’s it coming along?

BECKER

I think we’ll manage.

JBEALL

Well hell, holler if yall need anything and feel free to make whatever drink you want.

BECKER

You don’t think the cops are gonna get called?

JBEALL

No. They are gonna come, just keep on playing when they show up.

INT. -- REST ROOM -- NIGHT

Ashley is washing her hands in the rest room when BST purposely walks in.

ASHLEY

Brandon!!! I’m in here.

Brandon locks the door behind him.

BST

You know what every guy hates.

BST glares at her and walks closer.

ASHLEY

Get out.

BST

We hate little sluts that flaunt their ass’s around and are never willing to go all the way through with it.

Ashley tries to walk around BST and leave the room but Brandon grabs her by her hair. She slams her into the counter and bends her over. Ashley starts to whimper.

ASHLEY

Brandon your hurting me.

BST

Isn't that the point.

BST rears his right fist in the air and punches Ashley across her mouth then in the back of the head.

EXT. -- OUTSIDE BY THE POOL -- NIGHT

Jbeall walks away from the band and back to the group expecting to see Ashley.

JBEALL

Ashley hasn’t came back from the rest room yet.

JJSTEEL

What’s wrong

JBEALL

Something’s not right

JJsteel and Jbeall make their way inside. “Entrust”, the band, has already started playing. The lead singer is singing an acoustic version of snoop dogs song. BST throws Ashley to the ground and kicks her in the breast. Ashley cries through his hand profusely.

ASHLEY

JBeall!!!

BST starts to undo his pants then kneels over her and pulls her shirt up over her waist. Jbeall and JJsteel makes it to the rest room.

JBEALL

Ashley, you in there?

ASHLEY

JBeall!

BST places his hand over Ashley’s mouth then pulls himself closer to her face. BST is spitting all over her face as he is threatening her.

BST

Shut your fucking mouth slut.

Ashley spits up blood through BST’s hand.

Jbeall tries the door but, it’s locked. Jbeall runs to the bedroom door and opens it. He and JJsteel then run to the second rest room door located within the bedroom. Jbeall slide the door open, Ashley’s on the rest room floor bleeding all over herself and the floor. Brandon is seconds away from putting himself inside Ashley.

Jbeall runs to BST and grabs him by his hair and throws him into a wall. Jbeall then goes to kick him in the throat. JJsteel runs in and grabs BST putting him in a choke hold. Jbeall turns to Ashley and kneeling down he scoops her up in his arms.

JBEALL

Come here baby…. Come here.

Ashley raps her legs and arms around Jeremy as tight as she can, and starts to cry even harder. Jeremy walks her down the hallway and takes her into a another rest room to clean her up. JJ is dragging Brandon out by his neck.

JJSTEEL

What the hells your problem boy?

BST

Oh don’t tell me you haven’t ever fantasized about that type of shit. I just have the balls to do it.

JJsteel points to the road with anger in his eye.

JJSTEEL

Get out of here before I honestly take your life.

BST

It’s all for shits and giggles baby.

JJselt turns a walks back to the party as BST leaves. Jbeall sits Ashley on the kitchen counter.

JBEALL

Did he put himself inside you?

Ashley sniffles and leans into Jbeall’s ear.

ASHLEY

No, he didn’t have time to. Thank you.

JBEALL

Are you positive.

ASHLEY

Yes, a hundred percent.

Jbeall kisses Ashley’s blood covered lips. Ashley grabs Jbeall’s forearms.

ASHLEY

It’s ok.

JJsteel slides the door open.

JJSTEEL

She alright?

ASHLEY

Yes JJ I’m fine.

Ashley wipes her eyes.

JJSTEEL

No offence but there’s naked babes every where in the pool.

Jbeall smiles.

JBEALL

Go… have fun.

INT. -- JBEALL’S CAR -- NIGHT

Jbeall takes Ashley to her house. They pull in the drive way.

JBEALL

You gonna tell your dad?

ASHLEY

What do you think I should do?

JBEALL

I think you should definitely tell your dad.

ASHLEY

I might.

Jbeall gets out of the car and walks Ashley to the door.

ASHLEY

Listen….

JBEALL

Be quiet, I know I’m your night in shining armor. You don’t have to say it.

ASHLEY

Shut up and kiss me you ass hole.

Jbeall kisses Ashley good night.

JBEALL

Sweet dreams.

ASHLEY

Good night.

Ashley walks into her house.

EXT. -- OUTSIDE POOL -- MORNING

The next morning Jbeall and JJsteel are sleeping by the pool where the party was at. Jbeall wakes up to see JJsteel snuggled up with two half naked cheerleaders. JBeall’s phone rings.

JBEALL

What’s up.

DEALER

Rise and shine baby, where you at.

JBEALL

Grand Parents

DEALER

Meet me under the over pass in 5 minutes.

JBEALL

Later.

JJsteel turns over and wipes the sleep from his eyes. He had been passed out on the floor with a bottle of Jack Daniels.

JJSTEEL

You want me to go with you.

JBEALL

I don’t think he wants to see you.

Jbeall walks towards his gate and acts offended.

JJSTEEL

Why?

JBEALL

Remember when you purposely asked him where his wife was when he was with one of his girls... That’s why.

Jbeall walks towards his car.

JJSTEEL

You coming back?

JBEALL

Yeah, clear all these people out in 30 minutes.

Jbeall walks past the pool and several people are laid out sleeping from the night before. Jbeall drives off in his car and pulls underneath the over pass at the drop point.

EXT. -- UNDER THE OVER PASS -- MORNING

A speed bike zips by and Jbeall tosses the driver of the bike a large roll of money. The speed bike races away. A white Cadillac drives over the overpass and a Mexican hangs out the window and tosses a black duffle bag over the side rail of the bridge.

Jbeall watches the duffle bag get tossed off the bridge. He catches the bag and walks over to his car then pops the trunk and puts the bag inside.

Jbeall shuts the trunk then walks to the driver side door and gets in. While he is in the car he texts “Complete” to his dealer, and drives away.

EXT. -- JBEALL’S GRAND PARENTS HOUSE -- MORNING

Jbeall shows back up at his grand parents house where the party was at. He comes to a complete stop at the end of the drive way.

He walks back through the gate and looks around. every body has left the premises and the all the trash was picked up. JJsteel has made himself a mixed drink and is laid out by the pool. Jbeall walks up beside JJsteel and sits down.

JBEALL

Thanks for cleaning up.

JJSTEEL

No problem. I mean shit, it was all my idea any ways.

JBEALL

Here’s your cut smart ass.

Jbeall tosses him his share of the drug money. JJsteel looks down at it and puts the roll of money on the table next to him.

JJSTEEL

Dude what was up with everybody last night? Jax shows up and tries to fight Ashley, BST tries to rape Ashley. I’m going to go out on a limb and say Ashley didn’t enjoy herself last night.

JBEALL

I don’t think the fight bothered her, now the rape on the other hand. That was a fucking crazy experience.

JJSTEEL

So what do you think is going to happen to BST?

JBEALL

I don’t know what Ashley is gonna do, she doesn’t seem to distraught about the whole situation. She has a swollen lip, but other then that…..

JJSTEEL

At least he wasn’t able to get inside her.

JJ shivers is disgust. Jbeall laughs as he is in deep thought about the situation.

JBEALL

lets role.

JJSTEEL

im not finished with my tasty beverage.

Jbeall looks at JJ with shock.

JBEALL

Drink it in the damn car.

JJsteel gets out of the chair and walks behind Jbeall sipping from his extremely large cup.

INT. -- ASHLEY’S HOUSE -- MORNING

Ashley wakes up from the night after the attempted rape. She walks into her rest room to check herself out in the mirror. Ashley rubs the back of her head where she was punched and pull her bottom lip down to see how bad the cut is. The cut is noticeable, but there’s nothing she can do about it. She walks down stairs to get something to eat and runs into her father and mother.

MOTHER

Where were you at until two in the morning.

ASHLEY

I was out with Jeremy, he had a little get together over at his grand parents house.

FATHER

You know like that boy he seems very calm and down to earth.

Ashley’s fathers stairs at her face from across the room, he looks concerned and frustrated.

FATHER

What happen to your lip?

Ashley looks at him as if she’s pondering for a reason.

ASHLEY

You saw me fall at the football game when we were stunting.

FATHER

I didn’t see that.

MOTHER

Oh, Brian cheerleaders get banged from time to time.

FATHER

They get what? what did you say?

MOTHER

Your over reacting… Lets go we’re going to be late.

ASHLEY

We get bruises all the time daddy… Bye… Yall have fun.

The father and mother are walking down the hall way.

FATHER

Did you say they get banged.

The mother laughs and slaps the dad on the shoulder.

MOTHER

I said they get banged up.

FATHER

That’s not what you said.

Ashley stands at the opposite end of the room. She shakes her head and grins. Ashley walks into her room and picks up the phone and calls Jbeall.

INT. -- JBEALL’S CAR -- MORNING

Jbeall pauses to wait for another ring then answers.

JBEALL

What up chick.

ASHLEY (V.O.)

Hey babe, you want to come over and hang out, my parents left for the day.

JBEALL

Yeah, I have JJSteel with me.

ASHLEY (V.O.)

That’s fine, you can bring him if you want.

Jbeall looks over at JJsteel in the passenger side seat. JJsteel is sitting with a school book in his lap snorting a line of coke. Jbeall looks at the coke and runs his finger over the residue then rubs his finger on his gums.

JJSTEEL

Whoa, that’s some good shit.

JBEALL

Don’t bring that shit in Ash’s house.

JJsteel starts wiping his nose. he looks coked out of his mind.

JJSTEEL

Dude lets talk about love.

Jbeall laughs and looks at JJsteel.

JBEALL

What?

JJSTEEL

Yea, I want to talk about love.

They come to an intersection where a car is to the left of them.

JJSTEEL

Dude, dude.

JBEALL

What?

JJSTEEL

That’s the old bitch that lives next to Jess, you know the one that gives me a hard time.

JJSTEEL

JJsteel have to ever tried talking to her or maybe asking her if some how, you might have offended her.

JJsteel looks at Jeremy with a calm responsible look on his face.

JJSTEEL

You always bring the best in me out Jbeall, pull up next to her.

Jbeall pulls down the driver side window to driver side window. The elderly women has her little puddle in her lap. JJsteel leans over Jeremy and engages.

JJSTEEL

Hey Mrs. Plumb, I just wanted to say… YOU’RE A FUCKING OLD PIECE OF SHIT AND I HOPE YOU DIE YOU KUNT!!!!!!!!

Mrs. Plumb spits at JJsteel from her car window.

MRS. PLUMB

Fucking nigger.

Jbeall pulls his arm in the window so it wont get spit on and floors his car. JJsteel looks in the passenger visor mirror and repetitively wipes his nose. Jbeall looks and points at JJsteel.

JBEALL

You know that’s not what I meant.

JJsteel turns around and looks through the back car window. Mrs. Plumb is pulling away from the intersection holding her arm out the window flipping Jbeall and JJsteel off. Jbeall runs his hand over his face.

JBEALL

God damn boy.

Jbeall starts to laugh uncontrollably asa he is joined by JJsteel.

EXT. -ASHLEY’S HOUSE -- AFTERNOON

Jbeall and JJsteel arrives at Ashley’s house. Ashley answers the door.

ASHLEY

Hey you.

Ashley and Jeremy kiss. Ashley pulls her head back quick fro the pain and touches her bottom lip with her finger.

JBEALL

How bad is it.

ASHLEY

Nothing I haven’t gotten before.

JJsteel walks in behind JBeall. Ashley is still standing at the door and JJsteel tires to get a kiss from Ashley as well. Ashley pushes JJsteel’s his face.

ASHLEY

Please…

Jbeall and Ashley are sitting in her room talking about random stuff. JJsteel walks in the room with a sex book and video in his hand.

JBEALL

Where did you get that?

JJSTEEL

In Ashley’s parents room.

ASHLEY

Go put that up.

JJsteel walks out of the room.

JJSTEEL

I’ll put it back when I’m finished.

Ashley looks at Jeremy.

ASHLEY

So what’s up with you Jax?

JBEALL

Where did that come from?

ASHLEY

It came from my conscience.

JBEALL

I have no idea.

ASHLEY

Well, you say she treats you like trash but, you have been guilty of going back to her time after time.

JBEALL

I’m not with her now am I.

ASHLEY

That’s what you said last time.

JBEALL

Jax and I have a lot of history that I’m not sure what to do with.

ASHLEY

A lot of bull shit, if you ask me.

JBEALL

She’s never done anything extreme that’s able to make me have a clear conscience to leave her. Plus I guess deep down I do care about her.

ASHLEY

So we’re not stable.

JBEALL

I’m over here. I’m with you right now and not her.

Jbeall looks around in frustration.

JBEALL

What do you want me to say.... I work for her dad, I’m pretty close to her whole family and you expect me to push all of that aside. I’m trying baby but, shit it takes time. I didn’t come over here to argue.

ASHLEY

Well I want an answer.

JJBEALL

I’m finished with this, I have stuff to do today, argueing with you is not one of them.

ASHLEY

Well leave. If your not going to answer me then leave.

Jbeall walks out of the room frustrated. Ashley falls back on her bed and cuddles a pillow for security. Jbeall is walking to the back door when he passes the living room andfinds JJsteel sitting on a large pillow sex book laid out and the video tape he found playing. JJsteel is practicing the sex moves he’s learning on the pillow. He is leaned over talking dirty to the pillow.

JJSTEEL

You like that? uuummmm. I want to fuck you doggy style, I want to eat that ass out for hours.

JBEALL

Hey Pat O’brian what are you doing.

Jbeall looks as if he cant take anymore of Jacobs bizarre behavior.

JJSTEEL

Whats up dude.

JBEALL

When your finished talking dirty to Mrs. Pillow, I’m ready to go.

JJSTEEL

Nope I’m staying until I get passed chapter 11.

Jbeall walks up to JJsteel and grabs him by the hair.

JBEALL

Sure Let go man.

JJSTEEL

ok. ok. shit.

JJ and Jbeall exit the house.

JJSTEEL

What’s going on.

JBEALL

She invited me over here to argue.

JJSTEEL

Dude you do need to ditch that bitch, Jax.

JBEALL

I’m gonna fucking kill you if you say one more word.

JJsteel looks at the side of the house, as if he’s fighting back.

INT. -- HIGH SCHOOL CLASSROOM -- AFTERNOON

JBeall and JJsteel are sitting in class. Jbeall is staring at his desk with a look of seep thought on his face, a lady’s voice from the office comes over the intercom.

INTERCOM

I need Jbeall and JJSteel to come to the principles office as soon as possible.

TEACHER

I’ll send them. Guys get going.

Jbeall and JJsteel get out of their desks and make their way outside, they climb the big stair case by the breeze way. Coach Strong is waiting at the top.

STRONG

Gentlemen we have a situation at hand in the principles office. Two detectives are here investigating a rape that occurred at a party Friday night after the game. Apparently some parent heard their kid talking about it on the phone and called it in. The officers don’t know anything except that it might be BST.

He wipes the sweat from his brow.

COACH STRONG

Guys I… We as a team do not need this right now. I don’t care what the hell yall do on your free time as long as it doesn’t come back to make my athletic program look bad. This looks bad. We don’t need a rape case pending on one of our players during the play offs. These referee’s are already coming from Dallas so we don’t need anymore prejudice and malice form them. There is already is gonna be enough. Just shut your mouth and lets wait until the play offs are over…. Please

INT. -- PRINCIPLES OFFICE -- AFTERNOON

Coach Strong, JJsteel, and Jeremy walk into the Principles office. The Principle, two detectives, and BST are sitting around a table.

PRINCIPLE

Good morning gentlemen, have a seat.

Jbeall and JJsteel take a seat at the opposite side of the table. Coach Strong walks up and stands between both of them and puts his hands on each of their shoulders.

PRINCIPLE

The reason I called you in here is because of a rumor of a alleged rape at a party after last Fridays game.

DETECTIVE 1

We received a call from a parent that over heard her son talking about incident involving two unknown people.

DETECTIVE 2

The rapist and the victim.

DETECTIVE 1

The mother might have heard the name Ashley in the conversation. Ring any bells?

STRONG

So yall don’t know anything else besides a rumor, that a possible rape took place, and yall come and pull my players out their class to harass them.

BST

If we’re talking about the Ashley that was at the party, she was all over everybody walking around with her top off trying to get attention.

STRONG

Really, that sounds like alot of girls that are being raised today.

Jbeall grabs the arms of the chair he’s sitting in and squeezes them out of anger. Strong notices his behavior and grabs Jbeall’s shoulder firmly.

DETECTIVE1

So you guys aren’t going to say anything?

JJSTEEL

We didn’t see anything like that.

JBEALL

The house was locked up so nobody could go inside.

DETECTIVE 2

So everybody was outside the entire time.

Jbeall looks emotional and JJsteel stares down at the table.

JBEALL

Yeah everybody.

DETECTIVE 1

Well the accusation was told to us. The witness said that the rape took place inside a bathroom.

STRONG

Well there probably can’t be much said about the credibility behind these acusations.

PRINCIPLE

Sounds to me that some ones mother has a problem with spreading gossip around, if you ask me.

Detective 2 observes Jbeall and JJsteel’s stressful body movements and facial expressions.

DETECTIVE 2

We’ll be in touch.

Detective 2 stairs at Jeremy and JJsteel out of curiosity.

PRINCIPLE

You guys are more then welcome to go back to class.

STRONG

If you don’t mind, I would like to let my boys go back to my office and relax for the rest of the day until it’s time for practice.

PRINCIPLE

I don’t mind at all, anything for that state championship coach.

STRONG

You guys go take a load off.

Jbeall and JJsteel walk out of the office and BST is standing with the two detectives shaking their hands and laughing.

BST

I’m telling you, you get these east Texas girls drunk and they’ll do anything to get attention.

The Detectives laugh and walk away.

BST

You officers take care.

Jbeall and JJsteel walk out of the building and across the cat walk on their way to the back parking lot. The school bell rings and the classes let out for lunch. Students are running to the cafeteria. Jbeall and JJsteel walk over a big hill over looking the student parking lot. They both stop and observe Ashley across the parking lot talking to another guy, Ashley keeps looking back at Jbeall to see if he’s looking.

JJSTEEL

Well that’s obvious, do you think she could try any harder to piss you off.

JBEALL

Yeah, she could have his dick in her mouth.

JJSTEEL

What are you trying to do.

Jbeall stands there with a facial expression of the image of his dick in her mouth.

JJSTEEL

Stop it, your getting that crazy Jbeall look in your eye.

Jax walks up behind Jbeall and grabs his ass.

JBEALL

Hey.

JAX

What are you doing after the game Friday?

JBEALL

That depends on if we win are lose. If we when I’m gonna throw another party. If we loose I’m gonna throw a party probably smaller though.

JAX

It would mean a lot to me and my parents if you stopped by sometime this weekend and hung out.

JEREMY

I’ll think about it.

JAX

It looks like your not the only one Ashley’s after.

Ashley see’s Jax and Jbeall talking then gets upset. She walks away glaring at the two.

EXT. -- INDIAN PRACTICE FIELD -- AFTERNOON

The team is back at practice. Jbeall is out on the practice field being taught a new offence by Strong. Jbeall is lost in space while Strong tries to teach him a new play.

STRONG

Jbeall are you listening? Highland Parks defense is the most complicated defense you will ever go up against, so pay attention. When we run just our basic 48 toss, you are going to have to block down on the end. Their end plays an outside tackle, your not going to worry about hook blocking him, I’m going to need you to crack down on his ear hold every time. If we can eliminate their end then we can worry about their all state linebacker.

JJsteel, Brian, BST, and a few upperclassmen are in a straight line on their knees talking to one another. A goofy looking red neck, Josh, pulls out from his helmet the most terrible picture of his girlfriend and starts bragging about how their getting engaged. BST over hears the conversation and joins in.

JOSH

Yeah we are going to get married.

BST

Did I hear you say you are going to ask this girl to marry you.

JOSH

Yeah, I’m going to ask her in the spring.

BST takes the picture away from him, looks at it then stares him right in the eye’s.

BST

This is the ugliest picture I have ever seen.

BRIAN

BST… Stop

BST

Your gonna marry this pig face bitch.

JOSH

Shut your mouth, you disrespectful son of a bitch.

BST

I have something to confess, I fucked the shit out of her just a few weeks ago.

BST makes several hip thrusting motions while he screams like a pig. Josh grabs the picture back and walks away angry.

BRIAN

You are the biggest ass whole I know.

BST

Come one what is that white trash hill billy is gonna do?

The next thing you know a helmet is slammed against BST’s head. BST is lying on the ground with his ass in the air completely knocked out. Josh is standing over him with the helmet in hand breathing very hard. Coach Strong observes everything from across the field.

STRONG

Its about time you got what you had coming to you. If I had any money in my pockets I would pay him to hit that boy a few more times.

As the team is jogging up the hill to go to the field house Quintilly runs up besides JJSteel and Jbeall.

QUINTILLY

I need yall to hook me up with some of that white girl.

Jbeall looks lost and frustrated.

JBEALL

Why you black guy’s got to be taking our white girls.

QUINTILLY

Not that kind of white girl.. Yayo

JJSteal starts laughing.

JBEALL

Oh shit.

JJSTEEL

Come by our lockers after you get ready.

QUINTILLY

Bet.

Jbeall and JJSteel are getting dressed in the locker room when Quintilly walks up.

QUINTILLY

So what’s up, we going to do it.

JJSTEEL

Here.

JJsteel hands Quintilly a glass vile of cocaine. Quintilly how much bread you need. Jbeall puts on his shirt, then looks at JJsteel.

JJSTEEL

Don’t stress it baby.

QUINTILLY

Straight. I’ll see yall later.

Quintilly shakes JJsteel’s and Jbeall’s hand and walks away.

INT. -- QUINTILLY’S TRUCK -- NIGHT

As Quintilly is driving home, he runs a stop sign right in front of a cop. The police officer turns his lights on and pulls Quintilly over. The officer exits the police car and walks up to the driver side window.

OFFICER

You know why I pulled you over? Give me your license and insurance.

The officer looks over Quintilly’s truck.

OFFICER

This is a very nice truck. How did a black kid like you afford it.

QUINTILLY

What?

OFFICER

Step your ass out of the truck and walk to the back.

The officer pats Quintilly down and reaches into his pocket pulling out the vile of cocaine.

OFFICER

I knew it. Place your hands behind your back.

INT. -COACH STRONG’S HOUSE -- EARLY MORNING

Coach Strong receives a phone call at 3:00am as he lays asleep in the bed next to his wife.

STRONG

Hello.

QUINTILLY

Coach, it’s Quintilly

Strong quickly sits up in bed.

STRONG

What is it Q-tip? Everything alright?

Quintilly looks down at the ground.

QUINTILLY

I’m in jail coach.

EXT. -- POLICE STATION -- NIGHT

Coach Strong is standing is the police department with the county judge. An officer walks Quintilly out of the back of the building were the criminals are held.

STRONG

Everything alright.

QUINTILLY

I know I fucked up coach.

STRONG

I got your truck out of the impound, go home and we will talk about this after the game Saturday.

The arresting officer walks up.

COUNTY JUDGE

Well, I should have known it was you. Your going to drop all charges against Mr. Harmone.

OFFICER

Oh I am!!!

COUNTY JUDGE

What did I just say?

Strong stands there with is arms crossed staring holes through the officer.

JUDGE

If you don’t, I’ll make sure those old sexual harassment charges against you get brought up again.

The officer stares at the judge and Strong with extreme hate.

OFFICER

Fine.

The officer turns around and walks away. Strong and the judge walk outside.

STRONG

I want to thank you again.

JUDGE

You want to thank me? Win Saturday, then we’ll call it even.

INT. -- JESS’S HOUSE -- NIGHT

JJsteel walks into the living room and begins to light the fire place. As he lights the fire a pair of hands begins to rub down his shoulders.

JJSTEEL

God that feels good.

Jess leans her head over his and they begin to kiss as JJsteel turns up the flames in the fire place.

JJSTEEL

You are so sexy.

He begins to place his hands up her shirt then pulls down her bra. Jess leads him to the couch were they begin to dry hump until JJsteel unzips her pants.

JESS

Wait.

She stops him from unzipping her pants all the way.

JJSTEEL

What’s wrong baby I thought tonight would be the night.

JJsteel pulls a condom out of his pocket I brought protection.

JESS

I just don’t feel like it tonight.

JJSTEEL

You never feel like it. I’m starting to think you don’t want to have sex with me.

JESS

Sorry I’m just not ready to get that close with some one. Look there are plenty of other things we can do beside have sex.

Jess grabs his crotch.

JESS

Does that feel better.

JJSTEEL

Your getting closer.

JESS’S MOM

Hey guys. It’s getting chilly in my bedroom I’m just going to warm up by the fire. A little is that alright with you guys.

JJSTEEL

That’s ok. You are not bothering me.

JESS

What?

Jess looks at JJsteel discouragingly. Jess’s mom is wearing a silk pink night gown and her hair is pulled up and into a poof on the top of her head. She is holding a wine glass in her hand that is stained with lipstick. She sits on the couch between her Jess and Steel.

JESS

Mom you are drunk again.

JESS’S MOM

No I’m not. Just trying to feel a little warmer.

JJSTEEL

God Jess show your mom some respect what wrong with you.

JJsteel puts an arm around Jess’s mom.

JJSTEEL

Warming up yet.

JESS’S MOM

Getting there burr.

Jess grabs a remote and turns on the TV.

JESS’S MOM

Maybe I should leave I feel like I’m interrupting.

JJsteel and Jess answer at the same time.

JJSTEEL

No.

JESS

Make yourself comfortable mom.

JESS’S MOM

JJ would you like a glass of wine.

Jess’s mom stands up and grabs hold of the couch to keep from falling over.

JJSTEEL

What year.

JESS’S MOM

Oh it’s just yellow tail.

JJSTEEL

Um.. sounds exquisite. I’ll have some.

INT. -- TOMATO BOWL -- SATURDAY NIGHT

Its Saturday night, the fans are already posted up at the stadium. The Jacksonville Cheerleaders are hanging signs on the fence. On the opposite side of the field the opposing teams cheerleaders are hanging signs that say “class vs. trash”. In front of the Tomato Bowl are several hundred Jacksonville fans are standing around socializing.

Cheerleaders are selling T shirts at the ticket booths There are sold out signs in every window. On the visitor’s side of the Tomato Bowl. There is a line of high dollar vehicles in the parking lot.

A man and a woman at the top of the stands pouring a cup of wine while they sit snuggled under a blanket together. Several high dollar purses are sitting on the bleachers in front of the their trophy wifes.

The refs are standing around laughing with the opposing teams parents and coaches. The Indians are in their locker room, no one is talking and no one is acting up.

INT. -- HOME TEAM LOCKER ROOM -- NIGH

There are players sitting on benches while some players are laying on the ground with towels over their faces. Jbeall is sitting across the locker room from BST. BST is smirking at Jbeall. Coach strong is pacing back and forth in the locker room, looking at the ceiling in deep thought.

COACH STRONG

You have nothing to be nervous about. You guys practice harder and have more character then this team.

Jbeall is staring at the ground while his stomach and mind anticipates the game an intense glare consumes his face. JJsteel is rapping his wrist with athletic tape while one player is sitting in the corner reading the bible. Coach Strong stands at the door with a blank stair of contemplation. Strong then looks at his watch.

STRONG

Ten minutes gentlemen.

The team stands up with out being told. Like trained dogs they starts to put their field armor on. The opposing team is in the opposite locker room going over plays. Coach strong is standing in the middle of the locker room.

STRONG

Take a knee gentlemen. I need not tell you how important this game is. we lose and we go home. We win we are one more step towards state and the majority of yall are one step closer to playing college ball. I can’t tell yall enough, you guys are better then this team, you guy deserve this win more then they do. They will taunt you, they will call yall niggers, white trash. Retaliate with your helmet and shoulder pads and not with your mouth. Knock them on their ass, and then help them up. Break it out on Brian.

Brian stands up and puts his helmet in the air.

BRIAN

123!

The whole team chants.

TEAM

TRIBE!

The team is in a single file line awaiting to exit the locker room. Coach Strong calls the team out.

STRONG

Let’s go.

The team calmly walks out of the locker room with their head in the air. The Jacksonville Indian school band is playing the “Indian Drum Beat” while Jbeall and JJsteel leads the line and the team follows. There are opposing team fans stand outside the locker rooms. The opposing fans are glaring and throwing objects at the Indians.

The team congregates in a large teepee set up over the Indian end zone. Coach Strong is on the side lines putting his head set on. The band continues playing the beat. Despite the band and the fans, the teepee is completely silent and filling with fog from a dry ice machine. Jbeall screams!

JBEALL

What time is it?

TEAM

Game time!

JJSTEEL

What time is it?

TEAM

Game time!

JBEALL

Who’s house?

TEAM

Our house!

JJSTEEL

Who’s house?

TEAM

Our house!

JBEALL

We’re we going?

TEAM

Going back!

The team runs out of the teepee, the cheerleader are in front of the team running, the fans scream the band still plays. The Team meets in the middle of the field on the Fifty yard line then crowds around Jbeall.

INT. -- BOX SEAT AT TOMATO BOWL -- NIGHT

Deuce and Bucky sit in box seats up in the stands with headsets on.

DEUCE

J’ville fans get ready this here is the moment you have been waiting for.

BUCKY

It’s time those rich pricks on the highland side get a taste of what it’s like to dig through a dumpster.

DUECE

Did you see the refs over on the highland side.

BUCKY

Highland has a history of bribing and I’m not to sure about how these Dallas referee’s are going to be calling this game.

DEUCE

All we can do is hope coach Strong doesn't break their nose on a BS call.

BUCKY

Coach Strong has been carried out of a few games kicking and screaming.

DEUCE

Looks like one of the team captains number forty one, Jbeall is getting the team pumped for the kick off.

BUCKY

What ever he is saying to them. He is saying with true conviction.

EXT. -- TOMATO BOWL FIELD -- GAME TIME

JBEALL

Listen up, we are one of the only ten teams left in east Texas 4A football.

TEAM MATE

Tell’em Jbeall!

JBEALL

We have four quarters to finish it. Any of yall have a fucking problem with that, then walk the fuck off my field and go sit in the stands. Hit em in the mouth and put em on their back every fucking play. Everybody ball up your fist and get pissed, it’s time to rock and roll. Break it out TRIBE on three. 1.2.3.

TEAM

Tribe!

The team jogs off the field. Jeremy, JJ, and Brian are the team captains. Both teams walk out on to the field. The ref stands between both team captains.

REF

Highland Park, call it in the air.

The ref flips the quarter.

HIGHLAND PLAYER

Tails.

The quarter lands on heads.

REF

Indians what do you want?

JJSTEEL

We want to kick, and we want to defend the score board.

The ref turns to the Indians side line and motions the Indians to kick off.

STRONG

Defense lets go.

JJ stays on the field while Jbeall and Brian jog off.

The Indians line up for kick off. The ball is kicked. The Indians run down the field. Highland Park catches the ball. The player that catches the ball gets destroyed by an Indian. The players helmet comes flying off. The Indians holds highland for only 5 yards.

Highland park punts the ball. The receiving Indian runs the ball for 15 yards before he is taken down. The center hikes the ball to the quarter back and Jbeall goes down the center of the field for a pass. The linebacker follows Jbeall and holds on to him by the tail of his jersey right in front of a referee. No penalty is called causing the fans to start booing.

The scoreboard now reads, second quarter only 30 seconds left until half time. The Score is 0 to 0. The Indians defense is on their five yard line. Highland hikes the ball and the quarter back quickly passes ball to the running back.

JJSteel throws the tight end on his back. The running back tries to jook JJSteel. JJSteel squats down to give a power hit. The running back ducks his head and runs through JJSteel. JJSteel stands the running back up and drives him back seven yards.

The Indian fans go crazy. The first half runs out of time. Both Teams jog back to the locker rooms. Both teams meet at the exit at the same time. The Indians let the other team walk in first.

OPPOSING TEAM

Let the winners go first.

OPPOSING TEAM

White trash…… Niggers.

The Indians show their class and let the team walk in without saying a word in retaliation. The Indians are in the locker room going over plays for the second half. Coach Carpenter has the offensive line in front of him while he’s drawing plays on the dry erase board. Coach Minyard has the linebackers and the defense line in a circle around him.

Coach Minyard is in a three point football stance showing his players how fast they need to move.

COACH MINYARD

Guys you need to explode of the ball, stop waiting on the other team to come to yall, you guys know what to do, explode off the ball and go attack them damn it.

COACH MINYARD

Now yall get fucking pumped and put them on their ass.

Coach Minyard holds his arm in the air.

MINYARD

Defense. TRIBE on three!

MINYARD

1.2.3.

DEFENSIVE PLAYERS

Tribe!

STRONG

Ok guys listen up, you guys are playing a good game. The score is 0-0. Someone’s going home a loser tonight gentlemen, need I say more.

STRONG

Break it out on Jbeall.

Jbeall raises his arm.

JBEALL

1.2.3.

TEAM

Tribe!

The Indians line up in a single file line again and walks out of the locker room (An aggressive beat starts to play) The Indian fans stand up and start screaming. Some fans are blowing bull horns.

some are using electronic microphones to scream into. There are hundreds of people cheering on the elevated railroad tracks outside the sold out game. Coach Strong stands on the sideline with his head set on. He turns to JBeall.

STRONG

Lets go, twins left 48 fly.

JBeall runs out to the huddle and repeats the play to the quarter back.

QUARTERBACK

Twins left 48 fly.

The huddle breaks and jogs to the line of scrimmage. The center hikes the ball to the quarterback. Jbeall goes out for a 20 yard pass. The quarter back makes a fake hand off to the running back. The full back (Brian) runs out into the flat. The quarter back see’s Jbeall. The quarterback makes a complete pass to JBeall. Jbeall runs 30 yards before he his tackled. The quarter back steps back and throws the ball to Quintilly.

Quintilly catches the ball and runs it in for a touch down. The fans go crazy. The defense is in a huddle. JJSteel calls the defensive play in the huddle. The Huddle breaks. The ball is hiked. The whole defense blitz the quarter back. The quarter back is taken down hard from behind. Coach Minyard is on the sideline.

MINYARD

That’s what I’m talking about, tear his fucking head off.

The opposing quarter back throws a short 5 yard pass. The receiver catches the ball and breaks away for a 65 yard touch down run. The opposing teams head coach is standing on the sideline holding both arms in the air signaling touch down. The opposing team fans will not stand up, they just sit there and clap.

The opposing team kicks off to the Indians. The Indians receive the ball and run it back for an 85 yard touch down.

STRONG

P.A.T… P.A.T.

CARPENTER

Field goal team lets go.

The field goal team runs out on to the field. The ball is hiked. The opposing team’s defense rushes through the line and blocks the field goal. Jbeall is out on the field. Jbeall looks to BST.

JBEALL

God damn it, they give one position and you fuck it up.

BST

Quite you’re bitching, it’s only a point.

Strong turns to the up stairs booth and pushes the control button on his head set.

STRONG

That just fucked us.

STUNNER

I know.

The opposing team has the ball on the Indians 30 yard line. The quarter back drops back, a larger whole opens in the center of the field. The quarter back tucks the ball and makes a runs for it. The quarter back cuts back and forth dodging tackles. The quarter back scores. The field goal team comes out. The ball is hiked. The kicker kicks it right through the up rights.

The score board shows 13-14 opposing team with 45 seconds left in the game. The Indians have the ball on the 50 yard line. The ball is handed off to the running back. The running back hits an open whole between the center and the right guard and breaks away with a spin move. He runs for 30 yards.

The Indian fans go crazy as the team runs down the field to get closer to the new line of scrimmage. The huddle breaks The team runs to the line of scrimmage. There is only 15 seconds left on the clock. The quarter back calls twins right 99 post. The ball is hiked the offensive line bocks everybody, no one gets through. The quarter back throws the ball to an open receiver. The receiver bobbles the ball in the end zone as time starts to slow down.

The clock runs to ZERO and the receiver clearly regains control of the ball takes two steps in the end zone before going out of bounds. The fans go crazy The head ref runs up signaling “no control of the ball”, incomplete pass. The opposing team wins the game.Coach strong runs across the field. Strong and the ref go at it face to face.

STRONG

What the fuck is your problem?

REF

He didn’t have control of the ball before he exited the end zone.

STRONG

I am having you investigated by the UIL.

REF

You can’t prove shit.

STRONG

These boy’s deserve this win, he caught that pass and you fucking damn well know it.

REF

Get over it, its over.

Coach Strong is pulled off the field by the assistant coaches. JBeall stands emotionless then sheds a single tear. JBeall takes off in a dead sprint JBeall blinds sides the ref with a bone crushing tackle. The ref is knocked out by the force of the tackle.

JBeall stands up and casually stares at the refs dead like body and walks off. JJ and Brian walk up beside JBeall and the three walk off the field with the riot of angry fans behind them. The team loads on the bus as quick as possible. Various players have their heads down in depression.

INT. -- TEAM CHARTER BUS -- NIGHT AFTER GAME

Some players are looking out the window with expressions of hopelessness. JBeall goes to get on the bus and Jax walks up behind him then grabs his ass.

JAX

Hey sexy.

JBeall looks at Jax with confusion

JAX

What’s your problem?

JBEALL

What do you think is my problem, we just got our season taken away from us by a chicken shit ref? Do you not care?

JAX

Oh my god are you serious it’s a football game.

JBEALL

It’s a way of life that we have been living for the past 6 years and now it’s gone and your going to stand there and disrespect it.

JAX

I just wanted to tell you that my parents are cooking out tomorrow at the lake all day, it would be nice if you stopped by. There’s not a set time, just stop by whenever. Who knows we might be able to work things out.

JBEALL

I don’t know, I have to go.

JBeall walks on to the bus. Strong is right behind him Strong looks at the bus driver.

STRONG

Lets go.

The bus pulls up to the Indians field house. The team walks inside and throws their bags down in front of each of their lockers. The whole team is sitting down when Coach Strong walks into the locker room

STRONG

I’m sorry guys, I don’t know what I can do to help the pain.

Strong looks at the floor with his hands on his hips.

STRONG

I know I’m going to miss yall seniors, you guys have made this year exciting and will be remembered by me for the rest of my life. You guys have grown close to me through out the years and if any of yall ever need anything in the future, I and the rest of my coaching staff will always be here for you.

Strong looks at his watch.

STRONG

For the underclassmen, off season starts tomorrow. There is never a day off in my program. If I come across a little strange, I usually go through a two week depression every year when my senior players leave me and move on.

Every players eye’s are red from crying while Jake even cries and throw their pads down uncontrollably.

STRONG

I’m sorry guys.

Strong walks out of the locker room. JBeall stands up

JBEALL

I want all senior players to meet at my grandparent’s house. Only senior players are invited…… Be there in an hour.

EXT. -- OUTSIDE BY THE POOL -- NIGHT

JJSteel, JBeall, and Brian are sitting around the pool back at JBeall’s grandparent’s house. There are several coolers full of beer and a table in the middle of the circle with a bong sitting on top.

JBEALL

So what was Jess’s excuse for not coming to the game tonight.

JJSTEEL

She went to the movies with her friend same as last week.

JBEALL

Bullshit what a shame.

JJSTEEL

No really she showed up and watched the whole game.

JBEALL

Good for you.

Jbeall holds up his beer mug. All the seniors start driving up and getting out of their vehicles. Quintilly walks up first.

QUINTILLY

What’s up baby.

Quintilly gives JJSteal, JBeall, and Brian a hug.

QUINTILLY

That was some bull shit.

JBEALL

Yeah.

By that time the whole senior team has arrived.

JBEALL

Everybody grab a beer and lets have a good time.

Everybody is reminiscing and passing the bong around. The pool is calm and you can hear the crickets chirping in the background. JJSteel and Brian are whispering back and forth to each other. JJSteal and Brian turn and look at JBeall JBeall looks back at them.

JBEALL

What? JJSteel we know this is supposed to be a guys night out

BRAIN

Don’t you think it would be a lot more remembered if we had some naked ass’s running around.

JBEALL

No, I planned for this to be a guys night out and what I say goes!

The next thing you know, the music is turned up, and the pool is full of the entire football team with a lot of half naked women running around. Random girls are doing keg stands with no tops on. Coach Carpenter is at the party, he finds a pogo stick and hops all the way across the pool deck and into the shallow end. The entire football team is acting up and the place resembles a party to end all parties. Coach Carpenter pulls himself out of the pool and walks up to JBeall.

CARPENTER

You have to admit JBeall, this is a lot more productive.

JBeall is snorting a line of cocaine off the ass of a cheerleader that is laying across his lap. He then licks the residue off her ass as well. When he lifts his head up, he has cocaine all over his nose.

JBEALL

It’s fucking great, I seriously want to thank you for pulling some strings and having these strippers come and entertain us.

CARPENTER

It’s what I do.

JJSteel snort his off a females ass and lifts his head to.

JJSTEEL

I told you JBeall, I told you.

Brian is sitting right next to JBeall, he abruptly throws up.

BRIAN

I know I’m having the time of my life.

JJSteel looks at Brian with disgust. JBeall picks up the girl he has laid over his lap and jumps into the pool with her. Coach Carpenter Pulls a naked girl walking by him into a bear hug and jumps into the pool with her gasping for air. The next day JBeall wakes up and looks at his watch that reads 4:00pm. He drags himself out of bed and gets dressed.

JBEALL

Ashley what did you want last night?

JBeall calls Ashley back as he’s walking out to his car.

ASHLEY

Hey.

JBEALL

What are you doing?

ASHLEY

Sitting around waiting for you to call me back.

JBEALL

Yea, I just woke up.

ASHLEY

What did yall do last night.

JBEALL

The football team came over and we had a little get together.

ASHLEY

Did you have fun?

JBEALL

Yeah, it was ok.

ASHLEY

What are you doing today.

JBEALL

I was planning on going to Jax’s house to say hi to her and her parents.

ASHLEY

Really! You and her back together?

JBEALL

No. So what are your plans this evening?

ASHLEY

I don’t know, I’m going to eat with my parents in a few minutes. Look I have to go, have fun at Jax’s.

Ashley hangs up on Jbeall. JBeall shakes his head and gets into his car.

INT. -- JJSTEEL’S JAGUAR -- SAME TIME

JJSteel speeds down a road on his way to Jess’s house when Jbeall calls.

JJSTEEL

Jbeall what’s up?

JBEALL

Heading over to Jax.

JJSTEEL

Why are you doing that?

JBEALL

To say hi to the family.

JJSTEEL

Your not going to start screwing with her again are you?

JBEALL

I don’t know, I’ve already had this conversation with you. Right? It’s a possibility.

JJSTEEL

Alright well have fun.

JBEALL

Later.

EXT. -- JAX’S LAKE HOUSE -- DUSK

Jbeall pulls into Jax’s drive way. Jbeall exited the vehicle and walks to the front door. Jbeall knocks on the front door and Jax comes to the door. Jax is looking behind her and laughing at something going on inside the house. Jax turns around and she looks at Jbeall with a quizzical expression as if to suggest she wasn't expecting him.

JAX

Hey. Why are you coming over so late in the day for.

JBEALL

Just woke up. You told me to come over whenever.

JAX

I’ve been out on the lake all day, think I’m bout to take a nap.

JBEALL

Take a nap!!!

A truck pulls in to the driveway. A guy JBeall doesn’t know steps out and walks toward him. The strange guy walks past Jbeall and stands beside jax.

JAX

I think you need to leave.

JBEALL

I need to leave?

Jax looks at the strange guy as if she’s expecting him to by her act.

JAX

You know your not invited to my house anymore.

JBEALL

What?

Jax point to Jbeall’s car.

JAX

You’re a loser to me and my parents. Now go.

Jbeall turns around and smiles at the fact that they are finally over. The Deuce and Buckey show is on. Jbeall gets into his car and drives away.

EXT. -- JESS’S HOUSE -- NIGHT (SAME TIME)

JJsteel pulls into Jess’s driveway He gets out and walks to the front door and knocks at the same time Jbeall is heading fast down the lake roads to get to Ashley’s house No one comes to the door, so JJsteal lets himself into jess’s house.

INT. -JESS’S HOUSE -- NIGHT (SAME TIME)

JJsteel walks into the main entrance hall way Jbeall is cruising down the road with his window down JJsteel walks into the living room to finds no one there. He then travels to the kitchen to find two half full glasses of red wine. Jbeall is driving through town text messaging Ashley Jbeall’s Text: What are you doing?

DEUCE (V.O.)

I just wish our boys in gold and blue get what they want in the long run.

BUCKEY (V.O.)

Somewhere out there I know that our boys are taking care of buisness.

INT. -- JBEALL’S CAR -- NIGHT (SAME TIME)

Jbeall puts the cell phone in his lap then starts shifting gears as he is speeding through town trying to get to Ashley’s house.

INT. -- JESS’S HOUSE -- NIGHT (SAME TIME)

JJsteel see’s a light at the end of the hall way where Jess’s room is and walks to the door. Jbeall receives a text from Ashley. Ashley’s text: Headed back to my house. Where are you at? Jbeall tosses the phone in the passenger seat without replying. JJsteel knocks on the door, no one answers. JJsteel opens the door. The look on JJsteal’s face is priceless.

INT. -- JESS’S ROOM -- NIGHT (SAME TIME)

There are two naked girls on the bed. Jess is one of them. The other girl is laying on her back. Jess is on all fours on top of her. Jess moves her own hair out of her face. Jess signals to JJsteel to join in. JJsteel puts his hands together and thanks God as if his prayers have been answered.

INT. -JESS’S BEDROOM -- NIGHT (SAME TIME)

JJsteel runs across the room dropping his pants. JJsteel jumps onto the bed with Jess and the other naked girl.

INT. -- JBEALL’S CAR -- NIGHT (SAME TIME)

Jbeall is on Ashley’s street. Jbeall pulls off of the side of the road in front of Ashley’s house. Jbeall gets out of the car and waits on Ashley to arrive.

INT. -- JESS’S ROOM -- NIGHT (SAME TIME)

Both girls start kissing JJsteel and feeling on his crotch. JJsteel is on top of both girls. JJsteel is kissing both at the same time. The two girls are pinching JJsteel’s nipples. FADE TO BLACK. Credits begin to role. The ringing from a cell phone comes over the speakers.

EXT. -- ASHLEY’S HOUSE -- NIGHT (SAME TIME)

Ashley pulls into her driveway and gets out by the road. Ashley walks around the vehicle, stops and stairs at Jbeall. Jbeall is leaning against the trunk of his car. Ashley walks over to Jbeall and places her head on his chest and hugs him Ashley lets out a deep breath of air and closes her eye’s. Jbeall stands up away from his car and smiles. Jbeall places his hands on Ashley’s butt and picks her up.

JBEALL

I shouldn't have left you alone that night.

ASHLEY

SSSSHHHHH.

Ashley puts her finger on Jbeall lips and they kiss then pull their faces away and smile.

INT. -- BST’S CAR -- NIGHT (SAME TIME)

BST is driving fast down a county dirt road as he makes a call to Brian.

BRIAN (V.O.)

Hello.

BST

Hey bro, what are you doing?

BRIAN (V.O.)

Working what do you want?

BST

Just wanted to call and tell you that I’m on my way to pick up that new banging hot freshmen. You know the black hair blue eyed one.

BRIAN

Why are you picking her up? She’s like fourteen years old.

BST

BST’s got to break the bitch’s in early.

BRIAN

Good luck on that.

BST

I don’t need luck. I have a bottle of GHB,

BST holds a bottle of a liquid drug in front of him.

BST

This one isn’t going to be able to fight back like the last one did.

BST drops the bottle of GHB.

BST

Shit. Hey man got to go I’ll call you back.

BST leans over to grab the bottle off the floor board. When BST looks up he notices he’s seconds away from hitting an oak tree.

BST

Shit!

BST crashes into the oak tree and flies through the windshield, face first.

EXT. -- HIGH SCHOOL TRACK -- NIGHT (SAME TIME)

Brian is out on the track stretching when he answers his phone.

BRIAN

Hello... BST…

Brian shakes his head and hangs up the phone.

EXT. -- SIDE OF THE ROAD -- NIGHT (SAME TIME)

BST is laid on top of the hood with his eye’s wide open bleeding from his mouth, nose, and eye’s, with shards of glass stuck in his throat. BST is dead. His radio turns itself on.

DEUCE

Well to all the fans of Jacksonville football and especially those seniors... To all those seniors yall keep trucking. You never know what opportunity you might find around the corner. As far as next year, we got it covered.

DEUCE (V.O.)

Well Buckey It’s been one hell of a year. I’m sure going to miss those indians.

BUCKEY (V.0)

I know over the course their years in football they always look back on them as the best years of their life.

DEUCE

This is Deuce and Buckey saying if it ain’t a pair of wranglers on your ass you probably don’t got one.

THE END