Bull Durham Page #7
- R
- Year:
- 1988
- 108 min
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NUKE:
God, I never thought of that.
ANNIE:
(sweetly)
There is a lot of things you never
thought of, sweetie--now get some
rest for tonight's game.
Nuke rests his head on Annie's shoulder. His eyes are wide
open and full of nervous energy.
CUT TO:
EXT. DURHAM BASEBALL PARK -- DUSK
NUKE ON A PAY PHONE -- In his uniform. Players warming up
in the background as the ground crew prepares the field.
NUKE:
Hello? Dad? This is Ebby.
(beat)
Yeah, I know, I know--you got the
Durham papers yet? Well I been a
little wild...
(defensively)
These hitters down here are better
than the ones in high school ...
(trying to change
subject)
How's Mom? Yeah? Well I am trying
hard... I am bending my
back...you're not coming down'
here to visit just yet, are you?
(beat)
Can I talk to Mom?
CUT TO:
EXT. HOME PLATE -- THE BALLPARK NIGHT
THE MAYOR OF DURHAM AND THE CITY COUNCIL stand at a mike in
front of home plate. 300 LITTLE LEAGUERS in uniform are
lined up along the foul line, restrained by a rope.
VOICE OVER P.A.
Ladies and gentlemen, the Mayor
of Durham, the honorable Mutt
Clark...
THE MAYOR STEPS to the mike. A classic Southern mayor.
MAYOR:
Welcome to the "Atlantic Seaboard
Tobacco Growers City Council Little
League Cash Drop Night"!
As the honorable Mutt Clark drones on--we INTERCUT:
CUT TO:
EXT. THE BULLPEN -- CONTINUOUS
NUKE IS WARMING UP TO PITCH -- Crash and Larry watch him
closely, giving advice. As Nuke delivers--.
CRASH:
Drive off your back leg. You
pitch with your legs as much as
your arms-
NUKE:
I thought I was--
CRASH:
Don't think.
A MANGY DOG EATS FROM A DISH provided by the players. A
couple kids sit with the players.
MILLIE SITS DOWN NEXT TO A PLAYER -- BOBBY, 25.
MILLIE:
Hi, I'm Millie.
BOBBY:
I'm married.
JOSE FASHIONS A SMALL CROSS OUT OF CHICKEN BONES and rubs it
on his bat. Bobby notices this.
BOBBY:
What's that?
JOSE:
Chicken bone cross take the curse
off this bat and bring me hits.
BOBBY:
You a God damn witch?
JOSE:
Yes. A switch hitting witch.
Very common in Puerto Rico.
BOBBY:
Will that work for me?
JOSE:
If you believe in Voodoo.
BOBBY:
I'm 0 for 16! Gimme some of that
sh*t.
BOBBY HOLDS OUT HIS BAT for Jose to rub with the cross.
JOSE:
No, that is not belief. That is
desperation.
BOBBY:
C'mon, God damn it, gimme some!
ALL HEADS TURN,- A HELICOPTER APPEARS ABOVE THE FIELD
CUT TO:
BACK TO THE MAYOR AND CITY COUNCIL -- Hair and hats blowing
from the chopper turbulence.
MAYOR:
...five, four, three, two,
one...let 'er go! One thousand
big ones!
THE HELICOPTER DUMPS HUNDREDS OF DOLLAR BILLS above the field.
The night sky fills with fluttering money THE ROPE IS DROPPED --
THREE HUNDRED LITTLE LEAGUERS charge across the infield to
the falling money, scooping it up wildly, brawling, shoving,
clawing for the cash.
As the money flutters down...
DISSOLVE TO:
EXT. DURHAM BASEBALL STADIUM -- SHORT TIME LATER
CLOSE ON THE ROSIN BAG on the mound. A hand picks it up.
Puffs of rosin "smoke". Nuke is on the mound.
NUKE NERVOUSLY WALKS AROUND THE MOUND -- Just before the
first batter. He picks up the rosin bag. Digs a slot for
his lead foot to land. And CRASH APPROACHES, in full gear,
mask tipped up on his head.
CRASH:
Don't try to strike everybody
out.
(beat)
Strikeouts are boring. They're
Fascist. Throw some ground balls,
it's more Democratic.
CRASH TURNS AND HEADS TO THE PLATE and we hear the beginning
of Nuke's interior monologue.
NUKE (VOICE OVER)
What's this guy know, eh? If
he's so great why's he been in
the minors for ten years? And if
he's so hot how come Annie wants
me instead of him.
CRASH TURNS AROUND HALF WAY TO THE PLATE and returns to the
mound, as if he knows everything Nuke's thinking.
CRASH:
And listen, meat. You don't know
sh*t. If you want to get to the
Show, you'll listen to me. She
only wants you 'cause she can
boss you around, got it?
(beat, complete tone
change)
Relax, have a ball out here.
This game's fun, okay? Fun, God
damn it.
(beat)
And don't squeeze the ball so
tight. It's an egg. Hold it
like an egg.
CRASH SMILES -- And trots back to the plate.
NUKE'S P.O.V. The first batter steps in. Crash gives the
sign for the pitch.
NUKE:
Fun? What's he know about fun?
(beat)
Why's he calling for a curveball?
I wanta bring heat.
CRASH (VOICE OVER)
Shake off the pitch. Throw what
you wanta.
NUKE SHAKES OFF THE PITCH -- Here comes Crash back out to
the mound before Nuke's thrown a pitch.
CRASH:
Why you shaking me off?
NUKE:
announce my presence with
authority.
CRASH:
"To announce your f***ing presence
with authority"? This guy's a
first ball fastball hitter. He's
looking for heat.
NUKE:
But he ain't seen my heat--
CRASH:
Awright, meat, give him your heat.
CRASH RETURNS ONE MORE TIME to behind the plate.
CRASH CROSSES THE PLATE, past the hitter. He speaks to the
opposing leadoff batter.
CRASH:
Fastball.
NUKE (VOICE OVER)
Why's he always call me "Meat"?
I'm the guy driving a Porsche.
NUKE WINDS UP AND DELIVERS -- A fastball.
THE LEADOFF HITTER TEES OFF on the pitch and sends a line
shot over the right field fence.
CLOSE ON BILLBOARD -- "Hit Cow, Win Steak" sign, The home
run hits the cow on a target painted on the cow's rump.
The COW'S MOUTH OPENS AND MOOS.
THE BATTER STANDS AND WATCHES the home run, admiring the
shot, enjoying the moment. CRASH GETS IN HIS FACE instantly--
and gets very tough.
CRASH:
What're you lookin' at?! You're
showing up my pitcher, bush--get
your ass in gear!
THE BATTER TAKES OFF ON A HOME RUN TROT -- Slightly scared.
AND CRASH HEADS TO THE MOUND where Nuke watches the Mooing
Cow and the circling batter with dismay. Crash smiles.
CRASH:
Guy hit the sh*t outta that one,
eh?
NUKE:
Well, I held it like an egg.
CRASH:
An' he scrambled the son of a
b*tch.
(beat)
Having fun yet?
NUKE:
I'm having a blast.
(beat)
God, that sucker teed off on it
just like he knew I was gonna
throw a fastball.
CRASH:
He did know.
NUKE:
How?
CRASH:
I told him.
CRASH SMILES -- Drops the mask, returns behind the plate.
NUKE SIGHS -- Takes a deep breath.
NUKE:
Don't think. Just throw. Don't
think. Just throw.
NUKE'S WINDUP AND DELIVERY -- A fastball. A powerful, clean,
overwhelming fastball. Strike one.
NUKE (VOICE OVER)
God, that was beautiful. What'd
I do?
NUKE WINDS UP AND DELIVERS HIS NEXT PITCH -- A monster. An
Ebby Calvin "Nuke" LaLoosh fastball. Twenty feet wide of
the plate.
THE BULL MASCOT DIVES FOR COVER -- The ball hits the bat
rack. Bats go flying.
CUT TO:
ANNIE IN HER BOX SEAT -- Jackson with the radar gun.
ANNIE:
Oh dear....easy honey...
JACKSON:
Ninety-five miles an hour...
CUT TO:
BACK TO NUKE -- Pacing the mound. Looks In for the sign.
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