Frequency Page #36

PHIRE POWER twirls his arm...

Frank takes a big swing...contact...the ball fouls back

behind the plate. Towards the parking lot. Where among the

old Chevys and Fords sits a brand new MERCEDES. The custom

license plate reads: YAHOO.

CRASH! Frank's foul ball comes down hard. As the Mercedes'

windshield spiderwebs we hear an off-camera scream...

It is Gordo, jumping up, running across the field. From the

parking lot his eyes meet Frank's. An I'M SORRY shrug, and

Frank turns his attention back to the game.

The next pitch is high and outside.

Frank takes a looping swing...driving the ball to the gap in

right center. Frank jogs to first. An easy single.

From first, Frank glances over at the third base coach:

JULIA. Her hair pinned up under a Mets cap, Julia puts two

fingers in her mouth and belts out a loud whistle as...

The next batter steps out of the dugout. It is John

Sullivan.

CLOSE ON:

John as he makes his way to the plate.

Check out his eyes: they're different, he looks like his

father. They've got that Frank Sullivan sparkle.

John steps into the batter's box, c*cks back to wood.

FRANK:

Bring me home, son! Bring me home!

PHIRE POWER uncorks the fastest softball pitch you've ever

seen. John jumps on it. Rips a massive shot to deep center,

way over the fence.

The crew in the stands are on their feet, cheering.

Frank rounds third, John catches up. A double high-five from

Julia and they jog home together. The game is over.

Frank puts his arm around John. Heading for the bleachers.

A little boy totters up to them. Jumping into John's arms.

His name is Frank Jr.

JOHN:

Hey there, Chief.

John gives his son a kiss, glances up at Samantha in the

bleachers. They share a smile. And as they step off the

field, his little boy reaches up, takes John's hat off his

head and puts it on his own...

FRANK JR.

Elvis has left the building...

CLOSE ON:

John's face. In his eyes, bliss.

CUE Bruce Springsteen's: TAKE ME OUT TO THE BALLGAME.

END CREDITS ROLL OVER:

Archival film footage. 1969 World Series. Game Five. The

last pitch. Mets win. Shea stadium erupts. Fans stream

onto the field. Lifting the players on their heads.

The madness continues for a while, then slowly fade to Fifth

Ave. Mets' ticker tape parade. It's a hell of a party.

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