Jerry Maguire

EARTH FROM SPACE

The blue marble as seen from space. We hear the calm voice

of Jerry Maguire, talking just to us.

JERRY'S VOICE

Airight so this is the world and

there are five billion people on

it. When I was a kid there were

three. It's hard to keep up.

AMERICA FROM SPACE

The great continent through mist and swirling skies.

(Satellites and other pieces of skycasting equipment float

by.)

JERRY'S VOICE

That's better. That's america.

See, America still sets the tone

for the world...

KID ON BASKETBALL COURT

A puberty-ravaged kid dribbles a basketball, stares straight

at us.

JERRY'S VOICE

In Indiana -- Clark Hodd. 13.

The best point guard in the

country. Puberty hasn't been easy.

Discreetly, his hand slips into his pants and scratches.

Girl on a high dive she's poised. A faraway look in her eyes.

JERRY'S VOICE

(continuing)

Becky Farling. You'll see her in

the next Olympics.

She launches her dive into mid-air, into nothingness.

ON TEENAGE GIRL BOXER

throwing punches toward the camera.

_

2.

JERRY'S VOICE

Seattle, Washington. Dallas

Malloy. Went to court to be

allowed to box professionally.

She's 16.

ON A YOUNG BASEBALL PLAYER

at bat.

JERRY'S VOICE

Art Stallings, Indio, California.

Check out what pure joy looks like.

He swats a pitch -- not out of the park, it's much sweeter

than that. He drills it over the first baseman's head, just

out of reach of his glove. Art runs to first, laughing. Pats

the first baseman's butt. Gotcha.

ON GOLDEN BOY QUARTERBACK -- FRANK CUSHMAN

A line of NFL scouts watch a dazzling pass from a future star.

JERRY'S VOICE

In Odessa, Texas, the great Frank

Cushman. Cush is 20.

Quarterback, role model, my

client. He'll probably go number

one in the draft this year.

Cush turns into a closer shot. He's a living magazine cover.

A YOUNG CHAMPIONSHIP GOLFER

eyeing a long but level putt.

JERRY'S VOICE

There's genius everywhere, but

until they turn pro, it's like

popcorn in the pan. Some pop...

The kid misses the shot, whips his club at his coach.

JERRY'S VOICE

(continuing)

... some don't.

Hold on the kid, he's all youthful adrenalin, breathing hard.

Portrait of an intense young competitor.

SMASH CUT TO:

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3.

INT. NFL OWNERS MEETING/PALM DESERT FOUR SEASONS -- DAY

A wall of new NFL merchandise. Television monitors blink

with the latest endorsement films. Into frame moves JERRY

MAGUIRE, 35. He walks briskly and smoothly, yellow legal

tablet in hand, at home in this lobby filled with Athletes

and Sports Team Owners. We hear Herb Alpert's epic

instrumental, "The Lonely Bull."

JERRY'S VOICE

Now I'm the guy you don't usually

see. I'm the one behind the

scenes. I'm the sports agent.

INT. NFL OWNER'S MEETING LOBBY -- MINUTES LATER

Jerry sits in a red leather chair, across from an agitated

General Manager. He cooly works out figures on a yellow

legal tablet.

JERRY:

Easy now, we can spread these

numbers over five years...

JERRY'S VOICE

You know those photos where the

new player holds up the team

jersey and poses with the owner?

Flash of photo

Anonymous Athlete holds up jersey, standing next to Team

Owner. Zoom in on someone's shirt-sleeve on left of frame.

JERRY'S VOICE

(continuing)

That's me on the left.

ON ANONYMOUS NEWPORT BEACH BUILDING

JERRY'S VOICE

Inside that building, that's where

I work. Sports Management

International.

INT. SMI CONFERENCE ROOM -- DAY

The SMI agents are a fierce, happy bunch. They sit in a

carefully appointed conference room.

Sports photos and posters are framed on the walls. The signs

of global marketing are omnipresent. Each agent has a silver

tray containing soft drinks and a glass pitcher of water.

Through the glass window, we see a large office divided up

into many cubicles.

_

4.

JERRY'S VOICE

Thirty-three out of shape agents

guiding the careers of 2,120 of

the most finely-tuned athletes

alive...

Near the end of the table sits Jerry Maguire. The word

"millions" appears often and easily in his conversation.

Shot moves in.

JERRY'S VOICE

(continuing)

... in this economy, sometimes

emotions run a little high.

INT. UNDERGROUND PARKING GARAGE -- HOUSTON -- DAY

An unmarked car pulls into the underground parking facility

of the Houston Police Department. A cluster of chattering

media members move in on the car. ("Baja!!" "Baja, over

here!!") Back doors open, and out steps Jerry Maguire with

huge offensive lineman, BOBBY "BAJA" BRUNARD, 22. He is

angry, and he is handcuffed.

WOMAN REPORTER:

Was the girl 16 or seventeen?

MAN REPORTER:

Were you aiming at anyone when you

fired the shot in the 7/l1?

Jerry whips in between Baja and the taunting media, blocking

him off and forcing him through the glass doors into the

police department. Professional smile in place, Maguire

attempts spin.

JERRY:

Listen, there's no proof of

anything except that this guy is

a sensational athlete.

In the background, we hear baja bellowing insults at the

press.

INT. ATLANTA RED CARPET ROOM -- ANOTHER DAY

Jerry now sits next to a towering white 27 year-old

basketball player with a bad haircut. He is CALVIN NACK.

They are signing a contract in the airport lounge. A little

BOY approaches the player with a basketball trading card.

LITTLE BOY:

Are you Calvin Nack? Could you

sign my card?

_

5.

Nack bends down with a kindly-looking face.

CALVIN NACK:

I'm sorry little fella. I can't

sign that particular brand of

card. I can only sign Pro-Jam

Blue Dot cards.

The Little Boy looks confused. As Calvin Nack turns to grab

an orange juice from a barmaid, Jerry smoothly dishes off a

business card to the little boy.

JERRY'S VOICE

Lately, it's gotten worse.

INT. HOSPITAL BEDROOM -- NIGHT

Hockey Player STEVE REMO, 33, is a big man in a small bed.

He is in traction, with concussion. DOCTOR stands nearby,

shoots Jerry a look of concern. Family is nearby.

DOCTOR:

Do you know your name?

STEVE REMO:

I uh... wait. Wait, here it

comes. I have it. My name is

Steve Remo. I play for the

Blackhawks.

(now on a roll)

You are my son. This pretty lady

is my wife. And you are...

Jerry nods encouragingly, presents his best "familiar" face.

STEVE REMO:

(continuing)

My agent!

JERRY:

Yes!

STEVE REMO:

And I gotta play this weekend,

Doc. If I play in 65% of the

games, I make my bonus.

EXT. HOSPITAL HALLWAY -- NIGHT

Remo's 14 year-old SON (JESSE) confronts Jerry outside the

hospital room. He's a hulking kid, a Pop Warner football

player himself. His voice is in the process of changing.

_

6.

SON:

This is his fourth concussion.

Shouldn't somebody get him to stop?

As he talks, Jerry's cellular phone rings in his bag.

JERRY:

(glib, easy)

Come on -- it'd take a tank to

stop your dad. It would take all

five Super Trooper VR Warriors,

right?

The kid stares at Maguire. It feels as if the kid is peering

into his soul... and all he sees is trash.

SON:

F*** you.

The kid turns and exits in disgust. He leaves Jerry standing

in the hallway. Devastated. Music.

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