Love and Basketball Page #9

SIDRA:

Just thought the girl should know.

Monica is stunned. Sidra saunters to the showers. Shayla

nudges her with her shoulder.

SHAYLA:

Don't even trip. She's just mad cause

she's bow-legged.

INT. USC SUITES - QUINCY'S ROOM - NIGHT

Monica and Quincy lay feet to face on Quincy's twin bed.

Monica's hand holds an ice bag on Quincy's hip. Quincy's arm

rests across an ice bag on Monica's ankle.

QUINCY:

Forget Tonya Randall.

MONICA:

I'm telling you, Coach wishes she was

here instead of me.

QUINCY:

Then prove her wrong.

MONICA:

I don't have it easy like you, alright.

There's no red carpet laid out for me.

QUINCY:

So you're gonna act salty all night?

Quincy's roommate/teammate REGGIE, 18, suddenly pops his head

into the room.

REGGIE:

Yo, dog, we're about to order some wings.

QUINCY:

Nah, thanks.

Reggie shrugs, closes the door. Quincy looks at Monica,

still brooding.

QUINCY (cont'd)

Fine. Don't worry about proving

everybody wrong, okay? You can't handle

the pressure, I'll understand.

MONICA:

That was so weak.

QUINCY:

Who cares if you're never known as the

first girl in the NBA. You'll get more

play behind Quincy McCall's woman anyway.

Monica shoves Quincy's ice bag down his sweat pants. He

leaps up.

QUINCY (cont'd)

Aaaah! Damn, girl!

MONICA:

That's what you get.

He smiles as he pulls the ice. Then looks her up and down.

QUINCY:

So how about a little one-on-one?

MONICA:

What are we playing for?

QUINCY:

Clothes.

MONICA:

What?

Quincy locks the door, sets up his indoor hoop.

QUINCY:

I score, you strip. You score, I drop

something.

Monica looks at him, then cracks up.

MONICA:

Give me the ball.

QUINCY:

My court, I go first.

Quincy grips the ball. Monica crouches low on defense.

Quincy drives past her and slams down a vicious dunk.

QUINCY (cont'd)

Strip.

Monica makes a face, then pulls off her sweatshirt. Quincy

skips back. Monica drops low again. Quincy fakes her out

and slams down another vicious dunk. He laughs.

QUINCY (cont'd)

Where's the "D"?

MONICA:

Kiss my booty.

QUINCY:

Plan to.

Monica glares through her smile, then pulls off her T-shirt,

leaving her in a bra and shorts.

Quincy goes for another dunk, but this time, Monica reaches

out, GRABS HIS DICK. Quincy drops the ball. Monica picks it

up and lays it in.

QUINCY (cont'd)

Hold up...

MONICA:

All's fair in love and basketball.

Strip.

Quincy pulls off his shirt. Monica moves back into position.

Quincy drops down low. Monica fakes, gets him to leave his

feet. She slips under him and scores. She laughs.

MONICA (cont'd)

Too bad you got your mama's height, huh.

Quincy pulls off his sweats, leaving him in just drawers.

Monica takes in the view as she moves back into position.

She holds the ball out, taunting. Quincy pretends to reach

for it, but grabs her breast instead.

QUINCY:

Oh, my bad.

She drives. Quincy just steps out of the way and lets her

score. Monica snatches the ball off the floor.

MONICA:

Yo, where's the "D"?

QUINCY:

Right here.

Monica turns, finds Quincy butt-naked. He moves her against

the wall and kisses her. Monica drops the ball, wraps her

arms around him. She smiles.

MONICA:

I won.

QUINCY:

I wanted you to.

Game over. They hit it.

INT. ESPN STUDIOS

Sportscaster DICK VITALE talks animatedly about the upcoming

season.

DICK VITALE:

It's the start of the new college season

and I'm like a kid in a candy store. Too

many great teams to choose from. You

have your Dukes', Kentuckys', Arkansas',

but my surprise treat this season...

INT. BASKETBALL COURT

Sportscaster ROBIN ROBERTS reports on the upcoming women's

season.

ROBIN ROBERTS:

...USC. The women of Troy made it to the

Sweet Sixteen last year and are returning

four starters from that squad. And many

consider their recruiting class one of

the best in the nation. The highlight of

that class,...

INT. ESPN STUDIOS

DICK VITALE:

...is Quincy McCall, one of my diaper

dandies. He's a real P.T.P., a prime-

time player. Every college in the

country wanted him but he chose to follow

in his father's footsteps and become a

Trojan. He's gonna have a lot on his

shoulders this season...

INT. BASKETBALL COURT

ROBIN ROBERTS:

...but Coach Cheryl Miller feels that if

just one of her freshmen has a breakout

year, they can go all the way. It's a

long season, anything can happen, but one

thing is for sure...

INT. ESPN STUDIOS

DICK VITALE:

It's gonna be awesome, baby!

MONTAGE:

INT. SPORTS ARENA - NIGHT

A hundred flashbulbs pop as Quincy jogs out to center court.

The crowd goes crazy as...

INT. CAMPUS GYM - NIGHT

Monica sits on the bench, watching Sidra run the floor

against UNLV, as...

INT. SPORTS ARENA - NIGHT

Quincy drives to the three-point line against Cal and puts it

up. It drops through the net. He pounds his fist against

the number twenty-two on his chest, nods to Zeke standing

behind the bench, as...

INT. CAMPUS GYM - NIGHT

Coach Miller motions to Monica. She jumps up, pulls off her

sweats. She jogs past Arizona bench and onto the floor,

as...

INT. SPORTS ARENA - NIGHT

Quincy goes up for a dunk against North Carolina. He jams it

down, grips the rim, and pulls his legs up high, as...

INT. KAISER ARENA - NIGHT

Monica catches a long outlet pass. She drops a no-look

bounce pass between two Berkeley defenders, to a teammate who

scores. She jogs back, as...

INT. SPORTS ARENA - NIGHT

Zeke grips Quincy's head proudly, affectionately, as they

walk off the floor after a game against Washington, as...

INT. UNIVERSITY OF CONNECTICUT - GAMPEL PAVILION - NIGHT

Sidra crashes to the floor, immediately grabs at her ankle.

Monica rises off the bench...

CUT TO:

INT. SPORTS BAR - NIGHT

Televisions hang from every corner, broadcasting various

games.

Zeke and Quincy sit at a bar. Quincy is still hyped from his

game.

QUINCY:

...up and under between two defenders,

with the left hand. That's gotta make

SportsCenter.

Zeke just nods as the Bartender/Owner crosses over. He is an

ex-ballplayer named TERRY.

QUINCY (cont'd)

They can't stop me, Pop...

TERRY:

What are you having, Zeke?

ZEKE:

Genuine Draft. And an orange juice for

my kid.

TERRY:

Cross-over's looking good, Quincy. I

know your old man didn't teach you that.

ZEKE:

Didn't need a cross-over to post you up.

Terry laughs as he moves off to fix the drinks. Something is

on Zeke's mind, but before he can speak on it...

QUINCY:

You know, the numbers I'm putting up are

better than any freshman. Some people

are saying I'm a definite lottery pick.

Zeke suddenly focuses.

ZEKE:

What people?

QUINCY:

You know, people.

ZEKE:

Well, tell them to mind their damn

business. You're smart enough to get a

degree.

QUINCY:

I'm also good enough to go pro.

ZEKE:

You know how much higher the play level

is in the NBA? Give yourself time to

develop, Quincy. Get an education. The

NBA ain't going nowhere.

QUINCY:

You came out early.

ZEKE:

Your mom got pregnant and I had to make

choices. You don't have a choice.

QUINCY:

Okay...

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