The Bronze Page #4

---

The kid's got a beer gut.

She was busted when I got her.

Pavleck's suicide f***ed her up.

I had nothing to do with it.

No, you're right.

You've done enough.

I'm gonna take it over from here.

I know what that girl is capable of,

and her run to Toronto isn't over.

Yours is.

No, you can't do that!

I gotta make some calls, Greggory.

I'll BRB.

Yeah, well,

I gotta make some calls, too, Tucker.

I'm gonna talk to your mom. I got you.

Okay.

- Hello?

- Hey, it's me.

Guess who the new team coordinator is.

- Lance "The F***er" Tucker.

- Who?

The guy who popped my cherry.

Oh, don't give him that power, honey.

Remember, you're a gymnast and

your hymen broke without the help of a man.

Fine.

The one who was the first to f*** me.

He said he's gonna

take Maggie away from me

'cause the little c*nt blew her routine.

No. What? Why did she blow her routine?

Because she sucks!

I gotta ask you something.

If someone takes over coaching for me,

I'll still get my money, right?

No. When I spoke to the will trustee

last week, he was very clear.

He said you, and only you, must coach her

until she's done with her campaign

if you want the inheritance.

Sh*t.

Well, what percent of my money

will I get for my work until now?

Do you remember our math sessions

when we did percentages?

Yes. How much frickin' money?

- 0%.

- Sh*t. How sure are you?

100%.

- 0% is how much money?

- Nothing.

F*** me!

What are you doing?

Visualizing a gold medal

made of pizza.

I got it, I got it.

I went to five different stores,

but I got it.

Where the f*** is Lance?

He's not here?

Lance said

he was gonna go talk to my mommy.

Get up. Get your bloated p*ssy in the car!

Are you gonna see Lance?

Do you want to give him the water?

- Gymnastics has been my life.

- Yeah. It's ours.

And when I saw raw talent like that,

I believed...

Jesus. Is that safe?

- Mom!

- Oh, Maggie. Hi, hon. Oh, wow.

Oh, my gosh, are you okay?

Mr. Tucker says

you didn't have the best routine

and that you've been acting silly

and eating bad snacks.

- That doesn't sound like you.

- I just had a little taste.

Mr. Tucker thinks that Maggie would be

better off training with him.

- I do.

- Wait, what?

Well, Mr. Tucker is wrong.

- I want what's best for my little girl.

- I agree.

Lance Tucker is not what's best for her.

I am a gold and silver medalist.

And with all due respect,

and there's very little due,

Hope is a bronze medalist.

First of all, it's men's gymnastics,

which, come on, no one gives a crap about.

Second, I medaled for all of America.

I'm the poster child for miracles.

Please, everybody knows that

after your Achilles, it was game over.

And insult to injury, you got your b*obs,

which threw your balance off.

All false. Does it look like I got b*obs?

I just didn't want to,

I had other things to do.

Well, name one.

Why would I name one

when I can name a million?

Guys. Please, I'm sorry. I just...

Maggie. Maggie, look at me.

You've met my girl, Christa Carpenter,

at the World's, right?

Yeah.

Well, when the time is right, I'm gonna

build her an empire all around her brand.

I Ka-roll-yi like Bela.

I'm her agent, her publicist, her coach.

I'm her cook. I am the pillow

that she sleeps on at night.

Gold. That is what I'm talking about.

You just gotta say yes. What do you say?

To the top.

Hope's my friend.

And I already lost one coach.

Please don't take her from me, too. Don't.

If you let Hope train Maggie,

you'll be throwing your

daughter's career out the window.

I promise you that won't be the case.

Ah...

- I've heard that before.

- You know,

I lost my mother at a very young age.

- I was five-and-a-half months old.

- Oh, I'm so sorry.

Really? This is... Very sad.

And I swear to you, on this mom,

to this mom, that we will get to Toronto.

Just let me initialize

phase two of my plan.

I hear what you're saying.

I have to go with my daughter.

If that's what Maggie wants

and you think you can do it.

- Hey, Janice, we need you back here.

- Oh, frap.

Okay, I'm sorry. I have to go back to work.

- Go scrub them toilets, Mrs. T.

- Uh... I will.

I'll do that, okay.

- I love you, Mom.

- I love you.

All right, let's go. Later, Tucker.

Yeah, hang on there one second. Uh...

Maggie, go to the car.

You can put on my Avril Lavigne CD.

You know you don't have

what it takes to coach her, right?

You don't know me. You never have.

Really?

We all know you're gonna fail her

like you failed yourself.

We were meant to be,

supposed to be

But we lost it, we lost it...

Not only will she kill it at the trials,

she'll kill it in Toronto.

We'll see.

- Uh-uh. No. Get out!

- What?

No-boy rule. That's it. Get the f*** out.

You'll see her in six months.

Absence makes the dick grow harder.

Maggie, get up here. Get up here, now.

Hope, I was just doing what you said.

You better get ready to stop acting like

a loser and start acting like a champion.

You better not have gotten

any clit jizz on my car.

What's with you today, Bradley?

You're jittery. You're all over the place.

Anything wrong?

Soon as I ask...

Hi, sweetie. How'd things work out?

Fine. Still her coach.

What happened with that Lance?

So many questions.

How would you like it if I came home and

fired questions at you after a long day?

"Ooh, hey, Stanny.

How was your mail route?

"Anything happen

when you drop off your letters?

"Ooh, ooh, did you jerk it in your truck

to a Lane Bryant catalog?

"That must be fun."

I would actually like it if you asked me

questions about my day once in a while.

Maybe not in that tone.

Fine, here's a question.

Wake me up tomorrow at 6:00 a.m.

Well, Hopey, that's a statement.

Remember, questions begin

with "what, why, when, how."

Like that. Do you remember?

What is the point of you busting my balls?

When will you realize

that goldfish doesn't know you exist?

Why don't you stop being

so f***ing annoying?

And how about you wake me up tomorrow

at 6:
00 a. m.?

Bradley knows exactly who I am.

And I will wake you up,

but only if you ask me nicely.

I am.

Just whatever I say or do, ignore it,

and wake me up.

Roger that. Just like old times.

Hope, it's 6:
00.

Rise and shine.

Go. You got five minutes.

Before 7:
00? I'm sorry, have we met?

Early bird catches the sperm.

- Uh...

- I got a f***-ton of stuff to do.

And, um, I think you're ready

to be promoted from stewardess.

- Co-pilot?

- Head stewardess.

Great, okay. Moving on up.

Scale of one to 10,

- that was a...

- Yeah.

When you're coming off your giant,

your tuck is getting sloppy

and your legs are separating.

Unless you're catching

spinning air d*cks in there,

I want you to keep 'em closed.

Let me show you something.

Foot in there. Foot in there.

I've never done this.

All right. Again. Same thing.

Yep.

She's liking this bondage sh*t

a little too much.

All right. Go again.

Stay tight!

Now that's f***ing gymnastics.

Go again.

Rate this script:0.0 / 0 votes