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They share a look between them just as -- wham! He finds

himself on the ground looking up at the maniacal smile ofBateman once again. But Bateman winces as he remembers:

BATEMAN:

Sh*t! I forgot about the redshirt thing. This game isconfusing, man...

SHANE:

(weakly)

... remember... red means... stop.

BATEMAN:

Like a street light! Right!

Bateman stands up and holds out his hand to Shane.

SHANE:

Go ahead... I'm just gonna layhere a moment... and collect mythoughts...

Bateman runs off as McGinty steps over and grins down atShane.

McGINTY

Just be glad he's on your side.

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34 EXT. NEXTEL STADIUM - FIELD - CLOSEUP - SIGN - LATER 34

that states:
"SENTRIES TRY-OUTS!" We PULL BACK to

reveal Annabelle sitting behind a cardboard table withclipboard and a boom box before her. She starts the

MUSIC as we see:

--A rhythmless white girl. What she lacks in

coordination, she makes up for in enthusiasm. But the

effect is unnerving, like watching Chelsea Clinton on"Soul Train."

--A short fireplug. Looks like a military girl.

routine comes off more like a threat than a cheer.

Her

--A skittish Chinese girl who smiles gamely. But the

stress builds up before our eyes until she bursts into

tears.

--A thick female bodybuilder who has choreographedposes into her routine. Forget cheerleading. She could

make the team.

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Annabelle's head is buried in her hands, as we hear:

DAWN (O.S.)

Um... hello? Cheerleading lady?

Annabelle slowly looks up to see...

HEATHER AND DAWN.

Two adorable girls dressed in sheer-fitting uniforms.

ANNABELLE:

Oh... hey... hi.... Hi! Welcome!

(checking herclipboard)

You must be... Heather and Dawn?

The girls giggle idiotically and point at each otheras if this somehow clarified things. Annabelle reads

their bios.

ANNABELLE:

You both danced in Cats? Hey,

that's terrific!

HEATHER:

No, we danced at 'P*ssy Cats.'

You know that club next to the

airport?

ANNABELLE:

Oh. So your style of dance wouldbe...

DAWN:

Is lap-dancing a style?

Suddenly we see the Chinese girl get catapulted by theother cheerleaders into the air -- before coming downseveral feet away with a thud! Annabelle calmly turnsback to the girls.

ANNABELLE:

Well, I've seen enough. Suit up!

HEATHER AND DAWN

Yaaaay!

ANNABELLE:

And if you have any friends at theclub who might be interested...

send 'em over.

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laughing as he sees Annabelle trying to put together thisridiculous group. She turns and sees him watching her.

She has to laugh too as we...

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35A INT. CAFETERIA - LATER 35A

An exhausted team of players walk through the lunch line.

Andrea has a virtual mountain of food on his plate and weFOLLOW him as he sits down next to his "little" brother.

JAMAL:

What the hell is this?

He holds up a tiny Chinese spare-rib with disgust.

NIGEL:

Chinese spare ribs.

JAMAL:

They're spare all right.

(to Fumiko)

Yo, Buddha! This is some kinda

moo goo gai pan bullshit or what?

FUMIKO:

I'm Japanese, not Chinese.

JAMAL:

Same difference.

What?

FUMIKO:

JAMAL:

It's all Asian, man.

FUMIKO:

You do know that Japan and Chinaare two different countries,

right?

JAMAL:

Hey, I got an atlas, b*tch.

NIGEL:

Be cool, mates, we're all on the

same team here.

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FRANKLIN:

(passing by with his tray)

The Mick is right.

I'm Welsh.

NIGEL:

JAMAL:

(getting annoyed)

Oh, Jesus Christ...

COCHRAN:

(chiming in)

Praise his glory, Jamal!

That's it!

deaf kid!

JAMAL:

I'm eatin' with the

Jamal takes his tray and leaves.

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as we see Bateman sitting across from Wilkinson. They'reboth eating and staring each other down. Neither one

speaks. Like two big dogs sniffing each other out.

Franklin sits next to them, carrying his football asalways.

FRANKLIN:

Yo, Wilkinson, I remember when youplayed for Minnesota. You were

the mack, man. If you hadn'tbeaten up that cop and gone tojail you woulda been All Pro for

sure.

Wilkinson glares at him as Franklin's smile falls.

FRANKLIN:

I -- I mean allegedly beaten upthat cop. Way I hear it, the onlycrime you were guilty of is beinga black man in a fancy car, right?

Cop started pushing you around soyou put the smack down on hiscandy ass real good. Serves 'im

right?

A long beat.

I'm a cop.

BATEMAN:

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Franklin nods as he takes this in for a moment. Then:

Look!

FRANKLIN:

Bundt cake!

Franklin runs to the dessert table leaving Bateman andWilkinson back to their stare down.

35C NEW ANGLE 35C

as we join Cochran eating across from Shane.

COCHRAN:

... never missed a game incollege... I was an iron man, youhear what I'm saying? Then I

played one game in the pros andblew out my knee. And that was it.

(smiles)

But the Lord blessed me with

another chance. All I want to do

is score a touchdown before I hangup my pads. Just one more chance

to prove I can do it.

(a beat)

You know what I'm saying?

A beat as we CLOSE ON Shane.

Yeah...

SHANE:

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All is quiet as Shane walks to his overturned truck.

The word "SCAB" has been spray-painted in red acrossthe door.

ANNABELLE (O.S.)

Hey...

Shane turns around to find Annabelle unlocking her car.

SHANE:

Hi...

ANNABELLE:

I was watching you. You've got agood release. Strong arm. You'll

do fine.

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Thanks.

SHANE:

ANNABELLE:

Annabelle Farrell.

Shane Falco.

SHANE:

ANNABELLE:

I know. I remember you from the'96 Sugar Bowl.

SHANE:

(muttering)

Didn't anybody have anythingbetter to do that day...?

She smiles and nods towards the truck.

ANNABELLE:

You should get your teammates tohelp you turn it over.

SHANE:

I'll call Triple A later.

C'mon.

ANNABELLE:

(shrugs)

I'll give you a lift...

NEW ANGLE:

Annabelle drives Shane past the strikers as Martel'ssmirk falls to a look of disbelief.

MARTEL:

Son of a b*tch...

36A EXT./INT. ANNABELLE'S CAR - AFTERNOON 36A

Annabelle drives like she approaches everything else inher life: Aggressively. Shane holds onto the door

handle while trying not to look terrified.

ANNABELLE:

Do you mind if I ask you apersonal question?

SHANE:

Do I have a choice?

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