Concrete yard surrounded by a tall fence. A basketball hoop
with a chained net hangs on for dear life from the roof
guttering.
Junior, sweating, puffing, dribbles the ball. He’s got some
skill for a seven year old.
(CONTINUED)
9.
CONTINUED:
JUNIOR
You ready old man?
TYSON
Old man?
Junior laughs, dribbles past Tyson. Shoots. Misses.
TYSON
Man, I remember when I used to call
my old man ‘old’.
Tyson laughs, picks up the ball. Runs to the line.
Tyson dribbles. Not to the best of his abilities.
Junior SLAPS the ball from Tyson’s grasp, then dribbles
towards the line.
Tyson defends, poorly. He lets Junior past in a slick
motion.
Junior puts one for the hoop. Hits it.
JUNIOR
Got ya, dad!
TYSON
Yeah, yeah, nice, nice.
Tyson walks the ball back to the line. Acts disappointed,
but really, he’s proud as punch.
JUNIOR
Whatcha got?
Tyson dribbles to Junior. Fumbles the ball. Junior pounces
on it.
TYSON
Oh come on!
Junior runs back to the line.
JUNIOR
Are you even trying?
TYSON
(innocently )
What are you talking about?
JUNIOR
You’re not even trying!
(CONTINUED)
10.
CONTINUED:
TYSON
Ah, yeah, I am.
Junior, not buying it.
TYSON
Okay, you want me to play my best?
Junior passes the ball to Tyson.
JUNIOR
Yes!
Tyson takes the ball to the line for the restart.
Tyson smacks the ball, sends it FLYING over Juniors head.
Before Junior realizes where the ball is, Tyson regains it,
dribbles for the hoop and SLAM DUNKS it.
Junior watches over. Not all thrilled.
JUNIOR
Okay, I liked it better when you
weren’t doing that.
Tyson throws the ball aside, runs up to Junior and tickles
him.
TYSON
Nawwww, doesn’t Junior want to play
like a big boy?
Junior laughs and laughs until he FARTS.
Tyson backs off. Waves his hand in front of his nose.
Junior drops to the ground in fits of laughter. Tyson laughs
along with him.
End of Chapter Four
EXT. TYSON’S HOME/BACKYARD - NIGHT
Concrete yard surrounded by a tall fence. A basketball hoop
with a chained net hangs on for dear life from the roof
guttering.
Junior, sweating, puffing, dribbles the ball. He’s got some
skill for a seven year old.
(CONTINUED)
9.
CONTINUED:
JUNIOR
You ready old man?
TYSON
Old man?
Junior laughs, dribbles past Tyson. Shoots. Misses.
TYSON
Man, I remember when I used to call
my old man ‘old’.
Tyson laughs, picks up the ball. Runs to the line.
Tyson dribbles. Not to the best of his abilities.
Junior SLAPS the ball from Tyson’s grasp, then dribbles
towards the line.
Tyson defends, poorly. He lets Junior past in a slick
motion.
Junior puts one for the hoop. Hits it.
JUNIOR
Got ya, dad!
TYSON
Yeah, yeah, nice, nice.
Tyson walks the ball back to the line. Acts disappointed,
but really, he’s proud as punch.
JUNIOR
Whatcha got?
Tyson dribbles to Junior. Fumbles the ball. Junior pounces
on it.
TYSON
Oh come on!
Junior runs back to the line.
JUNIOR
Are you even trying?
TYSON
(innocently )
What are you talking about?
JUNIOR
You’re not even trying!
(CONTINUED)
10.
CONTINUED:
TYSON
Ah, yeah, I am.
Junior, not buying it.
TYSON
Okay, you want me to play my best?
Junior passes the ball to Tyson.
JUNIOR
Yes!
Tyson takes the ball to the line for the restart.
Tyson smacks the ball, sends it FLYING over Juniors head.
Before Junior realizes where the ball is, Tyson regains it,
dribbles for the hoop and SLAM DUNKS it.
Junior watches over. Not all thrilled.
JUNIOR
Okay, I liked it better when you
weren’t doing that.
Tyson throws the ball aside, runs up to Junior and tickles
him.
TYSON
Nawwww, doesn’t Junior want to play
like a big boy?
Junior laughs and laughs until he FARTS.
Tyson backs off. Waves his hand in front of his nose.
Junior drops to the ground in fits of laughter. Tyson laughs
along with him.