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							BULL DURHAM SCRIPT
 


				In baseball, you don't know nothing.

								--Yogi Berra

				Whoever wants to know the heart and 
				mind of America had better learn   
				baseball.

								--Jacques Barzun

				You could look it up.

								--Casey Stengel
 


		Titles over--

		FADE IN:

		A series of still photos.  Black and white.  Ancient.

		BABE RUTH SWINGS -- An icon of American history.  His giant 
		upper body balanced delicately on tiny ankles and feet.  The 
		huge bat in an elegant followthrough...

								DISSOLVE TO:

		TY COBB ROUNDS THIRD -- The most vicious ballplayer of them 
		all, a balletic whirling dervish.

								DISSOLVE TO:

		JACKIE ROBINSON STEALS ROME -- Yogi Berra applies the tag.  
		Too late.

								DISSOLVE TO:

		JOE DIMAGGIO WITH HIS SON in the Yankee clubhouse.  Walking 
		down the runway, Joe in uniform.  Number five.

		PULLBACK REVEALS:

		A WALL COVERED WITH BASEBALL PICTURES behind a small table 
		covered with objects and lit candles.  A baseball, an old 
		baseball card, a broken bat, a rosin bag, a jar of pine tar-- 
		also a peacock feather, a silk shawl, a picture of Isadora 
		Duncan.  Clearly, the arrangement is-- 

		A SHRINE -- And it glows with the candles like some religious 
		altar.

		We hear a woman's voice in a North Carolina accent.

						ANNIE (V.O.)
				I believe in the Church of 
				Baseball.  
					(beat)
				I've tried all the major religions 
				and most of the minor ones--I've 
				worshipped Buddha, Allah, Brahma, 
				Vishnu, Siva, trees, mushrooms, 
				and Isadora Duncan...

		PAN AWAY FROM THE SHRINE across the room.  Late afternoon 
		light spills into the room, across fine old furniture, to a 
		small dressing table.  A WOMAN applies make up.

		ANNIE SAVOY, mid 30's, touches up her face.  Very pretty, 
		knowing, outwardly confident.  Words flow from her Southern 
		lips with ease, but her view of the world crosses Southern, 
		National and International borders.  She's cosmic.

						ANNIE (V.O.  CONT'D)
				I know things.  For instance--
					(beat)
				There are 108 beads in a Catholic 
				rosary.  And--
					(beat)
				There are 108 stitches in a 
				baseball.
					(beat)
				When I learned that, I gave Jesus 
				a chance.
					(beat)
				But it just didn't work out between 
				us   The Lord laid too much guilt 
				on me.  I prefer metaphysics to 
				theology.
					(beat)
				You see, there's no guilt in 
				baseball...and it's never boring.

		ANNIE OPENS A CLOSET DOOR -- Dozens of shoes hang from the 
		door.  She chooses a pair of RED HIGH HEELS, with thin straps.  
		She sits on a bench and

						ANNIE
				Which makes It like sex.
					(beat)
				There's never been a ballplayer 
				slept with me who didn't have the 
				best year of his career.
					(beat)
				Making love is like hitting a 
				baseball--you just got to relax 
				and concentrate.

		ANNIE SLIPS ON THE RED HIGH HEELS -- Smoothing her hands up 
		her calves as she does.

						ANNIE
				Besides, I'd never sleep with a 
				player hitting under .250 unless 
				he had a lot of R.B.I.'s or was a 
				great glove man up the middle.
					(beat)
				A woman's got to have standards.

		SHE HOLDS OUR HER LEGS DISPLAYING THE HEELS, side by side.  
		Like a little girl showing off her new shoes.

						ANNIE
				The young players start off full 
				of enthusiasm and energy but they 
				don't realize that come July and 
				August when the weather is hot 
				it's hard to perform at your peak 
				level.  
					(beat)
				The veterans pace themselves 
				better.  They finish stronger.  
				They're great in September.  
					(beat)
				While I don't believe a woman 
				needs a man to be fulfilled, I do 
				confess an interest in finding 
				the ultimate guy--he'd have that 
				youthful exuberance but the 
				veteran's sense of timing...

		ANNIE STARTS PACKING A HUGE HANDBAG -- With fruit, an official 
		scorebook, binoculars, a radar gun, and lipstick.

						ANNIE
				Y'see there's a certain amount of 
				"life-wisdom" I give these boys.
					(beat)
				I can expand their minds.  
				Sometimes when I've got a 
				ballplayer alone I'll just read 
				Emily Dickinson or Walt Whitman 
				to him.  The guys are so sweet--
				they always stay and listen.
					(beat)
				Of course a guy will listen to 
				anything if he thinks it's 
				foreplay.

		ANNIE TOUCHES PERFUME BEHIND HER EARS and, ever so slightly, 
		in her cleavage.

						ANNIE
				I make then feel confident.  They 
				make me feel safe.  And pretty.

		ANNIE POSES IN FRONT OF THE MIRROR -- She smoothes her dress 
		along her hips.  And puts on a flashy pair of sunglasses.  
		Stylish and slightly mad.

						ANNIE
				what I give them lasts a life-
				time.  What they give me lasts 
				142 games.  Sometimes it seems 
				like a bad trade
					(quickly rebounding)
				but bad trades are part of baseball--
				who can forget Frank Robinson or 
				Milt Pappas, for Godsakes!
					(beat)
				It's a long season and you got to 
				trust it.

		ANNIE STARTS FOR THE DOOR and grabs her baseball glove

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		EXT.  ANNIE'S HOUSE -- DUSK

		A frame house with porch and lots of trees--a Thomas Wolfe 
		house...with a 1959 faded red Volvo in the driveway.

		ANNIE LEAVES ON FOOT, turning onto the sidewalk of a bucolic, 
		old Durham, North Carolina neighborhood.  In the b.g.  other 
		people are heading the same direction ANNIE PULLS A DURHAM 
		BULLS BASEBALL CAP from her handbag and pulls it on her head.

						ANNIE
				I've tried them all--I really 
				have--
					(beat)
				and the only church that truly 
				feeds the soul--day in, day out--
				is the Church of Baseball.

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		EXT.  THE CHURCH -- DURHAM BASEBALL PARK -- DUSK

		Now visible In the late afternoon sun, a rickety old stadium 
		carved into the center of an old Tobacco town.

		People are arriving on foot from all around...

		"Rock Around the Clock" by Bill Haley fills the air.

		CLOSE ON A BASEBALL CLOWN -- MAX PATKIN, 60, at home plate 
		doing his famous Bill Haley routine.- A comic pitcher's windup 
		full of twists and goofy choreography.

						RECORDING OVER P.A.
				One o'clock, two o'clock, three 
				o'clock, rock...Four o'clock, 
				five o'clock, six o'clock rock...

		ANNIE SITS DOWN IN HER PRIVATE BOX SEAT -- Her chair is wiped 
		off by a young black boy, JACKSON, 11, who then sits next to 
		her.  He is her employed errand runner, note sender, and 
		friend.

		A GROUP OF GROUPIES ENTERS THE PARK -- 20 year old girl/women, 
		dressed in tight pants, tight everything.

		Friendly, eager, innocent--THEY WAVE TO ANNIE.

		FIVE PLAYERS' WIVES AND THREE SMALL CHILDREN sit in a special 
		box seat behind a small sign "Players' Wives".

						RECORDING OVER P.A.
				Seven o'clock, eight o'clock, 
				nine o'clock rock...we're gonna 
				rock around the clock tonight

									CUT TO:

		EXT/INT.  THE DURHAM BULL DUGOUT -- NIGHT

		AS MAX PATKIN CONTINUES HIS ROUTINE, PLAYERS WARM UP, AND-

		THE MANAGER, JOE RIGGINS, 45, known merely as SKIP, short 
		for "Skipper", a chaw of tobacco in his cheek, stands with 
		his pitching coach, LARRY HOCKETT late 30's, an ex-big leaguer 
		whose body has seen too many cocktail lounges.

		LARRY ROLLS SOME RED MAN CHEWING TOBACCO into a slab of pink 
		bubble gum, carefully folding the corners, tucking it neatly 
		together.  Larry examines it as they talk-And shoves the 
		giant chaw into his mouth.

						SKIP
				Where's Ebby?

						LARRY
				Ain't he warning up?

						SKIP
					(cynically)
				No.  The guy's professional debut 
				and he forgets about it.

						LARRY
				Better find our bonus baby, eh?

		A PLAYER, DEKE, 25, stuffs a hot dog into his mouth.

						SKIP
				Seen Ebby?

						DEKE
					(mouthful of food)
				Nope.  

		SKIP WHIRLS AND HEADS UP THE TUNNEL into the:

									CUT TO:

		INT.  THE DURHAM CLUBHOUSE -- NIGHT

		SKIP enters, shouting--

						SKIP
				Ebby?!

		CLOSE ON A BARE ASS -- Baseball uniform around the ankles, 
		short t-shirt on top, and on top of that the head of EBBY 
		CALVIN LALOOSH, baseball cap on backwards.  EBBY is a great 
		looking energetic man-child with the endless confidence, 
		naivete and horniness of youth.

		Life is a party.

		A YOUNG WOMAN, MILLIE, 20, half nude, is dressing quickly.

		EBBY WHIRLS as Skip enters.

						SKIP
				Jesus.  Game starts in four 
				minutes!
					(beat)
				Why ain't you warm?!

						EBBY
				I am warm.

						SKIP
				I'm fining you a hundred dollars.  
				Jesus, Ebby, this is your 
				professional debut tonight--you 
				know how many guys out there'd 
				give blood to be in your shoes 
				an' you're leavin' your fastball 
				in the locker room for some piece 
				of ass!

		MILLIE LOOKS OUT FROM BEHIND A BAT RACK -- Outraged.

						MILLIE
				Skip, It's me!  I'm not some quote 
				piece of ass unquote.

						SKIP
				Oh, Millie, jeez, sorry--I didn't 
				recognize ya.  Don't take it 
				personal but if I catch you in 
				here again you're banned from the 
				ballpark.

						MILLIE
				You can't ban me from the ballpark 
				'cause Daddy donated the scoreboard 
				and if you banned me he might 
				take the scoreboard away.

						SKIP
				Whatta we need a scoreboard for?  
				We haven't scored any runs all 
				year
					(tough, to Ebby)
				Get your ass out there.

		As Skip starts to leave.

						EBBY)
				Hey Boss, I got a question.

						SKIP
					(stops, exasperated)
				What?!

						EBBY
				You think I need a nickname?  I 
				think I need a nickname.  The 
				great ones have nicknames-- 
				somethin' like Oil Can or Catfish 

		Skip stares at him.  He can't believe this guy.

						SKIP
				Ya got three minutes.

		SKIP WHIRLS AND HEADS BACK OUT TO THE FIELD -- And Ebby 
		unperturbed, turns his attention back to Millie.

						EBBY
				Got time for another quickie?

						MILLIE
				Jesus, you got a game to pitch!

						EBBY
				But we got three minutes.

		EXT.  THE BALLPARK -- MOMENTS LATER -- NIGHT

									CUT TO:

		MAX PATKIN STILL FLAILING AWAY to "Rock Around the Clock".

						RECORDING
				When the clock strikes two, three, 
				and four and the band slows down 
				we'll yell for more, gonna rock 
				around the clock tonight.  

		ANNIE LOOKS THROUGH HER BINOCULARS -- Studying the players 
		warming up casually on the sidelines as Patkin winds up his 
		act.

		P.O.V.  A LATIN PLAYER playing pepper.

						ANNIE
				Number twenty-two's thighs are 
				just great.  Who's he?

						JACKSON
					(reading the program)
				Jose Galindo.  He hit .314 at 
				Lynchburg last year.

						ANNIE
				Three-fourteen?  Hmmm...  Look't 
				those thighs, Jackson 

		BACK TO MAX PATKIN -- He finishes his routine.

						RECORDING OVER P.A.
				Gonna rock, gonna rock around the 
				clock tonight.

		INT.  PRESS BOX -- NIGHT

									CUT TO:

		A WOMAN ANNOUNCER, MARYLOU, 30, speaks into the P.A.  mike.

						ANNOUNCER
				Let's hear it for Max Patkin--

		Applause as Patkin takes his bows, leaves the field, shakes 
		hands with a the BULL MASCOT LEADING THE APPLAUSE.

						ANNOUNCER
				"The Greatest Show on Dirt"--your 
				own Durham Bulls!

									CUT TO:

		INT.  THE DUGOUT

		CLOSE ON ANOTHER PLAYER -- MICKEY MCFEE, 23, black.  Smoking 
		a cigaret--always smoking a cigaret.  He snuffs out his 
		cigaret and RUNS onto the field with the rest of the team, 
		as-- 

		EBBY ENTERS THE DUGOUT from the runway.  Larry and Skip 
		encourage their players running onto the field.  Ebby is 
		trying to get the zipper on his fly unstuck.  He smiles 
		broadly at Skip and Larry, and grabs his glove.

						EBBY
				I'm there, Skip, I'm ready.

									CUT TO:

		INT.  THE PRESS BOX

		THE RADIO ANNOUNCER, TEDDY CULLINANE, 50, leans into the 
		radio mike of a very small local station.  Next to him is 
		the local SPORTSWRITER, WHITEY SHERRARD, 40.  Between them 
		they've seen a million minor league players come and go.

						WHITEY
				Is this guy LaLoosh worth a hundred 
				grand?  I hear he's a quart low?

						TEDDY THE RADIO MAN
					(covering the mike)
				He's left handed.  Whattya expect?
					(on the air)
				The Bulls are off to a slow start 
				having dropped their first three 
				games, but hope to turn it around 
				tonight with the professional 
				debut of the heralded young left 
				hander, Ebby Calvin LaLoosh.
					(beat)
				Stepping In for the Peninsula 
				White Sox is leadoff hitter Willie 
				Foster

									CUT TO:

		EXT.  THE BALLFIELD -- NIGHT

		ANGLE TO ANNIE'S BOX SEAT -- Millie has joined Annie and 
		Jackson.  Clearly, the younger women look up to Annie for 
		wisdom and insight.

						ANNIE
				--Millie, you've got to stay out 
				of the clubhouse.  It'll just get 
				everybody in trouble.

						MILLIE
				I got lured.

						ANNIE
				You didn't get "lured".  Women 
				never get lured.  They're too 
				strong and powerful for that.  
				Now say it--"I didn't get lured 
				and I will take responsibility 
				for my actions".

						MILLIE
				"I didn't get lured and I will 
				take responsibility for my 
				actions".

						ANNIE
				That's better.
					(to Jackson)
				Got the radar ready?

						JACKSON
				Ready.

		JACKSON AIMS A RADAR GUN at the plate.

		THE PENINSULA WHITE SOX LEADOFF HITTER steps in.

						TEDDY THE RADIO MAN (V.O.)
				The word on LaLoosh is that the 
				good looking young lefty has a 
				major league fastball but sometimes 
				has problems with his control

		EBBY CALVIN LALOOSH WINDS UP and fires.  The pitch sails 
		over the batter's head, over the catcher's head, over the 
		backstop, and CRASHES INTO THE PRESS BOX.

									CUT TO:

		INT.  THE PRESS BOX

		THE ANNOUNCER AND SPORTSWRITER CRASH to the floor as the 
		ball smashes into their booth.

									CUT TO:

		INT.  THE DUGOUT

		SKIP SPITS TOBACCO, mumbles flatly to Larry.

						SKIP
				Little high.

						LARRY
					(shouts to EBBY)
				C'mon big 'un, you're okay...

		ANNIE'S BOX SEAT -- She turns to Jackson.

						JACKSON
				Ninety-five miles an hour.

						ANNIE
				He looks great, just great!

									CUT TO:

		EXT.  THE PITCHER'S MOUND

		THE CATCHER TALKS TO EBBY, trying to calm him down.

						CATCHER
				What the hell was that?!  Lighten 
				up a little.  Awright?

						EBBY,
					(to catcher)
				Hey--what's your name again--I'm 
				bad with names--

						CATCHER
				Ed.  You want me to write it on 
				my chest?  Jesus ...

						EBBY
				Sorry.  Hey, Ed, I got a question.

						CATCHER
				What?

						EBBY
				Who's the beef sitting behind the 
				third base dugout?

						CATCHER
					(slowly)
				That's Annie Savoy.  Nice eh?  
				But that's more woman than you 
				ever dreamed of, Rook.  She could 
				kick your ass and have you for 
				breakfast 

		THE CATCHER RETURNS to the plate.

		INT.  THE PRESS BOX

									CUT TO:

		WHITEY AND TEDDY WARILY CLIMB back to their seats.

						TEDDY
				One ball and no strikes to Willie 
				Foster...

									CUT TO:

		EBBY'S NEXT PITCH HITS FOSTER in the ribs.  He crumples.

									CUT TO:

		ANNIE'S BOX SEAT -- She's writing a note.  She hands it to 
		Jackson.

						ANNIE
				Take this to Ebby in the dugout 
				between innings.

						JACKSON
				What's it say?

						ANNIE
				It says he's not bending his back 
				on his follow-through.

		JACKSON RUNS OFF with the note.  Annie turns to Millie.

						ANNIE
				Well let's get down to it, honey--
				how was he?

						MILLIE
				Well, he fucks like he pitches.  
				Sorta all over the place

		P.O.V.  EBBY LALOOSH FIRES ANOTHER ONE into the stands.  And--

		Hit "Rock Around the Clock"--

											DISSOLVE INTO:

		QUICK MONTAGE OF EBBY'S FIRST GAME -- Strikeouts and wild 
		pitches.  A young, gifted, uncontrollable thrower.

						BILL HALEY AND HIS COMETS
				When the chimes ring five, six 
				and seven--We'll be right in 
				Seventh Heaven, Gonna rock around 
				the clock tonight...

		EBBY UNLEASHES A WILD ONE -- And decks the Bull Mascot.

		EBBY IN THE DUGOUT READS THE NOTE from Annie.

		EBBY STRIKES OUT a Peninsula batter.

		EBBY UNLEASHES ANOTHER WILD ONE and a batter hits the dirt.

		End "Rock Around the Clock" and--

									CUT TO:

		INT.  THE BULL LOCKER ROOM -- NIGHT

		SKIP WALKS THROUGH THE PLAYERS ROOM -- Players are up, joking 
		irreverently.

						JOSE
				Hey Lefty, hold 'em to 12 runs 
				every night, you'll win 20--

						EBBY
					(he might be serious)
				Had 'em all the way.

		A DURHAM PLAYER SITTING HALF DRESSED in front of his locker.  
		A PICTURE OF JESUS hangs amidst his gear.  The player, JIMMY, 
		25, has a Bible and prays softly to himself.

						JIMMY
				Dear Lord, thank you for being 
				with us tonight, thank you for 
				protecting us from injury and--

		DEKE WALKS BY, shaking Jimmy irreverently as he prays.

						DEKE
				Wake up, wake up--

		MICKEY (A BLACK) COMPLAINS TO TONY as they undress.

						MICKEY
				This league is racist, man.

						TONY
				Every time you go 0 for 4 you 
				think the league is racist-face 
				it, Mick, you're an equal 
				opportunity "out".

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		THE MANAGER'S OFFICE -- A tiny cubicle, a desk, phone Larry 
		joins him with the pitching charts.  Skip studies the charts.

						SKIP
				He walked eighteen?!

						LARRY
				It's a league record.

						SKIP
				Struck out eighteen...

						LARRY
				League record.
					(beat)
				And he hit the Radio Announcer, a 
				Sportswriter, and the Bull Mascot 
				twice--also league records--
					(beat)
				Joe, the guy's got some serious 
				shit.

		THE DOOR OPENS -- A PLAYER ENTERS, in street clothes, carrying 
		his suitcases.  CRASH DAVIS, 30, older than the other players.  
		And different.  More than just opinions, he actually has a 
		point of view.  A career minor leaguer, hanging on wherever 
		he can get a job.  Unlike Ebby--Crash knows a lot about the 
		world without baseball.  Also unlike Ebby--he loves baseball 
		desperately.

						LARRY
				Who're you?

		Crash speaks slowly, with a trace of cynicism and pride, 
		like an old warrior who knows he's just a hired gun.

						CRASH
				I am the player to be named later.

		Beat.  Skip looks out, half dressed, from his cubicle.

						SKIP
				Crash Davis?

						CRASH
				The Crash Davis.
					(beat, then nonstop))
				And you, Larry Hockett, should 
				recognize me 'cause five years 
				ago in the Texas League when you 
				were pitching for El Paso and I 
				was hitting cleanup for Shreveport, 
				you hung a curve on an 0-2 pitch 
				of a 3-2 game in bottom of the 
				8th and I tattooed it over the 
				Goodyear Tire sign, beat you 4-3--
				and I got a free wheel alignment 
				from Goodyear.

						LARRY
					(remembering)
				Ohyeah.  I shoulda throwed a 
				slider.  Damn, Crash, how're ya?

						SKIP
				I'm Joe Riggins.  Sit down

						CRASH
				I'm too old for this shit.  Why 
				the hell am I back in "A" ball?

						SKIP
				'Cause of Ebby Calvin LaLoosh.
					(beat)
				The Big Club's got a hundred
				grand in him-

						LARRY
				He's got a million dollar arm and 
				a five cent head.

						SKIP
				--we had the gun on him tonight--
				the last five pitches he threw 
				were faster than the first five.  
				96 miles an hour, 98, 97, 97.  
				97.  (beat) He's got the best 
				young arm I've seen in 30 years.

						LARRY
				But he ain't quite sure which 
				plane he's on, y'know what I 
				mean...

						SKIP
				You been around, you're smart, 
				you're professional, you know 
				what it takes--
					(beat)
				We want you to mature the kid.

						CRASH
				"Mature" ain't a fuckin' verb.

						LARRY
				You go to college or what?

						SKIP
				We want you to room with him on 
				the road and stay on his case all 
				year.
					(beat)
				He can go all the way.

						CRASH
				And where can I go?

						SKIP
				You can keep going to the ballpark 
				and keep gettin' paid to do it.
					(beat)
				Beats hell outta working at Sears.  

						LARRY
				Sears sucks, Crash, I tried it 
				once.  Sold Lady Kenmores--it's 
				nasty, nasty work.

						SKIP
				Even if it's the Carolina League--
				this is a chance to play everyday.

						CRASH
					(angrily)
				You don't want a player, you want 
				a stable pony.  My Triple A 
				contract gets bought out so I can 
				hold the Flavor o' the Month's 
				dick in the bus leagues?!  
					(angrily)
				Fuck this fucking game...  I 
				fuckin' quit.

		CRASH RISES TO LEAVE -- Picks up his luggage, and turns to 
		Skip and Larry before exiting.  A deep breath

						CRASH
				Who we play tomorrow?

		Beat.  They know, they share the inability to quit the game.  
		They're all clinging to the Church of Baseball.

						SKIP
				Winston-Salem.  Batting practice 
				at 4:30.

		CRASH LEAVES and as he does -- Ed (the catcher) enters.

						ED
				You wanted to see me?

						SKIP
				Yeah, Ed, shut the door...

		He does.  Remains standing.  He can see it coming.

						SKIP
				This is the toughest job a manager 
				has, Ed...
					(deep breath)
				But the organization has decided 
				to make a change--we're releasing 
				you from your contract...

		CLOSE ON ED -- Silent.  Motionless.  Empty.

									CUT TO:

		INT.  THE LOCKER ROOM --

		CRASH PUTS HIS BAG IN A LOCKER as other players return from 
		the shower.  Crash watches as EBBY SOAKS HIS ELBOW IN A TUB 
		OF ICE WATER as the sports writer, Whitey, interviews him.

						WHITEY
				How's it feel to get your first 
				professional win?

						EBBY
				It feels "out there".  A major 
				rush.  I mean it doesn't just 
				feel "out there" but it feels out 
				there.

						CRASH
				Hopeless.  Utterly fucking 
				hopeless.

									CUT TO:

		INT.  MAXWELL'S BAR -- LATER THAT NIGHT

		Loud country music in the players' hangout and pickup spot.  
		It's full of players and lots of young women.

		MILLIE SITS DOWN NEXT TO YET ANOTHER PLAYER, TONY, 25-- He's 
		slick, urban, smooth.

						MILLIE
				Hi, I'm Millie.

						TONY
				I'm Tony.  I play left field.

						MILLIE
				I know.

		ANNIE SITS IN THE CORNER at her own table.  Max Patkin,  
		looking spiffy in a turtle neck sweater and double breasted 
		blazer, sits down next to her.  Old friends.

						MAX
				Love the game, Annie, love it
					(dead serious)
				When I die I'm gonna have my ashes 
				sprinkled around a pitcher's mound
				in some ballpark somewhere--
					(beat)
				--and I'll have a few ashes saved 
				for the rosin bag so I'll still 
				be in the game after I'm gone.

						ANNIE
				What a sweet idea-

		A COCKTAIL WAITRESS DELIVERS another round to them.

						ANNIE
				We didn't order this, honey...

						WAITRESS
					(she points)
				He did.

		P.O.V. CRASH DAVIS SITTING ALONE IN THE OTHER CORNER.  HE

		waves, and smiles easily.

						ANNIE
					(to Max)
				Who's that?

						MAX
				Hey--that's Crash Davis.  He's 
				played in more towns than I have.  
				Helluva guy--real different...  I 
				actually saw him read a book 
				without pictures once

						ANNIE
				Really?  Kinda cute...

		ANNIE NODS AT CRASH -- He comes over to her table, greets 
		Max as an old friend, and introduces himself.

						CRASH
				I'm Crash Davis.

						ANNIE
				Annie Savoy.  Wanta dance?

						CRASH
				I don't dance.

						ANNIE
				I don't trust a man who don't 
				dance.  It ain't natural.

		SUDDENLY -- HARD CORE ROCK AND ROLL on the juke box.  Several 
		couples dance, and out of the pack-- 

		EBBY DANCES WITH A GROUPIE -- Spinning and whirling, 
		uninhibited and infectious.  He's suddenly dancing with a 
		different WOMAN, then another, and another...

		ANNIE, CRASH AND MAX WATCH the mad performance.

						MAX
				Who's he dancing with?

						ANNIE
				All of 'em, I think...

		EBBY PUTS ON A ONE MAN SHOW ON THE DANCE FLOOR -- The whole 
		bar stops to watch him, applauding as he spins to a finish.  
		A quirkier "Saturday Night Fever" show.  More naive, fun.  
		He climbs off the floor and joins Annie's table.

						EBBY
				Thanks for the note--you're right, 
				I wasn't bending my back.

						ANNIE
				You got a live arm there.

		He extends his hand to introduce himself.

						EBBY
				Ebby Calvin LaLoosh.

						ANNIE
				You need a nickname.

						EBBY
				That's what I been telling 
				everybody!  Wanta dance?

						CRASH
				She's dancing with me.

						ANNIE
				Crash, I didn't think you--

						CRASH
				I'll learn.  C'mon--

						EBBY
				Just a minute, pal 

		The two men square off quickly.  Annie mocks them.

						ANNIE
				You boys gonna fight over little 
				me?

		CRASH RISES, pulling Annie with him.  But--

		EBBY STANDS to challenge Crash.

						EBBY
				Step outside, pal.

						CRASH
				Love to--

						ANNIE
				Oh don't be such guys--

		But Crash and Ebby head outside.  She turns to Max--

						ANNIE
				Hell, Max, wanta dance?

									CUT TO:

		EXT.  THE PARKING LOT -- NIGHT

		A circle is formed.  Everybody gathers.  Millie clings to 
		Tony, her guy of the moment.  Crash and Ebby face off.

						CRASH
				I don't believe in fighting.

						EBBY
				Pussy.

						CRASH
				Take the first shot at me.

						EBBY
				I ain't hitting a man first.

						CRASH
				Hit me in the chest with this...

		CRASH PULLS A BASEBALL from his jacket pocket, tosses it to 
		Ebby.

						EBBY
				I'd kill ya.

						CRASH
				From what I hear you couldn't hit 
				a bull in the ass with a slingshot

						EBBY
				Don't try me.

						CRASH
				Throw it.  C'mon, right in the 
				chest.

						EBBY
				No way.

						CRASH
				C'mon, Meat.  You can't hit me 
				'cause you're starting to think 
				about it already, you're starting 
				to think how embarrassing it'll 
				be to miss, how all these people 
				would laugh.
					(teasing mercilessly)
				C'mon, Rook--show me that million 
				dollar arm 'cause I'm getting a 
				good idea about the five cent 
				head--

		EBBY REARS BACK AND FIRES THE BALL -- From ten feet away, 
		right at Crash's chest.  But, alas-- 

		THE BALL GOES THROUGH A SECOND STORY WINDOW in the distance.  
		Crash never blinks.

						CRASH
				Ba11 four.

		EBBY IS ENRAGED -- HE CHARGES CRASH, lunging at him.

						EBBY
				Who the fuck are you?!

		CRASH LASHES OUT A SHORT LEFT -- With lightning speed, 
		effortless.  And brutal.  BANG!  Ebby goes down.  And stays 
		there stunned.  He looks up.

						CRASH
				I'm Crash Davis.  Your new catcher.  
				And you just got Lesson Number 
				One--"Don't think--it can only 
				hurt the ballclub". 
					(beat)
				Buy ya a drink?

									CUT TO:

		INT.  THE CLUB -- NIGHT

		ANNIE AND MAX DANCE to Billy Eckstein on the juke box.  Millie 
		and Tony are also on the dance floor.

						ECKSTEIN (ON JUKE BOX)
				April in Paris, chestnuts in 
				blossom, Holiday tables under the 
				tree...

		EBBY AND CRASH WATCH FROM THE CORNER TABLE -- Ebby's right 
		eye is blackened.  He holds a drink on it.

						EBBY
				We fight, she gets the clown--
				how's that happen?

						CRASH
				Shut up--I like this song...
					(sings along)
				April in Paris, this is a feeling, 
				No one can ever reprieve...

						EBBY
				She's playing with my mind.

						CRASH
				It's a damn easy thing to play 
				with.

		ANNIE SUDDENLY APPEARS at the table.

						ANNIE
				Well--you boys stopped fighting 
				yet?  Are you pals now?  Good.  I 
				love a little macho male bonding-- 
				I think it's sweet even if it's 
				probably latent homosexuality 
				being "re-channeled" but I believe 
				in "re-channeling" so who cares, 
				right?
					(beat)
				Shall we go to my place?

						EBBY
				Which one of us?

						ANNIE
				Oh both of you, of course...

		CLOSE ON EBBY -- His eyes full of fear and wonder.

		CLOSE ON CRASH -- He smiles.

		THE THREE OF THEM LEAVE the bar together.

									CUT TO:

		INT.  ANNIE'S LIVING ROOM -- NIGHT

		THE SHRINE OF BASEBALL GLOWS -- Annie lights the candles.

		EBBY AND CRASH SIT ON OPPOSITE ENDS OF HER COUCH -- Both men 
		look around the room with wonder.  Ebby is clearly more 
		nervous than Crash, who's been in some strange rooms in his 
		minor league career.

						ANNIE
				These are the ground rules.
					(beat)
				I hook up with one guy a season--
				I mean it takes me a couple of 
				weeks to pick the guy--kinda my 
				own spring training...
					(beat)
				And, well, you two are the most 
				promising prospects of the season 
				so far.
					(beat)
				So...  I thought we should get to 
				know each other.

						CRASH
				Why do you get to choose?  Why 
				don't I get to choose?

						ANNIE
				Actually none of us on this planet 
				ever really choose each other.  
				It's all Quantum Physics and 
				molecular attraction.  There are 
				laws we don't understand that 
				bring us together and break us 
				apart.

						EBBY
				Is somebody gonna go to bed with 
				somebody or what?

						ANNIE
				You're a regular nuclear meltdown, 
				honey--slow down.

		Crash rises to leave, and heads for the door.

						CRASH
				After 12 years in the minor 
				leagues, I don't tryout.  Besides--
				I don't believe in, Quantum Physics 
				when it comes to matters of the 
				heart...or loins.

						ANNIE
					(challenging him)
				What do you believe in?

		Crash at the door.  Annie's question is slightly taunting.  
		He stops, and speaks with both aloofness and passion:

						CRASH
				I believe in the soul, the cock, 
				the pussy, the small of a woman's 
				back, the hanging curve ball, 
				high fiber, good scotch, long 
				foreplay, show tunes, and that 
				the novels of Thomas Pynchon are 
				self-indulgent, overrated crap.
					(beat)
				I believe that Lee Harvey Oswald 
				acted alone, I believe that there  
				oughtta be a constitutional 
				amendment outlawing astro-turf 
				and the designated hitter, I 
				believe in the "sweet spot", voting 
				every election, soft core 
				pornography, chocolate chip 
				cookies, opening your presents on 
				Christmas morning rather than 
				Christmas eve, and I believe in 
				long, slow, deep, soft, wet kisses 
				that last for 7 days.

						ANNIE
					(breathless)
				Oh my...
					(softly)
				Don't leave...

						CRASH
				G'night.

		Crash heads out into the night.  Annie hurries to the-door 
		while Ebby sits on the couch, bewildered.

						EBBY
				Hey--what's all this molecule 
				stuff?

		ANNIE STANDS IN THE DOORWAY -- Crash is on the porch.

						ANNIE
				Wait, Crash--don't go--all I want 
				is a date.  I'm not gonna fall in 
				love with you or nothin'.

						CRASH
				I'm not interested in a woman 
				who's interested in that boy.

						ANNIE
				I'm not interested yet.

		Ebby appears in the door.

						EBBY
				Who you calling a "boy"?

						CRASH
				See ya at the yard, Meat.

		Crash walks out into the Durham night.  Ebby and Annie stand 
		in the doorway.  She speaks softly to Ebby.  

						ANNIE
				No ballplayer ever said "no" to a 
				date with me.

						EBBY
				Well shit, then, let's fuck.

									CUT TO:

		INT.  ANNIE'S BEDROOM -- MOMENTS LATER

		ANNIE PUTS ON A RECORD -- Edith Piaf sings "Le Trois Cloches".

		EBBY STARTS UNDRESSING across the room.

						ANNIE
				Wait, honey, slow down--I want to 
				watch.

		She sits in a chair.  Piaf sings.  Ebby practically rips his 
		shirt off, exposing a great upper body.

						ANNIE
				No, no, no.  Put it back on and 
				take it off slowly.

						EBBY
				Jesus, what kinda broad are you?

						ANNIE
				When you know how to make love, 
				you'll know how to pitch.
					(turning to the stereo)
				Shh.  I love this part.

		Piaf sings.  Annie listens.  Ebby re-buttons, then unbuttons 
		his shirt.  It drops, revealing his back.

						ANNIE
				Oh my--what a nice back.

		Ebby drops his pants.

						ANNIE
				No, no, honey...  first the shoes 
				and socks.

						EBBY
				The socks?  It's cold in here.

						ANNIE
					(sweetly, unthreatening)
				You think Dwight Gooden leaves 
				his socks on?

		Ebby considers this.  Pulls his pants back up.  Takes his 
		socks off.  Then his pants.

						ANNIE
				Ebby honey have you ever been 
				handcuffed in bed?

									CUT TO:

		EXT.  DOWNTOWN DURHAM -- NIGHT

		Deserted streets of the old tobacco town.  Crash walks alone.  
		He picks up an old newspaper out of a trash can.  He stops 
		in front of  a store window.  He rolls the newspaper like a 
		short bat.  He takes a batting stance, and--

		CRASH TAKES HIS BATTING STANCE in front of the window, 
		studying his reflection.  He taken a "swing".  And another.

		A GROUP OF OLD BLACK MEN stand in a doorway, watching.

									CUT TO:

		INT.  ANNIE'S BEDROOM -'CONTINUOUS NIGHT

		CLICK -- A handcuff is locked onto Ebby's wrist.  Both his 
		arms are outstretched--he's getting very excited.

						EBBY
				Awright!  I read about stuff like 
				this.  Bring it on!

		Annie calmly drags a chair over and sits down.

						ANNIE
				Sweetie, have you ever heard of 
				Walt Whitman?

						EBBY
				Who's he play for?

						ANNIE
				Well, he sort of pitches for the 
				Cosmic All-Stars.

						EBBY
				Never heard of 'em.

		Annie opens a book and begins reading as Piaf sings softly.

						ANNIE
				Good--then listen.
					(reading)
				"I sing the body electric.  The 
				armies of those I love engirth me 
				and I engirth them--"

						EBBY
				We gonna fuck or what?

						ANNIE
				Shh, shh...
					(reading)
				"They will not let me off till I 
				go with them, respond to them, 
				and discorrupt them and charge 
				them"

								DISSOLVE TO:

		SAME SCENE -- LATER

						ANNIE
				"Limitless limpid jets of love 
				hot and enormous -- quivering 
				jelly of love, white blow and 
				delirious juice--

		CLOSE ON EBBY'S FACE -- Intrigued, aroused, frightened.

									CUT TO:

		EXT.  DOWNTOWN DURHAM -- NIGHT

		THE OLD BLACK MAN is tossing wadded up balls of paper at 
		Crash who takes beautiful, fluid swings with the rolled up 
		newspaper.  Batting practice.

		CLOSE ON CRASH'S EYES -- Studying the "pitches" with intense 
		concentration, endlessly working on his game.

									CUT TO:

		EXT.  THE DURHAM FIELD -- NEXT DAY

		LARRY, DEKE, MICKEY AND BOBBY ARE SINGING at home plate as a 
		pre-game show.  Larry is Diana Ross, the other three are the 
		Supremes, and the routine is brilliantly tacky.

						LARRY (AND THE SUPREMES)
				Baby love, oh oh, baby love, I 
				need ya oh how I need ya, All ya 
				do is treat me bad, Take my heart 
				and leave me sad...

									CUT TO:

		INT.  DURHAM BULLS LOCKER ROOM -- DAY

		JIMMY STANDS ON A BENCH trying to get the players' attention.

						JIMMY
				Listen up, guys, could I have 
				your attention a minute?
					(a few heads turn)
				I'm going to be leading a daily 
				chapel service at three In the 
				afternoons here in the locker 
				room and you're all invited to 
				drop by and worship before batting 
				practice.

						BOBBY
				Jimmy, God damn it--loosen up and 
				get laid.

		BOBBY, 25, smooths the creases of his uniform, preening.

						JIMMY
				I don't care If you think I'm 
				square but I believe what I 
				believe.

		All heads turn as:

		EBBY ENTERS THE LOCKER ROOM -- He looks trashed.

						BOBBY
				Jesus, Ebby, what truck ran over 
				you?

						EBBY
					(glassy eyed)
				Call me "Nuke".  Annie said it's 
				my new nickname.

		Lots of teasing from around the clubhouse.

						DEKE
				Annie nailed you?  That's great, 
				means you're gonna have a helluva 
				year.  Does she fuck as good as 
				they say?

						EBBY
				We didn't do it, man--she read 
				poetry to me all night, I swear.  
				It's more tiring than fucking.

		EBBY GOES TO HIS LOCKER and starts undressing.  Crash sits 
		next to him, looking straight ahead.  Bobby nearby.

						EBBY
				--of love"...hey, Crash, does 
				that mean what I think it means?  
				What's the deal here?

		Crash studies Ebby.

						CRASH
				Your shower shoes have fungus on 
				'em.  You'll never get to the 
				Bigs with fungus on your shower 
				shoes.
					(beat)
				Think classy and you'll be classy.  
				If you win 20 in the Show you can 
				let the fungus grow back on your 
				shower shoes and the press'll 
				think you're colorful.
					(beat)
				Until you win twenty in the Show, 
				however, it means you're a slob.

		CRASH RISES AND HEADS OUT to the field.  Ebby sits silently, 
		holding his shower shoes, taking it all in.

									CUT TO:

		EXT.  DURHAM BALLPARK -- GAME IN PROGRESS -- DAY

		IN THE DUGOUT -- THE GAME FROM A DUGOUT P.O.V.  The players 
		sit, stand, stir restlessly.  A combination of relaxation 
		and intensity not visible from the stands.

		CRASH IS HANDED HIS BAT and helmet by the bat boy.

						DEKE
				This guy's bringing some serious 
				smoke out there.

		DUGOUT P.O.V. THE WINSTON-SALEM PITCHER throwing hard.

						CRASH
				He ain't got shit.

		FOLLOW CRASH INTO THE ON-DECK CIRCLE -- The ritual.  The bat 
		boy hands him the pine tar rag and he rubs pine tar on the 
		bat with great care.

		CRASH RISES -- Heads to the plate.  Talking to himself.

						CRASH
				You ain't getting that cheese by 
				me, meat.

		CRASH TAKES HIS STANCE -- Upright.  Calm.  Head still.

						CRASH (VOICE OVER)
				Look for the fastball up.  He's 
				gotta come with the cheese.  Relax.  
				Relax.  Quick bat.  Pop the 
				clubhead.  Open the hips.  Relax.  
				You're thinking too much.  Get 
				outta your fuckin' head, Crash.

		CLOSE ON CRASH'S FACE -- His eyes intensely focused.

		CRASH'S P.O.V. THE PITCHER -- Starts his windup.

						CRASH (VOICE OVER)
				Get on top of the ball.  Quick 
				bat.  Don't let him in your kitchen--

		THE PITCHER DELIVERS -- Crash strides.  Curveball.

		Crash swings and misses, offstride.  Strike one.

		CRASH QUICKLY STEPS OUT OF THE BOX and picks up dirt.  Rubs 
		it on his hands.  He's pissed.

						CRASH (VOICE OVER)
				You stupid fuck, Crash.  What're 
				you swinging at a breaking ball 
				for?  Why's he starting me off 
				with a hammer?  Fuck me.  
					(more dirt)
				You're okay.  Stay back.  Stay 
				back, you dumb fuck.  Wait.  Wait.

		P.O.V. THE PITCHER'S NEXT DELIVERY -- CURVE BALL AWAY.

		CRASH STRIDES INTO THE PITCH -- Lashes a line drive down the 
		first base line.  Just foul.

		Crash has started to first.  Pulls up.  Returns slowly to 
		the plate.  Picks up his bat.

						CRASH
				Throw that shit again, meat.  
				Throw that weak ass shit.  
					(beat)
				Now he's gotta try to slip the 
				cheese by me.  one and one.

		You're on top.  Now bring me the gas--

		--P.O.V.  PITCHER'S THIRD DELIVERY -- High and tight.  Right 
		at Crash's head.  The ball seems to accelerate.  About to 
		explode his skull.  For a moment--THE FEAR OF DEATH...

		CRASH HITS THE DIRT -- It just misses his head.

		CRASH CLIMBS OUT OF THE DIRT -- Brushes himself off.

						CRASH (VOICE OVER)
				This son of a bitch throws hard.
					(beat)
				Annie, Annie, Annie--who is this 
				Annie?
					(catching himself)
				Jesus, get outta the box you idiot, 
				where's your head?  Get the broad 
				outta your head.

		CRASH HOLDS UP HIS HAND to the ump.

						CRASH
				Time out.

						UMP
				Time out!

		CRASH STEPS OUT OF THE BOX -- Motions to the bat boy for the 
		pine tar rag.  The boy brings it over.  Crash re-applies it 
		to his bat.

						BAT BOY
				Get a hit, Crash.

						CRASH
				Shut up.

		CRASH WALKS BACK TO THE BOX -- Talking to himself.

						CRASH
				Awright, awright.  You've seen 
				all his pitches.  Two and one.  
				Relax.  Wait.  Quick bat.  You 
				can hit this shit--

		CRASH IN THE BATTER'S BOX -- Digs in-again.  Takes his stance.  
		Upright.  Relaxed.  Ready.

						CRASH (VOICE OVER)
				Shorten up.  Bring the gas...  Be 
				quick--be quick--yeah, yeah...

									CUT TO:

		ANNIE AND JACKSON IN THE STANDS -- She's writing a note 
		quickly, and hands it to Jackson, who hurries off.

									CUT TO:

		CRASH'S P.O.V. THE PITCHER'S NEXT PITCH -- A major league 
		fastball.  It explodes to the plate.  Crash swings.  And 
		misses.  Strike Three.

		CRASH WALKS BACK TO THE DUGOUT -- Head high, no show of 
		emotion.  Almost proud.  An old Warrior, not giving an inch 
		even in defeat.

		HE RE-ENTERS THE DUGOUT -- Sits down and starts putting the 
		catcher's gear back on.  Deke leans over.

						DEKE
				Serious heat, eh?

						CRASH
				He ain't got shit.

		THE BATBOY TAKES THE NOTE FROM JACKSON -- And hands it to 
		Crash, who refuses to accept it, being busy putting his gear 
		on.

						BAT BOY
				From Annie.

						CRASH
				Read it.

						BAT BOY
				Dear Crash.  You have a lovely 
				swing but you're pulling your 
				hips out too early.  I'd be happy 
				to meet you at the Batting Cage 
				tomorrow to discuss it.  Signed, 
				Annie.

						DEKE
				Well if there's one chick'd know 
				when you're pulling your hips out 
				early, Annie's the one.

		Crash doesn't seem too amused.  He grabs the note, and the 
		pen hanging from the starting lineup card taped to the dugout 
		wall.  He scrawls a quick note.

									CUT TO:

		ANNIE'S PRIVATE BOX -- She's watching the players through 
		binoculars as Jackson returns with the note.

						ANNIE
					(looking through the 
					glasses)
				What'd he say?

		Jackson looks at the note uneasily, then reads--

						JACKSON
				It says..."I want to-make...  
				love to you.  Crash".

		ANNIE PUTS DOWN THE GLASSES -- Takes the note.

						ANNIE
				Oh my...

									CUT TO:

		EXT.  A LOCAL BATTING CAGE DAY

		ANNIE DIGS IN AT THE PLATE -- Bat in hand.  Crash a few feet 
		away.  Annie spits on her hands, wear batting glove, pumps 
		the bat back and forth.  

		THE MECHANICAL PITCHING MACHINE DELIVERS -- Kawoosh. 

		ANNIE SWINGS -- Lashes out a line drive.  Crash smiles.

						ANNIE
				See my hips?

						CRASH
				Yep.

						ANNIE
				I think Thomas Pynchon's a genius.

						CRASH
				When you're hitting you shouldn't 
				think about anything but hitting.  
					(beat)
				But you shouldn't think about it 
				too much.  The trick is to use 
				your brain to not use your brain.

						ANNIE
				But you were pulling your hips 
				last night.

						CRASH
				So...Wanta make love?

		ANNIE SWINGS AND MISSES the next pitch.

						ANNIE
				I'm committed to Nuke for the 
				season.  You had your chance the 
				other night.

						CRASH
				What'you see in that guy--he's 
				dim, pretty boy.  a young, wild,

						ANNIE
				Young men are uncomplicated.
					(Crash mutters)
				And he's not "dim".  He's just 
				inexperienced.  My job is to give 
				him "life-wisdom" and help him 
				make it to the major leagues.

						CRASH
				That's my job too.

		ANNIE SWINGS AND MISSES another pitch.

						ANNIE
				Damn.

						CRASH
				You're pulling your hips out.

						ANNIE
				But they're nice hips.
					(beat)
				I looked up your records-- You've 
				hit 227 home runs in the minors.  
				That's great!

		ANNIE FOULS ONE OFF and digs in gamely.

						CRASH
				Don't tell anybody.

						ANNIE
				Why not?  If you hit twenty homers 
				this year you'll be the all time 
				minor league champ!  The record's

						CRASH
				247 home runs in the minors would 
				be a dubious honor, if ya think 
				about it.

						ANNIE
				Oh no, I think it'd be great!  
				The Sporting News should know 
				about it.

						CRASH
				No.  Please.

		ANNIE SWINGS AND MISSES another one.

						ANNIE
				Damn.

						CRASH
				Let me.

		CRASH STEPS IN TO HIT -- He takes his familiar stance.  The 
		pitch comes.  Crash drills it.

						CRASH
				Your place or mine?

						ANNIE
				Despite my love of weird 
				metaphysics and my rejection of 
				most Judao-Christian ethics, I 
				am, within the framework of a 
				baseball season, monogamous.

						CRASH
				Fact is you're afraid of meeting 
				a guy like me 'cause It might be 
				real so you sabotage it with some 
				bullshit about commitment to a 
				young boy you
				can boss around--
					(whack--a line drive)
				Great deal.  You get to write 
				self- indulgent little poems all 
				winter about how hard it is to 
				find a man even though you just 
				sent him packing-
					(whack--a line drive)
				So what do you really want?  You 
				wanta be a tragic woman figure 
				wallowing in the bullshit of magic?
					(whack--a line drive)
				Or do you want a guy?

		The pitching machine arm flaps.  Empty.  Silence.

						ANNIE
				Oh Crash...you do make speeches...

		Crash puts the bat down, heads out the gate.  She follows.

		A LITTLE LEAGUE TEAM ARRIVES -- Twenty-five 10 year olds in 
		uniform with a couple PARENT COACHES.

						LITTLE LEAGUER #1
				Hey, are you Crash Davis!  Can I 
				have a autograph?!

		CRASH STOPS TO SIGN AUTOGRAPHS amidst 25 Little Leaguers.

						CRASH
					(as he signs autographs)
				Well, Annie, your place or mine?

						ANNIE
				You got me all confused.

						CRASH
				A batter has two tenths of a second 
				to decide whether to swing--

						ANNIE
				I'm not a real batter.  I'm a 
				woman.

						LITTLE LEAGUER
				Hey, when are you guys gonna start 
				winning?  You're terrible!

						ANNIE
				It's a long season, boys.

		SUDDENLY A VOICE -- Nuke pulls up, gets out of his Porsche.

						NUKE
				Hey!
					(coming over)
				What're you guys doing here--
				stealing my girl?

						CRASH
				Now, Nuke, would I do a thing 
				like that?
					(to the little leaguers)
				Hey kids, this is the great Ebby 
				Calvin "Nuke" LaLoosh.

						LITTLE LEAGUERS
				It's Nuke, it's Nuke!  Can I have 
				your autograph?!  etc.

						NUKE
				No prob, kids--

		And suddenly Nuke is swept up into a sea of Little Leaguers.  
		Crash smiles as he turns Annie and the kids over to Nuke.

						CRASH
				See you guys at the ballpark.

		Crash leaves Annie with Nuke and 25 Little Leaguers.

									CUT TO:

		EXT.  CRASH GETS INTO HIS CAR -- CONTINUOUS

		AN AGING SHELBY MUSTANG CONVERTIBLE -- The paint's fading, a 
		couple dings in the body, but loaded under the hood.

		CRASH PUNCHES HIS TAPE DECK -- Sam Cooke's "You Send Me".

		ANNIE BITES HER FIST watching Crash leave.

								DISSOLVE TO:

		INT.  ANNIE'S BEDROOM -- DAY

		The sounds of lovemaking in a darkened room lit only by a 
		few candles.

						ANNIE
				Yes, yes, yesnmmmmyes...
					(beat)
				Oh my...
					(several beats)
				Oh, that was just fabulous, Crash.

		Several beats of silence.

						NUKE
				Crash?

		He flips on a lamp near the bed.

						NUKE
				You mean Nuke.  You said "Crash".

						ANNIE
				I didn't say "Crash".  I said 
				Nuke.

						NUKE
				You said "Crash".

						ANNIE
				Honey, don't ever listen to a 
				woman when she's making love.  
				They'll say the strangest things.

						NUKE
				You said "Crash".

						ANNIE
				Would you rather me be making 
				love to him, using your name, or 
				making love to you, using his 
				name?

		Nuke considers this fabulous logic.

						NUKE
				Yeah maybe you're right.

						ANNIE
				You see how nice things are when 
				we go slow?

		Nuke sighs; and lets his head sink in the pillow.

						NUKE
				Mmm, hmmm.
					(beat)
				You shoulda seen how many people 
				came to the airport to see me 
				off.  When I got drafted first it 
				was the happiest day of my Father's 
				life.
					(beat)
				He likes baseball more than I 
				do...

						ANNIE
				You can learn to like it.

						NUKE
				I wanted to be the host of Dance 
				Fever, somethin' like that...

						ANNIE
				Y'know if you make it to the Bigs 
				you could still become the host 
				of Dance Fever.  Baseball's a 
				good stepping stone for things 
				like that.

						NUKE
				God, I never thought of that.

						ANNIE
					(sweetly)
				There is a lot of things you never 
				thought of, sweetie--now get some 
				rest for tonight's game.

		Nuke rests his head on Annie's shoulder.  His eyes are wide 
		open and full of nervous energy.

									CUT TO:

		EXT.  DURHAM BASEBALL PARK -- DUSK

		NUKE ON A PAY PHONE -- In his uniform.  Players warming up 
		in the background as the ground crew prepares the field.

						NUKE
				Hello?  Dad?  This is Ebby.
					(beat)
				Yeah, I know, I know--you got the 
				Durham papers yet?  Well I been a 
				little wild...
					(defensively)
				These hitters down here are better 
				than the ones in high school ...
					(trying to change 
					subject)
				How's Mom?  Yeah?  Well I am trying 
				hard...  I am bending my 
				back...you're not coming down' 
				here to visit just yet, are you?
					(beat)
				Can I talk to Mom?

									CUT TO:

		EXT.  HOME PLATE -- THE BALLPARK NIGHT

		THE MAYOR OF DURHAM AND THE CITY COUNCIL stand at a mike in 
		front of home plate.  300 LITTLE LEAGUERS in uniform are 
		lined up along the foul line, restrained by a rope.

						VOICE OVER P.A.
				Ladies and gentlemen, the Mayor 
				of Durham, the honorable Mutt 
				Clark...

		THE MAYOR STEPS to the mike.  A classic Southern mayor.

						MAYOR
				Welcome to the "Atlantic Seaboard 
				Tobacco Growers City Council Little 
				League Cash Drop Night"!

		As the honorable Mutt Clark drones on--we INTERCUT:

									CUT TO:

		EXT.  THE BULLPEN -- CONTINUOUS

		NUKE IS WARMING UP TO PITCH -- Crash and Larry watch him 
		closely, giving advice.  As Nuke delivers--.

						CRASH
				Drive off your back leg.  You 
				pitch with your legs as much as 
				your arms-

						NUKE
				I thought I was--

						CRASH
				Don't think.

		A MANGY DOG EATS FROM A DISH provided by the players.  A 
		couple kids sit with the players.

		MILLIE SITS DOWN NEXT TO A PLAYER -- BOBBY, 25.

						MILLIE
				Hi, I'm Millie.

						BOBBY
				I'm married.

		JOSE FASHIONS A SMALL CROSS OUT OF CHICKEN BONES and rubs it 
		on his bat.  Bobby notices this.

						BOBBY
				What's that?

						JOSE
				Chicken bone cross take the curse 
				off this bat and bring me hits.

						BOBBY
				You a God damn witch?

						JOSE
				Yes.  A switch hitting witch.  
				Very common in Puerto Rico.

						BOBBY
				Will that work for me?

						JOSE
				If you believe in Voodoo.

						BOBBY
				I'm 0 for 16!  Gimme some of that 
				shit.

		BOBBY HOLDS OUT HIS BAT for Jose to rub with the cross.

						JOSE
				No, that is not belief.  That is 
				desperation.

						BOBBY
				C'mon, God damn it, gimme some!

		ALL HEADS TURN,- A HELICOPTER APPEARS ABOVE THE FIELD

									CUT TO:

		BACK TO THE MAYOR AND CITY COUNCIL -- Hair and hats blowing 
		from the chopper turbulence.

						MAYOR
				...five, four, three, two, 
				one...let 'er go!  One thousand 
				big ones!

		THE HELICOPTER DUMPS HUNDREDS OF DOLLAR BILLS above the field.

		The night sky fills with fluttering money THE ROPE IS DROPPED -- 
		THREE HUNDRED LITTLE LEAGUERS charge across the infield to 
		the falling money, scooping it up wildly, brawling, shoving, 
		clawing for the cash.

		As the money flutters down...

								DISSOLVE TO:

		EXT.  DURHAM BASEBALL STADIUM -- SHORT TIME LATER

		CLOSE ON THE ROSIN BAG on the mound.  A hand picks it up.

		Puffs of rosin "smoke".  Nuke is on the mound.

		NUKE NERVOUSLY WALKS AROUND THE MOUND -- Just before the 
		first batter.  He picks up the rosin bag.  Digs a slot for 
		his lead foot to land.  And CRASH APPROACHES, in full gear, 
		mask tipped up on his head.

						CRASH
				Don't try to strike everybody 
				out.
					(beat)
				Strikeouts are boring.  They're 
				Fascist.  Throw some ground balls, 
				it's more Democratic.

		CRASH TURNS AND HEADS TO THE PLATE and we hear the beginning 
		of Nuke's interior monologue.

						NUKE (VOICE OVER)
				What's this guy know, eh?  If 
				he's so great why's he been in 
				the minors for ten years?  And if 
				he's so hot how come Annie wants 
				me instead of him.

		CRASH TURNS AROUND HALF WAY TO THE PLATE and returns to the 
		mound, as if he knows everything Nuke's thinking.

						CRASH
				And listen, meat.  You don't know 
				shit.  If you want to get to the 
				Show, you'll listen to me.  She 
				only wants you 'cause she can 
				boss you around, got it?
					(beat, complete tone 
					change)
				Relax, have a ball out here.  
				This game's fun, okay?  Fun, God 
				damn it.
					(beat)
				And don't squeeze the ball so 
				tight.  It's an egg.  Hold it 
				like an egg.

		CRASH SMILES -- And trots back to the plate.

		NUKE'S P.O.V.  The first batter steps in.  Crash gives the 
		sign for the pitch.

						NUKE
				Fun?  What's he know about fun?
					(beat)
				Why's he calling for a curveball?
				I wanta bring heat.

						CRASH (VOICE OVER)
				Shake off the pitch.  Throw what 
				you wanta.

		NUKE SHAKES OFF THE PITCH -- Here comes Crash back out to 
		the mound before Nuke's thrown a pitch.

						CRASH
				Why you shaking me off?

						NUKE
				I wanta throw the heater to 
				announce my presence with 
				authority.

						CRASH
				"To announce your fucking presence 
				with authority"?  This guy's a 
				first ball fastball hitter.  He's 
				looking for heat.

						NUKE
				But he ain't seen my heat--

						CRASH
				Awright, meat, give him your heat.

		CRASH RETURNS ONE MORE TIME to behind the plate.

		CRASH CROSSES THE PLATE, past the hitter.  He speaks to the 
		opposing leadoff batter.

						CRASH
				Fastball.

						NUKE (VOICE OVER)
				Why's he always call me "Meat"?  
				I'm the guy driving a Porsche.

		NUKE WINDS UP AND DELIVERS -- A fastball.

		THE LEADOFF HITTER TEES OFF on the pitch and sends a line 
		shot over the right field fence.

		CLOSE ON BILLBOARD -- "Hit Cow, Win Steak" sign, The home 
		run hits the cow on a target painted on the cow's rump.

		The COW'S MOUTH OPENS AND MOOS.

		THE BATTER STANDS AND WATCHES the home run, admiring the 
		shot, enjoying the moment.  CRASH GETS IN HIS FACE instantly--
		and gets very tough.

						CRASH
				What're you lookin' at?!  You're 
				showing up my pitcher, bush--get 
				your ass in gear!

		THE BATTER TAKES OFF ON A HOME RUN TROT -- Slightly scared.

		AND CRASH HEADS TO THE MOUND where Nuke watches the Mooing 
		Cow and the circling batter with dismay.  Crash smiles.

						CRASH
				Guy hit the shit outta that one, 
				eh?

						NUKE
				Well, I held it like an egg.

						CRASH
				An' he scrambled the son of a 
				bitch.
					(beat)
				Having fun yet?

						NUKE
				I'm having a blast.
					(beat)
				God, that sucker teed off on it 
				just like he knew I was gonna 
				throw a fastball.

						CRASH
				He did know.

						NUKE
				How?

						CRASH
				I told him.

		CRASH SMILES -- Drops the mask, returns behind the plate.

		NUKE SIGHS -- Takes a deep breath.

						NUKE
				Don't think.  Just throw.  Don't 
				think.  Just throw.

		NUKE'S WINDUP AND DELIVERY -- A fastball.  A powerful, clean, 
		overwhelming fastball.  Strike one.

						NUKE (VOICE OVER)
				God, that was beautiful.  What'd 
				I do?

		NUKE WINDS UP AND DELIVERS HIS NEXT PITCH -- A monster.  An 
		Ebby Calvin "Nuke" LaLoosh fastball.  Twenty feet wide of 
		the plate.

		THE BULL MASCOT DIVES FOR COVER -- The ball hits the bat 
		rack.  Bats go flying.

									CUT TO:

		ANNIE IN HER BOX SEAT -- Jackson with the radar gun.

						ANNIE
				Oh dear....easy honey...

						JACKSON
				Ninety-five miles an hour...

									CUT TO:

		BACK TO NUKE -- Pacing the mound.  Looks In for the sign.

		NUKE PITCHES AGAIN -- The batter lines a single to left.

		NUKE'S P.O.V.  THE MANAGER AND PITCHING COACH TALKING

						NUKE (VOICE OVER)
				Christ, Skip and Larry are talking 
				about me.  Don't get anybody warm 
				in the pen yet.  I'm okay.  I'm 
				having fun.

		NUKE PITCHES AGAIN -- The batter lines a single to right.

		NUKE'S P.O.V. THE BULLPEN -- TWO PITCHERS start warming up.

						NUKE (VOICE OVER)
				Don't yank me in the first, man.

		NUKE'S P.O.V. -- THE MANAGER comes out to the mound to talk.

						NUKE (VOICE OVER)
				Aw, shit.  

		THE MANAGER AND CRASH MEET NUKE on the mound.

						SKIP
				Relax.

						NUKE
				Don't pull me, Skip.  I'll settle 
				down.  I'm okay!

						SKIP
					(fatherly)
				Relax, Nuke, Relax...
					(to Crash)
				What kinda stuff's he got?

						CRASH
				I don't know.  I haven't caught 
				anything yet.

						SKIP
				What're you thinking about out 
				here, Nuke?

						NUKE
				I'm trying not to think.

						SKIP
				Good.  But just 'cause you ain't 
				s'posed to think don't mean you 
				ain't s'posed to use your head.

		SKIP SLAPS NUKE ON THE ASS in a gruff, reassuring way, and 
		returns to the dugout.  Leaving Nuke and Crash.

						CRASH
				Have some fun, God damn it.

		CRASH SMILES -- And as he returns to the plate...

									CUT TO:

		ANNIE WATCHES IN THE STANDS with Jackson and the radar gun.

						ANNIE
				Here we go again, Jackson, hold 
				on tight...

		Hit Professor Longhair rock and roll...and:

								DISSOLVE TO:

		NUKE DELIVERS -- A batter grounds out weakly.

		DURHAM AT BAT -- DUGOUT -- Crash lets Jose rub his bat with 
		a chicken bone cross.  Then steps to the plate and--

		CRASH HITS A LONG HOME RUN -- And circles the bases.

		NUKE DELIVERS -- A line drive nearly undresses him.  Runners 
		circle the bases.

								DISSOLVE TO:

		INT.  LOCKER ROOM -- NIGHT

		THE SHOWERS -- Naked bodies in the steamy room.  No joking 
		around.  A team on losing streak.

		SUDDENLY SKIP STEPS INTO THE SHOWER in his uniform and angrily 
		throws an armload of bats into the shower.

						SKIP
				Anybody not outta the shower in 
				ten seconds gonna get fined a 
				hundred bucks.  One, two...

		THE SHOWER EMPTIES in seconds.  Players grab a seat, and:

		WHITEY THE SPORTSWRITER ENTERS as he does every night.

						SKIP
				No press for five minutes, Whitey.

						WHITEY
				I'm doing a column on the Myth of 
				Sisyphus as manifest in a minor 
				league losing streak, Joe, and I 
				thought 

		SKIP PICKS UP A CHAIR AND FIRES IT AT WHITEY -- The chair 
		crashes into a locker.  Whitey hurries out.

						SKIP
				If I ever need a brain transplant 
				I'll choose a sportswriter 'cause 
				that way I'd be getting a brain 
				that's never been used.

		A couple snickers from the players.  Skip whirls.

						SKIP
				What're you laughing at?!

		Silence.

		The Durham Bulls sit and stand quietly.

						SKIP
				You guys lollygag the ball around 
				the infield, ya lollygag you're-
				way to first, ya lollygag in an' 
				outta the dugout.  You know what 
				that makes ya
					(beat)
				Lollygaggers.  What's our record, 
				Larry?

						LARRY
				We're eight and sixteen.

						SKIP
				Eight and sixteen?!  How'd we 
				ever win eight?
					(beat)
				Jose, what's this sign?

		SKIP FLASHES THROUGH A SEQUENCE of signs.  Hand to face, 
		hand to belt, hand brushes letters, etc.

						JOSE
				That's the steal.

						SKIP
				Wrong.  That's the bunt.  This is 
				the steal.

		SKIP FLASHES QUICKLY ANOTHER SEQUENCE -- Hand to face, hands 
		to hands.  He speaks rapidly--a private language.

						SKIP
				Face is "skin to skin".  Skin 
				starts with "S".  "S" stands for 
				steal if it follows the indicator 
				which is hand to eye 'cause the 
				word "indicator" starts with an 
				"I" so I figure "eye"--
					(touches his eye)
				--would remind you of "I" for 
				indicator to indicate that what 
				follows is the sign.  I figure 
				wrong-- You're a buncha 
				lollygaggers.
					(beat)
				This is a simple game.
					(beat)
				ya throw the ball, ya hit the 
				ball, ya catch the ball.

		CLOSE ON FACES OF THE PLAYERS -- Sitting silently.

									CUT TO:

		EXT.  THE BALLPARK SIMULTANEOUS -- NIGHT

		THE SIX PLAYERS' WIVES WAIT in a cluster.  Three of them 
		have SMALL CHILDREN.  The children are crying.

		The long-suffering women try to calm the kids.

						BOBBY'S WIFE
				Bobby went hitless again.  He's 
				gonna be in a terrible mood...  
				terrible.  How'd Mickey do?

						MICKEY'S WIFE
				He got two hits.

						BOBBY'S WIFE
				Lucky you.

									CUT TO:

		BACK INSIDE THE LOCKER ROOM -- Skip is winding down.

						SKIP
				We can't win at home--how we gonna 
				win on the road?  We got a twelve 
				day road trip starting tomorrow.
					(beat)
				Bus leaves at six In the morning.

		SKIP HEADS BACK INSIDE his little office with Larry.

									CUT TO:

		INSIDE SKIP'S OFFICE -- He and Larry open a couple beers.

		THE DOOR OPENS -- BOBBY ENTERS wearing only a towel.

						BOBBY
				You wanted to see me?

						SKIP
				Yeah, Bobby, shut the door.  
					(he does)
				This is the toughest job a manager 
				has...  
					(beat)
				But the organization has decided 
				to make a change--

						BOBBY
				Skip, I know I'm in a slump but I 
				hit the ball hard tonight, right 
				at 'em.  A couple flares drop in, 
				and I'm back in the groove!

		The nearly naked 25 year old man pleads helplessly--his career 
		is over.

									CUT TO:

		EXT.  THE STADIUM -- NIGHT

		THE PLAYERS EXIT -- The Groupies wait in a cluster.  The 
		wives wait in another group.  Bobby's wife sees Bobby.

						BOBBY'S WIFE
					(to child)
				There's Daddy!  Wave to Daddy!

		--P.O.V. BOBBY COMING OUT OF THE CLUBHOUSE -- Another player 
		has his arm around Bobby, consoling him.  The wife knows.

						BOBBY'S WIFE
				Oh God...

								DISSOLVE TO:

		EXT.  STADIUM PARKING LOT -- DAWN

		THE DURHAM BULLS TEAM BUS is parked.  Luggage is loaded.  
		Sleepy players arriving, escorted by wives and girlfriends.

		ANNIE BIDS NUKE GOODBYE -- Off to the side.  She pulls 
		something from her handbag and hands it to Nuke.  A pair of 
		WOMEN'S RED PANTIES, with lace and frills.

						ANNIE
				I want you to wear these on the 
				road trip when you pitch.

						NUKE
				What?

						ANNIE
				They'll fit snugly against your 
				balls in such a wonderful way 
				that you'll start seeing things 
				differently--plus they'll remind 
				you of me which is better than 
				thinking about those nasty hitters.

						NUKE
				Jesus, Annie, I don't know--

						ANNIE
				You've been pitching out of the 
				wrong side of your brain.  These'll 
				help move things to the right 
				side.

						NUKE
				Big League pitchers don't use 
				these.

						ANNIE
				They did when they were in the 
				Carolina League.

		NUKE STUFFS THE PANTIES in his pocket, bewildered.  A small 
		kiss from Annie, and he hurries to the bus.

									CUT TO:

		INT.  LOCKER ROOM -- DAWN

		PLAYERS THROW THEIR GEAR into their travel bags.

		A PAPER BEER CUP IS TAPED TO THE WALL -- With a sign:

		"Married men deposit wedding rings here for road trips".

		CLOSE ON THE CUP -- A ring is dropped in, and another, and...

		We begin hearing Annie's VOICE OVER:

						ANNIE (VOICE OVER)
				A woman should never ask questions 
				about road trips.

									CUT TO:

		EXT.  THE PARKING LOT -- DAWN

		THE TEAM BUS PULLS OUT -- Wives and girlfriends head back to 
		their apartments, leaving:

		ANNIE WALKING BACK ROME -- Several blocks to her house.

						ANNIE (VOICE OVER)
				Men don't realize that women always 
				know when they've been unfaithful.  
					(beat)
				The fact is, upon exact moment of 
				penetration--the woman knows.

		AS ANNIE WALKS BACK through Durham...

								DISSOLVE TO:

		EXT.  HIGHWAY THROUGH THE SMOKY MOUNTAINS EARLY MORNING

		THE TEAM BUS ROLLS through the North Carolina landscape.

						ANNIE (VOICE OVER)
				This sort of spiritual awareness 
				can be a mixed blessing, especially 
				if you're dating a ballplayer.  I 
				believe a woman oughta take care 
				of her man so thoroughly that he 
				can go on the road for a few days 
				without having the desire to search 
				out another pair of panties
					(self-aware)
				That is probably, however, my 
				most ridiculous belief.
					(sigh)
				I just hope the boys start winning 
				soon.  In some profound way I 
				fear that a last place team is a 
				reflection on its women...

		THE BUS ROLLS through North Carolina.

									CUT TO:

		INT.  THE BUS -- MORNING

		SKIP SITS IN THE FRONT of the bus, doing a crossword puzzle.

		LARRY READS A BOOK -- "How to Make a Million Dollars in Real 
		Estate with No Money Down".

		DEKE TURNS UP HIS TAPE DECK -- George Jones sings "He Stopped 
		Loving Her Today".

		MICKEY TURNS UP HIS TAPE DECK across the aisle -- Aretha 
		Franklin sings "R-E-S-P-E-C-T".

		DEKE TURNS HIS VOLUME LOUDER -- Mickey does likewise, and 
		soon we have DUELING TAPE DECKS.  C & W going head to head 
		with R & B.  A cacophony.

		SKIP LEAPS TO HIS FEET, WHIRLS and shouts.

						SKIP
				I got one word to say to you--
				Shut up!

		Silence.

		And then from the back of the bus, some soft, gentle, but 
		slightly dissonant guitar chords.

		THE BACK OF THE BUS -- Nuke sits across the aisle from Crash, 
		who's re-reading Thomas Pynchon.  Nuke has a guitar and is 
		struggling with some chords to "Try a Little Tenderness".  
		He butchers the chords and the words.

						NUKE
					(singing softly)
				Oh she may get wooly, women do 
				get wooly, because of all the 
				stress...

						CRASH
					(in disgust)
				Gimme that.

		CRASH STRONGARMS THE GUITAR from Nuke.

						CRASH
				I hate people who get the words 
				wrong.  It ain't "woolly" it's 
				"weary" and it nobody's got stress, 
				they're wearing a dress.
					(beat)
				Listen.

		CRASH WHIPS THROUGH THE FIRST FEW BARS of the song.

						CRASH
					(sings softly)
				Oh she may be weary, Young girls 
				do get weary, Wearing the same 
				old dress...

		HE SHOVES THE GUITAR back at Nuke.

						NUKE
				How come you don't like me?

						CRASH
				'Cause you don't respect yourself, 
				which is your problem, but you 
				don't respect the game--and that's 
				my problem.
					(beat)
				You got a gift.

						NUKE
				What do I got?

						CRASH
				A gift.  When you were a baby the 
				gods reached down and turned your 
				left arm into a thunderbolt.

		Nuke looks at his left arm rubs his shoulder curiously.

						CRASH
				You got a Hall of Fame arm but 
				you're pissing it away.

						NUKE
				I ain't pissing nothing away--I 
				got a Porsche already.  A 944 
				with A.C. and a quadraphonic 
				Blaupunkt.

						CRASH
				You don't need a quadraphonic 
				Blaupunkt--you need a curve ball.
					(beat)
				In the Show, everybody can hit 
				the fastball.

						NUKE
				You been in the Majors?

						CRASH
				Yep.

		Tony and Deke overhear this and turn around.  And Crash gets 
		wistful, lyrical, and even slightly hopeful.

						CRASH
				I was in the Show for 21 days, 
				once.
					(beat)
				It was the greatest 21 days of my 
				life.  You never touch your luggage 
				in the show--somebody else handles 
				your bags.  It's great.
					(beat)
				The ballparks are like cathedrals, 
				the hotels all have room service, 
				the women have long legs and brains--
				it's a smorgasbord.

						DEKE
				The women are hot, eh?

						CRASH
				Yeah--and so are the pitchers. 
				They throw ungodly breaking stuff 
				in the Show--exploding sliders.

		Nuke, Tony, and Deke murmur in awe at Crash's pronouncement.

						CRASH
				You could be one of those guys--
				but you don't give a fuck, Meat.

						NUKE
				God damn it I'm sick of you calling 
				me "Meat"!  You wanta step outside!

		CRASH HOPS TO HIS FEET as the bus barrels along, grabbing 
		Nuke by the collar.

						CRASH
				Yeah, let's go.

		Nuke quickly has second thoughts--Crash can be terrifying.

						NUKE
				No.  Wait a minute.  Calm down, 
				Crash...

		Nuke sits back down.  Calms.  Reaches for a baseball sitting 
		nearby.  He hands the ball to Crash.

						NUKE
				Teach me how to throw a breaking 
				ball.

		Crash takes the ball gently and speaks softly:

						CRASH
				As I was saying ya hold it like 
				an egg.

		As the bus rolls through the country:

		A LATE 60'S OLDS CONVERTIBLE ROARS PAST -- Max Patkin at the 
		wheel.  He waves at the team bus and honks.  

		The opening bars on the National Anthem--"Oh Say Can You 
		See"

		And Max roars off through the rolling green-landscape...

		Hit Hank Williams music to play over:

								DISSOLVE TO:

		EXT.  WINSTON-SALEM BASEBALL STADIUM -- DAY

		MAX PATKIN COACHES THIRD in his comic routine, now, for the 
		Winston-Salem team, as Durham is in the field.

		A WINSTON-SALEM BATTER lines a double off the wall.

									CUT TO:

		INT.  DURHAM RADIO STATION -- DAY

		TEDDY THE ANNOUNCER re-creates the game for broadcast with a 
		several second delay.

		HIS ASSISTANT (P.A.  ANNOUNCER FROM THE BALLPARK) has a phone 
		to her ear, and writes down each play on a piece of paper, 
		holding it up for Teddy who enhances shamelessly in his ON 
		THE AIR "play by play".

		CLOSE ON PAPER -- His assistant writes "DOUBLE TO LEFT".

		TEDDY HITS A TINY MALLET against a jar.  Thunk.  The sound 
		of ball hitting bat.  He punches one of several tape cassettes 
		cued up.  A crowd roars.  An array of special effects is at 
		his fingertips.

						TEDDY (ON THE AIR)
				...double off the wall by Higgins, 
				and once again the Durham pitchers 
				are unable to get the first out 
				of the Inning...

		HIS.  ASSISTANT WRITES ANOTHER NOTE -- "ERROR MCFEE"

		Thunk -- The mallet again.

						TEDDY (ON THE AIR)
				Line drive to center--a diving 
				stab by McFee--oohhhh!  Ball gets 
				by his glove, another run in and 
				the crowd loves it--

		PUNCHES A CASSETTE -- A crowd roars.

									CUT TO:

		EXT.  HIGHWAY THROUGH SMOKY MOUNTAINS -- NIGHT 

		The bus rolls through a small town.

									CUT TO:

		EXT.  CHEAP MOTEL IN GREENSBORO -- DAWN

		THE TEAM BUS PULLS IN -- Players stagger off, half asleep.

						TEDDY (ON THE AIR) O.S.
				Bulls will attempt to end a six 
				game losing streak against the 
				Greensboro Astros with Nuke LaLoosh 
				on the hill...

									CUT TO:

		INT.  GREENSBORO BALLPARK LOCKER ROOM -- DAY

		NUKE DRESSES FOR THE GAME -- He pulls the RED PANTIES out of 
		his bag.  Looks around the clubhouse.  Nobody sees them.  
		He's embarrassed anyway--and stuffs them back.

									CUT TO:

		EXT.  GREENSBORO BALLPARK DAY

		NUKE WINDS AND DELIVERS -- The batter swings, and:

									CUT TO:

		INT.  RADIO STATION -- DAY

		TEDDY AND HIS ASSISTANT -- A note is held up, "Single"--

		THUNK -- The mallet strikes.

						TEDDY ON THE AIR
				Base hit centerfield off LaLoosh...

		HIS ASSISTANT (ON THE PHONE) SCRAWLS another quick note.

		THUNK THUNK THUNK -- A rapid sequence of the mallet striking 
		the percussive box, and:

						TEDDY ON THE AIR
				That closes the book on LaLoosh 
				today, 5 earned runs, 5 hits, 5 
				strikeouts, 5 walks, 5 wild 
				pitches...

									CUT TO:

		EXT.  GREENSBORO BALLPARK -- DAY

		SKIP REMOVES NUKE FROM THE GAME and he heads for the showers.

									CUT TO:

		INT.  ANNIE'S KITCHEN -- DAY

		ANNIE SITS WITH MILLIE at the kitchen table, listening to 
		the radio.  Annie sighs.  Millie consoles her.

									CUT TO:

		INT.  GREENSBORO LOCKER ROOM -- DAY

		NUKE IN THE SHOWERS ALONE -- Letting the water run over him.

		The voice of Teddy an the air, editorializing shamelessly.

						TEDDY (ON THE AIR)
				It's time to tell it like it is, 
				sports fans--and this is the most 
				wretched road trip I've seen in 
				20 years, and possibly the worst 
				Durham team in half a century.
					(beat)
				Where are the great Bull players 
				of yesteryear?  Where are the 
				Footsie Blakes, the Digger O'Dells, 
				the Gus Palowitzes?

		TEDDY'S VOICE PLAYS OVER road trip images:

		NUKE STARTS TO PUT ON THE RED PANTIES -- Changes his mind, 
		and hides them again.

		THE TEAM BUS rolling across North Carolina.

		THE TEAM BUS at a drive through hamburger stand somewhere in 
		the Smoky Mountains.  Sack after sack of fast food is passed 
		through the window to Skip.

		THE TEAM BUS PULLS INTO YET ANOTHER HOTEL and this time, a 
		Bus with a sign--"Holiday on Ice" pulls in next to them.

						TEDDY ON THE AIR
				Is the modern athlete a pale 
				imitation of the great old 
				warriors?  Only Crash Davis stands 
				out this year, begging the 
				question, "What are these boys 
				thinking about, 'cause it sure 
				ain't baseball".

									CUT TO:

		EXT/INT.  THE BUS IN FRONT OF THE KINGSTON HOTEL -- NIGHT

		As the players rise in the bus, Deke is trying to work up 
		excitement about the "Holiday on Ice" bus from which twenty 
		great looking women ice skaters are getting off.

		P.O.V.  HOLIDAY ON ICE GIRLS getting off the bus.

						TONY
				Ice skaters.  God.  Look't em.  
				that's what we need, y'know--one 
				night with some skaters and we 
				can get back on track...

						DEKE
				We need a night off just to stop 
				our losing streak.  We need a 
				rainout.

						CRASH
				I can get us a rainout.

						MICKEY
				It's 90 degrees, there ain't been 
				a cloud in the sky in weeks.

						CRASH
				Hundred bucks says I can get us a 
				rainout tomorrow.

						TONY
				You're on.

									CUT TO:

		EXT.  KINGSTON BASEBALL STADIUM -- NIGHT

		A CAB PULLS UP in the dark.  Late at night.  The cab leaves, 
		and the four men climb over the fence.

									CUT TO:

		EXT.  INSIDE THE KINGSTON BALLPARK -- NIGHT

		CRASH PULLS THE LID OFF A BOX -- Several valve handles.

		Crash turns several handles with an iron bar, and...

		THE SPRINKLER SYSTEM COMES TO LIFE -- And suddenly the field 
		is covered with the clicking of rain-bird sprinklers, throwing 
		long slow arcs of water across the entire field.

									CUT TO:

		EXT. THE SCOREBOARD OF THE BALLPARK -- MINUTES LATER -- 
		NIGHT

		THE FOUR PLAYERS sit on the scoreboard, watching the 
		sprinklers flood the field.  A six-pack is passed around.

									CUT TO:

		EXT.  THE BALLPARK -- EARLY THE NEXT MORNING

		A QUAGMIRE ON THE INFIELD -- The Kingston GENERAL MANAGER 
		stands in the muck with his ground crew.  Wheelbarrows, 
		shovels, sand is piled around.  It's hopeless.

						KINSTON G.M.
				God damn it!  Vandals.  Damn kids!

						GROUND CREW MEMBER
				We can't get it ready by game 
				time, boss.

		The General Manager studies the field.  Hopeless.

		He looks up at the sky.  Cloudless, sunny.

						KINSTON G.M.
					(to his assistant)
				Call the radio and the paper.
					(with disgust)
				The game's been rained out.

		Organ music -- "The Blue Danube Waltz".

									CUT TO:

		INT.  THE KINGSTON CIVIC ARENA -- DAY

		"HOLIDAY ON ICE" in its matinee performance.  The beautiful, 
		leggy women skating to the "Blue Danube Waltz".

		TEN OF THE DURHAM BULLS sit in the front row.  Nuke, Deke, 
		Tommy, others, but not Crash.  'Tony waves to a skater.

		THE SKATER WAVES BACK as she swirls past the Bulls.

									CUT TO:

		INT.  THE KINGSTON HOTEL ROOM -- NIGHT

		DEKE ICES THE CHAMPAGNE -- In the b.g. Tommy is blow drying 
		his hair.  Mickey puts the finishing touches on his outfit.  
		Several other players get ready to party.

						DEKE
				Par--ty!  I blew a whole day's 
				meal money for this champagne seven 
				dollars, man, it better be good.

						MICKEY
				For seven bucks it better be some 
				serious shit.

						TOMMY
				What time is it, eh?  When are 
				they coming?

		The guys lounge around nervously, trying to be casual.

									CUT TO:

		INT.  KINGSTON HOTEL COFFEE SHOP -- NIGHT

		CLOSE ON A STEAK DINNER set down in front of Crash.

		Nuke hands Crash a hundred dollar bill.

						NUKE
				This is from Tony for the rainout.
				C'mon, man, let's go to the party.

						CRASH
				Naw...

						NUKE
				"Naw"?  There's ice skaters coming!  
				You ever made love to an ice 
				skater?

						CRASH
				By the dozen.  Holiday on Ice, 
				Ice Capades, Ice Follies--
					(beat)
				I'm through with one night stands.

						NUKE
				You're through with one night 
				stands?!  What do you want?

						CRASH
				I just wanta play everyday despite 
				small nagging injuries--and go 
				home to a woman who appreciates 
				how full of crap I truly am.

		Nuke just stares at him.

						NUKE
				You're weird, man--I want a ice 
				skater real bad.

						CRASH
				Go for it.

						NUKE
				If I get laid, you won't tell 
				Annie?

						CRASH
				I won't have to.

		NUKE LOOKS AT HIM STRANGELY -- And hurries to the party.

									CUT TO:

		INT.  THE PARTY ROOM -- NIGHT

		THE GUYS ARE GROOMING TO EXCESS -- Still blow drying and 
		preening for each other.  

		A knock at the door.

		THEY QUICKLY GET "CASUAL" and lounge seductively.

						DEKE
				It's them, it's them!  Be casual.
					(calling out)
				Come in!

		THE DOOR OPENS -- It's Nuke.

						NUKE
				Hey, guys, pa--rty!

						TOMMY
				Shut up and be cool, man.  Like 
				Mickey there...

		MICKEY "LOUNGES" WITH A DRINK and a cigaret.

						MICKEY
				You wanta make it to the Show, 
				Rock, you gotta learn how to 
				"lounge".

		NUKE LEANS ON THE BAR with an elbow, striking his version of 
		a "lounging" pose.

						NUKE
				How's this?

						MICKEY
				You got it.

		A knock at the door.

						TOMMY
				Entre.

		EIGHT ICE SKATERS STAND IN THE DOORWAY -- Ready to...

						ICE SKATER #1
				Pa--rty!

		POP THE CORK ON THE SEVEN DOLLAR CHAMPAGNE -- And party...

									CUT TO:

		INT.  ANNIE'S HOUSE -- NIGHT

		THE WIVES AND SOME GIRLFRIENDS WATCH "DYNASTY" on Annie's 
		television.  Annie hosts, filling their drink glasses, serving 
		popcorn, and largely staying in the background.

						MICKEY'S WIFE
				Do you think your husband plays 
				around on the road trips?

						DEKE'S WIFE
				No way.  Well...God...do we have 
				to talk about that?

						MICKEY'S WIFE
				I guess not...it's just that once 
				I asked Mickey if he was faithful 
				to me on the road trips and he 
				said "in his heart he was 
				faithful".
					(beat)
				What the hell does that mean?

						DEKE'S WIFE
				It means he's unfaithful--but 
				only a man would put it in those 
				words.

		A BABY CRIES -- Tommy's Wife lifts a baby from the couch, 
		begins rocking It.

									CUT TO:

		INT.  THE PLAYERS' HOTEL -- NIGHT

		Players are dancing, drinking, hustling the ice skaters, the 
		music is up, the party swinging, when:

		SKIP ENTERS -- He's steaming and slightly drunk.  Larry is 
		with him.

						SKIP
				I just got one word to say to 
				everybody--shut up!

		THE PLAYERS AND ICE SKATERS freeze in mid-party.

						SKIP (CONT'D)
				Nuke-- get everybody in here.  
				Hundred dollar fine anybody's not 
				here in five.

		NUKE HURRIES OUT THE DOOR

									CUT TO:

		INT.  HOTEL HALLWAY -- CONTINUOUS

		NUKE POUNDS ON DOORS in a hurry.

		--P.O.V. IN FIRST DOOR -- Jimmy is on his knees at the bed, 
		bare chested, praying with an open Bible.

						NUKE
				Get your holy ass in Room 401.

		He hustles to the next door, and pounds madly.

		--P.O.V. IN SECOND DOOR -- TWO NAKED WOMEN with Jose and 
		Tony, nearly nude.

						NUKE
				Hundred dollar fine if you're not 
				in #401 in five.

						JOSE
				Hundred dollars?!

		JOSE AND TONY LOOK AT THE TWO WOMEN -- It's a lot of money 
		in Class AAA ball.

						TONY
				Christ.  Sorry ladies...

		JOSE AND TONY HURRY OUT in their shorts.

						NAKED LADY
				Go to hell!  You're in last place 
				anyway!

		AND NUKE HURRIES DOWN THE HALL -- Pounding on each door.

									CUT TO:

		INT.  COFFEE SHOP -- CONTINUOUS

		CRASH EATING ALONE -- Peacefully.  Nuke arrives excitedly.

						NUKE
				Crash!  Skip wants everybody in 
				#401 for a team meeting.  Hundred 
				buck fine if ya don't show!

		CRASH PULLS OUT THE HUNDRED DOLLAR BILL and hands it to him.

						CRASH
				Party without me.

						NUKE
				God--what a Big League move.

		NUKE TAKES THE MONEY and hurries back.

									CUT TO:

		INT.  THE PARTY ROOM CONTINUOUS

		24 PLAYERS AND 8 ICE SKATERS -- Some of the players Nuke 
		rounded up are partially dressed.  Skip spots the women.

						SKIP
				Who are you?

						ICE SKATER #1
				We're ice skaters.  Can we go 
				now?

						SKIP
				No.  I want you to hear my 
				philosophy.  It'll do you some 
				good
					(beat)
				Here It is.  This is a simple 
				game.  You throw the ball, you 
				hit the ball, you catch the ball.  
				You got that?!

						ICE SKATER #1
					(frightened)
				Yes.

						SKIP
				Are you lovely creatures aware 
				that you are about to compromise 
				yourselves with a buncha bums who 
				are--
					(to Larry)
				--what are we?

						LARRY
				Eight and twenty-four.

						SKIP
				Eight and twenty-four!  How'd we 
				ever win 8 games?

						LARRY
				It's a miracle.

						SKIP
				Look, guys--I'm a man, I got needs 
				too.  I understand this party--
				but...
					(beat)
				sex is the one thing you can get 
				further behind in and catch up 
				faster than anything I know.
					(beat)
				There's a baseball lesson in there 
				somewhere.
					(looking around)
				Where's Crash?

		NUKE STEPS FORWARD -- Hands Skip the hundred dollar bill..

						NUKE
				He can't make it.  Here's his 
				fine.

						SKIP
				Aw Christ, he don't have to come.  
				He's hitting .350.

						TOMMY
				Don't you think that's a double 
				standard--we're here and he ain't?

						SKIP
				I believe in a double standard 
				for guys hitting .350.
					(beat)
				Look, men--you got a choice.  You 
				wanta be roasting your nuts off 
				for Midas Muffler welding exhaust 
				pipes up the assholes of 
				Cadillacs...or--
					(beat)
				You wanta be sitting in the Caddy 
				while some other guy's crawling 
				around in a monkey suit with a 
				blow torch?
					(beat)
				There's only two places you can 
				be in life--in the Caddy or under 
				it.
					(nearly pleading)
				These are the best years of your 
				lives.  These are the glamor days.
					(beat)
				It don't got any better than this.
					(threatening, tough)
				But...if this club don't start 
				winning soon, there's gonna be 
				changes made!

									CUT TO:

		INT.  ANNIE'S HOUSE SIMULTANEOUS -- NIGHT

		CLOSE ON TELEVISION -- "DYNASTY" drones on.

						DEKE'S WIFE
					(wistfully)
				Deke was a great player in high 
				school.  I thought held go right 
				to the Major Leagues--I was gonna 
				be a Big League wife.  
					(beat)
				Pass the Pampers, please.

						CRASH
				Helluva guy--

		Silence.

		Crash flips off the T.V.  with the remote.

						NUKE
				Can I ask you something?

						CRASH
				What?

						NUKE
				What would you think of a pitcher 
				who wore women's panties?

						CRASH
				If he had a good breaking ball, 
				I'd respect the shit outta him.

		Crash turns off the light.

		CLOSE ON NUKE -- A bit of light spill on his face.  Eyes 
		open.  A long ways from sleep.

									CUT TO:

		EXT.  A CAROLINA LEAGUE BALLPARK -- NIGHT

		CLOSE ON NUKE'S FACE -- He takes his cap off, wipes his brow.

		He's pitching.  Everything in SLO-MO.

		FANS IN THE BALLPARK LAUGH at Nuke, mocking his.

		EXTREME CLOSE UP ON NUKE'S EYES -- Frightened.

		SLOW FULLBACK ON NUKE -- HE'S STARK NAKED save for his cap 
		and glove.  Everyone else is clothed.

		NUKE WINDS AND PITCHES in the nude.  SLO-MO...and as the 
		batter cranks up to take a vicious swing--

									CUT TO:

		INT.  TEAM BUS -- DAWN

		CLOSE ON NUKE'S FACE -- He awakes with a start.

						NUKE
				No!

		CRASH LEANS OVER and shakes him.

						CRASH
				Wake up, it's okay...you're 
				dreaming...

		CRASH HELPS NUKE back to consciousness.  Nuke shakes his 
		head, trying to wake up.  Crash Is almost tender.

						NUKE
				I was playing naked.

						CRASH
				I know, I know--I have that dream 
				all the time.  We're almost home.  

		The Bus continues across the Carolina landscape.

									CUT TO:

		EXT.  THE STADIUM PARKING LOT -- DAWN

		The team bus pulls into a deserted parking lot.  A few of 
		the players' cars are parked.  Some of the wives and 
		girlfriends.  And Annie.

		THE PLAYERS SHUFFLE OFF the bus.  Tired and beat.  

		CLOSE ON NUKE -- He looks worse than the rest.  He sees Annie 
		and waves.  She's waiting next to her old Volvo.

									CUT TO:

		EXT.  STREETS OF DURHAM MOMENTS LATER

		ANNIE'S VOLVO PULLS OUT -- She drives.

		INT.  THE VOLVO -- DAY

		Annie is up--Nuke is down.

						NUKE
				God I'm tired.  What a trip I was 
				lousy.  I was worse than lousy.  
				Everytime I pitched--it was like 
				throwing gasoline on a fire.  
				Kaboom.  I--

						ANNIE
				What is this "I, I, I" stuff?  
				You only talk about yourself?  
				Aren't you glad to see me?  Don't 
				I look nice?

						NUKE
				Sorry.  You look great.  I'm 
				totally exhausted.

						ANNIE
				Good.  Total exhaustion can be 
				spiritually fabulous.
					(beat)
				Let's play catch.

						NUKE
				Catch?

									CUT TO:

		EXT.  ANNIE'S BACKYARD -- MORNING

		Flowers and birdfeeders everywhere.  And, 60 feet away in 
		complete, oversized catcher's gear--

		JACKSON IN A CATCHER'S CROUCH -- Nuke stares, in his street 
		clothes, but now with a glove and ball.

						JACKSON
				Hum, babe, hum, babe, fire it in 
				here, hum babe--

						ANNIE
				That's not necessary, Jackson---
					(beat)
				Okay, Nuke, now lean in for the 
				sign.

		He does.  Jackson flashes some ridiculous signs.

						NUKE
				This in ridiculous.  I'm a pro.

						ANNIE
				Just do what I say.  Now, which 
				nostril are you breathing through?

						NUKE
				Which nostril am I breathing 
				through?

		Annie puts her hand under his nose.

						ANNIE
				The right nostril.  Good.

						NUKE
				My right nostril?

						ANNIE
				There are two important psychic 
				conduits called the "pingala" and 
				the "ida".  The pingala starts 
				with the left testicle (or left 
				ovary of the female) and ends at 
				the right nostril.

		She touches his left nut through his pants in a matter of 
		fact manner.  He stares back.

						ANNIE
				The ida originates at the right 
				testicle(or ovary) and terminates 
				at the left nostril.

						NUKE
				I'm really beat.  I need some 
				serious "z's"--

						ANNIE
				The pingala is the nostril used 
				for throwing a baseball.
					(beat)
				And if you discover before a game 
				you're in the wrong nostril, it's 
				easy to switch.

						NUKE
				Switch nostrils?

						ANNIE
				Right.  Okay, fire a couple in 
				there.

		NUKE TOSSES AN EASY PITCH to Jackson.  Annie's incensed.

						ANNIE
				You're patronizing me!  I will 
				not be patronized-- 

						NUKE
				If I throw too hard I'll hurt the 
				kid.

						ANNIE
				He's handled a lotta pitchers 
				whose records were better than 
				one and six.

		Nuke gets a little steamed.  He feels his nostril, winds, 
		and fires a medium speed fastball to Jackson.

						NUKE
					(a bit angry)
				How was that?

						ANNIE
				A little better.

						NUKE
				Gimme the God damn ball!

		NUKE WINDS UP and fires a pitch to Jackson.  Alas--

		THE BALL SAILS THROUGH A WINDOW -- Crashing glass.

						NUKE
					(cynically)
				How ya like that?

						ANNIE
				Much better.  Your delivery was 
				fully integrated because you 
				weren't thinking about it 'cause 
				you were pissed off at me.
					(beat)
				This is progress.

		Nuke smiles and gives in.  And reaches for her.

						NUKE
				I give up.  Let's go inside, make 
				love, and fall asleep till it's 
				time to go to the ballpark.

		She takes his hand and leads him up to the back porch.

						ANNIE
				Or...
					(taking his hand)
				...We could just take that sexual 
				energy and save it for a few hours 
				and re-channel it into your 
				pitching tonight.
					(shouting)
				C'mon, Jackson, I've got some 
				lemonade!

		Jackson runs over in full gear to join them.

		SITTING ON THE BACK PORCH -- A pitcher of lemonade.

						NUKE
				I can't keep up with you.  First 
				you say sex is gonna make me a 
				better pitcher--now no sex is 
				gonna do it?!

						ANNIE
				It's all the same thing.

		SUDDENLY NUKE'S FACE IS FILLED WITH ALARM -- He points.

						NUKE
				What's that?!

		--P.O.V. A CARDBOARD BOX ON A TABLE NEARBY -- Scrawled in 
		larged letters on the side are the words "MAX PATKIN".

						ANNIE
					(matter of factly)
				That's Max.  His ashes anyway.  
				He left no kin...

		Nuke stares, unsettled.

						NUKE
				God...I think I'm gonna be sick--

						ANNIE
				Oh don't be silly.  Death is 
				nothing to be scared of.  It's 
				just another way of living.  It's 
				just a fresh start--kinda like 
				spring training.

		Nuke thinks about this carefully.  Looks at the ashes, at 
		Annie, and at Jackson, in full gear, mask on his head.

						NUKE
				Death is like spring training?

						ANNIE
				Yes.  And so is birth.  Now look 
				me in the eyes, Nuke--
					(sweetly accusing him)
				You haven't been wearing my 
				panties, have you?

		CLOSE ON NUKE -- Utterly bewildered.

									CUT TO:

		INT.  BULLS LOCKER ROOM -- NIGHT

		NUKE PULLS HIS JOCKSTRAP ON over the red panties.

		Crash notices the panties, and snaps the waistband.

						CRASH
				Hot.  Very hot...

		Nuke looks around nervously, continues dressing quickly.

						NUKE
				Annie says her panties will keep 
				one side of my brain occupied 
				while I'm on the mound, thus 
				keeping my brain slightly off 
				center, which is where it should 
				be for artists and pitchers.  She 
				also said I should throw whatever 
				pitches you call for.

						CRASH
				Annie's a smart lady.

		Suddenly Deke spots Nuke's panties.

						DEKE
				Hey, fruit alert!  Check out the 
				Rook.

		SEVERAL PLAYERS GATHER AROUND -- Wolf whistles aimed at Nuke 
		as the players are dressing into their uniforms.

						NUKE
				Annie says there's no such thing 
				as straight and gay.  We're all 
				sexual creatures to start with, 
				and we get formed into certain 
				roles.

						TOMMY
				You believe that?

						NUKE
				When I'm one and six I'll believe 
				anything.
					(as they dress)
				Annie also says that God is a 
				woman.  You believe that, Crash, 
				you think God's a lady?

						CRASH
				God's definitely a woman--but 
				she's no lady.

						TOMMY
				This is all Commie bullshit.
					(beat)
				God has a dick, man.

						TONY
				God damn it, Jimmy, you're an 
				expert--does God have a dick or a 
				pussy?

		JIMMY TURNS FROM HIS CUBICLE to answer the theological 
		question.  All heads wait for the answer.

						JIMMY
				The Lord God is tri-une--Father, 
				Son, and Holy Ghost.

						TOMMY
				Father and Son.  Awright!

		The guys slap fives, convinced God is a man.

						MICKEY,
					(baiting them)
				Yeah, but He is a brother.

						TOMMY
				Bullshit!  God ain't no brother!

		Deke turns to Crash, full of despair.

						DEKE
				If there is a God, why am I hitting 
				.200?

		SUDDENLY SKIP AND LARRY APPEAR to restore order.

						SKIP
				Shut up!  This is a damn noisy 
				clubhouse for a team that's lost 
				15 straight.

		Silence.

		Skip takes off his cap--instantly sincere.

						SKIP
				Patkin was a tribute to baseball...

						LARRY
				...and one helluva guy.

									CUT TO:

		EXT.  DURHAM BALLPARK -- DUSK

		A BLACK GOSPEL GROUP at a mike at home plate, singing:

						GOSPEL SINGER (SINGING)
				I come to the garden alone, When 
				the dew is still on the roses, 
				And the voice I hear, whispering 
				in my ear,.  The Son of God 
				discloses--

		ANNIE SPRINKLES MAX'S ASHES on the pitcher's mound, as:

		JACKSON SITS IN THE DUGOUT FILLING ROSIN BAGS with the extra 
		ashes from a box.

		EXTREME CLOSE UP -- A ROSIN BAG MARKED "MAX"

								DISSOLVE TO:

		EXTREME CLOSE UP -- "MAX" ROSIN BAG on the mound.

		EXT.  DURHAM BALLPARK -- GAME IN PROGRESS -- NIGHT

		NUKE ON THE MOUND -- PICKS UP the rosin bag, and paces.  A 
		small crowd.  A batter steps in to hit.  Nuke looks.  in for 
		the sign.

						NUKE (VOICE OVER)
				God, these panties feel great.  
				That don't make me queer, right?  
				Right.  Whoo.
					(reads the sign)
				Breaking ball.

		NUKE WINDS AND DELIVERS -- Breaking ball for a strike.

						NUKE
				I ain't queer.  I know I ain't...
					(reads the sign)
				Fastball.

		NUKE WINDS AND DELIVERS -- Fastball for a strike.

									CUT TO:

		ANNIE'S BOX SEAT IN THE STANDS -- She charts pitches.

						JACKSON
				Ninety-three miles an hour.

						ANNIE
				He looks wonderful, Jackson...

									CUT TO:

		NUKE ON THE MOUND -- He looks in for the sign.

						NUKE
				Fastball again?  Why's he want 
				the heat--I just threw heat.  
				Don't think, Meat--give 'em the 
				gas.

		NUKE WINDS AND DELIVERS -- An eye-popping fastball.  The 
		batter swings and misses.  Strike three.

									CUT TO:

		IN THE DUGOUT -- SKIP AND LARRY LOOK AT EACH other warily.

						SKIP
				Jesus--what's got into Nuke?

						LARRY
				I heard he's wearing women's 
				underwear--and he's breathing 
				through his pingala nostril.

						SKIP
					(spitting tobacco)
				I'm getting too old for this game.

		P.O.V.  NUKES FASTBALL SHATTERS A BAT -- THE HITTER

		hits a weak roller to third for the second out.

									CUT TO:

		BACK TO THE MOUND -- Nuke is pumped up.  Paces.

						NUKE (VOICE OVER)
				God, Annie's got a great ass....  
				How come her panties fit me?  
				That's one of the mysteries of 
				sex I guess...

		NUKE WINDS AND DELIVERS A VICIOUS CURVEBALL -- A check swing 
		dribbler to first for the third out.  And the players run 
		into the dugout.

									CUT TO:

		INT.  THE DUGOUT

		NUKE PUTS ON HIS WARM UP JACKET and sits down next to Crash, 
		who's taking off his gear, readying to hit.

						NUKE
				I was great, eh?

						CRASH
				Your fastball was up and your 
				curveball was hanging--in the 
				Show they woulda ripped you.

						NUKE
				Can't you let me enjoy the moment?

						CRASH
				The moment's over.
					(rising to get a bat)
				If this guy starts me off with a 
				breaking ball, I'm going downtown--

		CRASH SMILES in his disarming way, and grabs a bat.

									CUT TO:

		EXT.  THE ON DECK CIRCLE

		Crash kneels, rubbing the bat handle with pine tar.  He 
		studies the pitcher working the first two hitters.

		CRASH RISES and heads to the plate.

		CRASH STEPS INTO THE BOX -- Digs in.

						CRASH (VOICE OVER)
				I dare you to throw me the hammer--
				you ain't that stupid...

		CRASH'S P.O.V. IN SLOW-MOTION -- The pitcher winds and 
		delivers.  And as the ball leaves the pitcher's hand--

						CRASH (VOICE OVER)
				Breaking ball--you fool!

		CRASH UNLOADS ON THE PITCH -- Crushing a home run deep over 
		the left field wall.

								DISSOLVE TO:

		INT.  THE PRESS BOX

		TEDDY THE RADIO ANNOUNCER is wary about these events.

						TEDDY THE RADIO MAN
				Two-nothing Bulls in the second--
				first time the Bulls have been 
				ahead in weeks, eh Whitey--
					(beat)
				Let's see if the real Nuke LaLoosh 
				will show up--

									CUT TO:

		NUKE FIRES THREE QUICK PITCHES for another strike out.  Curve 
		ball, fast ball, curve ball.  Overpowering.

									CUT TO:

		ANNIE AND JACKSON in her box seat.

						ANNIE
				Oh my...

									CUT TO:

		SKIP AND LARRY IN THE DUGOUT -- Skip looks at Larry as if to 
		say "What's happening?"  Larry just shrugs.

									CUT TO:

		BACK TO THE FIELD -- Nuke's next pitch.

		THE NEXT BATTER POPS UP -- Crash circles into foul ground to 
		make the catch, whipping the ball around the infield.

		AND CRASH GOES TO THE MOUND for a visit.

						NUKE
				Hey, I'm cruisin', man--what're 
				you doing out here?!

						CRASH
				I want you to throw this one at 
				the bat rack.

						NUKE
				Why?!  I'm finally throwin' the 
				damn thing where I want to.

						CRASH
				It'll keep the fear of God in the 
				hitters.  Trust me.

						NUKE
				You're the boss.

		CRASH RETURNS TO THE PLATE -- Flashes a sign.

									CUT TO:

		THE PRESS BOX Teddy's getting worked up.

						TEDDY THE RADIO MAN
				--a staggering start by LaLoosh--
				he's thrown 5 cuts on 9 pitches, 
				all of them strikes--he's got pin 
				point control here tonight, Bull 
				fans...here's the pitch--

									CUT TO:

		NUKE'S NEXT DELIVERY -- A wild ass rocket thirty feet off 
		line.  The BULL MASCOT DIVES for cover.

		THE BATTER STEPS OUT OF THE BOX nervously, muttering.

						BATTER
				This guy's crazy.

						CRASH
				Yep.  Next one might be at your 
				head.  Hell if I know where the 
				damn thing's going...

		CLOSE ON NUKE -- Smiles.  Winds.  Delivers.  A change up.

		THE BATTER SWINGS TERRIBLY OFF STRIDE -- Strike three.  Crash 
		whips the ball around the infield.

									CUT TO:

		SCOREBOARD: DURHAM 11, KINGSTON 0--TOP OF THE NINTH

						TEDDY THE RADIO MAN
				--top of the ninth, two outs, one 
				out away from a stunning two hit 
				shutout for LaLoosh...

									CUT TO:

		NUKE ON THE MOUND -- Bearing down.

						NUKE (VOICE OVER)
				Bear down, Meat, don't let up.  
				You own these guys.  Dad'll love 
				a shutout ...

		P.O.V.  CRASH FLASHES THE SIGN -- Nuke doesn't like it.

						NUKE
				No, no--this guy's looking for 
				heat--lemme give him the deuce--

		NUKE SHAKES OFF THE SIGN Cocky, full of himself.

									CUT TO:

		ANNIE AND JACKSON in her box seat.

						ANNIE
				Oh no--he's shaking off the sign, 
				Jackson.  Big mistake...

						JACKSON
				He'll learn.

									CUT TO:

		CLOSE ON CRASH BEHIND THE PLATE

						CRASH
				This son of a bitch is throwing a 
				two hit shutout and he's shaking 
				me off?!
					(to batter and umpire)
				Hey Charlie, here comes the deuce.

		NUKE WINDS AND DELIVERS -- A hanging curveball.  The batter 
		takes an ungodly cut, and BLASTS a long home.

		THE BATTER STANDS AT THE PLATE watching the blast...until 
		CRASH SHOVES HIM toward first with a sneer.  For a moment it 
		looks like there'll be a fight--but the hitter backs off and 
		takes the home run trot as:

		NUKE STARES AT THE OUTFIELD WALL as the batter circles the 
		bases.  Crash walks to the mound.

						NUKE
				You told him I was throwing a 
				deuce, right?

						CRASH
				Yep.  He really crushed that 
				dinger, didn't he.  Musta gone 
				450 feet...damn...

		NUKE HOLDS OUT HIS GLOVE -- Says nothing.  Crash puts a new 
		ball in the glove.  Returns to the plate.

		NUKE GETS THE SIGN -- Winds.  Delivers.  Batter hits a weak 
		one hopper back to the mound.  Game's over.

									CUT TO:

		INT.  MAXWELL'S BAR -- LATER -- NIGHT

		A raucous celebration of the victory.  Booze flows.

		And we begin hearing the familiar sounds of Piaf ...

									CUT TO:

		INT.  ANNIE'S HOUSE -- LATER -- NIGHT

		ANNIE COMES OUT OF THE BATHROOM -- Dressed in a long, flowing 
		nightgown, elegant and old fashioned.  She looks fabulous, 
		PRESENTING HERSELF to Nuke.

						ANNIE
				I'm yours.

						NUKE
				Y'know, Annie, I been thinking if 
				it works for one game, maybe it'll 
				work for a whole buncha games.

						ANNIE
				Breathing through your pingala 
				always works, honey--

						NUKE
				Not that.  I mean the re-channeling 
				of my sexual energy.
					(beat)
				Maybe we shouldn't make love for 
				awhile.

						ANNIE
				Now don't go overboard, I look 
				incredibly hot, right?

		She strikes a pose.  She does look hot.

						NUKE
				You know what it feels like to 
				throw a three hitter?
					(nervously, with 
					resolve)
				We better not fuck.

						ANNIE
				Nuke?!

						NUKE
				Just till I lose.

						ANNIE
				Get over here.

						NUKE
				No.

						ANNIE
				Ebby Calvin "Nuke" LaLoosh--

		She starts toward him--and Nuke flees.  Out the door, into 
		the night.  Annie slumps in disbelief.

								DISSOLVE TO:

		INT.  ANNIE'S BEDROOM -- NIGHT

		ANNIE SITS IN BED ALONE -- Lights a cigaret.  A puzzled 
		expression--things have got out of control.

						ANNIE (VOICE OVER CONT'D)
				Nuke was so encouraged that he 
				took a vow to not have sex until 
				they lost...

		Annie reaches over, opens a drawer in her nightstand, and 
		pulls out her baseball glove.  She cradles it fondly in her 
		lap, puts it on, pounds it gently...

						ANNIE (VOICE OVER CONT'D)
				Y'see a ballplayer on a streak 
				considers himself touched with 
				magic and he'll do anything to 
				keep from breaking the spell ...

									CUT TO:

		INT.  DURHAM BULL LOCKER ROOM -- DAY

		NUKE NEATLY UNFOLDS THE RED PANTIES in his locker.

						ANNIE (VOICE OVER CONT'D)
				In fact the whole team started 
				making religious connections and 
				everybody got hot.

		JOSE BLESSES THE BATS with a chicken bone cross.

		JIMMY READS THE BIBLE and prays alone in the corner.

									CUT TO:

		EXT.  DURHAM BASEBALL FIELD -- DAY

		PLAYERS TAKING GROUND BALLS and batting practice.

						ANNIE (VOICE OVER CONT'D)
				I figured Nuke would win a couple, 
				then lose, and things would get 
				back to normal ...

		PLAYERS PLAYING "FLIP" PEPPER like kids.

						ANNIE (VOICE OVER CONT'D)
				But it didn't happen like that...  
				and for one extraordinary June 
				and July, the Durham Bulls, for 
				whatever perverse reason, began 
				playing baseball with joy and 
				verve and poetry--

		NUKE WARMING UP in the bullpen, listening to Crash.

						ANNIE (VOICE OVER CONT'D)
				The two sides of my own brain 
				were all jumbled up and cross-
				wired...  while one side was being 
				neglected, the other was in 
				paradise watching our Bulls play 
				like Big Leaguers...

		MICKEY RIPS A TRIPLE UP THE ALLEY -- Slides into third.

		DEKE AND TOMMY TURN A SPECTACULAR DOUBLE PLAY

						ANNIE (VOICE OVER)
				We swept a four game series with 
				Kingston, back to back 
				doubleheaders with Winston-Salem, 
				and kicked the holy shit out of 
				Greensboro in a three game 
				series...

		SEVERAL PLAYERS SIGNING AUTOGRAPHS at a local mall.  A line 
		of kids to meet them.  A banner--MEET YOUR BULLS!

						ANNIE (VOICE OVER)
				They were in demand all over town--
				and Crash, who kept hitting 
				dingers, was approaching the minor 
				league record...  though I told 
				nobody.

		CRASH BLASTS ANOTHER HOME RUN -- Another win.

		JULY 4 PROMOTION -- LARRY, DEKE, TOMMY, AND JOSE dressed as 
		the "Spirit of 176 Drum and Fife Corps" at home plate, 
		surrounded by a Boy Scout Troop.

						ANNIE (VOICE OVER)
				After sweeping a July 4 
				doubleheader, the Durham Bulls 
				were tied for first.

		THE WIVES, THE GROUPIES, AND MILLIE WAIT for the players 
		outside the clubhouse following a game.

		ANNIE SITS ALONE IN HER BOX SEAT as the stadium empties.

						ANNIE (VOICE OVER)
				But beautiful as the winning streak 
				was, I was getting damn lonely.
					(beat)
				Something had to be done.  I needed 
				a man...

									CUT TO:

		EXT.  THE TEAM BUS ON THE ROAD BACK --DAY

		The sounds of Diana Ross and the Supremes.

		INT.  THE BUS -- DAY

		LARRY, DEKE, TOMMY AND MICKEY as the Supremes, singing "Stop 
		in the Name of Love" at the front of the bus.

						NUKE
				I love winning, Crash, you hear 
				me?  I love It.  Teach me 
				everything.

						CRASH
				It's time you started working on 
				your interviews.

						NUKE
				What do I gotta do?

						CRASH
				Learn your cliches.  Study them.
				Know them.  They're your friends.

		Crash hands Nuke a small pad and pen.

						CRASH
				Write this down.
					(beat)
				"We gotta play 'em one day at a 
				time."

						NUKE
				Boring.

						CRASH
				Of course.  That's the point.
					(beat)
				"I'm just happy to be here and 
				hope I can help the ballclub."

						NUKE
				Jesus.

						CRASH
				Write, write--"I just wanta give 
				It my best shot and, Good Lord 
				willing, things'll work out."

		NUKE STARTS WRITING them down.

						NUKE
				"...Good Lord willing, things'll 
				work out."

						CRASH
				Yep.  So how's Annie?

		Nuke looks up from his cliches, startled.

						NUKE
				She's getting steamed 'cause I'm 
				still re-channeling my sexual 
				energy--maybe I should cave in 
				and sleep with her once just to 
				calm her down.  What'ya think?

						CRASH
				You outta your mind?  If you give 
				in now you might start losing.
					(beat)
				Never fuck with a winning streak.

		Nuke nods seriously, listening to the master.

									CUT TO:

		EXT.  THE STADIUM PARKING LOT -- DAY

		THE BUS PULLS IN -- Wives and girlfriends are waiting.

		The players get off, greet their women.

		ANNIE GREETS NUKE -- They head for her Volvo..

		JIMMY STARTS ACROSS THE LOT on foot, dragging his luggage, 
		when Millie pulls up in her car.

						MILLIE
				Hi, Jimmy.  Want a ride?

						JIMMY
					(nervously)
				Have you accepted Jesus Christ as 
				your personal savior?

						MILLIE
				No.

						JIMMY
				Can I give you my testimony?

						MILLIE
				You can do anything you want.
					(a tiny grin)
				Hop in.

		JIMMY NERVOUSLY GETS IN WITH MILLIE They roar away.

									CUT TO:

		INT.  ANNIE'S KITCHEN -- DAY

		NUKE SITS AT THE TABLE -- He's just finished eating.

		Annie circles him.  A pot of soup on the stove.

						ANNIE
				I'm so proud of you and all the 
				guys.  Want some more soup?

						NUKE
				No, no, it was great.

						ANNIE
				How 'bout a back rub?

						NUKE
				No, that's okay.  All I need's a 
				little nap.

						ANNIE
				I'll tuck you in.

						NUKE
					(nervously)
				You can't seduce me.

						ANNIE
				I'm not gonna try to seduce you, 
				sweetie...

		ANNIE STRETCHES OUT HER LEG and lays it an the table.

						NUKE
				What's that?

		She pulls back her skirt slightly, exposing her garter snaps 
		attached to her stockings.

						ANNIE
				That's my leg.

						NUKE
				I know what it is.

						ANNIE
				I figure we could work on some 
				fundamentals even if we don't 
				make love.

		She strokes her leg.  Nuke stares fearfully.

						NUKE
				Fundamentals?

						ANNIE
				Sure.
					(beat)
				Unsnap my stockings.

		Nuke squirms, then reaches for her garter snaps.  And stops.

						NUKE
				Crash once called a woman's, uh--
				pussy--y'know how the hair kinda 
				makes a "V" shape?--

						ANNIE
				Yes I do...

						NUKE
				Well--he calls it the Bermuda 
				Triangle.  He said a man can get 
				lost in there and never be heard 
				from again.

						ANNIE
				What a nasty thing to say.

						NUKE
				He didn't mean it nasty.  He said 
				that gettin' lost and disappearing 
				from the face of the earth was 
				sometimes a good thing to do--
				especially like that.

						ANNIE
				Oh...
					(beat)
				Crash is a very smart man.  Now 
				c'mon, honey, give it a try.

		NUKE REACHES FOR THE GARTER SNAPS with two hands.  He fumbles, 
		groping awkwardly.  Annie stops him gently.

						ANNIE
				Watch...one hand--

		WITH A SINGLE HAND ANNIE FLICKS each snap.  Flick, flick, 
		flick.  Magic.  The snaps open effortlessly.

						NUKE
				oh.

		ANNIE RE-SNAPS THEM QUICKLY, offering her leg to Nuke.

						ANNIE
				Now you try.

		NUKE TRIES AGAIN -- One handed.  Awkwardly again, but--

						ANNIE
					(sighing sexually)
				Mmmmmmm...oh yes...

		BUT NUKE LEAPS TO HIS FEET -- Reacting vigorously, nervously, 
		desperately.  The soup crashes on the floor.

						NUKE
				No!  You're playing with my mind!

						ANNIE
				I'm trying to play with your body!

						NUKE
				I knew it--you're seducing me!

						ANNIE
				Of course I'm seducing you for 
				Godsakes, and I'm doing a damn 
				poor job of it--
					(beat)
				Aren't I pretty?

						NUKE
				I think you're real cute.

						ANNIE
				Cute?!  I hate cute!  Baby ducks 
				are cute!  I wanta be exotic and 
				mysterious!

						NUKE
				You're exotic and mysterious and 
				cute--that's why I better leave.

		Nuke starts to leave.

						ANNIE
				Nuke!  You got things all wrong!  
				There's no relation between sex 
				and baseball.  Ask Crash.

						NUKE
				I did.

						ANNIE
				What'd he say?

						NUKE
				He said if I gave in to you I'd 
				start losing again.

						ANNIE
				He did?

						NUKE
				I'll be back when we lose.

		NUKE HURRIES OUT THE DOOR -- Annie just stares.

									CUT TO:

		EXT.  THE DOWNTOWNER MOTEL -- DURHAM -- DAY

		A run of the mill cheap modern motel.

		INT.  CRASH'S ROOM AT THE MOTEL -- DAY

		CRASH WORKS ON HIS SWING in front of a mirror.

		A knock at the door.

						CRASH
				Come in.

		ANNIE ENTERS the room.  Crash stays with his stance.

						ANNIE
				Crash...I want you.

						CRASH
				Nuke won't go to bed with you, 
				eh?

						ANNIE
				He' s confused--

						CRASH
				Aren't we all?

						ANNIE
				Don't you think I'm pretty?

		Crash puts down the bat, and looks directly at her.  As he 
		does he picks up two spring loaded hand exercisers and begins 
		pumping them an he talks.

						CRASH
				You're gorgeous, God damn it!  
				From the moment I first saw you I 
				knew I had to have you.  I had to 
				have you!

						ANNIE
				I want to be had.

						CRASH
				I think of you and the "boy" all 
				the time.

						ANNIE
				He won't make love to me anymore.

						CRASH
				And he's right!  A ballplayer on 
				a streak has to respect the streak.
				They don't happen very often.
					(beat)
				You know how hard this game is?  
				If you believe you're playing 
				well because you're getting laid 
				or because you're not getting 
				laid or because you wore red silk 
				panties--then you are!
					(beat)
				And I still think Thomas Pynchon 
				is full of shit.

						ANNIE
				I want you desperately!

		Crash can hardly keep up.  So he slows her down--

						CRASH
				Who are you?  Do you have a job?

						ANNIE
				I teach part time at the Junior 
				College.  What if I told you I 
				was through with Nuke?  He learned 
				his lessons quickly and left me.

						CRASH
				And now you wanta teach me?

						ANNIE
				I don't imagine there's much I 
				could teach you.

						CRASH
				I doubt that.

						ANNIE
				Crash, I get wet just thinking 
				about you.

						CRASH
				I thought you wanted an 
				"uncomplicated" boy?

						ANNIE
				I'm ready for a complicated man.

						CRASH
				--and as soon as we lose a game, 
				he'll be back in your arms.

						ANNIE
				I said when I think about you, I 
				get wet.

						CRASH
				Annie, I think you should leave.

		Annie launches into a tirade without orchestration or self- 
		awareness.  She's frustrated, confused, angry and...

						ANNIE
				God damn you--what is happening?  
				Is there no man who'll have me?
					(beat)
				This is the weirdest season I 
				ever saw--the Durham Bulls can't 
				lose and I can't get laid!

						CRASH
					(softly)
				You okay?

		Annie slides against the wall down to the floor.  Tears flow.  
		Her makeup runs.  Her eyes are red.

						ANNIE
					(shakily)
				I need a drink.

		Crash gingerly helps her to her feet.

									CUT TO:

		INT.  MAXWELL'S BAR -- DAY

		ANNIE AND CRASH SIT IN THE CORNER of the empty bar.

						CRASH
				Why baseball?

						ANNIE
					(sighs)
				I was raised in a Baptist church 
				got dipped in the water when I 
				was 5-- born again before 
				kindergarten...by the time I was 
				10 I knew it was bullshit and at 
				15 I ran away from home...

		SHE SMILES at the most painful memories.

						ANNIE
				pregnant, had an abortion, got 
				pregnant again, had an abortion 
				again...gave up men.  Tried women.  
				Missed men.  My mother died.
					(beat)
				I bought a car for $200 and drove 
				to Ft. Lauderdale to bury her.
					(beat)
				And after we'd sung some hymns in 
				some wretched Florida funeral 
				home, I went outside and something 
				happened--

		Her tone becomes wistful, nostalgic.

						ANNIE
				The smell of cut grass in the 
				warm March air overwhelmed me and 
				I heard a noise--
					(makes the sound))
				--tok, tok, tok--and some men 
				shouting...then tok, tok, tok.

		Crash smiles slightly.  He knows.

						ANNIE
				I crossed the street--it was the 
				New York Yankees spring training 
				field--tok, tok, tok, was the 
				sound of a ball hitting a bat--
				and I sat in the warm bleachers 
				to think about my mother...
					(beat)
				And I saw him.

						CRASH
				Who?

						ANNIE
				Thurman Munson.
					(beat)
				He was covered with dirt and he 
				was fighting with everybody--it 
				was beautiful ...
					(beat)
				And he called the ump a cocksucker 
				and got thrown out of the game 
				even though it was an exhibition!
					(beat)
				So I stayed in the bleachers all 
				spring and gradually came to 
				understand what's so great about 
				baseball.

						CRASH
				What's so great about baseball?

						ANNIE
				If you know where home plate is, 
				then you know where 1st base is, 
				and 2nd, and everything else--
				'cause they're always in the same 
				place in relation to home.
					(beat)
				Don't you see?  If you know where 
				home plate is, then you know where 
				everything else in the universe 
				is!

		Silence.

						CRASH
				I don't know if I'd go that far.

						ANNIE
				It's true, It's true!
					(beat, down)
				Least it used to be true.  It 
				ain't possible that baseball's 
				not enough anymore, is it, Crash?

						CRASH
				It's possible.

						ANNIE
				No.

						CRASH
				Are you gonna be waking up next 
				to 20 year old ballplayers when 
				you're 60?

						ANNIE
				Well...I used to think that wasn't 
				the worst thing in the world to 
				look forward to.  Lately I'm not 
				so sure.

						CRASH
				Why not?

						ANNIE
					(angrily)
				Whatta you mean "why not"?  Are 
				you gonna play forever?!

		Before Crash can answer--

		SUDDENLY A VOICE interrupts.  They both turn to see:

		MILLIE EXCITEDLY DRAGGING JIMMY into the nearly empty bar.

		She leads him by the hand.

						MILLIE
				Annie, Annie!  There she is--we've 
				been looking all over for ya.  Hi 
				Crash.

		MILLIE LEADS JIMMY right up to their table.  And as they 
		hold hands.  Jimmy stands there shyly.

						MILLIE
				Well tell 'em, honey.

						JIMMY
					(nervously)
				We're getting married.

		MILLIE STICKS OUT HER LEFT HAND Displays a huge ring.

						ANNIE
				Omigawd, honey, I'm so happy for 
				you.

						MILLIE
				He's a virgin.

		Jimmy squirms defensively.

						JIMMY
				Wellyeah...
					(to Annie and Crash)
				I guess that probably seems pretty 
				corny to people like you.

						ANNIE
				Oh Jimmy, honey, I think it sounds 
				wonderful!

						MILLIE
				Annie, will you be the bride's 
				maid?

									CUT TO:

		EXT.  DURHAM STADIUM -- LATER -- NIGHT

		GAME IN PROGRESS -- Nuke on the mound.

		NUKE WINDS AND DELIVERS -- Very high.  Ball three.

									CUT TO:

		INSIDE THE DUGOUT -- Skip and Larry spitting tobacco.

						SKIP
				Nuke's overthrowing tonight, he 
				don't look loose.  Anything 
				bothering him?

						LARRY
				He said his chakras were jammed 
				and he was breathing out of the 
				wrong nostril.

						SKIP
					(spitting tobacco)
				Okay...

									CUT TO:

		BACK TO THE MOUND

		NUKE WINDS AND DELIVERS AGAIN -- Very high.  Ball four.

		CRASH IS QUICKLY to the mound.

						CRASH
				What's wrong?

						NUKE
				I'm nervous--my old man's here.

		NUKE MOTIONS -- They both look.

		--P.O.V.  NUKE'S FATHER SITTING in a special box seat.  The 
		man is 45, and is operating a home video camera taking 
		pictures of his son.

						CRASH
				Hey, he's just your father, man--
				he's as full of shit as anybody.

		TOMMY AND DEKE JOIN THEM at the mound.

						DEKE
				What the hell's going on?

						TOMMY
				You breathing through the wrong 
				fucking nostril again?

						DEKE
				Hey, you guys hear Jimmy and Millie 
				are engaged?!  Wait'll I tell him 
				she's gone down on half the 
				Carolina League--

						CRASH
					(threatening)
				Anybody says anything bad about 
				Millie, I'll break his neck.

						NUKE
				Hey, guys, I got a game to pitch.

		JOSE THE FIRST BASEMAN JOINS THEM ALL at the mound.

						JOSE
				Don't throw anything to me--my 
				girlfriend put a curse on my glove.

						NUKE
				I'll take the curse off the son 
				of a bitch!

						JOSE
				Then you got to cut the head off 
				a live rooster.

						NUKE
				Shit.

		MICKEY JOINS THE CROWD from third base.

						MICKEY
				Don't worry, man, this umpire's a 
				God damn racist.

		P.O.V.  THE UMPIRE -- He's black.

									CUT TO:

		THE DUGOUT -- SKIP AND LARRY watch the growing meeting.

						SKIP
				What the hell's going on out there?

						LARRY
				It's a damn convention.

						SKIP
				Check it out.

									CUT TO:

		THE MOUND -- Larry joins the convention.

						LARRY
				What the hell's going on out here?

						CRASH
				Nuke's scared cause his nostrils 
				are jammed and his old man's here, 
				we need a live rooster to take 
				the curse off Jose's glove, and 
				nobody knows what to get Jimmy 
				and Millie for their wedding 
				present--there's a whole lotta 
				shit we're trying to deal with--

						LARRY
				Oh.  I thought there was a problem.

									CUT TO:

		INT.  ANNIE'S HOUSE NIGHT

		ANNIE IS HELPING MILLIE make her WEDDING DRESS.  

		The game can be heard on the radio in the b.g.

						MILLIE
				You should be at the game.

						ANNIE
				No, no--I'm fine.  Millie, how 
				much time did you and Jimmy spend 
				together before he proposed?

		Annie holds the dress up to Millie.

						MILLIE
				Five hours.  We both just know.
					(studying the dress)
				Do you think I deserve to wear 
				white?

						ANNIE
				We all deserve to wear white.

		BOTH WOMEN TURN THEIR HEADS to the radio to listen.

						TEDDY THE RADIO MAN
				...line drive up the alley's gonna 
				score at least two, here comes 
				the relay--

									CUT TO:

		EXT.  DURHAM BALLPARK THE GAME NIGHT

		CRASH FLIPS HIS MASK -- A runner rounds third heading for 
		home.  Here comes the throw, on a line.  It hits once on the 
		infield grass, takes a long hop--

		AS THE RUNNER BARRELS TOWARD THE PLATE -- Crash takes the 
		throw.

		THE RUNNER SLIDES -- Crash blocks the plate.  A cloud of 
		dust.  A close play.

		THE UMPIRE SIGNALS "SAFE" -- And Crash flips out.  In a second 
		he is nose to nose with the UMPIRE.

						CRASH
				I got him on the knee!

						UMPIRE
				You missed him!

						CRASH
				God damn It, Jack, he still ain't 
				touched the plate.

		THEIR FACES ARE INCHES APART -- Screaming face to face.

						UMPIRE
				Don't bump me.

						CRASH
				It was a cocksucking call!

						UMPIRE
				Did you call me a cocksucker?

						CRASH
				No!  I said It was a cock-sucking 
				call and you can't run me for 
				that!

						UMPIRE
				You missed the tag!

						CRASH
				You spit on me!

						UMPIRE
				I didn't spit on you!

						CRASH
				You're in the wrong business, 
				Jack--you're Sears-Roebuck 
				material!

						UMPIRE
				You're close, Crash, you want me 
				to run you?  I'll run you!

						CRASH
				You want me to call you a 
				cocksucker?!

						UMPIRE
				Try it!  Go ahead.  Call me a 
				cocksucker!

						CRASH
				Beg me!

						UMPIRE
				Call me a cocksucker and you're 
				outta here!

						CRASH
				Beg me again!

						UMPIRE
				Call me a cocksucker and you're 
				outta here!

						CRASH
				You're a cocksucker!

						UMPIRE
				You're outta here!

		THE UMP THEATRICALLY THROWS CRASH out of the game.

									CUT TO:

		INT.  ANNIE'S HOUSE -- SIMULTANEOUS

		ANNIE AND MILLIE STARE at the radio.

						TEDDY ON THE RADIO
				...I've never seen Crash so angry 
				and frankly, Bull fans, he used a 
				certain word that's a "no-no" 
				with umpires...

						MILLIE
				Crash musta called the guy a 
				cocksucker

						ANNIE
				God, he's so romantic...

									CUT TO:

		INT.  THE SHOWERS NIGHT

		CRASH STANDS AGAINST the water, letting it stream across 
		him.  He raises a can of beer to his lips, drinks it slowly 
		in the shower.

		As the water runs over Crash...

						ANNIE (VOICE OVER)
				When Crash got throwed out, the 
				game got out of hand...  
					(beat)
				...Jose made three errors with 
				his cursed mitt...

		JOSE BOOTS A GROUND BALL -- A runner scores.

						ANNIE (VOICE OVER)
				Nuke never quite got in the groove 
				though he didn't pitch bad...  

		NUKE JUST MISSES WITH A PITCH -- Ball four.

						ANNIE (VOICE OVER)
				...and the winning streak came to 
				an end with a 3-2 loss...  
					(beat)
				The good news was that a man was 
				about to come calling...the bad 
				news was--it was the wrong guy.

								DISSOLVE TO:

		INT.  ANNIE'S LIVING ROOM NIGHT

		AS PIAF PLAYS on the stereo--A knock at the door.

		ANNIE GOES TO THE DOOR -- Then refuses to answer it at first.  
		She hides in a corner.  Bites her fist.

						NUKE'S VOICE
				Annie!  You gotta be in there--I 
				can hear that crazy Mexican singer!

		Annie smiles slightly, and opens the door.  

						NUKE
				We lost.  

						ANNIE
				it's okay..

		She opens the door fully.  Nuke's father stands there.

						NUKE
				I'd like you to meet my father.

						ANNIE
					(surprised)
				Oh--won't YOU come in?

									CUT TO:

		INT.  ANNIE'S HOUSE

		AS THEY ENTER -- She leads them into the kitchen.

						NUKE'S FATHER
				Ebby's told me a lot about you.

						ANNIE
				Uh oh...
					(beat)
				Can I offer you some coffee?

		THE KITCHEN -- CONTINUOUS -- NIGHT

		She puts a pot of water with a swirl of graciousness.

						NUKE'S FATHER
				Yeah...Ebby tells me you're a 
				very spiritual woman.  He tells 
				me you've taught him a lot about 
				discipline and self-control.

		Annie and Nuke exchange glances.  Nuke smiles.

						ANNIE
				He's a good student.

						NUKE'S FATHER
				We were worried that Ebby might 
				get involved with the wrong crowd 
				in professional baseball--we're 
				so pleased, he met a Christian 
				woman.

						ANNIE
				Praise the Lord, eh?  

		The Piaf record begins skipping in the next room.

						ANNIE
				Oh my--I better fix that.  Ebby 
				will you help me?  I'm no good 
				with mechanical things

		Nuke picks up his cue and follows her to:

		THE LIVING ROOM -- CONTINUOUS--- NIGHT

		Annie fixes the record.

						NUKE
				I couldn't dump my old man but 
				maybe later I can sneak away from 
				him...

						ANNIE
				You don't have to...

						NUKE
				I'm starting to understand what 
				you're teaching me.  I mean the 
				panties and the nostrils and all 
				that shit...I mean I'm getting it--

						ANNIE
				So am I.  Nuke, honey, we need to 
				talk-- 

		Nuke gets very aggressive and playful, pinning her.

						NUKE
				Aw hell, let's have a quickie 
				right here--

						ANNIE
				--but you're father's in there!

						NUKE
				Crash says I gotta quit worrying 
				about him--c'mon, honey, we got a 
				lotta catching up to do--

		He pins her to the wall, she squirms away.

						ANNIE
				Nuke--we do need to talk!

									CUT TO:

		BACK IN THE KITCHEN

		Nuke's father is studying pictures on Annie's wall.

		CLOSE ON A HELMUT NEWTON PHOTO -- A nude woman, two afghans, 
		and a toilet.

		CLOSE ON A PHOTO OF SWAMI PRABHAVANANDA YOGANDA

		CLOSE ON A POSTER OF A MARIJUANA LEAF with the inscription 
		"Better Living Through Mexican Agriculture".

		Nuke's father is a bit unsettled by all this, when:

		The phone rings.

		ANNIE SWEEPS BACK into the kitchen--saved by the bell--to 
		answer the phone.  Nuke trails.

						ANNIE
					(on phone)
				Hello?  Skip?  Yeah, as a matter 
				of fact, he is here.

		She hands the phone to Nuke.

						ANNIE
				It's Skip, for you.

						NUKE (ON PHONE)
				Yeah, Skip, it's me.
					(several beats)
				Jeez...Jeez...God...Jeez...

		Nuke hangs up the phone.  Looks at Annie and his father.

						NUKE
				I'm going to the Show.  
					(beat)
				They're sending me up to finish 
				out the season with the Big Club.  
				I'm going to the Show!

		NUKE'S FATHER LEAPS TO HIS FEET and embraces his son.

						NUKE'S FATHER
				Let's have a quick word of prayer, 
				right here, to thank the Lord for 
				all this--

						ANNIE
				Oh let's not...

						NUKE
				I gotta leave first thing in the 
				morning.

						ANNIE
				That's great!

						NUKE
				How can I possibly thank you?

		He embraces her rather formally.

						ANNIE
				Just pitch well and do good.

		Nuke hustles his father out of the house.

						NUKE
				I will, I will--C'mon, Dad, I'll 
				dump you off.  I gotta find Crash.

		As they exit, Nuke's father turns to Annie:

						NUKE'S FATHER
				God bless you.

						ANNIE
					(to herself)
				She will, Mr.  LaLoosh, she will 
				...

		ANNIE SITS DOWN in a kitchen chair.  An enormous sigh.

									CUT TO:

		EXT.  THE DOWNTOWNER MOTEL -- NIGHT

		Nuke knocks on Crash's door.  Nobody home.  Tony is arriving 
		with his GROUPIE GIRLFRIEND to the next room.

						TONY
				Crash ain't there.  He never gets 
				back till four or five--

						NUKE
				Where does he go?

						TONY
				Well, I'd rather not say.

						NUKE
				They called me up to the Show and 
				I wanta tell Crash goodbye.

		TONY COMES OVER AND GIVES NUKE a heartfelt "five".

						TONY
				Goddamn, that's great!  Jesus!
					(beat)
				Listen, Crash don't like anybody 
				to know it but--
					(beat)
				Most nights he goes down to, you 
				know, down to Niggertown.  To 
				Sandy's...  the whorehouse.

						NUKE
				He goes to a whorehouse every 
				night?

						TONY
				Don't tell him I told you--he'd 
				break my neck.

		CLOSE ON NUKE -- Disturbed.

									CUT TO:

		EXT.  THE BLACK SECTION OF DURHAM -- NIGHT

		A CAB MOVES SLOWLY through a poor neighborhood.  Stops at:

		AN OLD HOUSE -- Decades of ad hoc add-ons.

						BLACK CABBIE
				That's Sandy's.  Keep your extra 
				cash In your shoes.

		NUKE GETS OUT and goes to the door.

									CUT TO:

		EXT.  SANDY'S WHOREHOUSE -- NIGHT

		NUKE KNOCKS AT THE DOOR -- A small barred window opens.

		A face appears--a TOUGH BLACK, SANDY, 50.

						SANDY
				What'you want, kid?

						NUKE
				Jim looking for somebody.

						SANDY
				Who ain't?

						NUKE
				Looking for Crash Davis.

						SANDY
				Ain't here.

						NUKE
				I'm Nuke LaLoosh.  With the Bulls.

						SANDY
					(studying him)
				Your breaking ball's getting better 
				but ya need a change up.

		The door opens.  Nuke enters.

									CUT TO:

		INT.  SANDY'S WHOREHOUSE -- NIGHT

		NUKE ENTERS TENTATIVELY -- Another world.  Grim.  Sleazy.

		The Doorman leads him down a hallway full of doors.  A BLACK 
		PROSTITUTE enters a room with a HUGE REDNECK.  As they go 
		down the hallway, and as they do:

		We begin hearing singing--raucous, soulful, drunk.

		NUKE STOPS IN A DOORWAY -- Looks into the "waiting room".

		--P.O.V.  SEVERAL HOOKERS in various stages of undress, sit 
		on couches and chairs.  Bored, smoking, ancient.  The ONE 
		WHITE HOOKER, a skinny 25 year old, accompanies on a guitar, 
		struggling to keep up.  And a couple HOOKERS are hanging 
		around a piano that--

		CRASH IS PLAYING and singing.  He doesn't look up.  Crash Is 
		dressed but barefoot.  A cigaret dangles from his mouth as 
		he accompanies himself with decent cocktail lounge chords.

		Two Hookers at the piano hum along.

						CRASH (SINGING AND PLAYING)
				But when she does get weary--Try 
				a little tenderness...

		NUKE STEPS INTO THE ROOM -- All the Hookers rise in 
		anticipation of a new customer.  Crash keeps playing, never 
		looking up.

						CRASH (SINGING CONT'D)
				You know she's waiting, just 
				anticipating, the things that 
				she'll never possess...
					(beat)
				While she's there waiting--Try a 
				little tenderness...

		Nuke interrupts the instrumental passage:

						NUKE
				Crash.  I'm going to the Show.

		Crash Ignores him, keeps playing.

						NUKE
				Club's expanding its roster to
				finish the season--

						CRASH
				Shut up.  I'm playing.
					(singing last 8 bars)
				Oh you won't regret it, young 
				girls don't forget it, lost in 
				their own wilderness ...
					(beat)
				But it's all so easy--Just try a 
				little tenderness...

		As Crash plays on--

						NUKE
				I'm going to the Show.

						CRASH
				Then go.

		NUKE GRABS CRASH by the hair and jerks him to his feet.  The 
		two men are face to face.

						NUKE
				I'm trying to thank you.

						CRASH
				Let go of me!

		NUKE LETS HIM GO and Crash staggers drunkenly against the 
		piano, regaining his balance as:

		SANDY RUSHES IN WITH A GUN to break it up.

						SANDY
				He makin' trouble for you, Mr.  
				Davis?

						CRASH
				No, no, Sandy, put it down.
					(drunkenly, to Nuke)
				Nuke, you know Sandy Grimes?  Hit 
				.367 at Louisville in 155.

						SANDY
				I hit .371.

						CRASH
				He hit .371--C'mon, Nuke--you and 
				me, let's step outside and settle 
				this.

						NUKE
				Settle what?

						CRASH
				C ' mon!

						NUKE
				I don't wanta fight you, I wanta 
				thank you.  Let's have a drink 
				and forget this--

						CRASH
				God damn it, you fucking virgin 
				prick--step outside.

		Crash drunkenly heads out the back door in his underwear.  
		Nuke reluctantly follows.

									CUT TO:

		EXT.  THE ALLEY BEHIND THE WHOREHOUSE -- NIGHT

		Several of the Hookers follow to watch.  Crash is drunk and 
		lost.  Nuke in control.

						NUKE
				C'mon, we got nothin' to fight 
				about.

						CRASH
				You fuck!

						NUKE
				Why am I a fuck?

						CRASH
				Why are you a fuck?  
					(beat)
				'Cause you got talent.  I got 
				brains.  But you got talent!  
				You're God damn left arm is worth 
				a million dollars a year.
					(drunken insight)
				All my limbs put together are 
				worth 7 cents a pound--and that's 
				for science and dog meat.

						NUKE
				You're a great catcher.

						CRASH
				Come over here into the light so 
				I can kick your ass.

						NUKE
				No.

						CRASH
				Okay, I'll kick your ass there.

		Crash takes a step toward Nuke.  Pulls up his bare feet 
		quickly, stepping on a sharp stone.

						CRASH
				...God damn...I forgot my fucking 
				shoes.  Honey, go get my shoes.

		One of the Hookers goes inside for his shoes.

						NUKE
				I'll take you back to the hotel.

						CRASH
					(drunken, mad)
				You know what the difference Is 
				between hitting .250 and hitting 
				.300?  1 got it figured out.
					(beat)
				Twenty-five hits a year in 500 at 
				bats is 50 points.  Okay?  There's 
				6 months in a season, that's about 
				25 weeks--you get one extra flare 
				a week--just one--a gork, a ground 
				ball with eyes, a dying quail--
				just one more dying quail a week 
				and you're in Yankee Stadium!

									CUT TO:

		INT.  THE WHOREHOUSE -- CONTINUOUS

		THE HOOKER FINDS CRASH'S SHOES -- Starts to bring them out 
		to him when...she notices cash in one of them.  The Hooker 
		takes a few bills for herself, and continues out--

									CUT TO:

		BACK IN THE ALLEY -- Crash finishes his tirade as:

		THE HOOKER COMES OUT WITH CRASH'S SHOES 

		He struggles drunkenly to put them on.

						NUKE
				Forget it.  You ain't worth 
				thanking--

		NUKE STARTS TO WALK AWAY -- Crash fires his one free shoe at 
		Nuke hitting him in the back of the head.

		NUKE WHIRLS -- Comes after Crash.

						CRASH
				Come on, Meat...

		CRASH SWINGS WILDLY -- Nuke ducks it and level s Crash with 
		a short right hand.

		CRASH CRASHES INTO SOME GARBAGE CANS -- Lies there on his 
		back for several beats.  Nuke stares.

		CLOSE ON CRASH -- Blood trickles from his mouth.

						CRASH
				Nuke...tell me something.  Did 
				you hit me with your right or 
				your left?

						NUKE
				My right.

		Silence.  Crash's next line is both drunk and sober and we 
		don't know if he's just being clever or if, somehow, he's 
		staged It all.  Maybe even he doesn't know.

						CRASH
				Good.  Good.  That's terrific...

						NUKE
				What?

						CRASH
				If ya get in a fight with some 
				asshole, never hit his with your 
				pitching hand.  ya might get 
				injured.
					(smiles)
				That's another lesson for ya--now 
				quit fucking around and help me 
				up.

		CRASH REACHES UP A HAND FOR HELP -- Nuke stares back.

		AND FINALLY NUKE REACHES DOWN AND HELPS CRASH to his feet.

						NUKE
				Ya look like shit.

		The two men head inside.

									CUT TO:

		EXT.  DURHAM STADIUM -- NEXT MORNING -- EARLY

		NUKE'S PORSCHE -- The Clubhouse Boy drags Nuke's out to the 
		car and loads the trunk.  Annie, Larry and a COUPLE KIDS AND 
		DOGS are watching.

									CUT TO:

		INT.  THE LOCKER ROOM -- CONTINUOUS -- DAY

		NUKE CLEANS OUT HIS LOCKER -- Filling his travel bag.

		Crash sits on a stool next to him.  Sober.

						CRASH
				Sorry about last night.

						NUKE
				Forget it.

						CRASH
				I have been known, on occasion, 
				to howl at the moon.  D'you 
				understand that?

						NUKE
				No.

						CRASH
				You will.
					(beat)
				Look, Nuke--these Big League 
				hitters are gonna light you up 
				like a pin ball machine for awhile--
				don't worry about it.  Be cocky 
				and arrogant even when you're 
				getting beat.  That's the secret.
					(beat)
				You gotta play this game with 
				fear and arrogance.

						NUKE
				Fear and ignorance.

						CRASH
					(raging)
				No.  Fear and arrogance, you, 
				hayseed, not ignorance!

						NUKE
					(smiles calmly)
				I know.  I just like to see you 
				get all worked up.

		Crash calms down.  Sighs.  Nuke nods and picks up his bags.

						NUKE
					(knows it's not true)
				Well, I got Annie all warmed up 
				for ya...
					(knows it is true)
				She's just waiting for you to 
				show up, y'know...

						CRASH
				I don't need a crazy woman in my 
				life.

						NUKE
				Maybe you do.
					(quick beat)
				Y'know I'm starting to like this 
				game--baseball's a helluva good 
				way to make a living.

		Crash speaks with quiet passion, from his soul.

						CRASH
				It's the best, Nuke...the absolute 
				fucking best.

						NUKE
				Yeah, thanks for everything.

		They shake hands, and Nuke heads out the door.

						CRASH
				Nuke--
					(Nuke stops)
				Good luck.

						NUKE
				You too...Meat.

		Nuke smiles.  A little arrogance and fear.

									CUT TO:

		EXT.  DURHAM STADIUM -- CONTINUOUS DAY

		NUKE TOSSES HIS BAG in the Porsche and motions to Annie.  
		They step away from the others.

						ANNIE
				Well I guess this is it.

						NUKE
					(smiles)
				I won't be needing these anymore.

		NUKE PULLS ANNIE'S RED PANTIES from his jacket pocket.

		The frilly, silk lace is tattered.  The panties have been 
		through the mill.  She accepts them graciously.

						ANNIE
				Neither will I.

						NUKE
				I think I'm ready for the Show.

						ANNIE
				Ebby Calvin Nuke LaLoosh--don't 
				think too much.

						NUKE
				Don't worry.

		They look at each other awkwardly, sweetly, and:

		NUKE KISSES ANNIE GENTLY ON THE LIPS -- They hesitate, and 
		Nuke heads for his Porsche.

		CRASH ARRIVES IN THE DOORWAY to watch.  Nuke bids farewell 
		to his father and climbs into his car.

						NUKE
				I gotta go now, Dad.

						FATHER
				I was thinking I could fly up and 
				spend a week in the Big Leagues 
				with you--help you get comfortable.

						NUKE
				No.  If I screw up, I wanta do it 
				alone.  I'll call.

						FATHER
				We'll be praying for you.

						NUKE
				Dad--if my curveball is hanging, 
				God ain't gonna help me.

						FATHER
				We'll pray anyway.

						NUKE
					(kindly)
				If it makes you and mom feel 
				better, go for it.  I gotta run--

		THEY SHAKE HANDS, AND:

		CRASH'S P.O.V.  -- NUKE ROARS AWAY in his Porsche, leaving a 
		trail of dust in the Stadium parking lot.

								DISSOLVE TO:

		EXT.  DURHAM STADIUM -- DUSK

		MILLIE AND JIMMY'S WEDDING -- A formal wedding on the 
		pitcher's mound.  Millie in white.  Jimmy in his uniform.  
		Skip is the best man, also in uniform, and several players 
		and groupies are the attendants, Annie as the Bride's Maid.

		Organ music plays the wedding march.

		JIMMY LIFTS MILLIE'S VEIL and kisses her.  The stands are 
		full of fans.

		JIMMY LEADS MILLIE DOWN THE "AISLE" towards home plate.

								DISSOLVE TO:

		EXT.  DURHAM STADIUM -- GAME IN PROGRESS -- NIGHT

		CLOSE ON SCOREBOARD -- Ninth inning.  Durham is leading by a 
		score of 1 to 0.  Two outs.

		JIMMY IS PITCHING -- He delivers.  The batter rockets a line 
		drive up the alley.  A PENINSULA RUNNER races from first, 
		rounding third, trying to score.  A relay.

		CRASH WAITS AT THE PLATE -- Here comes the runner.  Here 
		comes the throw.  A close play.  A terrible collision.

		Crash goes rolling.  The umpire waits--and in a cloud of 
		dust, Crash holds up the ball.

		THE CROWD ROARS -- Jimmy jumps victoriously in the air.

									CUT TO:

		INT.  THE LOCKER ROOM -- NIGHT

		The air of victory.  The mood is up and goofy.  Beer cans 
		are squirted at Jimmy, the groom.

						JIMMY
				I wanta thank everybody and the 
				Lord for the victory, it's a 
				wonderful way to celebrate my 
				marriage--and I guess we're all 
				back on a winning streak, eh?l A 
				few raucous "Fuckin A's" from the 
				team.

						TONY
				Hey, Jimmy--we chipped in and 
				kind got a little gift for ya of 
				a special wedding cake from the 
				Durham Bulls.

		DEKE CARRIES OUT AN WEDDING CAKE -- It's X-Rated.  The 
		decorative Bride and Groom are fucking.  Jimmy's embarrassed 
		but it's all good natured.

									CUT TO:

		CRASH COMING OUT OF THE SHOWER -- Toweling off, watching the 
		innocent, vulgar fun.  He sits down in front of his locker, 
		drying his hair, when the CLUBHOUSE BOY approaches:

						CLUBHOUSE BOY
				Hey, Crash--Skip wants to see ya.

		CRASH RISES AND HEADS FOR SKIP'S CUBICLE -- Wearing only a 
		towel and his shower shoes.

									CUT TO:

		INSIDE SKIP'S OFFICE -- Skip and Larry sit in postgame 
		routine, checking charts, smoking, half dressed.

		CRASH ENTERS as he's still drying off.

						CRASH
				Yeah, Skip, you wanted to see me?

						SKIP
				Crash, shut the door.

		And it hits him.  Crash looks at Skip, who looks down at the 
		floor, unwilling to face Crash who then looks at Larry, who 
		also looks away nervously.

		CRASH SHUTS THE DOOR -- The party rages beyond.

						SKIP
					(heartfelt)
				This is the toughest job a manager 
				has...

		CLOSE ON CRASH -- He's been in the game too long to be 
		surprised; nonetheless, he's surprised.  And hurt.  His 
		stoicism is professional.

						SKIP
				The organization wants to make a 
				change...now that Nuke's gone 
				they wanta bring up some young 
				catcher...

						LARRY
				Some kid hittin' .300 in Lynchburg 
				...probably a bust.

						SKIP
				I put in a word for you with the 
				organization--told 'em I thought 
				you'd make a fine minor league 
				manager someday...Might be an 
				opening at Salem next year--

		EXTREME CLOSE UP ON CRASH -- His eyes are moist.

						SKIP
				Helluva year, Crash--you know how 
				it is.

		Silence.

		Crash stands there nearly nude.  He just nods slightly.  
		Without rancor or bitterness, he turns and re-enters the 
		raucous locker room.

									CUT TO:

		EXT.  STREETS OF DURHAM -- NIGHT

		CRASH WALKS THE STREETS ALONE -- Crash stops in front of a 
		window and takes his batting stroke, studying the reflection.

		And he keeps walking into:

									CUT TO:

		EXT/INT.  CHEAP BAR IN DOWNTOWN DURHAM -- NIGHT

		CRASH DRINKING ALONE at the end of a bar.

									CUT TO:

		EXT.  STREETS OF DURHAM -- NIGHT

		CRASH WANDERS ALONG into the residential neighborhoods.

		HE STARTS ACROSS A QUIET INTERSECTION Stops.  Looks at the 
		street signs.  He CHANGES DIRECTION, walks on.

									CUT TO:

		EXT.  ANNIE'S HOUSE -- NIGHT

		The windows glow.  After midnight.

		CRASH STARES AT THE HOUSE -- Hesitates, then walks up the 
		porch stairs.  Knocks at the door.  Moments later:

		ANNIE OPENS THE DOOR -- She looks beautiful.  Almost as if 
		she was expecting him.  At first, silence.  Then:

						CRASH
				I got released.

						ANNIE
				I heard already.

		SHE OPENS THE DOOR -- Crash enters Annie's house.

									CUT TO:

		INT.  ANNIE'S HOUSE -- NIGHT

		ANNIE PUTS ON her favorite Piaf record.

		ANNIE POURS A DRINK for both of them.

		CRASH PUTS A HAND ON HER HIP -- Annie closes her eyes, a 
		tiny gasp.  He kisses her forehead.  She kisses his neck.  A 
		tiny smile from Crash.  The same from Annie.

		SHE KISSES HIM on the corner of his mouth.  Her hand finds 
		the back of his head and she runs her fingers through his 
		hair.

		CRASH RESPONDS -- They kiss slowly, deeply.  As--

		HIS HAND ON HER HIP PULLS UP HER SKIRT -- By degrees, the 
		skirt is raised up her stocking covered leg.  At last exposing 
		the beloved-

		BLACK GARTER SNAPS -- Crash's hand expertly holds up the 
		skirt and effortlessly UNSNAPS THE GARTER with a minimum of 
		effort.

		FLICK, FLICK, FLICK -- The garter snaps are free.

						ANNIE
				Oh my...

								DISSOLVE TO:

		THE BEDROOM -- Crash carries Annie to the bed.

								DISSOLVE TO:

		ANNIE'S FOOT KICKS OVER A LAMP onto the floor.

								DISSOLVE TO:

		ANNIE'S BLOUSE FRONT -- Flick, flick, flick.  Crash unbuttons 
		it with one hand in seconds.  Even Annie is startled with 
		the speed and ease of Crash's hand.

								DISSOLVE TO:

		HER HAND SLIDES UNDER THE WAISTBAND of his underwear

								DISSOLVE TO:

		HIS HAND SLIDES UP UNDER HER panties.

								DISSOLVE TO:

		A FULL EMBRACE ON THE EDGE OF THE BED -- Remnants of clothes 
		cover parts of their bodies.  They tumble out of control to 
		the floor.

								DISSOLVE TO:

		ANNIE'S HAND GRABS ONTO A DRESSER LEG -- A carved oak antique, 
		her hand holds on tight and shakes the dresser.

								DISSOLVE TO:

		THE DRESSER TOP SHAKES -- Makeup bottles and pictures and 
		dozens of Annie's special things rattle and fall

								DISSOLVE TO:

		ANNIE'S READ RESTS ON CRASH'S STOMACH -- Post coital, they 
		lie on the floor blissfully as Piaf finishes.

								DISSOLVE TO:

		ANNIE CHANGES THE RECORD to Hank Williams.

												DISSOLVE:

		THE KITCHEN -- ANNIE AND CRASH eat an after mid after sex 
		snack.  Crash eats a bowl of Wheaties.  They each wear one 
		of her robes.

												DISSOLVE"

		Annie sits, munching a carrot and rolling a joint of marijuana 
		she keeps in a Victorian jewel box.

						ANNIE
				...  so you see in a former 
				lifetime I'm sure that I was 
				Alexandria, the Czarette of Russia?  
				What do you think?

						CRASH
				How come in former lifetimes, 
				everybody was someone famous?  
					(beat)
				How come nobody ever says they 
				were Joe Schmo?

						ANNIE
				It doesn't work like that.
					(stares at him)
				God, you're gorgeous.  Want to 
				dance?

		THEY KISS AGAIN -- And fall gradually onto the table top.

								DISSOLVE TO:

		ANNIE SITS ON TOP OF CRASH lying on the kitchen table.

		He stretches out a leg and:

		KICKS THE BOWL OF CEREAL to the floor.  It smashes--

		ceramics, milk, cereal go everywhere.  As:

		THEY START MAKING LOVE AGAIN in the glaring kitchen light.

								DISSOLVE TO:

		CRASH AND ANNIE DANCE in her living room.

								DISSOLVE TO:

		THE BEDROOM -- Crash is handcuffed to the bed.  He seems 
		perfectly happy as Annie reads Walt Whitman.

						ANNIE
				...mouth, tongue, lips, teeth, 
				roof of the mouth, jaws, and the 
				jaw hinges...

								DISSOLVE TO:

		ANNIE HANDCUFFED TO THE BED -- Crash reads.

						CRASH
				...wrist and wrist joints, hand, 
				palm, knuckles, thumb, fore-finger, 
				finger-joints, finger-nail...

								DISSOLVE TO:

		CRASH AT ANNIE'S RECORD COLLECTION -- He thumbs through it 
		quickly, puts on a new record.

		The Dominoes sing "Sixty Minute Man".  And...

								DISSOLVE TO:

		THE BATHROOM -- Candlelight around the bathtub.  All we can 
		make out is two heads, two bodies, sloshing wildly In the 
		dim glow.  Water splashes, dowses some candles.

								DISSOLVE TO:

		CRASH AND ANNIE IN BED READING -- Each with a copy of a Thomas 
		Pynchon novel.  Crash tosses it aside.  And disappears under 
		the sheets, playing with her as she struggles to keep reading.  
		She puts down the book.

								DISSOLVE TO:

		ANNIE APPLYING EYE MAKEUP TO CRASH -- Who doesn't resist, 
		seems even amused.  He kisses her deeply, slowly.  She kisses 
		him back.  They fall onto the bed.

								DISSOLVE TO:

		P.O.V.  OUT THE KITCHEN WINDOW -- Dawn.  A bird chirps.

		And we hear a record skipping, repeating endlessly.

		PAN ACROSS THE KITCHEN -- Overturned chairs, spilled and 
		broken cereal bowls, liquor bottles.

		PAN ACROSS THE BEDROOM -- A disaster.  Clothes scattered 
		across the floor, overturned lamps, the bed lies at a cockeyed 
		angle.  Annie and Crash lie face down -- asleep, utterly 
		spent.

		CRASH WAKES UP SLOWLY -'Reaches up and pulls his underwear 
		off of a lampshade, pulls them on, and gets slowly out of 
		bed.  He staggers across the bedroom floor, stumbling a bit, 
		into:

		THE LIVING ROOM -- He stumbles across the trashed room.  
		Record album covers, more liquor bottles, pillows, cushions, 
		pictures hanging crookedly on the wall.

		CRASH TAKES THE SKIPPING RECORD off the player and breathes 
		a sigh of relief.  He sees his pants lying on the floor and 
		pulls them on.

		CRASH OPENS A DRAWER -- Pulls out a piece of paper and a 
		pencil.  He starts writing...

								DISSOLVE TO:

		INT.  THE BEDROOM -- LATER

		Sun streams in.  Annie opens her eyes.  Rubs them.  Reaches 
		over for Crash.  Her hand hits a note.  She whirls.  He's 
		gone.  Only a note.

		SHE SITS UP WITH A START and reads the note.

						ANNIE (VOICE OVER)
				Crash said he had to get an early 
				start to drive to Asheville in 
				the South Atlantic League where 
				he heard they might need a catcher 
				to finish out the season...

		ZOOM IN EXTREME CLOSE UP OF NOTE -- "Love, Crash".

									CUT TO:

		EXT.  GREAT SMOKY MOUNTAINS -- DAY

		CRASH IN HIS CAR heading for Asheville.

									CUT TO:

		EXT.  ASHEVILLE BASEBALL PARK -- DAY

		CRASH KNOCKING ON THE BASEBALL OFFICE DOOR -- Looking for 
		work.

									CUT TO:

		INT.  ASHEVILLE LOCKER ROOM -- DAY

		CRASH UNLOADING HIS GEAR Into yet another locker.

									CUT TO:

		INT.  ANNIE'S KITCHEN -- DAY

		ANNIE SCRUBBING HER KITCHEN FLOOR -- Down on her hands and 
		knees, picking up the broken cereal bowl.

						ANNIE (VOICE OVER CONT'D)
				The house smelled like sex for 
				days.  It was wonderful.  The 
				only real cleaning I did was on 
				the kitchen floor 'cause who likes 
				to walk on spilt cereal?  

		SHE FINDS A BIT OF A JOINT on the floor as she's cleaning.  
		She picks it up, sits on the floor under the table, and lights 
		the tiny joint.

						ANNIE (VOICE OVER CONT'D)
				The funny thing is, I stopped 
				worrying about Nuke.  Somehow I 
				knew nothing would stop him.  
				Crash was right--Nuke had a gift.

								DISSOLVE TO:

		EXT.  INSIDE A MAJOR LEAGUE STADIUM (ATLANTA) -- DAY

		NUKE IN STREET CLOTHES IN THE DUGOUT of an empty stadium.  
		50,000 seats.  Slick.  Awesome.  He's being interviewed by a 
		BIG LEAGUE REPORTER, who has a small tape deck and has stuck 
		mike in Nuke's face.

						NUKE
					(like a big leaguer)
				Y'know, I'm just happy to be here 
				and hope I can help the ballclub.  
				I just want to give it my best 
				shot and good Lord willing, 
				things'll work out...  gotta play 
				'em one day at a time, Y'know...

		THE BIG LEAGUE REPORTER nods attentively as Nuke knowingly 
		delivers the cliches like a veteran.

								DISSOLVE TO:

		EXT.  ASHEVILLE STADIUM -- DAY

		In sharpest contrast to the Big League stadium, a rickety 
		old wooden grandstand, carved into the pine covered hillside.

		CRASH STEPS TO THE PLATE -- In a uniform we've never seen 
		him in, of course.  The Asheville Tourists.  He picks up 
		some dirt, rubs it on his hands.  He's as intense as ever.  
		Still playing for keeps.

						CRASH (VOICE OVER)
					(at the plate)
				C'mon, Meat, throw me that weak 
				ass shit--c'mon, bring the heat, 
				bring it, bring it...

		CRASH'S P.O.V.  -- SLO-MO AS THE PITCHER WINDS AND

		delivers a fastball right down the pipe.

									CUT TO:

		INT.  ANNIE'S BEDROOM -- AFTERNOON

		ANNIE LIES IN BED READING -- She suddenly jerks up.

						ANNIE (VOICE OVER CONT'D)
				I was reading in bed when Crash 
				hit his 247th home run.  I knew 
				the moment it happened...

									CUT TO:

		EXT.  ASHEVILLE STADIUM -- DAY

		CRASH UNLOADS A MONSTROUS HOME RUN deep into the trees.  He 
		stands at home plate watching it...like Reggie or the Babe.

		And doesn't move.  For several seconds he indulges himself 
		uncharacteristically--until...

		THE OPPOSING CATCHER SHOVES HIM toward first.

						CATCHER
				Get your ass in gear...

		CRASH SMILES and takes the home run trot slowly.  As he heads 
		toward first, HE RAISES A CLINCHED FIST for a brief moment, 
		a tiny gesture of triumph.  And then, routinely, he just 
		circles the bases.

		A HUNDRED FANS APPLAUD ROUTINELY as he circles the bases.

									CUT TO:

		INT.  ANNIE'S LIVING ROOM -- NIGHT

		SHE LIGHTS A CANDLE for the home run.  Above the candles, 
		displayed in the shrine, are her RED PANTIES.

						ANNIE (VOICE OVER CONT'D)
				I lit a candle for Crash's 
				dinger...and tried to root the 
				Durham Bulls home to a pennant.

									CUT TO:

		EXT.  DURHAM STADIUM -- DAY

		ANNIE AND JACKSON OPEN AN UMBRELLA in her familiar place in 
		the stadium.  Umbrellas go up all around, as:

		THE RAINS COME -- The players huddle-in the dugouts.

		IN THE DUGOUT Skip and Larry reading copies of "The Tantric 
		Yoga of Sex".  And spitting tobacco.

						ANNIE (VOICE OVER CONT'D)
				The Kid from Lynchburg wasn't 
				good enough to hold Crash's 
				jockstrap if ya ask me, and Nuke's 
				replacement had a fastball that I 
				coulda hit
					(beat)
				We had a three game lead with two 
				weeks to go when the rains came.

		THE GROUND CREW DRAGS TARPS over the mound and the plate.

						ANNIE (VOICE OVER CONT'D)
				It rained and rained and I thought 
				of driving down to Asheville to 
				see Crash but then I thought "No, 
				what you pursue, eludes you".  I 
				had to trust Quantum Physics and 
				the Church of Baseball.
					(beat)
				It ain't always easy being this 
				religious...

		ANNIE AND JACKSON POP OPEN THEIR UMBRELLAS and walk out of 
		the ballpark towards home.

									CUT TO:

		EXT.  DURHAM NEIGHBORHOOD -- DAY

		ANNIE AND JACKSON UNDER UMBRELLAS -- He turns down one street, 
		she heads toward home.

									CUT TO:

		EXT.  ANNIE'S HOUSE -- DAY

		AS SHE APPROACHES -- She stops.  Looks up.  Crash's beat up 
		car in the driveway.

		P.O.V.  CRASH SITTING ON THE PORCH SWING Still raining.

		CLOSE ON ANNIE -- She hesitates, and smiles.

						ANNIE
				Oh my...

		ANNIE SITS DOWN on the porch owing next to Crash.

						ANNIE
				What happened?

						CRASH
				I quit.  Hit my dinger and hung 
				'em up.

		A moment of silence over the significance of him quitting.

						ANNIE
				I'm quitting too.  Boys, not 
				baseball.

						CRASH
				There  might be an opening for a 
				manager at Salem next spring.

						ANNIE
				Salem, Massachusetts?  Where all 
				the witches were?

						CRASH
				Yeah...you a witch?

						ANNIE
				Not yet.  It takes years of 
				practice...

		He smiles slightly and takes her hand.

						CRASH
				You think I could make it to the 
				Show as a manager?

						ANNIE
				You'd be great, just great...
					(rattling quickly)
				'Cause you understand non-linear 
				thinking even though it seems 
				like baseball is a linear game 
				'cause of the lines and the box 
				scores an'  all--but the fact is 
				that there's a spacious-"non-time 
				kind of time" to it...

						CRASH
					(interrupting)
				Annie---

						ANNIE
				What?

						CRASH
				I got a lotta time to hear your 
				theories and I wanta hear every 
				damn one of 'em...but right now 
				I'm tired and I don't wanta think 
				about baseball and I don't wanta 
				think about Quantum Physics...  I 
				don't wanta think about nothing...
					(beat)
				I just wanta be.

						ANNIE
				I can do that, too.

		He rises, takes her hand, and they head inside.

		And as the rains fall on Durham...

									CUT TO:

		INT.  ANNIE'S HOUSE -- DAY

		THE SHRINE GLOWS -- Candles everywhere.  Rain pours down on 
		the windows outside.  And...

		ANNIE AND CRASH SIT ON THE COUCH together, in silence.

						ANNIE
				Walt Whitman once said--"I see 
				great things in baseball.  It's 
				our game--the American game
					(beat)
				He said "it will repair our losses 
				and be a blessing to us"...
					(beat)
				You could look it up....

		The music--Dave Frishberg sings "Van Lingle Mungo".

							THE END