Thursday, October 18, 2007

Drop It Like It's Hot

EXT. OUTDOOR BASKETBALL COURT - DAY
A fast and rowdy game is taking place between about 8 teenagers. They’re tall, fast, and look like they know what they’re doing.
A YOUNGER BOY, around 7 or 8, sits on the blacktop just outside the court, his elbows on his knees, watching the game.
From one side of the court, one of the broader players steals the ball and drives the length of the court. He stops as another player rushes to cover him, fades back, and takes a shot.
The ball bounces off the rim and over the backboard.
The younger boy throws his hands up.

YOUNG BOY
Come on, man, I could have made that shot with my eyes closed!

The game stops and the teenagers turn to look at the kid. The BROAD GUY who missed the shot looks around at his friends, some of whom are snickering at him.

BROAD GUY
What did you say to me?

YOUNG BOY
I said that shot was textbook. That’s like shooting a lime into a shopping cart, man, you can’t hit that?

The broad guy’s friends start laughing.

BROAD GUY
You think you could hit that? Under pressure?

YOUNG BOY
What do you think? I’m two feet shorter than you. You got eyes, dude?

BROAD GUY
So you can’t talk. You don’t know what you’re talking about. Get out of here, alright?

Him and his buddies turn, pick up the ball and begin shooting around again. The young boy stands up and spits in the direction of the teenagers.
A tall and skinny player sees it.

SKINNY GUY
Are you spitting at us, kid?

YOUNG BOY
I can spit all over your dumb asses.

SKINNY GUY
Is that right?

YOUNG BOY
Damn right. Check it.

He takes off his shirt and reveals a large gold chain hanging over his chest.

YOUNG BOY (CONT’D)
Check, check, 1, 2.

He clears his throat.

YOUNG BOY (CONT’D)
I’m bringin shame on your crew / A bunch of fishes lookin’ for your Shamu / You know it’s like I point the finger at you / Breakin’ your heart like I was Fredo in Godfather 2

The teenagers all stand dumbfounded. He continues.

YOUNG BOY (CONT’D)
I’m throwin heat on you like Michael Mann / I’m Slim and you bitches are just my Stan / You cryin, you my biggest fan / You better hide with Osama in Afghanistan

The broad guy comes forward. He stands rubbing his temples, thinking for a minute, then begins himself.

BROAD GUY
Little man, why you being so uncouth / It’s too hot for you here, that’s the inconvenient truth / you out of your game, you should be ashamed / I’m the Blue Cross, bitch, I’m denyin’ your claim / Go back to day care, you gettin fatigued / There’s no crying in baseball, your not in my league / Your scrawny ass frontin, you nothin but a n00b / I’m the walrus, baby, goo goo ga joob

The other teenagers nod their heads and grin at the kid. Some of them start to egg him on.

SKINNY GUY
You gonna let him get away with that?

SOME OTHER GUY
I don’t know, man. I wouldn’t like being called no n00b.

BROAD GUY
Yeah, man. What you got? Oh, you’re done?

The young boy looks at the ground for a moment, then he looks up, tugs on his chain, and steps forward.

YOUNG BOY
That taste in your mouth, it’s only turning sour / I waterboard your ass like I was Jack Bauer / I’m a virus, bitch, messin with your PC / You gonna hide and run away, LOL BRB / You got no game left, you spit then you drop...uhhh....

He pauses and thinks the quickly. The teenagers lean forward and start to chuckle at his stumbling.

YOUNG BOY (CONT’D)
...uhhh...I’m giving you signs, circlin in your crop / You mess with me twice and I def pull the trigger / you best step off, man, I’m a crazy-ass...uhhhmmm...

He stops. He can’t think of anything.
The teenagers lean forward. Some of them gasp.

YOUNG BOY
Damn. You guys win.

He pulls the chain from around his neck, drops it on the ground, and walks away.
The rest of them turn back. The skinny guy picks up the basketball, fades back and shoots. It sails through the hoop.

SKINNY GUY
It was an easy shot, man.

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1 comment:

Lons said...

Just read this now...and I see that we both made "Blue Cross" references in our respective rap-scripts. Weird.