EXT. COURTS - DAY
Gerry parks right next to the courts. There’s a small,
winded game going on between some black KIDS.
ASHLEY
Okay, I’ll see you tonight.
They kiss.
GERRY
I’ll pick you up at – I’ll give
you a call, alright?
Ashley opens the door and gets out, walking to her
house.
GERRY
And have your phone on, godamn it.
He turns to look at the courts. At the far end are
three people who live a hip-hop lifestyle, adorned in
Rockawear and Ecko, engaged in an animated conversation
and smoking cigarettes. They are:
NICK (LITTLE NICKY) FOX (18), a stunted but hardy kid
with a face like granite.
JACK (SLIM JACKIE) McMARTIN (18), a husky Irishman who
carries himself with a don’t-fuck-with-me swagger.
(DIRTY) LARRY REPRICANO (18), tan, suave, and a devious
appearance and an untrustworthy grin to go with it.
NICKY
We was talking about this last
night, would you fuck a horse to
hook up with the hottest girl in
the world?
LARRY
How long are we fucking for here?
NICKY
Til you bust in it’s ass.
SLIM
Oh, no way.
LARRY
That’s some crazy shit - like some
fucked up, repugnant Tom Green
shit.
SLIM
He prolly fucked a horse so he could
get Drew Barrymore. I mean, how
else would a foul motherfucker like
him get Drew Barrymore?
NICKY
Would you go fuck a horse to fuck
Drew Barrymore?
SLIM
Fuck no.
LARRY
She’s okay, but she’s not worth
my reputation.
NICKY
How bout this… would you suck a
horse’s dick to have the hottest
girl in the world for a life time?
SLIM
No.
NICKY
You wouldn’t?
SLIM
I said no, motherfucker. I ain’t
down with that grimey shit.
LARRY
What are we talkin here, like one
stroke or what?
NICKY
No, you gotta suck the horse dick
til it gets a nut off in your mouth.
LARRY
Never. That’s where I draw the line.
Maybe if it was like one, two, MAYBE,
three fucking strokes, I’d consider
it. But adding in the factor of
having to swallow two tons of horse
cum, no fucking way - an ocean of
horse cum, no way, not a chance.
NICKY
Yeah, but you’d be with the hottest
girl in the world. Say if it was…
some one like Jessica Alba or J Lo,
you wouldn’t polish a horse knob
to be with her? You’d be a million-
aire. I’d do it. If anyone busts
my balls about it, I’d just laugh
at 'em, 'I’m a millionaire now, you
ain’t, you can fucking wipe my ass
for all I care.'
SLIM
I got a boundary, y’know, a fucking
boundary…like a perimeter. I have
a line. I ain’t crossing it for no
18-foot horse’s cock just to be rich,
I don’t care if there’s millions
involved, or billions, or trillions,
I don’t care if you offered me a
google, I’m not giving no mother-
fucking horse a blowie. That’s all
there is to it. That’s all there
is fucking to it.
GERRY
watches them from inside his van.
Nicky looks over and sees him.
NICKY
Hey, there he is…
JOE HOLIDAY (14)
“struts” down the sidewalk. He’s a baby-faced youth.
Peers at the van and walks up to it.
JOE
Gerry Lang!
GERRY
In the flesh.
JOE
Long time, no see, Gerry.
Gerry nods and lights up a cigarette.
JOE (cont’d)
How come you don’t come around no
more, man? You know - your presence
at the house would be appreciated -
really. My ma adores you, man - she
hasn’t seen you in so long.
GERRY
You’re right. I should stop around,
say hello.
JOE
Good, good…so you think you can
tighten my wig with that righteous
bush?
GERRY
What? No. I’m not doin that for
ya, sorry. No can do.
JOE
What, c’mon, man. I’m Johnny Boy’s
little brother, you can’t hook me
up?
GERRY
That’s the problem. That’s what I
think of. You know - if your bro
were alive - and saw you standing
here trying to get some trees off
of me, let’s just say he would have
a word with me about it. In fact,
he would beat my ass, then he’d go
and kill me, and that crazy mother
fucker would do it too. That’s
something maybe you don’t know
about Johnny Holiday.
JOE
I just wanna get high, man.
GERRY
Weed is some bad shit, you hear?
That’s some bad shit, weed is some
bad shit - you hear me? You wanna
kill some time, have a beer or two,
maybe fuck your girlfriend a little
more.
The others come over. Larry grabs Joe and playfully puts
him in a headlock.
LARRY
Trying to score? Trying to score?
Huh, you trying to score?
JOE
Get off, get the fuck off me.
Larry relinquishes his grip.
JOE
Asshole.
SLIM
What are you socializing with this
bastard for, Joe? He’s no good.
GERRY
I might be a bastard and I might
be up to no good, but I ain’t a
fucking bastard. I’m a man of my
word and I don’t break a promise.
JOE
What word and what promise?
NICKY
Hey kid, why don’t you take a walk
or somethin, shoot some hoops. Do
somethin proactive, will ya?
JOE
Yeah, whatever, ya’ll drawlin.
Joe walks off, shaking his head.
NICKY
What the fuck did he want?
GERRY
Some weed. I told him to scram.
He’s gonna end up doing it anyway,
but he ain’t copping nothing off
me.
NICKY
Yeah.
SLIM
Gerry, do you mind if I get in your
van, so I can undrape this fifth of
vodka which I have concealed here
under my cumbersome jacket?
