Love & Basketball_2000

LOVE AND BASKETBALL
    OPENING TITLES SLOW MOTION . STYLIZED . TIGHT . The silhouette of a man and woman . They are on a blacktop basketball court , playing a sexually - charged game of one - one - one . Sweat glistens . Hands pull at clothes . Hips bump and collide . Eyes lock . BLACK . TITLE CARD : `` FIRST QUARTER '' then `` 1981 '' BALDWIN HILLS

EXT. MCCALL HOUSE - LATE MORNING
    An upper middle - class neighborhood , known as the Black Beverly Hills . Big houses , green grass and Caddies in every other driveway . The street is quiet , until -
    YOUNG VOICE
    ( O.S . )
    You wan na be Kareem?
    CAMERA REVEALS : QUINCY MCCALL , eleven years old , dribbling a basketball in front of KELVIN and JAMAL , also eleven . He sports a fro , a `` Clippers '' jersey , and a serious swagger .
    QUINCY
    ( CONT 'D . )
    All his big butt do is stand by the basket.
    JAMAL
    Shoot, I'll be blocking your stuff.
    KELVIN
    I'm gon na be like Dr. J.
    QUINCY
    I ` ma be like my Dad.
    JAMAL
    He ai n't a star or nothing.
    QUINCY
    I do n't see none of your sorry daddies in the NBA.
    KELVIN
    Hey, look, Q.
    Quincy follows Kelvin 's eyes , to a beat - up pair of Converse All - Stars approaching from next door . Walking in the kicks is a YOUNG KID in a T - shirt and Tuff - skins , and a LAKERS cap pulled low . A moving van is parked in the driveway .
    KELVIN
    ( cont 'd . )
    Thought only girls were moving in.
    QUINCY
    That's what my Moms said.
    KELVIN
    I hope he can ball.
    JAMAL
    Bet he's a scrub.
    The Kid stops at the edge of Quincy 's driveway .
    KID
    Hey.
    QUINCY
    Hey.
    KID
    Can I play?
    QUINCY
    You nice?
    KID
    Yeah, I'm nice.
    Quincy looks the Kid up and down , then -
    QUINCY
    You and Kelvin gainst me and Jamal.
    Quincy tosses the Kid the ball . The Kid pulls off the baseball cap . Brown hair tumbles down , framing a soft brown face and bright eyes . She is MONICA WRIGHT , eleven years old .
    JAMAL
    Ah man, he is a girl.
    QUINCY
    Girls ca n't play no ball.
    MONICA
    Ball better than you.
    Quincy laughs derisively as Monica walks to the top of the driveway .
    QUINCY
    ( whispering . )
    What a dog.
    Monica shoots him a glare .
    JAMAL
    She heard you.
    QUINCY
    Nuh uh, they could only hear dog whistles.
    Monica starts to dribble . Jamal whistles as he walks backwards , guarding her . She throws up a shot . IT 'S AN AIRBALL . Quincy and Jamal crack up . Kelvin rolls his eyes . Quincy grabs the rebound and shoots . Swish .
    QUINCY
    ( cont 'd . )
    One, zip.
    He rolls the ball to Monica . She starts dribbling and again , Jamal just backs up with her . She passes to Kelvin . Jamal and Quincy collapse on him , leaving Monica open under the basket . Trapped Kelvin has no choice but to pass it back . Monica catches the ball and throws up a shot . It banks off the backboard . AND DROPS THROUGH THE NET . The boys look at her in shock . Monica tosses the ball back to Quincy .
    MONICA
    One, up.
    QUINCY
    Lucky.
    Quincy easily dribbles by Kelvin and lays up the ball . He throws the ball back to Monica .
    QUINCY
    ( cont 'd . )
    Two, one.
    Monica dribbles . Jamal plays her a little tighter . Monica bounces the ball through his open legs and lays up the ball .
    MONICA
    Two, up.
    Quincy ca n't believe it . Kelvin cracks up .
    KELVIN
    Aaah, she dogged you.
    JAMAL
    Shut up.
    The game continues , with Quincy and Monica trading baskets for their teams . Quincy grows agitated with Jamal , who is unable to stop her . The score hits nine , nine . Quincy stands at the top of the driveway , ball in hand .
    QUINCY
    Point.
    Quincy dribbles through his legs , then pops an outside shot . The ball bounces on the rim . and rolls off . Quincy curses as Monica grabs the rebound and clears the ball . Jamal moves to guard her , but Quincy shoves him off .
    QUINCY
    ( cont 'd . )
    I got her.
    Quincy defends . Monica smiles back at him .
    MONICA
    Told you I was nice. I'm going to be the first girl in the NBA.
    QUINCY
    I ` ma be in the NBA. You're gon na be my cheerleader.
    Monica suddenly passes to Kelvin , sprints for the basket . Quincy stumbles , giving her a step . Kelvin throws it back . Quincy knows he 's beat as Monica goes for the winning lay - up . In desperation , he swings at her for the hard foul , shoving her off balance . THE BALL FLIES FROM HER HAND AS SHE CRASHES TO THE GROUND , FACE - FIRST . SHE GRABS HER CHEEK . BLOOD SLIPS THROUGH HER FINGERS . The boys stand frozen . Quincy stares down at her , his eyes wide with fear . and regret .

INT. WRIGHT HOUSE - BATHROOM - LATE MORNING
    Monica leans over the sink as her mother , CAMILLE , 36 , wipes the blood from her face with a washcloth .
    GIRL'S VOICE
    ( O.S . )
    Eeew.
    Her sister , LENA , 14 , leans in the doorway , making a face . She is a mirror of their mother , with relaxed hair and painted nails . Her father , NATHAN , 39 , moves behind Lena , holding a box .
    NATHAN
    How are you feeling, munchkin?
    Monica nods . He smiles .
    NATHAN
    ( cont 'd . )
    Yeah, you're through.
    CAMILLE
    She needs to stop running around like a little boy.
    NATHAN
    She's alright.
    CAMILLE
    How is she alright looking the way she does?
    NATHAN
    Camille, she'll be fine.
    He gives Monica a wink , crosses away . Monica pulls the washcloth away from her Mom and starts wiping the blood herself .
    CAMILLE
    I'll get some ice.
    She exits . Lena shakes her head , follows . Monica pulls the washcloth from her face and stares into the mirror . TORN SKIN SURROUNDS A SMALL DEEP GASH IN HER CHEEK . Seeing her latest battle scar , there 's only one thing left for this little girl to do . She smiles .

INT. MCCALL HOUSE - KITCHEN - DAY
    Quincy sits at the kitchen table , writing `` I AM SORRY '' in block letters across a homemade card . His face is tight with concentration as he tries to write in a straight line . At the counter , his mom , NONA , moves a cake from its store box to a cake dish . She is 30 , beautiful , with effort . She smooths the frosting with a spoon . ZEKE , 32 , with the height and ego of an NBA ballplayer , enters . He laughs .
    ZEKE
    Girl, who you trying to fool?
    Quincy looks up , smiles . He quickly grabs a piece of crumpled paper , and tosses it to Zeke .
    QUINCY
    Alley - oop, Dad.
    Nona intercepts his pass .
    NONA
    Boy.
    She points him back to his card . Quincy scowls , starts writing again . Nona scoops some frosting on her finger , holds it up .
    NONA
    ( cont 'd . )
    New neighbors.
    Zeke wraps his lips around her finger , sucks the frosting off .
    ZEKE
    See, Quincy, this is how your Moms caught me, with the old fake and bake. Had me thinking I was getting a sister who could burn.
    Nona laughs , pulls him down for a kiss . Quincy suddenly throws down his pencil in frustration .
    QUINCY
    I ca n't do this shit.
    Zeke and Nona pull away , stare at Quincy in shock .
    ZEKE
    Boy, what'd I tell you about using that word?
    QUINCY
    ( sighs , then . )
    `` Ca n't'' should never be in a man's vocabulary.
    ZEKE
    Why not?
    QUINCY
    Cause when you say ca n't, you ai n't a man.
    ZEKE
    That's right.
    NONA
    Zeke.
    ZEKE
    What?
    ( then . )
    Oh, and, uh, do n't say `` shit.''
    Nona just shakes her head .
    NONA
    We should head over.
    ZEKE
    Just you and Quincy, baby. I got a meeting.
    NONA
    With who?
    ZEKE
    Business folks.
    NONA
    You just got back from a four game road trip.
    ZEKE
    Nona, do n't start bitching. I got maybe two years left to play. I'm just trying to put some things together for us.
    Zeke grabs his keys .
    ZEKE
    ( cont 'd . )
    Later, Quincy.
    QUINCY
    Later, Dad.
    Zeke exits . Nona leans against the counter , concerned .
    QUINCY
    ( cont 'd . )
    Mom?
    NONA
    What?
    QUINCY
    We still have to go?
    NONA
    ( beat . )
    Yeah.

INT. WRIGHT HOUSE - LIVING ROOM - DAY
    Camille and Nona stand among the piles of boxes . Monica and Quincy stand at their mothers ' sides , stealing glances at each other . A large bandage covers Monica 's cheek . Monica holds her card , Camille holds the cake .
    NONA
    we moved back here when Quincy was about five, after Zeke was traded. Neighborhood was a little more mixed back then.
    CAMILLE
    Until the Black family down the street became the Black family next door.
    NONA
    ( nods . )
    Okay?
    Camille tries to smooth down Monica 's unruly hair . Monica moves her head .
    CAMILLE
    Well, thanks again. This was really nice of you.
    NONA
    It was the least we could do. And I love to cook.
    Quincy looks up at his Mom , surprised . She quickly hugs his face into her stomach . Camille lights up .
    CAMILLE
    Oh, me too. I used to cook for my friends' parties and things back in Atlanta.
    NONA
    You're a caterer?
    CAMILLE
    Well, no, but once Nathan gets settled and the girls get a little older, it's definitely something I want to do.
    ( then . )
    Since you love to cook, maybe it's something we can talk about.
    Quincy snickers . Nona quickly changes the subject .
    NONA
    You know, girl, long as I've lived next door, I've never seen the inside of this house.
    CAMILLE
    Really? Well, come on, then.
    Camille hands Monica the cake .
    CAMILLE
    ( cont 'd . )
    Honey, put this in the kitchen.
    NONA
    Help her, Quincy.
    Camille and Nona head down the hall , leaving Monica and Quincy alone . The two just stand there . Quincy reaches out , scoops a finger of frosting , and pops it in his mouth . Beat , then Monica takes a bigger scoop .
    QUINCY
    So. does it hurt?
    MONICA
    It's this big hole. You could almost see bone.
    QUINCY
    For real?
    MONICA
    Uh huh.
    Quincy is impressed .
    QUINCY
    So how come you could play basketball?
    MONICA
    I just can.
    QUINCY
    I never knew a girl that could play.
    MONICA
    My Mom says she does n't know where I come from'cause I act different.
    QUINCY
    Your Dad play?
    MONICA
    He works at a bank.
    QUINCY
    My Dad plays for the `` Clippers.'' He says I ` ma be a doctor or a lawyer, but I ` ma play for them, too. Same number and everything.
    MONICA
    I'm going to be number thirty - two, like Magic.
    QUINCY
    He's alright, but my Dad can take him.
    MONICA
    What was the most points your Daddy ever got in Junior High?
    QUINCY
    I do n't know. A lot.
    MONICA
    One time Magic scored forty - eight points, and they only had six minute quarters and he sat out the whole fourth.
    QUINCY
    You do act different.
    MONICA
    I do n't care.
    QUINCY
    Well, if anybody bothers you, you could just tell me cause I run this street.
    MONICA
    I'd just tell my sister, Lena.
    QUINCY
    She do n't know how to box, I bet. My dad showed me how to fight like Ali.
    He shows off a flurry of punches .
    MONICA
    So, I know karate from `` Almighty Isis.''
    Monica puts the cake down on a box , does a couple of kicks and hand movements . Quincy is impressed .
    QUINCY
    Bet you ca n't do this though.
    Quincy does a jump kick . Monica does the same .
    QUINCY
    ( cont 'd . )
    Okay, how bout this?
    Quincy takes a couple steps back , then does a cartwheel . It looks great , until he crashes into the box with the cake . The cake falls onto his head and shoulder . Monica doubles over , laughing . Quincy is embarrassed . Camille and Nona rush back into the living room .
    CAMILLE
    Monica, what did you do?
    MONICA
    Nothing.
    CAMILLE
    ( to Nona . )
    Oh, all that work.
    NONA
    It's. it's okay. Can I get a towel?
    Camille quickly crosses into the kitchen . Quincy stares at the floor .
    QUINCY
    Sorry.
    Nona bends down , whispers in his ear .
    NONA
    No. Good boy.

INT. WRIGHT HOUSE - MONICA'S ROOM - NIGHT
    Monica sits between Lena 's legs , grimacing , as Lena works a comb through her freshly washed , kinky hair . Monica 's head flops like a rag doll . Her eyes are wet .
    MONICA
    Ow!
    Lena keeps tugging .
    MONICA
    ( cont 'd . )
    Ow, Lena!
    Monica punches her in the leg .
    LENA
    Ow!
    Lena yanks Monica 's head back as Camille enters , carrying a yellow dress on a hanger . Monica sees it and her face falls .
    MONICA
    Ah, Mom.
    CAMILLE
    I'm lucky I found it. Someone put your box of dresses under a pile of rags in the garbage.
    Monica sulks . Lena cackles in her ear . Camille has to laugh .
    CAMILLE
    ( cont 'd . )
    Child, pick up your lip.
    MONICA
    I hate it.
    CAMILLE
    Fine, you do n't like this one, which one would you rather wear?
    MONICA
    Pants.
    Camille rubs her temples , then hangs the dress on the door .
    CAMILLE
    ( to Lena . )
    When you're done can you make sure she brushes her teeth?
    LENA
    Are you okay?
    CAMILLE
    I just need to lay down. I've been running around all day.
    Just then , Nathan enters . He holds up two dress shirts as if it were a matter of life and death .
    NATHAN
    Which one for tomorrow?
    CAMILLE
    The blue.
    NATHAN
    You sure?
    Camille nods . Nathan looks at both of them , then :
    NATHAN
    ( cont 'd . )
    Can you iron both tonight just in case?
    CAMILLE
    ( beat . )
    Okay.
    NATHAN
    Thanks, sweetheart.
    He kisses her on the cheek , hands her the two shirts and crosses out . Monica just watches . Beat , then Camile turns back to her daughters .
    CAMILLE
    The boy next door is riding with you to school so you'll know somebody your first day.
    ( to Lena . )
    Hurry so she can go to sleep.
    Monica reacts , surprised . Camille leaves . Lena puts the comb back to Monica 's hair . Beat , then :
    MONICA
    Make it look nice, kay.

INT. MCCALL HOUSE - QUINCY'S ROOM - NIGHT
    Basketball posters , `` Clippers '' and USC memorabilia , a basketball globe light . Quincy lays tucked in bed , eyes wide open , listening to his parents MAKING LOVE . The sounds bring a smile to his face . Quincy climbs out of bed , wearing underwear . He moves to his window , sees Monica through her window directly across from his . Her eyes are closed as Lena braids her hair . Quincy kneels down , rests his arms on the window sill , and watches .

EXT. MCCALL AND WRIGHT HOUSES - MORNING
    Quincy sits atop his BMX bike in front of Monica 's house . A basketball is tucked under his arm . Monica emerges , walking her banana - seater . She is looking cute in her yellow dress and braids tied with ribbons . A basketball sits in her back basket . Quincy is taken aback , stares at her .
    QUINCY
    You wan na be my girl?
    Monica blinks in surprise . She thinks for a moment .
    MONICA
    What do I have to do?
    QUINCY
    I guess, you know, we play ball and we ride to school together. And if you get mad at me, I got ta give you flowers.
    MONICA
    I do n't like flowers.
    QUINCY
    Oh.
    MONICA
    How bout Twinkies? My mom wo n't ever buy them.
    QUINCY
    Kay.
    MONICA
    Okay.
    An awkward beat between the new couple . Finally -
    QUINCY
    I think we got ta kiss now.
    MONICA
    For how long?
    QUINCY
    Five seconds.
    The two glance around , then climb off their bikes and walk to the secluded area between their two houses .
    QUINCY
    ( cont 'd . )
    Ready?
    Monica nods . They lean in , eyes wide open , and touch lips . Quincy counts to five with his fingers . They pull away , embarrassed , and walk back to the driveway . Monica lifts her bike from the ground and climbs on .
    QUINCY
    ( cont 'd . )
    Wait. Cause you're my girl now you got ta ride my bike.
    MONICA
    I want to ride my own bike.
    QUINCY
    My Dad always drives my Mom.
    MONICA
    So?
    QUINCY
    ( impatient . )
    So that means I have to ride with you.
    Monica does n't move .
    QUINCY
    ( cont 'd . )
    Come on.
    MONICA
    I do n't have to do what you say.
    QUINCY
    Man, forget you then, stupid.
    MONICA
    You're stupid. And your Daddy plays for the worst team in the NBA.
    Quincy 's face instantly clouds .
    QUINCY
    What?
    MONICA
    ( laughs . )
    Last time they won, Dr. J. was a nurse.
    QUINCY
    Shut up!
    He shoves her , knocking her off her bike .
    QUINCY
    ( cont 'd . )
    I do n't wan na be your boyfriend, you ugly dog!
    Monica leaps up , her dress now dirty . She shoves him back .
    MONICA
    I do n't want to be your girlfriend, big head!
    They grapple , then fall to the ground swinging . BLACK . FOOTAGE . Men 's NCAA Finals . Michigan State against Indiana State . Magic Johnson against Larry Bird . Magic drives on Bird , hits a beautiful scoop shot . He celebrates as he jogs back down court . TITLE CARD : `` SECOND QUARTER '' then `` 1988 ''

INT. CRENSHAW HIGH SCHOOL GYM - DAY
    A snarling Black cougar glares down from a large mural . On the court below , a girl 's basketball play - off game . The bleachers are almost half - full with a hyped crowd . In the crowd are Monica 's parents . Her father is excited and vocal . Her mom reads a book . Also in the stands , the HEAD COACH OF THE TENNESSEE LADY VOLS , PAT SUMMIT . A fine - ass BROTHER leans in the doorway , sporting a letter jacket with an embroidered `` Q '' on the chest . He gets as much attention as the game . A couple of JUNIOR VARSITY CHEERLEADERS smile his way .
    CHEERLEADERS
    `` U'', `` G'', `` L'', `` Y'', you ai n't got no alibi, you ugly, yeah, yeah, you ugly. `` M'', `` A'', `` M'', `` A'', how you think you got that way, your Mama, yeah, yeah, your Mama.
    On the floor , MONICA , dribbles down court . Just EIGHTEEN , her athletic figure has a few curves , but her loose jersey does little to show it off . Her hair is a mess and her knees are dark with bruises . A small scar is visible on her cheek . She whips a no - look , around the back pass to a cutting TEAMMATE under the basket , who scores . The crowd cheers . Monica defends the opposing point guard like a gnat . She knocks the ball loose and grabs it up . She goes for a lay - up and the opposing guard steps in front of her . Monica crashes into her , knocking both to the floor . A WHISTLE .
    REFEREE
    No basket! Offensive foul, number thirty - two.
    Monica leaps up .
    MONICA
    What? She was n't set!
    The referee ignores her .
    MONICA
    ( cont 'd . )
    She was still moving!
    From the sideline , COACH HISERMAN waves frantically .
    COACH HISERMAN
    Monica! Let it go!
    Monica stares down the ref as she jogs back on defense . The opposing guard drives the lane and puts up a shot . Monica leaps and blocks it with a taunting scream . A WHISTLE .
    REFEREE
    Technical foul! Number thirty - two.
    Coach Hiserman slams down his clipboard . Monica charges the referee . A teammate grabs at her but she pushes her off .
    MONICA
    For what?
    REFEREE
    Taunting.
    MONICA
    Taunting?!
    COACH HISERMAN
    Sub!
    MONICA
    Man, you suck!
    The referee whips back around , whistle in mouth . Coach Hiserman grabs her arm and pulls her off the court .
    COACH HISERMAN
    Sit down and shut up.
    Monica slams down in a chair , sweat pouring , hands clenched . Her mom watches from the stands , completely embarrassed . The brother in the doorway turns , leaves . Monica looks up at the clock . SIX MINUTES LEFT IN THE THIRD QUARTER .

INT. CRENSHAW HIGH SCHOOL GYM - LATE DAY
    Monica , still benched , sits slumped in her chair , her sweats on , her face dry . She glances up at the clock . TWENTY SECONDS LEFT IN THE FOURTH QUARTER . Her team 's up by SIX . Her teammates dribble out the clock . The BUZZER SOUNDS and they dance across the floor . Monica looks up in the stands . COACH SUMMIT IS GONE .

INT. WRIGHT HOUSE - KITCHEN - DUSK
    Camille , now forty - three , stands at the stove stirring a pot of gumbo . Lena , 21 , and pretty , stands next to her , holding a handful of plates and silverware .
    CAMILLE
    and if you want a thicker base, you can cut in a potato or just use a little flour.
    LENA
    But you use potato?
    Camille nods as they cross into :

INT. DINING ROOM - CONTINUOUS
    At the table , Monica is in mid - conversation with her dad . Camille and Lena start setting the table .
    MONICA
    Dad, you have to talk to Coach for me.
    NATHAN
    And what am I supposed to say to the man?
    MONICA
    The coach from Tennessee was there and he has me riding the bench.
    NATHAN
    You lost your head.
    MONICA
    I was just showing emotion.
    CAMILLE
    So that means it's alright for you to act like that?
    LENA
    ( to Monica . )
    What'd you do?
    MONICA
    ( dismissive . )
    nothing.
    CAMILLE
    I do n't know why I keep hoping you'll grow out of this tomboy thing.
    MONICA
    I wo n't. I'm a lesbian.
    Lena chokes on her drink , cracks up .
    CAMILLE
    That's not funny
    MONICA
    Well, that's what you think, is n't it? Cause I'd rather wear a jersey than an apron.
    CAMILLE
    Watch your mouth.
    Nathan quickly jumps in , tries to clean things up .
    NATHAN
    Monica, I think her point is. maybe it's time to start thinking about other things besides basketball.
    MONICA
    ( taken aback . )
    What?
    NATHAN
    You only have one game left and you have n't been recruited. Munchkin, I wanted it as bad as you did, but we have to face reality.
    MONICA
    The coach from USC is going to be at the championship.
    NATHAN
    I know. But chances are.
    MONICA
    Chances are there's still a chance.
    Nathan nods . She can always soften her dad , but not her mom .
    CAMILLE
    If you'd just listen for once, you'd realize you have a lot more going for yourself. You're smart, you'd be pretty if you put a comb to your head. I mean, why walk around with your hair looking like `` whodunit''?
    As her mom nags on , Monica looks out the window . OUTSIDE , QUINCY and a GIRL lean against a car parked at the curb , slobbing each other down . Just shy of 18 , with a magnetic face and muscular body , he is a brother who drank his chocolate milk . HE IS ALSO THE BROTHER WHO WAS WATCHING MONICA 'S GAME FROM THE GYM DOORWAY . Monica watches and her mom 's droning voice disappears .

EXT. MCCALL HOUSE - SAME TIME
    FELICIA , 17 , ca n't get enough of Quincy 's lips .
    QUINCY
    Yo, Felicia, I got ta get to my game.
    She keeps kissing him .
    QUINCY
    ( cont 'd . )
    And my mom's about to be home.
    FELICIA
    So I'm not good enough to meet your mom?
    QUINCY
    Girl, she knew I had a hottie like you up inhere, she'd beat the black off me.
    FELICIA
    ( kissing him again . )
    That's a lot of beating.
    She finally lets go , and slides into her car . Quincy watches her go with a cocky - ass smile .

INT. CRENSHAW HIGH SCHOOL GYM - NIGHT
    A frenzied crowd from floor to ceiling watches Quincy explode across the court . He is the complete point guard - hitting from the outside , driving to the hoop , no - look passes , playing tight D. ' His father , Zeke , now 39 , stands on the sideline . His muscle has softened a little over the last five years of retirement . Monica sits alone in the bottom row , holding a basketball . She wears jeans and a T - shirt and her hair is pulled back in a simple pony - tail . Quincy does a killer cross - over move and his Defender falls down . He lays up the ball , then taunts the player he just poster - ized . Behind Monica , TWO GIRLS smack each other excitedly . One of them , SHAWNEE , 17 , pretty , big chest , slides down into the empty seat next to her .
    SHAWNEE
    Hey, girl.
    MONICA
    Hey.
    SHAWNEE
    Your hair looks so cute like that.
    Monica knows she 's full of shit , does n't respond .
    SHAWNEE
    ( cont 'd . )
    So. you know who Q's asking to the Spring Dance?
    MONICA
    No.
    SHAWNEE
    C'mon, girl, you live next door. Who's been creeping?
    MONICA
    There's so many I just ca n't keep track.
    SHAWNEE
    Well, can you give him this for me?
    Shawnee holds out a folded note . Monica does n't take it .
    MONICA
    Give it yourself.
    SHAWNEE
    I do n't wan na look fast.
    ( drops it in Monica 's lap . )
    Thanks, girl.
    She slides back to her seat . Monica shakes her head , turns back to the game . Quincy dives for a loose ball . Shawnee clutches her friend .
    SHAWNEE
    ( cont 'd . )
    Good Lord, look at that ass. I just want to lick the sweat off it.
    Monica takes in his tight body . He does look good . Quincy jogs back down court and flashbulbs go off .

INT. CRENSHAW HIGH SCHOOL GYM - NIGHT
    Flashbulbs . Quincy stands with his dad , his sweat still fresh , talking to a reporter named JIM .
    JIM
    Quincy, word has it you might make the jump the NBA.
    ZEKE
    Do n't go starting rumors, Jim. My son's college bound with or without basketball.
    JIM
    You could make a career by telling me where.
    ZEKE
    Got ta wait til the press conference.
    JIM
    But you'd love for him to play at USC, like you did.
    ZEKE
    I'd love for him to get a good education.
    ( then . )
    That's it.
    Jim crosses away . Zeke puts an affectionate arm around his son as they walk toward the locker room .
    ZEKE
    ( cont 'd . )
    We should have another talk with Coach Carril at Princeton.
    QUINCY
    Pop, there's no way an Ivy League Team is going all the way.
    ZEKE
    I do n't care about the team. I care about the school.
    QUINCY
    Did n't we already have this conversation?
    Zeke sighs , then :
    ZEKE
    You played good. I was proud of you.
    Quincy smiles wide .
    QUINCY
    Yeah?
    ( then . )
    So you up for a game later?
    ZEKE
    I do n't wan na hurt your feelings.
    QUINCY
    You do n't wan na hurt your back.
    ZEKE
    ( smiles . )
    Anyway, I got ta get to this meeting. Tell your Mom I'm gon na be late.
    QUINCY
    You work too hard, Pop.
    ZEKE
    Let's hope I can say the same about you one day.
    Quincy watches his dad move toward the doors , stopping once to give an autograph . Zeke passes Monica , entering .
    MONICA
    Hey, Mr. M.
    ZEKE
    Hey, Miss Baller.
    He exits . Monica approaches Quincy .
    MONICA
    Way to hoop.
    QUINCY
    I know this. What do you want?
    MONICA
    A ride home.
    QUINCY
    Your legs do n't look broke.
    MONICA
    Look, big head, I'll be at your car.
    QUINCY
    Guess `` please'' would be a stretch.
    MONICA
    ( dryly . )
    Please.

INT. QUINCY'S JEEP - NIGHT
    Silence as Quincy wheels his Jeep Wrangler toward home . Monica sits in the passenger seat , basketball in lap . She pulls Shawnee 's note from her pocket . Quincy glances it over .
    QUINCY
    What's that?
    MONICA
    Some note Shawnee Easton told me to give to you.
    QUINCY
    ( thinks . )
    Big - ass titties?
    Monica shoots him a disgusted look . Quincy reaches out .
    QUINCY
    ( cont 'd . )
    Give it here.
    Monica leans away , reads aloud .
    MONICA
    `` Q. I think you are so fine and I've been wanting to get with you. Let me take you to the Spring Dance and I promise I'll leave you satisfied.''
    Monica laughs in disbelief .
    MONICA
    ( cont 'd . )
    What a ho.
    QUINCY
    Why she got ta be a ho, just cause she wants to get with me.
    MONICA
    She's a ho cause she's sending her coochie through the mail.
    QUINCY
    And?
    MONICA
    And? She's not saying, `` I think you're a nice guy and I wan na get to know you better,'' she's saying, `` I wan na bone.''
    QUINCY
    So she's honest.
    MONICA
    Yeah, an honest tramp - ass ho. But I guess you'll stick your dick in anything.
    QUINCY
    Did n't know you cared so much.
    MONICA
    I do n't.
    QUINCY
    So who you going to the dance with, Spalding?
    MONICA
    Who's Spalding?
    Quincy looks down at the SPALDING BASKETBALL in her lap and cracks up . Monica glares .
    MONICA
    ( cont 'd . )
    Fuck you, Quincy.
    QUINCY
    See, that's why you ai n't getting recruited.
    MONICA
    Who said I'm not getting recruited?
    QUINCY
    Your hot - ass temper.
    Monica points to the scar on her cheek .
    MONICA
    I'm not the one who put this scar here.
    QUINCY
    God, here we go.
    MONICA
    When we were eleven years old cause he was about to lose.
    Quincy turns , faces her .
    QUINCY
    That's it, give it your best shot.
    MONICA
    Would you watch the damn road?
    QUINCY
    I mean it, give it your best shot, cause I'm tired of you holding that over my head.
    MONICA
    I'm warning you, do n't tempt me.
    QUINCY
    I'm warning you. You do n't stall that bad attitude, no one's gon na recruit you.
    Quincy pulls his Jeep into his driveway .
    MONICA
    Please, you jump in some guy's face, talk smack and you get a pat on your ass. But because I'm a female, I get told to calm down and act like a `` lady''. I'm a ballplayer, okay. A ball player.
    QUINCY
    With a jacked - up attitude.
    MONICA
    Did n't know you cared so much.
    QUINCY
    I do n't.
    MONICA
    Good.
    Monica slams out of the Jeep and walks across the lawn to her house . Quincy exits his ride .

INT. MCCALL HOUSE - ENTRY WAY - SHORT TIME LATER
    Quincy steps inside , drops his bag on the floor . His mom , Nona , approaches from the dining room .
    QUINCY
    What's up, Moms.
    Nona holds up a large hoop earring .
    NONA
    What is this?
    QUINCY
    Uh, your earring?
    NONA
    I look like some hoochie to you? I found it on your floor.
    QUINCY
    What are you doing in my room?
    Quincy crosses into :

INT. KITCHEN - CONTINUOUS
    Nona follows . Quincy pulls open the fridge , grabs a couple of slices of cold pizza .
    NONA
    Quincy, I told you about these fat - ass girls.
    QUINCY
    We were just studying.
    NONA
    I'm not playing with you, these girls are looking to get you caught. They see you, they see dollar signs.
    QUINCY
    Okay.
    NONA
    You hearing me?
    QUINCY
    I've been hearing you.
    Nona eyes her son , then lets up . She gives him a kiss .
    NONA
    How was your game?
    QUINCY
    Twenty - seven points, eleven assists and still undefeated.
    NONA
    Still the man.
    QUINCY
    Yup.
    Nona smiles , starts back the kitchen .
    NONA
    Where's your dad?
    QUINCY
    Said he'd be home later.
    NONA
    Later when?
    QUINCY
    I do n't know, he had a meeting or something.
    Quincy exits to his room .

INT. MCCALL HOUSE - ZEKE AND NONA'S ROOM - LATE NIGHT
    Nona angrily rolls her hair as Zeke undresses .
    ZEKE
    I had some players to see and hands to shake.
    NONA
    At one in the morning?
    ZEKE
    I'm not gon na get anywhere punching a clock just so my wife does n't get an attitude.
    NONA
    I came second to the NBA. I'm not about to come second to this bullshit scouting job.
    Zeke looks at her , offended .
    NONA
    ( cont 'd . )
    I did n't mean it like that.
    ZEKE
    Yeah.
    NONA
    I'm just saying it'd be nice if you found time for your family. You should see the tramps coming after Quincy. If you do n't talk to him.
    ZEKE
    I have.
    A beat .
    NONA
    You said you'd think about going back to get your degree.
    ZEKE
    No, you said I should get my degree. I like my `` bullshit'' job, okay, and it's gon na lead to a spot in the front office. Til then, do n't worry, there's just enough savings to keep your ass in Gucci and gold.
    Livid , Nona pulls off her gold bracelet , throws it at him .
    NONA
    Fine, then how many nights home is that?
    ZEKE
    Keep your voice down.
    She grabs a pair of gold earrings from her jewelry box , nails him .
    NONA
    How about now? I got a week yet?

INT. MCCALL HOUSE - QUINCY'S ROOM - CONTINUOUS
    Quincy lies in bed , staring at the ceiling , as his parents continue to have it out . He rolls out of bed , pulls on a pair of shorts and a T - shirt . He moves to his window , pulls it open and climbs out .

EXT. MCCALL AND WRIGHT HOUSES - CONTINUOUS
    Quincy crosses the grass to Monica 's window , knocks quietly . Long beat , then Monica sleepily stumbles to her window , wearing boxers and a tank top . She pushes it open and Quincy pulls himself through .

INT. WRIGHT HOUSE - MONICA'S ROOM - CONTINUOUS
    Now a routine , Monica tosses Quincy one of her pillows and blankets , then crawls back into bed . He lays out on the floor and closes his eyes . Monica casts a long , sleepy glance at him , then drifts back to sleep .

INT. WRIGHT HOUSE - MONICA'S ROOM - LATE DAY
    Posters of Magic line three walls . A hand - made collage of female college and Olympic ball - players fills the fourth . The only real `` soft '' touch is the teddy bear laying on the pillow . Monica sits on the floor between Lena 's legs , as Lena puts Monica 's hair in cornrows .
    LENA
    That too tight?
    MONICA
    No.
    LENA
    Mom's going to hate it.
    MONICA
    Always on my ass, anyway.
    LENA
    Like you do n't give her a hard time.
    MONICA
    Just cause I do n't kiss her booty like you.
    Lena yanks Monica 's head back .
    MONICA
    ( cont 'd . )
    Ow!
    LENA
    You need to. She's alone in this house all day, taking care of Dad and your ungrateful behind.
    MONICA
    No one's forcing her.
    LENA
    Just try and chill a little bit, alright.
    Monica does n't answer . Lena yanks her head back again .
    MONICA
    Ow! Okay!
    They crack up .
    LENA
    So what's going on with the Spring Dance? You have a date yet?
    MONICA
    ( sarcastically . )
    Yeah, brothers are lined up at my locker.
    LENA
    I found you someone.
    MONICA
    Found? I'm not some charity case.
    LENA
    I know.
    MONICA
    Mom tell you to do this?
    LENA
    No.
    MONICA
    Damn, Lena.
    ( then . )
    Who is he?
    LENA
    This brother from my college.
    MONICA
    He's in college?
    LENA
    And he's fine, girl.
    MONICA
    How'd you get him to say yes?
    LENA
    I told him you looked like me.
    MONICA
    Oh, great.
    LENA
    You do.
    MONICA
    Yeah, right.
    LENA
    If you were tore up I would not be claiming you. Trust.
    Monica is not convinced .
    LENA
    ( cont 'd . )
    We'll do something cute with your hair, get you a dress, get you some heels.
    MONICA
    I do n't know how to walk in heels.
    LENA
    Hey. You just worry about playing your behind off for that recruiter tonight. Let me worry about your date.
    Lena starts to braid Monica 's hair again . Beat , then .
    MONICA
    You ever been in love?
    LENA
    Too many times.
    MONICA
    They ever love you back?
    LENA
    Yeah, once I cut them off. Why?
    Monica just shrugs . Lena continues braiding .

EXT. MCCALL HOUSE - DRIVEWAY - LATE DAY
    Quincy and Zeke sweat through a playfully intense game of one - on - one . Quincy almost breaks Zeke 's ankles with a cross - over dribble , and leaves him in the dust . He stops under the basket , waves for his Dad to come on before laying it up . Zeke smiles , tells Quincy to bring that shit on again . Quincy tries his cross - over again and this time Zeke picks him clean . Zeke taunts him as he easily backs in on him to the basket .

INT. WRIGHT HOUSE - KITCHEN - DUSK
    Camille stands at the stove , cooking up some yams . Monica enters with a gym bag over her shoulder , dribbling her ball . THE HOOD OF HER SWEATSHIRT COVERS HER HAIR .
    CAMILLE
    Monica, please.
    Monica stops .
    MONICA
    Sorry.
    ( then . )
    I'm leaving.
    Camille fills a spoon from the pot , holds it out .
    CAMILLE
    Taste this.
    MONICA
    I ca n't eat before a game.
    CAMILLE
    Child, take a bite.
    Monica sighs , takes a bite . It 's good .
    CAMILLE
    ( cont 'd . )
    I found some apricot chutney and mixed it with the yams.
    MONICA
    You really should be a caterer or something like you used to say.
    CAMILLE
    Sure. In between all the other things I have to do.
    She pulls off Monica 's hood , then stops when she sees her braids . Monica looks back defiantly .
    MONICA
    What?
    CAMILLE
    Nothing. So good luck.
    She forces a smile , turns back to her cooking . Monica just nods , and crosses out .

INT. CRENSHAW HIGH SCHOOL GYM - NIGHT
    The championship game . The bleachers are almost filled . Nathan and Lena sit , dead center . ALSO IN ATTENDANCE , COACH CHERYL MILLER - THE COACH OF USC . Quincy sits in the back row with a couple of teammates . As always , he 's the focus of much attention . Monica and her teammates are crouched in a tight huddle , surrounding Coach Hiserman .
    COACH HISERMAN
    I do n't have to tell you girls how big this game is. We worked too damn hard all season to leave without this championship. So let's play smart.
    ( looks at Monica . )
    . let's play in control, and let's kick some butt. Cougars on three. Once. two. three.
    TEAM
    Cougars!
    As Monica moves to center court , she glances up at the USC Coach , then at Quincy . Monica takes a deep breath as she lines up for the opening tip . An opposing player suddenly bumps her out of position . Monica glares at her , but just moves over . The ball is tossed up .

INT. CRENSHAW GYM - NIGHT
    Fourth quarter . One minute left . Cougars down three . Monica dribbles down court , bouncing with confidence as her opponent plays her tight . Monica zips a no - look pass to a teammate , who lays it up . Quincy punches one of his friends - `` Oh shit ! '' She is having the game of her life . On the defensive end , Monica steals the ball . She drives the length of the court , lays it up between two defenders . The crowd is hyped . Twenty seconds left , up by one . Monica hounds the opposing guard as she brings up the ball . Monica suddenly reaches in and knocks the ball loose . As she goes for the ball , a WHISTLE .
    REFEREE
    Reaching in, number thirty - two. One - and - one.
    Boos fill the gym . Monica 's eyes widen .
    MONICA
    No!
    Anger rushes through her as she starts for the ref .
    MONICA
    ( cont 'd . )
    That's bullsh -!
    COACH HISERMAN
    Monica!
    Monica catches herself , turns the word `` shit '' into a frustrated yell as she quickly moves away from the ref . Monica lines up for the free - throw , clenching her fists . The girl hits the first one . Then , she hits the second . With ten seconds left , down by one , Monica drives down court and throws up a prayer . EVERYONE IS ON THEIR FEET AS THE BALL SPINS AROUND THE RIM . AND THEN . IT POPS OUT . An opposing player grabs the rebound and Monica has no choice but to foul her . Monica has just fouled out . She walks to her bench and drops down . She buries her face in a towel and sobs . The buzzer goes off . Cougars lose . Quincy stares at Monica , feeling almost as bad as she does .

INT. WRIGHT HOUSE - MONICA'S ROOM - NIGHT
    Monica sits slumped on her bed in a bathrobe , as Lena stands in front of her , putting the finishing touches on Monica 's make - up .
    LENA
    Might help if you did n't look so evil.
    MONICA
    I do n't even want to go.
    She steps back , looks at her work .
    LENA
    Mom!
    Beat , then Camille enters .
    LENA
    ( cont 'd . )
    Talk to me.
    Camille stares at her daughter , taken aback by how great she looks .
    CAMILLE
    Go in my top drawer and get my pearls.
    Lena exits . Monica still looks miserable .
    CAMILLE
    ( cont 'd . )
    You okay?
    Monica shrugs .
    CAMILLE
    ( cont 'd . )
    Well, can you promise me one thing?
    MONICA
    What?
    CAMILLE
    Tonight, do n't worry about yesterday's game, the recruiters, or anything else. I just want you to enjoy being beautiful. Will you do that?
    Monica takes this in as Lena returns with Camille 's pearls .
    LENA
    Here.
    Camille puts them around Monica 's neck . Monica looks back at her .
    MONICA
    You really think I look beautiful?
    Camille smiles at her daughter , nods . Monica touches the pearls .

INT. CRENSHAW GYM - NIGHT
    An R&B song jams through the speakers , filling the dance floor with high school kids in suits and dresses . In the middle of the floor , Quincy gets his groove on with his date , Shawnee . She dances so provocatively , there is no mistaking what she has in mind for later . Over at the doors , Monica enters with her college date , JASON , 21 , and fine . Heads turn in surprise . Monica feels the stares , shifts nervously .
    JASON
    Can I take your coat?
    MONICA
    You're cold?
    Monica starts to pull it off .
    JASON
    No, I mean I can check it for you.
    MONICA
    ( embarrassed . )
    Oh, sorry.
    Jason pulls off her coat , revealing a dress that shows off everything Monica has been hiding . He checks out her frame , smiles .
    JASON
    Your sister was n't lying.
    He crosses to the coat check , leaving her alone . ANGLE ON Quincy , who glances over from the middle of the dance floor , and abruptly stops . He stares at Monica in shock .
    QUINCY
    Oh. shit.
    Quincy starts off the floor as a new song kicks in .
    SHAWNEE
    Q, I like this song.
    ANGLE ON Monica , sees Quincy approaching in his suit . She quickly steadies herself on her heels , brushes a curl from her face .
    QUINCY
    See you made it.
    MONICA
    Yeah.
    QUINCY
    You do n't look half - bad.
    MONICA
    You either.
    Jason returns . Quincy looks at him , surprised .
    JASON
    What's up, Black. I'm Jason.
    QUINCY
    Q.
    Shawnee suddenly steps up , slides her arms around Quincy .
    SHAWNEE
    Dang, girl, I did n't know Nike made dresses.
    Monica looks at Shawnee , wrapped around Quincy . She ca n't believe it .
    MONICA
    Guess we'll see you later.
    Monica heads into the crowd with her college man . Quincy watches her go .

INT. CRENSHAW HIGH SCHOOL GYM - LATER
    Monica sits at a table with Jason . His arm lays casually across the back of her chair . Monica sits upright , stiff .
    JASON
    So, you like school?
    Monica smiles nervously , nods .
    JASON
    ( cont 'd . )
    Yeah, high school was cool. I do n't remember sisters being as fine as you, though.
    Monica just holds that nervous smile .
    JASON
    ( cont 'd . )
    So what do you like studying?
    MONICA
    Gym.
    He waits for more , but nothing comes .
    JASON
    I'm an English major. You like English?
    MONICA
    Sort of.
    JASON
    Careful.
    MONICA
    Huh?
    JASON
    That was two words.
    Monica ducks her head , embarrassed . Jason laughs .
    JASON
    ( cont 'd . )
    Girl, how come you're so stressed?
    MONICA
    Sorry.
    JASON
    I mean, I'm having a good time with you.
    His arm slides off the back of her chair and onto her shoulders .
    JASON
    ( cont 'd . )
    So tell me what I have to do to make you have a good time with me.
    MONICA
    My mouth is kinda dry.
    JASON
    Then I'll get you some punch.
    He stands , then .
    JASON
    ( cont 'd . )
    Just do n't jet while I'm gone and leave a glass slipper behind.
    Monica 's face lights up . Jason smiles .
    JASON
    ( cont 'd . )
    There we go.
    He crosses away to the refreshment table . Monica smiles wider , leans back in her chair with her legs splayed . She catches herself and quickly crosses them . A couple of guys pass by and check her out . Monica smiles wider . Quincy steps up , holding two cups of punch .
    QUINCY
    Hey.
    MONICA
    Hey.
    QUINCY
    You having fun?
    MONICA
    Yeah.
    QUINCY
    Yeah, the DJ's kinda whack, though.
    ( beat . )
    So who is this clown?
    MONICA
    He ai n't Spalding.
    QUINCY
    Guess not.
    MONICA
    So you took Shawnee, huh?
    The DJ puts on `` Make It Last Forever '' by Keith Sweat . Couples move to the dance floor .
    QUINCY
    ( embarrassed . )
    You know, it was late and she asked.
    JASON
    You want to dance?
    Jason stands behind her chair . Monica smiles shyly .
    MONICA
    Sure.
    Jason puts down her cup of punch , takes her hand , leads her to the dance floor . Quincy just shakes his head , then crosses to his table , grabs Shawnee 's hand .
    QUINCY
    C'mon.
    He pulls Shawnee to the middle of the floor . ANGLE ON Monica , nervous at first , a little awkward , but Jason gently guides her in a slow circle and she starts to relax . Jason moves his hands down Monica 's back , pulling her in closer . Shawnee snuggles into Quincy 's chest , runs her hands down his neck . The heat from bodies grows . Monica and Quincy glance up at the same time and catch each other 's eyes . They start to look away but find they ca n't . Eyes locked as they dance , they move together , almost feel each other . Finally , as their bodies turn , they lose sight . Monica puts her head to Jason 's chest , Quincy slides his hands lower down Shawnee 's back . The music continues .

INT. JASON'S CAR - NIGHT
    Jason and Monica are parked up on Mulholland Drive . LL Cool J 's `` I Need Love '' plays on the tape deck . Jason has his arm around Monica , ready to make his move .
    MONICA
    ( rattling . )
    Freshman year, my free throw percentage was fifty - one percent, cause I was shooting it like a jump shot.
    Jason leans in , kisses her bare shoulder .
    MONICA
    ( cont 'd . )
    Um. but then sophomore year I was shooting seventy - five percent from the line.
    Jason kisses her neck .
    MONICA
    ( cont 'd . )
    uh, by keeping my feet set and really following through.
    Jason goes in for the slam dunk . Kisses Monica on the lips . It 's the first time she 's really been kissed . Jason pulls away , smiles .
    JASON
    That was nice.
    MONICA
    Uh - huh.
    JASON
    Your sister told me hands off, but I ca n't help myself.
    Jason leans in . Monica closes her eyes , and they kiss some more . Monica tries to follow his practiced lips . Jason 's tongue slides in and their bodies slide down . His hand moves across her breast . Monica 's eyes pop open .
    MONICA
    Wait.
    JASON
    Shh. It's okay.
    Naive and inexperienced , Monica shuts her eyes tight . E WRIGHT HOUSE - NIGHT Jason 's car pulls off , Monica slowly moves to her front door . She looks in the living room window . Her mom is asleep in a chair , trying to wait up . Monica catches her reflection in the window . She glares at her made - up face , then wipes at her mouth with her hand . She steps back , walks to her bedroom window . She pulls it open , kicks off her heels and climbs through .

INT. WRIGHT HOUSE - MONICA'S ROOM - CONTINUOUS
    Monica moves to her bed and drops down . She sits motionless for a beat , then suddenly feels something beneath her . She reaches for it . IT 'S A LETTER FROM THE USC ATHLETIC DEPARTMENT . Monica stares at it in her hands . Light suddenly cuts through the darkness . Monica turns and is surprised to see Quincy standing in the middle of his room , pulling off his jacket . Monica moves to her window , pulls it open .
    MONICA
    Psst.
    Quincy looks over . Beat . Then he climbs out of his window , drops down .

EXT. WRIGHT AND MCCALL HOUSES - CONTINUOUS
    MONICA
    Early night for you, is n't it?
    QUINCY
    I was about to ask you the same thing, going out with a college boy and all.
    Monica does n't respond .
    QUINCY
    ( cont 'd . )
    So where'd you go after?
    MONICA
    ( beat . )
    Mulholland Drive.
    QUINCY
    Figures.
    MONICA
    So what dead - end street did you and Shawnee hit?
    QUINCY
    None of your business.
    MONICA
    Well, I'm sure she kept her word and left you satisfied.
    QUINCY
    That what you think?
    Monica shrugs .
    QUINCY
    ( cont 'd . )
    Little after you left, I told Shawnee it was time to go and I drove her ass straight home. And after she told me I was the dumbest brother in the world, I took off.
    MONICA
    Why?
    QUINCY
    Cause I do n't just stick my dick in anything.
    Monica takes this in .
    MONICA
    I was sitting in Jason's ride with him kissing on me and feeling on me and it was really bugging me cause I could n't remember how many offensive boards I had in the championship. And then I guess she got tired of me sort of accidentally kneeing him in the balls.
    Beat , then Quincy cracks up . Monica laughs with him .
    QUINCY
    Four.
    MONICA
    What?
    QUINCY
    You had four offensive rebounds.
    Monica stares at him , surprised . She thinks .
    MONICA
    Hold up for a second.
    Monica disappears back inside . Beat , then she re - appears . She climbs out her window , drops down . Quincy looks at her . She holds out the envelope from USC .
    QUINCY
    When'd you get this?
    MONICA
    It was on my bed when I came in.
    ( then . )
    Can you just?
    QUINCY
    ( beat . )
    You sure?
    Monica nods . Quincy takes the envelope , sits down on the grass . Monica sits down beside him . He tears open the envelope and pulls out the letter . Monica stares at him as he reads , trying to see an answer in his face . Quincy finally looks up . Expressionless .
    QUINCY
    ( cont 'd . )
    Damn girl.
    Monica 's face falls . And then , a slow smile spreads across Quincy 's face .
    QUINCY
    ( cont 'd . )
    They want you.
    Monica grabs the letter , reads . Her head just drops as a tidal wave of relief washes over her . Quincy smiles .
    QUINCY
    ( cont 'd . )
    Congratulations.
    Monica looks up , cheesing .
    QUINCY
    ( cont 'd . )
    I'm gon na be there, too. I'm announcing tomorrow.
    MONICA
    I knew it.
    Monica ca n't contain her excitement . Without thinking , she gives Quincy a kiss . They pull away , then break into nervous laughter .
    QUINCY
    What was that about?
    MONICA
    I know, right?
    But they both want more . They lean in , kiss deeply . They fall back on the grass . And kiss . And kiss . Suddenly , Monica pulls away , sits up . Quincy follows , instantly apologetic . Monica stares at him , then to his surprise , she reaches over , gives his shirt a small tug with her finger . Quincy stares at her , then slowly pulls off his tie . He nervously unbuttons his shirt . He fumbles with the last two buttons . Monica slowly pulls down the straps of her dress , self - conscious . Quincy ca n't keep his eyes off her . He pulls off his pants . Monica glances down and her eyes widen . She looks scared to death . Quincy smiles softly , leans in and gently kisses her . She relaxes . They lay down . Quincy reaches into his pants for a condom . His hands shake as he puts it on . They stare at each other as he moves on top of her . Quincy pushes inside her . She flinches back in pain . Quincy immediately stops as tears spring to her eyes .
    QUINCY
    ( softly . )
    You want to stop?
    Monica shakes her head . Quincy pushes inside again . He looks down at her with tenderness , moves gently , kisses her tears . FADE TO BLACK . FOOTAGE . 1988 - 89 NBA Finals . Game SEVEN . The Lakers against the Pistons . With seconds left , up by three , Magic guards Isiah Thomas . They collide , no foul is called and the Lakers win their second championship . TITLE CARD : `` THIRD QUARTER ''

INT. USC - CAMPUS GYM - MORNING
    Championship banners hang from the ceiling . TWELVE YOUNG WOMEN sit on the first two rows of bleachers . The eight upperclassmen kick back in the second row , comfortable , confident . Monica and the three other freshmen sit in front of them , jiggling nervously . COACH MILLER stands in front of the team .
    COACH MILLER
    I do n't know some of you very well yet, and you do n't know me because I'm still being nice to you.
    Laughter from the upperclassmen .
    COACH MILLER
    ( cont 'd . )
    But my philosophy is simple. Hard work and sacrifice. There's a lot of basketball history and pride here at USC, but just putting on the cardinal and gold does n't make you a great player. Hard work and sacrifice makes you a great player. What you were does n't matter anymore. For the first time in your life, you wo n't be the best. You'll be going up against women that are bigger and stronger and better than you ever imagined. So the question is, how will you respond? Well, your answer better be hard work and sacrifice because that's the only way you're gon na make it through. Vince Lombardi preached it and I teach it, `` There is only one way to succeed at anything and that is to give everything.''
    Coach Miller pauses a moment to let her words sink in . Monica glances at her fellow freshman for their reactions . Like her , a lot of cockiness , a lot of fear .
    COACH MILLER
    ( cont 'd . )
    A few simple rules. Eleven o'clock curfew, no exceptions. Always be on time, no exceptions. Attend every class, no exceptions. No drugs, no alcohol, no getting pregnant. And finally, respect yourselves, respect your coaches and respect your teammates, right Sidra?
    SIDRA , senior point guard , nods from the second row .
    SIDRA
    That's right, Coach.
    COACH MILLER
    By the end of this year some of you will hate me.
    The upperclassmen crack up .
    COACH MILLER
    ( cont 'd . )
    Some of you will want to go home.
    UPPERCLASSMEN
    ( cat - calling . )
    Cree!
    CREE , junior forward , ducks her head sheepishly . Coach Miller smiles .
    COACH MILLER
    But I guarantee you, if you work hard and sacrifice, all of you will be better basketball players and better people.
    Monica nods , accepting the challenge .

EXT. TRACK - EARLY MORNING
    It 's cold , it 's dark . It 's six a.m. . The team pounds down the track , pushing through a two - mile run . Monica and her freshman teammate/roommate SHAYLA , 18 , breathe heavily from the back of the pack . From the sideline .
    COACH MILLER
    Let's go, freshmen, you're getting spanked!
    Monica sucks it up , runs faster . She reaches the middle of the pack , then runs out of gas . She drops back to the rear .
    COACH MILLER
    ( cont 'd . )
    Monica, I'm putting you on my Wizard of Oz team. No brains, no courage and no heart!

INT. CAMPUS GYM - MORNING
    Defensive drills . One by one , players crouch low and move backwards down the sideline . ZVETTE , a junior guard , hustles through the drill .
    COACH MILLER
    Way to work, Zvette.
    Monica starts the drill .
    COACH MILLER
    ( cont 'd . )
    Get lower, Monica, move your feet.
    Monica grimaces as she squats lower .
    COACH MILLER
    ( cont 'd . )
    I said lower!
    Coach Miller stops her , squats down low beside her .
    COACH MILLER
    ( cont 'd . )
    This is low, got it? Offense sells tickets, defense wins games!
    Monica starts again .

INT. CAMPUS GYM - MORNING
    The team stands along the baseline . Monica stands right below the free throw line . TONI , 6 ' 4 '' , 200 pound senior , drives the lane . Monica steps in front of her , and is slammed to the floor . She lays still for a moment , stunned by the impact . Laughter from the baseline .
    SIDRA
    Dag, you took her out, T.
    Teammates SANDRA and LISA crack up .
    SANDRA
    I think she just said `` Mommy.''
    LISA
    No, she said `` mammary.''
    COACH MILLER
    Monica, you trying to tell me you ca n't take a little challenge?
    Monica crawls to her feet .
    MONICA
    I can take it.
    COACH MILLER
    This time get your feet set.
    Monica moves back into position . Toni drives at her again . Monica steps in front of her , braces herself . Toni slams into her and she hits the floor . Monica blinks back the pain as she pops back up .
    COACH MILLER
    ( cont 'd . )
    Next!
    Monica wobbles back to the sideline .

INT. WEIGHT ROOM - LATE DAY
    The team is spread out , lifting weights . Monica lies on a weight bench , her arms shaking as she struggles to bench press fifty - pounds . Sidra stands behind her , spotting .
    SIDRA
    You got it, c'mon, lift!
    Monica lifts it with Sidra 's help .
    SIDRA
    ( cont 'd . )
    That's it.
    MONICA
    Coach hates me, does n't she?
    SIDRA
    She hates all freshmen.
    Monica scowls , discouraged .
    MONICA
    What's up with that?
    SIDRA
    Hey, do n't take it personal. And do n't think just cause we play the same position we have to compete with each other. We're teammates, okay?
    MONICA
    Thanks, Sidra.
    SIDRA
    Besides. I've been starting point the last two years. Ai n't no way some dumb - ass freshman is taking my spot.
    Sidra walks off , leaving Monica with the bar on her chest . Finally , she has to drop the weight to the floor .

EXT. USC CAMPUS - LATE MORNING
    Monica and Quincy walk to class , his arm draped casually across her shoulders . Quincy gets looks and smiles . Monica just looks exhausted .
    MONICA
    You finish the reading for E - con?
    QUINCY
    Yeah.
    MONICA
    What'd it say?
    QUINCY
    Basically broke down how I'm gon na make mad loot in the NBA, me being such a limited commodity and all.
    MONICA
    Whatever, big head.
    Quincy laughs . TWO GIRLS pass by , smile .
    GIRL #1
    Hey, Q - man, you gon na take us to the Final Four?
    QUINCY
    We'll see.
    GIRL #2
    We'll be watching.
    The girls continue on . Monica looks at Quincy .
    QUINCY
    What?
    MONICA
    You do see me standing here, right?
    QUINCY
    I ca n't be nice to a fan?
    MONICA
    Fine, Quincy.
    QUINCY
    I ca n't help girls coming up to me.
    MONICA
    I said fine.
    Quincy looks at her sulking . He suddenly pulls her down onto the nearby lawn , and cradles her .
    QUINCY
    It's okay, little baby.
    MONICA
    ( struggling . )
    Quit.
    Quincy grips her tighter , rocks her . Students pass by , laugh .
    QUINCY
    Shhh. Daddy's here.
    Monica finally cracks up .
    MONICA
    You're such a punk.
    He gives her a kiss .
    QUINCY
    All these girls. you're the only one I know who's for real.
    Monica smiles , kisses him back .
    MONICA
    Always.

INT. CAMPUS GYM - MORNING
    A heated scrimmage between the women 's `` A '' team -LRB- the starting five -RRB- and `` B '' team -LRB- five who want to be starting -RRB- . Monica runs point for the `` B '' team , playing opposite Sidra . Sidra is all over Monica , slipping in cheap shots , but Monica starts to come on . She does a quick cross - over and loses Sidra . She dishes off to Shayla , who scores .
    COACH MILLER
    Sidra! You feel like playing any `` D''?
    Sidra scowls as she runs down court . She gets a pass in the corner , tires to make a move but Monica slaps the ball loose . Monica grabs it , drives to the three - point line , puts up the shot . SWISH ! Monica stays posed , with her arm up . Sidra takes advantage , sprints back down court . She get the long pass , lays it up . Coach Miller blows her whistle .
    COACH MILLER
    ( cont 'd . )
    Monica! Get over here.
    Monica jogs over , sheepish .
    COACH MILLER
    ( cont 'd . )
    While you're so busy posing, your man just scored!
    Monica drops her head .
    COACH MILLER
    ( cont 'd . )
    Show me again.
    MONICA
    What?
    COACH MILLER
    You love to pose so much, let's see it again.
    Beat , then Monica holds up her arm like she just shot the ball . Snickers from her teammates .
    COACH MILLER
    ( cont 'd . )
    I want you to stand like that for the rest of practice.
    MONICA
    Coach.
    COACH MILLER
    I want you to stand like that until you're sick of it because I do n't ever want to see it again, you hear me?
    ( then . )
    Dora, take her spot.
    DORA , freshman , jogs onto the court . Coach Miller blows her whistle and the scrimmage resumes . Monica stands alone on the sideline , posing , and feeling like an asshole .

INT. LOCKER ROOM - LATE MORNING
    Monica sits on the bench in front of her locker , dressing after the shower . Shayla sits next to her . Nearby , Lisa and Sandra apply make - up in the mirror . Zvette passes by , already dressed . Lisa turns .
    LISA
    Z, I know you're gon na shower first.
    ZVETTE
    I do n't smell bad.
    SANDRA
    And you wonder why your ass sits alone on the bus.
    Cree glances over from another sink , as she snaps the chain on her CROSS NECKLACE .
    CREE
    You guys curse too much.
    SANDRA
    Since when is `` ass'' a curse?
    MAEYEN walks past .
    MAEYEN
    Whoa, it's as big as yours.
    They crack up . Cree just shakes her head . Two TEAMMATES pass by Monica with their arms raised , mimicking her pose . Monica shakes her head . Sidra glances at Monica from her spot on the bench .
    SIDRA
    That's what you get for trying to show out, freshman.
    MONICA
    I was just playing ball.
    SIDRA
    You were trying to make me look bad.
    MONICA
    Did n't have to try very hard.
    Ears prick up around the locker room . Sidra stands .
    SIDRA
    Girl, do n't you know you're just sloppy seconds?
    Monica rises .
    MONICA
    What?
    Toni tries to step in .
    TONI
    Sidra, let it go.
    SIDRA
    Only reason you're here is cause Tonya Randall got pregnant and decided not to come. They were done recruiting.
    KELLI , senior forward , shakes her head .
    KELLI
    That's cold, Sid.
    SIDRA
    Just thought the girl should know.
    Monica is stunned . Sidra saunters to the showers . Shayla nudges her with her shoulder .
    SHAYLA
    Do n't even trip. She's just mad cause she's bow - legged.

INT. USC SUITES - QUINCY'S ROOM - NIGHT
    Monica and Quincy lay feet to face on Quincy 's twin bed . Monica 's hand holds an ice bag on Quincy 's hip . Quincy 's arm rests across an ice bag on Monica 's ankle .
    QUINCY
    Forget Tonya Randall.
    MONICA
    I'm telling you, Coach wishes she was here instead of me.
    QUINCY
    Then prove her wrong.
    MONICA
    I do n't have it easy like you, alright. There's no red carpet laid out for me.
    QUINCY
    So you're gon na act salty all night?
    Quincy 's roommate/teammate REGGIE , 18 , suddenly pops his head into the room .
    REGGIE
    Yo, dog, we're about to order some wings.
    QUINCY
    Nah, thanks.
    Reggie shrugs , closes the door . Quincy looks at Monica , still brooding .
    QUINCY
    ( cont 'd . )
    Fine. Do n't worry about proving everybody wrong, okay? You ca n't handle the pressure, I'll understand.
    MONICA
    That was so weak.
    QUINCY
    Who cares if you're never known as the first girl in the NBA. You'll get more play behind Quincy McCall's woman anyway.
    Monica shoves Quincy 's ice bag down his sweat pants . He leaps up .
    QUINCY
    ( cont 'd . )
    Aaaah! Damn, girl!
    MONICA
    That's what you get.
    He smiles as he pulls the ice . Then looks her up and down .
    QUINCY
    So how about a little one - on - one?
    MONICA
    What are we playing for?
    QUINCY
    Clothes.
    MONICA
    What?
    Quincy locks the door , sets up his indoor hoop .
    QUINCY
    I score, you strip. You score, I drop something.
    Monica looks at him , then cracks up .
    MONICA
    Give me the ball.
    QUINCY
    My court, I go first.
    Quincy grips the ball . Monica crouches low on defense . Quincy drives past her and slams down a vicious dunk .
    QUINCY
    ( cont 'd . )
    Strip.
    Monica makes a face , then pulls off her sweatshirt . Quincy skips back . Monica drops low again . Quincy fakes her out and slams down another vicious dunk . He laughs .
    QUINCY
    ( cont 'd . )
    Where's the `` D''?
    MONICA
    Kiss my booty.
    QUINCY
    Plan to.
    Monica glares through her smile , then pulls off her T - shirt , leaving her in a bra and shorts . Quincy goes for another dunk , but this time , Monica reaches out , GRABS HIS DICK . Quincy drops the ball . Monica picks it up and lays it in .
    QUINCY
    ( cont 'd . )
    Hold up.
    MONICA
    All's fair in love and basketball. Strip.
    Quincy pulls off his shirt . Monica moves back into position . Quincy drops down low . Monica fakes , gets him to leave his feet . She slips under him and scores . She laughs .
    MONICA
    ( cont 'd . )
    Too bad you got your mama's height, huh.
    Quincy pulls off his sweats , leaving him in just drawers . Monica takes in the view as she moves back into position . She holds the ball out , taunting . Quincy pretends to reach for it , but grabs her breast instead .
    QUINCY
    Oh, my bad.
    She drives . Quincy just steps out of the way and lets her score . Monica snatches the ball off the floor .
    MONICA
    Yo, where's the `` D''?
    QUINCY
    Right here.
    Monica turns , finds Quincy butt - naked . He moves her against the wall and kisses her . Monica drops the ball , wraps her arms around him . She smiles .
    MONICA
    I won.
    QUINCY
    I wanted you to.
    Game over . They hit it .

INT. ESPN STUDIOS
    Sportscaster DICK VITALE talks animatedly about the upcoming season .
    DICK VITALE
    It's the start of the new college season and I'm like a kid in a candy store. Too many great teams to choose from. You have your Dukes', Kentuckys', Arkansas', but my surprise treat this season.

INT. BASKETBALL COURT
    Sportscaster ROBIN ROBERTS reports on the upcoming women 's season .
    ROBIN ROBERTS
    USC. The women of Troy made it to the Sweet Sixteen last year and are returning four starters from that squad. And many consider their recruiting class one of the best in the nation. The highlight of that class,.

INT. ESPN STUDIOS
    DICK VITALE
    is Quincy McCall, one of my diaper dandies. He's a real P.T.P., a prime - time player. Every college in the country wanted him but he chose to follow in his father's footsteps and become a Trojan. He's gon na have a lot on his shoulders this season.

INT. BASKETBALL COURT
    ROBIN ROBERTS
    but Coach Cheryl Miller feels that if just one of her freshmen has a breakout year, they can go all the way. It's a long season, anything can happen, but one thing is for sure.

INT. ESPN STUDIOS
    DICK VITALE
    It's gon na be awesome, baby!

INT. SPORTS ARENA - NIGHT
    A hundred flashbulbs pop as Quincy jogs out to center court . The crowd goes crazy as .

INT. CAMPUS GYM - NIGHT
    Monica sits on the bench , watching Sidra run the floor against UNLV , as .

INT. SPORTS ARENA - NIGHT
    Quincy drives to the three - point line against Cal and puts it up . It drops through the net . He pounds his fist against the number twenty - two on his chest , nods to Zeke standing behind the bench , as .

INT. CAMPUS GYM - NIGHT
    Coach Miller motions to Monica . She jumps up , pulls off her sweats . She jogs past Arizona bench and onto the floor , as .

INT. SPORTS ARENA - NIGHT
    Quincy goes up for a dunk against North Carolina . He jams it down , grips the rim , and pulls his legs up high , as .

INT. KAISER ARENA - NIGHT
    Monica catches a long outlet pass . She drops a no - look bounce pass between two Berkeley defenders , to a teammate who scores . She jogs back , as .

INT. SPORTS ARENA - NIGHT
    Zeke grips Quincy 's head proudly , affectionately , as they walk off the floor after a game against Washington , as .

INT. UNIVERSITY OF CONNECTICUT - GAMPEL PAVILION - NIGHT
    Sidra crashes to the floor , immediately grabs at her ankle . Monica rises off the bench .

INT. SPORTS BAR - NIGHT
    Televisions hang from every corner , broadcasting various games . Zeke and Quincy sit at a bar . Quincy is still hyped from his game .
    QUINCY
    up and under between two defenders, with the left hand. That's got ta make SportsCenter.
    Zeke just nods as the Bartender/Owner crosses over . He is an ex - ballplayer named TERRY .
    QUINCY
    ( cont 'd . )
    They ca n't stop me, Pop.
    TERRY
    What are you having, Zeke?
    ZEKE
    Genuine Draft. And an orange juice for my kid.
    TERRY
    Cross - over's looking good, Quincy. I know your old man did n't teach you that.
    ZEKE
    Did n't need a cross - over to post you up.
    Terry laughs as he moves off to fix the drinks . Something is on Zeke 's mind , but before he can speak on it .
    QUINCY
    You know, the numbers I'm putting up are better than any freshman. Some people are saying I'm a definite lottery pick.
    Zeke suddenly focuses .
    ZEKE
    What people?
    QUINCY
    You know, people.
    ZEKE
    Well, tell them to mind their damn business. You're smart enough to get a degree.
    QUINCY
    I'm also good enough to go pro.
    ZEKE
    You know how much higher the play level is in the NBA? Give yourself time to develop, Quincy. Get an education. The NBA ai n't going nowhere.
    QUINCY
    You came out early.
    ZEKE
    Your mom got pregnant and I had to make choices. You do n't have a choice.
    QUINCY
    Okay.
    Silence , then .
    ZEKE
    Besides, the sooner you go pro, the sooner you'll have to deal with the mess I'm dealing with.
    QUINCY
    What mess?
    ZEKE
    there's this thing out there. This paternity suit.
    QUINCY
    What?
    ZEKE
    Some girl that's been hanging on at every party. now I'm supposed to be her baby's Daddy.
    ( then . )
    Anyway, I told your mom I wanted to be the one who told you.
    QUINCY
    Tell me what?
    ZEKE
    I just told you.
    QUINCY
    I mean, it's not true, is it?
    Zeke stares at his son .
    ZEKE
    You got the balls to ask me that?
    Quincy ca n't hold his father 's look . Zeke shakes his head , hurt .
    QUINCY
    Sorry.
    ZEKE
    No, you need to hear me say it, I'll say it. It's not true.
    Quincy looks in his father 's eyes , knows he 's telling the truth .
    QUINCY
    So what are you gon na do?
    ZEKE
    I want this thing to go to court, but my lawyer's telling me to settle.
    QUINCY
    Why?
    ZEKE
    A case like this could hang around for months and I'm up for this player relations job with the `` Clips.'' This gets out, false or not, no one'll touch me.
    QUINCY
    What's Mom think?
    ZEKE
    We have n't exactly been living the fairy - tale life the past few years. Something like this happens, it either brings a family closer or pushes them further apart. We'll just have to see how it plays out.
    ( then . )
    I'm giving her some space, couple days.
    Just then , a COLLEGE STUDENT approaches .
    COLLEGE STUDENT
    Yo, Q - man, great game.
    QUINCY
    Thanks.
    The student holds out a piece of paper , without even a glance to Zeke .
    COLLEGE STUDENT
    Can I get an autograph?
    Quincy nods , signs the guy 's paper . Zeke watches his son , the rising star .

EXT. MCCALL HOUSE - NIGHT
    Through the windows , we see Quincy enter the house . He glances around , then walks to the living room . He sees his mom sitting outside by the pool , drink in hand , looking torn up . He pulls open the sliding glass door . Nona jumps , then sees Quincy . She quickly puts her drink down .
    NONA
    You scared me.
    QUINCY
    Sorry. You okay?
    NONA
    I'm fine.
    Quincy glances at her half - hidden glass .
    QUINCY
    Last time I remember you drinking was when Marvin Gaye died.
    No response from Nona .
    QUINCY
    ( cont 'd . )
    This about Dad?
    NONA
    Guess he talked to you.
    QUINCY
    Do n't sweat it, okay. Sooner or later the truth'll come out.
    NONA
    ( beat . )
    Whose truth are you talking about?
    QUINCY
    Mom, we ca n't let something like this mess up the family.
    She does n't respond . Quincy studies her .
    QUINCY
    ( cont 'd . )
    I mean, you believe him, right?
    Nona sits silent , humiliated .
    QUINCY
    ( cont 'd . )
    Mom?
    NONA
    Just. leave it alone.
    QUINCY
    This is just about money, you know that.
    NONA
    Quincy, please.
    QUINCY
    I mean, how many times have you told me yourself to watch out for these ho's?
    NONA
    Guess I should have been telling your father.
    QUINCY
    So you're gon na take the word of some trick over Pop's? He would n't lie.
    Nona grabs an envelope beside her and throws it at him . Confused , Quincy opens it . HE PULLS OUT A COUPLE OF PHOTOS : Zeke outside a party . IN ONE PHOTO , his arm is around a young woman . IN ANOTHER PHOTO , they KISS . AND YET ANOTHER , they climb into his car .
    QUINCY
    ( cont 'd . )
    What. what's this?
    NONA
    I hired somebody. How pathetic is that? After all his late nights and `` meetings'' and I still needed proof.
    Quincy just stares at the photos .
    NONA
    ( cont 'd . )
    I used to think I was lucky just to be married to Zeke McCall, but I'm too tired.
    Quincy looks stricken , but he moves to Nona , comforts her as she cries .

EXT. TRACK - NIGHT
    Monica sits with a devastated Quincy , high up in the bleachers . In the distance , the clock - tower glows 10:50 .
    QUINCY
    Do n't put your hands in your pockets, hold your head up, always look a man in the eye, and all the time I'm hanging on his every word like he's God or something.
    MONICA
    I know he messed up, but that does n't change what he's been to you.
    QUINCY
    What has he been to me? I mean, he looked me in my face and lied like it was nothing. Like it was easy.
    ( then . )
    And I'm standing there getting loud on my mom like she's the one with no sense.
    MONICA
    She understands.
    QUINCY
    He even had me wanting to play for the `` Clippers.'' Man, how stupid am I.
    MONICA
    You're not stupid.
    QUINCY
    I know a lot of brothers dog their wives, I just never thought my pops would do some shit like this.
    Monica puts her arms around him . They sit there , quiet . Monica glances up at the clock tower . She reacts . Quincy notices .
    QUINCY
    ( cont 'd . )
    What?
    MONICA
    Nothing.
    ( beat . )
    Why do n't we walk to my dorm?
    QUINCY
    I'm not up for running into anybody. Let's just kick it here, alright?
    MONICA
    I. ca n't.
    QUINCY
    Why not?
    MONICA
    Coach has us on eleven o'clock curfew. If I'm late, I do n't suit up.
    Quincy looks at her , almost in shock .
    QUINCY
    Did n't realize you were watching the clock.
    MONICA
    I mean, I can stay a few more minutes.
    QUINCY
    Nah. Do n't sweat it.
    MONICA
    Quincy.
    QUINCY
    For real. I should be alone, anyway.
    Monica reluctantly stands .
    MONICA
    Will you call me when you get in?
    Quincy nods . Monica gives him a kiss . Then she turns and crosses away .

INT. MONICA/SHAYLA'S DORM - NIGHT
    The lights are off but Monica sits up in bed . SHE WEARS BOXERS AND ONE OF QUINCY 'S PRACTICE SHIRTS . Shayla lies under her covers across the room .
    MONICA
    I should n't have left.
    SHAYLA
    Go to sleep.
    MONICA
    You should have seen him, Shay.
    SHAYLA
    Mon, Sidra's out for one game, and you got the start. But you get caught breaking curfew and Coach is gon na send your ass back to the bench. You'll see your man tomorrow.
    Shayla 's warning slowly sinks in . Finally , Monica lays down .

EXT. TRACK - NIGHT
    The clock tower glows 12:30 . Quincy still sits in the bleachers . Alone . Tears fill his eyes as his world comes crashing down .

INT. CAMPUS GYM - LATE DAY
    USC vs. Louisiana Tech . The packed crowd is hyped . Nathan sits by himself in the stands , excited . Monica sits on the bench with four of her teammates . The rest of the team is lined up in front of them , including Sidra in street clothes .
    ANNOUNCER
    And now the starting line - up for your Women of Troy! At center, a senior, Toni Noise!
    Toni rises , jogs through the line of teammates to the court .
    ANNOUNCER
    ( cont 'd . )
    At forward, a senior, Lisa Mason!
    Lisa stands , skips through the line .
    ANNOUNCER
    ( cont 'd . )
    At forward, a junior, Zvette Mitchell!
    Zvette jumps up , bumps into each teammate as she moves down the line .
    ANNOUNCER
    ( cont 'd . )
    At guard, a freshman, Monica Wright!
    Monica takes a deep breath , then jogs through the line . She gets to the middle of the floor and looks around with her game face on .
    ANNOUNCER
    ( cont 'd . )
    And at guard, a sophomore, Sandra Perez!
    Sandra jogs out and the rest of the team follows . Everyone gathers in a tight circle with their arms around each other .
    TONI
    Look y' all, we got all these people here to see big - bad, La Tech. We need to let them know that this is our house. So everybody better leave everything out on that floor, you got that? Ready? One, two, three.
    TEAM
    Team!

INT. SPORTS ARENA - LATE DAY
    A sellout crowd for the men 's SC/Temple game . And Quincy is having the worst game of his life . He drives down court on a fast break . He ignores his two open teammates and puts up a three - pointer . It hits nothing but air . The crowd boos . Humiliated , Quincy tries to steal the ball back and commits a stupid foul . His teammates glare at him as they line up for free throws .

INT. CAMPUS GYM - CONTINUOUS
    Monica 's game . Late second half . SC down two . Monica drives the lane , drawing two defenders . She looks like she 's about to force up a shot , then suddenly whips up a pass to a wide - open Sandra at the three - point line . Nothing but net . SC up one . Coach Miller claps intensely on the sideline .
    COACH MILLER
    That's it, that's it!
    Ten seconds left . Game on the line . Monica tries to lob a pass inside to Toni . The pass is knocked away and grabbed up by the opposing point guard . It is a one - on - one between Monica and the guard . The girl drives hard for the winning hoop . Monica races to the key and slides in front of her . The guard goes up and slams into Monica . Both crash to the floor as the ball drops through the net and the buzzer goes off . A WHISTLE . The two women stare up at the REFEREE from the floor . And then -
    REFEREE
    Offensive foul! Charging! No basket!
    Monica leaps up as the crowd goes crazy . Toni grabs up Monica in a hug as their teammates celebrate around them .

INT. SPORTS ARENA - CONTINUOUS
    Quincy drags himself to his bench , slumps down dejectedly , as the Temple Owls celebrate their win around him .

INT. LOCKER ROOM - DUSK
    The female players continue to celebrate as they undress .
    MAEYEN
    Shoot, you see that crowd? We need to be playing in the Sports Arena.
    KELLI
    Hell yeah.
    They give each other a pound . Lisa looks at Monica , standing in her shorts and sports bra .
    LISA
    Oh damn, Mon..
    MONICA
    What?
    LISA
    I think ol' girl took out your chi - chis with that charge.
    The women break into laughter . Monica smiles .
    MONICA
    Kiss my ass.
    SANDRA
    Nah, I think she took that too.
    MONICA
    Sandra, please, last time you chest - bumped me, it took you three tries.
    More laughter . Monica looks over at Toni , sitting quietly at the bench .
    MONICA
    ( cont 'd . )
    Yo, T, why you so quiet?
    TONI
    ( beat . )
    I do n't want to go play overseas.
    DORA
    I thought you were hyped about going to Portugal next year.
    TONI
    It's never gon na be like this. Playing in front of my family, hanging out with my girls. Probably not even a McDonald's.
    SANDRA
    Nah, there's always a McDonald's.
    SIDRA
    Least you got an offer. My agent's still looking.
    CREE
    ( to Lisa . )
    What about you?
    LISA
    ( beat . )
    Maybe it'd be worth it if I knew some day I could come back here and play. But for right now, it's law school.
    COACH MILLER
    ( O.S . )
    Monica.
    Monica turns , sees Coach Miller standing in her office doorway . She motions for her . Monica heads over . Sidra watches .

INT. COACH MILLER'S OFFICE - SHORT TIME LATER
    Trophies , plaques and photos fill every empty space . Coach Miller sits behind her desk . Monica stands before her .
    COACH MILLER
    You could've given up after you threw that ball away. But you kept your head and you showed real heart.
    MONICA
    Thanks.
    COACH MILLER
    We've got our final games against Oregon and Oregon State and I want to shake things up a bit, so I'm starting you at point again.
    MONICA
    ( confused . )
    I thought Sidra's ankle was okay for next game.
    COACH MILLER
    You want the job or not?
    Realization finally hits .
    MONICA
    Yeah. Yes.
    Monica looks at Coach Miller completely thrown .
    COACH MILLER
    What?
    MONICA
    It's just. it seems like you're always yelling at me.
    COACH MILLER
    You think I'd go hoarse for a player with no potential? When I ignore you, that's when you worry.
    ( then . )
    Go get dressed.
    Monica nods , crosses out .

INT. LOCKER ROOM - CONTINUOUS
    As Monica walks back to her teammates , Coach Miller steps into the doorway .
    COACH MILLER
    Sidra.
    Sidra looks at Monica as she rises , crosses over . Monica avoids her eyes as they pass . Sidra enters the office and the door closes .
    SHAYLA
    Yo sis, what's going on?
    Beat , then Monica smiles .

INT. APARTMENT - NIGHT
    Black folks pack the cramped houseparty , bumping to a phat hip hop joint . Monica bounces through the throng . A GIRL grabs her arm .
    GIRL'S VOICE
    Yo, great game.
    MONICA
    Thanks.
    Another PARTY - GOER grabs her arm .
    PARTY-GOER
    Girl, you can play.
    Monica smiles wider . She spots Reggie dancing in the crowd , moves to him .
    MONICA
    Reg. You seen Quincy?
    REGGIE
    What's up, girl.
    MONICA
    ( louder . )
    Derek said Q was here.
    REGGIE
    We'll roll through.
    Monica is suddenly pulled into a dance routine by Sandra and Lisa . She laughs , tires to move away , but they wo n't let her go . Monica gives in , grooves with them . Quincy walks through the door with a half - empty forty in his hand . Girls immediately try to grab his attention from the dance floor , or stare him down from the sidelines . Quincy sees Monica on the dance floor . He stands , watching her . Takes a drink . Monica finally looks over , sees him . She smiles , crosses to him .
    MONICA
    Hey.
    QUINCY
    What's up?
    MONICA
    I've been trying to find you all day.
    QUINCY
    Here I am.
    She glances at the forty in his hand .
    MONICA
    Sorry about your game.
    QUINCY
    It happens, right.
    Shayla suddenly grabs Monica from behind .
    SHAYLA
    ( to Monica . )
    What's up, superstar.
    ( then , to Quincy . )
    Your girl was on tonight. She tell you?
    QUINCY
    ( beat . )
    I heard.
    SHAYLA
    She also tell you she ganked the starting spot from Sidra?
    Monica looks at him for a reaction .
    QUINCY
    Nah.
    He downs the last of his forty .
    QUINCY
    ( cont 'd . )
    Where's the keg at?
    SHAYLA
    Balcony.
    He heads for the glass doors . Monica and Shayla follow .

EXT. BALCONY - CONTINUOUS
    Reggie approaches the group . Gives Quincy a nod .
    REGGIE
    What's up, dog?
    ( to Shayla . )
    Hey, flyness.
    SHAYLA
    Get off the bra strap, Reggie, you're a ho.
    He laughs , then turns back to Quincy .
    REGGIE
    Coach is gon na kill us in practice tomorrow. Might even pull his lips off your dick, limp as your game was tonight.
    Quincy just looks at him .
    QUINCY
    That's funny.
    Monica leans against Quincy , affectionately .
    MONICA
    he's just playing, Q.
    QUINCY
    You think for once we could talk about something besides basketball?
    SHAYLA
    Sure.
    REGGIE
    Whatever's clever.
    Silence . Reggie and Shayla crack up . Quincy shakes his head , moves to the keg line .
    MONICA
    Y' all need to quit.
    She starts for Quincy
    SIDRA
    ( O.S . )
    Monica.
    Monica looks over , sees Sidra standing in the doorway . There is no escaping this confrontation . She glances at Quincy , then crosses over . Quincy turns , sees her disappear back inside .

INT. HOUSEPARTY - CONTINUOUS
    MONICA
    What's up?
    SIDRA
    Just wanted to say good game.
    MONICA
    But?
    SIDRA
    No buts. Took a lot of heart to take that charge.
    MONICA
    Thanks.
    SIDRA
    But that was a dumb - ass pass to Toni. Ten seconds left, you run out the clock.
    Monica shakes her head . An awkward silence .
    SIDRA
    ( cont 'd . )
    I'd be lying if I said I was n't pissed.
    MONICA
    I know.
    SIDRA
    Just one word of advice for next season.
    MONICA
    What's that?
    SIDRA
    Never let a freshman take your spot.
    Sidra turns and walks away .

EXT. BALCONY - CONTINUOUS
    Quincy takes one long drink from his cup . KERRY , 20 , and spandexed , stands directly in front of him , flirtatiously .
    KERRY
    Excuse me.
    QUINCY
    Excuse me.
    He steps aside as she tries to work the keg . Nothing comes out . She nods at his cup , smiles .
    KERRY
    If that's the last beer, you and I are sharing.
    Shayla glances over as Quincy pumps the keg a couple of times . Kerry hands him her cup and he starts filling it up .
    KERRY
    ( cont 'd . )
    I like watching you play. Number twenty - two.
    QUINCY
    Guess you did n't see the game.
    Quincy knows he should blow her off , but he 's digging the attention . He hands her back her cup .
    QUINCY
    ( cont 'd . )
    What's your name?
    KERRY
    Kerry.
    QUINCY
    Q.
    KERRY
    I know.
    ANGLE ON Monica looks over at Quincy and sees him talking to the hoochie . The girl looks too damn comfortable . Monica moves back outside .
    KERRY
    ( cont 'd . )
    I'll see you. Q - man.
    She swishes past Monica . Shayla `` accidentally '' bumps her . Kerry glares .
    MONICA
    Who was that?
    QUINCY
    Nobody.
    MONICA
    Who's nobody?
    QUINCY
    Look, this party's whack. You ready to go?
    MONICA
    You want to go talk?
    QUINCY
    Not really.
    He leans in , kisses her drunkenly . She pulls away .
    MONICA
    We could finish what we were talking about last night.
    Quincy kisses her again .
    MONICA
    ( cont 'd . )
    Q.
    ( pushing him off . )
    Quincy, quit. You're drunk.
    They fall silent .
    QUINCY
    You know what, I'm just gon na crash.
    MONICA
    ( agitated . )
    Fine. Maybe I'll come by later.
    QUINCY
    Nah. I have curfew.
    He starts to walk away , then stops .
    QUINCY
    ( cont 'd . )
    Oh, by the way. Congratulations.
    He goes . Monica stares after him .

INT. QUINCY/REGGIE'S SUITE - LIVING ROOM - LATER
    Quincy pushes through his front door , then stops short in his doorway . Zeke sits on the couch .
    QUINCY
    What are you doing here?
    ZEKE
    Your door was unlocked.
    QUINCY
    Still is, so let yourself out.
    ZEKE
    We need to talk.
    QUINCY
    We ai n't got nothing to talk about.
    ZEKE
    I messed up, okay, I know that. But I ai n't that kid's father.
    QUINCY
    Lucky kid.
    ZEKE
    Look, I ai n't saying it was right, but sometimes things happen.
    QUINCY
    And some things should never fucking happen!
    ZEKE
    Boy, you're so perfect you can look down on me?
    QUINCY
    I ai n't a damn liar.
    ZEKE
    Your mom was real quick to show you those pictures, was n't she? Well, she was nineteen when she got pregnant and do n't get me wrong, you're the best thing in my life, but she knew I was n't ready for no marriage.
    QUINCY
    So now you're saying my mother trapped you?
    ZEKE
    I'm saying I handled my responsibilities like a man. But when you're in the NBA, you pull into a city and there's a hundred women waiting at the hotel. And another twenty that made it past security on your floor. And the boldest one is standing right at your door. And after awhile, it just becomes part of the game.
    ( then . )
    I'm sorry I lied to you, I should n't have. But I did it cause I love you.
    Zeke looks at his son , meaning every word . Quincy stares back , long and hard .
    QUINCY
    Since we're being honest, guess I should tell you. I'm dropping out of school and going pro.
    ZEKE
    What?
    Quincy just stares back .
    ZEKE
    ( cont 'd . )
    Quincy, you'd be making the biggest mistake of your life.
    QUINCY
    ( sarcastic . )
    From your mouth.
    ZEKE
    ( desperate . )
    I know your mad at me, okay, but I ca n't let you do this.
    QUINCY
    Always thought `` ca n't'' was n't in a man's vocabulary.
    Zeke is taken aback by the hatred in his son 's eyes . He turns and without another word , exits .

EXT. STREET - LATE NIGHT
    Quincy stands across the street from the houseparty , staring up at the balcony . Monica leans against the railing , laughing with a couple of teammates . Quincy watches her , then turns and walks away .

EXT. CAMPUS GYM - LATE DAY
    SLOW MOTION . Monica 's eyes are on fire as she races an Oregon player for a loose ball . Both dive for it , slide across the floor . Monica grabs it up , screams for a time - out as her opponent tries to wrestle away the ball .

EXT. QUINCY/REGGIE'S SUITE - DUSK
    Monica walks down the hall to Quincy 's suite . The window is open . The sounds of Nintendo are heard . She walks in without knocking .

INT. QUINCY/REGGIE'S SUITE - LIVING ROOM - CONTINUOUS
    Reggie sits on the couch with a TEAMMATE , playing Nintendo 's `` Duck Hunt '' .
    MONICA
    Hey, y' all.
    They barely give her a nod . Monica crosses into

INT. QUINCY/REGGIE'S ROOM - CONTINUOUS
    Quincy stands at an ironing board , ironing a T - shirt .
    MONICA
    Hey.
    QUINCY
    Hey, what's up.
    MONICA
    You were n't at my game.
    QUINCY
    Yeah, sorry about that. I had this meeting with this guy.
    Quincy pulls on the T - shirt .
    QUINCY
    ( cont 'd . )
    You win?
    MONICA
    Yeah, I hit a three at the buzzer.
    QUINCY
    The `` man'' again.
    MONICA
    ( smiles . )
    Woman.
    A knock at the front door . Quincy exits .

INT. LIVING ROOM - CONTINUOUS
    Monica follows , then stops short . Kerry , the spandexed girl from the party , stands in the doorway .
    QUINCY
    Hey, you.
    KERRY
    Hi.
    Quincy gives her a hug . Monica stares at him in disbelief . Reggie and his teammate smack each other , `` Oh shit ! ''
    QUINCY
    Oh, Kerry, this is Monica. Monica, Kerry.
    MONICA
    What the hell's going on?
    QUINCY
    We're going to get some food.
    MONICA
    Are you out of your mind?
    KERRY
    Maybe I should come back?
    MONICA
    No. You stay, I'll leave.
    She storms out .

EXT. WRIGHT HOUSE - DRIVEWAY - DUSK
    BAM ! Monica slams her car door . Her face is a mask of anger and confusion . Camille exits the house , car keys in hand . She sees her .
    CAMILLE
    Monica. What are you doing here?
    MONICA
    Did n't know I needed a reason to come home.
    CAMILLE
    Do n't be defensive. I'm just surprised to see you.
    MONICA
    Dad around?
    CAMILLE
    He's still at the bank.
    Monica glowers . Camille looks at her .
    CAMILLE
    ( cont 'd . )
    Everything okay?
    MONICA
    ( clearly not . )
    Yeah.
    Camille just nods , does n't bother asking again .
    CAMILLE
    Well, I'm going to get dinner.
    She pulls open her car door . Beat , then .
    CAMILLE
    ( cont 'd . )
    It's just a game.
    MONICA
    What?
    CAMILLE
    Whenever you lose, you get this attitude. But it's just a game.
    Monica rolls her eyes , as her mom leaves .

EXT. DORMS - NIGHT
    Quincy sits on the wall outside of Monica 's dorm , as Monica slowly makes her way up the walk . She sees him , stops .
    QUINCY
    Can we talk?
    MONICA
    Talk to your new girlfriend.
    QUINCY
    I just took the ho to Burger King, alright.
    MONICA
    Cheap date.
    QUINCY
    Least she had time for me.
    MONICA
    So you fucked around to prove a point!
    QUINCY
    I just said I did n't fuck around. But you got your head so far up your ass it took a cheap date for you to notice me.
    MONICA
    What, `` Q - man'', did I forget to kiss your ass like everybody else?
    QUINCY
    You forgot to be there.
    MONICA
    That night you wanted to talk about your Dad I had a curfew. What was I supposed to do?
    QUINCY
    Stay!
    MONICA
    If I stayed, I would n't be starting!
    QUINCY
    Least you got your priorities straight.
    MONICA
    I never asked you to choose.
    QUINCY
    Never had to.
    MONICA
    I'm a ballplayer. If anyone knows what that means it should be you.
    QUINCY
    Well, if all you care about is basketball, why you fucking me? Go fuck Dick Vitale.
    Monica punches the shit out of Quincy , then pushes past him . Quincy grabs her arm , stopping her .
    QUINCY
    ( cont 'd . )
    Hold up. I'm sorry, alright.
    They stand , silent . Trying to come down from their anger .
    MONICA
    How do I know next time you're feeling neglected or whatever, you're not going to run around on me? If we're going to be together I have to be able to trust you.
    QUINCY
    I'm not asking for us to be together.
    Monica flinches in shock .
    MONICA
    What?
    QUINCY
    I'm going through a lot of shit right now, more than you have time for.
    MONICA
    How are you going to tell me what I have time for? I mean, whatever I did. we can fix this.
    QUINCY
    I do n't think so.
    MONICA
    You do n't think so?
    QUINCY
    Look, I'm entering the draft.
    MONICA
    You're what?
    QUINCY
    I decided to go pro. And who knows where I'll end up, you know?
    Monica 's heart is sinking fast .
    MONICA
    When did you decide all this?
    QUINCY
    Few days ago.
    MONICA
    So that's it, just forget about us?
    QUINCY
    Damnitt, Monica. This ai n't about us anymore, it's about me.
    Monica is crushed . Beat as , Quincy struggles to stay cold .
    QUINCY
    ( cont 'd . )
    But, you know, I'd still like us to be friends.
    MONICA
    Friends.
    She fights back tears . Quincy has to look away . Monica ca n't respond .
    QUINCY
    So. I guess I'll see you around.
    MONICA
    Uh huh.
    Beat , then Quincy turns and walks away . Monica tries to fight her tears but her pain , hurt and confusion are too much . Finally , she gives in , and the tears fall . FADE TO BLACK . FOOTAGE . Press conference . Magic sits beside his wife Cookie . He shocks the world as he announces his retirement from basketball . TITLE CARD : `` FOURTH QUARTER '' then `` 1993 '' ESTABLISHING SHOTS OF SPAIN Madrid , Pampolona , the running of the bulls , old - world architecture . Finally , we rest on a large billboard , a photo of Monica in a basketball uniform , drinking a Spanish soft - drink .

EXT. STREETS OF SPAIN - LATE DAY
    Monica jogs down the congested cobble - stone street , a sports bag over her shoulder . She is TWENTY - THREE . Half - assed braids frame her matured features . She passes store fronts , street vendors , and dodges pedestrians , as she makes her way toward a large , older arena .

EXT. ARENA - CONTINUOUS
    An excited crowd jockeys for position at the front doors . Above them , a huge banner reads `` Campeonato de Europeo '' . -LRB- European Championships '' . -RRB- As Monica heads for the back entrance , a cheer goes up from a large contingent in the crowd . Monica smiles , waves back . TWO LITTLE GIRLS break from line , run to her .
    LITTLE GIRLS
    Baloncesto! Balencesto!
    ( Basketball !
    Basketball ! )

    MONICA
    Oye.
    They giggle , hold out a piece of paper and a pencil .
    LITTLE GIRLS
    Autografo.
    As Monica signs her autograph , a tall woman carrying a matching sports bag approaches . She is LUISA , Spanish , 33 .
    LUISA
    ( thick Spanish accent . )
    Monica. What is up?
    MONICA
    Oye, Luisa.
    Monica hands the girls her autograph and they run off .
    LUISA
    Large game, no?
    MONICA
    Si. Large game.
    They duck into the arena .

INT. ARENA - LOCKER ROOM - LATE DAY
    Paint peels off the walls . Windows are broken overhead . Monica sits alone at her locker , taping her own ankles . Her TEN TEAMMATES , all from Spain , sit on the surrounding benches , talking and joking among themselves in Spanish . Monica is clearly an outsider . COACH PARRA , Spanish , late 40 's , enters .
    COACH PARRA
    Silenco!
    The women immediately stop talking . COACH PARRA gives an animated , impassioned speech in Spanish . Monica does n't understand a word , just continues taping her ankles . Coach Parra finishes and the women clap , pumped up . Monica turns to Luisa , seated next to her on the bench .
    MONICA
    What did he say?
    LUISA
    He say to give the ball to you.

INT. ARENA - NIGHT
    The arena is PACKED with a raucous European crowd , chanting and waving signs - the love their women 's basketball . Monica walks onto the floor , tucking her jersey into her shorts . The uniforms are old - style - polyester and tight . Her club 's name is stitched on the front , `` GODELLA '' . As she hits center court , a smile suddenly breaks through her game face . Standing opposite her , playing for the opposing Italian club is Sidra , HER RIVAL FROM USC .
    SIDRA
    Well, what do you know.
    MONICA
    What's up, Sidra.
    SIDRA
    I'm gon na love winning this championship in your house.
    MONICA
    How do you say `` you're dreaming'' in Italian?
    They move into position . The ball is tossed up . Italy winds the tip and the ball is passed to Sidra . Monica hounds her as she brings up the ball . Sidra shoves her off and to the floor , and scores . No whistle . Women 's pro ball is at a whole other level . Bigger , better , tougher . The ball is passed in to Monica . She drives down court , goes up for a lay up . An Italian player shoves Monica in mid - air , taking out her legs . Monica crashes on the hardwood . A whistle . Monica lays still for a moment , then pushes herself up and walks to the free - throw line without a word . Without emotion .

INT. SPAIN - NIGHTCLUB - LATE NIGHT
    A huge crowd dances fervently to the live Spanish music . In the middle of the floor , the Spanish players are the life of the party . In a corner , Monica sits with Sidra , drinking and watching the festivities . A large trophy sits on the table .
    SIDRA
    Can you take that damn thing off the table.
    MONICA
    You mean my championship trophy? My bad.
    Monica sets it down in the seat next to her , puts an arm around it . Sidra shakes her head .
    SIDRA
    Still a cocky bitch.
    Monica laughs . She downs her drink , motions to the waiter .
    MONICA
    Uno mas, por favor.
    The waiter nods .
    MONICA
    ( cont 'd . )
    Last I heard, you were playing in Sweden.
    SIDRA
    Yeah, four years ago. They had me staying in this tiny - ass town with like fifty people. I'm not playing, there was about a thousand goats running around, and it gets dark at four o'clock. Then the whack club I'm on loses three games in a row and I get blamed. So they fire me.
    MONICA
    Just like that?
    SIDRA
    Yup. So I've been playing with this Italian club the last three years.
    MONICA
    How's that been?
    SIDRA
    It's better. Even though the whole first season my teammates did n't pass to me cause they were mad `` The American'' was making more money.
    ( smiles . )
    I led the team in rebounds cause it was the only way I could touch the damn ball.
    Monica laughs as the waiter brings her drink . She tries to pay , but he just shakes his head , crosses away .
    SIDRA
    ( cont 'd . )
    Most of us do n't win championships our first year overseas.
    MONICA
    Please, I went through the same drama as everybody else. I mean, the first four months, only person I could talk to was this chick Luisa, who knew like ten words of English from watching old `` Dif ` rent Strokes'' reruns. Swear to God, I had to tell her if she said, `` What you talking bout, Willis?'' one more time, I was gon na kick her ass.
    Sidra laughs . They watch the madness out on the dance floor .
    SIDRA
    So what are these Spanish guys like?
    MONICA
    I would n't know.
    SIDRA
    What? You've been over here seven months and you ai n't tapped anything?
    MONICA
    Just not my type, I guess.
    SIDRA
    Shoot, Italian boys love them some black women. They ca n't get enough of me.
    Monica smiles .
    MONICA
    You ever think about going back?
    SIDRA
    Sometimes. But what's the alternative, not playing? You remember big Toni?
    ( off Monica 's nod . )
    She quit last year, now she's working at some bookstore. I mean, look at us. They treat us like we're Hollywood stars over here. We just played in the championship game. It does n't get much sweeter than this.
    Monica takes this in . Her eyes do not reflect someone on top of the world . She takes a long drink .

INT. SPAIN - MONICA'S APARTMENT - LATE NIGHT
    A small , sparse , one - bedroom . Sam , Diane and the rest of the gang from `` Cheers '' fill the small TV screen that flickers in the darkness . Their dialogue is dubbed in Spanish . Monica sits on the floor , braiding her hair . SHE WEARS BOXERS AND QUINCY 'S OLD PRACTICE SHIRT . AFTER FIVE YEARS , IT IS WELL - WORN . Feelings of loneliness threaten to swallow her whole . She looks out her window and sees her billboard , looming in the distance . She just stares .

INT. LOS ANGELES FORUM - NIGHT
    The crowd erupts as a Laker player dunks the ball on a fast break . ANGLE ON Laker announcers CHICK HEARN and STU LANTZ .
    CHICK HEARN
    Stu, this game is in the refrigerator. The door is closed, the lights are out, the butter's hard and the Jell - Oooooo's jigglin'.
    STU LANTZ
    And here come the subs.
    ANGLE ON Quincy pulls off his sweats and jogs onto the court with the rest of the subs . He is twenty - three , a man . His goatee and tired eyes make him look older . HE NOW WEARS NUMBER TWENTY - ONE .
    STU LANTZ
    ( cont 'd ; V.O . )
    It's good to see these guys get a little playing time. And the fans love it.
    Quincy immediately gets a pass in the corner . He puts up a quick three and it banks hard off the rim . ANGLE ON Chick and Stu .
    CHICK HEARN
    Three - pointer is off for the kid from SC. Came out after his freshman year, now in his fifth year with the league.
    STU LANTZ
    The son of Zeke McCall, played twelve years with the Clippers.
    CHICK HEARN
    ( nods . )
    Pretty good player. The kid's moved around quite a bit, but he's hoping to finally have a home with the Lakers.
    ANGLE ON Quincy steals the ball , has nothing but open court ahead of him .
    CHICK HEARN
    ( cont 'd ; V.O . )
    Watch out, folks, it's showtime.
    Quincy takes off from the hash - mark and throws down a monster jam . He swings high off the rim . Too high . His hand slips and he crashes to the floor . His knee twists at a sickening angle . The dwindling crowd gasps as Quincy clutches his left knee , writhing in pain .

INT. DANIEL FREEMAN HOSPITAL - HALLWAY - LATE NIGHT
    Zeke walks down the corridor , checking room numbers . He is forty - five now . His slight paunch as become a roll . He sees Nona exiting a room , with an empty water pitcher in hand . Her hair is in locks .
    ZEKE
    Nona.
    Nona looks over . Her eyes narrow .
    ZEKE
    ( cont 'd . )
    How's he doing?
    NONA
    Not great.
    ZEKE
    What's that, not great?
    NONA
    The doctor'll be back in a minute.
    ZEKE
    Nona, please.
    NONA
    He tore his ACL.
    Zeke 's shoulders slump . Then he looks back at her .
    ZEKE
    Almost did n't recognize you with your hair like that. How you been?
    NONA
    Happy. And he wo n't want to see you.
    Nona walks over to a MAN standing nearby . He puts an arm around her and they move down the hall . Zeke watches for a beat , then pulls open Quincy 's door , steps inside .

INT. QUINCY'S HOSPITAL ROOM - CONTINUOUS
    Quincy lays in the bed . His knee is bandaged and propped up by pillows . He stares out the window .
    ZEKE
    Hey, son.
    Quincy turns , sees his father . He turns back to the window .
    ZEKE
    ( cont 'd . )
    Well, you made SportsCenter.
    QUINCY
    What do you want?
    ZEKE
    Came by to check on you.
    QUINCY
    After five years.
    ZEKE
    Do n't remember that being my fault. Seems like you divorced me same time as your mom.
    QUINCY
    Look, I'm busy.
    ZEKE
    I can see that. I know things look pretty bleak right now, but you ca n't get down on yourself.
    QUINCY
    I stopped taking your advice a long time ago, or did you forget?
    ZEKE
    No.
    QUINCY
    Good.
    ZEKE
    Quincy. I know you left school early to throw your middle finger up at me.
    QUINCY
    And now I'm paying for it, right? That what this is about? `` I told you so?''
    ZEKE
    You want me to fuck off?
    QUINCY
    Yeah.
    ZEKE
    Fine, I'll fuck off, but not til I say something.
    Silence . Then .
    ZEKE
    ( cont 'd . )
    You're a better ballplayer than I ever was. But you got a lot of other things going for you. You're smart. I always felt. I always knew that you could do anything you wanted. You want to be a ballplayer, be a ballplayer. Just know you ai n't like everybody else on that court. You ai n't like I was. You got options. That's all I ever tried to show you.
    QUINCY
    You're still trying to tell me what I should and should n't do. How come you could n't be the man you kept trying to make me?
    Zeke stares at his son , wishing he could satisfy him with an answer .
    ZEKE
    I just could n't
    With nothing left to say , Zeke pulls open the door and leaves . Quincy stares at the door long after it closes .

INT. QUINCY'S HOSPITAL ROOM - DAY
    A NURSE enters , carrying a bouquet of flowers . She moves past the empty bed , puts them on a table already overflowing with flowers . She pulls open the blinds and light floods the room . She crosses back out . A toilet flush . Beat , then Quincy slowly hops out of the bathroom , scratching his bare ass through the opening of his gown .
    VOICE
    ( O.S . )
    And I thought this was gon na be awkward.
    Quincy whips around and is shocked to see Monica standing there , laughing . She has clearly made an effort with her appearance .
    QUINCY
    Monica?
    He stumbles . Monica quickly goes to him , catches his arm before he falls .
    MONICA
    I'm sorry.
    Quincy stares at her , completely thrown . It 's been five years . An awkward beat .
    MONICA
    ( cont 'd . )
    So, how you doing?
    QUINCY
    Alright. I heard you were in Spain.
    MONICA
    I was.
    ( smiling . )
    I see your peach fuzz finally grew in.
    Quincy rubs his goatee self - consciously .
    QUINCY
    Just something I'm trying.
    MONICA
    No, it looks good. I mean, it's cool.
    QUINCY
    Thanks.
    Quincy tries to adjust his footing and flinches in pain .
    MONICA
    Should n't you be lying down, or.
    QUINCY
    I'm alright. But you can sit.
    MONICA
    I'm fine. My dad said you tore your ACL.
    QUINCY
    Yup.
    MONICA
    What are the doctors saying?
    QUINCY
    ( shrugs . )
    A lot of things. All I know is I'll be back in six months.
    MONICA
    I thought a torn ACL was ten to twelve.
    QUINCY
    Not for Quincy McCall.
    MONICA
    I forgot, `` Q - man.''
    An awkward beat .
    QUINCY
    So, how's pro - ball, Europe?
    MONICA
    We won the championship.
    QUINCY
    Still working on being the first girl in the NBA?
    MONICA
    Well, I tried sneaking in after college, but they found breasts during my physical.
    QUINCY
    Funny. I never did.
    MONICA
    Kiss my ass.
    Monica cracks up . Quincy laughs with her .
    MONICA
    ( cont 'd . )
    I ca n't believe it's been five years.
    Quincy nods .
    QUINCY
    Tried calling you a couple times.
    MONICA
    Oh yeah?
    QUINCY
    Wanted to give you props on making First Team All - American. And then when Magic retired, I tried calling you again.
    MONICA
    ( lying . )
    Must have been my cheap - ass answering machine. It was always messing up.
    QUINCY
    Figured it was something like that.
    They look at each other . The moment is building .
    QUINCY
    ( cont 'd . )
    So, when do you go back?
    MONICA
    Actually, I do n't.
    QUINCY
    What do you mean?
    MONICA
    I'm tired of playing overseas. Thinking about giving it a rest for awhile.
    QUINCY
    ( completely thrown . )
    A rest?
    MONICA
    Yeah. Basketball just, is n't fun anymore. You know?
    QUINCY
    No.
    He stares at her . Into her .
    FEMALE VOICE
    ( O.S . )
    Quincy!
    Quincy and Monica turn , as KYRA KESSLER , black , 26 and beautiful , rushes into the room . She wears a flight attendant 's uniform . She goes to Quincy , gives him a kiss . Monica reacts .
    KYRA
    I'm so sorry. No one would switch flights with me.
    QUINCY
    It's okay.
    KYRA
    Why are you up? Get in bed.
    She takes Quincy 's arm , moves him to the bed . Monica watches .
    KYRA
    ( cont 'd . )
    Tell me you're going to be okay.
    QUINCY
    I'm gon na be okay.
    Kyra relaxes . Then she glances over at Monica .
    KYRA
    Hello.
    QUINCY
    Kyra, this is Monica. She, uh.
    KYRA
    ( recognizing . )
    Monica. You grew up together, right? Quincy's told me about you.
    Monica smiles awkwardly .
    QUINCY
    This is Kyra. My fiance.
    The shock hits too quick to cover . But Monica tries .
    MONICA
    Fiance. Wow. Congratulations.
    KYRA
    Thank you.
    MONICA
    I did n't know. Wow. That's great.
    ( then . )
    Well. I should go.
    QUINCY
    It means a lot that you came by.
    KYRA
    Yes, we appreciate that.
    MONICA
    Yeah, and Quincy, good luck with your knee, and everything.
    QUINCY
    Thanks.
    Monica forces one last smile , pulls open the door and leaves .

INT. HALLWAY - MOMENTS LATER
    Monica walks down the hall , shell - shocked .

INT. WRIGHT HOUSE - KITCHEN - LATE DAY
    Camille moves between the counter and the stove , whipping up a couple pecan pies . Monica enters .
    MONICA
    Hey.
    CAMILLE
    Hi.
    MONICA
    Need any help?
    CAMILLE
    I can manage.
    Monica nods and moves to the barstool .
    CAMILLE
    ( cont 'd . )
    Your sister's bringing the baby over. You should try to be here.
    MONICA
    Yeah. Ca n't wait to see him.
    ( she falls silent , then . )
    I just saw Quincy.
    CAMILLE
    How is he?
    MONICA
    Engaged.
    CAMILLE
    To that stewardess?
    MONICA
    Yeah, you met her?
    CAMILLE
    His mother had a cookout a few weeks ago. He could do a lot better if you ask me.
    MONICA
    Maybe she is.
    Camille looks up , studies Monica for a moment .
    CAMILLE
    I thought you were over him.
    Monica shrugs .
    MONICA
    So what do I do?
    CAMILLE
    Find out where they're registered and send them a gift.
    MONICA
    ( disgusted . )
    Whatever.
    CAMILLE
    You did n't want my opinion in the first place, so why even ask?
    MONICA
    I asked but why does it always have to be so damn prissy.
    CAMILLE
    Do n't curse.
    MONICA
    There you go.
    CAMILLE
    What do you want me to tell you, Monica, to go beat that girl up? To go have sex with him? I'm not going to do that. Yes, I believe thinking of other people is important and yes I'd rather bake a pie than shoot a dumb jump shot. If that makes me too `` prissy'' for you, too bad.
    Monica stares at her mother . There 's no going back .
    MONICA
    So that's why we ca n't get along? Because I'd rather shoot a `` dumb'' jump shot?
    CAMILLE
    You're the one always turning your nose up at me.
    MONICA
    No I do n't.
    CAMILLE
    Child, please. Ever since you were little you thought you were too good for anything I had to say.
    MONICA
    I was n't Lena. I did n't care about nail polish or lip gloss or sneaking a spray of your perfume.
    CAMILLE
    What was so wrong with wanting to teach you the things I knew could help you?
    MONICA
    Because you're pushing me to be something I'm not.
    CAMILLE
    So you're angry with me because you're standing here with your hair combed and wearing perfume?
    Monica is busted . It takes her a moment to come back .
    MONICA
    I'm angry because I want a mother, not Martha Stewart.
    CAMILLE
    Oh, yes. The superstar female athlete whose mother is nothing but a housewife.
    MONICA
    That's not it.
    CAMILLE
    Do n't tell me you are n't ashamed of that because I know.
    Monica stares at her mother .
    MONICA
    I remember when I was eight years old, you spent like four hours cooking up this fancy meal. All you'd let me and Lena do was set the table. And I guess you and Dad got your wires crossed or something because he walks in with a couple of pizzas. And you did n't say anything. You just threw the whole meal into some tupper - ware and tossed it in the fridge.
    CAMILLE
    I do n't remember that.
    MONICA
    I do. You never stood up for yourself. Ever. If I was ashamed, it was because of that.
    CAMILLE
    That's ridiculous.
    MONICA
    What's ridiculous is not being a caterer so your husband can feel like a man knowing his woman's home cooking and ironing his drawers.
    WHAP ! Camille 's humiliation is immediate and she cuts off Monica with a SLAP . Camille curses herself for losing it .
    CAMILLE
    Dammitt, Monica!
    Monica is stunned , hurt .
    MONICA
    I'm sorry.
    Camille stares at her daughter , devastated .
    CAMILLE
    Is that really all you think of me?
    Monica ca n't answer .
    CAMILLE
    ( cont 'd . )
    When I married your father, all I wanted was a nice house with a big kitchen so I could start my catering business. And then I got pregnant with Lena, and then I got pregnant with you. And I put it out of my mind because that's what you did.
    Monica stares at her mother .
    CAMILLE
    ( cont 'd . )
    But you want to know what day I remember? In high school, you getting ready for the Spring Dance. I put my pearls around your neck, told you you were beautiful and you looked like you were going to cry. That day I was happy I did n't have a catering business to run off to. My family had three meals a day, had someone to pick up after them, and when my daughters went to a dance, I helped them get ready. That's what I came to care about.
    MONICA
    ( softly . )
    That's all you cared about. I must have played in a thousand games and I can only remember you being to two.
    CAMILLE
    You had your coaches and your father for that stuff. It never mattered one way or the other if I went to your games.
    MONICA
    It mattered, Mom.
    Camille looks at her daughter and is struck by the need in her eyes . Monica moves off the barstool and leaves .

INT. WRIGHT HOUSE - MONICA'S ROOM - DAY
    The room looks exactly the same . Trophies , medals , plaques . Basketball posters and her `` strong women '' wall . Monica sits on her bed , staring up at a photo of her and Quincy , tacked up to her bulletin board , amid other photos of her childhood . THEY ARE EIGHTEEN , PLAYFULLY WRESTLING OVER A BASKETBALL . Monica slowly rises , starts taking her posters down .

INT. REHAB CENTER - DAY
    Quincy sits on a leg extension machine , with his left leg tucked under the padded bar . A TRAINER stands behind him . Sweat and pain coat Quincy 's face and scarred knee as he slowly lifts the light weight again , and again , and again .

INT. BANK - DAY
    A long line of customers shift impatiently during the noon - time rush . Monica sits with a BANK MANAGER at the `` New Accounts '' desk , learning the ropes . Her hair is done , she wears a simple dress . Behind her , hanging on the wall , are three framed photos of the bank presidents . ONE OF THEM IS HER FATHER , NATHAN .

INT. WRIGHT HOUSE - MONICA'S ROOM - NIGHT
    Monica stands in her room , staring out at Quincy 's window . She watches as Quincy and Kyra pack up some of Quincy 's stuff . Quincy tries to take his basketball globe light . She laughs , `` Hell no . ''

INT. WRIGHT HOUSE - MONICA'S ROOM - DAY
    Camille enters , moves to Monica 's garbage can , dumps the contents into her larger bag . Suddenly , she stops . She reaches into the garbage and pulls out a crumpled picture . Camille smooths it . It is the photo of Monica and Quincy at eighteen , wrestling over a basketball . CAMILLE STARES AT IT , TAKEN IN BY THE PURE JOY IN HER DAUGHTER 'S FACE . She sits down on Monica 's bed , still staring .

INT. FORUM - DAY
    In the empty gym , Quincy jogs up and down the court . He is still tentative on his knee , but he keeps jogging . And then , slowly , the determination melts from his face . His jog turns into a walk , and then he just . stops .

INT. MCCALL HOUSE - QUINCY'S ROOM - NIGHT
    Quincy stands in the middle of his room , taking in his life . Old , worn basketball posters still line the walls . Trophies and awards . USC memorabilia . His basketball globe light . He walks to his window , looks out at Monica 's window . Her room is dark .

INT. QUINCY'S APARTMENT - BATHROOM - MORNING
    Quincy tilts his face up to the shower head and rinses the soap from his face . He hears the bathroom door open . He shuts off the water and opens the curtain . Kyra sits on the toilet , taking a pee . Quincy slams the curtain closed .
    QUINCY
    Damn, girl.
    KYRA
    What?
    QUINCY
    I do n't wan na see that.
    KYRA
    Get used to it, babe.
    She flushes . Quincy steps out , grabs a towel . A long scar runs across his knee cap .
    QUINCY
    Brother's gon na have to start locking doors.
    Kyra laughs as she buttons up her flight attendant 's uniform . They cross into :

INT. QUINCY'S APARTMENT - BEDROOM - CONTINUOUS
    Kyra packs up a suitcase .
    QUINCY
    So how long is this trip?
    KYRA
    Four days.
    Quincy nods .
    KYRA
    ( cont 'd . )
    So are you going to be the kind of husband who wo n't let his wife work?
    QUINCY
    Nah.
    KYRA
    ( playfully . )
    Why not?
    QUINCY
    You might be the only one with a job.
    KYRA
    Baby, do n't talk like that. Your rehab's going well. You'll be back before you know it.
    QUINCY
    Sometimes I wonder if it's worth it. Busting my ass, for what?
    KYRA
    To do what you love.
    QUINCY
    I do n't know sometimes.
    KYRA
    You're just scared. I know rehab is hard, and you have to worry about whether you'll be as good as you were but you will be. I believe in you. You just have to get back on the court. Like you'd get back on a horse.
    QUINCY
    ( beat . )
    A horse?
    KYRA
    Do n't make fun of me when I'm being wonderful and supportive.
    ( then . )
    You belong on the court. Just like I belong in the stands, looking cute and cheering you on.
    She smiles , gives him a kiss , moves back to her packing . Off Quincy :

INT. BANK - DAY
    Monica sits at her desk in a blouse and skirt , punching numbers into the computer . A man sits down in the chair opposite her . Monica glances up . It 's her father .
    NATHAN
    Hey, munchkin.
    MONICA
    Dad. What are you doing here?
    NATHAN
    I was upstairs for a meeting. I've been hearing good things about you.
    MONICA
    That tends to happen when you're the boss's daughter.
    NATHAN
    So how's the job going?
    Monica forces a smile .
    MONICA
    You know.
    Nathan looks at her , nods .
    NATHAN
    I think I know what the problem is.
    He pulls a GARBAGE CAN HOOP from a plastic shopping bag . Monica smiles . He attaches it to her garbage can .
    NATHAN
    ( cont 'd . )
    There.
    He shoots an ugly , imaginary shot . She laughs .
    MONICA
    You shoot like a girl.
    NATHAN
    I'll take that as a compliment.
    He gives her a smile , and exits . Monica looks at the hoop , then crumples a piece of paper .
    MONICA
    ( whispering . )
    And she gets the steal. Monica goes one - on - one against Jordan, she stops, pops.
    Monica shoots . The paper drops through the net .
    MONICA
    ( cont 'd . )
    ( still whispering . )
    It's good! It's good!
    She glances up , notices a few patrons watching her . Monica quickly composes herself and goes back to her work .

EXT. WRIGHT AND MCCALL HOUSES - DUSK
    Monica exits her car , after a long day at work . She wears very low heels . But she still stumbles . She curses , then hears a laugh . She looks up - Quincy sits on the grassy hill above her house .
    QUINCY
    I remember when your mom had to beat you into a dress.
    Monica smiles .
    MONICA
    You visiting?
    QUINCY
    ( nods . )
    Kyra's gone for a couple days. Figured I'd keep Mom company.
    MONICA
    Who's this guy I always see her around?
    QUINCY
    Darryl. He's alright, kinda corny.
    MONICA
    So. how's the knee?
    QUINCY
    Getting there.
    MONICA
    Strong enough to get you down the aisle?
    QUINCY
    Yeah. Two weeks.
    ( then . )
    I did n't get to send you an invitation, but if you.
    MONICA
    That's okay. I'm probably, you know, busy.
    Quincy nods . Awkward beat .
    QUINCY
    Can I ask you something?
    Monica looks at him .
    QUINCY
    ( cont 'd . )
    You never told me why ball is n't fun anymore.
    MONICA
    It just is n't.
    QUINCY
    Because I'm kinda feeling that way, too.
    MONICA
    You had a rough couple years, that's all.
    QUINCY
    That a nice way of saying I rode the bench?
    MONICA
    And you tore up your knee. Rehab is tough.
    QUINCY
    Nah. I have n't dribbled a ball in four and a half months. Maybe I miss some of the attention, but besides that.
    MONICA
    You're serious.
    QUINCY
    Seems like I needed a ball when I was trying to be like my pops. or trying to be better than him. Now, I kinda think I need to try something else.
    MONICA
    Like what?
    QUINCY
    Maybe go back to school.
    MONICA
    Wow.
    Monica stares at him , seeing a man in the boy she grew up with . Quincy looks away , self - conscious .
    QUINCY
    I mean, Kyra has n't heard the school thing yet.
    ( then . )
    She'll probably say it's the painkillers talking.
    MONICA
    It's a trip, you know? When you're a kid, you see the life you want, and it never crosses your mind that it's not gon na turn out that way.
    QUINCY
    So why'd you give up ball?
    MONICA
    Why do you keep asking me that?
    QUINCY
    Cause I do n't get it.
    MONICA
    Something was just missing.
    QUINCY
    What?
    Monica is too hurt , too scared to tell him the truth .
    MONICA
    It does n't matter, alright. Just leave it alone.
    QUINCY
    Find.
    Monica turns , crosses to her house . She stumbles on her heels , kicks them off in frustration , and exits inside . Quincy walks back to his curb . ANGLE ON Camille watches from the kitchen window

EXT. WRIGHT HOUSE - PATIO - DUSK
    Lena sits next to Camille . Her one year old son , L.P. , sits on the ground at her feet . Monica sits quietly nearby , watching .
    CAMILLE
    So you're still breast - feeding?
    LENA
    The doctor said it was okay. Anyway, I'm still trying to lose some of this baby fat.
    She quickly looks over at Monica .
    LENA
    ( cont 'd . )
    Shut up.
    Monica gives her a small smile . Camille looks down at L.P.
    CAMILLE
    You might want to put a jacket on him, it's getting cold.
    LENA
    He's fine.
    CAMILLE
    ( warning . )
    Okay.
    Lena sighs , rolls her eyes . She picks up her son .
    LENA
    Come on, L.P. Grandma says it's too cold.
    She exits inside . Camille makes a face .
    CAMILLE
    God. `` Grandma.''
    Monica smiles . And then silence . There is still so much distance between them , so many misunderstanding . Camille stares at her daughter . And then .
    CAMILLE
    ( cont 'd . )
    You know, I'd probably be a lot more `` prissy'' in the situation than you'd like, but the thing I always admired that drove me crazy, was the fight you had in you.
    MONICA
    What are you talking about?
    CAMILLE
    When I said Quincy could do better, I was thinking about you.
    Monica stares at her mom . Camille stands and leaves .

INT. WRIGHT HOUSE - MONICA'S ROOM - NIGHT
    Monica lies in her bed , staring up at the ceiling , unable to sleep . Her mind races with thoughts of her past , her choices , her future . Suddenly , she climbs out of bed . She wears a tank - top and pajama bottoms . She crosses to her window , pulls it open and climbs out .

EXT. WRIGHT AND MCCALL HOUSES - CONTINUOUS
    Monica drops down . She moves to Quincy 's window and knocks quietly . Beat , then Quincy appears . Bare - chested and in a pair of shorts . He looks at her , then pulls open the window .
    QUINCY
    ( half - asleep . )
    What's going on?
    MONICA
    We need to talk.
    Quincy just looks at her .
    MONICA
    ( cont 'd . )
    Please.
    QUINCY
    Hold on.
    Quincy disappears for a moment , then returns , pulling on a T - shirt . He climbs out of his window , drops to the ground . Quincy looks at her .
    MONICA
    You asked me what was missing.
    QUINCY
    What?
    MONICA
    From basketball.
    QUINCY
    you woke me up to tell me that?
    MONICA
    It's not fun for me anymore because you're missing.
    Quincy stares at her .
    MONICA
    ( cont 'd . )
    What I'm trying to say is -
    QUINCY
    I heard enough.
    MONICA
    What I'm trying to say is, I've loved you since I was eleven and the shit wo n't go away.
    QUINCY
    We have n't talked since college and now you wait two weeks before my wedding to say something like this?
    MONICA
    I know, I probably should have said it two weeks ago.
    Quincy does n't even crack a smile . In fact , he glares .
    QUINCY
    You have n't changed. You still think the sun rises and sets on your ass. Well, guess what, it does n't.
    MONICA
    Then why are you so upset?
    QUINCY
    Because you do n't pull this on someone who's about to get married.
    MONICA
    Better late than never, right?
    QUINCY
    Wrong.
    Quincy starts back toward the window .
    MONICA
    I'll play you.
    QUINCY
    What?
    MONICA
    One game. One - on - one.
    QUINCY
    For what?
    MONICA
    Your heart.
    Quincy looks at her in disbelief , then laughs at the absurdity .
    QUINCY
    You're out of your mind.
    MONICA
    So you're gon na bitch up?
    QUINCY
    What's that supposed to be, psychology?
    MONICA
    I know why you broke up with me in college. And not that what you did was n't messed up, but what I did was, too. So if you forgive me, I'll forgive you.
    QUINCY
    Monica, after that stuff with my dad, I could n't trust anybody, okay. I mean, I was lost. So you are forgiven. But that was five years ago. I moved on.
    Monica moves past him , reaches through his window . She drops back down , holding his basketball .
    MONICA
    Prove it.
    She throws him the ball .
    QUINCY
    What will this prove?
    MONICA
    You once said the reason I beat you was because you wanted me to.
    QUINCY
    So?
    MONICA
    So, if I win it's because deep down you know you're about to make the biggest mistake of your life, and deep down your want me to stop you.
    QUINCY
    And what happens when you lose?
    MONICA
    If I lose, I'll buy you a wedding present.
    Quincy stares at her .

EXT. MCCALL HOUSE - DRIVEWAY - SHORT TIME LATER
    Monica stands opposite Quincy . Both are suited up in basketball gear . They stare at each other , ready to go to war . Monica tosses him the ball .
    MONICA
    Check.
    Quincy tosses the ball back . Monica drives . Quincy 's knee is maybe at sixty percent and he ca n't keep up . She scores easily . She walks to the top of the driveway , tosses him the ball .
    MONICA
    ( cont 'd . )
    One, zip. Check.
    Quincy rubs his scarred knee , then passes it back . The game continues . Monica owns the first five points easily by exploiting Quincy 's injury . Monica drives for another lay - up . Quincy suddenly lets go of his fear , leaps and swats her shot . He grabs the rebound and lays it up . He nods intensely , as he grabs the ball and walks back to the top of the key .
    QUINCY
    One, five. Check.
    The game continues and now Quincy has the upper - hand , using his size and strength . He scores seven straight points . The score stays close . It is a sexually - charged battle of wills - Quincy pulls off his sweat - soaked shirt . Their bodies collide as they wrestle for the ball . Monica yanks off her jersey in frustration . Her ass bumps into his hips as she backs him in . Her hands slide across his chest as she guards him . Finally , the score hits nine , nine . Monica slowly walks to the top of the key .
    MONICA
    Nine, up. Point.
    She tosses Quincy the ball .
    MONICA
    ( cont 'd . )
    Check.
    Quincy tosses the ball back , drops low on defense . Monica fakes an outside shot and Quincy bites . Monica drives around him . SHE HAS A WIDE - OPEN LAY - UP . SHE PUTS IT UP . AND IT ROLLS OFF THE RIM . Monica ca n't believe it . Quincy grabs the loose ball and clears it . He stares at Monica as he dribbles in front of her . She stares back . He breaks for the basket . Monica stays with him . He goes up . Monica jumps , desperately tries to block his shot . Quincy dunks on her , knocking her to the ground . He lets go of the rim , and tumbles to the ground also . GAME OVER . Silence . Quincy stares at her . Monica looks back . Then :
    QUINCY
    ( pointed . )
    All's fair in love and basketball, right?
    Monica struggles to fight back her tears as she picks herself up . She slowly walks back toward her house . And then :
    QUINCY
    ( cont 'd . )
    Hey.
    Monica slowly stops , turns .
    QUINCY
    ( cont 'd . )
    Double or nothing.
    Monica stares at him , wonders if she heard right . Quincy limps to his feet , picks up the ball and holds it out to her . Monica slowly walks back to him . They stare at each other . No more egos , no more bullshit . Just love . In the moonlight , on the blacktop , they kiss . FADE TO BLACK .

INT. LOS ANGELES FORUM - NIGHT
    Music is blasting , banners are waving , crowd is screaming . Magic Johnson sits in a floor seat , watching the game . A REPORTER interviews him .
    SPORTS REPORTER
    So, Magic, are you contemplating another comeback?
    MAGIC
    ( laughs . )
    No more comebacks. Tonight I'm just enjoying being a spectator.
    Behind him , in a second row seat , a ONE YEAR BLACK GIRL sits in a lap , bouncing , watching feet and legs ballin ' on the court . Quincy leans down , gives the little girl a kiss , then looks out at the court . It 's the Los Angeles Sparks and the New York Liberty . The WNBA . On the court , the women line up for a free - throw .
    QUINCY
    Let's go, McCall!
    Monica , sporting a uniform with Wright - McCall on the back and the number thirty - two , looks over . Quincy takes their daughter 's hand and waves it .
    QUINCY
    ( cont 'd . )
    Go Mommy.
    Monica smiles back , then steps to the line . The referee tosses her the ball . Monica stares at the basket , then bounces the ball twice , licks her lips and shoots . FADE TO BLACK . `` THAT 'S GAME '' END CREDITS

Summary: Monica and Quincy have wanted to be professional basketball stars since they were kids. The two became childhood sweethearts in 1981, when Monica’s family moved to Los Angeles from Atlanta, moving into the house next door to Quincy’s. Quincy's father, Zeke, is the star shooting guard for the Los Angeles Clippers. Quincy is shocked that a girl could love basketball as much as he does, and can play so well. They share their first kiss on the first day of school. The story jumps to 1988, when both Monica and Quincy are the respective leaders of their high school teams, with Quincy touted as one of the top prospects in the country. While popular with the girls, he and Monica are still good friends. Monica, on the other hand, struggles with her fiery emotions on the court, often resulting in technical fouls at critical moments of games, damaging potential scouting opportunities. Monica also struggles with the emotions she secretly still harbors for Quincy. She also struggles with her mother, Camille, pressuring her to give up basketball and "act like a lady." Through soul searching, Monica learns to control her emotions and leads her team to the state championship game. When she and her team came up short, Monica feels devastated. Monica begins to recover from the championship loss with the help of her older sister, Lena, who gives her a makeover. She even finds Monica a college friend to take her to her spring dance. Despite having a date of his own, Quincy notices Monica and compliments her new appearance. Later that night, they both speak outside her window and reveal to each other how their dates didn't meet their needs. Monica asks Quincy to open her letter from USC – which reveals she has been accepted. Quincy has accepted an offer from USC as well, and they celebrate with a kiss. This leads to them finally acting on their feelings, making love that night. The story moves to their freshman year at USC, where they are managing themselves as athletes, students, and a couple. While Quincy finds instant success on the court, Monica struggles for playing time, behind senior guard Sidra O'Neal. Monica has run ins  with the head coach, Ellie Davis. Her relationship with Quincy becomes more and more strained. Quincy struggles to deal with the media attention, while clashing against his father’s efforts to convince Quincy to finish college before going pro. While Monica earns the starting point guard spot at the end of the season, Quincy feels she was not there for him when he was having problems with his father, and the couple splits up. The story jumps to 1993. Monica is playing professional basketball with an International Women's Basketball Association (IBWA) team in Barcelona. She misses home, but can't imagine a life that doesn’t include basketball. While Monica leads her team to a dominant victory in the championship game, she starts to realize that her love for basketball isn't the same as it was before. Having left USC after his freshman season, Quincy is now in his fifth year in the pros. He has been traded to the Los Angeles Lakers, but tears his ACL in a game. Monica flies home to see him, and is saddened to meet Quincy's fiancée, Kyra. Monica also falls into the usual squabbles with her mother Camille. Quincy completes physical therapy, while his wedding draws closer. Monica has quit basketball to work at a bank. Seeing how unhappy Monica is, Camille encourages her to fight for her career and the man she loves. Quincy and Monica meet and reminisce. Monica challenges him to a game of one-on-one, with high stakes; if he loses, he calls off the wedding and chooses Monica. Quincy agrees and wins, but can no longer be apart from Monica and chooses her instead. The film jumps to 1998. Monica is playing in the new WNBA. Quincy and their baby daughter cheer on Monica during her game.