| INT. A ROOM IN “THE SOMERSET HOTEL” –
BOSTON –
NIGHT |
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| BO BELINSKY and teammate DEAN CHANCE just
settling in.
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| So what does one do on a Monday night in Beantown? |
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| Gee Bo, I don’t know. I’m beat, think I’ll
just turn in. |
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| Not me. I’m out to paint the town. |
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| INT. A SEEDY
BAR IN SCOLLAY SQUARE –
LATER |
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| Belinsky huddled around a pinball machine with
TWO SLICK CHICKS. He’s really getting into
it, humping the machine toward a frenzied
climax of NOISE, neon, and numbers. |
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| God, if my body was that machine, the free games
you would have racked up! |
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| (lights flashing across his face as he pounds on
the buttons) |
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| Good one, babe. Damn! Another tilt. |
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| (brushing up against him, seductively) |
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| INT. “THE SOMERSET HOTEL” – LATER |
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| Chance is asleep. The phone RINGS, he slowly
awakens. |
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Sportswriter BUD FURILLO on the line.
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| I don’t know, about four. Look, Dean, there’s
a fire in the hotel! |
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| Come on, Bud, you’re drunk. Let me sleep. |
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| He hangs up. The phone rings again. |
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| He‘s interrupted by the hotel OPERATOR. |
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| Don’t get excited. Just get up. Don’t dress.
Don’t get anything. Just
come down to the lobby. |
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| He puts down the phone and jumps out of bed. |
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| EXT. “THE SOMERSET HOTEL” – SAME |
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| Chance comes running out and finds manager BILL
RIGNEY in his pajamas, shivering on the
sidewalk with other GUESTS in various stages
of undress. |
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| Dean, don’t tell me you guys are burning down
the hotel. |
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| Trainer FREDDIE FREDERICO comes rushing over. |
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| Shut up, Freddie! He’s not in yet. |
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| A taxicab pulls up and Belinsky gets out, reeking
of booze and broads. Rigney observes him
trying to blend in with the pajama-wearing
group. |
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| Belinsky, smiling mischievouly, approaches his
manager. |
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| Hey, Skip, bet you don’t know if I’m just
getting up or just getting in. |
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Rigney throws his hands up in frustration.
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