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... FADE TO: BLACK. FADE IN: 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 wanna 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 gonna be like Dr. J. QUINCY I'ma be like my Dad. JAMAL He ain't a star or nothing. QUINCY I don'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.