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| Administrator   |  Cut to view of bridge. Lucas walks across, bouncing a basketball. Cut to Peyton driving her car, then back to Lucas. Cut to establishing shot of Whitey Durham Field House. Inside, the Ravens are playing. DAN SCOTT: Nathan, remember twenty shots, no less. NATHAN: Got it, Dad. COACH DURHAM: Quit yacking and warm up. Switch between Lucas and Nathan. Nathan scores a shot and the crowd roars. ANNOUNCER: Basket by Nathan Scott. He really looks sharp out there tonight. Peyton steps forward. PEYTON: Go Ravens! ANNOUNCER: And now a steal by the Ravens. They’ll go on the Offensive. Coach Whitey Durham urges them on. Tim Smith, he’s got Scott. It’s Nathan Scott and he hammers it. Oh! He’s already got fourteen of the Raven’s seventeen points tonight. Announcer continues. You can clearly hear Haven’t seen one since this like his father Dan played for Whitey. Here’s Scott again, another one… Cut to Lucas’s sweatshirt that reads Keith Scott Body Shop. BOY 1: And here he is, ladies and gentleman. Lucas Scott. BOY 2: What’s up, my baby? BOY 1: 137 and 3 going into tonight’s contest. BOY 3: He sucks. BOY 1: And as a special bonus, we’re joined in the booth by Junk Moredi. JUNK (BOY 3): We don’t have a booth. BOY 4: Actually, Mouth, he’s 138 and 3...Lucas. JUNK: Geez, Edwards, you can remember that but you can’t remember to run a bar of soap under your pits. EDWARDS (BOY 4): What. JUNK: Smell bad, man. You’re ripe. Edwards sniffs pit. Cut to Whitey Durham Field House. COACH DURHAM: (screaming) You guys are stinking up the place! Time out. Announcer interrupts. COACH DURHAM: (continued) Come on, hustle, hustle, hustle. Boys come to him. Just what in the hell is going on out there. NATHAN: Whitey, relax. We’re up by 9. COACH DURHAM: Dan, go in for Nathan. Nathan walks away. Okay, lets go out there and act like we’ve played a game before. Zoom in on Dan Scott, in the crowd. He’s disappointed, and maybe a little angry. BOY: Raven’s on three. TEAM: One, two, three. Ravens! COACH DURHAM: (to Nathan) What have I told you about that? I don’t care if we’re up by five or fifty. I’m still the coach and it’s still my team. NATHAN: Whatever you need to believe. Cut to Lucas and his friends playing basketball at the park. MOUTH (BOY 1): Lucas Scott with the ball and you know, Jimmy, Luke currently nears a big winning streak. BOY: Nice JUNK: C’mon MOUTH: 13-14 game point for Team Scott. Cut to Raven’s game. Announcer’s speaking. COACH DURHAM: (to Nathan) Go on. Nathan reenters game. PEYTON: Go Nathan! Walking up to him. Don’t bother showering tonight. Nathan grins. Cut to park. MOUTH: Now for those of you at home, Lucas wears his black shorts tonight with his traditional white high tops. EDWARDS: He’s currently playing without a shoe contract, Mouth. Cut to game scoreboard. It’s tied- 75 to 75. There’s 20 seconds to go. Nathan’s passed the ball. The crowd goes wild, the announcer continues to speak. He dribbles, passes it off, and runs. Cut to park. MOUTH: Luke flashes on the paint, Vergie finds him on the wings- Cut to Ravens’ game. ANNOUNCER: Scott for the game! Cut to park. MOUTH: Scott for the game! Lucas throws the ball. Transition to Nathan throwing the ball. Both baskets go in. Everyone goes wild. Cut to school bus driving down street. Zoom in. Cheerleaders and basketball players are partying inside. People are making out in the seats. BASKETBALL PLAYER: Yo, tell me we didn’t just steal a school bus. Nathan’s driving. He laughs. Cuz this feels like we just stole a school bus. NATHAN: Dude, we just borrowed it, alright. Cut to car driving around a corner. Zoom in. Peyton’s driving, listening to rock music. Cut to Lucas running down the street, dribbling his basketball. Cut to school bus. GIRL: So, Nathan, where’s Peyton? NATHAN: Who knows. Why? He grins. The girl pulls him to her, kissing him. Cut to oncoming train. You hear its whistle before you see it. Cut to Peyton in her car, looking for a CD. Cut to Nathan, kissing girl. Cut to train. Cut to inside of school bus. Basketball player notices train. He screams. Cut to Peyton. She turns around suddenly, realizes Lucas is in her path. Both Nathan and Peyton try to regain control of vehicles. Both narrowly miss. A police car is on the other side of the train. Cut to Lucas. He pulls off his hood, looking at Peyton. She heaves a sigh. He continues to stand in front of the car, and she gestures angrily for him to move. He does. She drives off. Cut to Principal PRINCIPAL: You know some of your parents see this latest incident as just Tom Fogarty, a little prank. I personally see it as breaking and entering. Maybe a smidgen of grand theft auto. The following players were not involved and won’t be reprimanded. Jake Jegowsky. Ruben Kiterez. Tim Smith. Nathan Scott. Flashback to Nathan at the bus with a cop. He was clearly there, and the principal clearly knows it. PRINCIPAL: (continued) As for the rest of you, the players who were involved, you’re hereby suspended from extracurricular activities, specifically basketball, for the remainder of the season. Dan looks pissed that Nathan risked this. Cut to Coach Durham walking away from building. Dan exits, following him. DAN: So you just walk away. COACH DURHAM: Well, well. Dan Scott. DAN: Half the team’s suspended. Nathan triple teamed the rest of the season and you say nothing. COACH DURHAM: The inmates will not run the asylum. DAN: You’re despicable, you know that. Letting the dreams of this team just vanish. You’re full of crap. COACH DURHAM: It comes with old age, Danny. Constipation. Cut to Lucas and friends playing basketball JUNK: You guys remember Tom Dugan, from grade school. LUCAS: Oh, yeah, he used to live next door to you, right? JUNK: Yeah. Some guy snapped him with a wet towel. He lost one of his testicles. The guys laugh. GUY: C’mon… EDWARDS: Okay, Junk… JUNK: Just saying what I heard. GUY: Anyway, what you reading these days, man? LUCAS: Steinbeck. The Winter of Our Discontent. GUY: Let me hear some. LUCAS: Nah. No. GUY: C’mon, Dog. You know I be reading vicariously through you. Peyton drives by. MOUTH: Peyton Sawyer. JUNK: You seen her web cam? In her bedroom. I hear she’s naked on it, like all the time. GUYS: Yeah… JUNK: What? I hear things… LUCAS: You know, I saw her the other night. Ah, she almost ran me over, of course. GUY: Yeah, she pretty fine, huh? LUCAS: Ah, she’s alright. GUYS: Okay, Lucas, alright. LUCAS: (grinning) Just shoot for teams, alright? Cut to a café. Lucas walks in. WOMAN: Hey, honey. LUCAS: Mom. Smells good in here. WOMAN: It’s chili night. LUCAS: Did you change your hair? WOMAN: If by change you mean dragging a brush through it, then sure. LUCAS: Well it’s nice. Kisses his mother’s cheek. WOMAN: Thank you. Cut to pot of chili. Zoom out to reveal teenage girl. GIRL: Eww. These magazine pages are sticky again, little pervs. Oh hey, Luke, you been reading this? LUCAS: I don’t know, Regan, is that the why do I hang out with these people issue because you’re on the cover of that, right? REGAN (GIRL): No, actually, it’s the my best friend is an idiot issue and… oh, there you are. WOMAN: Regan, you want to join us? REGAN: Hell yes. She sits down at table. WOMAN: So honey, how was your day? REGAN: Good. I mean, good is relative, right, I mean, considering a third of the world’s starving, which doesn’t change the fact I’ve got this bite on the inside of my arm and it’s starting to ooze this sort of nasty crusty puss- WOMAN: Regan… REGAN: Too graphic? WOMAN: Mmm. REGAN: Too graphic. I’ll be quiet. WOMAN: So Luke, I got something for you. REGAN: Actually, I found it. I mean, sort of. It’s not like I was looking specifically for you which would imply some sort of hideous Joey loves Dawson scenario and totally creep me out. It’s just that I saw it and… maybe you should just give him the book. Woman hands Lucas a book. LUCAS: Wow. Julius Caesar. WOMAN: It’s a tide in the affairs of men. Something like that. REGAN: Nice. LUCAS: Thank you. REGAN: Whatever, if that’s what you’re into. The woman laughs and Lucas smiles. Cut to Coach Durham. A man knocks on his office door. COACH DURHAM: Well, well, Keith Scott. What do you know? KEITH: How you doing, Whitey? COACH DURHAM: Take Levenol. KEITH: You, uh, you got a second. COACH DURHAM: I’ve got a lot of seconds. Haven’t you heard? KEITH: Oh, yeah. I heard. Keith gestures to his flask. COACH DURHAM: Well, yeah, just a little… A little more… Yeah, that’s good. I saw your little brother today, Danny. Called me despicable. Said I crush the dreams of young men. KEITH: Yeah. Was he talking about himself or Nathan do you think? COACH DURHAM: Both, I suppose. Hey, what did you average when you played for me? KEITH: Oh, about 5,006 beers a night. Coach Durham laughs. COACH DURHAM: Well, at least you were consistent. KEITH: Yeah, you gotta give me that. Hey, you know, uh, Lucas plays. COACH DURHAM: Lucas? Oh.. Oh, Dan’s other son. KEITH: Well, Karen’s son. Dan’s on the birth certificate but they never got married. COACH DURHAM: Where’s he play? KEITH: Uh, at this park down by the river. COACH DURHAM: Oh come on, Keith. If the kid had any promise he’d be in the gym with the real players. KEITH: Like Nathan, you mean. C’mon Coach, just take a little drive with me. Cut to park. EDWARDS: Yes! MOUTH: Luke is on fire tonight. How do you say hot in French? EDWARDS: Bonne. MOUTH: Lucas bonne. Vergie finds Luke who takes out Junk again. EDWARDS: They never learn, Mouth. Cut to Keith and Coach Durham watching boys from car. KEITH: Now, you see that’s what I’m talking about. COACH DURHAM: Alright. Now lets say I’m interested-now I’m not saying I am- why put him through that? KEITH: Cuz he should know that he’s good. Not just playground good but good period. Could use that in his life. COACH DURHAM: We could all use that in our lives. KEITH: Yeah. But we had our chance. COACH DURHAM: So you and Karen, are you, uh… KEITH: Friends. You know. You know, I’m the kids uncle and uh, I’m in their lives. It is what it is. COACH DURHAM:I remember when Dan told me Karen was pregnant right after their senior year in high school. I told him he should honor his scholarship and go to college. KEITH: I’ll tell you one thing. You did Karen a favor. And Lucas too. Now maybe you can do me one. Cut to Peyton, in her room, on her computer. Nathan walks in. NATHAN: What are you wasting your time at now? PEYTON: I didn’t hear you come in. NATHAN: Oh, imagine that. You know nobody listens to this crap. PEYTON: So I waited for you tonight. NATHAN: Yeah, the guys wanted to tip a few. PEYTON: And you didn’t even think to let me know? NATHAN: That’s why I came by. Wanna come? PEYTON: With the guys? NATHAN: And me. PEYTON: And the guys… NATHAN: You know what, Peyton, I’m getting really tired of this. I came here to spend time with you. PEYTON: Yeah, me and half the team. NATHAN: You know, you want to be a *****, that’s cool. Just sit in your closet, listen to your loser rock, and I’ll see you tomorrow. PEYTON: How about you don’t see me tomorrow? NATHAN: That’s fine by me. Like I don’t have other options. Peyton’s hurt by this. Nathan looks away, and sighs. NATAN: (continued) Look, I’m sorry. I, uh, Peyton, I’m really sorry. It’s just, a lot of these guys got suspended so it’s like this stupid bonding thing. I… I wish it was just you and me but I was hoping you’d come anyway. It would make it a lot more bearable, okay? They kiss. Cut to an establishing shot of Tree Hill High School. You see a sign with the school name, and it pans over to the school. Cut to inside, in the library. Lucas sits at a table and glances over at Peyton. She looks up. COACH DURHAM: Scott. NATHAN: What’s up, Coach? COACH DURHAM: Not you, you. He points at Lucas. Lucas stares at him, then Peyton, and then gets up. You to Nathan read a book or something. Fade into the gym Coach Durham: A lot of people like their gyms loud. I like mine like this- quiet, clean, kinda like a church, a lot of prayin' done here anyway. You played ball in grade school. Why’d you quit? LUCAS: I didn’t. COACH DURHAM: Huh, four guys in the park. That’s not exactly basketball. LUCAS: Then what do you think we’re doing out there? COACH DURHAM: I don’t know. Planning a bank job? Look, I've got an openin' in my lineup. Varsity. Chance of a lifetime. Bouncing a basketball. What do you say? Lucas Scott: I say those people that pray here are wasting their time. God doesn't watch sports. Drops basketball and walks away. Fade into Lucas playing basketball with friends. GUY: So you gonna tell us man? LUCAS: It’s nothing. GUY: Why’d he ask you to play on the team if it’s nothing? LUCAS: It’s nothing cuz I’m not playing. Not with those guys. GUY: Luke, I’ve been guarding you since we was what, twelve years old? And I won how many games? I dunno. It just seems like a waste to me, man. LUCAS: Well it doesn’t to me. I mean, don’t you guys ever think that maybe we belong here? GUY: No. We belong here. You’ve never belonged here. LUCAS: Thanks a lot, Skittles. Just shoot for team. SKITTLES (GUY): Yo, Luke, man, you know you’re one of my best friends, right? And ain’t nothing ever gonna change that, man. But keep it real. We ain’t shooting for team. We shooting to be your excuse. And I aint about to be a part of that. Cut to Lucas at his front door. There’s a box. He picks it up. Cut to Lucas’s mother walking by the door to Lucas’s room with a laundry basket. She sees him standing in front of his mirror, wearing a Ravens’ jersey. He turns around when he sees her. LUCAS: Someone left it at the door. LUCAS’ MOTHER: Take it off. She walks away and Lucas looks at himself in the mirror again. Cut to Lucas walking outside. He walks to his mother, who’s sitting on the lawn. LUCAS: Hey, you okay? LUCAS’ MOTHER: Yeah. Do you know who left it? LUCAS: Coach Durham, probably… He asked me to play. LUCAS’ MOTHER: Maybe you should. LUCAS: You sound like Skittles. You know, those guys refused to play today. Said they didn’t want to be my excuse. LUCAS’ MOTHER: How’d you feel about that? LUCAS: Honestly? I was pissed. I mean, those guys are supposed to be my friends. LUCAS’ MOTHER: They are your friends… remember that. She hands him a photo. It shows a young Lucas, holding a basketball. LUCAS: My first leather basketball. You know, that was the year that Skittle’s father told us there was no Santa Claus. LUCAS’ MOTHER: Man, I tried to talk you out of it. Lucas laughs. Then you said something I’ll never forget. You felt bad for the kids who never figured it out because when they grew up and had kids of their own there wouldn’t be any gifts on Christmas morning. You’re a good kid, Luke. Sometimes I feel like you’re sitting out your life on account of me and I don’t want that for you. My past is not your future, okay? Cut to Nathan’s house, in the weight room. DAN: What are you slinging? NATHAN: About 160. DAN: Give me that. Mom called. Won’t be back till next week. Hey, what do you know about Whitey inviting- NATHAN: Your son to play? DAN: Don’t call him that. NATHAN: He's got our last name, Dad. DAN: I know. I know we haven’t spoken much about this in the past but the fact he shares your last name’s only wishful thinking on his mother's part. We were young, the summer after high school. We made a mistake. NATHAN: You made a mistake alright. I mean, this guy’s a zombie. DAN: Okay. NATHAN: Look, it's kinda screwed up, alright? People talk about it. DAN: Get out of there. Referring to the weights. I want you to go to this kid, encourage him not to play. NATHAN: I'm not afraid of him, dad. DAN: You should be. We've worked too hard at anyone coming in now disrupting the offense, taking away shots... and anyway, this has more to do with Whitey and me than you. NATHAN: Why do you say that? DAN: It’s a long story. And one I’ll tell you someday. But for now, I want you to go to this kid and talk to him. And trust me when I tell you, Nathan, there’s a bigger picture here. Your picture. And this kids not in it. Cut to Lucas playing alone in park, making every basket. Cut to Nathan in kitchen with friend. FRIEND: So your pops finally mentioned the bastard spawn, huh? Nathan nods. They say he’s got game. Maybe we could use him. NATHAN: Please. Look man, I can get us to the state championship with three blind guys and a cripple. That’s practically what I got, with you and what’s left. FRIEND: Nice…so where we going? NATHAN: Going to the park. Cut to Lucas playing in park. He shoots the ball, and Nathan catches it. NATHAN: Nice shot. Can you get that against the double team, down by two, packed house telling you you suck? How about just two people telling you you suck? LUCAS: What do you want? NATHAN: What do I want? What do you want, man? I mean, other than my girlfriend and my spot in the lineup, huh? None of us want you on the team, man. I don’t want you, the guys don’t want you. My girlfriend… sure as hell doesn’t want you. But here’s the deal. You and me. One on one. You can name the time and the place. If you win, I’ll quit the team. If I win, you crawl back in your little hole and you remember your place in all this. Time and place, babe. Time and place. Nathan walks away. Cut to a road, where Lucas and Regan are walking. REGAN: Nathan challenged you? Are you going to play him? LUCAS: I dunno. It’s not like I have anything to prove. REGAN: Yeah, but don’t you just want to show him sometimes, like… Regan fake punches and kicks. A flock of birds fly at her. REGAN: Uh, damn! What is this? Last week, I was attacked by a flock of crows. I’m serious. LUCAS: Okay, by the way, it’s murder. More than one crow. It’s murder. REGAN: I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about. LUCAS: A parliament of owls, an exultation of larks, murder of crows. REGAN: This is why people think you’re weird, you know? LUCAS: You know I would like to show him sometimes, what a mistake he’s made, you know. REGAN: Dan? LUCAS: Mostly for Mom, sometimes for me. REGAN: So, Luke, what are Ravens? You know, more than one? LUCAS: An unkindness. Cut to the side of a road. Peyton’s car has broken down, and the hood’s steaming. She lifts up the hood and steps away, frustrated. Cut to Keith Scott’s Body Shop. KEITH: Why wouldn’t you play? LUCAS: Do play every night. KEITH: It’s not the same, Luke. LUCAS: Why? What makes it less of a game if people don’t see it? KEITH: I’ll tell you why. When I was a kid, my father took me to Raleigh to see David Thomson play. When I was nine years old, I could’ve cared less about basketball. But when Thomson stepped onto the court, he was… so young, so quick, and so graceful I was mesmerized. I couldn’t take my eyes off him throughout the game and I look up at my dad and he’s got tears in his eyes. Fourteen thousand strangers, my father’s crying. Because he’s so beautiful. He played with such poetry we felt like we were a part of it. You have a gift, Luke. It’s a crime not to let people see it and hide it in the park. The phone rings. KEITH: (continued) It’s a damn shame, that’s why. Keith goes to answer the phone. The screen stays on Lucas, who is pondering this. KEITH: (off screen) Keith’s Body Shop and Towing. Cut to Lucas with a tow truck, putting Peyton’s car on it. It’s uncomfortably quiet. LUCAS: It’s me inside your head. PEYTON: What? LUCAS: turning off machine. NOFX. It’s me inside your head… It’s the lyrics from a- PEYTON: I know the song. Peyton dials her cell. PEYTON: (into phone) Nathan? It’s me. Alright, well listen, my car broke down. You’re going to have to come pick me up… so leave the gym! Listen, it will take you like 10 minutes. I’m on River Road around the curve… well, sucks to be you. She hangs up. LUCAS: Listen, you sure you got a ride? I mean, I can wait if you want. PEYTON: Yeah. That’s what I want… so have your dad call me with an estimate. LUCAS: My uncle. PEYTON: That’s your story. LUCAS: Can I ask you a question? PEYTON: It’s a free country. LUCAS: Why are you a cheerleader? I mean, no offense or anything, but you are like the least cheery person I know. Dan Scott pulls up, honks horn DAN: Hey! Hey, how you been big brother. KEITH: NOt bad. How bout you? DAN: Good, good. Dealerships good. I sent you some business not long ago. KEITH: Oh, yeah. I, um, I meant to call you and thank you for that. DAN: Yeah. Well, we're all busy, right? KEITH: Right. [Cut to Peyton waiting] LUCAS: Come on, let me give you a ride. LUCAS: I'll let you insult me. [Peyton stands up} PEYTON: First of all, you don't know me. Second of all, you don't know me. Lucas leans against car, smiling. PEYTON: God, why are guys such jerks? LUCAS: Guys or Nathan? PEYTON: Him. [pause] You. LUCAS: I don't know. We share the same father. PEYTON: Yeah, I heard that. He's kind of an ass. That must suck, having to see him around. LUCAS: For my Mom. I never knew him. PEYTON: Well she told you he was your Dad? LUCAS: Yeah eventually. We used to play in Junior Leagues together. Me and Nathan. PEYTON: Basketball? LUCAS: Yeah. I loved it. I was good at it. Have you ever had something that you knew you were better at than almost anybody else? PEYTON: Sex. [pause] Joke. LUCAS: Anyway. The guys kept teasing me about it. How Nathan's Dad was my Dad too. So I asked my Mom, and she said he wasn't. But I get home, and I hear her crying in her room. I knew it was true. So I never went back. I told my Mom it was because I didn't want to have to see his face. But, it was mostly because I didn't want her to have to. [starts to walk back towards the car door] Ergh. PEYTON: So why'd you just tell me all of that? I mean, we don't even know each other. LUCAS: Maybe that's the point. [They get in car. Cut to Keith & Dan] DAN: Nathan's got a shot here, Keith. A real future. KEITH: A real future. Lemme ask you something, you ever even think about Luca's future, ever? You ever think about that? DAN: I can't change the fact this kid exists. If I could, I would. The truth is, I told Karen I'd take care of it. But she-- [Lucas approaches. Dan turns and sees him. Lucas throws Keith the keys. Then cut to Luca's playing basketball. Eminem's Cleaning Out My Closet is playing. Cut to Peyton sitting and looking depressed. Goes inbetween them both four times. Then cut to the Ravens High Gym. Lucas enters. Nathan is present.] LUCAS: Tomorrow night. Midnight. At the river front. Nathan nods LUCAS: But if I win, I'm gonna want something else. [Cut to Dan's car dealership. He's walking towards the office] DAN: I love that car! I love that car! My wife's got that car. He enters his office, and is shocked to see Karen looking out the window. DAN: I'm guessing you're not car shopping. KAREN: He's a boy that wants to play basketball, reluctantly. I find it horrifying and amusing that after all these years, it takes something as simple as that to bring you around. DAN: I'm only thinking of the kid. KAREN: You have no right to think of him! Not today nor any other day of his life! How dare you! DAN: Are you finished? KAREN: I haven't even started. Since Day 1, we've asked nothing of you and you have delivered in fine fashion. I'll expect that to continue. If Lucas decides to play, you will do nothing. Anything else might make me angry and detract from the pleasant cordial side you see now. DAN: You now I know your son doesn't exactly fit in. But Nathan is all state. And I'm not sure why you want to humiliate your kid like that. KAREN: You're right, Dan. I'd rather not humiliate him. You've done that enough. [She leaves. Cut to Lucas tying his shoelaces in his bedroom. Clock says 11:30. Cut to Nathan at his house.] DAN: Nathan. NATHAN: What's up, Dad? Dan touches Nathan's nipple ring. DAN: If I wanted a daughter, I'd adopted one. NATHAN: What, so you could abandon her too? Dan looks hurt. Nathan shrugs NATHAN: Just a joke, Dad. DAN: Yeah. And this bet tonight, is that a joke too? Or would you really quit the team? 'Cause let's be honest, you have everything to lose here and nothing to gain. NATHAN: Well, sometimes what you call everything, I call nothing. DAN: I just think it's best if you don't do this, Nathan. We'll find another way. NATHAN: No. Dad, I do a lot of stuff for you. Almost everything. But I'm gonna do this for me. [Walks away.] Peyton leaves Nathan's room clad in a towel. PEYTON: Bye, Mr. Scott. DAN: Peyton. [cut to b-ball court] MOUTH: Good evening, ladies and gentlemen and welcome to one historic night of basketball. I'm Mouth McFadden, along with my gaming partner, Jimmy Edwards. Jimmy, we're in for a treat tonight. EDWARDS: You're gonna love a treat, Mouth. I know I do. Smores, Ice Cream, Cake. [Lucas shoots a basket. Cut to Peyton & Nathan leaving his house.] PEYTON: So if you're not doing it for your Dad, then why are you doing it? NATHAN: You wouldn't get it. PEYTON: I guess not. I mean so what if this guy plays, are you really that threatened? NATHAN: I'm not threatened by anyone. PEYTON: Then why do it? NATHAN: Prove that I'm the best. PEYTON: Okay. And, so what if he wins? What does he get? NATHAN: He gets you. Peyton looks shocked. [Cut to court. Crowd is cheering Lucas on as he shoots a basket.] MOUTH: Just moments before the stroke of twelve, and still no Nathan Scott. EDWARDS: The Natives are getting restless now, judging from the crowd that envelopes our booth. Guy: You don't have a booth. MOUTH: Junk Moredi joins us now. Junk, you care to make a prediction? JUNK: Sure. I predict you guys will be the two biggest morons out here. MOUTH: And it looks like Nathan Scott has arrived. Driven by a car right onto the court. NATHAN’S FRIEND: By the way, I hope you don't mind but I told a few people. MOUTH: Okay folks. Look at this. Fifteen by ones. Make it, take it. Win by one. And you can feel the intensity in the air. NATHAN: Ready for this? LUCAS: Why not? NATHAN: It's your life. LUCAS: Yeah. It is. MOUTH: Oh! A 25 footer rips us up like Jimmy Edwards in a size 3 dress. NATHAN: Who hit me? We've got all night. LUCAS: What happened to all night? NATHAN: Is that all you got, man? If that's all you got, this is over. EDWARDS: This is looking to be a battle, Mouth. LUCAS: No foul. The basket counts. Besides, you won't score agin. MOUTH: Oh, the basket counts. And it's 14-12, game point lead Nathan. He could win it all, right here. [pause] Nathan for the win. [pause] Holy crap, did you see that? Some day, men will write stories about that block. Children will be named after it, Argentinian women will weep for it. Luke made the basket and he's down by one. NATHAN: Down by one, man. Don't choke now. MOUTH: …and it's all tied up. NATHAN’S FRIEND: Come on Nathan, shut him down. MOUTH: This is it folks. No going back now. The next basket wins it. NATHAN: He's never mentioned you, man. Not once, in all these years. LUCAS: This is for my Mom. MOUTH: Luke for the win! Lucas Scott takes it 15-14 and there’s bedlam and delirium and felicity for all. PEYTON: So, what'd you bet? LUCAS: I win, Nathan stays on the team. PEYTON: Why? LUCAS: Because, it's the last thing he wants. And anyway, it's not about him. NATHAN: Peyt! LUCAS: I'll be seeing ya. VO: There's a tide in the affairs of men, staked in the flood leads onto fortune. NATHAN: Don't worry Dad. Your dreams are still safe. VO: But omitted. And the voyage of their life is bound in shadows and miseries. On such a full sea we now afloat. And we must take the time when it serves. Or lose the adventures before us. credit goes to: www.one-tree-hill.net |
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