Screenplay ~~- JockRock

Jackie Takes The 4 Angry Athletes With Her

Companionship 5096 Characters =~5.1Min. Reading Time
Jackie throws open her beat-up car door.

JACKIE
In my car, boys.

KILLA
We' got cars.

JACKIE
(whispers)
Show of solidarity.

Jackie jumps into her driver's seat.

Killa, BackWoods, Swish and Peleador cram into the little car.
Killa hits his head on the roof.
Too-tall BackWoods and Swish lean forward. Their faces smush against the headrests in front of them.

Jackie cranks the key. { GRIND... }
(The car won't start.)
Jackie bangs her head against the steering wheel.

HANK
(out window)
Feel free to use one of my Hummer Limo's, Jackie.

CHEERIA
Just 'til you get on your feet.

Swish jumps out of the car.

SWISH
No worries. I got this.

LACROSSE
(in window)
Swish know' mo' 'bout stealin' cars than shootin' hoops.

Swish hot-wires the car.

Jackie fires it up.

From the upstairs window, Hank laughs, watching Jackie herky-jerk back-up the car.

Inside the car, the heads of Swish, BackWoods and Killa bang the roof.

From his window, Hank watches Jackie pull out of the driveway.

Jackie cranks her music jams. Head-bangin' victory.


EXT. STREET - NIGHT (MOMENTS LATER)

Jackie and the boys cruise Hollywood, whooping, singing along to Jackie's jam.

Jackie "selfies" herself driving the athletes past the Hollywood sign.
{ BAM! } Jackie crashes her car into a cop!

Jackie straggles out of the car, dazed.

PETER POLICEMAN
How much alcohol and drugs have you consumed tonight, Ma'am?

Jackie struggles to respond, incoherent, still shocked from the accident.

PETER POLICEMAN
Hands on the hood, Ma'am.

Peter Policeman manhandles Jackie's face down on the hood.
He cuffs her.
Frisks her.

PETER POLICEMAN
What weapons are you carrying?

Swish falls out the door of the car.

CASH COP
(freaks out)
Immediate backup needed at Hollywood and Vine! Violent suspect attacking an officer!

Hank watches from his Hummer Limo.

HANK
Need some help, Jackie?

Jackie considers it, bites her lip... tears well in her eyes.

Out of the car step the dizzy Killa, BackWoods and Peleador.

PETER POLICEMAN
(Christmas day)
Killa FishBone?! BackWoods Johnson?!

CASH COP
(seeing white men)
Cancel last call. All good.

Peter Policeman and Cash Cop high-five with Killa and BackWoods.

PETER POLICEMAN
(radios in)
We've got a stolen car belonging to one... Jackie Pants. -
(snickers)
- Unrecognizable suspect has fled the scene.

CASH COP
(to Jackie)
We'll impound the car for prints, but I don't think we'll find the thief. But thank you very much for reporting the theft, Ma'am.
(winks at Hank Honey)

Killa, BackWoods, Swish and Peleador sign autographs for the police.

They hand police season passes to the police.

PETER POLICEMAN
Petey Junior is never gonna' forget this.

Killa, BackWoods, Swish and Peleador lead Jackie down Hollywood Boulevard.

Jackie turns around to see a wrecker hauling her car away.

CASH COP
See you at the games!

Jackie, Killa, BackWoods, Swish and Peleador limp down Hollywood Boulevard.

Paparazzi chase them, snapping photos.


EXT. CAR LOT - NIGHT (SHORTLY LATER)

Jackie, Killa, BackWoods, Swish and Peleador run into a car lot.

Paparazzi photograph them as they look at a car.

Swish pulls out his credit card, hands it to the car salesman.


EXT. STREET - NIGHT (SHORTLY LATER)

Jackie drives the newer car around town.
Jackie calls her GrandMother to boast.

JACKIE
(smiles)
Grandmother! I did it!

GRANDMOTHER
I knew you could talk those dumb jocks into anything!

Killa, BackWoods, Swish and Peleador register shock. ("Huh!?")

KILLA
You're right Ma'am!

BACKWOODS
I'd follow Jackie to the moon!

JACKIE
Presenting: the United Athletes!

GRANDMOTHER
I don't care if you boys are Michael Jackson's and Michael Jordan's test-tube babies bred to rule the sports world, I see through you! You're plannin' ta' tag team on my Jackie tonight! Well Jackie's nickers are not for sale. Not for all your Hollywood money and fame. Jackie's virginity is worth more than all you solid-gold schwantzes put together. Got it?!

KILLA
Yes Ma'am.

BACKWOODS
On my honor, Ma'am.

SWISH
We wouldn't touch Jackie's naughties with a ten foot pole, Ma'am.

GRANDMOTHER
From the looks a' you studs, 10-foot' sounds like about the lay of the land.

PELEADOR
I will protect your Jackie from these L.A. Hoodlums with every bone of my latin body, mi Abuela.

GRANDMOTHER
All right, boys. Party on.

Grandmother reaches her hand forward, ends the video-call.

Jackie rockets the car toward the beach.


EXT. BEACH - NIGHT (LATER THAT NIGHT)

Jackie, Killa, BackWoods, Swish and Peleador strip down to swimming clothing.

They jump into the water beneath the Santa Monica Pier.

They splash in the waves.

They take turns hurling Jackie to each other:

Peleador throws her high.

Swish throws her higher.

BackWoods throws her higher still.

Killa throws her so high it's like riding an upside-down roller coaster.

Jackie's smile beams.

JACKIE
I'm the Queen of the World!