Scene 5

DAN HILL:

(moves pissed off)

And what exactly do you three mean by that!?!

ALL THREE:

What?

(the hand gestures again)

This?

DAN HILL:

Okay, so what did I do wrong to deserve that?

ALL THREE:

Nothing.

The scout waves off his hand in front of him and proceeds to where the ball is. The coach settles himself in one of the lower bleachers, just behind the players' bench.

The scout throws the ball to MA-1 with one hand . . .

DAN HILL:

(very proudly)

Okay, show the coach what stuff you're made of!

From mid-court, MA-1 dribbles a little nearer, fires a three-pointer and 'SWISH', nothing but net. Hill runs over to recover the ball, throws it back to MA-1 who is still beyond the three-point arc. Then five more in succession beyond the three-point arc. From the last shot, Hill motions up in the air and throws the ball and peaks above the free-throw line. MA-1 flies up with a trajectory to get the ball and end up stuffing the ball in the ring. Scout recovers, bounces the ball off the board, MA-1 coming from the opposite side. Over jumps and catches the ball just below his crotch. His momentum would get him over and past the goal, he dives and does a reverse slam! The coach, meanwhile, half bent over the rail, holding onto it, his jaw down, eyeballs jutting out of their sockets. He had never seen anything like that in his life, a combination of Jordan and Dr. J! Meantime, MA-1 hadn't stopped recovering the ball himself and making all the shots. Hill knowing the show must be over…

DAN HILL:

(excessively proud)

My man, that's enough!

(jokingly)

We might rush the coach to the ER

(with a chuckle)

MA-1:

How did the coach like it?

Both SA-1 and MA-2 look at the coach who is still frozen in shock. Hill's one arm extends with palms up, pointing to the coach.

DAN HILL:

There . . . the answer to your question!

The aliens faces expressionless not knowing what Hill meant.

SA-1:

So, what is it?

DAN HILL:

It means you're one of a kind he's seen! It will just be trying your skills with his boys!

MA-1:

When will that be?

DAN HILL:

We will know from him as soon as gets back to his senses!

The coach, in that position, just followed MA-1 to where Hill was and got to his senses again when Hill pointed to him. He slowly walked towards them, still awed. Then . . .

COACH JACOBS:

Does your name happen to be Dr. J. Jordan?

MA-1:

No, I'm Sean Rock, pleased to meet you.

COACH JACOBS:

Same here, same here my boy. I'll be calling for an emergency practice session and we'll find out how well you'll get along with them! Right?

MA-1:

(with a modest smile)

I presume that's right, coach.

COACH JACOBS:

Yeah . . . yeah . . . that's right!

Coach Jacobs calls Hill some distance from the three, and with his arms around Hill . . .

COACH JACOBS:

Are there any more of his kind where you found this boy?

DAN HILL:

Hmmmmm, why don't you sign him up first, then I'll answer your question?

While both of them argue about players and money, MA-2 and SA-1 are also in conference . . .

MA-2:

(to SA-1)

What if they take MA-1 as a player, will we still be able to show them our kindness and generosity?

SA-1:

(rubbing his chin)

Why not? He doesn't have to play like they do.

MA-2:

Then they don't take him in.

SA-1:

We don't have a problem then, do we?

MA-2 nods in approval to the logic. The coach and Hill are now walking towards the three, smiling gleefully.

COACH JACOBS:

So why don't you guys walk around and see what's here while waiting for the team? If you get hungry, there's a café just outside, have a snack. It's on me! Take them around, Dan.

Dan Hill motions to the three to follow him. He shows them around the facilities of the team, the weights room, the lockers, shower room, and conference room. Shortly, the players arrive in their own luxury cars, all dressed up for the practice session. Hill and the aliens watch the players from the windows of the upper bleachers come together and met by the coach.

SA-1:

You have to have the same suit they're wearing. I'll duplicate their uniform inside your jogging suit. MA-2, see what numbers they have, quick.

MA-2:

It's not possible to see all, just make a number we haven't seen on the screen.

SA-1 presses a button on their duplicating device that looks like a cell phone and presto! It's done. In a while, they're down on the court as the team enters led by the coach.

COACH JACOBS:

This emergency practice session is all about this guy, Sean Rock! We could by-pass the draft pick if everything goes well with you guys and him!

Team aides and assistants start to roll balls into the court. The players pick them up and start to warm up. Others do some stretching. The aliens watch closely how these guys do their thing. Fancy dribbling, backboard alley-oops, variety of dunks, three pointers. They next form a semi-circle around the arc for three pointer practice shots. At this point the coach calls the attention of MA-1.

COACH JACOBS:

Join them Sean, show them what you've got! This is the real thing!

MA-1 looks at SA-1 and MA-2. Both give him a go ahead sign.

PLAYER 1:

C'mon man. . . show us some stuff

(throwing a pass to MA-1)

At mid-court out-of-bounds, MA-1 receives the ball. Unconscious about it, he dribbles while taking three steps forward and fires an effortless jump shot --- SWISH --- all-net, right at the middle of the ring!

PLAYERS ON THE FLOOR:

Lucky shot, man! . . . Do that in the final seconds of a tight game! . . . Right on! . . . Let's play ball!

The players around the arc open up, some go to the side and some under the basket. Alternately, they throw the balls to MA-1 after he fires a shot from the three-point area. As usual, he makes it all, around ten of them with unerring accuracy! The players are stone quiet with what they witnessed. Next, they tested what he can do in the shaded area. They threw in a succession of balls up in the air and against the backboard. (Flurry of slow-motion full body view) MA-1 leaps his highest with the intention to dump at least most of the balls in the basket. He made four rapid slams, first two balls caught by both of his hands, the other two bumping them off his arms and catching one each to slam in again! He made three more by tapping them to the ring on his descent. That was seven out of twelve balls thrown up, as motioned by the players.