Scene 8

PAMELA:

(acting as if about to cry)

How could I be so unlucky in meeting right guys that look wrong?

TISHA:

Heyyyyy… how could he be wrong when you only talked to him for not even an hour?

PAMELA:

Yeah… you're right. I'll know more about him when they take me to the game tomorrow.

TISHA:

(surprised)

What do you mean they?

PAMELA:

Well, there are three of them who couldn't seem to be separated from one another . . .

(FLASHBACK: O.S. as Pamela briefly narrates the events that morning)

TISHA:

Your description of Sean intrigues me, you think they won't mind a double date?

PAMELA:

That's what I told them, they don't seem to know how to refuse.

(sudden change of mood)

That's my idea, Tish, you can take the two away and leave us alone with Chris!!!

EXT. – HOTEL LOBBY AND CAR – FOLLOWING NIGHT

The three wait patiently at the doorsteps, in a while, Dan Hill carefully drives to a stop. Peeping down from the passenger side window. . .

DAN HILL:

C'mon, hurry, let's take that quick dinner.

Half-haste, the three get into the car.

DAN HILL:

We should get to the game early, looks like they oversold tickets.

SA-1:

There is food sold in the gym right? Why don't we just eat there while watching?

DAN HILL:

That sounds good to me, you guys probably thought of that all along!

SA-1:

No, we have to pick up some females to go with us to the game.

Hill suddenly stops the car. Looking back at MA-1 . . .

DAN HILL:

WHAT!?! I have tickets only good for the four of us!

SA-1 secretly focuses the duplicating machine on Hill, punches in "TICKETS 2".

SA-1:

Can you please check again how many you've got?

Hill does and . . .

DAN HILL:

Hey, hey, hey!!! There's six with me! But how could that be. . . I counted four when I paid for them!

SA-1:

Do we still have a problem?

DAN HILL:

Of course not anymore! So where do you pick up these hot chicks of yours?

Knowing humans speak in clichés, MA-2 takes out the paper where the address of Pamela is written.

DAN HILL:

Ah, not far from here, ten to fifteen minutes max!

INT. – PAMELA'S APARTMENT – MEANWHILE

Pamela and Tisha are both in mini-skirts, high heels and with revealing uppers, they finish on their make-ups and hair.

TISHA:

Do you think they'll be here on time?

PAMELA:

Sure! Seems they're nuts about the NBA finals! We were not in their plan so they should be moving a lot earlier!

TISHA:

I guess that's the reason men get turned-off on you. You always think ahead of them. MEN DON'T LIKE THAT!!!

PAMELA:

Whatever! Maybe, just maybe, Chris would be one hunk who wants his babe to be just that!

In less than a minute, they hear honking. Quickly, both pick up a purse each, lights off before they close the door after them. Down a staircase then out to the sidewalk, they wave to the guys in the car. Excited "Hi's and Hello's".

In the car…

MA-2:

Pamela – Dan Hill, our guide.

Hill shows disapproval of the description.

DAN HILL:

Hello there!

PAMELA:

(excited)

And… this is Tisha, who shares the apartment with me --- that's Sean, Scot and this is Chris!

EXT./INT. – THE L.A. COLISEUM

A really thick crowd is in cue to get into the sports coliseum. The aliens' group is at the end of the line. Some in the crowd shout to quicken the entry. Hawkers try to sell tickets twice the price. Some argue about their place in the line. At the aliens' group, where more have come behind them, they're still busy getting to know one another. Those in front of them are showing impatience in their faces. Finally, they reach the ticket booth. Dan Hill leads the group.

DAN HILL:

Here's six, from me down to that short fellow!

A rubber stamp is stamped on the back of the hands to allow exit and re-entry. Unknown to the booth attendants, the ink of the stamp would not stick to the aliens' skins. Some worry shows on the faces of the aliens.

SA-1:

(to MA-1 and 2)

Don't worry the duplicating device might do the trick.

With the girls and Hill ahead of them, SA-1 tries the device.

MA-1:

Hah! It works.

They find their way to the lower bleachers where their tickets are good. A mere two rows behind the Makers' bench. They settle down, Hill and SA-1 on both ends, Pam and Tish in the middle. They still continue to exchange banters. In a few moments, the overflowing coliseum turns dark and the Emcee's voice comes in.

EMCEE: (O.S.)

Dear NBA spectators, first we welcome the visiting team… the New Jersey Bets . . .

With their theme song, the players as individually introduced, come into the court, with high fives and other gestures, then finally, the coach.

EMCEE (O.S.)

And now, from the host team . . .

(applause, cheers and boos)

The Los Angeles Makers!!!

As with the earlier team, the sequence of introductions, entry and gestures to the hard court.

EMCEE (O.S.)

To lead us for the U.S. National anthem, please welcome . . . Jack Michaelson!!! . . . Let us all stand.

All the people in the coliseum stand. Some with their right hands over their left chest, some confused over what hand over what breast, ignorantly, MA-2 and MA-1 put their hand over Pamela and Tisha's breast. Both girls immediately slap the aliens' hands. The anthem starts --- at the end people applause then sit down. The Emcee appears at mid-court to announce the starting five for both teams. The aliens look around in wonder what the rituals are for. All else is settled, and finally, the game is about to begin.