Brinwood Star Series Pt.1

Football Commentator: Hello ladies and gentlemen we are live at Brinwood high for the game of the year where things have come down to the wire. With 10 seconds left, Brinwoods’ star player must bring it all the way home with this kick return for the win.

(James takes a deep breath and calms himself.)

Football Commentator: Colley high lines up for the kick. With the score at 28 to 24.I repeat again, this is for the win. If I'm Colley though, I'm a bit a worried. James Keiton is receiving this and we know once he gets those wheels going. It’s a wrap.

(Colley highs’ kicker kicks it off and everything slows down for James. He catches the ball and takes off full speed.)

Football Commentator: And there he goes. James explodes out of the endzone and passes up two defenders. Jukes one! Jukes Another! James receives a block from the right, making him cut to the left and run up the side line. The 50, The 40, The 30, with no one but the kicker to beat, the kicker goes for the legs but James jumps over him with little effort and BRINGS IT ALL THE WAY HOME!!

(The crowd goes crazy as James looks to the sky and then gets rushed by his team.)

(After the game and celebrations, James sits alone in the locker room until his coach comes and sits next to him.)

Coach Wells: What’s up man? You good?

(James look up at his coach)

James: Yeah coach, Just tired that’s all.

Coach Wells: You need a ride home or something? We can stop and get some food before I drop you off too.

James: Nah that’s cool. My brother already on his way.

(Coach wells looks at James and wonders if he should leave him be.)

Coach wells: You..Um..Heard from your moms?

(James smacks his lips and stands up)

James: I ain’t heard from her in years, that ain’t just going to magically change.

(James shakes his head and walks off)

James: Night coach, Get home safe.

Coach wells: Yeah, you too.

(A Few Days Later)

(James sits in his room and watches tv when suddenly...)

Quinn: Get your ass up Lil’ nigga I got a job for you.

(James gets annoyed)

James: Go tell one of them other niggas to do it.

(Quinn picks up a shoe and throws it at James.)

Quinn: This ain’t no request, you’re going to do this shit whether you want to or not. Plus, didn’t you say you wanted to start making some money.

James: Yeah, but with a real job.

(Quinn Laughs at James)

Quinn: We criminals nigga. Accept that shit. Especially if you going to live in this house. Mama been gone a long time. Shit, even if we did know where she was, she probably still the same cracked out bitch she always was.

(James gets mad and stands up and punches Quinn in the mouth)

(Quinn pulls out a gun and points it at James 'head.)

Quinn: Put your hands on me like that again and I'll fucking kill you. Now Put some fucking shoes on and get your ass to the back with everybody else so we can talk business.

(James angrily puts his shoes on and goes to the backyard)

(Quinn walks out the house and sees all the 12th street members laughing and talking.)

(Quinn gets mad)

Quinn: I know y’all niggas ain’t ignoring me. Because if you are, that’s a sign of disrespect and in 12th street disrespect gets you killed. Everybody understand?

(Everybody in attendance gave Quinn their attention and said Yes sir.)

Quinn: Good. So, speaking of disrespect, A little birdie told me that them 423 bitches is having a party up on 22nd tonight. Last time I checked, that was my territory. I didn’t get an invite, nobody came and talked to me or nothing. So, I decided that since these motherfuckers don’t respect me enough to speak to me. I’m going to hit them bitches where it hurts.

(Quinn holds up a piece of paper and tells everyone to pass it around.)

Quinn: The addresses on that paper are stash house locations with their money. I want every single one of them motherfuckers empty by the end of the night. Do this for me and I'll drop a little cash on you when I get ready. So, I want y’all to figure out who’s going to hit what and do it fast because I don’t want none of that internal fighting shit.

(The 12th street members begin talking amongst themselves)

Quinn: Oh yeah! Y’all know my little brother James, right?

(Everybody looks at James)

Quinn: Last week, this lil’ nigga said that he wanted to make him some money. So, what's a better time than now to give him his own little personal mission. So, this is what I came up with. Tonight, you will be hitting up one those stash spots. Alone. If you succeed, I'll give you half of whatever you bring back.

(James angrily looks at Quinn)

James: How you expect me to hit one of these spots by myself?

(Quinn Laughs)

Quinn: I don’t know and I don’t care. If you succeed, you get paid. If you don’t, you might as well let them motherfuckers kill you because you sure as hell not 12th street material if you fail. So, on that note show us how fast you really are Brinwood. Dismissed.

(Quinn laughs and goes back into the house leaving James to come up with a strategy on his own.)

(A Few Hours Later)

(James stands across the way from the 423 stash house and watches the guards.)

Guard #1: I’m about to go grab something to eat from the party you want something back?

Guard #2: Nah man, just hurry your ass up. We both supposed to be watching this spot not just me.

Guard #1: You scared nigga?

(Guard #1 laughs at Guard #2)

Guard #1: I’ll be right back homie. Don’t piss yourself while I’m gone.

(Guard #1 gets into his car and drives off.)

(James sits there and watches for a little longer and then decides to make his move while there is only one guard.)

(Suddenly the image of Quinn talking about their mom earlier that day made him angry)

(James begins stumbling towards the house gate pretending to be drunk with one hand in his pocket)

James: Oh shit! (Laughs) That was some good ass shit there.

(James leans against the gate and keeps pretending in order to draw the guard closer.)

Guard #2: Ayo man. Get the fuck on. Get your drunk ass out of here.

(Guard #2 walks up pulls out his gun and attempts to push James away from the gate but is greeted by a kitchen knife through the neck.)

(The guard looks at James 'face and hits the ground as he struggles to breathe.)

(James unlocks the gate, runs to the door, kicks it in and sees a table full of cash on the kitchen table.)

(James stuffs what he can into his bag and walked out of the house and closed the door to see the guard struggling to breath. James walked past him and closed the gate and disappeared into the night)

(15 minutes later the other guard came back to see guard #2 dead and the money from the house gone.)

(As James was leaving, he saw a car flash their lights twice)

(He walked up and talked to the driver.)

James: Tell Quinn I got his money.

(James put the money in the backseat and walked away)

(Later on that night)

(James walks in the door and is greeted by Quinn and some his boys counting money)

Quinn: Welcome home Mr. Man. Sound like you succeeded and dropped one of them fools in the process. Even though that’s not what I said to do.

James: Well, I just did what I needed to do since I had to do it all by myself.

Quinn: Watch yourself boy. Don’t get a big head just because you got a body now.

(James Smacks his lips and looks at the money)

James: So how much I’m getting?

Quinn: However much I say you getting.

James: You said half, so that’s how much I'm getting.

(Quinn stands up and gets in James 'face)

Quinn: You asking or you telling nigga? I can change my mind whenever I feel like it. Because I run this shit.

James: Man see, you be on that bullshit and I don’t know about these other niggas but I ain’t fucking scared of you dog. I remember you crying like a bitch and getting your ass whopped every time a nigga stepped to you bruh. Now you gangsta because all these niggas doing your work for you. Nah bruh you a bitch and no number of niggas is going to change that.

(James looks at Quinn's boys)

(Quinn smirks and then punches James in the face. James takes the punch and uppercuts Quinn, making him fall on the table with the money and breaking it.)

Quinn: Get y’all ass up and teach this nigga some manners.

(Quinn's boys get up and rush James and begin jumping him, Beating him violently. Quinn grabs his gun and pistols whips James three times)

(James lies on the ground and spits blood out of his mouth and begins laughing as he sits up)

James: You just proved my point. Had to get your boys to beat up your little brother up because you couldn’t handle him. Straight up bitch.

(Quinn looks at his boys)

Quinn: Take this crazy ass nigga to his room.

(Quinn's boys pick James up and throw him in his room and close the door)

(James clutches his ribs and looks at the ceiling as his eyes begin to water. He then whispers...)

James: I hate it here.

(And passes out.)