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                                      42



                                  Written by

                               Brian Helgeland





                                                   White - March 14, 2012
                                                   Blue Revised - April 7, 2012
                                                   Pink Revised - April 19, 2012
                                                   Yellow Revised - April 24, 2012
                                                   Green Revised - April 27, 2012
                                                   Goldenrod Revised - May 9, 2012
                                                   Buff Revised - May 29, 2012
                                                   Salmon Revised - June 4, 2012
                                                   Cherry Revised - June 11, 2012
                                                   Tan Revised - June 25, 2012
                                                   Double White Revised - June 28, 2012
                                                   Double Blue Revised - July 9, 2012

                         

                         

                         

                         

           PINK REV 4-19-12 1.

          A1 WHITE A1 

           Fills the screen. Falling from the top of frame to the 
           bottom. Pluming off into dust. White, white, white. We 
           move toward it even as it recedes, always out of reach. 
           Finally we pop out wide and high to reveal... 

           The white is chalk. An old BLACK GROUNDSKEEPER lays down the 
           right field line on a baseball diamond. 
                          

          1 INT. BRANCH RICKEY'S OFFICE - MONTAGUE ST, BROOKLYN - DAY 1 

          Blinds closed. Dust motes in the air. A large GOLDFISH TANK
          bubbles. BRANCH RICKEY at his desk. Two photos on the wall:
          Abe Lincoln & Leo Durocher. CHALKBOARDS covered with 100's
          OF NAMES, every player in the Dodger organization.

          CLYDE SUKEFORTH and HAROLD PARROTT sit across from Rickey
          who stares at them. Sukeforth stares back. Parrott nervous.

                         RICKEY
          Gentlemen, I have a plan... As of
          now, only the Board of Directors
          and my family know.

          Sukeforth and Parrott exchange a look.

                         SUKEFORTH
          A plan's always good, Mr. Rickey.
          And you always got one.

                         RICKEY
          My wife says I'm too old, That my
          health isn't up to it. My son says
          that every one in baseball will be
          against me. But I'm going to do it.

          Parrott looks to Sukeforth who keeps his eyes on Rickey.

                         SUKEFORTH
          Do what, Mr. Rickey?

                         RICKEY
          I'm going to bring a Negro
          ballplayer to the Brooklyn Dodgers.

                         PARROTT
          With all due respect, sir, have you
          lost your mind? Imagine the abuse
          you'll take from the newspapers
          alone. Never mind how it'll play
          on Flatbush. Please, Mr. Rickey.

          Rickey looks dismissively at Parrott, over to Sukeforth.

                         

                         

                         

                         

          PINK REV 4-19-12 1A.

                         RICKEY
          There's no law against it, Clyde.

                         SUKEFORTH
          There's a code. Break a law and
          get away with it, some people think
          you're smart. Break an unwritten
          law though, you'll be an outcast.

                         

                         

                         

                         

          YELLOW REV 4-24-12 2.

                         RICKEY
          So be it. New York is full of
          Negro baseball fans; every dollar
          is green. I don't know who he is,
          or where he is, but he's coming.

                         CUT TO:

          2 EXT. RICKWOOD FIELD - BIRMINGHAM, ALABAMA - NIGHT 2

          The big Birmingham Black Barons CATCHER behind the plate as
          Kansas City Monarchs JOHN SCOTT stands at bat. The catcher's
          attention on the RUNNER DANCING off first. Stomping a foot,
          feinting, hard to see clearly in the glare of the lights.

                         CATCHER
          Where'd you learn to move like
          that, runner?! At dime a dance
          night?! Stay quiet!
          INSERT: Birmingham, Alabama. April 8, 1945. 
          On the first pitch the runner takes off. The catcher fires to
          second. See it from his POV as the runner slides in “SAFE!”
          A foot on the bag, the runner dusts off, heckles the catcher:

                         RUNNER
          Is that the best you got?! Huh?!
          I'm going to steal nine, ten bases
          today! You better start counting!
          The catcher frowns. Standing, we see he is a big, big man.

                         CATCHER

                         (ALABAMAN)
          Where's your shortstop from?

                         JOHN SCOTT

                         (LOUISIANAN)
          California.

                         CATCHER
          He's got a mouth on him.
          Shaking his head, the catcher gets back in his crouch,
          signals the PITCHER. On the wind-up, the Runner is off
          again. The catcher fires to THIRD: “Safe!”

                         RUNNER
          You got a rag arm, catcher!

                         CATCHER
          Steal home! You'll find out what
          kind of arm I got!

                         

                         

                         

                         

          DBL. BLUE REV 7-9-12 3.

                         RUNNER
          Okay, I'm coming!
          The Catcher looks over at Scott who chuckles.

                         CATCHER
          California, huh?

                         (SCOTT NODS)
          Well California here he goes, if he
          comes down here.
          The Catcher gets back down in his squat. Signals the
          pitcher: fastball. Scott digs in, ready. The runner dancing
          off third. Here comes the wind-up...
          The Runner takes off even as the pitcher fires it in. The
          Birmingham Catcher receives it. As the Runner slides --
          The Catcher intentionally drives his glove, the ball and both
          hands into the runner's face -- WHALLOP! Sound drops as
          we're knocked flat senseless along with the runner.
          ON HIM now as he tries to push himself up from the dirt. A
          close look at JACK ROOSEVELT ROBINSON. A born battler, he
          shakes out the cobwebs, finally lurches to his feet, looks to
          the UMPIRE. He never heard the call.

                         JACK
          What was I?
          The umpire passes one hand over the other: Safe. Jack looks
          over at the catcher, gives him a pointed look as he goes --
          The catcher shoves him in the back. Jack turns, shoves back.
          As the two men wrestles each other to the ground --

                         CUT TO:

          3 INT. BRANCH RICKEY'S OFFICE - MONTAGUE ST, BROOKLYN - DAY 3

           Rickey and Sukeforth going through stacks of FILES on the
           desk. A black ballplayer's picture is clipped to each. As 
           Rickey reviews one, Sukeforth tries to hand him another. 

                         SUKEFORTH
          Josh Gibson. Oh boy can he hit.

                         RICKEY
          No.

                         SUKEFORTH
          No?
          Rickey won't take the file; the answer is no. 

                         

                         

                         

                         

          DBL. BLUE REV 7-9-12 4.

                         SUKEFORTH
          Alright. Roy Campanella.
          Sukeforth holds it out; Rickey won't take it. 

                         RICKEY
          A heck of a player. But too sweet,
          they'll eat him alive.

                         SUKEFORTH
          (holds up file) 
          Satchel Paige then.
          Parrott enters carrying an armful of files. 

                         RICKEY
          Too old. We need a man with a
          future not a past. 
          (holds up his own 

                         FILE) 
          Here. Jack Roosevelt Robinson. 
          As Parrott sets them on the desk, they start to slide off, 
          spilling to the floor. Helpless to stem the tide, Parrott
          looks down, surrounded by black faces...

                         RICKEY 
          (flips through file)
          A four sport college man, out of
          UCLA. That means he's played with
          white boys.

                         (SCANS FILE)
          Twenty-six years old, now with the
          Kansas City Monarchs. Batting over
          350 even as we speak. 350! And he 
          was a commissioned army officer!

                         SUKEFORTH
          He was court-martialed. A trouble
          maker. He argues with umpires. A
          quick temper is his reputation.
          Rickey is obviously keen on him. 

                         PARROT 
          What was he court-martialed for? 

                         RICKEY 
          For refusing to sit in the back of 
          a military bus. 
          (checks the file) 
          Ft. Hood, Texas. The driver asked 
          him to move back. The MPs had to 
          take him off. 

                          

                         

                         

                         

                         

          DBL. BLUE REV 7-9-12 5.

                         SUKEFORTH
          Do you see? 

                         RICKEY
          I see he resents segregation. If 
          he were white, we'd call it spirit! 

                         PARROT 
          If he were white, sir, we wouldn't 
          be looking for him.
          Rickey ends the debate... 

                         RICKEY 
          Robinson's a Methodist. I'm a 
          Methodist. God's a Methodist. We 
          can't go wrong. Find him. Bring him 
          here. 

                         CUT TO:

          4 EXT. FILLING STATION - INTERSTATE 24 - DAY 4

          A BLOODHOUND watches as a BUS pulls into a SERVICE STATION,
          the tires RING the bell hose. A million miles easy on this
          road rumbler. The BANNER reads: KC Monarchs.
          Insert: Interstate 24, Missouri - August 24, 1945.
          The DRIVER steps off. The fellas follow, getting off to
          stretch their legs. Hot and tired. A WHITE ATTENDANT
          saunters out. The driver steps over to meet him.

                         ATTENDANT
          Fill her up?

                         DRIVER
          Yes, sir.
          The attendant starts unscrewing caps on two 50-GALLON TANKS.

                         ATTENDANT
          Where you all headed?

                         DRIVER
          Chicago.
          As the attendant shoves down a pump, starts filling, Jack
          steps off. He spots and heads for a restroom. White Men
          Only lettered on the door. The attendant roused as he sees.

                         ATTENDANT
          Hey! Where you going, boy!?

                         

                         

                         

                         

          BLUE REV 4-07-12 6.
          Everyone looking over as Jack stops.

                         JACK
          I'm going to the toilet.

                         ATTENDANT
          Shit, boy, c'mon. You know you
          can't go in there.
          Jack does a slow burn, then suddenly strides toward the
          attendant. The air rife with tension.

                         JACK
          Take that hose out of the tank.

                         ATTENDANT
          Huh?

                         DRIVER

                         ROBINSON --

                         JACK
          Take it out. We'll get our ninety-
          nine gallons of gas someplace else.
          The attendant blinks. He takes a look from Jack to up and
          down the deserted highway. No business in sight.

                         ATTENDANT
          Okay, use it. But don't stay in
          there too long.
          Jack heads back. The Driver, the players, a bit stunned.

                         CUT TO:

          5 INT. WHITE MEN ONLY REST ROOM - FILLING STATION - DAY 5

           Jack splashes water on his face, rips a paper towels from the
           dispenser, pats his face dry. He balls the wad up, squeezes
           it in his fist before firing it into the trash. He considers
           his reflection in the mirror. As he regards himself, we hear 
           the SERVICE BELL ring outside. 

                         CUT TO:

          6 EXT. FILLING STATION - HIGHWAY 24 - DAY 6

           A car has pulled up. The driver talks to several players.
           They look over as Jack exits. The driver is Clyde Sukeforth.

                          SUKEFORTH
           Are you Jackie Robinson?

                          CUT TO:

                         

                         

                         

                         

           TAN REV 6-25-12 7.

                         7 OMITTED 7 

          8 INT. BRANCH RICKEY'S OFFICE - MONTAGUE ST, BROOKLYN - DAY 8 

          Blinds closed. Jack sits across the desk from Rickey.
          Sukeforth sits a little further back. Rickey is staring at
          Jack. Bushy eyebrows flared, light gleams off his glasses.
          INSERT: August 28, 1945. Brooklyn. 
          Jack doesn't know what to do, looks to Sukeforth. Finally...

                         RICKEY 
          Do you have a girl?

                         JACK
          Excuse me?

                         RICKEY
          A man needs a family relying on
          him. It insures he'll behave
          responsibly. Do you have a girl?

                         JACK
          I think so.

                         RICKEY
          You think so?
          Jack looks to Sukeforth who smiles placidly. Back to Rickey.

                         

                         

                         

                         

          WHITE 3-14-12 8.

                         JACK
          I don't make much money. Between
          the army and now baseball I've been
          away a lot. And Rae, Rachel, she
          wants to finish school. Considering
          all that, I say I think so.

                         RICKEY
          Do you love her? Rachel?

                         (JACK CONFUSED)
          Don't you know?

                         JACK
          Yes, sir, very much.

                         RICKEY
          Marry her.
          What? Rickey stands, walks to a window. Jack looks at
          Sukeforth who raises a hand as if to say: Give it a chance.

          RICKEY (CONT'D)
          Baseball's a hard life; a man needs
          a good woman by his side. You
          don't want the only person waiting
          for you at home to be a catcher.
          Sukeforth chuckles at that. Rickey fingers open a slat on
          the blind and peers out. Jack looks hard at him.

                         JACK
          Coach Sukeforth here said you were
          starting a new Negro League. That
          doesn't make sense to me.

          MR. RICKEY
          It doesn't, huh? Are you calling
          us liars, Jack?

                         JACK
          What's this about, Mr. Rickey?

                         RICKEY
          This is about baseball.
          Rickey opens the shade. Sunlight floods in. Rickey follows
          it to the chalkboard, to the list of players under Montreal.

          RICKEY (CONT'D)
          I see you starting in the spring
          with our affiliate in Montreal. If
          you make it there, we'll try you
          down here with the Dodgers. The
          white Brooklyn Dodgers.
          Jack looks to Sukeforth who nods: Yes, you heard right.

                         

                         

                         

                         

          BLUE REV 4-07-12 9.

          RICKEY (CONT'D)
          I'll pay you $600 a month and a
          $3,500 bonus when you sign the
          contract. Is that agreeable?
          Believe it or not that's a lot of money to Jack on this day
          in time. This is all becoming a bit overwhelming.

                         JACK
          Yes, sir. That's fine.

                         RICKEY
          There is one condition. I have a
          pile of scouting reports. I know
          you can hit behind the runner, that
          you can read a pitch. The question
          is can you control your temper?

                         JACK
          My temper?

                         RICKEY
          Yes your temper! Are you deaf?! 
          Rickey furious, the avuncular old man gone. Jack sits there, 
          fists now balled. Rickey to Sukeforth like he's not there: 

          RICKEY (CONT'D)
          He looks proud. Willful. 

                         SUKEFORTH
          He'll need to be.
          Rickey looks back to Jack who is as angry as he is confused.

                         RICKEY
          I want to win! I want ballplayers
          who can win! Are you one of them?!

                         JACK
          Yes.

                         RICKEY
          A black man in white baseball.
          Imagine the reaction. The vitriol.
          Rickey strides forward, gets in his face.

          RICKEY (CONT'D)
          The Dodgers check into a hotel. A
          decent good hotel. You're worn out
          from the road and some clerk won't
          give you the pen to sign in.

                         (SOUTHERN DRAWL)
          We got no room, boy, not even down
          in the coal bin where you belong.

                         

                         

                         

                         

          BLUE REV 4-07-12 10.
          Jack looks like he wants to tear Rickey apart.

          RICKEY (CONT'D)
          The team stops at a restaurant.
          The waiter won't take your order.
          (adopts a new voice)
          Didn't you see the sign on the
          door? No animals allowed. 

                         (LOOMING)
          What are you going to do then?
          Fight him? Ruin all my plans?
          Answer me, you black sonofabitch!

                         JACK

                         (MASTERS HIMSELF)
          Do you want a ballplayer who
          doesn't have the guts to fight
          back? Is that what you want?

                         RICKEY
          I want one who has the guts not to
          fight back! There are people who
          will not like this. They will do
          anything to get you to react. If
          you echo a curse with a curse, they
          will only hear yours. Follow a
          blow with a blow and they will say
          a Negro lost his temper; that the
          Negro does not belong. Your enemy
          will be out in force, but you can
          not meet him on his own low ground.
          We win with hitting, running and
          fielding, nothing else. We win if
          the world is convinced of two
          things: that you are a fine
          gentlemen and a great ballplayer.
          Like our Savior, you must have the
          guts to turn the other cheek.
          Jack considers Rickey. Rickey looks worn out.

          RICKEY (CONT'D)
          Can you do it?
          Jack poised at what will be his Rubicon. He crosses.

                         JACK
          Mr. Rickey, you give me a uniform,
          you give me a number on my back,
          and I'll give you the guts.

                         CUT TO:

                         

                         

                         

                         

           PINK REV 4-19-12 11.

          9 INT. HALLWAY - ISUM HOUSE - LOS ANGELES - DAY 9

           A phone RINGS on a table. RACHEL ISUM steps in, 23,
           possessed of style that you can only be graced with.

                          RACHEL
           Hello?

                          CUT TO:

          10 INT. LOBBY PAYPHONE - 215 MONTAGUE STREET - BROOKLYN - DAY 10

           Jack in a PHONE BOOTH, the lobby busy beyond.

                         JACK
          Rae, I'm in Brooklyn.

          INTERCUT THE FOLLOWING:

                         RACHEL
          Brooklyn? For what?

                         JACK
          I don't want to say on the phone.
          In fact, I'm not supposed to tell
          anyone.
          She can hear the tingle in his voice.

                         RACHEL
          Jack? 

                         JACK 
          I'm here, Rae 

                         RACHEL 
          What's going on? You're supposed 
          to be playing in Chicago? 

                         JACK
          We've been tested you and me. Our 
          loyalty, our faith. We've done 
          everything the right way. Me 
          trying to make money. You 
          finishing school. Separated by the 
          war, now by baseball. We don't owe 
          the world a thing. Only each other. 
          She's actually getting a little scared now. 

                         RACHEL
          Jack, what are you talking about?
          What happened?

                         

                         

                         

                         

          GOLDENROD REV 5-9-12 12.

                         JACK
          The Brooklyn Dodgers just signed me
          to play ball up in Montreal. It
          might lead to bigger things. To
          something wonderful.

                         RACHEL
          What does it mean? For you and me?

                         JACK
          Rae. Will you marry me?

                         RACHEL
          Absolutely. When?

                         JACK
          Now.

                         RACHEL

                         (LAUGHING)
           Jack, I don't think we can get
           married in a phone booth.

                          CUT TO:

                         11 OMITTED 11

          11 A INT. HALLWAY - THE CLARK HOTEL - LOS ANGELES - NIGHT 11 A

           Jack rounds a corner in a TUXEDO, the bow tie undone. Rachel
           follows in her WEDDING GOWN. They look beautiful.

                          RACHEL
           Did my mom look happy? 

                          JACK
           Yes.
           They reach the door. Jack gets out a key to unlock it. 
           Rachel looks nervous, steps back across the hall. 

                          RACHEL
           Did my gram look happy? 
           Swinging the door open, he looks at her. The air charged. 

                         JACK
          Everyone looked happy. I've never
          seen so many people looking happy.

                         

                         

                         

                         

          GOLDENROD REV 5-9-12 12A.

                         RACHEL
          Did Jack Robinson look happy?

                         (SOFT)
          What if I can't make you happy?
          He steps over, aware of her shyness. 

                         JACK
          Too late. You already do. It's 
          you and me, Rae.

                         RACHEL
          Until the wheels fall off. 

                         (UNCERTAIN)
          The world is waiting for us.

                         JACK
          It can wait one more night

                         (KISSES HER) 
          Are you coming, Mrs. Robinson? 

                         RACHEL 
          (kisses him back) 
          I'd follow you anywhere, Mr. 
          Robinson. 
          He picks her up, carries her over the threshold. As the door
          clicks shut behind them...

                         CUT TO:

          12 INT. BRANCH RICKEY'S OFFICE - BROOKLYN - DAY 12

          The shades closed; we're scheming again. WENDELL SMITH sits
          across from Rickey who stares back intently. Bespectacled,
          32, Smith covers baseball for the Pittsburgh Courier.

                         RICKEY
          Who's the best shortstop you ever
          saw?

                         SMITH
          Rabbit Tavener.

                         RICKEY
          Rabbit Tavener? And you call
          yourself a sports writer?

                         

                         

                         

                         

          WHITE 3-14-12 13.

                         SMITH
          Yes, a sentimental one. I'm from
          Detroit. He was the Tiger
          shortstop when I was a boy. How
          about you? Who's your best?

                         RICKEY
          Pop Lloyd.

                         SMITH
          Not Honus Wagner?

                         RICKEY
          Wagner is number two. And Rabbit
          Tavener would not break my top 25.
          Where do you suppose Jackie
          Robinson will end up on that list?

                         SMITH
          He won't break it. He doesn't have
          a shortstop's arm. Robinson
          belongs on second base.

                         RICKEY
          Alright then, where would he rate
          at second?

                         SMITH
          If he was playing now he'd be the
          best second baseman in the majors.

                         RICKEY
          High praise. He'll have to be the
          best in the minor leagues first.

                         SMITH
          What are you saying, Mr. Rickey?

                         RICKEY
          I'm saying it's going to be a very
          interesting spring training. A lot
          of players are coming back from the
          war and with gas rationing over, we
          can train down in Florida again.

                         SMITH
          Daytona Beach?

                         (RICKEY NODS)
          You're aware in the past six months
          a black boy was lynched in Madison,
          Florida and a black man down in
          Live Oaks?

                         RICKEY
          Those towns may as well be a
          million miles from Daytona.

                         

                         

                         

                         

          WHITE 3-14-12 14.

                         SMITH
          Live Oaks is 150 actually.

                         RICKEY
          I spoke to the Daytona mayor. He
          assures me there'll be no trouble.
          But Rickey doesn't sound so sure. They consider each other.

          RICKEY (CONT'D)
          Mr. Smith, are you a Communist?

                         SMITH
          I'm a Democrat. Why do you ask?

                         RICKEY
          I have a business proposition.
          What's your salary at the Courier?

                         SMITH
          Fifty dollars a week.

                         RICKEY
          I will pay you an additional fifty
          dollars a week plus expenses if you
          will attend spring training with
          Jackie Robinson. You will watch
          over him, help him to avoid the
          harm that could come if he were to
          do or say anything out of turn.
          You will act as his chauffeur, you
          will secure accommodations for him
          wherever the team may be, help him
          find restaurants, etc...

                         SMITH
          What's in it for me? Besides the
          fifty dollars and a whole lot of
          aggravation?

                         RICKEY
          Unprecedented access for any
          reportage you feel appropriate.
          What do you say, Mr. Smith?

                         SMITH
          I say yes, sir. If a Negro is good
          enough to stop a Nazi bullet in
          France; he's good enough to stop a
          line drive at Yankee Stadium.

                         RICKEY
          Ebbets Field actually, but yes, I
          agree. The world is ready.

                         CUT TO:

                         

                         

                         

                         

           TAN REV 6-25-12 15.

                         13 OMITTED 13 

          14 INT. BALLROOM - THE WALDORF ASTORIA HOTEL - NIGHT 14 

          Over 500 guests: journalists, players and politicians all
          listen politely as a SPEECH drones to an end.
          INSERT: New York City. 23rd Annual Baseball Writer's
          Association Dinner February 3, 1946.

                         SPEAKER
          As our former President Herbert
          Hoover remarked in his tribute to
          our national pastime: ‘The rigid
          voluntary rules of right and wrong,
          as applied in baseball, are second
          only to religion in strengthening
          the morals of the American people.'
          Polite applause as the speaker steps off. The clapping more
          enthusiastic as the lights dim on all but an impromptu set:
          plantation house columns. Hoots as a BUTLER appears wearing
          satin knee breeches and a MONTREAL ROYALS jersey. He holds a
          ring like a lawn jockey, a WHITE MAN in BLACK FACE. The
          laughs get louder as he peers out with exaggerated wide eyes.

                         BUTLER
          Lordy, lordy, it's looking like da
          massa will be late dis ebning.
          As the LAUGHS from the audience subside, a sportswriter
          dressed as a COLONEL enters from stage right.

                         COLONEL
          Robbie! Robbie!

                         BUTLER
          Yassuh, Massa Kunl. Here Ah is.
          Huge LAUGHS as he struts and dances his way over.

                         

                         

                         

                         

          WHITE 3-14-12 16.

                         COLONEL
          Jackie, you woolly headed rascal.
          How long yo' been in the family?

                         BUTLER
          Ebber since Massa Rickey done bots
          me from da Kansas City Monarchs.

                         COLONEL
          (aside to audience)
          Rickey that no good carpetbagger!
          What could he be thinking!
          Huge LAUGHS from that one. Two people enjoying it we'll
          recognize later as HERB PENNOCK and BOB COOKE.

                         BUTLER
          Ah came near bein' killed last
          night, Kunl.

                         COLONEL
          How's that, Jackie boy?

                         BUTLER
          Ah was comin' up a dark street and
          three men was behind me. And they
          tried to do me with a baseball bat.

                         COLONEL
          You don't say?

                         BUTLER
          Yes, suh. Ah recognized one of
          dem. Ah'm gonna hab him arrested.

                         COLONEL
          But I thought you said it was dark?

                         BUTLER
          It was. But I know he played for
          the Philadelphia Baseball Club. On
          account of he struck at me three
          times and never hit me once.
          That brings the house down. Check out their laughing faces.

                         CUT TO:

          15 EXT. LOCKHEED TERMINAL - BURBANK - DAY 15

          A gleaming American Airlines DC-3 angled up on the tarmac.
          PASSENGERS climb the portable stairs and disappear inside.
          INSERT: February 28, 1946. Burbank, California

                         CUT TO:

                         

                         

                         

                         

           GOLDENROD REV 5-9-12 17.

          16 INT. TERMINAL - BURBANK - DAY 16

          Jack and Rachel are being seen off by FRIENDS from the
          wedding and his mother MALLIE. Jack is in a natty suit with
          Rachel in a beautiful coat. 

                         MALLIE
          You knock the cover off that ball.

                         JACK
          I will, Mama.
          Mallie hugs Jack and then kisses Rachel.

                         MALLIE
          Look after each other.

                         RACHEL
          We will.
          She reaches in her bag, brings out a cardboard SHOEBOX; it's
          ever so slightly greasy at the bottom.

                         MALLIE
          Take this. It's chicken.

                         JACK
          They have food on the plane, Mama.

                         MALLIE
          You never know what might happen.
          I don't want you getting there
          starving and too weak to hit.
           Rachel gives Jack a subtle but emphatic look: No.

                          CUT TO:

          17 EXT. LOCKHEED TARMAC - BURBANK - DAY 17

          Jack escorts Rachel to the plane, the shoebox in hand.

                         JACK
          I couldn't tell her no.

                         RACHEL
          I know she means well; I just don't
          want to be seen eating chicken out
          of a box like some country bumpkin.
          Jack runs his hand over her coat.

                         JACK
          No one's going to mistake you for a
          bumpkin in this.

                         

                         

                         

                         

          PINK REV 4-19-12 18.

                         RACHEL
          Well, they'll know I belong on that
          plane or wherever I happen to be.

                         CUT TO:

          18 EXT. DC-3 - DAY (STOCK FOOTAGE) 18

          Descending toward a runway. Landing gear coming down.

                         CUT TO:

          19 INT. TERMINAL - NEW ORLEANS LAKEFRONT AIRPORT - DAY 19

          A WOMAN exits the lady's room, passing a SIGN: White Only.
          REVERSE to show Rachel looking at it like she's been slapped.
          Jack joins Rae from the TICKET COUNTER, with the chicken box.
          INSERT: New Orleans Lakefront Airport.

                         JACK
          The flight to Pensacola leaves in
          an hour... You okay?

                         RACHEL
          I've just never seen one before.

                         JACK
          (follows her look)
          We're not in Pasadena anymore.
          A sudden momentum carries her forward.

                         JACK
          Honey... Rae --
           He takes a step after her, stops as she disappears inside. 
           Jack unsure what to do. He looks around. Looks back. He 
           doesn't need this right now. 

                         20 OMITTED 20 

                         21 OMITTED 21 

                         

                         

                         

                         

           PINK REV 4-19-12 19.

          22 INT. AIRPORT COFFEE SHOP - DAY 22 

           A black BUSBOY reacts as a bickering Jack and Rachel enter. 

                          JACK 
           I promised Mr. Rickey we'd stay out 
           of trouble. 

                          RACHEL 
           Did you promise him we wouldn't go 
           to the bathroom? You've done it. 

                          JACK 
           Before I promised. 

                          RACHEL 
           It was just a toilet. You'd think 
           the commodes were made of gold. 
           The busboy watches as Jack and Rachel slide into a booth. As 
           Jack reaches for a MENU, here comes the COOK. 

                         COOK
          You folks can't sit here. 

                         JACK
          Excuse me?

                         COOK
          It's white only.
          Jack looking to Rachel; it's equanimity time. Not easy.

                         COOK
          I'll sell you some sandwiches. But
          you gotta take ‘em to go.
          Jack looks to the busboy, back to the cook.

                         JACK
          No. You hang onto those.
          Mastering himself, Jack slides out. Drilling the cook with a
          look, he offers his hand to Rachel as she slides out as well.

                         CUT TO:

                         23 OMITTED 23

                         

                         

                         

                         

           GREEN REV 4-27-12 20.

          24 INT. TERMINAL - NEW ORLEANS LAKEFRONT AIRPORT - DAY 24

          Seen from on high. Jack and Rachel, sitting on a bench, two
          little figures as passengers move along the concourse. They
          sit a bit apart from each other, the world a wedge.

                         CUT TO:

          25 EXT. RUNWAY - PENSACOLA AIRPORT - NIGHT 25 

          SMOKE PINWHEELS as the wheels of a BOEING 247 touch down.
          INSERT: Pensacola, Florida. Later that day.

                         CUT TO:

          26 INT. BOEING 247 - TARMAC - NIGHT 26

          Jack and Rachel worn out among eight other passengers. As
          the door is opened, FOUR of the eight get up and disembark.
          After a beat, FOUR NEW PASSENGERS board and take their seat.

                         JACK
          Just a hop to Daytona now.
          As Rachel nods, an AIRLINE EMPLOYEE boards, MISS BISHOP. She
          makes her way over. She spots who she's looking for.

                         MISS BISHOP
          Jack Robinson? Come with me.
          She starts away without explaining, looks back at them a bit
          impatiently.

                         MISS BISHOP
          Come on now. Both of you.

                         CUT TO:

                         

                         

                         

                         

           BLUE REV 4-07-12 21.

          27 INT. TICKET COUNTER - PENSACOLA AIRPORT - NIGHT 27

           The shoe box sitting on the counter, Jack in mid discussion
           with Miss Bishop. Rachel just behind Jack. 

                          MISS BISHOP 
          We have to lighten the plane.
          There's some bad weather east of
          here. A heavy plane's dangerous.

                         RACHEL

                         (LOW)
          Tell her you're with the Dodgers. 
          Jack would rather not play that card.

                         JACK
          When's the next flight?

                         MISS BISHOP 
          Tomorrow morning. But it's booked.
          So someone'll have to cancel.
          Jack and Rachel unaware as a WHITE COUPLE are ushered out a
          door and onto the tarmac behind them.

                         JACK
          Look, I'm with the Brooklyn Dodger
          organization. I've got to get down
          to Daytona. I'm supposed to report
          to spring training in the morning.

                         MISS BISHOP 
          We'll do our best to get you down
          there by tomorrow afternoon, but it
          might be the day after.

                         RACHEL

                         JACK --
          He follows her gaze to where the white couple get on the
          plane they got off. Jack wheels on Miss Bishop, furious. 

                         JACK
          You gave away our seats! Get us
          back on that plane!
          Miss Bishop picks up a PHONE, holds it in Jack's face. 

                         MISS BISHOP 
          Do you want to call the Sheriff?
          Or should I?

                         CUT TO:

                         

                         

                         

                         

           YELLOW REV 4-24-12 22.

          28 EXT. BUS STATION - PENSACOLA - NIGHT 28

          Closed. A line of EMPTY BUSES; the BANNER on one: Daytona
          Beach. Across from it Rachel sits at one end of a BENCH, her
          fur pulled around her. Jack at the other, staring off into
          the night. Finally, he reaches down, picks up the shoebox.
          He pulls out a DRUMSTICK, considers it, then takes a bite.

                         JACK
          Mama knew...
          He holds it out to Rachel. She slides over, takes it, takes
          a bite as well, smiles at him. He smiles back.

                         RACHEL
           It's good.

                          CUT TO:

          29 EXT. BASEBALL FIELD - DAYTONA BEACH, FLORIDA - DAY 29 

           LEO DUROCHER hitting fungoes. One after the next. PEE WEE
           REESE and EDDIE STANKY both settle under the same ball.

                          REESE STANKY
           I got it! I got it! I got it! I got it!
          They both back off at the last second and it drops to the
          ground between them. Durocher chuckles.

                         DUROCHER
          That's what spring training's for,
          boys! Sort out our differences!
          He hits another. This time to the outfield where veteran
          DIXIE WALKER gives chase, finally gives up on it.

                         DUROCHER
          C'mon, Dixie, get after it!

                         WALKER

                         (LAUGHING)
          I'm old!

                         DUROCHER
          I'm gonna squeeze one more year out
          of that worn out body of yours!

                         WALKER
          If you could, skipper, my wife
          would sure appreciate it!

                         DUROCHER
          Keeping the women happy! That's
          what it's all about!

                         

                         

                         

                         

           BLUE REV 4-07-12 23.

          29 A EXT./INT. CONVERTIBLE - DAY 29 A 

           Rickey drives a dirt road through the training field singing 
           “Two Sleepy People” along with the radio: Passing BROOKLYN 
           DODGERS, MONTREAL ROYALS & ST. PAUL SAINTS on either side. 
           Durocher hits another as Rickey pulls up. 

                         RICKEY
          How are they looking, Leo? 

                         DUROCHER
          Rusty, Mr. Rickey. But we'll get
          ‘em oiled up and ready in no time.
          You find your lost sheep yet?
          Troubled, Rickey shakes his head ‘no'. As he does, Harold
          Parrot hurries over. He's the Dodgers travelling secretary.

                         PARROTT
          Jackie Robinson's on a bus leaving
          Pensacola.

                         RICKEY
          A bus? Harold, how in blazes did
          he end up on a bus?!
          BOB BRAGAN, in his catching gear, passing by with pitchers
          RALPH BRANCA and KIRBY HIGBE. Higbe asides to Bragan: 

                         HIGBE
          Why don't they just put him on a 
          watermelon truck?

                         BRANCA
          What's the matter with you guys?

                         BRAGAN
           Not a thing, Branca, but we ain't
           just two pretty faces either.

                          CUT TO:

          30 EXT. GREYHOUND STATION - DAYTONA BEACH - SUNSET 30

          Wendell Smith stands waiting as a BUS pulls in.
          The big air brakes hiss. The doors open and the PASSENGERS
          disembark. First a DOZEN WHITE FACES, then a DOZEN BLACK.
          Last but not least, Rachel and Jack. They look exhausted.

                         SMITH
          Jackie Robinson... Mr. Rickey sent
          me to meet you. Wendell Smith.
          Pittsburgh Courier. I'm going to
          be your Boswell.

                         

                         

                         

                         

           BLUE REV 4-07-12 24.

                         JACK
          My who?

                         SMITH
          Your chronicler, your advance man.
          Hell, even your chauffeur.
          (tips his hat)
          Mrs. Robinson.

                         RACHEL
          It's Rachel.

                         SMITH
          Man, you two look wiped out.

                         JACK

                         (SHARP)
          You got a car? Get us out of here.

           CUT AHEAD TO: 

          31 EXT. SMITH'S BUICK (PARKED) - DAY 31 

           Jack and Smith carry the luggage. Smith's excited being 
           around Jack even if he is grumpy. As Smith unlocks the 
           Buick, Rachel considers a segregated pair of water fountains. 

                         SMITH
          You ever been down South before,
          Rachel?

                         RACHEL
          First time. We have our problems
          in Pasadena, but not like this. 

                         SMITH
          Mr. Rickey says we follow the law.
          If Jim Crow and the state of
          Florida say Negroes do this and
          that, then we do this and that.

                         RACHEL

                         (SOFTLY)
          My life's changing right in front
          of me. Who I am, who I think I am.

                         CUT TO:

          32 EXT. THE HARRIS HOUSE - DAYTONA BEACH - DAY 32

          Black neighborhood. The Buick stops at a nice looking house.

                         SMITH
          Joe and Duff Harris live here. He
          gets out the black vote, does a lot
          of good for colored folks.

                         (MORE)

                         

                         

                         

                         

          YELLOW REV 4-24-12 25.

                         SMITH (CONT'D)
          Mr. Rickey set it up himself.

                         (IMITATES RICKEY)
          If we can't put the Robinsons in
          the hotels, they should stay some-
          place that represents something.
          Jack and Rachel exchange a look, the place seems nice.

                         SMITH
          Brooklyn plays downtown; Montreal a 
          few blocks from here. You'll stay
          with the Harrises except for a few 
          days at the end of the week. The 
          whole Dodger organization is going
          to Sanford, about 45 minute away. 
          You'll stay here though, Rachel. 

                         RACHEL
          Where are the other wives staying?

                         SMITH
          There are no other wives. You're
          the only one Mr. Rickey allowed to
          spring training.
           As the HARRISES step out on the porch, wave hello...

                          CUT TO:

          33 INT. STAIRWAY - THE HARRIS HOUSE - DAY 33

          MRS. HARRIS leads Jack and Rachel up the stairs to a door at
          the top. Mrs. Harris opens it.

          MRS. HARRIS
          I call this the love nest. I hope
          you like it.

                         RACHEL
          I'm sure. Thank you.
          As Jack enters, Mrs. Harris starts back down.

          MRS. HARRIS
          Dinner's at five.
          Rachel enters, closes the door behind her --

                         34 LOVE NEST 34
          -- And accidentally knocks Jack onto the bed. She lands on
          top of him. The room is impossibly small. It barely holds
          their luggage and the BED they're on. As they look around:

                         JACK
          It's a joke, right?

                         

                         

                         

                         

          GOLDENROD REV 5-9-12 26.

                         RACHEL
          I like it. The love nest.
          She kisses him. He's starting to like it, too.

                         RACHEL
          Remind me dinner's at five.

                         JACK
          I'll try to remember...
           As the kisses become more urgent...

                          CUT TO:

          A35 INT. SMITH'S BUICK - DAYTONA TRAINING FACILITY - DAY A35 

           Smith pulls up alongside the team buses, looks across at Jack 
           who is just a little nervous. 

                          SMITH 
           The first day of Spring Training. 
           My Pittsburgh Courier readers need 
           to know how it feels. 

                          JACK 
           It's okay. 

                          SMITH 
           That's not exactly a headline. 

                          JACK 

                          (BRUSQUE) 
           That's all I got. 

                          SMITH 
           Look, Jack, right now it's just me 
           asking you. But you get on that 
           field and it's going to be the New 
           York Times and the Sporting News. 
           You should think about it. 

                          JACK 
           If they ask something, I'll answer. 

                          SMITH 
           Alright, but you know when you're 
           at the plate, you want to feel like 
           you see the pitch come in slow? 
           Well, you want to see the questions 
           come in slow, too. 
           Jack just looks at him. Gets out. Smith sighs. 

                         

                         

                         

                         

           GOLDENROD REV 5-9-12 26A.

          35 EXT. PLAYING FIELD - DODGERS DAYTONA FACILITY - DAY 35

          As PLAYERS (Brooklyn, St. Paul & Montreal) warm up, practice,
          Rickey sits on the bench, angry as he reads a NEWSPAPER.
          Harold Parrott hurries over, something urgent on his mind.
          Rickey on a rant; Parrott can't get a word in.

                         RICKEY
          Listen to this, Harold. Whenever I
          hear a white man - yours truly -
          broadcasting what a Moses he is to
          the Negro race, then I know the
          latter needs a bodyguard.
          (Parrott tries to

                         INTERJECT)
          It is those of the carpetbagger
          stripe of the white race - me again
          - who under the guise of helping,
          in truth are using the Negro for
          their own selfish interest, thereby
          retarding the race!
          Parrott tries to interrupt again, but Rickey is furious.

                         RICKEY
          The minor league commissioner of
          baseball said that! I pay part of
          his salary! You wouldn't stab me
          in the back like this, would you?

                         PARROTT

                         (FINALLY)
          He's here, Mr. Rickey.

                         

                         

                         

                         

          GOLDENROD REV 5-9-12 27.

                         RICKEY
          Why didn't you say so?!

                         36 PLAYING FIELD 36
          Jack crossing toward them in his Montreal Monarchs uniform
          carrying a glove and a bat. 200 white players clocking him.
          He's surrounded by REPORTERS and PHOTOGRAPHERS. It's the cue
          for most of the batting and fielding and chatter among the
          Dodgers, Royals and Saints to come to a stop.
          Higbe forgets Bragan is throwing him a ball. It clocks him
          in the chest.
          Reese and Stanky passing a medicine ball. 

                         REESE
          That's him, huh?

                         STANKY
          Take a wild guess.
          Flash bulbs go off in Jack's face. Questions like punches. 
          Shouts of ‘Jackie' and then... 

                         REPORTER ONE
          Jackie, do you think you can make
          it with these white boys?
          Jack looks off to where Smith watches, back to the reporter. 
          See the questions slow. He answers with measure. 

                         JACK
          Sure, I had no problem with white
          men in the service or at UCLA.

                         REPORTER TWO
          What'll you do if one of these
          pitchers throws at your head?

                         JACK 
          (thinks a beat) 
          I'll duck.
          That gets some laughs.

                         REPORTER THREE
          Jack, what's your natural position?

                         ROBINSON
          I've been playing shortstop.

                         REPORTER THREE
          Are you after Pee Wee Reese's job?

                         

                         

                         

                         

          GOLDENROD REV 5-9-12 27A.
          Jack looks over to where Reese watches with Stanky. 

                         JACK 
          Reese plays for Brooklyn. I'm 
          worried about making Montreal. 

                         REPORTER ONE
          Is this about politics?

                         JACK
          It's about getting paid.
          Jack doing beautifully. 
          Smith breathes a sigh of relief... 

                         

                         

                         

                         

          YELLOW REV 4-24-12 28.

          MANAGER CLAY HOPPER
          In a Montreal uniform, Hopper's too old to be a ballplayer.
          He stands with Dixie Walker the Dodger right fielder.

                         HOPPER

                         (MISSISSIPPI TWANG)
          Well, when Mr. Rickey picks one, he
          sure picks a black one.

                         WALKER
          He's fine with me, so long as you
          keep him up in Montreal.

                         HOPPER
          Here comes the old man to save him.
          They watch as Rickey pulls Jack from the press. He leads
          Jack directly toward Hopper. As Walker excuses himself...

                         WALKER
          Good luck, Hop...

                         RICKEY
          Clay, I'd like you to meet Jackie
          Robinson. Jackie, Clay Hopper,
          manager of the Montreal Royals.
          Hopper shakes his hand as they exchange greetings.

                         HOPPER
          We ain't doing much today. Just
          throwing the ball around and
          hitting a few. Why don't you toss
          a few with those fellas over there?

                         (CALLS OVER)
          Hey, Jorgensen!
          A kid in a Montreal uniform looks over. SPIDER JORGENSEN.

                         HOPPER
           Meet Jackie Robinson.

                          CUT TO:

          37 EXT. PARKING LOT - DODGER DAYTONA FACILITY - DAY 37 

          The end of the day. Buses leave by team, the Dodgers and the
          farm clubs. White faces look down as they pass a tired Jack,
          who walks through the lot toward Wendell Smith and his Buick.
          Higbe and Bragan call out from the door of the Dodger bus.

                         HIGBE
          Hey, Rook! Did you hear about the
          redneck shortstop?

                         

                         

                         

                         

          GOLDENROD REV 5-9-12 29.

                         BRAGAN
          He thought the last two words of
          the National Anthem were Play Ball!
          Jack forces a smile, but the joke comes off a bit harsh. And
          they seem like they're laughing at him as...

                         HIGBE
          How about the shortstop making all
          the errors, tried to kill himself
          by jumping out on the highway?

                         BRAGAN
          A bus just missed him. Drove right
          between his legs!
          As the bus passes by, Jack sees the impassive faces of Dixie
          Walker, Reiser, Stanky, Pee Wee Reese and finally 20-year-old
          Branca. Branca smiles, offers an awkward little wave.

                         SMITH
           Between his legs, good one. He 
           must've read a joke book. If he 
          can read. 
           Jack just gets in the car. Smith sighs, drum rolls the hood 
          of the Buick. 

                          SMITH 
           Hi, Wendell, how are you...? Well, 
           looks like I got a long drive to 
          Sanford.

                          CUT TO:

          38 EXT. PORCH - THE BROCK HOUSE - SANFORD - LATE AFTERNOON 38

          MR. BROCK comes out the screen door carrying a tray of tall
          drinks. He sets them on a table, watches and waits as Smith
          and Jack get out of the Buick, start up the steps.

          MR. BROCK
          Jackie, I'm Ray Brock. Welcome to
          Sanford Florida! The day belongs
          to decent minded people.
          They shake hands. Brock looks to Smith, obviously knows him.

          MR. BROCK
          Wendell, good to see you.

                         (TO JACK)
          My wife's inside cooking. You know
          what she asked me this morning?
          She asked me, what do you serve
          when a hero's coming for dinner?

                         

                         

                         

                         

          WHITE 3-14-12 30.
          Jack's humble, embarrassed, doesn't know what to say.

                         JACK
          I'm just a ballplayer, Mr. Brock.

          MR. BROCK
          Tell that to all the little colored
          boys playing baseball in Florida
          today. You're a hero to them.
          The look on Jack's face says that's a heavy burden.

          MR. BROCK (CONT'D)
          Sit down, have something to drink.
          My special rum and coke.

                         JACK
          No thank you, sir, I don't drink.

          MR. BROCK
          A ballplayer who doesn't drink?
          That's a new one on me.

                         SMITH
          I'll have one. I'm a stereotypical
          reporter through and through.

                         JACK
          Mr. Brock, do you have a desk? I'd
          like to get a letter to my wife.

          MR. BROCK
          Of course, this way.
           As Mr. Brock leads Jack ahead, Smith sips his drink.

                          CUT TO:

          39 EXT. PRACTICE DIAMOND - SANFORD - DAY 39

          Rickey and Montreal manager Hopper stand by the dugout
          watching a spring game versus St Paul. Jack's playing
          second. They watch him closely as they talk.

                         HOPPER
          He's getting by on a quick release,
          but his arm's too weak for short.
          Second base is his spot.

                         RICKEY
          I agree. And I'll state another
          obvious, Clay, I need the players
          to act like gentlemen around him.

                         HOPPER
          Uh huh.

                         

                         

                         

                         

          YELLOW REV 4-24-12 31.
          The MAN on first takes a lead.

                         RICKEY
          To treat him as they would any
          other teammate.

                         HOPPER
          Uh huh.

                         RICKEY
          To be natural, to impose no
          restrictions on themselves. To all
          work together in harmony.
          WHACK! The hit & run is on. The man on first runs on the
          pitch as a LOW LINE DRIVE shoots for the gap between 1st and
          2nd. Robinson turns himself inside out to dive on his belly
          and catch it before it hits the ground.
          He spins himself around, pivots on a knee to throw the runner
          out before he can get back to first.   Rickey is astounded.

                         RICKEY
          That was superhuman.

                         HOPPER

                         (CHUCKLING)
          Superhuman? Don't get carried
          away, Mr. Rickey, that's still a
          Nigger out there.
          Rickey takes a moment to process. It's Hopper's light
          admonishing tone that really halts him. Finally...

                         RICKEY
          Clay, I realize that attitude is
          part of your heritage; that you
          practically nursed race prejudice
          at your mother's breast, so I will
          let it pass. But I will add this:
          you can manage Robinson fairly and
          correctly or you can be unemployed.
          They both look over as Jack comes off the field toward them.

                         HOPPER
           Attaboy, Jackie! Way to turn two!

                          CUT TO:

          40 EXT. FRONT PORCH - THE BROCK HOUSE - SANFORD - NIGHT 40 

          Smith and Mr. Brock are sitting on the porch sipping rum and
          cokes. A quiet evening.

                         

                         

                         

                         

          DBL. BLUE REV 7-9-12 32.

          MR. BROCK
          I hope Jackie sleeps alright.
          Chasing baseballs in the sun all
          day, I'd be in my grave. How are
          they treating him out there?
          They watch as a CAR slows, parks across the street.

                         SMITH
          Okay as far as I can see.
          A MIDDLE-AGED WHITE MAN, LUTHER exits the car and starts 
          toward them.

          MR. BROCK

                         (FROWNS)
          You find good people every place
          you go. Even here in Florida...

                         LUTHER 

                         (STOPPING BELOW)
          Is he in there?

                         SMITH
          Who is it you're looking for?

                         LUTHER 
          Nigra ball player.
          The air suddenly alive with danger.

                         SMITH
          He's asleep. Maybe you better come
          back in the morning.

                         LUTHER 
          I ain't comin' back. Other fellas
          is comin'. They ain't too happy
          about him stayin' here in Sanford.
          Playin' ball with white boys.
          (a long beat)
          Skedaddle, that's what I'd do.
          If'n they get here, and he's still
          here, there's gonna be trouble.
          He turns and walks away. As they watch, a phone rings...

          RICKEY'S VOICE
           Yes, Wendell, what is it?

                          CUT TO:

          41 INT. HOTEL ROOM - DAYTONA BEACH - NIGHT 41

          Rickey in his pajamas in his hotel room. On the phone.

                         

                         

                         

                         

          YELLOW REV 4-24-12 33.

                         RICKEY
          I see... Yes, I understand. Wake
          him up and get him out of there.
          Put him in the car and start
          driving for Daytona Beach. Now.
          And, Wendell, under no circumstance
          tell him what this is about. I do
          not want him to get it in his head
          to stay there and fight.

                         CUT TO:

          42 INT. BEDROOM - MR. BROCK'S HOUSE - NIGHT 42

          Half dressed, Jack sits on the edge of his bed, feeling bad.
          Through his open door, across a hall, we can see Smith in his
          room. Passing in and out of view packing his own things.

                         JACK
          I was just getting loose.
          Smith sticks his head in the door.

                         SMITH
          Don't just sit there. Pack your
          duds. We're blowin'.
          A phone RINGS somewhere. They hear Brock answer, then:

          MR. BROCK'S VOICE
          Wendell?!
          Smith leaves the room. Hold on Jack, despair as he listens.

          SMITH'S VOICE
          Yes, Mr. Rickey, I'm with him
          now... We're pulling out for
          Daytona in five minutes, soon as he
          gets his bag packed... Yes, yes,
          it's just one of those things.
          ‘One of those things.' As Jack's head hangs a little lower.

                         CUT TO:

          43 INT./EXT. BUICK - MAIN STREET - SANFORD - NIGHT 43

          The street deserted, sidewalks rolled up. Jack angry and
          silent in the passenger seat. Smith jumpy behind the wheel.
          They stop as a PICK-UP stops ahead outside a BAR where:
          A DOZEN WHITE MEN in shirtsleeves exchange words with the 
          boys in the truck. To Jack it looks like a typical small
          town bull session. To Smith it looks like something else.

                         

                         

                         

                         

          GOLDENROD REV 5-9-12 34.
          The white men look over at the two black men. One steps
          over, motions: roll down the window. 

                         JACK 
          I wonder what he wants? 

                         SMITH 
          To run us out of town. 

                         JACK 
          What are you talking about? 
          The man close now. As Jack cranks down the window, Smith 
          floors it. The Buick SCREECHES away, SWERVING around a CAR 
          coming the other way.

                         JACK
          What the hell, Wendell?! 

                         SMITH 
          Man came by while you were asleep. 

                         (CHECKS MIRROR) 
          Told us more men were coming. Maybe 
          those boys. Mr. Rickey said to get 
          you to Daytona Beach a-s-a-p.

                         JACK
          Why didn't you say so? 

                         SMITH
          Mr. Rickey was afraid you wouldn't
          leave, that you would fight.
          As it becomes clear, Jack starts to LAUGH.

                         SMITH
          What the hell are you laughing at?

                         JACK
          I thought you woke me because I was
          cut from the team.
          Jack LAUGHS harder. Wendell LAUGHS as well. As it fades,
          Jack looks back over his shoulder. Jesus...

                         CUT TO:

          44 EXT. CITY ISLAND BALLPARK - DAYTONA BEACH - DAY 44

          A stadium SIGN boasts Brooklyn Dodgers vs. Montreal Royals.

                         

                         

                         

                         

          PINK REV 4-19-12 35.
          Daytona Beach's black community is turning out to see Jackie
          Robinson. Hundreds of people line up, mass at the: Colored
          Entrance. In their Sunday best. Families. Couples. The
          old. The frail. Young boys chase after each other. One
          MOTHER stands on her toes to spot her son.

                         MOTHER
          Ed! You stay where I can see you!
          13-year old ED CHARLES turns, waves his baseball glove over
          his head so she can see him. Then to no one in particular:

                         ED
          I'm thirteen years old.
           WHITE PEOPLE enter at several gates around them.

                          CUT TO:

          45 CLOSE ON BRANCH RICKEY - THE DODGER DUGOUT 45
          He sits watching as the segregated bleachers in right fill
          with BLACK FANS. All else is white. Rickey pops a PEANUT in
          his mouth, confides to someone alongside him we don't see.

                         RICKEY
          I've spoken to the mayor. I've
          explained how much money we'll
          spend in Daytona. But still, when
          this fine young Negro man steps on
          that field today, he and the
          Dodgers will technically be
          breaking the law. A law which says
          white and black players cannot
          enjoy the same field at the same
          time. Does that make sense to you?
          Does Jim Crow make any sense when
          placed against the words of the
          United States Constitution? When
          placed against the word of God?
          POP OUT to reveal he sits beside the DODGER BATBOY, so short
          his feet don't touch the ground. Rickey offers his peanut
          bag. As the batboy takes one...

                         RICKEY
          I'll tell you, it does not make
          sense to me.

                         CUT TO:

                         46 OMITTED 46 

                         

                         

                         

                         

           PINK REV 4-19-12 36.

                         47 OMITTED 47 

                         48 OMITTED 48 

          49 EXT. ON DECK CIRCLE - CITY ISLAND BALLPARK - DAY 49

          Jack swinging two bats to get loose. Watches as the Montreal
          BATTER hits a LINE DRIVE which -- Pee Wee Reese nearly leaps
          out of his socks to bring down. Wow...
          As the CROWD claps in appreciation, Jack takes a deep breath.

                         PA ANNOUNCER
          Now batting the second baseman --
          Jackie Robinson!
          Jack wincing as he steps forward to both cheers and boos from
          the white sections. As a ‘go home, coon' drifts over -- A
          BIG OVATION from the black section in right drowns it out.

          COLORED SECTION - RIGHT FIELD 
          Rachel sits with Smith. They react to some of the INVECTIVE 
          coming from the white section. 

                         RACHEL 
          Jack's got a thick skin. He'll be 
          okay. 

                         SMITH 
          How about you? 

                         RACHEL 

                         (SHRUGS) 
          I better get one in a hurry. 

                         INFIELD 
          Higbe watching from the mound as Jack steps into the batter's
          box. Two well wishing voices from the infield stands.

                         SPECTATOR ONE
          Come on, black boy, you can make
          the grade!

                         SPECTATOR TWO
          They're giving you a chance! Do
          something about it!
          Jack heartened at the words. Concentrates as Higbe's first
          pitch is fired. High and tight, Jack jerks out of the way.

                         

                         

                         

                         

          YELLOW REV 4-24-12 37.
          Bragan, behind the plate, chucks the ball back, grins up at
          Jack who does not look down at him as he settles back in.

                         ED CHARLES
          The 13-year-old holding his hands together in prayer.

                         ED
          Please, God, let Jackie show them
          what we can do.

                         HOME PLATE
          Here comes the next pitch. Even tighter. Jack nearly hit.

                         UMPIRE
          Ball two!
          Jack glaring, crowds the plate more. Bragan shows 1, taps
          his right thigh signalling outside. Jack watches it sail,
          doesn't bite. The umpire: “Ball Three!” Higbe's fun
          slipping away as he can't find the strike zone.

                         HIGBE
          Come on, Rook! Ain't you gonna
          swing at something?!
          Jack takes a practice swing, waits as Bragan sets up right
          over the plate. Here comes the pitch. Low. “Ball four!”

                         RACHEL & SMITH
          A big, over-reacting CHEER from the Colored section.

                         SMITH
          It's just a walk.

                         RACHEL
          Who can blame them?

                         HIGBE
          Looks ill-tempered over to first where Jack gives the same
          look back as he sidesteps an enormous, defiant lead off the
          bag. Higbe incredulous. Did he just do that?

                         DUROCHER

                         (FROM DUGOUT)
          Well throw over there for crying
          out loud!
          Higbe fires to LAVAGETTO at first. Jack dives back in time.

                          

                         

                         

                         

                         

          YELLOW REV 4-24-12 38.
          Higbe gets the ball back, settles. Jack takes a lead, but a 
          modest one this time. Here come the pitch -- And Jack goes.
          You knew he was fast; but not this fast. Bragan's throw to 
          Pee Wee is late and high. Pee Wee throws back to Higbe. 
          Higbe sets. Bragan gives him a sign. Jack takes a lead. On 
          the wind-up, Jack goes. Bragan stands -- it's a PITCH OUT. 
          Bragan fires to third and Jack is caught in a RUN DOWN. It 
          seems like half the team gets involved with Higbe finally 
          getting the ball by third and Jack ducking under the tag. 
          Safe! A BUZZ goes through the stadium now as people start to 
          realize they are not watching something or someone ordinary.

                         RICKEY
          Watching from a seat behind third.

                         RICKEY
          Thataway, Jackie! Thataway!

                         HIGBE & JACK
          Higbe looks home for the sign, Jack dancing off third, 
          pounding his right foot toward home. He feints hard home. 
          Higbe steps off the rubber. Jack stays where he is. 

                         HIGBE
          Hell! You're supposed to go back
          to third when I step off! Don't
          you know nothing?!
          He throws over. Jack back to the bag. Higbe gets the ball
          back, looks in. Jack bouncing, pounding off third. His 
          movements carry violence within them. Like a piston 
          exploding in an engine. 
          Higbe into his motion, stops his delivery, accidentally drops 
          the ball to the ground. The umpire signals BALK, points Jack
          home. Higbe is furious.

          ED CHARLES - IN THE COLORED SECTION
          CHEERING, joyous. His mother joins in, happy despite...

                         MOTHER
          I don't understand. What happened?

                         ED
          It's a balk, Mama. The pitcher
          can't start toward home and then
          stop. Jackie scores.

                         

                         

                         

                         

          GREEN REV 4-27-12 39.

                         MOTHER
          But he didn't do anything.

                         ED
          Oh, mama, yes he did, he
          discombobulated the man.

                         DUGOUT
          Durocher looks to Branca, impressed.

                         DUROCHER
          He didn't come to play; he came to
          kill.
          Durocher starts out to the mound to talk to Higbe.

                         DIXIE WALKER
          Watching from right field, the black crowd still cheering.
          He walks over toward the open bullpen where Casey stands.

                         WALKER
          This really how it's gonna be some
          day? Baseball?

                         CUT TO:

          50 EXT. SCOREBOARD - BALLFIELD - DAY 50

          Montreal vs. Indianapolis. THE STANDS are half filled. The
          COLORED SECTION is packed solid, accentuated by the many
          empty seats in the sections on either side of it.
          INSERT: De Land, Florida.
          No score, top of the first as -- Jack drops a BUNT down the
          line. The FIRST BASEMAN fields, throw to the SECOND BASEMAN
          covering. Too late. Only Jack doesn't stop.
          Realizing the SHORTSTOP isn't covering the bag, Jack bolts
          for second. The second baseman has to wait on the throw and
          when he makes it -- The UMPIRE signals safe. A bunt double!
          Spider Jorgensen settles in the batter's box. The pitch.
          Crack, Jorgensen laces a single to left.
          Jack motors to third where Sukeforth is WAVING him home.
          We're with him at hip level as he tears down the basepath.
          The CATCHER bracing for the throw - they COLLIDE - he's SAFE! 
          As Jack gets to his feet, however, a Jim Crow POLICEMAN steps
          up to meet him, grabs him by the shoulder.

                         POLICEMAN
          Git offa this field now!

                         

                         

                         

                         

          WHITE 3-14-12 40.

                         JACK
          What!? Why?

                         POLICEMAN
          It's against the law is why. No
          niggers don't play with no white
          boys. Git off or go to jail.
          Jack shrugs the policeman's hand off his shoulder. That
          sends him reaching for his nightstick and --
          Sukeforth is there to get between them.

                         JACK
          You swing that thing you better hit
          me between the eyes with it.

                         POLICEMAN
          Is that so?
          The CROWD BOOING. The black section especially.

                         HOPPER
          (arrives from dugout)
          Hey, hold on, what'd he do wrong?

                         POLICEMAN
          We ain't havin' Nigras mix with
          white boys in this town. Ya'll
          ain't up-states now; they gotta
          stay separate. Brooklyn Dodgers
          ain't changing our way of living.
          Where are you all from anyhow?

                         HOPPER
          Greenwood, Mississippi.

                         POLICEMAN
          Hell, man, you oughta know better.
          (a dangerous beat)
          Now tell your Nigra I said to git.
          You think I'm foolin'?
          Hopper looks desperately to Jack who just stands there.

          RACHEL'S VOICE
           What did you do?

                          CUT TO:

          51 EXT. STREET - DAYTONA BEACH - HARRIS NEIGHBORHOOD - DAY 51

          Jack and Rachel out walking. He's been telling the story.

                         

                         

                         

                         

          PINK REV 4-19-12 41.

                         JACK
          I said okay, Skipper, tell him...
          Ah'm a-gittin'. Sho'nuff, ah is.

                         RACHEL
          You didn't?

                         JACK
          I did. Then I took a long shower.
          We lost 2 to 1.
          She takes a few exaggerated steps to amuse him.

                         RACHEL
          Ah'm a-gittin', ah'm a gittin'.
          He laughs, takes her hand. He's going to kiss her.

                         JACK
          You're not getting away from me.

                         RACHEL

                         (LOOKING PAST)
          Jack...
          A white man bee-lines them from across the street, looks like
          a real CRACKER. Jack on guard, gets in front of Rachel.

                         JACK
          Get back, Rae. Go back.
          Cracker stops square across from him. Jack's fists balled.

                         CRACKER
          I want you to know something.

                         JACK
          Yeah, what's that?

                         CRACKER
          I want you to know I'm pulling for
          you to make good. And a lot of
          folks here feel the same way. If a
          man's got the goods, he deserves a
          fair chance. That's all.
          (tips his hat)
          Ma'am.
           As Cracker walks away... Rachel takes Jack's hand.

                          CUT TO:

                         52 OMITTED 52 

                         

                         

                         

                         

           YELLOW REV 4-24-12 41A.

          52A EXT. PLAYING FIELD - DODGER DAYTONA FACILITY - DAY 52A 

          Rickey leans against his car watching a GROUNDSKEEPER push
          mow the infield grass. Jack, in street clothes, joins him.

                         JACK
          You wanted to see me, Mr. Rickey?
          Rickey nods, consider the field a moment.

                         RICKEY
          Bermuda grass grows so well here.
          I wish we could get it to grow like
          this in Brooklyn.

                         JACK
          I like the way it smells when they
          mow it.

                         

                         

                         

                         

          PINK REV 4-19-12 42.

                         RICKEY
          Me, too. 
          Rickey consider the field a moment, then Jack. 

                         RICKEY
          Jackie, it's my pleasure to tell
          you that you've earned a spot on
          the Montreal Royals. When they
          head north Tuesday for opening day
          against Jersey City, you'll be on
          the train.
          Jack trying to hold down his excitement.

                         JACK
          I won't let you down.

                         RICKEY
          I know that.

                         JACK
          If you don't mind, I've got to go
          tell my wife.

                         RICKEY
          Give her my regards.
          Jack about to head off when he looks back..

                         JACK
          Why are you doing this, Mr. Rickey?

                         RICKEY
          I'm an opportunist. With you and
          the Negro players I hope to bring
          up next year I'll put together a
          team that can win the World Series.
          And the World Series means money.
          Jack studies him a beat, not quite buying it.

                         RICKEY
          Don't you believe that?

                         JACK
          I don't think what I believe is
          important. Only what I do.

                         RICKEY
          Agreed. Therefore, run the bases 
          like the Devil himself.

                         (MORE)

                         

                         

                         

                         

          GREEN REV 4-27-12 43.

                         RICKEY (CONT'D)
          Worry those pitchers so they come
          apart. Sometimes they'll catch
          you, but don't worry about that.
          Ty Cobb got caught plenty. Just
          run as you see fit. Put the
          natural fear of God into them.

                         CUT TO:

          53 EXT. DAYTONA BEACH TRAIN STATION - DAY 53

          Ed Charles and his TWO FRIENDS follow Jack and the Montreal
          PLAYERS as they walk toward the TRAIN waiting on the tracks.
          Jack is one of the last to board. He's almost through the
          door when something stops him. He looks back at Ed.
          A beat. Ed slowly raises his hand and waves. Jack smiles,
          does the same, then disappears inside. The WHISTLE blows and
          the train starts out of the station. On impulse Ed starts to
          trot out after it. Staying close. His friends follow.

                         TRAIN TRACKS
          The train picks up speed. The boys start to run. Arms
          pumping, feet flying. One boy drops off. Then the other.
          But Ed still runs. Chasing after that train carrying Jackie
          Robinson. Finally, he stops, heaving for breath, watching
          the train disappear around the bend. A lonely beat. Then --
          Ed gets down on his hands and knees. He sets his ear on the
          rail, closes his eyes. A thrum comes off the rail. A huge
          smile spreads. He straightens, shouts back to his friends:

                         ED

          I CAN STILL HEAR HIM!
           From somewhere, as the National Anthem ends...

                          CUT TO:

          54 EXT. ROOSEVELT STADIUM - DAY 54

           INSERT: April 18, 1946 - Roosevelt Stadium, Jersey City.
           Opening day of the International League Season.
           A COLOR GUARD march away to REVEAL: 

           HOME PLATE UMPIRE

           PLAY BALL!
          30,000 FANS pack a stadium built for 24,500. Bunting and
          flags everywhere. 1000s of black fans are here (segregated
          only financially in New Jersey).

                         CUT TO:

                         

                         

                         

                         

           WHITE 3-14-12 44.

          55 EXT. HOME PLATE - ROOSEVELT STADIUM - DAY 55

          Jack steps up to some BOOING, but much more APPLAUSE. He
          looks ready to beat the world.
          INSERT: First inning.

                         CROWD VOICE
          Come on, Jackie, this fella can't
          pitch!
          Speaking of the pitch, here it comes. Jack tops a WEAK
          GROUNDER to short. As he's thrown out by a mile...

          56 WENDELL SMITH & RACHEL 56
          Sitting up off third. His knees knocked together to hold his
          TYPEWRITER on his lap. Nothing to write about there. He
          looks over at Rachel who puts her hand over her mouth.

                         SMITH
          You okay?

                         RACHEL
          I think I might be sick.

                         (STANDING)
          Excuse me, Wendell.
          He watches as she starts out, looks to the field.

                         SMITH
          I'd be sick at a swing like that,
          too.

                         CUT TO:

          57 INT. REST ROOM STALL - ROOSEVELT STADIUM - DAY 57

          Rachel exits looking stricken. She steps over, splashes a
          little water from the sink up into her face. An OLDER BLACK
          WOMAN watches sympathetically.

                         OLDER WOMAN
          Are you alright, honey?

                         RACHEL
          I'm sick. I don't know why.
          The older woman rolls off a piece of paper towel for her.

          RACHEL (CONT'D)
          Thank you.

                         OLDER WOMAN
          When did you have your monthly
          last?

                         

                         

                         

                         

          WHITE 3-14-12 45.
          Rachel looks over, taken aback. But then...

                         RACHEL
          I'm late.

                         OLDER WOMAN
          It may be that you're pregnant.
          The older woman offers a little smile, leaves her there.
          INSERT: Third Inning.

          P.A. ANNOUNCER

                         (ECHOING)
           Now batting. Jackie Robinson.

                          CUT TO:

                         58 HOME PLATE 58
          Jack steps up to bat. The JERSEY CITY GIANT PITCHER looks to
          the Montreal RUNNER at first, glances over his shoulder at
          the Montreal RUNNER at second, then focuses on home.

                         59 SMITH 59
          His hands resting on the top of his typewriter.

                         SMITH
          Come on, Jackie. Come on, batter.

                         60 RACHEL 60
          Emerging up the runway. The field opening up before her.
          There's Jack standing down there. The sight of him settles
          her. As she puts a hand gently over her belly...

                         61 THE PITCHER 61
          Grimaces for something extra as he fires a high fastball --
          Jack UNLOADS. All heads turn to watch it sail -- high into
          the left field bleachers, banging hard off the scoreboard.

                         62 SMITH 62
          Nearly drops his typewriter, pushes his hat back as he
          watches Jack start his home run trot. Smith laughs. Joy.

                         63 DUGOUT 63
          Hopper can't believe his eyes. Softly to himself:

                         HOPPER
          I'll be damned...

                         

                         

                         

                         

           WHITE 3-14-12 46.

          64 WE'RE WITH JACK 64
          As he runs the base paths. Over it, a TYPEWRITER CLATTERS.

          SMITH (O.S.)
          Robinson jogged around the bases,
          his heart singing...
          The crowd loves it as he continues toward third where
          Sukeforth is clapping for all he's worth.

          SMITH (O.S.) (CONT'D)
          And our own hearts beat just a bit
          faster, and the thrill ran through
          us like champagne bubbles...

          65 CLOSE ON RACHEL 65
           Watching him head for home, shaking hands with the two men he
           batted in. Pride & joy in her eyes.

                          RACHEL
           Oh, Jack... Oh Jack...

                          CUT TO:

          66 CLOSE ON RACHEL 66
          Suddenly in pain, face beaded in sweat.

                         RACHEL
          Jack! Jack!
          INSERT: November 18, 1946. Pasadena, California.
          She is in labor and we are in Huntington Memorial Hospital.
          A CRY. The DOCTOR holds up a slick, wailing NEWBORN.

                         DOCTOR
          It's a boy.
           As Rachel holds out her arms for him...

                          CUT TO:

          67 INT. HALLWAY - MATERNITY WARD - PASADENA - NIGHT 67

          Jack at the glass looking at JACKIE JR. Jack's eyes shine as
          he regards his infant son. It's quiet. Jack's voice soft.

                         JACK
          My daddy left. He left us flat in
          Cairo, Georgia. I was only six
          months older than you are now. I
          don't remember him. Nothing good,
          nothing bad. Nothing.

                         (MORE)

                         

                         

                         

                         

          YELLOW REV 4-24-12 47.

                         JACK (CONT'D)

                         (A BEAT)
          But you're going to remember me.
          And I am going to be with you until
          the day I die.
           The stakes just got raised...

                          CUT TO:

          68 INT. YMCA GYMNASIUM - DAY 68 

          THIRTY prominent BROOKLYN NEGRO leaders, representing a cross
          section of civic responsibility, sit on folding chairs before
          a dais where HERBERT MILLER making an introduction.

                         MILLER
          As all of us know a young Negro
          second baseman played north of the
          border last season...
          INSERT: Brooklyn YMCA. February 5, 1947.
          In back: TWO DEACONS in the back whisper over a SPORTS PAGE.

                         DEACON ONE
          Look here what he did.

                         (READS)
          Led the International League in
          batting: .349, in stolen bases: 40,
          runs scored: 113. Plus batted .400
          in the Minor League World Series.

                         DEACON TWO
          Last season doesn't matter. The
          International League, it doesn't
          matter. What matters is this year.
          What matters is Brooklyn.

                         DEACON ONE
          Shhh... Here he comes.
          As Herbert Miller introduces...

                         MILLER
          I present the general manager of
          the Brooklyn Dodger baseball club,
          Mr. Branch Rickey!
          Warm APPLAUSE as Rickey steps up. As it settles...

                         RICKEY
          Good evening. I have something
          very important to talk with you
          about tonight. Something that will
          require courage from all of us.

                         (A BEAT)

                         (MORE)

                         

                         

                         

                         

          PINK REV 4-19-12 47A.

                         RICKEY (CONT'D)
          I have a ballplayer on my Montreal
          team named Jackie Robinson.
          The start of applause. Rickey motions for it to stop.

                         

                         

                         

                         

          YELLOW REV 4-24-12 48.

                         RICKEY
          He may stay there or he may be
          brought to Brooklyn. But if Jackie
          does come up to the Dodgers, the
          biggest threat to his success, the
          one enemy most likely to ruin that
          success, is the Negro people
          themselves!
          There is shocked silence in the room. Rickey notices a group 
          of KIDS watching from a raised running track, soldiers on: 

                         RICKEY
          I say it as cruelly as I can to
          make you all realize the weight of
          responsibility that is not only on
          myself and the Dodgers, but on
          Negroes everywhere. For on the day
          Jackie enters the National League,
          if he does, I have no doubt every
          one of you will form parades and
          welcoming committees. You'll
          strut. You'll wear badges. You'll
          hold Jackie Robinson days and
          Jackie Robinson nights. You'll get
          drunk, fight and be arrested.
          This is too much. People are slackjawed. Rickey powers on.

                         RICKEY
          You'll wine and dine him until he
          is fat and futile. You'll
          symbolize his importance into a
          national comedy and yes, a tragedy!
          So let me tell you this!
          (pounds his fist)
          If any group or segment of Negro
          society uses the advancement of
          Jackie Robinson in baseball as a
          triumph of race over race, I will
          regret the day I ever signed him to
          a contract, and I will personally
          see that baseball is never so
          abused and misrepresented again!
          Is he done? An embarrassed smattering of applause. Mostly
          shock and stares. As Rickey stands there uncomfortably...

                         CUT TO:

          69 INT. HALLWAY - YMCA - DAY 69 

          Rickey stands waiting; giving that speech has worn him out.
          The door opens and Miller looks in on him.

                         

                         

                         

                         

          WHITE 3-14-12 49.

                         MILLER
          I question your bedside manner, Mr.
          Rickey, but they've agreed to set
          up a committee of self-policing.
          We'll call it the 'Don't Spoil
          Jackie's Chances' campaign.

                         RICKEY
           Thank you, Mr. Miller. I'm sorry;
           the spotlight will be on us all.

                          CUT TO:

          70 INT. BEDROOM - BEVERLY HILLS HOTEL SUITE - NIGHT 70

          The silhouette of stately palms through the window. A PHONE
          RINGS. A figure fumbles through silk sheets for the
          receiver. It's LEO DUROCHER, a WOMEN in bed alongside him.
          INSERT: Beverly Hills. February 16, 1947.

                         DUROCHER
          Yeah?

          RICKEY'S VOICE
          Hello, Leo, what are you doing?

                         DUROCHER
          I'm bowling. Wait, I'm snowshoeing
          in the Alps. I'm trying to sleep,
          Mr. Rickey. It's still dark out.

                         CUT TO:

          71 INT. BRANCH RICKEY'S OFFICE - EARLY MORNING 71

          It's very early in New York. Rickey on the phone.

                         RICKEY
          Another spring training is upon us.
          In Panama. I need to know your
          attitude toward Jackie Robinson.

          72 INTERCUT THE FOLLOWING: 72

                         DUROCHER
          I don't got an attitude toward him.
          The girl rolls over to look at him. She is the actress
          LORRAINE DAY and she is stunning. As Durocher regards her...

                         RICKEY
          Eight times in the Bible we're told
          to love our neighbor. It's one of
          God's most repeated commands.

                         

                         

                         

                         

          PINK REV 4-19-12 50.
          She puts her hands on him. (Durocher addressing Rickey.) 

                         LORRAINE 

                         (SOFTLY) 
          Hi... 

                         DUROCHER
          I don't know much about the Bible. 

                         LORRAINE 
          Me neither... 

                         DUROCHER 
          But I didn't go to school just to 
          eat my lunch either. I'll play an
          elephant if he can help us win. To 
          make room for him, I'll send my own
          brother home if he's not as good.

                         LORRAINE 
          (in his ear) 
          What are you going to do with me? 

                         DUROCHER 
          We're playing for money, Mr.
          Rickey. Winning's the only thing
          that matters. Is he a nice guy?

                         RICKEY
          If by nice you mean soft, no, not
          particularly.

                         DUROCHER
          Good. He can't afford to be. Nice
          guys finish last.

                         LORRAINE 
          What about nice girls? 
          She starts to kiss him. It's hard to concentrate.

                         RICKEY
          So you have no objections to him?

                         DUROCHER
          None whatsoever. Can I go back to
          sleep now?

                         RICKEY
          Yes. Oh -- and Leo?

                         DUROCHER
          What?

                         

                         

                         

                         

          PINK REV 4-19-12 50A.

                         RICKEY
          The Bible says a thing or two about
          adultery as well.

                         DUROCHER
          I'm sure it's got a lot to say
          about a lot. Good night.
          Durocher hangs up the phone, looks to her. 

                         DUROCHER 
          What am I gonna do with you? 

                         LORRAINE 
          Leo, I thought you knew... 
          As she kisses him... 

                         CUT TO:

          73 EXT. PEPPER STREET - PASADENA - DAY 73

          Jack stands out front kissing Jackie Jr. good-bye as a CABBIE
          muscles his LUGGAGE down the walkway to a waiting TAXI. Jack
          kisses Mallie and hands off the baby. Mallie carries the boy
          inside leaving Jack and Rachel alone to say goodbye.

                         

                         

                         

                         

          BLUE REV 4-07-12 51.

                         RACHEL
          Promise me you'll write.

                         JACK
          When did I ever not write?

                         RACHEL
          I want you to know I'm there for
          you. Even if it's words on paper.
          He's sees she's raw, takes her in his arms with the baby.

                         JACK
          Rae, you're in my heart.
          She sighs, rests her head on his shoulder.

                         RACHEL
          You're getting close now. The
          closer you get, the worse they'll
          be. Don't let them get to you.

                         JACK
          I will not. God built me to last.
          He kisses her. She kisses him back.

                         RACHEL
          See you in Brooklyn in eight weeks.

                         JACK
          It might be Montreal.
          A certainty grips her. She passes it on to him. 

                         RACHEL
          It's going to be Brooklyn. I know
          it is.
          Power in her words. He nods, looks off toward the taxi.

                          JACK 
           I've got to go, Rae. 
           She nods. They kiss, embrace a last time. He starts away 
           down the walk. She watches. Something not quite right. 
           A tug as Jack stops, looks back at her. Fighting back her 
           emotion and then impelled forward, she runs to him. They 
           come together. She practically disappears in his arms. They 
          do not want to be apart. 

                          CUT TO: 

                         

                         

                         

                         

           WHITE 3-14-12 52.

          74 INT. DINING ROOM - THE TIVOLI HOTEL - DAY 74

          Durocher eats heartily. Rickey's food is untouched.

                         DUROCHER
          It's a pipe dream, Mr. Rickey.

                         RICKEY
          Pipe dream? What do you mean by
          pipe dream?
          INSERT: Panama City, Panama. March 18, 1947.

                         DUROCHER
          I mean it ain't gonna happen. The
          Dodgers are never gonna demand
          Robinson be brought up from
          Montreal. Ball players are
          conservative.

                         RICKEY
          A team full of tough war veterans?
          Immigrants' sons? Boys from
          impoverished parts of the country?

                         DUROCHER
          It - ain't - gonna - happen.

                         RICKEY
          You really believe they won't
          accept him? Once they see how he
          plays, how he can help them win.

                         DUROCHER
          I'm not saying they won't accept
          him: I'm saying they won't ask for
          him. I'm saying Robinson's good
          medicine, but they're not gonna
          like the taste. I'm saying bend
          over, boys, and get ready, this one
          might hurt a little.

                         (ANOTHER FORKFUL)
           Boy, this is good fish.

                          CUT TO:

          75 KIRBY HIGBE - IN HIS TIVOLI HOTEL ROOM 75
          As Higbe (South Carolina) finishes WRITING something on a
          piece of hotel STATIONARY, Bragan (Alabama) looks to Dixie
          Walker (Alabama) and Dodger pitcher HUGH CASEY (Georgia).

                         BRAGAN
          Why do you think Rickey's got us
          playing spring games in Panama?

                         (MORE)

                         

                         

                         

                         

          BLUE REV 4-07-12 53.

                         BRAGAN (CONT'D)
          He wants to get us used to Negro
          crowds. He wants more of them than
          us. He's hoping it'll get us more
          comfortable being around Robinson.
          Higbe clears his throat, reads what he's written:

                         HIGBE
          We, the undersigned Brooklyn
          Dodgers will not play ball on the
          same field as Jackie Robinson.
          Higbe signs it. He hands the pen to Bragan who adds his own
          name. Casey signs with a flourish. Casey holds out the pen
          to Walker who doesn't take it right away. An odd beat.

                         CASEY
          If you wanna make your mark, Dixie,
          we can witness it.
           Everyone laughs; it loosens Walker up enough to sign.

                          CUT TO:

          76 HOTEL ROOM DOOR 76
          Higbe KNOCKS as Casey, Bragan and Walker crowd behind him.

          STANKY'S VOICE
          C'mon in!

          STANKY'S ROOM
          The boys enter. Eddie Stanky sits in a chair stripped to the
          waist, soaking his right elbow in a BUCKET OF ICE.

                         STANKY
          What's goin' on?

                         HIGBE
          Got a petition goin' on, Stank.

                         BRAGAN 
          To keep Robinson up in Montreal
          where he belongs.

                         STANKY
          Oh... Did Pee Wee sign it?

                         HIGBE
          Ain't asked him yet. What
          difference does it make?

                         STANKY
          None, just wonderin'.

                         

                         

                         

                         

           BLUE REV 4-07-12 54.
           Stanky looks to Walker who looks away.

           STANKY (CONT'D)
           (re: his right arm)
           Can't sign now. I'm indisposed.
           Could I catch up with you later?

                          CUT TO:

          77 PEE WEE REESE 77
          Standing in the door to his room. Looking out at the glum
          faces of Higbe, Bragan, Casey and Walker.

                         REESE
          Look, it's like this. I got a
          wife, a baby, and I got no money.
          I don't want to step in anything.

                         (TO WALKER)
          Skip me, Dix, I'm not interested.

                         WALKER
          What if they put him at shortstop?

                         REESE

                         (SHRUGS)
          If he's man enough to take my job,
          I suppose he deserves it.

                         HIGBE
          (laughs out loud)
          The hell he does!

                         WALKER
          He does not have the ice water in
          his veins for big league baseball.

                          REESE 
           So let him show what he's got.
           Robinson can play or he can't.
           It'll all take care of itself.

                          CUT TO:

                         78 CARL FURILLO 78
          The very son of immigrants Rickey was talking about. From
          Pennsylvania no less.

                         FURILLO
          Give me the pen.
          Higbe grins, hands it over. As Furillo signs...

                         CUT TO:

                         

                         

                         

                         

           TAN REV 6-25-12 55.

          79 INT. LEO DUROCHER'S ROOM - THE TIVOLI HOTEL - NIGHT 79

          Durocher lays staring up at the palm shadows on the ceiling.
          Finally, the phone rings. He answers.

                         DUROCHER
          Yes, Mr. Rickey. 

          RICKEY'S VOICE
          Have our friends in the press gone
          to sleep yet?

                         DUROCHER
          We are the only people awake on 
          this entire isthmus, Mr. Rickey. 

          RICKEY'S VOICE
          A deliberate violation of the law,
          needs a little show of force. I
          leave it to you. Good night, Leo. 

                         DUROCHER 
          Yes, Mr. Rickey. 

                         CUT TO:

          80 INT. HOTEL KITCHEN - NIGHT 80

          Deserted. Durocher stands in a hotel bathrobe, arms crossed
          as his PLAYERS and COACHES file in. Bleary-eyed, half-
          dressed, they're all here, all wondering what this is about.
          Suddenly, Durocher grabs the handle of an industrial-sized
          SOUP POT and heaves it across the room. BRWANG-RANG-RANG!

                         DUROCHER
          Wake up, ladies! Wake the Hell up!
          (a stunned beat)
          It's come to my attention that some
          of you fellas don't want to play
          with Robinson. That you even got a
          petition drawn up that you're all
          gonna sign. Well boys, you know
          what you can do with your petition?

          YOU CAN WIPE YOUR ASSES WITH IT!

                         WALKER
          C'mon, Leo...

                         DUROCHER
          Come on what?!

                         

                         

                         

                         

          TAN REV 6-25-12 55A.

                         WALKER
          Ball players gotta live together,
          shower together, it's not right to
          force him on us. Besides, I own a
          hardware store back home and I --

                         

                         

                         

                         

          PINK REV 4-19-12 56.

                         DUROCHER
          Screw your hardware store, Dix!
          And if you don't like it, screw
          you! Mr. Rickey'll be happy to
          make other arrangements for you.
          Durocher suddenly marches to Higbe, looks like he's going to
          belt him. As Higbe gulps, Durocher turns to the team.

                         DUROCHER
          I don't care if he's yellow or
          black or has stripes like a zebra,
          if Robinson can help us win, and
          everything I've seen says he can,
          then he's gonna play on this ball
          club. Like it, lump it, make your
          mind up to it because he's coming!
          And think about this when your
          heads hit the pillow, he's only the
          first, boys, only the first. More
          are coming right behind him. They
          have talent and they wanna play!
          He lets that sink a moment.

                         DUROCHER
          Yes, sir, they're gonna come diving
          and scratching. So I'd forget your
          petition and worry about the field.
          Because unless you fellas pay a
          little more attention to your work,
          they are going to run you right out
          of the ball park! A petition?
          (looks them over)
          Are you ballplayers or lawyers?
           As he marches past them and through the doors...

                          CUT TO:

                         81 OMITTED 81 

                         82 OMITTED 82 

                         

                         

                         

                         

           PINK REV 4-19-12 57.

                         83 OMITTED 83 

          84 EXT./INT. DUGOUT - PANAMA PRACTICE FIELD - DAY 84 

           Jack in his Montreal uniform headed off the field for the 
           dugout. Sukeforth headed over wearing Dodger blue. 

                          SUKEFORTH 
           Robinson! 
           As Jack turns, Sukeforth tosses him a FIRST BASEMAN'S GLOVE. 

                          JACK 
          What do you want me to do with
          this?

                         SUKEFORTH
          Play first base.

                         JACK 
          I've never played first base in my 
          life, Coach. 

                         SUKEFORTH
          Well, it's like this. Brooklyn's 
          got a solid second baseman. And 
          they got Pee Wee Reese at short. 
          But first base is up for grabs.
          Are you catching my drift?

                         JACK 

                         (NODS) 
          Yeah. I don't need a glove to do 
          that. 

                         CUT TO:

                         

                         

                         

                         

           YELLOW REV 4-24-12 58.

                         85 OMITTED 85

          86 JACK - PRACTICE FIELD 86
           Coach Sukeforth, getting balls from a bucket, hitting
           grounders down to Jack at first. The short hops are wicked.
           Jack rolls his catches over to a little PANAMANIAN KID who 
           chucks them down to his brother who tosses them back to 
           Sukeforth. As Jack struggles... 

                          PANAMANIAN KID 
           El es muy malo. 

                         SUKEFORTH
          Mr. Rickey said he wants you
          playing conspicuous baseball!

                         (WHACK)
          To be so good the Dodgers'll demand
          you on the team!

                         (WHACK)
          So I thought about it awhile and
          then I looked up conspicuous in the
          dictionary.

                         (WHACK)
          It means to attract notice or
          attention.
          Jack dives, spears a liner. Sukeforth tilts back his cap.

                         SUKEFORTH
           Conspicuous.

                          CUT TO:

                         87 OMITTED 87

                         

                         

                         

                         

           PINK REV 4-19-12 59.

                         88 OMITTED 88 

          89 INT. RICKEY'S OFFICE - THE TIVOLI HOTEL - DAY 89 

          Bobby Bragan sits across from Rickey looking defiant.

                         RICKEY
          Bragan, most of your teammates have
          recanted on this petition nonsense.
          Are you really here to tell me you
          don't want to play with Robinson?

                         BRAGAN
          Yes, Sir. My friends back in
          Birmingham would never forgive me.

                         RICKEY
          And your friends here in Brooklyn?
          (Bragan just shrugs)
          Then I will accommodate you. If
          you give me your word that you will
          try your very best for this team
          until I can work out a trade.
          That gets Bragan's goat. He jumps up, really mad.

                         BRAGAN
          Do you think I would quit on
          anyone?! I don't quit.

                         RICKEY
          Only on yourself apparently. You
          can go, Bragan.

                         CUT TO:

          89A SECOND BASE - PANAMA - DAY 89A 
           Time slowed way down as Jack takes a throw at second from the 
           Montreal shortstop. He pivots to turn the double-play even 
           as Dixie Walker barrels in low. 
           All Jackie's focus on the task at hand as he throws while 
           Walker submarines him. He lands in a heap tangled up 
           together. They both look back to see the result of the play. 
           As Robinson smiles and Walker scowls, we know... 

           RICKEY'S VOICE 
           Send Dixie in. 

                          CUT TO: 

                         

                         

                         

                         

           BLUE REV 4-07-12 60.

                         90 DIXIE WALKER 90 
          Sitting down across from Rickey.

                         RICKEY
          I received your letter, Dixie.

                         (READS)
          Recently, the thought has occurred
          to me that a change of ball clubs
          would benefit both the Brooklyn
          Baseball Club and myself.

                         (TO WALKER)
          This is about Robinson?

                         WALKER
          I'm keeping my reasons private.
          Hope you can respect that, sir.

                         RICKEY
          I realize, Dixie, that you have a
          Southern upbringing, that you would
          have to subordinate your feelings
          for the welfare of this venture. I
          for one would deeply appreciate it.
          I think we can all learn something.

                         WALKER
          What I have, Mr. Rickey, is a
          hardware store back home. It's
          called Dixie Walker's. Folks don't
          come because I have the lowest
          prices, they come because it's
          called Dixie Walker's. Understand?
          And I make as much money owning
          that store as I do playing for you.

                         RICKEY
          Is that what you're you afraid of?
          (he doesn't answer)
          Bragan's a third-stringer, but you
          bat clean-up. You're popular in
          Brooklyn. Children look up to you!

                         WALKER
          You got my letter; can I go?

                         RICKEY
          I'll start looking for a trade or a
          sale. But it won't happen until I
          get value in return. Until then I
          expect you to drive in runs.

                         WALKER 
          I always have. That's my job. 

                          CUT TO: 

                         

                         

                         

                         

           GOLDENROD REV 5-9-12 61.

          91 EXT. PENN STATION - NIGHT 91

          INSERT: Manhattan. April 8, 1947.
          Jack exits with his luggage. Looking for a cab, he sees
          Smith waiting. Smith offers a salute. Jack looks grumpy as
          he steps over. The Buick waiting beyond.

                         JACK
          You again.
          Smith leans back, blinks.

                         SMITH
          That's right. Me again. Something
          wrong with that, Jack?

                         JACK
          Come on.
           Jack continues past. As Smith follows...

                          CUT TO:

          92 INT. SMITH'S BUICK - 34TH STREET - NIGHT 92

          Traffic heavy. A glum silence in the car until...

                         SMITH
          They can't keep you on Montreal for
          long. After these exhibition
          games, they've got to bring you up.

                         (NO REPLY)
          You don't have two words to rub
          together, do you?

                         JACK
          Do I have to entertain you?
          More silence, then...

                         SMITH
          You ever wonder why I sit out in
          right field with my typewriter on
          my knees? Does that ever cross
          your mind?
          Jack stares out the passenger window, not in the mood. As he
          looks up at some of the taller buildings they pass...

                         SMITH
          It's because Negro reporters aren't
          allowed in the press box.
          Jack doesn't answer, doesn't look over. Finally Smith starts 
          talking to himself. Pretending to be Jack. 

                         

                         

                         

                         

          GOLDENROD REV 5-9-12 62.

          SMITH ‘AS JACK' 
          You know, Wendell, I never asked
          you where you were from?

                         SMITH
          Why I'm from Detroit, Jack.

          SMITH ‘AS JACK'
          You don't say? Tell me more.

                         SMITH
          My daddy used to work at Fair Lane.
          That was Mr. Ford's estate. My
          daddy was Mr. Henry Ford's cook.

          SMITH ‘AS JACK'
          I did not know that.

                         SMITH
          Cooked for him for years, but never
          once broke bread with him. I'd go
          to work with daddy sometimes. Play
          baseball out on the lawn with Mr.
          Ford's grandchildren. We all had a
          real good time. But it was
          understood, if they got tired of
          playing ball and moved inside to
          the bowling alley or swimming pool,
          I was not invited or allowed. The
          grass was as far as I got. So
          guess what? You're not the only
          one with something at stake here.

                         JACK
          (after a beat)
          If I start talking, will you stop?

                         SMITH
          I'd be happy to.
          Smith stops at a red light. 

                         JACK
          I apologize. You've been there for
          me through this more than anyone
          besides Rae and Mr. Rickey. But I
          guess that's what bothers me.

                         SMITH
          How do you mean?

                         JACK
          I don't like needing someone to be
          there for me. I don't like needing
          anyone but myself. I never have.

                         

                         

                         

                         

          GOLDENROD REV 5-9-12 63.

                         SMITH
          You are a hard case, Jack Robinson.
          Is it okay if I keep driving you or
          should I let you out so you can
          walk?
          Jack bursts out laughing. So does Smith. 

                         JACK 
          You remember the last time we were 
          at a red light? Down in Florida? 

                         SMITH 
          New York City now, baby. We've 
          come a long way. 

                         JACK 
          And we got a long way to go. 
          The light turns green. Off they go. 

                         CUT TO:

          93 INT. BRANCH RICKEY'S OFFICE - BROOKLYN - DAY 93

          Rickey reads to Parrott from the New York Sun.

                         RICKEY
          Branch Rickey cannot afford to
          upset team chemistry and so the
          only thing keeping Robinson off the
          Dodgers now, plainly, is the
          attitude of the players.
          INSERT: Brooklyn. April 9, 1947.

                         RICKEY
          If it softens at the sight of
          Jackie's skills, he'll join the
          club some time between April 10 and
          April 15. Otherwise, Robinson will
          spend the year back in Montreal.
          (throws paper down)
          For the love of Pete, he batted
          .625 in the exhibition games
          against them, us, them -- Against
          us! Judas Priest!
          Rickey flummoxed as the phone RINGS from the outer office.

                         PARROTT
          Maybe you could have Durocher hold
          a press conference. Demand that he
          get Robinson on his team.

                         

                         

                         

                         

          GOLDENROD REV 5-9-12 63A.

                         RICKEY
          Durocher. Of course, he's my ace
          in the hole. Very good, Harold.
          The phone still rings. Rickey looks to his open door.

                         RICKEY
          Jane Ann! Are you out there?
          Grumbling, brambly eyebrows twitching, he makes the mistake
          of answering his own phone.

                         

                         

                         

                         

          WHITE 3-14-12 64.

          RICKEY (CONT'D)
          Branch Rickey... You're speaking
          to him... The Commissioner of
          what..? Oh, yes put him on.
          (looks to Parrott)
           The commissioner of baseball.

                          CUT TO:

          94 INT. COMMISSIONER'S OFFICE - DAY 94

          HAPPY CHANDLER gets a manicure. Always jovial, a head like
          an anvil with hair parted in the middle, he picks up a phone.

                         HAPPY
          Branch, how are you?

          INTERCUT THE FOLLOWING:

                         RICKEY
          Fine. What can I do for you, Happy?

                         HAPPY
          Branch, how would you feel about
          losing Durocher for a year?
          Rickey switches the phone from one ear to the other.

                         RICKEY
          I'm sorry, Happy, I thought you
          said lose Durocher for a year.

                         HAPPY
          Yes. He was seen in Havana with
          known gamblers.

                         RICKEY
          Anyone who sets foot in Havana is
          seen with known gamblers.

                         HAPPY
          It's not just one thing, it's an
          accumulation. I received notice
          today from the Catholic Youth
          Organization. Vowing a ban on
          baseball unless Durocher is
          punished for his moral looseness.

                         RICKEY
          You're joking.

                         HAPPY
          It's this business with the actress
          in California. She's recently
          divorced and Durocher is the cause.
          They may even be illegally married.

                         

                         

                         

                         

          PINK REV 4-19-12 65.

                         RICKEY
          Now I'm sure you're joking.
          Happy checks his nails, returns his hand to the MANICURIST.

                         HAPPY
          I wish I were. The CYO buy a lot
          of tickets, Branch. They draw a
          lot of water and I can't afford to
          ruffle their feathers. Am I mixing
          metaphors there?

                         RICKEY
          You know very well my organization
          is about to enter a tempest. I
          need Durocher at the rudder. He's
          the only man who can handle this
          much trouble, who loves it in fact.
          You're chopping off my right hand!

                         HAPPY
          I have no choice. I'm going to
          have to sit your manager, Branch.
          Leo Durocher is suspended from
          baseball for a year.

                         RICKEY
          You can't do that! Happy, you son
          of a bitch!
          DIAL TONE. Rickey steadies himself, looks to Parrott.

                         RICKEY
           Trouble ahead, Harold. Trouble.

                          CUT TO:

          95 INT. DODGER LOCKER ROOM - EBBETS FIELD - DAY 95

          Durocher, in a suit, cleans out his locker. Carefully sets
          each item in a cardboard box. Finished, he closes the locker
          door. CLICK. And then -- WHAM! -- Drives his fist in, taking
          it off its hinges. He picks up his box, quietly walks out.

                          CUT TO: 

                         96 OMITTED 96 

                         

                         

                         

                         

           PINK REV 4-19-12 66.

                         97 OMITTED 97 

                         98 OMITTED 98 

                         99 OMITTED 99 

          99A INT. MCALPIN HOTEL ROOM - EARLY MORNING 99A 

           RING... Jack asleep in bed, fumbles for the receiver. 
           INSERT: April 10, 1947. 

                          JACK 
           Hello? 

           JANE ANN'S VOICE 
           Mr. Robinson, this is Jane Ann in 
           Mr. Rickey's office. He needs to 
           see you right away. He has a 
           contract for you to sign. 
           That wakes him up. 

                          CUT TO: 

          99B INT. BRANCH RICKEY'S OFFICE - BROOKLYN - DAY 99B 

           Jack sits at the desk. Alone. He looks back over his 
           shoulder at the GOLDFISH. As one of them stares back, Rickey 
           enters with the CONTRACT in question. He sets it down before 
           Jack, hands him a pen. 

                          RICKEY 
           I'm so sorry about the rush. 
           Events are unfolding too fast to 
           keep up with. The burden has 
           finally fallen to me and so be it. 

                          JACK 

                          (POINTS) 
           Sign here? 

                          RICKEY 
           Yes, yes. 
           As Jack poises the pen -- Rickey suddenly aghast. 

                          RICKEY 
           Stop! 
           The pen a millimeter over the page. 

                          RICKEY 
           History. And I'm blabbing, 
           blabbing through history... Rushing 
           it along. What am I thinking? 

                         

                         

                         

                         

           TAN REV 6-25-12 66A.

          99C RICKEY'S OUTER OFFICE 99C
          Rickey sticks his head out the door.

                         RICKEY
          Jane Ann, come in here.
          (hollering down hall)
          Harold!
          Parrott sticks his head out from an office down the hall.

                         RICKEY
          Get some employees up here! 

                         CUT TO:

          99D RICKEY'S DESK 99D
          Where Jack Robinson signs his contract. As he sets the pen
          down -- Rickey starts APPLAUDING. He's joined by Parrott,
          JANE ANN and a JANITOR. Rickey claps Jack on the shoulder. 

                         RICKEY
          Harold, telegram the press. Say
          this: “The Brooklyn Dodgers today
          purchased the contract of Jackie
          Robinson from the Montreal Royals.
          He will report immediately.”
           As Jack takes it in, he's the only one not smiling.

                          CUT TO:

          99E INT. HALLWAY - ISUM HOUSE - PASADENA - DAWN 99E

          The phone rings. Rachel answers in her nightgown.

                         RACHEL
          Hello?

          JACK'S VOICE
          Rae, I'm in Brooklyn.
          Brooklyn... Rachel lets out a triumphant WHOOP!

                         RACHEL
           What did I tell you?

                          CUT TO:

          100 EXT. NIGHTSCAPE - NEW YORK MIDTOWN SKYLINE - NIGHT 100

          A few lights twinkle, but this city does occasionally sleep.

                         

                         

                         

                         

           TAN REV 6-25-12 67.

                         101 JACK 101
          This man does not. He stands bare chested in his boxers
          staring out the window of a MCALPIN HOTEL ROOM. Considering
          the world before him. Wondering where his place is in it.
          INSERT: April 15, 1947. 3 AM.
          It's a lonely moment. Until Rachel appears behind him in her
          nightgown. She wraps her arms around him, looks over his
          shoulder at the world out there. Finally, softly...

                         RACHEL
          I love you...
           As he closes his eyes, absorbs it...

                          CUT TO:

          102 INT. AISLE - SINGER'S DRUG STORE - BROOKLYN - DAY 102

          Jack cruises down, stops in front of the PEPTO BISMOL.
          INSERT: April 15, 1947. 11 AM.
          As he grabs a bottle -- a man on the other side pulls one out
          as well. Jack finds himself looking at Pee Wee Reese.

          JUMP AHEAD TO:

          103 EXT. SINGER'S DRUG STORE - BROOKLYN - DAY 103

          Jack and Reese exit together, each with a bottle of Pepto
          Bismol in hand. Reese hefts his bottle. 

                         REESE
          Opening day nerves. Doing my
          stomach something awful.
          Jack nods in commiseration. It's awkward between them. A
          RUMBLE as a GARBAGE TRUCK goes by.

                         REESE
          There goes another one.

                         (SMILES)
          Every time I see a garbage truck go
          by I still can't figure why the guy
          driving isn't me.

                         JACK

                         (SMILES BACK)
          We'd both better get on base.
          Reese nods. They start walking toward the stadium.

                         

                         

                         

                         

          TAN REV 6-25-12 68.

                         REESE
          Know when I first heard of you?

                         JACK
          No I don't.

                         REESE
          On a troop transport, coming back
          from Guam. A sailor heard it on
          the radio, told me the Dodgers had
          signed a Negro player. I said that
          was fine by me. Then he said the
          guy was a shortstop. Least you
          were then. That got me thinking.
          Thinking gets me scared.
          Jack smiles, hefts his bottle of Pepto.

                         JACK
          Black, white, we're both pink
          today, huh?

                         (REESE NODS)
          You still scared, Pee Wee?

                         REESE
          (looks down street)
           Of garbage trucks? Terrified.

                          CUT TO:

          103A EXT. EBBETS STADIUM - DAY 103A 

           The Taj Mahal of baseball. Opening day. 
           INSERT: Ebbets Field. Brooklyn. 

                          CUT TO: 

          104 INT. DODGER LOCKER ROOM - DAY 104

          Some guys quiet, some guys joking around. Everyone in some
          version of getting out of their street clothes or into their
          uniforms. The entire operation comes to a halt as --
          Jack enters. As he walks past -- some players nod hello.
          Others look like Sphinxes. Walker turns and faces his
          locker. Gene Hermanski and Branca step over to SHAKE HANDS.

                         HERMANSKI
          I'm Hermanski. Welcome to Brooklyn.

                         BRANCA
          Hey, man. Ralph Branca.
          Last, but not least, Spider Jorgensen, his Montreal teammate.

                         

                         

                         

                         

          TAN REV 6-25-12 68A.

                         JORGENSEN
          We made it, Jack, huh? Good luck.
          That's it. Everyone else is too busy to come over. As Jack
          scans for a locker with his name on it, BABE HAMBURGER, the
          clubhouse manager, steps over.

                         

                         

                         

                         

          WHITE 3-14-12 69.

                         BABE
          You're looking for your locker,
          huh, kid? Follow me.
          They walk over to a hook on the wall. A uniform hangs from
          it. A FOLDING CHAIR below.

          BABE (CONT'D)
          I just got the word. Best I could
          do. I'll get you straightened out
          tomorrow though, huh?
          Jack nods, unbuttoning his shirt... Stanky is suddenly there.
          All pugnacity as he gives up 4 inches and 40 pounds to Jack.

                         STANKY
          You're putting on that uniform, it
          means you're on my team. But before
          I play with you I want you to know
          how I feel about it. I want you to
          know I don't like it. I want you
          to know I don't like you.
          Jack regards him. Stanky doesn't flinch. Maybe he should.

                         JACK
           That's fine. That's how I prefer
           it. Right out in the open.

                          CUT TO:

          105 HOT DOG VENDER - EBBETS FIELD 105
          Standing before his steaming HOT DOG STAND.

                         VENDOR
          C'mon, Brooklyn! Get your Harry M.
          Stevens special here!
          As he hands one over, gets his .20 cents in return. Then:

          VENDOR (CONT'D)
          Hey, Lady!
          Rachel looks over, baby Jackie in her arms. The vendor takes
          a baby bottle out of the hot water in his STEAMER.

          VENDOR (CONT'D)
           I think it's ready.

                          CUT TO:

          106 JACK ROOSEVELT ROBINSON - DODGER CLUBHOUSE 106
          Looking at himself in a MIRROR. Standing in his uniform, the
          clean white wool, the flowing script: Dodgers. It fits.

                         

                         

                         

                         

          YELLOW REV 4-24-12 70.
          We FOLLOW HIM past Stanky as he goes. Follow the BLUE 42 on 
          his back as he steps through the clubhouse.

          107 MAKES HIS WAY UP THE TUNNEL. 107
          Always on that magic number as he comes up through the Dodger
          DUGOUT and steps onto...

                         108 EBBETS FIELD 108
          PHOTOGRAPHERS snap photos, the crowd spot him and CHEER.

                         109 RACHEL 109
           Watches from the stands. Pleased at the cheering. She holds
           the baby up to see, whispers to him...

                          RACHEL
           Okay, okay, that's good.
           As Jackie's eyes find hers...

                          CUT TO:

          110 THE PLAYERS LINED UP FOR THE NATIONAL ANTHEM 110
          The Dodgers down one baseline, the BOSTON BRAVES down the
          other. Forty-nine white players and one black. Jack at the
          end alongside Ralph Branca. Jack trying not to choke up.

                         EVERETT MCCOOEY
          O'er the land of the free! And the
          home of the brave!

                         CUT TO:

          111 EXT. DODGER DUGOUT - DAY 111

          The players not starting return to the dugout. Bragan
          catches up with Branca.

                         BRAGAN
          You're crazy standing that close to
          him.

                         BRANCA
          What do you mean?

                         BRAGAN

                         (LAUGHING)
          What if the sharpshooter misses and
          hits you instead?

                         BRANCA
          You got a serious problem, Bragan,
          you know that?

                         

                         

                         

                         

           WHITE 3-14-12 71.

                          BRAGAN
           Really? I don't see it.

                          CUT TO:

                         112 BRANCH RICKEY 112
          Surveying the scene. Parrott alongside.

                         RICKEY
          Opening day, Harold. The world is
          all future and no past.

                         PARROT
          A blank page, sir.

          113 INT. BROADCAST BOOTH - EBBETS FIELD - DAY 113

          RED BARBER looks down onto the field.

                         BARBER
          One out in the bottom of the first.
          Headed toward the plate for his
          first big league at bat is Dodger
          rookie Jackie Robinson. Jackie is
          very definitely brunette.

                         114 JACK 114
          Walks toward the plate. More cheers. Mostly.

                         FAN
          We're with you, Jackie!

                         FAN #2
          Hey, boy, how about a shine?!
          Jack struggles not to look back at the source of the jeer.
          He settles in at the plate. JOHNNY SAIN on the mound waiting
          for the sign. The crowd BUZZING.

          BARBER'S VOICE
          Sain looking in. When he's got
          that fastball working, he can toss
          a lamb chop past a hungry wolf.
          The BRAVES CATCHER signals ‘1'. Here come the pitch. CRACK!
          It's down the third base line.
          The THIRD BASEMAN is going to need every ounce of his arm as
          he fields it at the line, throw across his body to --
          FIRST. Where Jack's foot hits the bag an instant before the
          ball smacks into the first baseman's mitt.

                         

                         

                         

                         

          TAN REV 6-25-12 72.

                         UMPIRE
          You're out!
          Jack can't believe it. As he trots toward the dugout he
          looks at the umpire who looks back: I dare you to complain.

                         STANDS
          As the Brooklyn faithful BOO the call, Rachel and Smith watch
          Jack head decisively toward the dugout. He was safe.
          Rickey sits down closer to the dugout.

                         RICKEY
          It's a game of inches, Jackie!

                         PARROTT
           Get some glasses, ump!

                          CUT TO:

                         115 OMITTED 115 

                         116 OMITTED 116 

                         117 OMITTED 117 

                         118 OMITTED 118 

          118A INT. HALLWAY - DODGER OFFICES - DAY 118A 

           BURT SHOTTON, 62, walks down the hallway with Parrott. 
           INSERT: April 18, 1947. 

                          PARROTT 
           How's Florida, Burt? 

                          SHOTTON 
           Roses need pruning, but fine when I 
           left it last night. Branch said it 
           was important and I heard about 
           Leo. Any idea what this is about? 

                          PARROTT 
           You'd better just talk to him. 
           A beat as they reach the door. Parrott knocks. 

           RICKEY'S VOICE 
           Come in! 

          118B INT. BRANCH RICKEY'S OFFICE - BROOKLYN - DAY 118B 

           Rickey smiles from his desk as they enter. 

                         

                         

                         

                         

          TAN REV 6-25-12 73.

                         RICKEY 
          Baseball has returned to Brooklyn,
          Burt. Another season is underway.

                         SHOTTON
          Yeah, it's a shame about Leo.

                         RICKEY
          Inevitable I suppose. I asked him
          if she was worth it and he said
          yes. How's the retirement?

                         SHOTTON 
          It's fine. The roses -- 

                         RICKEY 
          It's a helluva thing when a man has 
          good health and enough money and
          absolutely nothing to do.

                         SHOTTON 
          I'm perfectly happy. 

                         RICKEY
          Is that so? 

                         SHOTTON
          When I took off that Cleveland 
          uniform two years ago, I promised
          the Mrs. I'd never put on another
          uniform again. Roses look great 
          and I sleep a whole lot better. 

                         RICKEY 
          Roses and sleep are two wonderful 
          things, Burt. But sleep you can 
          get inside your casket and flowers 
          look good on top of it. You don't 
          look like a dead man to me. 

                         SHOTTON 
          What's this about, Branch? 

                         

                         

                         

                         

          TAN REV 6-25-12 73A.

                         RICKEY 
          I need you to manage the Dodgers. 
          We're a ship without a captain;
          there's a typhoon ahead.

                         SHOTTON 
          No, I'm sorry, but no. 

                         RICKEY 
          Do you miss the game, Burt? Look 
          me in the eye and tell me you 
          don't. 
          Shotton considers Rickey a beat and then looks away. 

                         SHOTTON
          Baseball's the only life for an old 
          pepper pot like me, but I promised 
          my wife, Branch.

                         RICKEY
          You promised her you wouldn't put
          on another uniform. You didn't
          promise her you wouldn't manage. 
          Wear a suit and tie; Connie Mack 
          still does. 

                         (A BEAT) 
          You remember how to get to the Polo 
          Grounds, Burt? 

                         SHOTTON 
          Branch, I -- 

                         RICKEY 
          You remember what the peanuts smell 
          like roasting, how the crack of the 
          bat sounds, the roar of the crowd? 

                         SHOTTON 
          Sure... 
          Rickey tosses him a set of car keys. 

                         RICKEY
          My car's parked right out front. 
          Harold will show you where. Now 
          what do you say?

                         SHOTTEN 
          Okay.

                         CUT TO:

                         

                         

                         

                         

           PINK REV 4-19-12 74.

          119 INT. VISITOR'S LOCKER ROOM - POLO GROUNDS - HARLEM - DAY 119

          Shotton addresses the half-dressed Dodgers, Jack included.

                         SHOTTON
          Men, I don't have much to say.
          Just, don't be afraid of old Burt
          Shotton as a manager. You can win
          the pennant in spite of me. I can
          not possibly hurt you.
          The Dodgers trade looks. Not exactly inspirational. As
          Shotton heads out he pauses by Jack.

                         SHOTTON
          Are you Robinson?

                         (JACK NODS)
          I thought so.
          Shotton pats Jack on the shoulder, continues on his way.

                         CUT TO:

          120 INT. PRESS BOX - THE POLO GROUNDS - DAY 120

          A huge CROWD beyond. Bob Cooke of the Herald Tribune (seen
          at the Waldorf Astoria) holds court as Jack is ANNOUNCED.

                         COOKE
          Mark my words and circle this date.
          Negroes are going to run the white
          man straight out of baseball. I'm
          not prejudiced; it's physiological.
          They have a longer heel bone.
          Gives em an unfair speed advantage.

          121 JACK - POLO GROUNDS 121
           Standing dead still at the plate, bat cocked and ready.

           BARBER'S VOICE 
           Here's Robinson. Jackie holds that 
           club down by the end. Rear foot on 
           the back line of the box. Slight 
           open stance, bent at the knees... 
          Giants pitcher DAVE KOSLO goes into his wind-up and throws.
          Jack swings. CRACK. The ball screams out to left. Home
          run! The crowd goes crazy. This is what they came to see.

                         122 PRESS BOX 122
          Typewriters pounding away as Jack finishes his home run trot.
          Bob Cooke watching thoughtfully as...

                         

                         

                         

                         

          PINK REV 4-19-12 74A.

                         ANOTHER REPORTER
          Was that because his heels are
          longer, Bob?!
          As everyone cracks up, everyone but Bob...

                          CUT TO:

                         

                         

                         

                         

           BLUE REV 4-07-12 75.

          123 INT. LAWSON BOWMAN'S CAFÉ - HARLEM - NIGHT 123

          Jack and Rachel out for dinner. Jack nodding as BLACK
          PATRONS pass by, saying encouraging things. He almost gets a
          forkful of food to his mouth before a MENU and a PEN are
          offered for an autograph. As he signs, a FLASH BULB goes
          off. In a lull, Jack cuts his steak, low to Rachel.

                         JACK
          I'm not complaining, I just, I
          don't know what they want.

                         RACHEL

                         (BEAMING)
          They want to see if Jackie Robinson
          is real. They want to see your
          pride, your dignity. Because then
          they'll see it in themselves.
          He's stopped short. She blinks with mock coquettish modesty.

          RACHEL (CONT'D)
          And me? I'm just young and scared
          and amazed at how brave you are.
          He grins at her, almost gets a forkful in when LAWSON BOWMAN,
          the Black owner, pulls up a chair, shakes Jack's hand.

                         OWNER
          I'm Lawson Bowman, Jack, the owner
          of this joint. How's the steak?

                         JACK
           I'm not sure yet. It looks good.

                          CUT TO:

          123A INT. 526 MACDONOUGH STREET - BROOKLYN - DAY (MONTAGE) 123A 

           BATHROOM MIRROR - Steamed. A finger traces ‘42' in the steam 
           on the glass, then wipes it clean to reveal Rachel. Hair 
           wrapped in a towel, she looks at herself, frowns. 
           INSERT: Brooklyn, April 22, 1947. 
           DRYING DIAPERS - Hang like pennants on a line stretched 
           across the BEDROOM. Rachel ducks under them to retrieve her 
           shoes. She looks at them, frowns. 
           RACHEL - Brushing her teeth. Pauses to hold the toothbrush 
           in a batting stance. Swings... 
           RACHEL - Strains to reach to zip her dress up. She pulls at 
           the edges of the dress, straightens herself out. She looks 
           over at Jack Jr. who watches from his crib. 

                         

                         

                         

                         

          DBL. BLUE REV 7-9-12 75A.

                         RACHEL
          You're lucky you're a boy.
          DOORWAY - Dressed to go, Rachel holding the baby, looking
          anxiously out on the street. Suddenly, ALICE the baby-sitter
          is there. Here she comes up the steps, opens the door.

                         ALICE
          Sorry I'm late. Class ran long.

                         RACHEL
          It's okay.
          Rachel gently hands the baby over.

                         RACHEL
          It's so cold and raw out, I don't
          want him getting sick at the game.

                         ALICE
          He'll be nice and warm here.

                         RACHEL
          (checks her watch)
          I'm going to be late.
          She kisses him goodbye, frowns as she heads outside --

          123B EXT. MACDONOUGH STREET - DAY 123B 

           A forboding sky above as Rachel hurries along. Pulling her 
           jacket on as she goes. It's going to be a cold day. 

           RED BARBER'S VOICE 
           The sky's are leaden. Threatening. 
           Eddie Stanky safe at first as 
           Robinson steps to the plate. 

          124 EXT. ON DECK CIRCLE - EBBETS FIELD - DAY 124

          Brooklyn vs. Philadelphia. The bottom of the first. The
          crowd CHEERS. Stanky safe on first.

          RED BARBER'S VOICE
          The sky's are leaden. Threatening.
          Eddie Stanky safe at first as
          Robinson steps to the plate.
          Jack walk to the plate, digs a cleat into the batter's box...

          CHAPMAN'S VOICE
          Hey! Hey you black Nigger!
          Jack looks to the visitor's dugout where the Phillies Alabama-
          born manager BEN CHAPMAN stands at the top of the steps.

                         

                         

                         

                         

          DBL. BLUE REV 7-9-12 75AA.

                         CHAPMAN
          Why don't you go back to the cotton
          fields where you belong!

                         

                         

                         

                         

          GREEN REV 4-27-12 76.
          The bear baiting has begun. Jack is in a kind of temporary
          shock. That's the Phillies manager! In uniform.

                         CHAPMAN
          Or did you swing your way out of
          the jungle?! Bring me a banana!

          124A RED BARBER - IN THE BOOTH 124A

                         BARBER
          Chapman the Phillies manager up on
          the top step, seems to be chirping
          something out to Robinson. Chapman
          a hothead during his playing days
          with the Yankees.

          125 RICKEY - IN THE STANDS 125
           Sitting next to Parrott. He leans forward, unsure.

                          RICKEY
           What's he saying?

                         126 VISITOR DUGOUT 126
           Chapman joined by two of his PHILLIE BENCH PLAYERS.

           PHILLIE ONE PHILLIE TWO
           Go home, Nigger! Go back to Africa!
          Phillie pitcher DUTCH LEONARD looks in. Jack has to try to
          concentrate on the pitch. Here it comes. A fastball well
          inside. Jack hits the deck to keep from getting beaned. 

                         CHAPMAN
          Bojangles! You sure can dance,
          snowflake!

                         STANKY
          On first, mouth hanging open. Almost forgets to take a lead.
          It's an instant Rorschach test.

                         DODGER DUGOUT
          Shotton and the players look stricken. Even Walker doesn't
          quite know what to make of it. No one enjoys it, but Higbe.

                         STANDS
          CONCESSION MEN walk closer to listen. The fans range from
          horrified to some mildly pleased. Rachel looks stricken.

                         

                         

                         

                         

          PINK REV 4-19-12 76A.

                         JACK
          A fastball inside. He leaps back again. This one was even 
          closer to hitting him. As Jack glares at Dutch...

                         UMPIRE
          Ball two!

          CHAPMAN'S VOICE
          Hey, black boy! Hey, shoe shine!

                         

                         

                         

                         

          WHITE 3-14-12 77.
          Jack doesn't want to look over, but he is compelled. The
          bench players flanking Chapman look furious, but Chapman is
          doing this with a sick sort of glee.

                         CHAPMAN
          You like white girls?! Huh?!
          Which one of them Dodger boys'
          wives are you climbing on tonight?!
          Chapman looks toward...

                         DODGER DUGOUT
          They don't like that one.

          CHAPMAN (CONT'D)
          Oh, I think I got it. Dixie, I
          believe I know!

                         JACK
          Grips the bat. Watches for the next pitch with bloody
          mindedness. He hacks at it, lofts a routine fly into left.
          He's about halfway down to first when the left fielder
          catches it and Jack can mercifully return to the dugout.

                         127 RICKEY 127
          Rickey watches as he disappears inside. Finally exhales.

                         128 BENCH 128
          Jack sits down. No one says anything to him. No one comes
          near him as he stares ahead, trapped in a kind of void. The
          closest player to him is Bobby Bragan. Bragan finally
          manages to glance over at him, then looks quickly away.

                         CUT TO:

                         129 RACHEL 129
          As the Dodgers take the field, Jack heads to first. Almost
          wincing, wondering if it's going to start again.

                         RACHEL
          (under her breath)
          Look at me, baby. Look at me.
          Finally, Jack glances up to her. She offers her eyes: I'm
          with you. He looks away. Her witnessing makes it worse.

                         130 BEN CHAPMAN 130
          Settles back in the shadows of the dugout. Finished for now.

                         CUT TO:

                         

                         

                         

                         

           BLUE REV 4-07-12 78.

                         131 DODGER SCOREBOARD 131
          No score. Bottom of the 3rd.

                         INFIELD
          Spider Jorgensen takes a lead off first. At the plate,
          Stanky lines a single to right. Jorgensen holds at second.

                         JACK
          Steps to the batter's box, starts digging in that back foot.

          VISITOR'S DUGOUT
          As Chapman emerges with his two bench players. 

          PHILLIE ONE PHILLIE TWO 
          Hey, Nigger lips! Party's over, jungle bunny! 

                         CHAPMAN
          Hey, Pee Wee! Dixie! What's this
          Nigger doing for you all to let him
          drink from the same water fountain
          as you?! I hope it's worth it!

                         JACK
          Waiting for the pitch. Takes a mighty swing -- CRACKS a
          towering POP-UP between home plate and the mound. Dutch
          watches his catcher Seminick settle under it. Waiting.

                         DUTCH
          Hey, is that a home run!?

                         SEMINICK
          Yeah! If you're playing in an
          elevator shaft!
          Jack veers off the first baseline. Heads for the dugout.

                         CHAPMAN
          You don't belong! Look in a mirror!
          This is a white man's game. Get it
          through your thick monkey skull!
          Jack stops short looks at him. Chapman stands his ground.

                         RICKEY
          Stands, watches. Praying this doesn't go south. As Jack
          finally continues on, Rickey closes his eyes in relief.

                         RACHEL
          Sick for her husband.

                         

                         

                         

                         

          WHITE 3-14-12 79.

                         THE DUGOUT
          Jack stalks down past the team. No one looks at him. Bragan
          is ashamed. Dixie tries to look disinterested. Stanky and
          Reese exchange a helpless glance as Jack continues into:

                         132 THE TUNNEL 132
          Like a bull on his way to slaughter, he revolts. WHAM-WHAM!
          He proceeds to turn his bat into SPLINTERS. Concrete chips,
          wood flies. Jack drops the handle of the bat, pounds his
          fists. Heaving for breath, framed by the empty tunnel. Raw,
          electric, ungovernable. All the anger on display, the fury.
          FEET SCRAPE. Jack looks up to see Rickey standing there,
          watching, afraid to get too much closer.

                         JACK
          To hell with this. The next white
          son of a bitch who opens his mouth,
          I'll smash his goddamn teeth in.
          Rickey stands there until finally, opening his mouth...

                         RICKEY
          You can't, Jackie. You know it.

                         JACK
          I'm supposed to let this go on?

                         RICKEY
          These men have to live with

                         THEMSELVES --

                         JACK
          I have to live with myself, too!
          And right now I'm living a sermon
          out there. I'm through with it!
          Jack is at the end of his rope. All Rickey has are words.

                         RICKEY
          You don't matter right now, Jack.
          You're in this thing. You don't
          have the right to pull out from the
          backing of people who believe in
          you, respect you and who need you.

                         JACK
          Is that so?

                         RICKEY
          If you fight, they won't say
          Chapman forced you to; they'll just
          say that you're over your head.
          That you belong where you are.

                         (MORE)

                         

                         

                         

                         

          WHITE 3-14-12 80.

                         RICKEY (CONT'D)
          That every downtrodden man who
          wants more from life is over his
          head.
          Jack's either going to explode or break into tears.

                         JACK
          Do you know what it's like, having
          someone do this to you?!

                         RICKEY
          No. You do. You're the one living
          the sermon. In the wilderness.
          Forty days. All of it. Only you.

                         JACK
          And not a damn thing I can do about
          it.

                         RICKEY
          Of course there is! You can stand
          up and hit! You can get on base
          and you can score! You can win
          this game for us! We need you as
          well! Everyone needs you.
          (a beat; exhausted)
          You're medicine, Jack.
          Rickey reaches out, touches the wall to stay standing. Jack
          just breathes as familiar sounds reverb down the tunnel.

                         JACK
          They're taking the field.

                         RICKEY
          Who's playing first?
          Jack considers him. Everything hangs in the balance. Then:

                         JACK
          I'm gonna need a new bat.
           As Jack heads back down the tunnel for the field.

                          CUT TO:

          133 EXT. SCOREBOARD - EBBETS FIELD - DAY 133

          Eight zeros hang for the Phillies. Seven for the Dodgers.
          No score, the bottom of the 8th coming up.

                         134 JACK 134
          Steps into the batter's box. Chapman and his sidekicks step
          from the Stygian abyss of the visitor's dugout.

                         

                         

                         

                         

          PINK REV 4-19-12 81.

                         CHAPMAN
          Hey, black Nigger! I know you can
          hear me! If you were a white boy,
          you know where you'd be right now?!
          On a bus headed down to Newport
          News cuz you can't play for shit!
          Here comes the pitch. Jack nonchalantly sticks his bat out,
          pokes a soft hit past second. A nothing hit, but he's
          standing on first. And he looks, well, ferocious in fact.
          As Pete Reiser steps up into the batter's box...
          Jack stares at Dutch Leonard. Assassin's eyes as he takes an
          insolent, in-your-face lead off first.
          Dutch fires to first. Jack dives back safe!
          Back on his feet, he spits out a piece of grit he picked up
          sliding back on his belly. Not bothering to dust himself
          off, he's turning into something elemental before our eyes.

                         135 RED BARBER 135
           Up in the booth.

                          BARBER
           Two strikes now to Reiser as
           Leonard looks in. Robinson with
           another big lead off first. He's as 
           restless as a cat with a hot foot. 

                         136 RACHEL 136
           Witnessing.

                          RACHEL
          Steal it, sweetheart. Take it.

                         137 FIELD 137
          Dutch throws. Jack on the run as Reiser swings and misses -
          STRIKE THREE! - and Seminick comes up throwing.
          Jack slides into second, the throw high, ends up in center.
          Half a dozen Dodgers impulsively on their feet and waving him
          on as Jack gets to his feet and motors into THIRD. The throw
          well late. Phillies third baseman HANDLEY throws the ball
          back to Dutch. Handley then looks to Jack.

                         HANDLEY
          I'm sorry. I want you to know what
          goes on here, it don't go for me.
          Jack barely nods, but he heard.

                         

                         

                         

                         

           BLUE REV 4-07-12 82.

           BARBER'S VOICE
           Hermanski steps up.

                         PLATE
          Dutch looking to third, nodding distracted at a sign, looking
          back to third before... Hermanski cracks a single to left.
          As Jack crosses the plate, he stares down Chapman on his way
          to the dugout. As Chapman turns his head, spits --

                         CUT TO:

          138 INT. VISITOR'S LOCKER ROOM - DAY 138

          Several REPORTERS around Chapman as well. He drinks a BEER.

                         CHAPMAN
          You fellas are making too big a
          deal out of this. He scored We
          lost. One to nothing.

                         REPORTER THREE
          Do you think you were a little hard
          on Robinson?

                         CHAPMAN
          We treat him the same way we do
          Hank Greenburg except we call Hank
          a kike instead of a coon. When we
          play exhibitions against the
          Yankees, we call DiMaggio the Wop.
          They laugh at it. No harm, it's
          forgotten after the game ends.
          Chapman tosses away his beer can.

                         REPORTER THREE 
          Don't you think this was maybe one
          foot over the line?

                         CHAPMAN
          Hey. Let's get the chips off our
          shoulders and play ball. It's a
          game, right?

                         CUT TO:

          139 INT. SHOWER - DODGER LOCKER ROOM - DAY 139

          Jack alone in the shower. Water beating down. Steam rising.
          A warrior who survived another day of battle. Maybe. They
          say the Lord doesn't ask us to bear any more than we're able,
          but God is cutting it pretty damn close here. He is in pain.

                         CUT TO:

                         

                         

                         

                         

           GREEN REV 4-27-12 83.

          140 INT. BRANCH RICKEY'S OFFICE - BROOKLYN - LATE AFTERNOON 140

          Rickey sits brooding, thinking. Parrott enters, upset.

                         PARROTT
          I'm going in that Phillie dugout
          tomorrow and wring Chapman's neck!
          Rickey considers Parrott, starts laughing. Parrott is hurt.

                         PARROTT
          Did I say something funny?

                         RICKEY
          When I first told you about Jackie,
          you were against it. Now all of a
          sudden you're worrying about him.
          How do you suppose that happened?

                         PARROTT
          Well, any decent minded person --

                         RICKEY
          Sympathy, Harold, is a Greek word.
          It means to suffer. I sympathize
          with you means I suffer with you.
          This Philadelphia manager has done
          me a service.

                         PARROTT
          A service?!

                         RICKEY
          Is there an echo in here? Yes,
          he's creating sympathy on Jackie's
          behalf. Philadelphia by the way is
          Greek for brotherly love.
          The intercom BUZZES.

          JANE ANN'S VOICE 
          Bob Bragan to see you, Mr. Rickey.

                         RICKEY

                         (FLASHES ANGRY)
          What in Satan's fire does he want?

                         (PRESSES BUTTON)
          Send him in.
          Rickey pretends to review papers as Bragan enters, his hat
          literally in his hand. Rickey lets him stand there a moment.

                         RICKEY
          What do you want, Bragan?

                         

                         

                         

                         

          WHITE 3-14-12 84.

                         BRAGAN
          I'd like not to be traded, sir, if
          it isn't too late.

                         RICKEY
          What about Robinson?
          Bragan's been staring at the floor. He looks up now. The
          low afternoon sun hits his face.

                         BRAGAN
          I'd like to be his teammate.

                         RICKEY
          Why?

                         BRAGAN
          The world's changing; I guess I can
          live with the change.

                         RICKEY

                         (SARCASTIC)
          Red Sox just offered Ted Williams,
          but I'll see what I can do.

                         BRAGAN
          Thank you, Mr. Rickey.
          Bragan leaves. Rickey looks at Parrott: ‘What do you know?'

                         CUT TO:

          141 EXT. UNDER THE STANDS - EBBETS FIELD - LATE AFTERNOON 141

          Rachel waiting. Jack exits, sees her, hadn't expected her.

                         JACK
          You shouldn't have waited.

                         RACHEL
          They haven't made a day long enough
          that I wouldn't wait for you.

                         JACK
          Give these boys time. It's a three
          game series.
          A beat between them, framed by the steel girders around them.

          JACK (CONT'D)
          I don't care if they like me; I
          didn't come here to make friends.
          I don't even care if they respect
          me. I know who I am; I got enough
          respect for myself. But I do not
          want them to beat me.

                         

                         

                         

                         

          YELLOW REV 4-24-12 85.

                         RACHEL
          They are never going to beat you.

                         JACK
          They're taking their best shot. I
          don't want you coming tomorrow. I
          don't want you to watch that, them
          beating me.

                         RACHEL
          Wherever you are, I am, too. Look
          at me. Jack...
          He looks over. It's not easy for this most proud of men.

                         RACHEL
          I have to watch. So our hearts
          don't break... Plus I already
          bought a scorecard.
          She holds it up. His name the only one filled in.

                         RACHEL
          And I put your name on it. See?
          Jack Robinson.
          He puts his hand out, takes hers.

                         JACK
          I did good the day I met you.

                         RACHEL
           Baby, you hit a home run.

                          CUT TO:

          142 EXT. EBBETS FIELD - DAY 142

          The SCOREBOARD shows 1 run scored by the Phillies in the top
          of the first. Jack steps up to the plate. Here we go again.
          INSERT: April 23, 1947. The next day. 

                         CHAPMAN
          Hey, porch monkey! Hey Robinson!
          Hey boy! You know why you're here?

                         EDDIE STANKY
          On the bench. Without warning, he blasts off it. MOVE WITH
          him as he marches toward Chapman who doesn't see him coming.

                         CHAPMAN
          You're here to draw those Nigger
          dollars at the gate for Rickey!

                         

                         

                         

                         

          YELLOW REV 4-24-12 86.
          Chapman clocks the apoplectic Stanky. Spit flying as:

                         STANKY
          Sit down. Sit down or I'll sit you
          down.

                         CHAPMAN
          What's the problem, Stank?

                         STANKY
          You're the problem, you goddamn
          disgrace! What kind of man are
          you?! You know he can't fight!
          Pick on someone who can fight!

          BARBER'S VOICE 

                         (OVER IT) 
          Eddie Stanky having a chin wag with 
          his ex-teammate Chapman. Both men 
          masters of distraction. Eddie, of 
          course, from second. Chapman from 
          the dugout. 
          Stanky so mad he can't see straight. Chapman surrenders.

                         CHAPMAN
          Okay, okay. Jesus.
          As Chapman disappears into his dugout, Jack whacks a single.

                          CUT TO: 

          143 EXT. DODGER DUGOUT - DAY 143

           Stanky sits here stewing. His head down. 

           BARBER'S VOICE 
           Robinson on first, Pete Reiser at 
           bat. Reiser belts it. A long one. 
           Deep into left center. Back goes 
           Ennis who is not tall enough. This 
           one's off the wall. Robinson is 
           going to score from first. 
           Over Barber: a CRACK of the bat, the ROAR of the crowd. As 
           players around him react, Stanky finally looks up as Robinson 
           crosses the plate, heads in, sits a few feet from Stanky. 

                          JACK
           Thanks.

                          STANKY
          For what? You're on my team. What
          the hell am I supposed to do?

                         (SOFTLY)
          I gotta look in the mirror, too.

                         

                         

                         

                         

           PINK REV 4-19-12 86A.
           Stanky stands, walks away. Today's gonna be okay.

                          CUT TO:

          144 INT. BLACK CHURCH - BROOKLYN - DAY 144

          A BLACK PREACHER leads his congregation in prayer.

                         PREACHER
          Lord, make me an instrument of your
          peace. Where there is hatred, let
          me sow love. Where there is injury,
          let me sow pardon. Where there is
          darkness, let me sow light.
          ‘Amens'. We see Rickey sits in the back row, the day heavy
          on him. A YOUNG GIRL turns, looks at him. Why's a white man
          here? Rickey smiles, puts a finger to his lips... Shhhh.

                         CUT TO:

                         

                         

                         

                         

           SALMON REV 6-4-12 87.

          144A OMITTED 144A 

          144B OMITTED 144B 

          144C OMITTED 144C 

          144D OMITTED 144D 

                         

                         

                         

                         

          SALMON REV 6-4-12 87A.

                          

          145 INT. LOCKER ROOM - EBBETS FIELD - DAY 145

          Players put on their uniforms as Higbe, in street clothes,
          fires the contents of his locker into a cardboard box.

                         

                         

                         

                         

          GOLDENROD REV 5-9-12 87B.

                         HIGBE
          I speak my mind and they trade me!
          This ain't the America I know!
          He glares down to Jack's locker. Jack regards him back.
          It's Higbe who looks away first. He continues packing.

                         WALKER
          Where are they sending you, Hig?

                         HIGBE
          Pittsburgh! For cash and some I-
          talian outfielder named Gionfriddo!

                         (CONSIDER HIS

                          JOCKSTRAP)
           Pittsburgh...

                          CUT TO:

          146 EXT. EBBETS FIELD - DAY 146

           Dixie Walker takes batting practice, drives the ball all over 
          the field. A natural.
          Rickey and Shotton watch from behind the backstop.

                         RICKEY
          Do you remember the story, Burt, of
          the 99 sheep? How one was missing?

                         SHOTTON
          If you're talking about Dixie, I'd
          leave the word sheep out of it.

                         RICKEY
          I find myself at odds. I want
          integration and the pennant. I
          want to punish Dixie and at the
          same time I want his salvation.

                         SHOTTON
          Can't he just be a good ballplayer?
          He has to be a good person, too?

                         RICKEY
          It would be so much simpler if he
          wasn't batting .385. 
          As Walker finishes, he passes Jack whose turn it is. 

                         WALKER 
          She's all yours, Robinson. 
          As THUNDER rumbles in the distance... 

                         CUT TO:

                         

                         

                         

                         

           TAN REV 6-25-12 88.

                         147 OMITTED 147 

          147A INT. BRANCH RICKEY'S OFFICE - BROOKLYN - DAY 147A 

           Rain beats on the windows. Rickey looks over as Parrott 
           rushes in; he's out of breath and dripping wet. Parrott 
           holds up the Herald Tribune sports section. 

                          PARROTT 
           The news isn't good, sir. 

                          RICKEY 
           Nevertheless it must be accepted 
           calmly, Harold. What is it? 
           A headline: PLAYERS STRIKE. Parrott reads... 

                          PARROTT 
           A National League players' strike 
          instigated by some of the St. Louis
          Cardinals against the presence of
          Negro first baseman Jackie Robinson
          has been averted temporarily and
          perhaps permanently quashed.

                         RICKEY 
          Madness! What are they thinking?! 

                         CUT TO:

          148 EXT. MANHATTAN HOTEL - DAY 148

          Wendell Smith waits under an umbrella as the CARDINALS get
          off the team bus. Smith buttonholes manager EDDIE DYER.

                         SMITH
          Eddie, what's all this talk about
          your Cardinals refusing to play?

                         DYER
          We're here, aren't we? We didn't
          come to New York to go to Macy's.
          Dyer continues past him. Here comes big JOE GARAGIOLA.

                         SMITH
          Hey, Garagiola --

                         GARAGIOLA
          Get lost.
          Here comes STAN MUSIAL, a class act if there ever was one. 

                         SMITH
          Hey, Stan, what's the story? 

                         

                         

                         

                         

           TAN REV 6-25-12 88A.

                          MUSIAL 
           This is big league baseball, not 
           English tea. Couple a guys 
           might've popped off; it's hot air. 

                          CUT TO: 

          149 INT. HOTEL ROOM - MCALPIN HOTEL - DAY 149 

           Smith types out his report. As rain lashes the window, the 
           Empire State building looms a few block away. 

          SMITH (V.O.)
          St. Louis didn't win the world
          championship last year without
          using their heads. They have the
          same heads this year and should
          know that they can't pick the
          players of another club.

                         CUT TO:

                         

                         

                         

                         

           GOLDENROD REV 5-9-12 89.

          150 INT. EBBETS FIELD TRAINING TABLE - DAY 150 

          Jack sits here alone, tending to a bat. Cleaning it with
          rubbing alcohol, handling it like the friend it is. Rickey
          joins him. He has a newspaper in hand. He holds it up.

                         RICKEY
          National League President Frick
          says this is America and baseball
          is America's game. He says one
          citizen has as much right to play
          as another.

                         (LOOKS UP) 
          Baseball will go on as planned once 
          the rain stops. 
          Jack eyes his bat.

                         JACK
          Why are you doing this, Mr. Rickey?

                         RICKEY
          Because my job is to win. I have
          an obligation to Brooklyn to put
          the best team on the field I can.
          Your presence on the roster
          increases our chances of winning.
          Not buying it, Jack looks over at him.

                         JACK
          If this is winning, I'd hate to see
          us on a losing streak.

                          CUT TO: 

          150A INT. DODGER LOCKER ROOM - EBBETS FIELD - DAY 150A 

           Guys change into their street clothes. Branca reads to Reese 
           from the New York Post. Walker listens in from his locker. 

                          BRANCA 
           Listen to this: Right now Robinson 
           is the loneliest man I have ever 
           seen in sports. 

                          (UPSET) 
           Who's this guy to say Jackie's 
           lonely? He doesn't wear it on his 
           sleeve. Man's got one helluva game 
           face. Take no prisoners. How does 
           some reporter know how he feels. 
           They stop talking as Robinson walks past, the last one into 
           the shower, a couple of towels around him. 

                         

                         

                         

                         

           GOLDENROD REV 5-9-12 89A.

                          BRANCA 
           Lonely? I say its the best game 
           face in the world. 

                          WALKER 
           So long as he showers lonely, he 
           can have whatever face he wants. 

                          CUT TO: 

          151 EXT. EBBETS FIELD STANDS (BETWEEN FIRST AND HOME) - DAY 151

           Rachel sitting here. This section about two-thirds full. 
          INSERT: May 6, 1947. Brooklyn.
          Then, about five rows behind her, two RACIST FANS find their 
          seats. They spot Jack down at first.

                         RACIST FAN #1 
          Look there he is! Black as the ace
          of spades!

                         

                         

                         

                         

          GOLDENROD REV 5-9-12 90.

                         RACIST FAN #1 
          Damn! You believe that? A genuine
          nigger in a Dodger uniform.
          As Rachel winces at his words --

                         BROOKLYN FAN #1
          Shut up and go back to St. Louis!

                         RACIST FAN #1 
          Hey, you got a nigger on your team!

                         BROOKLYN FAN #2
          So what?! He's better than anyone
          you got!

                         RACIST FAN #1 
          Wait'll his cousin wants your job!
          Don't you know nothing?

                         BROOKLYN FAN #1
          Don't you?!

                         RACIST FAN #1 
          He's a nigger! Hey, black boy!
          Rachel stares ahead, tries to maintain. She shows them her
          back, sits up as straight as she can. Her movements heroic.

                         CUT TO:

          152 EXT. EBBETS FIELD - DAY 152

          Jack steps up against the Cardinals. Garagiola, the catcher,
          shouts down to third.

                         GARAGIOLA
          Watch this guy! He can't hit!
          Especially the curve! He can only
          get on base bunting!
          As Jack digs into the box.

                         GARAGIOLA
          Take your time, Robinson, you're
          digging your own grave.
          Big RED MUNGER looks in for the sign.
          Garagiola flashes a sign: ‘1'. Wants it inside.
          Here's the pitch. Inside. Jack just scoots back.

                         

                         

                         

                         

           GOLDENROD REV 5-9-12 90A.

          152A RED BARBER - BOOTH 152A

                         BARBER
          Takes a fastball in on the hands.
          Robinson, who is pitched to a great
          deal that way, uses a thicker
          handle bat than most hitters, just
          because he hits a lot of balls out
          on his hands.

          152B BATTER'S BOX 152B
          Jack edges up closer to the plate.

                         JACK
          What's your average, Joe?

                         GARAGIOLA
          It'd be a lot higher than yours, if
          I could run as fast as you can.

                         JACK
          No matter how fast you run, you'll
          never hit as much as you weigh.
          Garagiola signals for another fastball.

                         GARAGIOLA
          C'mon, Munger! Boy's got a hole in
          his bat!
          Munger throws inside.
          Jack falls back, strokes a double into the gap.

          BARBER'S VOICE
          That one wasn't quite ‘in' enough.
          Robinson punishing the Redbirds
          with a smart piece of hitting.

                         RETURN TO:

          152C EXT. EBBETS FIELD STANDS (BETWEEN FIRST AND HOME) - DAY 152C

           The Brooklyn fans cheer; the Racist fan sulks. The double is 
          little comfort to Rachel who stares ahead, sitting as
          straight up as she can. Willing herself not to cry.

                         CUT TO:

                         

                         

                         

                         

           GOLDENROD REV 5-9-12 91.

                         153 OMITTED 153 

          154 INT. BROOKLYN CITY BUS - DAY 154 

           Jack and Rachel ride home. Forlorn, she stares out.

                          RACHEL
           Oh Jack...

                          JACK
           What is it, Rae?

                          RACHEL
           Nothing. It's just, sometimes when
           I sit up there with those bastards, 
           those loudmouths in the stands, I 
           know you can hear them. 

                          JACK
           Don't worry. It's okay. 

                          RACHEL
           No, it's not okay. And I can hear 
           them, too. 
           Jack looks at her, takes her hand in his. 

                          JACK 
           I know. I'm sorry for that. 
           Rachel squeezes his hand back. 

                          RACHEL 
           We're in it together. When they 
           start in on you, you know what I
           do? I try to sit up as straight. 

                          JACK 
           Yeah? 

                          RACHEL 
           Straight as I can. 

                         (MORE)

                         

                         

                         

                         

          GOLDENROD REV 5-9-12 92.

                         RACHEL (CONT'D)
          I got it in my head that I can
          block it from you, some of it, if I
          sit up straight.
          (a sad smile)
          Isn't that dumb?
          Closing the space between them, he takes her hand.

                         JACK
          It worked. I didn't hear a thing.
          She tries to smiles. As the tears streak her cheeks, he
          leans in kisses her forehead.

                         JACK
          They're just ignorant.

                         RACHEL
          If they knew you, they'd be
          ashamed.
          She puts her arm around him, draws that strength.

                         JACK
           Hold on.

                          RACHEL
           I am holding on.

                          JACK
           Long as we hold on, it'll be okay.

                          CUT TO:

          155 EXT. STANDS - EBBETS FIELD - DAY 155

          WHACK! Rachel and Rickey watch Jack taking batting practice.

                         RICKEY
          You look lovely, Mrs. Robinson.

                         RACHEL
          Thank you.

                         RICKEY
          I don't know how you do it. Every
          day, from the 1st to the 9th.
          Myself? I could pay $100 for a
          suit and in twenty minutes I'd look
          like I fell out of bed. Even my
          shoes look rumpled.
          They watch Jack crack one high off the Schaefer Beer sign.

                         RACHEL
          I used to think Jack was conceited. 

                         

                         

                         

                         

          GOLDENROD REV 5-9-12 93.

                         RICKEY
          Is that so?

                         RACHEL
          It was the very first thing I
          noticed about him.

                         RICKEY
          How did you two meet?

                         RACHEL
          I saw him at a UCLA football game.
          Even in uniform with a helmet on,
          his vanity was awful. It was the 
          way he held his hands on his hips.
          I hated him!

                         (RICKEY LAUGHS)
          And on campus he always wore crisp
          white shirts and I'd think his skin
          is so dark, why would he do that?
          Then I got to know him, his pride
          and confidence, and I realized he
          was showing off his color. I was
          wrong. He wasn't conceited; he was 
          proud. Always, of who and what he 
          is. I'd never met another man like
          that. What about you? How did you
          meet your wife?

                         RICKEY
          Trying to catch her in a race. She
          was the fastest girl in town.
          Beautiful legs. I finally caught
          up; we've been together ever since.
          They sit a moment. Below: Jack nails another one.

                         RICKEY
          I wanted to apologize to you.

                         RACHEL
          For what?

                         RICKEY
          Everything. I can't apologize to
          him. He and I both knew what we
          were getting into. But you. A
          newlywed, trying to blossom a
          marriage under all this pressure.

                         RACHEL
          Don't worry about me. Or us. We
          know who we are.
          Crack. Jack hits another.

                         

                         

                         

                         

          WHITE 3-14-12 94.

                         RICKEY
          Your husband has humbled me. When
          this all began I thought I was
          changing the world and that Jackie
          was my instrument. Can you
          imagine? I wish I could help him,
          but I'm just a spectator.

                         RACHEL
          You help him plenty. Believe me.
          They watch him rip into another pitch.

                         RICKEY
          Is he able to get things off his
          chest? So he doesn't burn up?

                         RACHEL
          Yes. I have to let him have that
          silence at first, let him come to
          me. But he opens up eventually.

                         RICKEY
          Good. It's too much to carry
          inside. Does he have any friends
          on the team?
          (she gives him a look)
          They're spectators, too. They do
          admire him though.
          Rachel looks out to where Reese and Stanky play catch.

                         RACHEL
          Do you think so?

                         RICKEY
          Even the worst of us recognizes
          courage. Moral courage especially.
          I have to think they see it.
          Jackie's a man on trial. He's
          responding with glory and grace.
          No one can take their eyes off him.

                         RACHEL
          He's had himself on trial since the
          day I met him. No man is harder on
          himself or gets to himself worse
          than Jack. But I hope his team-
          mates know, they're on trial too.

                         RICKEY
          I suppose we all are. You're an
          astute woman, Mrs. Robinson.

                         

                         

                         

                         

          GOLDENROD REV 5-9-12 95.

                         RACHEL

                         (LAUGHS)
          I have to be, Mr. Rickey, I'm
          married to a man of destiny. I
          can't let him down.

                         RICKEY 
          If I'd met you first, I wouldn't 
          have looked so long for Jackie. 

                         RACHEL 
          How do you mean? 

                         RICKEY 
          I mean if he was good enough for 
          you, he's certainly good enough for 
          the rest of us. 

                         CUT TO:

          156 INT. PENNOCK'S OFFICE - SHIBE PARK - DAY 156

          Phillie GM HERB PENNOCK at his desk, on the phone.

                         PENNOCK
          Branch, it's Herb.

          157 INT. BRANCH RICKEY'S OFFICE - BROOKLYN - DAY 157


                          RICKEY
           What can I do for you, Herb?

          INTERCUT THE FOLLOWING:

                          PENNOCK
          How long have we known each other?

                         RICKEY
          Twenty years. Maybe more.

                         PENNOCK
          Then trust me when I say,
          Brooklyn's due here tomorrow, but
          you can not bring that Nigger down
          here with the rest of your team.
          Rickey grits his teeth, stays civil.

                         RICKEY
          And why's that, Herb? His name's
          Jackie Robinson by the way.

                         PENNOCK
          We're just not ready for this sort
          of thing in Philadelphia.

                         (MORE)

                         

                         

                         

                         
          GOLDENROD REV 5-9-12 95aA.

                         PENNOCK (CONT'D)
          I'm not sure we'll be able to take
          the field against your team if that
          boy is in uniform.

                         RICKEY
          Herbert, what your team does is
          your decision. But my team is
          coming to Philadelphia. With
          Robinson. If we have to claim the
          game as a forfeit, we will. That's
          9-0 in case you forgot.

                         

                         

                         

                         

          PINK REV 4-19-12 95A.

                         PENNOCK 
          Branch, you've got one helluva hair 
          across your ass on this thing and 
          I, for one, would like to know what 
          you're trying to prove? 

                         RICKEY 
          Do you think God likes baseball? I 
          do. 

                         PENNOCK 
          What the hell does that mean? 

                         RICKEY 
          It means you're going to meet God 
          one day, Herb, and when he inquires 
          why Robinson wasn't on the field in 
          Philadelphia and you answer because 
          he was a Negro, it may not be a 
          sufficient reply. 
          As Rickey hangs up the phone... 

                         CUT TO:

                         

                         

                         

                         

           BLUE REV 4-07-12 96.

                         158 OMITTED 158 

          159 EXT. THE BENJAMIN FRANKLIN HOTEL - DAY 159 

           The Dodger TEAM BUS pulls up. The doors whoosh open; Parrott 
           steps off looking official. As the players start to follow: 
           INSERT: May 9, 1947. Benjamin Franklin Hotel, Philadelphia. 

                          PARROTT 
           Come on, fellas! We have twenty 
           minutes to check in and then get to 
           Shibe! Chop chop. 
           No one is listening as the TEAM DRIVER opens the lower 
           compartment and the players (including Jack) grab their bags. 

                          HOTEL MANAGER 
           Out! Get that bus out of here! 
           The HOTEL MANAGER stalks over, flanked by HOTEL SECURITY. 

                          PARROTT 
           We're the Dodgers. We have a 
           reservation. 

                          HOTEL MANAGER 
           Your team's not welcome, not while 
           you have ballclub Negroes with you. 

                          PARROTT 
           You mean Robinson can't stay here? 

                          HOTEL MANAGER 
           I mean the entire team is refused! 

                          PARROTT 
           We've been staying here ten years. 

                          HOTEL MANAGER 
           And you can stay away that long! 

                          SHOTTEN 
           (last off the bus) 
           Hold on now, let's talk about this. 
           The Hotel Manager jerks his thumb like an umpire. 

                          HOTEL MANAGER 
           Get out! Now, grandpa! 

                          SHOTTEN 
           Grandpa? Hey hold on, you! 
           Security getting between as Shotten and the Manager go at it. 

                         

                         

                         

                         

          BLUE REV 4-07-12 96A.
          Jack is embarrassed, but what can he do? Walker says to no 
          one in particular, but loud enough for Jack to hear:

                         WALKER
          Maybe 42's got enough friends in
          town, we can bunk up.

                         JACK
          What's that supposed to mean?

                         WALKER
          Nothing. It's just, I know when 
          you can't get into a hotel, you got
          people's houses you can stay at.

                         JACK
          What do you want from me, Walker?

                         WALKER
          An apology. 

                         JACK

                         (STEPS FORWARD)
          For what? Places like this? 
          Parrott alarmed at this turn of events. 

                         WALKER 
          For turning this season into a 
          sideshow! I'm a ballplayer; I want 
          to play ball! 

                         JACK 
          So am I! I'm here to win! 

                         WALKER 
          How the hell are we gonna win 
          sleeping on the bus?! 

                         PARROTT 

                         FELLAS -- 

                         JACK 
          It might do you some good the way 
          you're swinging the bat lately. 

                         DIXIE 
          Watch your mouth! 

                         

                         

                         

                         

          PINK REV 4-19-12 97.
          Walker jabs his chest with a finger; Jack bats his hand away.

                         JACK
          Watch your damn hand!
          And they're lunging at each other. Separated by Reese,
          Stanky, Branca and Bragan while other players hold off
          Shotton. Two fights about to break out at the same time.

                         SHOTTEN
          Grandpa?! I'll show you grandpa!
          Parrott summons something deep, lets loose a shrill WHISTLE.

                         PARROTT
          Fellas! Burt! Please! Take the
          bus to the field! Worry about the
          game. I'll find another hotel.

                         CUT TO:

          160 INT. PENNOCK'S OFFICE - SHIBE PARK - DAY 160 

          Ben Chapman sits across from Herb Pennock who flips through
          underlined newspaper reports. Pennock reads one:

                         PENNOCK
          There is a great lynch mob among
          us; they go unhooded and work
          without rope.
          (looks at him)
          That's you, not me.
          (reads some more)
          We must remember that all this
          country's enemies are not beyond
          the frontiers of our home land.

                         CHAPMAN
          Some Jew must've wrote that.

                         PENNOCK
          This doesn't look good, Ben! It
          makes the Phillies, look racist!
          You've got to do something.

                         CHAPMAN
          Me?!

                         CUT TO:

                         

                         

                         

                         

           GOLDENROD REV 5-9-12 98.

          161 INT. VISITOR'S LOCKER ROOM - SHIBE PARK - NIGHT 161

           ON PARROTT. He's trying to work up the nerve for something. 
           Finally, he comes around the corner where Jack sits at his 
          locker talking to Smith. 

                         PARROTT
          Jackie, excuse me, um, a request 
          came in. The Phillies manager Ben
          Chapman, he'd like his photo taken 
          with you.
          Jack pretends to sniff the air around Parrott.

                         JACK
          You been drinking, Harold?

                         PARROTT
          Mr. Rickey thinks it's a good idea.
          He says it'll be in every sports
          page in the country. An example
          that'll show everyone even the most
          hardened man can change.

                         JACK
          Chapman hasn't changed. He's just
          trying to take the heat off.

                         PARROTT
          Mr. Rickey says it doesn't matter
          if he's changed. As long as it
          looks like he's changed. Chapman 
          said he'd come down here. Or meet 
          you in the runway. 
          As Jack slow burns...

                         SMITH 
          See the ball come in slow. See the 
          photo come in slower. 

                         JACK 

                         (TO PARROTT) 
          Tell him on the field. Where 
          everyone can see him.
          As Parrott smiles; he's done it. 

                         PARROT 
          Perfect. 

                         CUT TO:

                         

                         

                         

                         

           GOLDENROD REV 5-9-12 98A.

          162 EXT. HOME PLATE - SHIBE PARK - NIGHT 162

          Chapman and Jack stand side-by-side facing the PRESS.
          Chapman makes a little speech. Hypocrisy at its best.

                         CHAPMAN
          Jackie's been accepted in baseball
          and the Philadelphia organization
          wish him all the luck we can. I
          only hope in some small way our
          trial of fire... helped him along.
          Jack looks at him: Did he just say that?

                         

                         

                         

                         

          GREEN REV 4-27-12 99.

                         PHOTOGRAPHER
          How about a picture? Shake hands.
          Bury the hatchet?

                         JACK
          You want a picture? Sure.
          Jack steps to the on-deck circle, grabs a BASEBALL BAT.
          Chapman's eyes widen as he starts toward him with it.

                         JACK
          (low to Chapman)
          We'll hold the bat. That way we
          don't have to touch skin.
          Chapman nods, looks relieved. A photographer hands over a
          bat. Chapman has two hands on the handle. Jack puts one
          hand on the barrel, the other stays on his hip.

                         JACK
          Ben, I hope all your friends back
          home like the picture.
          Jack smiles as the flashbulbs go off. Chapman looks dumb.

                         DIXIE WALKER
           By the dugout with Stanky, watches in disbelief. 

                          WALKER
           Carl, I swear, I never thought I'd
           see ol' Ben eat shit like that.

                          CUT TO:

          163 EXT. FORBES FIELD - PITTSBURGH - DAY 163

          FRITZ OSTERMUELLER on the mound. He takes a long look in at
          Jack, at his catcher KLUTTZ who flicks his thumb: ‘Hit him.'
          INSERT: May 17, 1947. Pittsburgh.
          Here it comes. All Jack has time to do is cover his face to
          lessen the blow. Beaned in the head, he goes down in a heap.
          Branca leads the Dodger players out onto the field. The
          UMPIRES move to head them off. Pirates as well. Kirby
          Higbe, now in a Pirate uniform, claps his hands pleased.

                         BRANCA
          (in his face)
          Ostermeuller, you kraut! You gotta
          bat, too! Don't you forget!

                         OSTERMUELLER
          I'm ready, you Wop bastard!

                         

                         

                         

                         

          PINK REV 4-19-12 99A.

                         BRANCA 
          It's gonna come right between your 
          eyes! Like a Kamikaze! 

                         OSTERMUELLER 

                         (RE: JACK) 
          For him!? He doesn't belong here! 

                         BRANCA 
          You don't belong here! Go home to 
          Goering and Shmelling! 

                         OSTERMUELLER 
          Make me, you goddamn dago! 

                         

                         

                         

                         

          WHITE 3-14-12 100.
          As an UMPIRE gets between them, Jack sits up. He's okay.

                         CUT TO:

          164 INT. BRANCH RICKEY'S OFFICE - BROOKLYN - DAY 164

          Rickey looks up as Reese enters. He holds a LETTER.

                         RICKEY
          What can I do for you, Pee Wee?

                         REESE
          Well, Mr. Rickey, it's like this,
          the series in Cincinnati next week.

                         RICKEY
          It's an important road trip, we're
          only three games out of first.

                         REESE
          Yes, sir. You know, I'm from
          Kentucky.

                         RICKEY
          Cincinnati's nearly a home game for
          you.

                         REESE
          I got this letter, sir. I guess
          some people aren't too happy about
          me playing with Robinson.
          Rickey is not liking where this is going; he motions for the
          letter, scans it, reads the highlights...

                         RICKEY
          Nigger lover. Watch yourself. We
          will get you, carpetbagger.
          (holds it out)
          Typical stuff.
          Reese takes the letter back, a little hurt.

                         REESE
          It's not typical to me.

                         RICKEY
          How many of these letters have you
          gotten, Pee Wee?

                         REESE
          Just this. Ain't that enough?
          Rickey looks Reese over a moment. Pushing back his chair he
          steps over to a filing cabinet.

                         

                         

                         

                         

          WHITE 3-14-12 101.
          Motioning Reese to join him, he pulls open a drawer, pulls
          out a 4-inch stack of flattened letters, then another, then a
          third. He looks to Reese.

          REESE (CONT'D)
          What are those?

                         RICKEY
          I'll tell you what they aren't,
          they aren't letters from the Jackie
          Robinson fan club. Here --
          He thrusts a sheaf of it into Reese's hands. As Reese flips
          through the stack of hate, reads:

                         REESE
          Get out of baseball, or your baby
          boy will die.

                         (NEXT ONE)
          Quit baseball or your Nigger wife
          will be...
          Reese trails off, won't say it out loud. Skips to another.

          REESE (CONT'D)
          Get out of the game or be killed.
          He looks at one more, reacts to the vitriol, but does not
          utter it. Reese looks back at Rickey, shocked.

          REESE (CONT'D)
          Does Jackie know?

                         RICKEY
          Of course he knows. And the FBI.
          They're taking a threat in
          Cincinnati pretty seriously. So
          excuse me if I'm not too shocked at
          you being called a carpetbagger.
          You should be proud of it!

                         REESE
          We'd just like to play ball, Mr.
          Rickey. That's all we want to do.

                         RICKEY
          I understand. I bet Jackie just
          wants to play ball. I bet he wishes
          he wasn't leading the league in hit
          by pitch. I bet he wishes people
          didn't want to kill him. But the
          world isn't so simple anymore. I'm
          not sure it ever was. We just,
          baseball ignored it. Now we can't.

                         

                         

                         

                         

           GOLDENROD REV 5-9-12 102.

                          REESE

                          (QUIET)
           Yes, Sir. I gotta get to practice.

                          CUT TO:

          A 10-YEAR OLD BOY 165 165
           In the stands. Freckled, cute. Looking at the men around
           him, his own FATHER SHOUTING at Jack as the Dodgers take the 
           field (the Reds coming off it). 
           Jack headed for first. Pee Wee out to short. 

                          FRECKLES
           Nigger!
           (then...)
          We don't want you here!
          INSERT: Crosley Field, Cincinnati, June 21, 1947.

          RED BARBER'S VOICE 
          Cincinnati fans expressing their
          displeasure as the Dodgers take the
          field. Jackie Robinson at first.
          The Brat Eddie Stanky at second.
          Spider Jorgensen at third. And the
          captain Pee Wee Reese at shortstop.

                         (A BEAT)
          Ask any man and they'll tell you
          that the Gillette Superspeed razor
          is a honey. Maybe the sweetest
          shaving razor you'll ever use.

                         166 OMITTED 166

                         167 OMITTED 167

                         

                         

                         

                         

           BLUE REV 4-07-12 103.

          168 EXT. INFIELD - CROSLEY FIELD - DAY 168

           Jack reaches first, throws the ball around the infield. Many 
          in the crowd beyond rise to jeer and heap abuse. COON!
          SHINE! Jack tries to let it wash over him.
          At short, Reese receives the ball, moves to throw to first
          when he pauses. Deciding, he suddenly moves to trot across
          the diamond until he's alongside Jack.

                         JACK
          What's up?
          Now cries of CARPETBAGGER! cut through. PEE WEE, HOW CAN YOU
          PLAY WITH THIS BLACK BASTARD!? Reese stares up at the worst
          hecklers along the first base line. He looks a little sad.

                         REESE
          They can say what they want; we're
          here to play baseball.

                         JACK
          Just a bunch of crackpots still
          fighting the Civil War.

                         REESE
          Hell, we'd a won that son of a gun
          if the cornstalks had held out. We
          just ran out of ammunition.
          Jack laughs. Reese has a funny way of saying it.

                         JACK
          Better luck next time, Pee Wee.
          Reese impulsively puts his arm around Jack's shoulder, stares
          into the Cincy dugout.

                         REESE
          Ain't gonna be a next time. All we
          got is right now. This right here.
          Know what I mean?
          Walker reacting out in right. The crowd shuts down, some in
          shock at the gesture. Jack surprised also.

          REESE (CONT'D)
          Thank you, Jackie.

                         JACK
          What're you thanking me for?

                         REESE
          I've got family here from
          Louisville. Up there somewhere. I
          need ‘em to know who I am.

                         

                         

                         

                         

          YELLOW REV 4-24-12 104.
          Jack moved by Pee Wee's gesture, can't find the words.

          RED BARBER'S VOICE 
          Robinson and Reese conferring at 
          first. Maybe discussing an infield 
          shift on Baumholtz. 

                         UMPIRE
          Hey! Number one! You playing ball
          or socializing?

                         REESE
          Playing ball, ump! Playing ball!

                         (TO JACK)
          Maybe tomorrow we'll all wear 42.
          That way they won't be able to tell
          us apart.
          Reese heads for short. Jack pounds his fist in his glove.

                         CUT TO:

                         169 OMITTED 169

                         170 OMITTED 170

          171 INT. TRAIN - ENROUTE TO NEW YORK - DAY 171

          Jack playing Gin Rummy with Branca, Reese and Wendell Smith.

                         BRANCA
          (to Smith; teasing)
          You ever write about white guys in
          your paper? I mean, if I threw a
          no hitter and Jackie got a base
          hit, what would the headline be?

                         SMITH
          Jackie leads Dodgers to victory.
          Again. Under that: white Italian
          guy does ok.
          They all laugh.

                         REESE
          I'd call your folks for ya, Ralph.
          Tell ‘em how you did.

                         BRANCA
          No problem. It'll still make the
          Post.
          They play their hands as they talk.

                         

                         

                         

                         

          YELLOW REV 4-24-12 105.

                         REESE
          We are on some kind of winning
          streak, huh boys? And I don't mean
          cards.

                         BRANCA
          Hey, maybe forty of our last fifty.

                         SMITH
          Thirty-two and fifteen actually.
          Since the 4th of July.

                         BRANCA
          Math is why I throw a baseball for
          a living.

                         REESE
          This next series against the
          Cardinals, it's a big one.
          They look over at Jack who hasn't said a word. It's his
          play. He lays his cards down. Deadpan as he wins the hand.

                         JACK
          Gin.

           RED BARBER'S VOICE 
           The top of the 11th inning, all 
           tied at 2. For those of you just 
           tuning in, how did we get here? 

                          CUT TO: 

          A172 JACK AT BAT A172 
           Jack strokes a DOUBLE over Stanky's head as Stanky breaks off 
           second for third. 

           RED BARBER'S VOICE 
           It's been double trouble as 
           Robinson knocked in Stanky with a 
           double in the third... 

          B172 DIXIE WALKER AT BAT B172 
           Walker strokes a DOUBLE over Stanky's head as Stanky breaks 
           off second for third. 

           RED BARBER'S VOICE 
           ...And Dixie Walker did the same 
           with a double in the eighth. 

                         

                         

                         

                         

           GOLDENROD REV 5-9-12 105A.

          172 EXT. EBBETS FIELD - DAY 172

          ENOS SLAUGHTER steps in for St. Louis. Hugh Casey on the
          mound for Brooklyn. Slaughter looks fiercely determined.

          RED BARBER'S VOICE
          It wasn't enough as the Cardinals
          tied it with two of their own in
          the top of the ninth. This game is
          crucial to the Red Birds. They're
          five games out, the Dodgers having
          not relinquished first place sine
          June 30th.
          Casey throws a pitch. Inside, a ball.
          INSERT: August 20, 1947. Brooklyn.

          RED BARBER'S VOICE
          Slaughter takes ball one low.
          Casey in his second inning of
          relief. This game is tighter than
          a new pair of shoes on a rainy day.
          Slaughter hitless in four trips as 
          Casey goes into his wind-up. 
          Slaughter swings, hits a hard ground ball right at Reese who
          fires over to Jack at first. Slaughter is out by fifteen
          feet, but he never slows down. And his foot comes down --
          -- High on Jack's right calf. Slaughter's spiked him
          something wicked. Jack goes down in a heap clutching his
          leg, blood already seeping through his high socks.
          Slaughter, head down, on his way to the visitor's dugout as
          Dodger players pour out of their own to protest. As the UMP
          raises his hands, motions them all back... Jack pulls up his
          sock, a bloody mess. Stanky looks to Casey.

                         

                         

                         

                         

          WHITE 3-14-12 106.

                         STANKY
          Next batter, throw right at his
          head. Clean his clock --

                         JACK

                         (FIERCE)
          Just get him out. Understand?
          Game's too important.
          As Casey nods, Jack reaches up to Stanky and Reese.
          They pull him to his feet. Jack looks, finds Rachel in the
          stands. As he gives her a little wave: ‘I'm okay.'

                         CUT TO:

                         173 WHITEY KUROWSKI 173
          A big Cardinal slugger at bat. Casey pitching.

                         BARBER'S VOICE
          The top of the 12th and Kurowski at
          the plate. He hit his 20th home
          run on Monday so Casey's going to
          want to be careful with him.
          The pitch grooves in and Kurowski nails it.

          BARBER'S VOICE (CONT'D)
           Oh dear. There goes number 21.

                          CUT TO:

          174 SCOREBOARD - EBBETS FIELD 174
          The Cardinals leading 3-2 going into the bottom of the 12th.

                         175 JACK 175
          The stadium electric as Jack steps in, his left leg bloody.
          He takes an inside pitch at the knees. Bastards!
          Here comes the next one. WHACK - He singles hard up the
          middle, nearly takes the pitcher's head off.

                         FIRST BASE
          He rounds hard, returns to the bag. Reiser stepping up to
          the plate as Musial holds Jack on at first. Jack in a fury.

                         JACK
          I don't care what happens, I don't
          care what kind of play it is, when
          I get to second I'm gonna knock
          someone into centerfield.

                         

                         

                         

                         

          YELLOW REV 4-24-12 107.

                         MUSIAL
          (glances at blood)
          I don't blame you, man, you got
          every right.
          Jack running on the pitch. Reiser bunts. The play is to
          first. Reiser is out and Jack slides safe into second.
          SCHOENDIENST has the sense to vacate before he gets there.

                         JACK
          Bouncing up and down, wearing that badge of potential
          violence and action. The crowd buzzing, the electricity
          practically hits you in the face. Jack's going to score.

                         RICKEY
          Coming up out of his seat along with the fans around him.

                         JACK
          Walker at bat. Jack steps out, checks on MARION the
          shortstop. He takes another step out, looks to Schoendienst.

                          RED BARBER 
           (over it all) 
           Munger sets. Robbie back and forth 
           off second. The third bag clearly 
           in his sights. Oh, and Munger 
           deals a pick off throw to Marion at 
           second and Robinson is out! 
           Marion breaks for the bag and Munger turns and fires a 
           strike. Marion brings down the tag -- Out! 
           He is and he knows it. The crowd stunned into silence. Jack 
           frozen a moment, head down, furious with himself. Low.

           BARBER'S VOICE
           The Cardinals pick up a game. It 
           was one of those plays where you do
           or you don't and Jackie didn't.

                          CUT TO:

          176 INT. TRAINER'S TABLE - DODGER CLUBHOUSE - DAY 176

           Jack on his stomach as STITCHES are sewn into his leg.
          REPORTERS in front of him.

                          REPORTER ONE
           Did he spike you on purpose?

                          

                         

                         

                         

                         

          YELLOW REV 4-24-12 107A.

                         JACK 
          You saw the play. I had my foot 
          inside the bag. He was out by a 
          mile. But he kept coming. 

                         REPORTER TWO 
          Slaughter said it was an accident. 

                         JACK
          What are you asking me for then?

                         REPORTER TWO
          Are you calling Slaughter a liar?

                         

                         

                         

                         

          CHERRY REV 6-11-12 108.
          This guy's a real jerk. Rickey arrives, a BASEBALL in hand.

                         RICKEY
          Get out. Let me talk to my first
          baseman. Go. He's getting
          stitched up for Pete's sake.
          The reporters move off for other interviews. Reporter Two
          hesitant to let it go, finally drifts off. Rickey watches.

                         RICKEY
          Sticking up for yourself is what
          you'd expect of any man. Some find
          it galling to see it in a Negro.

                         JACK
          I'm sorry, Mr. Rickey.

                         RICKEY
          Sorry? Sorry for what?

                         JACK
          I lost my cool out there. It
          probably cost us the game.

                         RICKEY
          I told you, Jackie, all the best
          base runners get caught sometimes.

                         JACK
          I wasn't thinking.
          Rickey pulls up a chair sits across from him, leans in.

                         RICKEY
          Do you know what I saw this
          morning? I was passing a sandlot
          and a little white boy was up to
          bat. You know what he was doing?

                         JACK
          Sitting on a fastball?

                         RICKEY
           He was pretending he was you. 
           Wiping his hands on his pants, 
           swinging with his arms outstretched 
           like you do. A little white boy 
           pretending he was a black man. 

                          CUT TO:

                         177 OMITTED 177 

                         

                         

                         

                         

           CHERRY REV 6-11-12 109.

          178 INT. TRAINER'S TABLE - DODGER CLUBHOUSE - DAY 178 

          The two men, who have done so much, looking each other over.

                         JACK
          Why are you doing this, Mr. Rickey?

                         RICKEY
          We had victory over fascism in
          Germany; it's time for victory over
          racism at home.

                         JACK
          Why are you doing this? Come on
          now.
          A long moment between them. Finally, Rickey looks away.

                         RICKEY
          I love this game. I love baseball.
          I've given my life to it. Forty
          odd years ago I was a player coach
          at Ohio Wesleyan University. We
          had a Negro catcher, best hitter on
          the team. Charley Thomas.
          Rickey starts slowly rubbing the baseball in his hands.

                         RICKEY
          A fine young man. I saw him laid
          low. Broken because of the color
          of his skin and I didn't do enough
          to help. I told myself I did, but
          I didn't. The game I loved had
          something unfair at the heart of
          it. I ignored it. But a time came
          when I could no longer do that.

                         (LOOKS UP)
          You let me love baseball again.
          Thank you.
          Jack's eyes gentle on Rickey's.

                         JACK
          You're welcome.

                         

                         

                         

                         

          GOLDENROD REV 5-9-12 110.
          Rickey fighting back tears now, retreats to his more 
          confident self. 

                         RICKEY
          You're a force of nature, Jackie,
          you've complicated everything but
          yourself. You're changing the
          world, and refusing to let it
          change you. I for one am in awe.
          Jack reaches, takes the baseball from him. A beat as they
          consider each other. Finally, a promise... 

                         JACK
          I won't get picked off second base
          again. Not this year.

                         CUT TO:

                         179 OMITTED 179

                         180 OMITTED 180

                         181 OMITTED 181

                         182 OMITTED 182

                         

                         

                         

                         

           GOLDENROD REV 5-9-12 111.

                         183 OMITTED 183

          184 INT. BEDROOM - 526 MACDONOUGH STREET - BROOKLYN - DAY 184

          It's early. Rachel watches from bed as Jack finishes
          packing. She looks sad.
          Jack looks into the cradle at Jackie Jr..

                         JACK
          It's pop's last long road trip of
          the year, little man.

                         RACHEL
          Careful you don't wake him.

                         JACK
          I know. I won't.

                         (LOOKS OVER)
          You okay?

                         RACHEL
          I don't like seeing you leave,
          that's all.
          He looks at her a beat, resumes packing... 

                         JACK
          I'll be home in a week.

                         RACHEL
          Eleven days. That's a long time 
          without you. 
          He doesn't answer, packs away. Finally: 

                         RACHEL 
          Try not to lunge at the plate. 

                         JACK
          Seriously?

                         RACHEL
          That's why they're throwing the
          fastballs inside.
          He looks at her, a little shocked.

                         

                         

                         

                         

          DBL. BLUE REV 7-9-12 112.

                         RACHEL
          Fight those inside fastballs off,
          foul them back. Sooner or later
          they won't be able to help but
          throw a curve.
          He steps to the bed, leans over her.

                         JACK
          And what'll happen then?
          She clucks a 'hit' sound, makes an 'ahhhhhh' crowd sound.

                         JACK
          We win enough of these next games
          and we'll bring home the pennant.

                         RACHEL
          Pennant? Where are we going to put
          a pennant? All these baby diapers
          hanging everywhere.
          Jack looks around the room, at the diapers hanging.

                         JACK
          We got room right over there.
          Between number one and number two.
          She mock grimaces at his bad joke.

                         RACHEL
          Win one if you have to, but bring
          yourself home; that'll be plenty.
          They kiss.

                         JACK
          Rae, you're in my heart.

                         RACHEL
          Promise me you'll come home. That
          you'll always come home.
          As he looks at all he loves in the world...

                         JACK
           I promise.

                          CUT TO:

          184A EXT. MACDONOUGH STREET - BROOKLYN - DAY 184A 

           Jack exits MacDonough Street apartment building and makes his 
           way down the street. 

                         185 OMITTED 185

                         

                         

                         

                         

           BUFF REV 5-29-12 113-114.

                         186 OMITTED 186

                         187 OMITTED 187

                         188 OMITTED 188

          188A EXT. SPORTSMAN PARK - ST. LOUIS - DAY 188A

           A CARDINAL RUNNER on second. Jackie holding another RUNNER
           on first as the St. Louis crowd ROARS.

           BARBER'S VOICE 
           2 on 2 out for the Cardinals in the 
           eighth. Anxious moments now as 
           they've cut the Dodger lead to 2. 
           Nippy Jones up. Musial taking his 
           place on deck. Jones likes to 
           punch that ball when he swings. 
          Insert: September 13, 1947.
          Casey on the mound receives the ball. Pounds his glove.

                         JACK
          Come on, Casey, get him out! Pitch
          that ball!

           BARBER'S VOICE 
           The outfield is deep, shaded toward 
           left. Robinson holding the runner 
           on first. Here comes Casey with 
           the pitch -- 
           Jones swings, pops it up. 

                          BARBER 
           It's popped up foul toward first. 
           Should be out of play. But here 
           comes Robinson, he's coming hard -- 

                         189 OMITTED 189 

                         190 OMITTED 190 

                         191 OMITTED 191 

                         192 OMITTED 192 

                         

                         

                         

                         

           BUFF REV 5-29-12 115.

                          CUT TO: 

          193 EXT. SPORTSMAN PARK - ST. LOUIS - DAY 193

          Jack chasing down the foul, headed right for the open steps
          of his own dugout. He never considers the peril as he
          CATCHES THE BALL and his left foot comes down onto nothing --
          BRANCA LEAPS forward, tackles Jack back onto the infield.

                         BARBER'S VOICE
          He's got it! And one of the
           Dodgers has him! 

                          CUT TO:

                         194 OMITTED 194 

                         195 OMITTED 195 

          196 INT. VISITOR'S LOCKER ROOM - SPORTSMAN PARK - DAY 196 


           BARBER'S VOICE 
           The Dodgers closing in on the 
           Pennant as they'll leave St. Louis 
           for Cincinnati and a three game 
           series with the Reds. 
          Jack sits in his grass stained pants after the game. Most of
          the guys are in the shower. Branca, a towel around his
          waist, is headed there himself. The sight of Jack stops him.

                         BRANCA
          Can I ask you something, Jackie?
          How come you never shower until
          everyone else is done?
          Jack just stares at him. Branca won't let it drop.

                         BRANCA
          You shy or something?

                         JACK
          I don't want to make anyone
          uncomfortable.

                         

                         

                         

                         

          BUFF REV 5-29-12 116.

                         BRANCA
          We're a team. On a hot streak.
          Half the wins on account of you.
          You're the bravest guy I ever saw.
          You're leading us and you're afraid
          to take a shower?
          A beat as Jack considers him. Stone-faced.

                         BRANCA
          C'mon. Take a shower with me.

                         (A BEAT)
           Hey, I don't mean it like that.

                          CUT TO:

                         197 SHOWERS 197
          The Dodgers showering, guys chattering. Suddenly, there's
          Branca and Jack at the shower entrance. All eyes look over.
          Branca enters. Then Jack. A beat and everyone goes back to
          getting clean. It's no big deal. Except...
          Dixie Walker looks to the floor, shakes his head. Finally,
          quietly, he leaves. Who's the loneliest man on the team now?

                         CUT TO:

          198 INT. BRANCH RICKEY'S OFFICE - BROOKLYN - DAY 198

          As the phone rings, Rickey grabs it. On edge.
          INSERT: September 16, 1947

                         RICKEY
          Rickey here.

          199 INTERCUT WITH PARROTT 199
           On a payphone in the CROSLEY FIELD CONCOURSE.

                          PARROTT
           We did it, Boss! We did it! We
           swept Cincinnati! That puts us 
           seven games up. 
          Joyous, Rickey grabs a sheet showing the NL standings.

                         RICKEY
          And eliminates the Giants and 
          Boston.
          He puts an ‘X' through Boston and the Giants. The rest of
          the NL are already crossed out. Only the Cardinals remain.
          At the same time, Parrott X's the same out on his notebook.

                         

                         

                         

                         

          DBL. BLUE REV 7-9-12 117.

                         RICKEY
          We'd have to lose nearly every game
          for the Cardinals to catch us now.
          One more win may do it. Who's
          pitching tomorrow for the Pirates?

                         PARROTT
           Ostermueller.

                          CUT TO:

          199A EXT. MACDONOUGH STREET - BROOKLYN - DAY 199A 

           Rachel walks pushing Jackie Junior in his stroller. As she 
           moves, the RADIO BROADCAST of the Dodgers' game can be heard 
           from one house to the next. In a gap, a passing car picks it 
           up and we hear it from the window. Then another house. 

          BARBER'S VOICE
          A very big game today here in
          Pittsburgh. A win and the Dodgers
          will have clinched the National
          League Pennant.

                         CUT TO:

          199B EXT. EBBETS FIELD - DAY 199B

          Branch Rickey alone in the stadium. The field empty as he
          listens to the call of the game over the PA.

                         BARBER'S VOICE
          Fritz Ostermueller on the mound.
          He's 12 and 8 on the season.

          200 EXT. FORBES FIELD - PITTSBURGH - DAY 200

          INSERT: September 17, 1947. Pittsburgh.
          Ostermueller on the rubber. Staring in at Jack.

                         OSTERMUELLER
          You don't belong! You'll never
          belong!
          Jack waits. Ostermueller pitches.

          BARBER'S VOICE
          Here comes the pitch and Robinson
          takes outside. Ball one.

          200A RACHEL - ON MACDONOUGH STREET 200A 
          Listening as --

                         

                         

                         

                         

          DBL. WHITE REV 6-28-12 117A.

          BARBER'S VOICE
          Ostermueller winds and throws, low
          and away ball two. Fritz seems to
          be pitching around Jackie. Or
          trying to get him to chase.

                         RACHEL
           Come on. Throw him a strike.

                          CUT TO:

          200B EXT. FORBES FIELD - PITTSBURGH - DAY 200B

          Shakes off one sign, then nods at the next. Throws the ball
          well outside. Another pitch outside. “Ball Three!”

          BARBER'S VOICE
          3 and 0 now. Robinson waiting on
          something he can swing on.
          As catcher Kluttz throws it back...

                         JACK
          Give me something I can hit!

                         (TO HIMSELF)
          What are you afraid of?

                         OSTERMUELLER
          You want it?!

                         (TO HIMSELF)
          Careful what you wish for boy...
          Ostermueller nods at the sign. Jack about to slay the dragon
          as the pitch comes in - WHACK! The ball is going for a ride.

          BARBER'S VOICE
          That is a deep fly ball to left.
          Kiner on his horse, but I don't
          think he'll get there.

          200C EBBETS FIELD 200C
          Rickey standing, looking up like he can see it.

          BARBER'S VOICE
          Back, back, back and oh doctor!
          Robinson got his pitch!

                         CUT TO:

          200D FORBES FIELD 200D
          The ball sails out: HOME RUN! Ostermueller hangs his head.

                         

                         

                         

                         

           DBL. WHITE REV 6-28-12 117B.

          200E INT. MACDONOUGH STREET APARTMENT - BROOKLYN - DAY 200E 

           Rachel listening, smiling as CHEERS sound from outside the 
           apartment. We hear the sound of car horns on the street. 

          200F JACK 200F
          He runs toward first and we run with him. The smile starts
          somewhere in his body. His heart most likely. By the time
          it reaches his face, his joy has erupted. The weight of the
          world starting to drop.

                         

                         

                         

                         

           TAN REV 6-25-12 118.

                         201 PIRATES DUGOUT 201
           Kirby Higbe who watches Robinson round the bases in disgust.

                          HIGBE
           Pittsburgh...

                         202 JACKIE ROBINSON 202
           Nears second on his home run trot. Even the Pittsburgh crowd
           starting to applaud him.

                          CUT TO:

                         203 OMITTED 203

          203A EBBETS FIELD 203A
           Rickey absorbing the moment. It's almost too much. 

                         204 JACKIE ROBINSON 204
          Rounding second and headed for third. The weight of the
          world somehow lifting. They gave him one he could hit.

                         CUT TO:

                         

                         

                         

                         

           DBL. BLUE REV 7-9-12 119.

                         205 OMITTED 205

                         206 42 206
           We're tight on Jack's back as he heads for home at Forbes
           Field. 90 feet away... 75...

          207 WENDELL SMITH IN THE STANDS 207
           Finally inspired to type: T-h-a-n-k y-o-u, J-a-c-k-i-e.

                         208 JACKIE ROBINSON 208
           Nearing home. About to step on the plate. He closes his
           eyes as well and --

           WE CUT TO:

          209 EXT. 526 MACDONOUGH STREET - BROOKLYN - DAY 209 

           Rachel all alone on the sidewalk looking up and down the 
           street. And suddenly there he is... Jack, scooting between 
           two cars, hurrying to her. And they're in each others arms. 

                          JACK 
           I'm home. 

                          RACHEL 
           Safe. 

                          (RE: HOUSE) 
           The baby's sleeping so don't you 
           make a sound. 
           He makes to button his lips. 

                          RACHEL 
           Stay just like that. 
           She kisses him. And kisses him. And he kisses her back. As 
           they finally head inside, we let them go. And as we're left 
           looking down the street, a crawl begins: 

                         

                         

                         

                         

          BLUE REV 4-07-12 120.

          Branch Rickey was elected to the Hall of Fame in 1967. 

          Pee Wee Reese was elected to the Hall of Fame in 1984.

          Bobby Bragan retired the following year and became a manager
          in the Dodger minor leagues. He is credited with mentoring
          several African American minor league players.

          Wendell Smith became the first African-American sportswriter 
          to join the Baseball Writers Association in 1948.

          Ben Chapman was fired in 1948 and never managed again.

          Eddie Stanky went on to manage the St. Louis Cardinals, the 
          Chicago White Sox and the Texas Rangers. 

          Ralph Branca lives and works in Rye, New York. 

          Dixie Walker was traded the following season to Pittsburgh.

          Ed Charles grew up to become a professional baseball player.

          He won the World Series in 1969 with the Miracle Mets.

          Rachel Robinson splits her time between Connecticut and
          Manhattan where she runs the Jackie Robinson Foundation.

          Jackie Robinson was named Major League Rookie of the Year in 
          1947. He won the World Series in 1955 against the New York 
          Yankees, stealing home in Game One. He was elected to the 
          Baseball Hall of Fame in 1962. 

          We end on a montage of Jackie Robinson Day in present time.
          Every year in April, all MLB players wear the number 42 as a
          reminder of Jackie's accomplishments on and off the field.

          The number 42 is the only number retired by all of baseball.
 
          We see 42s leaving their dugouts, 42s at bat, 42s in the
          field, 42s signing autographs, 42s stealing bases, 42s lined
          up for the National Anthem.

          FREEZE FRAME on a 42.

          The End.

                         

                         

                         

                         

                         
 


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Writers :   Brian Helgeland
Genres :   Drama


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