Triple Play

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Triple Play

Synopsis:
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4 young African-American men grow up in the mean streets of New Jersey were boosting cars, hip hop culture and fast women are the life. This is the story of their struggle to get out of the game/life before it pulls them in too far. The story is set in East Orange, New Jersey. The year is 2001.

The characters are:
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<b>Tercell(nickname: Terse)</b>-"The Brains" a soulful weed smokin', hip hop, computer geek with dread locks. St' Johns University drop out, busted for hacking the schools mainframe computer. (age 22)

<b>Black</b> -"The Muscle" of the group. A bald head thugged out nigga who is always looking for a fight! Down for kicking a niggas ass even on Easter Sunday. (age 21)

<b>Mondi(pronounced: Mon-dee)</b> -"The Fuck Up" always has good intentions, but seems to fuck up all the time. Cousin to Black. Black protects him because they are family. (age 20)

<b>Rome</b>-"The Lady Killer" always dressed to impress. Deep velvet voice and the charm to go with it. A true Billy Dee Williams clone. (age 22)

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The door opens - Rome steps confidently into the room. The change in his appearance is breathtaking. A full length maxi cashmere coat is draped over his shoulders. He's wearing a "Steve Harvey" style suit, and a pair of Gators to match.

Tercell: Dayum nigga! Who the fuck you trying to be tonight? (Laughing) You look like Superfly or some mutherfuckin' body.

Rome: Nigga please, it's Saturday night and I told yo crazy ass that I was headed to Manhattin' to meet Tracey Bosten. You know the fly ass sistah that is the new branch manager at the 1st Bank of Harlem?

Tercell: Oh, you mean honey we saw in Essence magazine and shit?

Rome: Yeah, nigga..after you showed me that article, I whent down there and got the digits and now it's on and poppin'. after I hit it a few times, she gonna be like "Rome, here's the keys to the crib, boo". We are this close to me getting the access codes to the loot.

Tercell: Rome, that's what I like about you, you work fast, my nigga!. Just get me the access codes and let me do my thing....

[Tastey]

He is wearing loose fitting Levi jeans a wife beater, and old Timberlands. He walks in carrying a gym bag with Mondi closely behind.

Black: Whaz up playas...(he notices Rome's suit) Damn Nigga you must think you the REAL Romeo tonight...whose the unlucky B*tch? (laughing)

Rome: Fuck you Nigga...this suit is about to get us ALL paid so you can shut the fuck up. :cool: Where ya'll two been the gym? (he says looking at the bag in blacks hand)

Black: Naw Nigga....ain't no gym clothes in here. He unzips the bag and pulls out a gun.

Tercell: Nigga what the fuck is that for? What kind of bullshet you trying to bail Mondi out of this time?

Mondi: Well fellas...it's easy to explain you see...

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Mondi: (looking at Rome) you know Tonya Jackson?

Rome: (smirking) Yeah, ain't that that TALL REDBONE sistah you been trying to fuck since high school?

Mondi: (cheesin) Yeah, well, today, I was at Jones Park playing ball and Tonya was there to see me play....Yo! and she was lookin' mad HOT son!

Rome, you should have been there, I was clowning these niggas from Newark. We were up like 15 points and shit! So, I'm pulling out all the stops on these kids, I'm basically shakin' em out they muvfuckin' shoes right?

Then, I get this sweet half court "alley oop" from my boy Lenox, they call the nigga "Tha Pastor", cause all he do is preach to niggas on the court...

Tercell: (rolling his eyes) Yeah, yeah nigga, get to the fuicking point!

Rome: (laughing) Yeah, is this a long story and shit, cause I gotta go meet this honey uptown Manhattin'..

Black (interupts)...Why don't yall niggas shut the fuck up and let the nigga finish? Naw, fuck it I'll tell you what happened shit!

.....After the nigga got the fuckin' "alley oop" from Lenox, he dunked on one of them kids and Tonya started hoopin and hollerin in the stands and the kid turned around and said some shit like "SHUT UP BITCH!!"...then you know what happened next, right??.. they wanna fight and so Mondi, Lenox and them niggas got with these kids and fucked em up.

Now these kids gunnin for Mondi, but what they don't know is......

[Tastey]

Rome: (interupting) What they don't know is that ya'll mothaphuckas is crazy! Sh*t Black!...what exactly do you plan on doing now?

Black: Nothin...I just want to be prepared just in case some shet pops off. That's all. You know I ain't no mothaphuckin punk if a Nigga even think about phucking with my FAM he's gonna get a ass full of lead.

Rome: This is all very interesting but I gots to run...Tracey is waiting and if I play it right...I can tap dat ass tonite.

Tercell: Mothaphucka is you crazy! You can't be trying to bum rush the p*ssy right off. You have gots to make this b*tch trust yo ass FIRST if you plan on getting any keys. If you try to hit it the FIRST night Nigga you gone phuck up the whole plan.

Rome: Terse...this is ME Nigga...Rome! (he says profiling) I know how to work a b*tch if I don't know nothing else...Relax Nigga. (he walks out the door jingling his keys and whistling)


Black: Ya'll know what...he's my boy but sometimes that pretty mothaphucka gets on my last gotdamn nerve.

Tercell: Shut up Mothaphucka! I need to school you two on the plan. Now listen...

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Tercell: Check this out my niggas.......(Tercell grabs the Essence magazine from the coffee table, turns to a page, creases it and throws it down to show the picture of Tracey Bosten).

Black: Hmmm, she fly than a muvfucka! Tracey Bosten? Who dat? Some honey you know from St. Johns (Laughing)

Tercell: Naw nigga that's our ticket out this bitch! Rome is about to hook up with baby and make us all........

Mondi: (Reading the article on Tracey) RICH, HUH? RICH!!!! Whew! She the new Head Honey In Charge at 1st Bank of Harlem!!!

Tercell: (looking at Mondi like he suddenly gained 100 I.Q. points)That's the first thing you have said right in a long as time. Now, we trying to get this money so don't let no bullshit creep up in and fuck up this plan. All I need is the computer access codes and I can jack 'em for all they loot without even leaving the crib

Black: (rubbing his bald head) Computer Pimp! Umm, so let me see if I got this shit straight....tell me my nigga, Rome is getting the panties and you gonna hack/jack/rob theses fools on your computer....so what's me and Mondi's job? How in the fuck we gonna get paid??? ......

[Tastey]

Tercell: Okay, Baby didn't get to be the Head Honey in charge being stupid, she not going to just hand over the access codes even to Rome. You 2 Niggas are gonna break into the bank and steal them.

Mondi: Break in! (looks panicked) how are we gonna break into a phucking bank Nigga...I thought that's what the computer was for so we didn't have to break into the bank.

Tercell: (shaking his head) Shut up and listen! After Rome has Tracey's trust he's going to get the keys to her crib...you know that. We make copies and you two sneak into her apt, snatch her access badge to the bank and Bam! you're in the bank.

Black: Okay Nigga when we get in the bank how the phuck we supposed to get the access codes, and turn off the alarm, and the security cameras and....

Tercell: (interupting) One thing at a time Nigga...one thing at a time. :upto: I'm still working on that part of the plan. Rome is going to have to get some information out of Miss Tracey for us...but don't you worry...just don't you worry. :upto:

Meanwhile Rome arrives in Manhattan. He parks his 81 Honda Accord around the corner from the restaurant and jingles his decoy BMW key chain. He's whistling to himself as he walks into the restaurant. Tracey has already arrived and the maitre'd leads him to their table...

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Maitre'd: Right this way sir (Rome follows a few steps behind, as he arrives at the table he tips the maitre'd $5.

Rome: (in a smooth voice) Miss Tracey Bosten…Wow! Don’t you look great tonight. I love that color on you.

Tracey: (blushing) Thank you…Mr. Rome Uh, you never told me your last name.

Rome: Um, I didn’t? Well, um it’s Jackson, Rome Jackson. (Changing the subject—looking deeply into her eyes) Hey, I am so sorry about being late, you know that last thing I wanted to do was make a bad impression on our first date together, but a buddy needed some advice and I took a few minutes to help him out of a tight spot. I helped him, but was late for you….can you forgive me?......

[Tastey]

Tracey says Yes. She is impressed with Rome's apparent honestly.

Rome sits down and the date begins. Everything is going beautifully, the conversation is lively and Tracey is laughing at all his corny jokes, things could not go any better he thinks to himself until he glances over at the door and cannot believe who just walked in.

Yasmine Peeples is 5ft7in, 136lbs, with DD breasts and a banging body. Her hair is curled and frames her lovely face perfectly. She walks into the restaurant with her sister Yvette and takes a table a few feet away.

Rome realizes he has got to think fast, this date will go bust if Tracey realizes that his ex-girlfriend whom he still loves but left standing at the altar last year just walked in.

Rome: Tracey, I really don't want any dessert lets....

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Just then, a familiar tone plays on Romes’ 2 way pager. Rome knows that is Yasmine’s tone and scrunched up his face.

Rome: Oh Wow, (pulling his 2 way out of his pocket) hold on a second let me get this. The message reads:

“Nigga, I see you.
Meet me near the rest rooms
or ELSE.
Yaz”

Rome: (looking into Tracey’s eye again) Um, Tracey can you hold on a second, I really need to make and urgent phone call, I promise I’ll be right back.

Tracey: Sure, sure..is everything alright?

Rome: Um, yes, don’t you move I’ll be right back.
(Rome gets up from the table and glances at Yasmine and Yvette and walks in the direction of the restrooms)…..

[Tastey]

Rome: (thinking) What does she want? Dammit after last year she said she'd never speak to me again no matter how many times I tried to explain and apologize. Yaz is the ultimate woman, she made me happier than any woman ever could but she just didn't understand...I couldn't drag her into the game with me... I love her too much for that.
But this is good, I'll sweet talk her for a few, work my way back in, then when we finish this job I'll have enough dough to give Yaz the life she deserves...

Rome's thought trail off as he smells Yasmin's perfume, he turns around and looks at her.

Rome: (thinking to himself) God she's beautiful!

Yasmine: Hello Rome.

Rome: Hello beautiful, I'm so glad you 2-wayed I've been wanting...

Yasmine: (interupting) Shut up Rome. I really don't have the energy for any of tired lines or lies tonight. :rolleyes:

Rome: (surprised) So what did you want to see me back here for?

Yasmine: Nothing, I didn't do this for YOU, I did it for my sister. She went to Spellman with your date Tracey and wanted to say hello...I felt she should be able to reminise without having to look at you or feel awkward.

Rome: :eek: Your sister knows Tracey?

Yasmine: Yes, Rome...they were college roommates. Why? Are you afraid she's going to dime you out? :rolleyes:

Rome: (sweating) I have nothing to be scared of...this isn't a date it's a business meeting. Yaz, listen since we have a few moments I just wanted to say...

Yvette: (interupting) Let's go girl, I got Tracey's number we're meeting for lunch tomorrow. I'm sorry you had to spend even a minute with this trifling Nigga.

Rome: Yaz...wait...

Yvette and Yasmine walk out.

Rome (thinking) Damn! Of all the b*tches in New York city why did Yvette have to be Tracey's former roommate. Damn! I've got to play this one real cool.

Rome walks back to the table where Tracey is waiting...

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Rome: Hey you

Tracey: (smiling like she got a secret) Hey Romero

Rome: Um, how did you know my god given name? Did you call Miss Cleo while I was gone?

Tracey: (giggling) I ran into an old college friend who saw us having dinner and she told me.

Rome: Oh really now? And what was her name?

Tracey: Yvette Peeples, we were at Spellman together, I was so excited to see her and she said her sister was here, but I did not get a chance to meet her. So how do you know Yvette?....

[Tastey]

Rome: Cmon Baby, if she told you my God-given name I'm sure she told you how we know each other. (grinning)

Tracey: Well she did mention that you she, and her sister grew up together in Jersey.

Rome: That's right. Me, Vette, and Yaz ,that's her sister we used to play together when we were kids. She's good people. I haven't seen her in awhile though.

(Rome knew he was only telling partial truths but he felt it was best for now, Tracey didn't need to know that Yaz was his first girlfriend at 14, his first taste of p*ssy at 15 , and if this deal went well he was going to find a way to make her his wife.)

Rome: Listen Baby, how about lunch tomorrow. :upto: I'd love to see you again.

Tracey: Oh, I promised Yvette I'd have lunch with her tomorrow.

(Rome knew this and was trying to get her to cancel)

Rome: Aww Baby, Hey how about you meet me first and we'll have an early afternoon drink...I promise not to make you late for you lunch with Vette. (Yeah right he thinks to himself, you won't make it all) :upto: Tell ya what I'll drop by the bank and pick you up around 11am.

Tracey: Sure that sounds great.

Rome and Tracey leave the restaurant and he hails a cab for her. He kisses her gently on the cheek before helping her inside.

Rome: Goodnite beautiful...see you tomorrow.

Rome hops into his car and heads back to his apartment. As he drive he daydreams about making love to Yasmine...

[Tastey]

The cab driver pulls in front of Tracey's building she pays him and gets out. She punches in her security code, enters the building then heads for her apartment.

As she kicks off her high heels she sinks into her luxurious couch and relaxes. Her mind wanders to the evening with Rome.

(Tracey thinking to herself)
He is so handsome and so sexy and so everything! The evening would have been absolutely perfect is Yvette had not shown up. Damn! I hate that b*tch. All through college at Spelman she thought she was the sh*t. I kissed every AKA behind on campus and for what? Yvette was the one chosen to pledge. The stupid high yella heffa turned it down. She always thought she was superior to everyone else. Then she had the nerve to come to my table trying to give me some information on Rome. She probably wants him for herself scheming B*tch! Well phuck that I am not having lunch with her to listen to anything she has to say about Romero. He's told me they were childhood friends...I don't need to know anymore and least of all not from Yvette.

I put all that sh*t behind me and now I am running things NOT Yvette. Rome and I are going to be together and that's that. :evil:

RING, RING, RING....Tracey gets up to answer her phone...

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Tracey: Hello?

Martin (Tracey's Ex Boyfriend): Say baby, how you doing?

Tracey: (sounding nervous) Uh, Uh, Martin? is that you?

Martin: Yeah, baby the one and only. Hey sorry to call you so late, but I'm coming to New York in a few days and I thought we could get together...you know, see a show, have dinner hang out..I'll be there on business and could really use the company.

Tracey still had feelings for Martin. They broke up only 3 months prior to her moving to New York. They were great together, but Martin could not cope with the fact that Tracey;s career was moving faster than his and that she was to make more money that him. Martin was the one who broke off their relationship.

Tracey: Umm, Well, Umm......

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Martin basically sweet talks her into having lunch with him...she breaks off the date with Yvette...but she still has a DESIRE for Rome....she plans on seeing what Martin has to say..to see if he is the man she really wants and needs in her life.....

[Tastey]

Tercell is at his computer checking out some new software when Rome bursts in without knocking.

Rome: Dammit! (he kicks over a chair)

Tercell: WTF? Nigga I know you didn't just come up in my house kicking things what the phuck is your problem?

Rome: Tracey just broke our lunch date.

Tercell : (laughing) Is that all...You ain't never had a date broken before?

Rome: That b*tch is our meal ticket Nigga...what are you so calm about?

Tercell: It's just a date Rome...call her and get another one.

Rome: No, she's going out with her ex...and she's says they are going to discuss reconciling. If this date goes well...we are screwed my brother.

Tercell: Hold on...I can fix this...what's the brother's name?

Rome: Martin.

Tercell: Martin what? Mothaphucka!

Rome: I don't know Nigga.

Tercell: (hands him the phone) Call her and find out...make up some excuse...also find out where they are having lunch.DO IT!!

Rome quickly dials Tracey's cell phone. He makes up an excuse about thinking he knows Martin from the old neighborhood with Yaz and Yvette.

Tracey: Oh no, Martin's from the west coast.

Rome: (laughing) Oh so you having lunch with the famous comedian Martin Lawrence at some uptown restaurant?

Tracey: (laughing) Of course not...his name is Martin Peterson and we're dining at Melinda's Soul food. Rome, why all the questions...are you jealous?

Rome: Well, no not really. (Rome turns on his Mr Sensitive side) It's just that we clicked so well last night and now you are telling me this Martin guy from? (Rome feeds her another question)

Tracey: Oakland.

Rome: From Oakland is going to take you away.

Tracey: Rome, we're just talking (smiling to herself).

Rome: Uhm I understand Baby...talk to ya later.

He hangs up the phone and gives Tercell the information.

Tercell: (quickly types in several codes on his computer)BINGO!

Rome: Bingo what Nigga?

Tercell: I just cancelled Martin's credit cards. He won't be able to pay for lunch.

Rome: (laughing) You are my Nigga!

Tercell types in several more codes.

Tercell: Hand me the phone. Hello, yes. I have a tip for you. There should be an active warrant on file for a Mr Martin Peterson from Oakland, CA. You can find him dining at Melinda's Soul food restaurant. (click)

Rome: What did you just do?

Tercell: I tapped into the police records and issued a warrant for his arrest.

Rome: (laughing) Oh man! You sending the Nigga to jail?

Tercell: No, of course not...it won't hold up but it will get him picked up and ruin his date with Tracey. Now you get your ass dressed...and over there to comfort her after they drag his ass out.... Move! Nigga move!

Rome runs out of the apartment and rushes home to quickly change. As he pulls up in front of Melinda's he sees a police car out front. As he gets out of his car he see a tall black man in an Armani suit being put into the car. Tracey is standing in the doorway of the restaurant. Rome walks over...

[mack_black]

in an embarrased and high strung voice....she catches herself and hopes Rome didnt really see her slip....

but...

thatniggalooksGOOD-n-PLENTY!!!!!:evil:

Rome: Hey sugar...Dayum you look great today...Im feelin that artistry you got goin on ;)...you just made my day suga..what a coincidence...I just came from doin a l'il shopping downtown Newark...and look who I bump into....so whatcha doing babe?...Im a l'il starved...lets go on down here to the Chateau...and have a few dranks and spanish appetizers..you look a l'il flustered..are you ok?....

Tracey: Sure Rome..im Aight....You sure look good too....yeah Im down with the Chateau..... :D

[Tastey]

After lunch Rome drops Tracey back off at the bank and makes plans to meet her again for dinner.

Meanwhile Tercell is alone at his apartment. There's a knock at the door.

Tercell: :eek: Yvette? What are you doing here?

Yvette: I saw Rome last night at dinner with a good friend from college.

Tercell: So? What does seeing Rome have to do with you showing up at my apartment unannounced.

Yvette: Seeing Rome brought back some memories...the 4 of us used to have some great times together. But when things fell apart with Yaz and him...well you know the rest.

Tercell: Yeah I know you dumped me because you thought I was a playa like him. You never even gave me the benefit of the doubt Yvette. :rolleyes: So again I ask...Why are you here?

Yvette: I wanted to ask....I wanted to say... I'm sorry Tercell. I was wrong. Can we start over?

Tercell is stunned. Before he can answer he hears Black and Mondi coming up the hall.

Black: Well, well what's going on here? Hello Yvette long time no see.

Mondi: Hi Vette.

They push past her into the apartment. She looks into Tercells face for answers...seeing none she turns to walk away.

Tercell: Yvette...

[Tastey]

Yvette turns to face him.

Tercell: Listen, alot has happened. Things are different now... :confused:

Yvette: :( I understand. I'm sorry I bothered you.

Tercell: No, you don't understand. I just need a couple of days to think things through. You really caught me off guard.

Yvette: :D Okay, well here's a little something to help you think. (She leans in and kisses him deeply)

Tercell heads back into his apartment Mondi and Black have watched the whole thing.

Black: Nigga I know you are not about to get hooked up with that again. That chick is bad news Terse, you know that.

Mondi: Yeah Player, I gotta agree with Black. She dropped you like you was nothing Man. You fallin again?

Tercell: Oh Hell No. I just can't afford to upset her right now. She saw Rome with Tracey last night, and she has a BIG MOUTH. I'm just keeping the lady happy...and quiet...until we do this.

Black: Yeah, Nigga. Speaking of business...what's going on with the plan?