SHAZAAM Written by Kenny Whitewood & Paul Krieg 11/16/94FADE IN: EXT. MCKINDRICK HOME - NIGHT SUPER: “TWO MONTHS AGO” An everyday suburban family home - beige, two stories, red shutters, a tree in the front yard. A porch light shines on the front door. A van is parked near the house. Street lights show the words “Quik Move” on the side. Some shuffling can be heard inside the van, then a WOMAN hops out holding a box, followed by a MAN whose arms are also loaded. These are DONNA AND KEN MCKINDRICK - late 30s, mother and father. INT. GARAGE - CONTINUOUS They carry their loads into the attached garage. A single bulb casts a bright ligh< down on the area. They’re surrounded by other boxes and knick-knacks. DONNA @ (setting the box down) Oof. This the last of it? KEN Yeah. I hope our attic has enough space. DONNA It would if you ever cleared it out. KEN (putting his load down) You can’t just go shoveling stuff out of an attic. You never know what you might find. DONNA. Yeah, god forbid we throw out an old comic book. KEN Hey, those comics might be worth something. @Q KEN stands over the pile of odds and ends at his feet, hands on his hips.KEN (CONT'D) Where did your dad get all this stuff anyway? DONNA You know how much he liked to travel. KEN Yeah, but it all seems so random. DONNA heads back toward the truck. KEN picks up what looks like an ornate table lamp made of b-ass. A bit tarnisied, it’s covered ir what looks like a pattern of swirling clouds. Squinting at the lamp, KEN tries removiag some of the tarnish with his thumb, briefly rubbing the lamp. KEN (CONT'D) Do you think any of this is worth anything? DONNA (0.S.) Who knows. Hey, we need to get this truck beck tonight. KEN sets the lamp back down with the rest of the bric-a-brac. KEN Coming. As KEN walks away, the lamp sits in the dark silence. Nothing for a moront, then, for just a second, the lamp wiggles on its own. cur TO: TITLE AND CREDITS EXT. MIDDLE SCHOOL - DAY SUPER: “TODAY” An everyday middle school - red brick and white stone, a few trees sprinkled about. The stone above the main doors reads “James Polk Middle School.” It looks to be mid-to-late spring. While a few students can be seen walking in through the front doors, some go running off to the side -Toward a gaggle of students, yelling and cheering. About a dozen kids, all around 11 or 12, surround two boys who are in turn circling each other. The bigger of the two - BLAKE GIVENS, 13, burly, buily-type ~ lunges at the-smaller boy, taking him to the ground. BLAKE What's the matter, McKindrick? can't back up your big talk? The smaller boy, our hero - JACKSGS MCKINDRICK, 12, everyday kid - struggles under Blake’s weight. JACKSON I see (ugh) your mom’s been feeding you rocks again. Too bad most of them (oof) went straight to your head BLAKE grabs JACKSON'S shirt collar. BLAKE I’m gonna mare you wish you were never born! He winds up fcx a punch - MAN'S VOICE (0.S.) Stop right there! A wave of “aww” spreads through the crowd. A portly mustached teacher - MR. BLACKWELL, 40s, no-nonsense - comes lumbering up to the scuffle. MR. BLACKWELL Break it up, you two. Blake Givens, are you causing trouble again? He pulls BLAKE off of JACKSON. MR. BLACKWELL (CONT'D) Come on. We're going to talk to Principal Dugan. Again. Jackson, pick yourself up. As they walk away, BLAKE turns back to JACKSON and does the “I’m gonna slit your throat” gesture. The kids disperse, leaving JACKSON on the ground wiping his nose. From behind the group, a boy ir glasses - GREG KIMBALL, 12, nerdy, Jackson's best friend - walks up and hands Jackson his backpack.GREG At least he didn’t wedgie you or something this time. JACKSON Just my luck. Where were you, Greg? GREG It’s not my fault. T vas stuck behind that mob. JACKSON stands up and brushes the grass from his clothes. JACKSON Anyone see this 1 should be worried about? GREG No one of importance. JACKSON Good. I don’t need to sink any lowez on the Polk totem pole. He takes his backpack from GREG and the two head for the front docxs. INT. SCIENCE CLASSROOM - DAY A female teacher writes on the chalkboard at the front of the room next to a poster of the periodic table. Boys and girls pay varying degrees of attention to the lesson. On the far side of the chalkboard are the words “Science Project Due Friday!” in big, bold letters. JACKSON sits next to a window, gazing out at the sunny day. He absentmindedly taps his pencil on his notebook. The TEACHER, MS. PRESTON - 20s, energetic, sassy - finishes writing. MS. PRESTON And so, because of their tendency to not react with other chemicals, the six elements on the far right of the periodic table are called the...? She looks over the class. A few hands go up. Her gaze falls on JACKSON.MS. PRESTON (CONT'D) eo Mr. McKindrick? JACKSON doesn’t respond. A few giggles. MS. PRESTON (CONT'D) (louder) Jackson! JACKSON nearly falls out of his chair. Giggles have turned into full laughs. JACKSON I, uh, the elements of, um. was the question again? what MS. PRESTON I trust you‘re only staring out the window because the natural sciences are so much more enthralling than the periodic table. JACKSON Oh, yeah, totally. With the squirrels and stuff. You know, I was thinking of becoming a e veterinarian. MS. PRESTON Yes, I’m sure you are. You can tell me all about it after class. He groans, the class “oooh>.” She returns to her lesson. GREG, sitting next to Jackson, pokes him with a pencil. JACKSON is just about to hit him with a balled up piece of paper when ~ MS. PRESTON (CONT'D) Oh, yes, please come in. The class, including JACKSON, perks up. MS. PRESTON (CONT'D) Class, we have a new student joining us. In walks a tomboyish-looking girl clutching several books TRICIA MATTHEWS, 12, pushes her hair from her face and sizes up the class. e JACKSON'S eyes show he’s immediately lovestruck.MS. PRESTON (CONT'D) Patricia Matthews, is it? ‘TRICIA Yes. Just Tricia. MS. PRESTON Well, don’t be shy, dear. Tell us a bit about yourself. TRICIA Um, my family just moved here from California. My dad got a new job. I’m not sure what else to say. MS. PRESTON That’s a good start. I’m sure we'll all hear about it soon enough. You can find a seat. JACKSON looks to his left and right - no open seats next to him. TRICIA heads to the opposite end of the class, taking a desk near the back. MS. PRESTON launches back into her lesson. JACKSON faces the front, but keeps side-glancing over at her. GREG notices JACKSON'S glances. He looks over at TRICIA, then back at JACKSON, grins and makes kissing noises with his lips. JACKSON throws the balled up peper at him. EXT. MIDDLE SCHUOL ~ DAY ‘The end of the school day, kids mill about outside, grabbing their bikes or waiting for parents to pick them up. Some are loaded onto school buses. JACKSON and GREG pull their respective bikes from their racks. Greg’s bike is fairly modern - Jackson’s bike is a banana-seated relic of the early 80's. JACKSON Another stellar day. It starts with me getting beat up, and then I’m the one who ends rp with detention. It’s not like I was cheating or something. GREG Agreed. If they’re going to resort to det-ntion, it should be for something serious.Wy Jackson freezes. Ahead, TRICIA stands by the curb, waiting for her ride. GREG (CONT'D) Hey, it’s that Tricia girl. you should go talk to her. JACKSON Are you kidding me? It’s been a bad enough day as it is. I don’t need ‘to get laughed at in my face. They stecr their bikes wide away from where TRICIA is standing. JACKSON (CONT'D) You have to have a certain status to just walk up and talk to a girl. He points at a boy standing about 20 yards away walking towards them. Well-styled hair, baseball jacket, fancy sneakers, new hike - a small group of kids follow in his wake as he talks. JACKSON (CONT'D) You'd have to be one of them. GREG Really? You want to be friends with Austin Greer? JACKSON Why not? Haven’t you ever wanted to improve your status around here? GREG I’m happy with my status. It keeps me out of trouble. JACKSON Well, I’d change. It would be less trouble to be one of the kings of sixth grade instead of a jester. As he talks, JACKSON doesn’t notice e’s stepped right into AUSTIN'S path. The two almost collide. JACKSON (CONT'D) Oh, um, hi, Austin. Sorry. I wasn’t Looking. AUSTIN Yeah, um, is it Jake?JACKSON Jack. Son. McKindrick. We have gym together. AUSTIN glances down at JACKSON’S ride. AUSTIN (chuckling) Nice bike. A wave of giggles runs through the other kids. JACKSON good- natured demeanor falis. AUSTIN (CONT'D) See you around. AUSTIN and the group go around the two boys, except for one boy, PATRICK, who intentionally hits JACKSON with his shoulder. PATRICK Watch where you're going next time, dork. They leave JACKSON and GREG standing alone. GREG Yeah, they’re really awesome. JACKSON Shut up, Greg. Lez’s just get... uh oh. He quickly ducks behind a tree. Further up the sidewalk, not looking pleased at a’1, is BLAKE. He seoms to be scanning the crowd of kids. GREG I see your point. Looks like we're taking the long way home. He turns around, jumps on his bike and heads in the opposite direction. JACKSON, on his bike, is right behind him. EXT. SUBURBAN STREETS - DL JACKSON ar.j GREG pedal their way through town, docging parked cars and fire hydrants.EXT. MCKINDRICK HOME - DAY ghey ride up to Jackson's home. JACKSON skids to a stop in front of the driveway. Greg centinues on. JACKSON I/11 see you tomorrow! Call me about the science project! He walks his bike ug- to the front door, dumps it on the porch and heads inside. INT. MCKINDRICK HOME - ENTRANCE - CONTTNUOUS DONNA (0.S-) Wipe your feet! JACKSON is barely in the front door when his mother’s voice calls out from inside the house. He drops his backpack next to the door and wipes his sneakers on a brown mat. JACKSON Come on, mom, I just got home! DONNA (0.S-) And I know you're not leaving your backpack by the door either! He snatches his backpack up and heads into - INT. MCKINDRICK HOME - KITCEEN - CONTINUOUS Donna is cutting up some fruit by the sink. DONNA How was school? JACKSON Better than Disneyland. DONNA Alright, Mr. Sarcasm. JACKSON Mom, you and dad want me to be successful at school, right? DONNA Of course.JACKSON And to do that, I need the respect of the people I go to school with. DONNA Yes, I suppose that would help. JACKSON Well, there are certain things in my life that are... holding me back from that success. I was hoping something could be done to change that. DONNA What are you getting at? JACKSON If I'm going to get people off my back, I at least need a new bike. ‘The Old banana-rider isn’t exactly cutting it. DONNA’S shoulders slump. They‘ve had this conversation before. DONNA This again? Hon, we told you your bike is going to have to hold you for now. JACKSON None of the coc! kids ride bikes like mine. I’m alyays the odd one out. DONNA We told you, money is tight right now. Betweeu you and your sister, we're all just having to make do. With a huff, JACKSON snatches his backpack off the counter and heads out of the kitchen. INT. MCKINDRICK HOME - LIVING ROOM He heads throug: thy LIVING RvM, where his little sister - CHLOE, 6, precocious - sits on an ee#7 chair watching cartoons. CHLOE Hey, Jackson.——— ul. JACKSON e Hey, Chloe. CHLOE ; Have you seen my Amazing Amy doll? I’ve looked everywhe-e- JACKSON No, it’s probably in your room somewhere. CHLOE But I’ve looked there! JACKSON Her voice traiis off as he heads up a set of steirs. freezes when he hears a *crunch*. is sister's doll, a He looks down to see he’s stepped on crack now runs across its left eye. JACKSON Ugh, Amy. He snatches the doil up, heads up the stairs. INT. MCKINDRICK HOME - HALIWAY Heading through the hallway, he briefly opens a door with a glittery sign reading “CHLOB” and tosses the doll inside. He heads inside the neighboring door - marked “KEEP OUT” and into - INT. JACKSON'S ROOM A 12-year-old boy’s bedroom. Some band posters and a few supermodels adorn the walls. He falls on his bed in a funk. After a beat, there’s a knock at his door. JACKSCU (glumly) Come in. DONNA opens the door. DONNA I wanted to come up and make a e suggestion. If you want a new bike, maybe you can earn it.a2 JACKSON only half-listens as he p*~es through a comic book. DONNA (CONT'D) If you help out around the house a little more your dad and I can pitch in a little more with your allowance. You could also look at having a yard sale or scncthing. He perks up. JACKSON Yard sale? DONNA Yeah. We've got a lot of stuff around here we really don’t need. And all your grandpa’s stuff is still in the garage. Go pick through that, see if there’s anything that could get you a couple bucks. But check with me first, OK? JACKSON rubs his chin at the prospect of making some money. INT. MCKINDRICK GARAGE ~ DAY The garage door swings open, Jackson’s shadow falls across the contents inside. He fumbles on the wall for a light ~witch, which he eventually finds. Even with the light on, it’s still gloomy in the garage. JACKSON Where do you even start? MONTAGE OF JACKSON GOING THROUGH STUFF He holds an old clock up to his ear, shakes it and tries to listen again. He pretends a ship in a bottle is rolling over waves on the high seas. He plays with a pair of brass chicken salt and pepper shakers. He holds up an old Nehru jacket, looks thoroughly confused. He opens a bottle of green liquid, sniffs it, gags.He sits on = hench surrounded by open boxes and knick-knacks, scratches his head. He’s not having much luck. The garage door swings open and CHLOE enters. CHLOE Amy? Are you in here? JACKSON Hey, squirt. CHLOE I’m no squirt. What are you looking for? JACKSON Not much, apparently. It’s all junk. He pushes a box to the side, which knocks over a familiar- looking brass lamp. The clang of the lamp echoes loudly in the garage - almost too loudly. JACKSON scoops it up and examines it. JACKSON (CONT'D) Where did you come from? You look like you might be worth something. He tarns the lamp over in his hends. JACKSON (CONT'D) If we clean you up a little. He breathes on the side of the lamp and uses his jacket sleeve to polish it. as he rubs it, he becomes aware that the lamp is vibrating. JACKSON (CONT'D) What the...? A spark shoots out the top. Jackson jumps back and drops the lamp, but to his surprise, it doesn’t fall to the ground - it floats in mid-air. Ths vibrations become stronger, more sparks shoot out of it. JACKSON and CHLOE retreat to the back of the garage near the door, ready to escape at any moment. The lamp is vibrating so much it’s almost glowing. Bright light shoots out the * illing the room until -14. POOF! A man, dressed in flowing purple clothes with a purple @ ‘turban, is now standing in the middlz of the garage holding the lamp. Our genie - SHAZAAM. SHAZAAM Whooocco! Finally A chance to stretch my legs. JACKSON and CHLOE stare at him slack-jawed. SHAZAAM looks around the cluttered garage. SHAZAAM (CONT'D) The world has gotten smaller since the last time T was out. What's with these digs? I would have just stayed in my lap if I’d known I was going to be surrounded by junk. His gaze eventually falls on JACKSON, staring at him wide- eyed. ‘SHAZAAM (CONT'D) Did you rub my lars? JACKSON nods, barely. SHAZAAM (CONT'D) e MY man! SHAZAAM lumbexs up to JACKSON and slaps his palm. CHLOE screams and runs out of the garage. SHAZAAM (CONT'D) (toward the door) What's her problem? JACKSON I'm sorry, who are you? Where did you come from? ‘SHAZAAM Really? A man pops out of a lamp and you have to ask who he is? What world did you grow up in? I’m a genie. My name... ic Shazaam. JACKSON Shazaam? From the other side of the garage door, JACKSON can hear his mother call.15. DONNA (0.S.) (muffled) Jackson! JACKSON My mom! The garage door opens and DONNA steps inside. DONNA What's going on in here? What did you do to your sister? She just ran upstairs screaming. JACKSON looks around the garage to realize he’s all by himself again. He looks down at the lamp in his arms. JACKSON Uh, nothing. I don’t know. I think she might have seen a mouse. DONNA Oh no, the last thing we need in here is mice nesting. I better talk to your dad about setting some traps. JACKSON That’s a great idea mom. While you do that - He begins to not-so-subtly tip-toe around his mother to get to the door. JACKSON (CONT'D) 1/1] take this upstairs and get out of your way. As soon as he reaches the door, he breaks into a run. DONNA What's gotten into these kids? She gingerly lifts the corner of a box off the floor and looks under it, grimaces and quickly drops it. INT. JACKSON'S ROOM ~ MOMENTS LATER JACKSON, still carrying the lamp, runs into his room and slams the door shut. Breathing kcavy, he again examines the brass exterior.16. JACKSON OK, let’s try this again. He rubs the lamp with the cuff of his jacket. once again, it seems to vibrate in his hands, a spar or two, and out pops - SHAZAAM, floating in mid-air, eyes closed, his legs crossed. SHAZAAM Who dare rubs my lamp? JACKSON Um, It’s me. Jackson. From earlier? SHAZAAM You dare disturb the great and mighty Shazaam? JACKSON gulps. SHAZAAM drops to the floor onto his feet. SHAZAAM (CONT'D) I’m just messing with you, little man. JACKSON breathes a sigh of relief. SHAZAAM (CONT'D) So this is where you live? JACKSON I’ sorry, you said you're a genie. SHAZAAM I came out of a lamp. Is it that hard to believe? JACKSON You just seem kind of. silly to be a genie. SHAZAAM Oh, you've dealt with a lot of genies in your time? You're the genie expert around these parts? JACKSON Well, no. SHAZAAM ‘That’s what I thought. Now how about these wishes. JACKSON Wishes?las SHAZAAM I see I gotta start from the ground up with this one. Let me explain: you just hit the lottery. You have your own genie. With that comes the standard three wishes. JACKSON What can I wish for? SHAZAAM That, little man, is up to you. CUT TO: EXT. RACE TRACK - DAY FLASH! In the blink of an eye, Jackson and Shazaam are in a race car speeding down the track. The car is purple with the word WISH! on the hood. Shazaam is driving, wearing a purple racing suit with a purple helmet. The sudden change in scenery throws JACKSON off. Byes wide, he grabs the sides of the passenger seat. JACKSON Wht?! Whoal SHAZAAM You like speed? You could have your own race car, be king of the track. Ahead, a car spins out and crashes into another car. JACKSON and SHAZARM are headed straight for the wreckage. SHAZAAM (CONT'D) Uh oh. JACKSON screams. Just as they’re about to hit - INT. SPACE SRUTTLE - NIGHT FLASH! Jackson and Shazaam are weightless inside a space shuttle. Stars twinkle just outside the windows. Shazaam is dressed in a purple space suit. ‘SHAZABM You want to see the stars up close? I can make that happen.18. JACKSON floats upside down, struggling to right himself. JACKSO! I don’t feel so good. : cur TO: INT. BASKETBALL COURT FLASH! JACKSON is sitting courtside for a basketball game. Cheering crowd in the stands. Players hustle past, left and right. SHAZAAM, wearing a purple basketball uniform with the word GENIES on the chest, dribbles up to him. SHAZAAM You want to see your favorite team play? Or be a star player yourself? Em your man. Without looking, Shazaam tosses the ball from the center line, sinking the basket right as the buzzer sounds. The crowd goes wild. A smile starts to form on Jackson's face. JACKSON So you can grant any wish? The referee blows a whistle. SHAZAAM winces. SHAZAAW. Well, there are some... conditions. CUT TO: INT. CLASSROOM JACKSON is suddenly the only person sitting at a desk in an empty classroom. SHAZAAM stands at the front, wearing purple graduation robes and a cap. He pulls a pointer out of his slee SHAZAAM First of all, if you want to make a wish, you have t~ be touching the lamp. ‘The lamp appears on a pedestal next to him. He taps it with the pointer.19. SHAZAAM (CONT'D) No touchy, no wishy. Second, the dead stay dead. I know how much people would love to bring Elvis or a dead uncle back to life. Sorry, just doesn’t happen. Shazaam points to the chalkboard - on it is a drawing of a gravestone with a red X over it. SHAZAAM (CONT'D) Third, I can’t mess with anyone’s free will. Can’t make someone fall in love with you or stop being mad at you or anything like that. Can’t do it, won't do it. He swivels and points to the other side of the chalkboard. On it is a sign that reads, “FREE WILL: WITH EQUAL OR LESSER PURCHASE.” It’s crossed out with a red circle and slash. SHAZAAM (CONT'D) Finally, I can’t be too far away from the lamp, or things start to get... weird. JACKSON Weird? SHAZAAM Powers don’t work how they’re supposed to. You know, weird. Just don’t lose the lamp. JACKSON OK, fair enough. CUT TO: INT. JACKSON'S ROOM And just like that, they’re back in Jackson’s room. JACKSON Whoa. They're interrupted by a knock at the door. JACKSON (CONT'D) Who is it?20. CHLOE (0.8.) (muffled) It’s me. Is that scary man still here? JACKSON (to Shazaam) My sister. She's only six. (to tie door) Yes. Hu's OK. If I open the door, do you promise not to freak out? CHLOE (0.S.) Uh huh. JACKSON sighs, ther ovens the door. on the other side stands his sister, tears running down her face. JACKSON What’s wrong? CHLOE I found Amazing Amy. But sh2‘s busted! She holds the doll in front of her brother showing him the broken face. JACKSON hangs his head. JACKSON Ugh. Sorry about that. But to be fair, she shouldn’t have been on the steps. SHAZAAM You know, I can help you with that. CHLOE You can? SHAZAAM All you have to do is touch the lamp and wish it away. CHLOE looks at the genie, then down at the lamp in JACKSON’S arms. She reached out and puts her hand on the lamp. CHLOE I wish Amazing Amy wasn’t broken anymore. SHAZAAM Here's where the magic happens.212 He claps his hands. A swirl of purple mist and sparkles coalesces around the doll’s head. When it clears, not only is Amy’s eye fixed, her hair has been styled. as vell. CHLOE She's all better! Thank you! She runs up and hugs the genie, chen skips back to her room. JACKSON Wow. SEAZAAM I love little kids. So genuinely appreciative of my work. (to Jackson) So how about you? JACKSON plops down on his bed and lets the larp roll down beside him. JACKSON That’s not really a question I was expecting to handle today. Wiat do people usually rich for? As they talk, SHAZAAM picks up JACKSON’S Walkman and turns it over in hic hands, trying to figure it out. SHAZAAM There’s your standard MPF - money, power and fame. Those scm pretty popular. SHAZAAM puts on the headphones and presses play. Wild rock music suddenly fills the headphones. SHAZ?4N flings the Walkman to the corner of the room, the headphones fly with it. JACKSON Hey, careful with my stuff. SHAZAAM That thing is possessed! JACKSON retrievos the Walkman from the corner of the room. JACKSON I wish you could help me at school. SHAZAAM I£ you want to be some kind of brainiac, 2 can make that happen.22. JACKSON Not like that. I want to be higher up in the food chain, not pushed around all the time. I want to be - can you make me cool? SHAZAAM Cool? JACKSON I want to be one of the cool kids. One of the popular kids. Can you do that? SHAZAAM (makes buzzer noise) Bzzzzt. You remember rule number two? SHAZAAM holds his arm out, a small cord dangles from his elbow. Like a roller blind, he pulls down the sign from earlier that reads “FREE WILL” with the red slash. He lets go of the sign and it rolls back up into his arm. SHAZAAM (CONT'D) can’t change how people think about you. JACKSON looks around his room. JACKSON Then can you give me the stuff I need to b cool? ‘SHAZAAM Like what? JACKSON I don’t know. Nice clothes, a new bike, better toys, video games. Stuff that will get me noticad. SHAZAAM Oh, so you want some kind of a package deal? JACKSON If that’s what it’s gonna take. He snatches up the LAMP JACKSON (CONT'D) Shazaam, I wish to be one of the cool kids.a5 SHAZAAM looks at the lamp, looks at JACKSON and shrugs. SHAZAAM Alright. Here’s where the magic happens. SHAZAAM claps his hands, and a small purple cloud appears. It starts growing and growing until it fills the ceiling. The cloud beings to swirl around, purple lightning shi ting out, faster and faster until it’s almost a tornado. There’s a bright F™ASH; then sparkles raining down from the ceiling. Around them, Jackson's room has changed. A tiny boom box has now become-a full fledged stereo system. A bookcase is now an entertainment center with a big TV..Even the blanket and pillows on his bed are now sleek and expensive. JACKSON Wow. SHAZAAM Yeah, I amaze even myself sometimes. Jackson opens his closet, which now holds several designer jackets aud multiple pairs of shoes. SHAZAAM (CONT'D) This what you're looking for? JACKSON Oh yeah, I can definitely use this. SHAZAAM Good, cause all sales are final. JACKSON starts trying on some of his new jackets. He stands in front of a mirror and models his new look. JACKSON Wait till they get a load of this. EXT. MCKINDRICK HOME - NIGHT Later that night - the house dark, everyone asleep. Phe quiet darkness is interrupted by the sound of a rickety old pickip truck coming down the suburban street. Rusty in patches, it rettles, squeaks and colghs up exhaust into the air. -24. The brakes squeal as it comes to a stop in front of the McKindrick’s home. It lingers for a moment, chugging more blue fumes from the back of the truck. Slowly it starts back up again, driving off into the night. INT. MCKINDRICK HOME - KITCHEN - MORNING The next morning, KEN is in the kitchen making breakfast with DONNA. CHLOE is already sitting at the table, munching on waffles. JACKSON comes creeping down the stairs, dressed to the nines in his new clothes. He quickly snatches an apple off the kitchen table and tries to speed past his family. JACKSON Heyguysgottarunseeya! With a slam he’s out the door. KEN (to Donna) Did he look different to you? EXT. MCKINDRICK HOME - MORNING JACKSON steps outside and breathes a sigh of relief. Coming around the corner to the front porch sits a bike. But not the vintage banana seat he was riding before, but a sleek, shiny new one with handbrakes and racing tires. JACKSON Alright, Shazaam, you really came through. He reaches into his backpack and pulls out a Discman. He puts the headphones on, hits play, hops on the bike and starts pedaling down the street. EXT. MIDDLE SCHOOL - DAY The start of the school day. Kids are milling about, getting dropped off by parents and buses, parking their bikes in the bike racks. Up rides JACKSON looking like a new person. Sunlight gleams off his new bike. Kids’ heads turn.25. He rides his bike up to one of the racks. As he’s getting e off, GREG comes up, his mouth hanging open. GREG Where did you get that? JACKSON (nonchalant) What? This thing? Had it laying around for a while. GREG I mean all of it. Where did you get those shoes? I’ve been begging my mom for a pair for months. JACKSON I just happened to come into some very good fortune, that’s all. JACKSON struts toward the front door. GREG keeps pace. GREG Seriously, what’s going on? Did you rob a bank last night or something? e JACKSON pulls him to the side. JACKSON Look, something big happened. I can’t tell you right now because you wouldn't believe me, but it’s real. GREG looks at him like he’s completely crazy. GREG Did a magician pull it out of a hat? JACKSON (sighs) You're getting ahead of me. Just go inside. As they’re about to walk in, AUSTIN and his crew pass by. AUSTIN Hey. JACKSON turns and looks around - surely the most popular kid in sixth grade isn’t talking to him.26. JACKSON Me? AUSTIN Yeah. You get a new bike? JACKSON Oh, yeah, that. I just got it. AUSTIN Cool ride. With that, he turns and heads inside. JACKSON and GREG stand in silence, not sure what to make of the interaction. Jackson laughs to himself. JACKSON It’s already working. GREG What's already working? JACKSON Will you stop asking so many questions and get inside? He pushes Greg through the front doors. INT. SCHOOL HALLWAY - DAY Students file into their respective classrooms. JACKSON, however, is hanging out at his open locker, watching a particular open door. Some kids go in, Greg goes in, but Jackson continues to watch. Finally, TRICIA comes walking down the hallway and goes into the classroom. JACKSON takes a deep breath, slams his locker shut and hurries in. INT. SCIENCE CLASSROOM - CONTINUOUS TRICIA takes her seat at the back of the classroom. JACKSON, quietly slips into the seat next to her. The teacher still hasn’t entered, kids are chit-chatting. JACKSON adjusts his hair and turns to TRICIA. JACKSON (too loudly) So you just moved here?27. His sudden outburst turns some heads. He sinks back into his e beat. He catches eyes with GREG, who just shakes his head. TRICIA You OK? You want a redo on that one? JACKSON No. I mean, yeah, I’m fine. Great even. How are you? TRICIA Nice to meet you, Fine Great Even. I’m tricia. Is that a family name? JACKSON No, what I meant to say is, hi, I’m Jackson. Welcome to Polk. TRICIA Thanks, Jackson. Didn't I see you getting beat up yesterday morning? JACKSON (laughing nervously) Hahaha, no, that must’ve been some other dweeb. No, I’m pretty well- @ liked around here. TRICIA Must‘ve been my imagination. JACKSON So, uh, how long have you been in town? ‘TRICIA Just the last two weeks. We haven’t even finished getting our house in order. MS. PRESTON enters the room, and all the seriousness of science class follows her. The talking dies down as she begins to write on the chalkboard MS. PRESTON Class, please turn to page 233. As the class cracks open their books, JACKSON leans over to TRICIA.28. JACKSON (whispering) So, can I maybe show you around town sometime? TRICIA Maybe. They both settle into their seats, neither noticing the small smile on both their faces. EXT. MIDDLE SCHOOL - DAY Another end to the school day - kids getting picked up in cars or buses again, or riding off on bikes. JACKSON and GREG exit the front doors. JACKSON Finally, a great day. I’m telling you, get a new look. It changes you. GREG Yeah, you're still the same dork in my book. JACKSON walks up to his new bike and pulls the CD player from his backpack. GREG (CONT'D) You have a CD player now too? BLAKE cD player? I could use one of those. JACKSON and GREG freeze in their tracks. BLAKE menacingly hovers just behind them. BLAKE (CONT'D) I still owe you for yesterday, McKindrick. Maybe 1711 leave you with just one broken arm if you hand over the CD player. No one moves. GREG Just give it to him, man. JACKSON turns to face BLAKE, steeling himself for the confrontation.29. BLAKE They gave me a three-day vacation because of yesterday, and I’m gonna make sure we meet up every day. AUSTIN (0.S-) Hey! They all turn to see AUSTIN and three other kids walk up. AUSTIN (CONT'D) Just leave him alone, Blake. Don’t you have some kindergarteners to shake down for milk money? That seems more your speed. BLAKE Just back off, Greer. This doesn’t involve you. AUSTIN And if I don’t? Huh? AUSTIN makes a move like he’s going to th... = punch. BLAKE flinches. AUSTIN (CONT'D) Yeah, that’s what I thought. With rage in his eyes, BLAKE turns znd starts to walk away. BLAKE This still isn’t over, McKindrick! As Blake gets further away, JACKSON and GREG heave a sigh of relief. JACKSON Thanks, Austin. AUSTIN He’s just a big bully. Take care of yourself... Jason? JACH SOM Jackson. AUSTIN Right. AUSTIN and his friends waix away. GREG Whoa. Now that was cool.20. JACKSON e@ What did I tell you about the new threads? You wanna be cool, you gotta look the part. GREG Yeah, we're not done with this. They climb onto their bikes and start riding. EXT. MCKINDRICK HOME - DAY JACKSON and GREG cide up to the house and drop their bikes on the front lawn. GREG Alright, so what is this grand secret you have? JACKSON First, you gotts = you'll never tell anyone, OK? Not even your parents. GREG e OK, T swear. JACKSON Even if your sister puts you in a Siberian Twister, you gotta keep quiet. GREG Ugh, but she just digs her nails right into... JACKSON Fine, I'll keep my secrets to myself. GREG Fine, even in the face of a Siberian Twister, your secre+ is safe with me. JACKSON Wait here. JACKSON runs in the front door. GREG taps his foot. CHLOE rides by on her tricycle. @ CHLOE Hi, Greg.at GREG e@ Hi, Chloe. JACKSON comes out carrying the brass lamp. CHLOE ooh, are you gonna make Shazaam come out aczin? GREG Shazaam? JACKSON Chloe, shush. You're going to ruin everything. GREG Whats a Shazaam? JACKE ON Come with me. He drops the lamp into his backpack. They pick up their bikes and start walking. e EXT. NEIGHBORHOOD STREET - DAY They've put some distance between themselves and the house, Jackson speaking animatedly. JACKSON ...and when I wished for all this new stuff, there it was, right in my room, Cau you believe it? GREG eyes him suspiciously. GREG Seriously? You expect me to believe you found a genie? Th t’s the weakest excuse you've ver come up with, and you've come up with a lot. < mean, the scientific implications alone. JACKSON Here, check it out. (rubs lamp) Hey, Shazaam! The vibration, the sparks, and with a flash appears -32. SHAZAAM, standing in a tub, shower curtain covering him up to his shoulders. He’s wearing a purple shower cap, holding a sponge. SHAZAAM (singing) Rub dub, just relaxing in the tub, thinking everything was al- (notices Jackson) Hey! Haven’t you ever heard of knocking first? with a flourish, SHAZAAM is back in his purple outfit and turban. GREG No way. You weren't kidding. SHAZAAM Who's the glasses? JACKSON This is my friend Greg. Greg, this is Shazaam. SHAZAAM How’s it going, other little man? SHAZAAM slaps GREG’S palm. SHAZAAM (CONT'D) I suppose you're going to be wanting some wishes too? GREG I get wishes too? SHAZAAM As long as you follow the rules. That’s what I’m here for. JACKSON Maybe we should discuss this somewhere else. I think you’re starting to draw some attention. They all look to see a WOMAN walking her dog down the street, eyeing up the man in the purple turban. An older MAN watering his lawn also looks confused. SHAZAAM Maybe I should make myself a little less obvious.33. With a swirl of purple smoke, Shazaam shrinks down, turning e@ himself into a small purple Doc. SHAZAAM-DOG Now what? JACKSON I don’t think a talking dog is all that less suspicious. GREG My house is only a few blocks. We can hide out there. Let’s go. JACKSON, GREG and SHAZAAM-DOG take off down the sidewalk. EXT. KIMBALL HOUSE - DAY A house much like the McKindrick house - typical suburban, except this time in gray. They dump their bikes on the front porch and head toward the garage. As they do, a car jerkily comes to a stop in front of the house. “STUDENT DRIVER” is plastered on the back and sides. e A DRIVING INSTRUCTOR, looking shaken, gets out of the passenger side. From the driver's side comes Greg’s older sister, RENEE. RENEE I said I was sorry about the mailbox. But that thing was way too close to the corner. DRIVING INSTRUCTOR At this point, Miss Kimball, you're lucky the homeowner isn’t pressing charges. RENEE So how many more lessons until I can get my license? DRIVING INSTRUCTOR Uh, it’s hard to say. How many more days until the next ice age. RENEE You don’t have to be so dramatic about it.34, wen @ grumble, the INSTRUCTOR climbs in the car and speeds off. GREG Hi, Renee. JACKSON Hey, Renee. RENEE Hey, dweebs. GREG Another day of terror for the pedestrians of our city? RENEE At least I’m close to getting a license. I don’t have to ride a loser bike around. (she notices Shazaam-dog) ox walk around with a weird-looking dog. Where did you find that thing? She turns on her heel and heads for the front door. SHAZAAM-DOG You're one to talk, you menace on wheels. RENEE (to the boys) What did you say to me? JACKSON scoops SHAZAAM-DOG up and pinches his mouth shut. JACKSON Haha! Nothing! Tt was great to see you, Renee. RENEE I don’t have time for you nerds. RENEE heads through the front door, slamming it chut behind her. JACKSON You're going to blow your cover! GREG lifts the garage door, letting JACKSON and SHAZAAM-DOG slip under, then goes in and closo7 it behind him.INT. GARAGE SPACE - DAY 35. [A TRAPDOOR opens into an open attic-type space. GREG climbs through first, followed by JACKSON and SHAZAAM, who's reverted back to his human form. GREG Everyone in sy family forgets that there’s this space above the garage. JACKSON We like to think of this as our unofficial club house. Somewhere we can go where no one bothers us. The area is littered with comic books, empty soda bottles and candy bar wrappers, along with some long-forgotten household goods. SHAZAAM Charming. I’m sure it drives the ladies wild. GREG So how did you get into that lamp? SHAZABM How does a genie get into anything? Some joker wished me into it. He thought it would be funny if I was in a table lamp instead of, you know, one of those old ones. JACKSON So if I wished you into this empty soda bottle, that would be your new home? SHAZAAM Please don’t. Let a man have a little class. In fact, while you're at it, wish me into something with wheels. It’s tough to get around when you’re stuck in a lamp GREG Are there other genies? SHAZAAM Sure there are other genies. They're just kind of floating around out ‘there.36. JACKSON How is it you can grant wishes? SHAZAAM None of us are really sure. Most of us have been genies for so long, it just seems like it’s always been that way. GREG Does it last forever? SBAZAAM So far so good. Unless you lose it. GREG A genie can lose their power? How? SHAZAAM A genie’s power is meant to be shared with the world. That’s why we grant wishes - it’s a way everyone can get a piece of the action. But some genies have tried to keep that power to themselves. I knew one once who didn’t want to grant, wishes and kept trying to hide his bind. JACKSON Bind? ‘SHAZAAM A genie‘s home. My lamp. Every genie has to have a bind. It’s where the power is stored. Anyway, he tried to give himself all the power and riches, so he lost it. GREG Wow. SHAZAAM So how about your wishes? You guys know what you want “yet? JACKSON I know what I could go for right now. Somie food.-I’m starving.37- GREG You can stay for dinner. My mom is making her famous “chicken that looks and castes just like cardboard.” JACKSON Ugh. Sorry, dude, but pass. GREG It’s been forever since she let us get anything fun, like fast food. Can you do that, Shazaam. In a puff of smoke, SHAZAAM ii- dressed like a short oxder cook, purple chef’s hat on his head. SHAZAAM Your wish is my command. JACKSON passes GREG the lamp. GREG I wish for a buffet of fast food. SHAZAAM Here’s where the magic happens. SHAZAAM claps his hands. The space begins to rumble as whisps of purple smoke shoot out of Shazaam’s fingers. The smoke whips and swirls around, eventually.:inting into the floor, leaving behind - Tables covered in burgers, hot dogs, pizza and the like. To the side, a fountain shoots cola into the air. JACKSON and GREG just stare, prac‘ically drooling. SHAZAAM (CONT'D) Well? Dig in! The two boys launch into the food, double fisting burgers and slices of pizza. FADE TO: INT. GARAGE SPACE ~ LiTER JACKSON and GREG lounge about amid the mess »f fast food. Smeared with sauces and coniiments, they're both obviously stuffed.3a. JACKSON I may have gone too hard on the fries. GREG Yeah, I don’t want to see pizza again for at least a year. JACKSON I need to get going. (burps) I need to figure out how to tell my mom I won't be eating for the next few days. He picks up the Lamp. JACKSON (CONT'D) Come on, Shaz. GREG Wait, what about our science project? JACKSON Ugh, yeah. I don’t think I'11 be able to work on that tonight. Not after all that. We car ~ork on it tomorrow. GREG We can’t wait too long. It’s almost due. JACKSON I got it, dude. Don’t worry. EXT. SUBURBAN STREETS - EVENING Jackson rides his bike through the streets at a speedy pace, headphones on, music blaring, briefly illuminated by the streetlights as he passes under them. Behind him, about a block or two away, comes the familiar sound of a rattling cuyine. The rickety pickup from earlier is back. Jackson, blind to this, is also ignorant to his backpack slowly unzipping. SHAZAAM’S head appears through the hole, suspiciously eyeing the truck. The truck’s pace picks up, and it starts gaining on the boy and his bike. SHAZAAM notices this.39. His hand appears from inside the backpack, and starts making flicking motions back ana forth. As he does, trash cans from in front of the houses begin flying off their curbs and at the trv-k. The truck swerves left and right, dodging cans, trash bags and other junk flying at it, keeping its forward momentum. SHAZAAM Oh, we gonna play hardball, is that it? SHAZAAM points at a corner, and with a pistol motion, “fires” at a nearby fire hydrant. The hydrant blows off the sidewalk, shooting water high into the air, which comes crashing down on the truck. It swerves and slides in the water, eventually crashing into a curb. SHAZAAM (CONT'D) (chuckling to himself) Gotcha JACKSON continues riding, still completely oblivious of the chaos behind him. EXT. MCKINDRICK HOME - EVENING JACKSON gently lays his pine on the front porch. He peeks inside the front window, doesn’t see anyone, then heads for the front door. INT. MCKINDRICK HOME - ENTRANCE - CONTINUOUS He walks inside, holding his stomach, looking slightly in distress. DONNA (0.S.) Jackson, is that you? JACKSON Yeah, mom. DONNA appears from the kschen. DONNA Where have you been, young man? You missed dinner. JACKSON Oh, that’s OK. I had dinner at Greg's.40. DONNA Oh. Well, call next time you're going to be out like that. Did you get enough? Do you want a snack? At the mention of more food, Jackson groans. JACKSON ow. No, thank you. We had plenty. Really. DONNA OK. Let me know if you change your mind. JACKSON I won't. EXT. MCKINDRICK HOME - NIGHT Darkness has fallen, the neighborhood quiet as everyone sleeps. The silence is interrupted by the sound of a squeak rattling, familiar old pickup TRUCK that jrow. *ts = the street and stops in front of the McKindrick home. up The engine wheezes to a halt. The driver door swings open. A pair of old leather boots and the hem of a long cuat come into view. The coat is covering some dirty work clothes, which hang on the body of an OLD MAN with a beard and wide brim hat. He stands in the darkness of the truck, regarding the house. In an upstairs window, SHAZAAM’S face appears. He sh: head and looks annoyed. He disappears in a puff of purple smoke. He reappears in the street, opposite the former genie known as ALOYSIUS. SHAZAAM Aloysius. ALOYSIUS Shazaam. SHAZAAM Just passing through?41. ALOYSIUS I'll be on my way just as soon as I get what T want. And you know what I'm looking for. SHAZAAM Well you sure ain't getting it from me. ALOYSIUS I don’t see any other genies around here, do you? SHAZAAM No, I sure don’t. ALOYSIUS How dare you. SHAZABM Me? You brought this on yourself. All you had to do was grant the wishes, but that was too much, wasn't /4? ALOYSIUS I couldn't take it any more. These sniveling, ungrateful mortals. Nay in and day out, give me give me give me. Well, I finally took ‘SHAZAAM Yes you did, and now look where you are. No riches, no power. Just an angry old man in a truck. ALOYSIUS Not for long. Not once I have your lamp. Then “hirgs are going to change. SHAZAAM You know you can’t just wish to be a genie again. I can’t grant you that kind of power. You'd need... From inside his coat, Aloysius pulls out an ornate looking golden scepter with @ clone hand on the top. ALOYSIUS ‘The Hand of the Djinn?42. SHAZAAM So that’s how you were able to find my lamp. ALOYSIUS Yes. Every time someone makes a wish, it’s like a signal flare shooting off into the sky. SHAZAAM Where did you get it? ALOYSIUS I’m guessing the same old man who had the lamp. Managed to lift it off him when he wasn’t looking. SHAZAAM Big deal. You know you can’t complete the task without the eye. ALOYSIUS See, that’s also why I’m here. I'm willing to bet if that old man had the hand and the lamp, he probably had the eye too. SHAZAAM Even if it was, you‘re not getting past me to get it. ALOYSIUS Maybe not tonight, but soon enough. I've got nothing but time on my hands. ALOYSIUS slips the scepter back into his coat and heads back to his truck. He opens the door with a loud creak and slips in, slamming the door closed. He leans out the window. ALOYSIUS (CONT'D) See you soon, Shazaam. With a rattle and a road, the truck revs to life, and takes off down the street and into the night. INT. MCKINDRICK GARAGE - NIGHT SHAZAAM digs through the numerous boxes in the garage, searching for something. A stack of boxes to one side show he’s been looking for a while.43. SHAZAAM . Come on, I know you’re in here. pipping into another box, his hands finally stop rummaging. SHAZAAM (CONT'D) Bingo. He holds up a glassy red and blue amulet that seems to shine even in the darkness. SHAZAAM (CONT'D) The Eye of the Djinn. We need to put you somewhere safe. He scans the inside of the garage. His eyes fall on a rack of various boxes and cleaning products. SHAZAAM walks up to one of the boxes and drops the amulet inside. SHAZAAM (CONT'D) Good luck finding that, you old thief. INT. SCIENCE CLASSROOM - DAY The next day, kids filing into their seats ahead of class. In the back, JACKSON leans way back into his chair, rubbing his stomach. He’s clearly felt better. TRICIA comes in, takes the set next to him. TRICIA What’s wrong with you? JACKSON Nothing. Maybe just had a bad burrito. TRICIA Well keep the burrito farts to your side of the room. JACKSON Ugh. It’s not that bad. TRICIA You've never been to my house on taco night. We had to call the bomb squad on my dad one night.44. JACKSON laughs then groans. As he does, GREG comes in the classroom and sits next to him. GREG Tell me about it. TRICIA Why do you both look like you ate a dozen cheeseburgers each? JACKSON and GREG both wince. JACKSON Please don’t say “cheeseburger.” MS. PRESTON enters the room carrying a large cooler. she sets it on her desk, walks up to the chalkboard, and pulls down a diagram of a frog. Ms. PRESTON I have a special treat for you kids today. JACKSON AND GREG Oh no. INT. LOCKER ROOM - DAY JACKSON and GREG have changed from their regular clothes into shorts and T-shirts with “JAMES POLK MIDDLE SCHOOL” written across them. They’re tying their shoes and stashing stuff in their locker when MR. BLACKWELL addresses the locker room. MR. BLACKWELL Alright, men. I hope you brought your game faces, because it’s dodgeball day! Come on, let’s get upstairs. Some of the other boys in the locker room cheer and hustle out. GREG, however, hangs his head in his hands. GREG Dodgeball day? We'll get creamed! JACKSON Maybe fake an injury early on and sit it out?45. GREG No, Mr. Blackwell will see right through that. JACKSON Maybe Shazaam can help. GREG Shazaam? You have the lamp with you? Jackson pulls his BACKPACK out of his locker, and from the backpack, draws out the lamp. JACKSON I brought it along today, just in case. They look back and forth - they’re alone. Jackson rubs the lamp. JACKSON (CONT'D) Knock knock. You in there? A puff of purple smoke, and SHAZAAM appears. SHAZAAM Behold, it is I, the great and powerful... Ew, what smells funky? JACKSON We need your help. SHAZAAM You need to get a power washer up in here and deal with that stench. Ugh! A pair of aerosol air fresheners appear in SHAZAAM’S hands. He begins spraying everything in sight. GREG Can you help make us good at dodgeball? SHAZAAM Ah, so we’re looking to get physical. In a flash, SHAZAAM is dressed like a physical trainer in a purple windbreaker top and pants.46. SHAZABM (CONT'D) @ (shadowboxing) We'll start with some cardio, then move on to speed and jumping drills. After that... JACKSON Can‘t we just wish for it? SEAZAAM Of course you can wish for it. ‘That's what the whole genie thing is about? JACKSON and GREG look at each other and shrug. GREG What do you say? JACKSON I'll make that wish. ‘They both put their hands on the lamp. JACKSON (CONT'D) I wish we were awesome at e dodgeball. SHAZAAM Here's where the magic happens. He claps his hands and purple sparkles erupt from his palms. They fly into the air, then slowly drift to the ground over the two boys and disappear. A beat. GREG That's it? SHAZAAM What did you expect? JACKSON I don't feel any different. SHAZAAM Trust me. INT, GYMNASIUM - DAY @ JACKSON and GREG join the rest of the boys in the gym. Picking teams is almost done.47 AUSTIN is one team leader - PATRICK, one of Austin's flunkies, is the other. AUSTIN Hey, we'll take Jackson over there. JACKSON, beaming, gladly heads over to Austin’s team. only a few kids remain, then two. Then down to GREG. PATRICK I guess we have Kimball. GREG lets out a defeated sigh. JACKSON shakes his head and mouths the word “Sorry.” MR. BLACKWELL Alright, teams, take your sides. The whistle blows and the game begins. A few balls sail back and forth, some kids get hit, some catch the balls. The action shifts, several kids on GREG’S team rush to one side of the gym, leaving him wide open. DOUG, another one of the kids seen hanging around Austin, spots him, smiles, and pitches the ball at him. Greg sees the ball coming straight for him, he closes his eyes, then - WHAM. Greg opens his eyes to see he’s very skillfully caught the ball. pDouc Aw, man. He steps off to the side of the gym with the other “out” kids. PATRICK sees JACKSON is still an open target. He slings his ball - only for JACKSON to spin and catcn it straight out of the air. He chen launches his ball where it slams dead into PATRICK'S chest. MONTAGE OF JACKSON AND GREG BEING GREAT AT DODGEBALL Jackson jumps over balls thrown at him, snatching one or two out of midair. Greg moves like a ninja, ducking and dodging anythiag that comes his way. Quick cuts of kids getting hit like machine gun fire.48. The whistle blows. Jackson and Greg are the last two standing. Like a pair of gunfighters at high noon, thoy stare each other down. GREG glances down at the two balls at his feet. JACKSON is empty handed - the closest ball is about 20 feet away. A discarded sheet of notebook paper blows across the gym floor between them. GREG lunges for the balls. JACKSON sprints to the side. Greg launches one of balls across the gym. In slow motion, it misses Jackson by a hair. JACKSON leaps and slides, belly flat, across the gym floor. Greg fires iis second ball. It’s coming straight for Jackson's face when he slides into the ball on the floor, grabs it, and uses it to deflect Greg’s shot. He rolls up onto nis feet and sends the ball across the gym. GREG tries to slip to the side, but he’s too slow and the ball ricochets off his shoulder. Game over. The boys on his team all gather around JACKSON for a round of high fives as GREG picks himself up off tk> ground. INT. LOCKER ROOM - DAY Back in their regular clothes, the kids get ready to head to their next class. AUSTIN comes up to JAC\SON AUSTIN Nice moves, McKindrick. I didn’t know you had it in yeu. JACKSON Yeah, sometimes I even surprise myself. AUSTIN You should try out for one of the teams. We can always use someone with good reflexes on the baseball team.