LEGEND OF TARZAN BROWN -- A Native American Hero

                                 BACKGROUND AND SYNOPSIS
                
               This visual story is based on true events in the life of 
               ELLISON MYERS "TARZAN" BROWN, a Narragansett Indian runner 
               from Rhode Island, who competed in the Boston Marathon and 
               Olympic Games during the 1930s.  This was the golden age of 
               the Boston Marathon with a cast of memorable characters -- 
               of which the most colorful and larger-than-life was Tarzan.
                
               Ellison's tribal name was Deerfoot, but he became labelled  
               Tarzan by contemporary runners and journalists, who considered 
               the Indian a maverick and wild man who lived in the woods 
               and possessed a physique reminiscent of Johnny Weismuller, 
               who hit the screen as Tarzan in 1932.  Press described the 
               runner: muscled as the best of the ancient Roman gladiators 
               and yet with the soft and sinuous curves of a Greek god.
                
               As described by Boston Marathon historian Tom Derderian: 
               Brown was regarded by most as a freak -- undisciplined and 
               uncontrollable, a child of nature, an awesome natural talent -- 
               and if he won or lost it was because of his unalterable 
               nature.  Thus, as an Indian with physical gifts, he would 
               never get personal credit for what he accomplished.  It was 
               expected he could run -- he was an Indian, after all -- so 
               he got no credit for character, courage or work ethic.  If 
               he succeeded it was because he did what his handlers prepared 
               him to do, like a thoroughbred racehorse.  When he failed, 
               it was his own fault, because he was "just an Indian."
                
               Others -- including marathon-expert Jerry Nason of the Boston 
               Globe, who called Brown "the most fabulous, most fantastic 
               man ever to run in the Boston Marathon" -- recognized the 
               Native American as a well-spoken and intelligent enigma.
                
               All agreed Tarzan was a marvelous individual -- sometimes 
               doing his training in barrooms and getting in some wild brawls 
               in the process -- his life full of entertaining adventures.
                
               Opening with the funeral after Brown's tragic death at age 
               60, back-story then traces his early running and impoverished 
               youth.  The main story concentrates on events from 1935 to 
               1939, as Ellison battles runners on the roads of Boston, 
               racism by the white society, alcoholism, and even Nazis in a 
               Berlin bar -- spurred on by a desire for respect and "a truck, 
               so he could earn a good living."  Throughout, Ellison relates 
               with a cast of characters based on real people, including a 
               crusty coach named Tippy, devoted wife Ethel, pressman Nason, 
               the marathon runner among marathon runners, Johnny Kelley, 
               as well as track-immortal Jesse Owens and even Frank Sinatra.  
               The story finishes at the beginning: showing an unlucky and 
               sad end to a man who had become a legendary champion runner 
               and inspirational hero to Native and white people alike.
                
               Few in the world of today -- even in the running community --
               know of Tarzan Brown, but his is a story deserving to be 
               retold...  And remembered. 
 
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                     LEGEND OF TARZAN BROWN -- A Native American Hero

                            A Screenplay Based on a True Story 

                                   By David Gary Wilson

               SUPER. ON BLACK:

               Where today are the Pequot?  Where are the Narragansett, the 
               Mohican, the Pokanoket, and many other once powerful tribes 
               of our people?  They have vanished before the avarice and 
               oppression of the white man, as snow before the summer sun.  

                         -- Tecumseh, Shawnee warrior and prophet

               FADE IN:

               INT. A FUNERAL HOME -- DAY

               SUPER: A TRUE STORY -- WESTERLY, RHODE ISLAND -- 1975 

               THE ROOM Is hundreds full, with people standing in the back --
               actually overflowing out onto the street.  PANNING the room --  
               solemn faces, young and old, American Indian and white, some 
               sobbing openly.  Several in the front row are in Narragansett 
               tribal dress.  A plain coffin up front, beside it a picture 
               of a shirtless young Native American man -- a magnificent 
               bronze physique and good features under an eagle-feather 
               headdress.  A handsome late-50s Native man, ATMORE STANTON, 
               is addressing the assembly with a EULOGY:

                                     ATMORE
                         As I look around this room, I know 
                         many of you think of ELLISON TARZAN 
                         BROWN as a legend -- Deerfoot of the 
                         Narragansett, a champion runner who 
                         was a wild and colorful character.  
                         Well... he was more than that.  He 
                         was the kindest man you could ever 
                         know, and everyone was his friend... 
                         even if maybe they weren't, he thought 
                         they were.  Oh yeah, to lots of people 
                         he was misunderstood.  Just that 
                         clown Tarzan, or...  million-dollar 
                         legs and a five-cent head... scatter-
                         brained red-skin...  Oh yeah, we 
                         heard it all... didn't bother him 
                         though.  And it wasn't true.  Sissy, 
                         his daughter, says he read more than 
                         anyone she ever saw.  If he ran outta 
                         books, papers, encyclopedias -- 
                         anything -- he would start readin' 
                         labels, like what's written on a 
                         bottle...  Anything.  He liked to 
                         keep his mind busy.

               PANNING the room as Atmore speaks.  Some are smiling with 
               moist eyes, others serious and one man sobbing loudly.

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                                     ATMORE (CONT'D)
                         Ellison could be cutting wood...  
                         and you'd see him look up at an eagle 
                         or at somethin' in the woods.  Then, 
                         he'd put the ax down and you wouldn't 
                         see him for a while.  It could be a 
                         few hours or maybe two days...   
                         Now, I know a lot of you are angry 
                         right now about what happened...
                              (pause)

               SOME NATIVE AMERICAN FACES in the room have stern, tight 
               features.  A man shuffling in back, one hand clenched in a 
               fist, takes a quick pull from a flask in the other hand.

                                     ATMORE (CONT'D)
                         Well, ETHEL wants you to know, there's  
                         nobody to blame for what happened to 
                         her husband.  The family doesn't 
                         want no retribution or trouble 
                         started.  Far as we all know, it was 
                         a... just a tragic accident.  El, he 
                         never held grudges against anybody, 
                         white or Indian, and he wouldn't 
                         want any of us to either.  He lived 
                         through a time when Indians were 
                         treated badly -- worse than now.  He 
                         never really got the respect or lucky 
                         breaks he deserved... but he always 
                         stayed cheerful, even when he was 
                         down.  Sure, Ellison was down 
                         sometimes, but never out.  Mostly, 
                         he was a survivor, taking each day 
                         as it came, keeping his humor and 
                         seeing the best in everything.

               Atmore pauses to wipe an eye.  He coughs and continues.

                                     ATMORE (CONT'D)
                         My cousin Ellison was my best friend 
                         my whole life.  He was a hero to 
                         Ethel and his family and me and to 
                         many of you too.  Indian and white.  
                         And the real reason he was such a 
                         fast runner... his heart was just 
                         way bigger than everyone else's.   
                              (emotion breaks through)
                         We'll all miss him so very much.

               Atmore takes a seat in the front row, and is comforted by 
               family.  A NATIVE PASTOR takes the pulpit.

                                     PASTOR
                         Now, before we free Ellison's spirit  
                         to run with his ancestors, please 
                         help us to celebrate his life as we 
                         listen to a song he was known to 
                         enjoy.

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               A VINYL RECORD, a 33 L.P., spins on a turntable.  The needle 
               placed on the disk is corrected somewhat as sound sputters 
               from speakers.  A song, "My Way", by FRANK SINATRA, resonates 
               over the room:

                                     SINATRA (V.O.)
                         And now, the end is near, and so I 
                         face, the final curtain.  My friend, 
                         I'll say it clear, I'll state my 
                         case, of which I'm certain.  I've 
                         lived, a life that's full, I've 
                         traveled each and every highway.  
                         But more, much more than this, I did 
                         it my way.

               As the song plays, the room is panned again, showing wide 
               reaction from smiles to sad faces to outright crying.

               CLOSE to a PICTURE BOARD near the back of the room: a sequence 
               of images of a Native man at the peak of his athleticism.

                                     SINATRA (V.O.) (CONT'D)
                         Regrets, I've had a few, but then 
                         again, too few to mention.  I did, 
                         what I had to do, and saw it through, 
                         without exemption.  I planned, each 
                         charted course, each careful step 
                         along the byway,
                         But more, much more than this,
                         I did it my way.

               (OPENING CREDITS as Sinatra continues) 

                                     SINATRA (V.O.) (CONT'D)
                         Yes, there were times, I'm sure you 
                         knew, when I bit off,
                         more than I could chew.
                         But through it all, when there was 
                         doubt, I ate it up, and spit it out.  
                         I faced it all and I stood tall, and 
                         did it my way.

               EXT. FUNERAL HOME -- A BIT LATER -- LATE-SUMMER DAY

               Pallbearers in Narragansett tribal dress exit the hall, 
               carrying the coffin to a waiting hearse.  A drum beats and 
               Native singers wail a tribal song.  The family follow with 
               bowed heads.  As the hearse pulls away and people continue 
               to file from the hall, a lean white man in his 60s touches 
               the arm of an elderly stout white man as he passes.  Both 
               are dressed similarly in older-fashion sports jackets, a 
               loud tie and a wide-brimmed hat on the stout man.

                                     JERRY (LEAN MAN IN 60S)
                         Excuse me, I think I know you.  Aren't 
                         you Tippy... Salerno?  The coach?

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                                     TIPPY
                         Haven't been called "the coach" in a 
                         long time.  But I'm Tippy.  And you 
                         are...

                                     JERRY
                         Jerry Nason -- haven't seen you in 
                         ages.  Good to see you again.
                              (offers his hand)

                                     TIPPY
                              (takes it)
                         Nason...  Yu'know -- I remember yuh 
                         of course.  The marathon writer...  
                         Yer with the Herald, right?

                                     JERRY
                         Boston Globe actually.  And I retired 
                         last year.

                                     TIPPY
                         Okay, well it's all the same to me, 
                         yu'know.  
                              (snorts loudly)
                         Yuh here for a story?  I got lots of 
                         stories.

                                     JERRY
                         I'm retired. And I'm here out of 
                         respect for a great man.
                              (pause)
                         Anyway, think all the stories about 
                         Tarzan have already been told.  You 
                         know, I followed him for years -- 
                         since way back when you first started 
                         working with him.  I remember we 
                         talked together about him way back 
                         when.

                                     TIPPY
                         Yeah... I remember.  Yuh showed a 
                         lot of interest in him. 

                                     JERRY
                         I kind of felt like one of his 
                         promoters sometimes.

                                     TIPPY
                         Well, he sure didn't need a whole 
                         lotta promotin' -- did a pretty fair 
                         job of that himself, yu'know.

                                     JERRY
                         He was an unforgettable character, 
                         that's for sure.

                                     TIPPY
                         A wonderful piece a work tuh behold.

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                                     JERRY
                         Yes sir.  Crude and undisciplined... 
                         And such a beautiful runner.  Poetry. 

                                     TIPPY
                              (nodding)
                         What a runner.  Best damn, purest 
                         runner I ever saw, yu'know.

                                     JERRY
                         Yes, I have to say he was the most 
                         fabulous... the most fantastic man 
                         ever to run in the Boston Marathon.  
                         And that was back in the golden age 
                         of Boston -- with guys like KELLEY 
                         and PAWSON and COTE...

                                     TIPPY
                         All great runners sure, but the Indian 
                         was...
                              (intense)
                         More than that.

                                     JERRY
                              (nodding)
                         Absolutely.   

                                     TIPPY
                         That kid had amazing ability, 
                         yu'know...  Uncanny endurance.  Right 
                         from the first time I laid eyes on 
                         him, I knew he was somethin' special.  
                         Altogether different than anyone 
                         else -- before or since.  With these 
                         marathoners of today, yu'know, there 
                         ain't none of 'em that could compete 
                         with him and do the things he did.  
                         Not one of 'em!
                              (pause, snorts)

               TIPPY'S EYES...  CLOSER

                                     TIPPY (CONT'D)
                         Yu'know...  must be about 50 years 
                         ago I first laid eyes on that kid...

               CLOSER...

                                                               DISSOLVE TO:

               EXT. A COUNTRY ROAD IN 1925 RHODE ISLAND -- MID AFTERNOON

               A NATIVE MAN in his prime is running, striding easily and 
               with graceful long-distance form.  He passes some small 
               tarpaper houses, where several Native kids are playing near 
               the road.  A small figure begins following the runner -- it 
               is 11-year-old ELLISON BROWN: bronze-skinned, sinuous and 
               well-proportioned, with fine features under long dark hair.

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                                     ELLISON
                         Hey Uncle Horatio, where you off 
                         runnin' to?

               HORATIO STANTON glances back -- the boy is about 100 feet 
               behind. 

                                     HORATIO
                         Ellison.  I'm on a training run.  
                         Gonna meet up with my coach up at 
                         the Shannock ball field.

                                     ELLISON
                         Can I come?

                                     HORATIO
                         Sorry Ellison, not this time.  It's 
                         too far and I'm running too fast for 
                         you to keep up.

               ELLISON is picking up his pace, closing some distance. 

                                     ELLISON
                         What did you say, Uncle Horatio?  I 
                         like running -- think I can keep up.

                                     HORATIO
                         Go back home and play with Atmore.  
                         It's nearly sixteen miles to Shannock -- 
                         almost two hours of running.  That's 
                         way too far for a kid. 

                                     ELLISON
                         How we gonna get back?  Can I get a 
                         ride in a motorcar with you?

                                     HORATIO
                              (shaking his head)
                         Bye bye Ellison.  I'm picking up my 
                         pace now.

                                     ELLISON
                         So how far we runnin' again?

               EXT. BALLFIELD AT SHANNOCK -- LATER AFTERNOON

               TWO MEN are engaged in conversation as they watch a ball 
               game from a small set of uncrowded bleachers.  One of the 
               two, a stout man of thirty wearing a wide-brimmed hat, snorts 
               as he inspects his pocket watch.

                                     OTHER MAN
                         What're you -- late for dinner, Tippy?

                                     TIPPY
                         Na, gotta keep my eye on the time 
                         here, yu'know.
                                     (MORE)

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                                     TIPPY (CONT'D)
                         Pretty good Indian runner I'm handling 
                         should be coming in any time.  Got 
                         him runnin' all the way in from 
                         Westerly.

                                     OTHER MAN
                         Westerly?  That's a fair chunk of 
                         road...  
                              (pause)
                         Hey, if you're here, how do you know 
                         what time he left, or even if he 
                         left at all?  Them Indians sure ain't 
                         known for their punctuality -- know 
                         what I mean?

                                     TIPPY
                         Oh, he'll be here.  This guy's one 
                         of the good ones.  Horatio Stanton... 
                         Chief Horatio Stanton.

                                     OTHER MAN
                         Oh yeah -- fast runner, huh?

                                     TIPPY
                         Good runner, a natural, yu'know -- 
                         like a lot of Indians.  And I got 
                         him stickin' to his training -- no 
                         firewater allowed.  Expect big things 
                         outta him one of these years at 
                         Boston, yu'know.

                                     OTHER MAN
                         Ah, Tip, yer wastin' yer time -- 
                         trainin' savages.  Don't got the 
                         heart and brains tuh win races.

                                     TIPPY
                         Yeah?  Ever hear a Tom Longboat?  
                         Full-blooded Injun.  Anyway, I kinda 
                         like workin' with em -- can't be 
                         runnin' myself with these stubby 
                         legs, yu'know.  And helpin' em out 
                         makes me feel good, yu-- 

               CRACK!!  THE SWEET SPOT OF A BAT ON A BASEBALL

                                     TIPPY (CONT'D)
                         Here we go!  

               Full attention is back on the ball game, as a batter has hit 
               a long ball and several runs are being scored.

               EXT. COUNTRY ROAD THROUGH FOREST -- THAT MOMENT

               A YOUNG DEER stands on the road, ears up, startled by the 
               sight of a man running around a curve toward it.  The deer 
               slowly starts to trot down the road, away from the runner.

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                                     HORATIO
                              (closing the distance)
                         On Your Left!  

               The deer, more startled, veers off the road toward the cover 
               of trees, stopping to watch the man run by and away.  Then 
               the animal's attention is diverted to a smaller figure coming 
               around the bend.

               ELLISON'S P.O.V. -- spotting the deer as he rounds the curve.  
               Slowing to a walk, he approaches the animal.

                                     ELLISON
                         Hey little fella.  I won't hurt you.

               EXT. SHANNOCK BALLFIELD -- LATER

               TIPPY'S P.O.V. from the bleachers spots Horatio Stanton 
               running up toward the ball field.

                                     TIPPY
                         Here comes Chief Smoking Feet now.  
                         Time tuh go feed him some hero 
                         biscuits, yu'know.

                                     OTHER MAN
                              (laughs)

               EXT. ROAD BESIDE BALLFIELD -- MOMENTS LATER

               Tippy, smoking a large cigar, claps Horatio on the back.

                                     TIPPY
                         Good running Chief.  How the feet 
                         doin' this time?

               Horatio bends to pull off one of his shoes, a heavy-looking 
               black boot.

                                     HORATIO
                         Bleeding I think.  Damn shoes are no 
                         good for nothing.  Say -- you got an 
                         extra one of those?

               Tippy hesitates, then reaches into a pocket and hands Stanton 
               a cigar.

                                     TIPPY
                         Yeah, guess these things won't make 
                         yuh faster, but at least they can't 
                         hurt yuh... 
                              (beat)
                         Just keep eatin' lots of eggs and 
                         gettin' lots of sleep -- like I told 
                         yuh, yu'know?

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                                     HORATIO
                         Whatever you say, you're the boss.
                              (inspects the cigar)
                         Hey, we gotta go back and find my 
                         nephew.  Damn kid was runnin' right 
                         behind me -- almost all the way from 
                         Westerly.

                                     TIPPY
                         What?  Yer tellin' me some kid ran 
                         all the way from Westerly -- and I 
                         ain't never heard of him before?  
                         You been holdin' out on me, Chief?

                                     HORATIO
                         No.

                                     TIPPY
                         How old?  Must be over 16 if he can 
                         run over 15 miles with the likes of 
                         you.
                              (relights cigar)
                         Anyone handlin' him yet, yu'know?

                                     HORATIO
                         Relax Tippy.  He's only about 10 or 
                         11 -- you got lots of time.

                                     TIPPY
                              (disbelief to excited)
                         WHAT?  Ten or 11 years old -- really?  
                         I gotta see this kid.  C'mon, let's 
                         go find him -- c'mon let's go. 

               EXT. COUNTRY ROAD THROUGH FOREST -- A BIT LATER

               A CAR, early 1920s Ford, slows to a stop, its motor popping 
               as it shuts down.

               INT. CAR

                                     TIPPY
                              (at the wheel)
                         Well?

                                     HORATIO
                         This is where I last saw him behind 
                         me.  There was a deer on the road so 
                         he probably thought he could bring 
                         it home for a pet...  Yeah, there he 
                         is, in those trees over there.

               EXT. IN TREES BESIDE THE ROAD.

               ELLISON is swinging from a low branch, making whooping noises.  
               Tippy and Horatio approach, both still smoking cigars.

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                                     TIPPY
                              (softly, meant to 
                              himself)
                         Like a little Tarzan.

                                     HORATIO
                         What?

                                     TIPPY
                         Oh, just some guy I seen in one of 
                         them picture books.  Plays with 
                         monkeys, yu'know.  You learn how to 
                         read, yuh'll know about him too.

               Tippy appraises the young Ellison as the youngster drops 
               from the branch, landing lightly on his feet just in front 
               of the two men.

                                     TIPPY (CONT'D)
                         What's yer name, son?

                                     ELLISON
                         Ellison.

                                     HORATIO
                         His Narragansett tribal name is 
                         Deerfoot.

                                     TIPPY
                         Deerfoot, huh?  Yu'know, with a name 
                         like that, no wonder yer a runner.  
                         Nothin' runs like a deer.  Hey son, 
                         yer Uncle tells me you want a ride 
                         in a motorcar; I suppose we got room 
                         for yuh.

                                     ELLISON
                         GOOD.  My feet hurt.

                                     HORATIO
                         Welcome to the club.

                                     TIPPY
                         Okay kid, here's the deal.  Yuh get 
                         yer ride home today.  Eat lots, get 
                         lots of sleep.  Don't go runnin' no 
                         15 miles every other day...  But run 
                         around lots when yer playin' --   
                         yu'know what I'm sayin'?  How old 
                         are yuh, anyway?

                                     ELLISON
                         Eleven, sir.

                                     TIPPY
                         Come see me when yer 16.
                                     (MORE)

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                                     TIPPY (CONT'D)
                         Yuh'll be old enough to run in A.A.U. 
                         competition races by then...  Maybe 
                         yuh'll make me forget all about this 
                         bum, yer uncle.
                              (playfully punches 
                              Horatio's shoulder)
                         Just kiddin', Chief -- you were 
                         lookin' real good comin' in today.

               EXT. PORCH OF A TARPAPER CABIN, WESTERLY -- DAY

               An attractive but stressed woman, appearing late-30s and of 
               Mexican descent, stands on the porch, looking out to the 
               road in front.

                                     MRS. BROWN
                         Ellison.  ELLISON.  You come home 
                         now!

               YOUNG ELLISON is seen, running down the road, right by and 
               past the porch -- another young Native boy in pursuit.

                                     MRS. BROWN (CONT'D)
                         ELLISON!  ELLISON MYERS BROWN!  You 
                         come back here, COME BACK HERE NOW I 
                         SAY!

               Ellison continues as though he hasn't heard.  The follower 
               stops, looks back toward the porch.  He is lighter-skinned 
               and taller than his quarry -- seems rather awkward.

                                     MRS. BROWN (CONT'D)
                         ATMORE!  You tell Ellison to come 
                         back NOW.

                                     ATMORE
                         But Mrs Brown -- we're in the middle 
                         of a game!  It's his turn to be King 
                         Philip, so I hafta kill him first!

               Ellison stops, turns to look back at Atmore.  CLOSE to 
               Ellison's narrowing eyes -- so dark brown they appear black.

                                     ELLISON
                         You'll have to catch me first white 
                         man!  Ha Ha!
                              (cuts into woods)

                                     ATMORE
                              (taking up the chase)
                         You're DEAD, King!

               Mrs Brown shakes her head in frustration, then smiles as she 
               turns and stoops to pick up a toddler girl watching from 
               just behind.

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                                     MRS. BROWN
                         Now GRACIE, you don't go taking after 
                         that misbehaving brother of yours -- 
                         no no.

               Holding the child close, she walks off the porch, around to 
               the back of the cabin, following the sound of chopping wood.  
               A NATIVE MAN, slim early 40s, looks up and lays down his ax 
               as she approaches and puts down Gracie -- who runs gleefully 
               to her father's waiting hands.

                                     MRS. BROWN (CONT'D)
                         BRYAN, that son of yours don't come 
                         when he been called.

                                     BRYAN
                         That's 'cause he's a boy, not a dog.

                                     MRS. BROWN
                         You're very funny, Mr Brown, 'cept I 
                         ain't laughin'.
                              (then she laughs)

                                     BRYAN
                         So what do you need him for?

                                     MRS. BROWN
                         I don't hafta need him...  I just 
                         want him to come when I call! 

                                     BRYAN
                              (laughs)
                         Aw, they're just playin', anyway.  
                         Them kids get so wrapped up havin' 
                         fun, half the time they can't even 
                         hear you.

                                     MRS. BROWN
                         'Cause they ain't listenin'.  
                              (pause)
                         Hey, tell me something...  Who was 
                         this King Philip again?  Was he a 
                         white king or an Indian king?  Having 
                         trouble remembering things lately.

                                     BRYAN
                              (patiently)
                         Like I told you before, he was a big 
                         chief, so big they called him a king.  
                         King Philip united our people 300 
                         years ago, beat back the Waumpeshau, 
                         the white man...
                              (puts Gracie down, 
                              picks up the ax)
                         ...before they finally got the best 
                         of him and sent him to the Happy 
                         Hunting Ground.
                                     (MORE)

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                                     BRYAN (CONT'D)
                         All the stories end like that -- 
                         white man wins, red man is a conquered 
                         nation.
                              (shrugs)
                         How did you Mexicans make out?

                                     MRS. BROWN
                         I just don't know if those kids should  
                         be playin' that the Indians always 
                         have to lose...  I know this is a 
                         world for the white man...

                                     BRYAN
                         Hey, I heard someone say once that 
                         games imitate life...  
                              (shrugs)
                         We might not get to win, but the 
                         most important thing is to survive.  
                         So maybe we don't get much respect 
                         from the white man, we just gotta 
                         respect ourselves...  remember who 
                         we are -- and have some fun.  
                              (beat)
                         Even if we gotta get a job in this 
                         crazy white man's world.
                              (shrugs again)
                         Besides, they can take our land but 
                         not our hearts -- and we carry the 
                         true land in our hearts... 

               Smiling, Bryan thumps his chest, winks at his daughter, and 
               resumes chopping wood.

               INT. A ONE-ROOM SCHOOLHOUSE, WESTERLY -- DAY

               A young, serious-looking schoolmarm stands at the front of 
               the class.  Native children are at their desks, working 
               intently with pencils on paper.  THE TEACHER surveys her 
               charges, then spotting something amiss, starts down a row 
               toward the middle of the classroom.

                                     MISS FRANCIS
                         ETHEL?  ETHEL WILCOX -- what are you 
                         doing sitting behind Ellison?  Again.  
                         That is not your proper seat, young 
                         lady, now is it?

               A TINY GIRL, about seven, shrinks down in her seat as a 
               smirking Ellison turns full around to laugh at her plight.

                                     ETHEL
                              (shrinking even lower)
                         No Miss Francis.  Sorry Miss Francis.

               The teacher arrives at Ellison's desk.

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                                     MISS FRANCIS
                         Ellison, please turn around young 
                         man.

               Ellison turns back to his desk, where -- close up -- it is 
               revealed he has apparently been drawing an elaborate picture: 
               an eagle flying over a pack of running wolves.  The drawing 
               is detailed and lifelike. 

                                     MISS FRANCIS (CONT'D)
                              (spotting the artwork)
                         Ellison Brown!  Now what in God's 
                         good heaven is that?

                                     ELLISON
                              (little smile)
                         My masterpiece?

                                     MISS FRANCIS
                         Well, it is supposed to be your a-
                         rith-me-tic.

               Miss Francis snatches the picture from Ellison's desktop, 
               then refocuses her attention on the girl behind.

                                     MISS FRANCIS (CONT'D)
                         Now, Miss Wilcox, you will return to 
                         your proper seat, and we will have 
                         no more of this... foolery with the 
                         seating plan.  Do I make myself clear?

                                     ETHEL
                         Yes Miss Francis.

               The teacher, holding Ellison's drawing, studying it, spins 
               and walks toward the front of the room.  Ellison turns to 
               smile at Ethel as she takes her proper seat two rows over.  
               Catching his look, she smiles back, then discreetly blows 
               him a kiss.  There is stifled laughter from another girl, 
               cutting off as the teacher abruptly turns around to face the 
               class.

               INT. SCHOOLROOM -- A LITTLE LATER

               CLANG-CLANG-CLANG!  MISS FRANCIS, standing by her desk, is 
               waving a small but effectively noisy bell -- the seated 
               children exploding instantly up and, with excitement, toward 
               the door.

                                     MISS FRANCIS
                         Now children -- let's have some order, 
                         please!  ELLISON, stay behind, I 
                         would like to have a word with you, 
                         young man.

               Ellison exchanges a look with Ethel as she hesitates in the 
               bottle neck of exiting children, before being the last to 
               leave.

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                                                                        15.


               Ellison lingers by the desk as his teacher seats herself.

                                     MISS FRANCIS (CONT'D)
                         Now Ellison...

               She fumbles with some papers, pulling his wildlife drawing 
               out, inspecting it before holding it up to its creator.

                                     MISS FRANCIS (CONT'D)
                         You know, this is very good work -- 
                         the best drawing I've ever seen from 
                         an 11-year-old.

                                     ELLISON
                         You can keep it if you want.

                                     MISS FRANCIS
                         I don't recall saying you could have 
                         it back to give it away... but thank 
                         you.  
                              (slight smile)
                         I'm interested... did you copy it 
                         from other pictures?  I don't recall 
                         seeing any quite like it in our books.

                                     ELLISON
                         I did copy it from some pictures, 
                         but I keep them in my head.  From 
                         things I see in the woods.

                                     MISS FRANCIS
                         Really?  Well Ellison, you should  
                         keep on drawing, keep practicing.  I 
                         think you could someday be a very 
                         fine artist if you work at it.

                                     ELLISON
                         Thanks.  I like to draw, but I'm 
                         gonna be a famous runner when I'm 
                         old enough.  Uncle Horatio says I 
                         got born with magic feet.  

                                     MISS FRANCIS
                         Well, I think you should remember 
                         you have other gifts as well.  It's 
                         very difficult for Indians to make 
                         anything of themselves in this world.  
                         I think if you keep practicing your 
                         artwork, someday people might pay 
                         money for it.

                                     ELLISON
                         So, maybe I got magic feet and magic 
                         hands?

               Ellison inspects his palms and smiles. 

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                                                                        16.


                                     MISS FRANCIS
                         That should be "maybe you have"... 
                         magic feet -- not "got".  But 
                         Ellison...
                              (now sternly)
                         Please refrain from practicing your 
                         artwork during arithmetic.  Do I 
                         make myself clear?

                                     ELLISON
                         Yes Miss Francis.

               EXT. MAIN STREET -- WAKEFIELD, RHODE ISLAND -- DAY

               YOUNG ELLISON and his cousin, Atmore, are beside a young 
               BLONDE BOY; the trio have their noses pressed up against a 
               window.  The sign above says "WAKEFIELD EMPORIUM".

                                     BLONDE BOY
                         I can't believe you've never been 
                         inside.  I've been in lotsa times, 
                         even without my dad.  C'mon, I'll 
                         show you all the good stuff in there.

               INT. WAKEFIELD EMPORIUM -- MOMENTS LATER

               Ellison and Atmore follow the blonde boy as he leads them by 
               previously unseen treasures.

                                     ATMORE
                         Hey, this is great...  So much stuff 
                         to look at all at once.

                                     BLONDE BOY
                         Ain't seen nothin' yet -- wait'll 
                         you see all the penny candy up at 
                         the counter.

               A BIG MAN behind the counter looks down at the three hurrying 
               up to inspect the candy selection.

                                     BIG PROPRIETOR
                         HEY -- You kids!  Get outta my store!  
                         NO INDIAN KIDS ALLOWED in here -- I 
                         gotta sign up somewhere.

                                     BLONDE BOY
                              (reaching in his pocket)
                         It's okay, MR JOHNSON, they're with 
                         me.  An I got money.  Five cents.
                              (holds out his palm)

                                     MR JOHNSON
                         You can stay.  But not if you're 
                         bringin' in Indian kids.  Now...  
                              (red-faced angry)
                         Go on -- SCRAM.  OUTTA HERE NOW!

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                                                                        17.


               Ellison is frozen in the glare of the fierce proprietor.

               CLOSE to Ellison's dark eyes -- no fear as they begin to 
               narrow... 

                                     ATMORE
                              (grabbing Ellison)
                         C'mon El, let's go!

               Atmore yanks Ellison to motion, the two scramble toward the 
               door.

                                                               DISSOLVE TO:

               EXT. PORCH OF BROWNS' WESTERLY CABIN -- DAY

               IT IS FOUR YEARS LATER.  CLOSE UP, a newspaper headline: Stock 
               Markets CRASH -- Wall Street PANIC!  The paper is the 
               Providence Journal, the date is Oct 29, 1929.  The paper 
               collapses forward to reveal Bryan Brown behind it, laying it  
               onto his lap as he picks up a plain coffee mug.  Sitting 
               close by is Horatio Stanton, smoking a big cigar -- looking 
               slightly older and thicker in the middle than when last seen.

                                     HORATIO
                         So anything else goin' on in the 
                         world, Bryan -- besides all that 
                         gloom an' doom everyone keeps talkin' 
                         about?

                                     BRYAN
                         Yeah, these funny papers in here are 
                         good.
                              (chuckles)
                         There's this new one about some fella 
                         lives over in Africa with big apes.  
                         Gets himself around by swingin' on 
                         vines through the jungle.

                                     HORATIO
                         Like that son of yours.

                                     BRYAN
                              (laughing)
                         Yeah, kinda like Ellison.

                                     HORATIO
                         He's runnin' pretty fast now you 
                         know.  Faster than me -- at least in 
                         the short haul.  Lotsa energy.

                                     BRYAN
                         Yeah, one of the neighbors was just 
                         bitchin'.  Said Ellison keeps chasin' 
                         his animals around -- guess his cows 
                         were too tired to stand up for 
                         milkin'.

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                                                                        18.


               Horatio laughs.

                                     HORATIO
                         Them magic feet could take him a 
                         long ways.  I mean, he could become  
                         more than just another fast Indian -- 
                         really make somethin' of himself.

                                     BRYAN
                         Yeah, maybe.  But you know runnin' 
                         ain't a way to put food on a poor 
                         man's table.  Indian or white.

                                     HORATIO
                         Hey, nobody's ever gonna get rich  
                         from running.  Anyhow, It's more 
                         love than money that pushes a man to 
                         win races.

                                     BRYAN
                              (shrugs)
                         Can't eat love neither. 

                                     HORATIO
                         Well, you know what I mean though.  
                         El wants to go get trained by Tippy 
                         next year.  Tip can help him lots.

                                     BRYAN
                         Yeah...  Can't hurt if it settles 
                         him down some.  Boy's got lotsa spunk, 
                         just gotta learn to listen a bit now 
                         and then.

               EXT. COUNTRY ROAD THROUGH WESTERLY WOODS -- DAY

               TEENAGE RUNNING ELLISON, stops mid-stride in his tracks as 
               he hears a young girl calling after him.

                                     GRACIE (V.O.)
                         ELLISON.  Wait for me, ELLISON!

               ELLISON turns to see the small figure of his little sister, 
               Gracie, trailing behind.  He watches as she closes the 
               distance.

                                     ELLISON
                         Not this time, Gracie, I'm on a 
                         training run.  You can't keep up.

               Ellison resumes running down the road -- accelerating.

               GRACIE, looking exasperated, stops.  Panting.  She looks 
               longingly down the trail after her brother.

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                                                                        19.


                                     GRACIE
                              (still panting)
                         OKAY...  You can go...  By yourself... 
                         THIS TIME.

               ELLISON -- striding gracefully and effortlessly ahead.  He 
               runs with his chin up, his head tilted slightly to his left.

               ELLISON'S P.O.V. --  A young deer darts across the road just 
               in front, disappearing into the forest.  Ellison veers off 
               course, following its trail.

               EXT. IN THE WOODS -- A MOMENT LATER 

               THE DEER pauses to look back at its pursuer, then resumes 
               flight.  

               ELLISON'S P.O.V. -- giving chase, leaping over deadfall and 
               dodging trees, actually closing the distance...  Then...  
               Ellison trips over a log, plowing to a stop -- face first 
               into ground moss.  The chase has ended.  Slowly... he picks 
               himself up, shaking his head, spitting out moss fragments.

                                     ELLISON
                              (calling after deer)
                         OKAY.  YOU WIN THIS TIME.  NEXT TIME 
                         IS MY TURN.  I AM DEERFOOT OF THE 
                         NARRAGANSETT!  YOU'RE JUST A DEEERRRR!

               Smiling, Ellison turns and jogs back toward the road.

               EXT. SHORELINE OF A POND -- EVENING

               TEENAGE ELLISON and his cousin, Atmore, are wading in the 
               pond, shoulder deep and about 15 feet apart, slowly making 
               their way toward shore.  Each has his top hand just above 
               water, controlling a pole, the bottom hand apparently holding 
               the submerged part of some contraption.  As they reach 
               shallower water, the homemade seine net they are pulling 
               begins to reveal itself.

                                     ELLISON
                         Okay Atmore, start curling in a little 
                         more toward me, don't wanta lose any 
                         big ones this time.

                                     ATMORE
                         Sure feels heavy, bet there's some 
                         real lunkers back in the net already 
                         for sure.

                                     ELLISON
                         Bottoms been really draggin' in the 
                         muck, probably full of all kinds of 
                         shit.

               Ten feet from shore, at knee depth, pulling gets easier as 
               the two boys corral the makeshift seine in to the small beach.

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                                                                        20.


               Quicker now, they reach the water's edge and eagerly but 
               carefully bring the bottom of the net to the land.  The lower 
               center of the net reveals... mud, rocks, leeches, a bottle, 
               a boot, and a few small fish flapping silver just as they 
               slip out the back through tears in the material.

                                     ELLISON (CONT'D)
                         Damn. Stupid holes. Shit.

                                     ATMORE
                         I think we need a stronger net.

                                     ELLISON
                         You think?

                                     ATMORE
                         Yeah.

                                     ELLISON
                         Well, hard to get anything better 
                         than potato bags -- didn't think 
                         they'd rip.  But I can fix it.

                                     ATMORE
                         Figured you can.   

               Both boys begin wiping at the mud coating their legs from 
               the knees down, under their soaked rolled-up pants.

                                     ELLISON
                         Let's count bloodsuckers...  I got 
                         four on my right leg, oh five -- bet 
                         I got more than you.

                                     ATMORE
                         No fair -- I was rubbing 'em off in 
                         the water.

                                     ELLISON
                         No wonder you're so slow, shit brain!

                                     ATMORE
                         Shit-brain yourself.

                                     ELLISON
                         Me first, you last.  I got nine 
                         leeches -- I win.

                                     ATMORE
                         SO?

               Ellison throws a handful of mud and leeches at Atmore, who 
               deflects the attack just in time with his arm. 

                                     ELLISON
                         Good reflexes, Atty.
                                     (MORE)

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                                                                        21.


                                     ELLISON (CONT'D)
                         Okay, let's prop this thing up to 
                         dry and get outta here.  We can fix 
                         it tomorrow and clean this lake out.

               The two friends stretch out their potato-sack seine net, 
               propping it between two trees.

                                     ELLISON (CONT'D)
                         Race yuh home -- I'll give you a 50-
                         count head start.

                                     ATMORE
                         NO -- that's not enough.  Besides, 
                         you always cheat.

                                     ELLISON
                         Okay, I'll count to 100 then.  
                         Starting NOW!  One... two... three...

               Atmore turns and sprints away.

                                     ATMORE
                              (yelling back)
                         DON'T CHEAT THIS TIME!

                                     ELLISON
                         DON'T HAVE TO -- 17 18 19 20... 

               INT. A HOUSE IN CHARLESTOWN, RHODE ISLAND -- DAY

               TIPPY SALERNO, cigar in mouth, is about to open the door as 
               someone is knocking loudly, over the sound of driving rain.

                                     TIPPY
                         Okay, okay, hold yer horses, 
                         yu'know...  I'm gettin' it.

               Tippy opens the door to reveal a rain-soaked Ellison Brown, 
               who stands shivering, making no attempt to come inside.  
               Tippy stands quietly for a moment, measuring the teenager. 

                                     TIPPY (CONT'D)
                         So?  Yer 16 now, are yuh?  Kinda 
                         skinny, even for an Indian.

               Ellison just nods his head.

                                     TIPPY (CONT'D)
                         Yuh run here, kid?

               Nods again.  Hopeful smile.

                                     TIPPY (CONT'D)
                         So?  Yuh gonna be worth takin' on?  
                         Gonna make me proud one day?

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                                                                        22.


                                     ELLISON
                         Maybe I'll...  make us both proud...  
                         more'n just one day.  Maybe two days. 

                                     TIPPY
                              (amused -- snorts)
                         Okay...  Well, let's get yuh inside 
                         for some grub.  Hope yuh like eggs.  
                         Then I'll get yuh home, and we start 
                         yer trainin' with me tomorrow.

                                     ELLISON
                         Thanks, Mr. Salerno.

                                     TIPPY
                         Don't thank me, yu'know.  Thank the 
                         Lord for making yuh a fast Indian.  
                         And thank yer uncle for bein' such a 
                         bum.  Came in 25th or somethin' in 
                         Boston last year -- he tell yuh that?

               Shaking his head as he turns around, Tippy hides a smile 
               from Ellison.

               EXT. FRONT OF TIPPY'S HOUSE -- THE NEXT MORNING

               TIPPY, standing on his front porch, inspects his pocket watch 
               as a car slows to a stop in front.  Out from the back jumps 
               Ellison, waving at the car as it drives off; he then hurries 
               up to the porch.

                                     TIPPY
                         Yer late, yu'know, kid.  Rule number 
                         one: don't be late.

                                     ELLISON
                              (flashing smile)
                         Sorry Mr. Salerno, took me awhile to 
                         hitch a ride.

                                     TIPPY
                         If yer runnin' in a race, yu'know, 
                         and yer late -- yuh lose!  And don't 
                         say sorry.  I get sick of hearin' 
                         that -- so that'll be rule number 
                         two.  Got it?

               Ellison nods solemnly.

                                     TIPPY (CONT'D)
                         And call me Tippy.

                                     ELLISON
                              (big smile again)
                         So when do we get started, Tippy?

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                                                                        23.


                                     TIPPY
                         Right now, yu'know, right around the 
                         back.  Got somethin' to show yuh.

               Ellison follows Tippy around back of the house, revealing a 
               huge pile of unsplit firewood.  The coach steps up to the 
               pile and picks up an ax, offering it to Ellison.

                                     TIPPY (CONT'D)
                         Yer first assignment: let's see how 
                         much of this wood yuh can get split 
                         in an hour.  Then, we'll see how 
                         much yuh can split in the next hour.

               Ellison takes the ax and gazes solemnly at the woodpile.

                                     TIPPY (CONT'D)
                         By then, yu'know, it'll be lunchtime.

                                     ELLISON
                              (hopeful)
                         After lunch?

                                     TIPPY
                         It's a big pile, kid.

               The coach turns and starts walking away.

                                     TIPPY (CONT'D)
                         Don't worry, kid, I got eggs for yer 
                         lunch.

               EXT. BESIDE A LARGE WOODPILE -- DAY

               ELLISON Is swinging an ax.  TWACK!  He looks up as his father 
               comes around the corner of what is revealed to be the back 
               of the Browns' cabin -- Ellison has been splitting wood in 
               his own backyard.

                                     BRYAN
                         Hey Ellison, blisters gettin' any 
                         better?

               Ellison lowers the ax, lets it drop to the ground, inspects 
               his hands, then shows the palms to his dad.

                                     ELLISON
                         Pop, I got blisters on my blisters!

                                     BRYAN
                         They heal.  Turn to callus -- sign 
                         of a man.

                                     ELLISON
                         Pop, all I do is chop wood!  I do it 
                         all day for Tippy, then I have to 
                         come home an' do it here too.

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                                                                        24.


                                     BRYAN
                              (shrugs)
                         Fall's coming... Winter ain't too 
                         far after that.  Wood don't split 
                         itself -- you'll toughen up.  How's 
                         the runnin' going?

                                     ELLISON
                         Running?  I'm too TIRED to do any 
                         running.

                                     BRYAN
                         Too tired to help me go check my 
                         trap line?

                                     ELLISON
                         Now?
                              (big grin)
                         Okay, let's go.

               Ellison charges past his smiling father.

                                                               DISSOLVE TO:

               EXT. BACK OF TIPPY'S HOUSE -- TWO YEARS LATER -- DAY

               ELLISON IS CHOPPING WOOD, quickly and powerfully.  There is 
               a small pile of unsplit logs next to a very large pile of 
               split firewood.  Ellison is bigger, much more grown-up looking 
               than when last seen; at 5' 9", 145 lbs, he is muscular but 
               not overly so -- dark-skinned, sleek and sinuous.  Shorter 
               hair accentuates his finely chiseled features.

                                     TIPPY (O.S.)
                         Leave some for tomorrow, sport.  We 
                         gotta save some energy for yer run 
                         to Hope Valley!

               Ellison, flashing a big grin, tosses down the ax and charges 
               past Tippy, who smiles as he sucks on his trademark cigar.

               EXT. BESIDE A CINDER TRACK, EMPTY BLEACHERS -- DAY

               Tippy stands by the track, stopwatch in one hand, cigar in 
               the other.  Ellison is alone on the ringed surface, striding 
               swiftly around the final curve -- running barefoot.

                                     HORATIO (O.S.)
                         Hey Tippy, Sorry I'm late.

               Tippy glances back as a smiling Horatio joins him.  Both men 
               then watch Ellison charge up the final straightaway.

                                     TIPPY
                         Late.  Yah, you were makin' that too 
                         big a habit yer last few races -- 
                         yuh bum.
                                     (MORE)

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                                                                        25.


                                     TIPPY (CONT'D)
                              (chuckles)
                         Hey, yu'know, yer favorite nephew 
                         sure ain't gonna be late this run.

               Ellison zooms past the two men as Tippy, overly dramatic, 
               clicks his watch.

                                     TIPPY (CONT'D)
                              (excited)
                         Four minutes... 24 seconds!  By 
                         himself -- and barefoot!

                                     HORATIO
                         Yeah...  Well, it is easier to run 
                         fast with less weight on the feet.  
                         But of course for a marathon, gotta 
                         have shoes...  Biggest enemy for a 
                         distance runner is them damn shoes.

               Ellison, slowed to a jog, turns and heads back toward the 
               two men.

                                     TIPPY
                         Ahhh, shoes won't hurt him when I 
                         enter him in Boston next spring.  
                         He's got all the tools to be a great 
                         marathoner -- speed and endurance.  
                         And pretty bright too, yu'know, for 
                         an Indian.  No offense, Chief.

               Tippy turns to Horatio, prodding the Indian's once-flat belly 
               with the unlit end of his cigar.

                                     TIPPY (CONT'D)
                         Yu'know, I expected a lot more outta 
                         you than that...  23rd place back in 
                         '28, Chief.

                                     HORATIO
                         Hey, I finished 18th, and under three 
                         hours, Tippy!

                                     TIPPY
                         Yeah well, 23rd, 18th...  It's all 
                         the same tuh me, yu'know.  What's 
                         the difference -- yuh lost.
                              (snorts)

               A beaming Ellison joins them.

                                     ELLISON
                         How fast this time, Tippy?  Felt 
                         really strong.  Did I break four and 
                         a half?

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                                                                        26.


                                     TIPPY
                         Close enough, kid, close enough.  
                         But, yu'know, speed ain't yer problem.  
                         When yuh run the Legion race in 
                         Medford next week, yuh gotta 
                         remember... hold-back, hold-back.  
                         Right till the very end -- yu'know?  
                         Don't go tryin' to run away from 
                         everyone right from the start.  
                              (beat)
                         Like Last time.

               Tippy playfully nudges Ellison, who has been absorbing the 
               lesson, nodding his head.

               EXT. A COUNTRY ROAD -- RHODE ISLAND -- DAY

               ELLISON and HORATIO are running side by side.  The pace is 
               quite strong, but the two athletes converse easily, though 
               Horatio is laboring a bit.  Ellison surges slightly ahead, 
               his shirtless bronze torso glistening in light sweat.

                                     HORATIO
                         C'mon, hold back El, too fast -- you 
                         just wanna run easy now till the 
                         marathon.  And this'll be your last 
                         long run.

                                     ELLISON
                         How far we goin?

                                     HORATIO
                         I don't know.  Tippy said over two 
                         but under three hours for sure.  
                         Maybe 18 to 20 miles.  We'll turn 
                         around in a bit.

                                     ELLISON
                         So what's the farthest you ever ran?

                                     HORATIO
                         Twenty-six miles, 385 yards, exactly 
                         a marathon -- that's enough for me.

                                     ELLISON
                         Tell me again why it's that long.

                                     HORATIO
                         You mean, why it's exactly that 
                         distance?

                                     ELLISON
                         Yeah, the one about the Olympics.

                                     HORATIO
                         Okay, well...  When they had the 
                         Olympic Marathon in England, they
                                     (MORE)

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                                                                        27.


                                     HORATIO (CONT'D)
                         had to make the race start in front 
                         of some castle so the Queen's kids 
                         could watch it.  Then... the ending 
                         had to be right in front of the Queen 
                         watching in the stadium.  So... it 
                         just worked out to be that long -- 
                         26 miles, 385 yards.

                                     ELLISON
                         But this is the United States.  We 
                         don't got no queens.

                                     HORATIO
                              (shrugs as he runs)
                         They just wanted to keep the marathon 
                         runs always the same distance after 
                         that.  Make it standard.

                                     ELLISON
                         Okay.  Now tell me the one about the 
                         Greek guy that died after running.  
                         "Fee-uh-something".

                                     HORATIO
                         Yeah, "Pheidippi-- something".  He 
                         was the first marathon runner.  Had 
                         to run back a long ways to tell the 
                         other Greeks about some enemies they 
                         conquered.  So he...

                                     ELLISON
                              (interrupting)
                         Yelled "rejoice, we conquered the 
                         bad guys" -- then he dropped dead.  
                         Yeah, I remember.

                                     HORATIO
                         So, why'd you ask?

                                     ELLISON
                         Why'd he die?

                                     HORATIO
                         I don't know.  
                              (pause)
                         Maybe running all that way in heavy 
                         armor killed him.

                                     ELLISON
                         How far did he run?  Twenty-six miles, 
                         385 yards?
                              (grins)

                                     HORATIO
                         NO, of course it wasn't exactly that 
                         far.
                                     (MORE)

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                                                                        28.


                                     HORATIO (CONT'D)
                         This was hundreds... maybe thousands 
                         of years ago.  I don't know how far 
                         he ran.  He probably didn't know 
                         either.

                                     ELLISON
                         After he dropped dead, bet he didn't 
                         know anything.
                              (big grin)

                                     HORATIO
                         OKAY, far enough, time to turn around.

               The runners turn and head back down the dusty road, Ellison 
               surging slightly ahead.

               EXT. HOPKINTON, MASSACHUSETTS -- STARTING LINE OF THE BOSTON 
               ATHLETIC ASSOCIATION MARATHON -- APRIL 1934 -- LATE MORNING

               A large group of runners -- about 150 -- are preparing 
               themselves behind the starting banner of the race.  Some are 
               running on the spot, others are flexing themselves, self-
               massaging legs, in various last-minute, pre-race rituals.  
               Spectators line the start area.  From a raised platform, the 
               B.A.A. RACE ANNOUNCER addresses the crowd.

                                     B.A.A. ANNOUNCER (O.S.)
                         Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the 
                         1934 Boston Athletic Association 
                         Marathon Footrace.  Today, we have 
                         runners from all over the east coast 
                         and from as far away as Canada.  
                         Please give these fine young men the 
                         applause they so deserve as they 
                         prepare to run the amazing distance 
                         of 26 miles, 385 yards, ending in 
                         the city of Boston.  Runners...  
                         Please prepare yourselves for the 
                         start.

               Spectators applaud, and runners acknowledge the crowd as 
               they step up to the starting line.  All athletes are dressed 
               in similar running apparel for the period: racing vests, or 
               singlets, displaying various club insignia, with large-block 
               numbers pinned to their chests.

                                     B.A.A. ANNOUNCER (O.S.) (CONT'D)
                         Among the outstanding athletes we 
                         have with us today, we have the 
                         defending champion, from Pawtucket, 
                         Rhode Island, LESLIE PAWSON...  Les, 
                         please step forward and say hello to 
                         your supporters...

               Cheers and Applause.

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                                                                        29.


                                     B.A.A. ANNOUNCER (CONT'D)
                         We have SEVEN-time winner, CLARENCE 
                         H. DEMAR...

               Louder Cheers.

                                     B.A.A. ANNOUNCER (CONT'D)
                         We also have, from Canada, the second-
                         place finisher from one year ago... 
                         DAVE, uh... KOMONEN...

               A runner with a maple leaf on his vest steps forward and 
               waves to the appreciative crowd.

                                     B.A.A. ANNOUNCER (CONT'D)
                         Ladies and gentlemen, last year this 
                         man had to sell his shoes right off 
                         his feet after the race, so he could 
                         afford to travel home.

               Back in the crowd of runners is Ellison Brown, wearing a 
               distinctive running singlet -- home-sewn from scraps of cloth 
               of every conceivable color all pieced together.  Bouncing up 
               and down, he seems happy and eager to begin racing.  Beside 
               Ellison, a runner tugs at the multicolored fabric.

                                     RUNNER
                         Hey Chief, what's with the crazy 
                         quilt -- your mother make this?

                                     ELLISON
                              (proudly)
                         Yeah, leftovers from some of her 
                         dresses.

                                     B.A.A. ANNOUNCER (O.S.)
                         Runners...  Take your marks...  Get 
                         set...

                                                                    CUT TO:

               AN OLD RIFLE FIRING INTO THE SKY 

                                                                    CUT TO:

               THE CROWD OF RUNNERS surging forward, jostling for position 
               as spectators roar their approval.  Well back in the beginning 
               stage of the race, Ellison stands out in his multicolored 
               vest.

               EXT. FRAMINGHAM RAILROAD STATION -- BOSTON MARATHON COURSE -- 
               EARLY AFTERNOON

               A small group of runners passes by, including the Canadian, 
               Komonen.  Cars, filled mostly with press, follow alongside 
               the lead runners, reporters jabbering to each other and taking 
               notes.  A few motorcycle cops and some bicycles cruise nearby.

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                                                                        30.


               Onlookers line the course, cheering the racers as they go 
               past.  A long string of runners follow in the wake of the 
               lead pack.  After about 25 athletes pass by, Ellison appears -- 
               waving to the crowd, he seems to be thoroughly enjoying his 
               experience.

               ELLISON'S P.O.V. -- People are stepping out of the crowd 
               onto the road, holding up cups of water and offering orange 
               slices as runners pass by.

                                     ELLISON
                         Anybody giving out soda pop?

                                     RUNNER BESIDE ELLISON
                              (sweating, panting)
                         You're... having too much fun... I'm 
                         working harder... than you.  Why 
                         don't you go try to... catch the 
                         leaders?

                                     ELLISON
                         Not yet.  My coach, Tippy, he wants 
                         me to hold-back, hold-back till the 
                         last few miles.

               EXT. SLIGHT HILLS ALONG BOSTON MARATHON COURSE -- NEWTON -- 
               MID AFTERNOON

               Ellison, alternately jogging and walking, stops to remove 
               his shoes.  

               CLOSE to a foot -- a mess of broken blood blisters.

                                     ELLISON
                              (muttered to self)
                         Magic feet...

               Shaking head, he carries the footwear as he resumes running, 
               barefoot -- leaving a trail of blood.  His pained expression 
               improves after he casually tosses his shoes to some onlookers.

               INT. BUSY PRESSROOM OF THE BOSTON GLOBE -- DAY

               JERRY NASON, a lean young Globe reporter, sits at a desk, 
               pecking semi-rapidly at a typewriter, glancing to and from 
               his notes as he works. 

               JERRY'S P.O.V -- CLOSER to text as it forms on the paper.  
               The reporter's voice narrates as he types.

                                     JERRY (O.S.)
                         Though this year's race was won by 
                         Dave Komonen, a flying Finn from 
                         Canada -- with local boy, JOHNNY 
                         KELLEY, valiantly coming in second --
                         a colorful story was transpiring 
                         back in the pack.
                                     (MORE)

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                                                                        31.


                                     JERRY (O.S.) (CONT'D)
                         Dressed in his "vest of many colors" 
                         ran a poor Narragansett Indian from 
                         Rhode Island, named Ellison "Deerfoot" 
                         Brown.  Early in the race, he ran to 
                         the promise of his name, proudly 
                         with chin up, as beautiful in stride 
                         as any racehorse.  He finished the 
                         race with bloody bare feet, in 32nd 
                         place.  Muscled like the best of the 
                         ancient Roman gladiators and yet 
                         with the soft and sinuous curves of 
                         a Greek God...  Deerfoot looks like 
                         he would be more at home in the 
                         jungles of Africa than the streets 
                         of Boston.  This reporter wonders if 
                         "TARZAN" Brown will return next year 
                         to once again challenge the mighty 
                         marathon.

                                    -- By Jerry Nason

                                                               DISSOLVE TO:

               EXT. HOPKINTON -- BOSTON MARATHON STARTING LINE -- LATE 
               MORNING

               SUPER: ONE YEAR LATER -- APRIL, 1935 

               Runners are milling about behind the start banner, making 
               last-minute preparations.  Spectators and supporters interact 
               with athletes; reporters with note pads out are querying 
               runners and taking notes.  Ellison Brown sits cross legged 
               by the roadside, again wearing the multi-fabric singlet.

                                     B.A.A. ANNOUNCER (O.S.)
                         Attention All Runners.  It is ten 
                         minutes till noon, please begin moving 
                         to the starting line.

               Runners move closer to the start, exposing Ellison, sitting 
               stoically and expressionless.  A young pressman notices the 
               Indian and approaches.

                                     JERRY
                         Hey, I remember you, hard to forget 
                         that outfit.  I'm Jerry Nason -- 
                         with the Globe.  Mentioned you in a 
                         story last year.

               Ellison looks up at Nason.

                                     JERRY (CONT'D)
                         Say, shouldn't you be getting ready 
                         to run?  Race is set to start.

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                                                                        32.


                                     ELLISON
                         I remember.  My coach told me you 
                         called me "Tarzan".  Now lots of 
                         people are calling me that.
                              (grins)
                         I don't mind.

                                     JERRY
                         Well, Tarzan, how are you going to 
                         run this year?  Don't think you'll 
                         get a mention this time if you come 
                         in 32nd.

               Ellison slowly gets to his feet and stretches.

                                     ELLISON
                         Last year I was just here for all 
                         the fun, and besides, my feet weren't 
                         tough enough.  Got more callus this 
                         time -- sign of a man.

               Nason jots a quick note on his pad.

                                     ELLISON (CONT'D)
                         You writing this down?  Okay, this 
                         year could be a surprise for people.  
                         I'm gonna run as fast as I can, for 
                         as long as I can...  But don't tell 
                         Tippy -- he's my coach.

                                     B.A.A. ANNOUNCER (O.S.)
                         Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the 
                         1935 Boston Athletic Association 
                         Marathon Footrace.  Please show your 
                         appreciation to all these fine young 
                         athletes representing clubs throughout 
                         the U.S.A. and even Canada...  
                         Runners, please prepare for the start.

               Ellison starts toward the crowd of racers.

                                     JERRY
                         Well, good hunting, Tarzan.  Have a 
                         good race.

               The Indian runner looks back at Nason.

                                     ELLISON
                         If I win, maybe you can write in 
                         your paper that my victory is to 
                         honor my mother's spirit.  She passed 
                         away, just a few days ago.  So I'm 
                         wearing this shirt she made from her 
                         dresses...
                              (tugs at the fabric)
                         ...to remember her.  Even though 
                         last year I sorta got laughed at.

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                                                                        33.


               Nason says nothing as Ellison moves away.  ANOTHER REPORTER 
               comes up behind Nason, claps him on the back.

                                     REPORTER
                         Well Jerry, Spring's here for sure.  
                         The saps are running.
                              (laughs, shaking head)
                         I love that line.  Wrote it first, 
                         yuh know that?

                                     JERRY
                         Don't kid yourself.  Takes a rugged 
                         athlete with plenty of guts to run a 
                         marathon.

                                     REPORTER
                         Well, if you ask me, they're all 
                         just a bunch of working-class oddball 
                         freaks. 
                              (shrugs)
                         Me, I'd rather be coverin' baseball.

               The pressmen move up to a better position for viewing the 
               start. 

                                     B.A.A. ANNOUNCER (O.S.)
                         Returning to this year's race, we 
                         have defending champion, Dave Komonen 
                         from Canada.  Dave had to drive  
                         through a snow storm to get here 
                         just in time...

               Some applause.

                                     B.A.A. ANNOUNCER (O.S.) (CONT'D)
                         Second-place finisher last year, a 
                         local florist, Johnny Kelley...

               Significant crowd reaction for local favorite Kelley.

                                     B.A.A. ANNOUNCER (V.O.) (CONT'D)
                         Returning once again, SEVEN-TIME 
                         winner, Clarence H. Demar... 
                         Clarence...

               More applause and cheering.

                                     B.A.A. ANNOUNCER (O.S.) (CONT'D)
                         Okay gentlemen, prepare to start and 
                         have a good race!

               ELLISON, back in the pack of runners, feels someone pulling 
               at his singlet.

                                     RUNNER BEHIND ELLISON
                         Hey, I heard yer squaw made this.

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                                                                        34.


               ELLISON'S DARK EYES NARROW as the STARTING RIFLE EXPLODES.  
               The Indian runner has an explosive start himself, weaving 
               and pushing past human obstacles to the lead pack of the 
               early race.  

               A diminutive, fair-skinned man in his late twenties, JOHNNY 
               KELLEY, pulls up beside Ellison.  Wearing a small shamrock 
               on his singlet, Kelley's eyes twinkle as he smiles, a little 
               crookedly, at his neighbor.

                                     JOHNNY
                         Hey, lots of time to give it the 
                         leather later on.  Jeepers, this is 
                         a marathon, not a mile race, son.

               Ellison doesn't look over at Kelley.

                                     JOHNNY (CONT'D)
                         You've got a nice running gait there, 
                         fella.  Say, I recognize you, you're 
                         that Tarzan fella -- ran barefoot 
                         last year, didn't yuh?
                              (offers his hand)
                         I'm Johnny Kelley.

               Ellison shakes hands with Kelley.

                                     ELLISON
                         I hate shoes -- these ones are foot 
                         killers.  When are you white men 
                         gonna invent something useful... 
                         like special shoes for running?

                                     JOHNNY
                         Got news for you, my friend -- they 
                         already make 'em!  Wearing 'em myself 
                         for the first time -- S.T.A.R. 
                         Streamlines.  Hey, you gotta get 
                         some.  They're lighter weight and 
                         white instead of black -- supposed 
                         to absorb 38% less heat.

               Another runner pulls up on Kelley's other shoulder.

                                     NEW RUNNER (PAT)
                         Hey Kel, last year I started a 
                         marathon with a dollar bill in my 
                         shoe...  When I finished, I found 
                         ten dimes there.

                                     JOHNNY
                         Heard that one before, PAT.

                                     ELLISON
                         Is it supposed to be lucky to put 
                         money in your shoe?

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                                                                        35.


                                     JOHNNY
                         No Tarzan, it's a joke.

                                     ELLISON
                         Oh.

               With a little smile, Ellison picks up his pace and separates 
               from the two men.

                                     PAT
                         Guess he didn't like my humor.

                                     JOHNNY
                         Don't worry, he'll be back.  If he's 
                         a typical Indian runner, he'll burn 
                         himself right outta fuel...  Besides, 
                         he ain't wearing S.T.A.R Streamlines.

               EXT. A 1934 STUDEBAKER PRESIDENT (MOVING) -- EARLY MARATHON 
               COURSE -- EARLY AFTERNOON

               INT. STUDEBAKER -- FAVORING JERRY NASON

               Nasson, scribbling in his notebook, chats with another 
               reporter.

                                     JERRY
                         Who just dropped out -- that Komonen?

                                     OTHER REPORTER
                         Yeah, heard he missed  a night of 
                         sleep driving down from Canada through 
                         that blizzard.

                                     JERRY
                         What happened to Pawson?  Haven't 
                         seen him the whole race.

                                     OTHER REPORTER
                         Ah, he's way back, he's not fit this 
                         year.

                                     JERRY
                         Kelley sure looks fresh.  I got him 
                         pegged to win.

                                     OTHER REPORTER
                         Yeah, he looks good all right.  Heard 
                         he's on a special diet, lots of 
                         protein.

                                     JERRY
                         He told me he's taking glucose pills 
                         this time too --  some scientists 
                         said they'd help the last few miles.

                                     OTHER REPORTER
                         And he's got those new special shoes.

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                                                                        36.


               EXT. SLIGHT HILLS ALONG BOSTON MARATHON COURSE -- NEWTON -- 
               MID AFTERNOON.

               ELLISON -- struggling to hold his form as the race wears on.  
               He runs virtually alone, out of contact with runners ahead 
               and behind.  Some onlookers tap hands lightly as he goes by.

               CLOSE to Ellison's half-closed eyes...  

               CLOSER... into the dark eyes... 

               ELLISON'S P.O.V. --  A VAGUE, BLURRY IMAGE IS FORMING...  

               THE IMAGE -- a ghostlike apparition hovers low in the sky 
               ahead.  Evolving supernaturally, the image forms into the 
               features of Ellison's mother... Her expression radiates with 
               what could be proud love, as she nods her head slightly... 

               CLOSE TO ELLISON'S EYES -- brimming with tears...

                                     ELLISON'S MOTHER (V.O.)
                         You honor me.  Show the Waumpeshau 
                         your warrior heart will not give up.

               THE APPARITION fades into something shapeless, indistinct... 

               TEARS are streaming down Ellison's cheeks as he runs on.

               ROADSIDE -- AS ELLISON PASSES

                                     OLDTIMER
                              (to his buddy)
                         See that?  That's the marathon.  
                         He's in so much pain he's got tears.

                                     BUDDY
                         Yeah?  I'd be cryin' too if I was 
                         seen wearin' that patchwork rag he's 
                         got on.

               EXT. A MILE OR SO UP THE COURSE -- A BIT LATER

               Ellison, jogging down to a walk, stops and removes his shoes.  
               He tosses them immediately aside as he resumes jogging, 
               barefoot, leaving a trail of blood.  There are few other 
               runners in view, as some onlookers cheer and shout 
               encouragement.  At least one heckles.

                                     ONE ONLOOKER
                         C'mon Tarzan!  Only five miles left!

                                     HECKLER
                         Hey, you're still the first Indian.

               Ellison acknowledges the spectators with a small wave, as he 
               picks up his pace slightly.

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                                                                        37.


                                     ELLISON
                         Anybody got any soda pop?

               Someone steps onto the road, holding out a bottle.

                                     ONLOOKER WITH BOTTLE
                         You like orange soda?

                                     ELLISON
                         Yup, that's my favorite.
                              (takes it)
                         Thanks, buddy.

               EXT. FINISH LINE OF BOSTON MARATHON -- A LITTLE LATER

               Officials, press, coaches and spectators surround the finish-
               line area.  A B.A.A. official on a scaffold looks down the 
               course through binoculars, while an announcer addresses the 
               crowd.

                                     B.A.A. ANNOUNCER
                         Ladies and gentlemen, the first runner 
                         is now heading for the finish... and 
                         it is... Kelley.  Johnny Kelley is 
                         about to win his first Boston 
                         Marathon!

               JOHNNY KELLEY'S P.O.V. -- the finish banner in sight, Johnny 
               takes one quick glance over his shoulder -- there is no 
               pursuer to be seen.  Johnny smiles, then suddenly clutches 
               his stomach and slows to a stop.

               He bends over and vomits several times, straightens and 
               crosses himself, then runs through the finish.

               EXT. RAISED PLATFORM NEAR THE BOSTON MARATHON FINISH -- 
               LATER AFTERNOON

               JOHNNY KELLEY, wearing a laurel wreath, a winner's gold medal 
               around his neck, holds a bouquet of flowers as he addresses 
               the crowd below.

                                     JOHNNY
                         Who could believe this?  Jeepers -- 
                         a florist running 26 miles to get a 
                         laurel wreath!  Well, I just want 
                         you all to know what a swell feeling 
                         this victory gives me.  You can win 
                         every five and ten mile race in New 
                         England, but nobody really repects 
                         you till you win the B.A.A. Marathon; 
                         this one's as big as baseball!  I 
                         know this glory will be over in a 
                         few days, so I intend to really enjoy 
                         it!
                                     (MORE)

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                                                                        38.


                                     JOHNNY (CONT'D)
                         I'd like to thank my coach, Fred 
                         Faller, my trainer, Angus MacDonald, 
                         my doctor, Kenneth Tilotson, and of 
                         course my parents --and everyone who 
                         supported my win today!  Thank-you 
                         to the Boston Athletic Association -- 
                         you fellas are great.  God be 
                         willing, I hope to come back here 
                         for many years to come.

               THE CROWD BELOW KELLEY'S PLATFORM -- CHEERS AND APPLAUDS 

               CLOSER IN --  ELLISON, watching as Kelley waves to the 
               onlookers below.

                                     ELLISON
                              (to anyone listening)
                         Next year, with better shoes, maybe 
                         that'll be me up there.

               A MAN beside Ellison glances at the Indian, then leans to 
               his opposite neighbor's ear.

                                     MAN BESIDE ELLISON
                         Now that would be something...  Indian 
                         giving a victory speech to a bunch 
                         of white men.

               EXT. DOWNTOWN BOSTON STREET CORNER -- THAT EVENING

               ELLISON, walking alone, comes to a corner pub; he hesitates, 
               then enters.

               INT. BOSTON CORNER PUB -- MOMENTS LATER

               The atmosphere inside is loud and celebratory.  Ellison is 
               at the bar, a beer already in hand, when he hears a familiar 
               voice calling a familiar name.

                                     JOHNNY (O.S.)
                         Hey!  You -- Tarzan!  C'mon over and 
                         join us.

               Ellison glances over at Johnny Kelley, sitting at a nearby 
               table; with Johnny are a dozen men and women -- chatting, 
               laughing, drinking and smoking.

                                     JOHNNY (CONT'D)
                         C'mon, don't be shy, always room for 
                         another runner.

               As Ellison hesitates, Johnny gets up from his chair -- too 
               quickly for the evening after running a marathon -- grimaces 
               dramatically, then shuffles over and slaps the Indian on the 
               back.  With twinkling eyes and crooked grin, the smallish 
               Kelley could easily be cast as a leprechaun.

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                                                                        39.


                                     JOHNNY (CONT'D)
                         Ooooo -- wouldn't want to hafta run 
                         for it right now, that's for sure.  
                         Hey, good race today, son.  C'mon 
                         join us, I'm buying drinks tonight.

                                     ELLISON
                         Good race yourself.  You won.  I 
                         lost.

                                     JOHNNY
                         Hey, where'd you end up coming in?  
                         Jeepers, when I passed you after 
                         Wellesley, sure looked like you were 
                         wearin' a few dimes in your shoes.

               Kelley laughs at his new twist on the old joke.  Ellison 
               smiles politely.

                                     ELLISON
                         I came in 13th...  Faster than last 
                         year, anyway.  Maybe by next time I 
                         can figure out a way to get me some 
                         of them fancy white shoes.

                                     JOHNNY
                         Hey, trust me, they help.  Most of 
                         the top runners are wearing 'em now.  
                         Only trouble is, they cost seven 
                         dollars and 50 cents a pair.  A fella 
                         up in Peabody takes 16 hours to custom 
                         make 'em for yuh.

                                     ELLISON
                              (shaking his head)
                         That's a lot of money for shoes.

                                     JOHNNY
                         Well, you're young and fast, you'll 
                         just hafta go get yourself some 
                         sponsors.  Say, you do any of the 
                         Legion race circuit?

                                     ELLISON
                         Ran a few last year.

                                     JOHNNY
                         With your speed, you don't really 
                         need good smarts to win some of those 
                         shorter races...  Impress a few of 
                         the right people -- Bingo, you get 
                         sponsored.  And, play your cards 
                         right, you're gettin' top appearance 
                         money -- all paid under the table.
                              (winks)
                         Ten bucks comes in handy for expenses.

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                                                                        40.


               Kelley puts his arm around Ellison, leading him back toward 
               his table.  The support doesn't hurt Kelley, who has been 
               enjoying celebratory drinks for hours.

                                     JOHNNY (CONT'D)
                         Anyway, trust me, takes more than 
                         just fast shoes to win a marathon.  
                         We'll go run a few races together 
                         this summer.  Maybe you can rabbit 
                         for me...  Now, c'mon, I'm buyin' 
                         you a drink.

               EXT. SHORELINE OF NARRAGANSETT BAY, RHODE ISLAND -- COOL 
               SUMMER AFTERNOON

               TIPPY SALERNO Stands on the the beach, well back from the 
               water's edge.  There is a breeze coming in off the bay.  
               Tippy's attention is on a small figure up the shoreline, 
               growing larger as it approaches.  CLOSER -- it becomes Ellison 
               "Tarzan" Brown.  Nearer Tippy, the runner cuts away from the 
               water, running right up to stop in front of his coach.  
               Ellison's face displays his utter displeasure.

                                     ELLISON
                              (points at bare feet)
                         Tippy!  My feet are frozen and sore, 
                         and this is not training... this is 
                         some kind of... torture.

                                     TIPPY
                              (patiently)
                         The idea, yu'know, is for it not to 
                         be comfortable...  The idea is for 
                         the sun and the sand and the cold 
                         and the salt to work together to 
                         toughen up them baby-soft feet...  
                         Yuh need leather feet tuh protect 
                         yuh from yer shoes, kid.

                                     ELLISON
                         What I need, is better shoes.  Like 
                         Johnny Kelley has -- S.T.A.R 
                         Streamlines.

                                     TIPPY
                         Better shoes won't help yuh run a 
                         smarter race...  Better shoes won't 
                         stop yuh from going out too fast...  
                              (shrugs)
                         Better shoes will come in time, kid.  
                         First, yu'know, we gotta get yer 
                         feet tanned up so yuh can win us 
                         some races.

               Tippy motions back to the bay with his cigar.

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                                                                        41.


                                     TIPPY (CONT'D)
                         Now...  Time to run back the other 
                         way.  And try to keep yer feet more 
                         in the water this time.  Trust me, 
                         yu'know, I been at this a long time 
                         already, I know what I'm doin'.  
                         Before yuh can be a champion, gotta 
                         get champion's feet.

               As Tippy watches, Ellison turns and trots toward the bay.

                                     TIPPY (CONT'D)
                              (to himself)
                         Good kid, yu'know.  Hard worker.

               INT. ELLISON'S VERY SMALL BEDROOM -- WESTERLY -- DAY

               ELLISON lies stretched out on his narrow bed, reading a pulp 
               magazine: the title is "Tarzan And His Mate".  His sister 
               Gracie's face peeks into the open doorway.

                                     GRACIE
                         Ellison, Ellison.  Ethel's here.  
                         Did you forget about your date?

                                     ELLISON
                              (puts magazine down)
                         Hey, don't you ever knock?
                              (sitting up)
                         And it's not a date. 

                                     GRACIE
                         Your sooo funny.  There's no door to 
                         knock on -- hafta have a door before 
                         you can knock, silly.

               EXT. PORCH OF BROWNS' WESTERLY CABIN -- MOMENTS LATER

               ETHEL, waiting on the porch, wearing a yellow dress, looks 
               perky and pretty at 16.  She lights to a warm smile as Ellison 
               comes out the door.

                                     ETHEL
                         Hi, handsome hero.

                                     ELLISON
                              (smiling back)
                         Hi Ethel.  Uh, wanta go for a walk?  

                                     ETHEL
                         Sure.  You look nice.

               Ellison looks down at his somewhat ragged shirt and cut-off 
               pants.

                                     ELLISON
                         Uh, so do you.

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                                                                        42.


               Ethel and Ellison step off the porch together, close but not 
               touching.

                                     GRACIE
                              (peeking out the door)
                         If it's not a date -- then what is 
                         it?  And can I come?

               Ethel turns a little crossly toward Ellison, who is turning 
               to glare back at Gracie.  

                                     GRACIE (CONT'D)
                         Just kidding, have fun!

               Ellison and Ethel walk, almost touching, along the road. 

                                     ETHEL
                         Your sister's so cute.

                                     ELLISON
                         Yeah.  Cute.

                                     ETHEL
                         So, where we going?

                                     ELLISON
                         I don't know...  
                              (beat)
                         Hey, I know.  Want to pet a deer?

                                     ETHEL
                         Sure.  
                              (smiles shyly)
                         And I want to pet a Deerfoot too.

               Ellison grins.

               EXT. IN THE WOODS -- A LITTLE LATER

               ELLISON is just ahead of Ethel, one arm stretched across her 
               body; he barely turns and puts a finger to his mouth, 
               motioning silence.

               ELLISON AND ETHEL'S P.O.V -- A young deer just 50 feet ahead 
               is feeding on a fresh sapling.

               ELLISON very slowly takes a short step forward.  CLOSE UP, 
               his foot gently...  touches the ground with the outside front 
               first, the rest of the foot slowly...  compressing behind.  
               Slowly...  and gently... his weight is transferring to his 
               front leg.  Ellison nods softly to Ethel, who carefully moves 
               a leg forward.  As her foot touches the ground, there is a 
               tiny sound of a cracking twig.

               THE DEER stops feeding, its ears rotate slightly -- then the 
               animal gracefully bounds ahead, disappearing into some 
               foliage.

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                                                                        43.


                                     ELLISON
                         Hey, not bad, Ethel.  We were getting 
                         close.

                                     ETHEL
                         Any closer, I was worried it could 
                         hear my heart beating.

                                     ELLISON
                              (grins)
                         I could hear your heart beating.  
                         Remember, the closer you get, the 
                         slower you go.  Everything's gotta 
                         slow right down, even your heartbeat. 

                                     ETHEL
                         How close have you come?  You haven't 
                         really petted one, have you?

                                     ELLISON
                              (looks at her -- pause)
                         Almost.

                                     ETHEL
                         This was fun.  Thanks for bringing 
                         me.

                                     ELLISON
                         Sure.  Next time we'll get closer.  
                              (looks away)
                         Now... uh, wanna go for a soda pop 
                         down at Sammy's?  I do some odd jobs 
                         for him -- he pays me with sodas.

                                     ETHEL
                         Okay.  If we can take the long way.
                              (smiles)

               ETHEL'S HAND reaches to find Ellison's.  ELLISON looks down 
               and then over at Ethel, smiling back at her.

               EXT. A COUNTRY ROAD -- RHODE ISLAND -- MORNING

               A CAR slows to a stop at the side of the road.  Ellison Brown, 
               tote bag in hand, runs up and climbs in the back.

               INT. CAR -- A MOMENT LATER

               ELLISON'S P.O.V. -- two men are in front.

                                     DRIVER
                         How far you going, kid?

                                     ELLISON
                         Up to Boston.  I'm catchin' a ride 
                         from there to Fitchburg for a race.

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                                                                        44.


                                     DRIVER
                         I can take you as far as Pawtucket.  
                         That's where we're headed.

                                     ELLISON
                         Sure.  Thanks.

               EXT. CAR -- MOVING DOWN THE ROAD

               EXT. A ROAD -- OUTSKIRTS OF 1935 BOSTON -- LATE AFTERNOON

               A CAR MOVING up the road, slows and pulls over beside a 
               waiting Ellison Brown; he opens the back door and gets it.

               INT. CAR (MOVING) -- A MOMENT LATER

               Another man is in the back seat with Ellison.  Johnny Kelley, 
               beside the driver, turns to face the back.

                                     JOHNNY
                         So, gentlemen, this is the Deerfoot  
                         himself, Tarzan Brown.  Tarz, this 
                         is my coach, FRED FALLER up here, 
                         and that there's FRED BROWN Senior 
                         in the back with you.  He's runnin' 
                         tomorrow's race too.  Don't think 
                         you two are related -- at least, you 
                         sure don't look it to me.

                                     ELLISON
                         Yeah, I don't think so.

               Fred Brown holds up a freckled arm.

                                     FRED BROWN
                         Not much chance.

                                     ELLISON
                         I know Brown's mostly a white name, 
                         but I've got lots of cousins not as 
                         dark as me.

               He holds his arm next to Fred Brown's 

                                     ELLISON (CONT'D)
                         I get really brown from runnin' out 
                         in the sun with no shirt.

                                     FRED BROWN
                         No chance -- we're not related. 

               A few beats of silence.

                                     ELLISON
                         Hey, thanks for bringing me along.  
                         I'm really happy to be goin' up there 
                         with you fellas.

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                                                                        45.


                                     FRED FALLER
                         So, who you got handlin' you, Tarzan?

                                     ELLISON
                         Tippy.  Tippy Salerno.  He used to 
                         coach my uncle, Horatio Stanton.  
                         Unc's a really good runner, you fellas 
                         probably heard of him.

                                     FRED FALLER
                         I know Tippy.  He'll keep you in 
                         line.  
                              (smiles)
                         Yuh know?

                                     ELLISON
                         Yeah, he does.  And he's trying to 
                         get me to not eat so many potatoes.

                                     FRED FALLER
                         He's right about that -- low-starch 
                         diet is what's best for running.  
                         Stick to meat and eggs.

                                     ELLISON
                         I can really eat a lot.  When I get 
                         a chance to.

                                     FRED BROWN
                         Hey, what runner can't?

                                     JOHNNY
                         You guys ever see Pawson eat?  If he 
                         ran as fast as he eats, he'd never 
                         lose a race.

                                     FRED BROWN
                         Kel, you'd give him a good run for 
                         his money in that department.

                                     FRED FALLER
                         Now Tarzan, Tippy's probably got you 
                         running from the front.  That's the 
                         best way for you Indian runners --  
                         just hafta do what comes natural for 
                         you people.  Never see too many 
                         Indians coming from behind.

                                     JOHNNY
                         Except maybe in the movies -- with 
                         tomahawks.

               Ellison laughs with the other three.

                                     ELLISON
                         That's right, I just like to run as 
                         fast as I can go.
                                     (MORE)

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                                     ELLISON (CONT'D)
                         But Tippy, he always says hold-back, 
                         hold-it-back.  Someday I'll stay 
                         fast right till the end of the Boston 
                         Marathon.

                                     JOHNNY
                         And I'll be right there, ready to 
                         kick by you at the very end -- just 
                         after your shoes come flyin' off!

               Everyone laughs again at that.

               EXT. Y.M.C.A. -- FITCHBURG, MASSACHUSETTS -- EVENING

               FRED FALLER'S CAR pulls up in front.

               INT. CAR

                                     FRED FALLER
                         Okay boys, get your gear and you can 
                         get settled in here.  I'll go park 
                         the car around back.  There's a place 
                         down the street with good grub, and 
                         we can all have a night cap afterward.

               INT. FITCHBURG TAVERN -- NIGHT

               Ellison, Johnny, and Fred Brown sit at a table, drinks in 
               front.  The room is about half full, many listening to a 
               slight young man crooning to a piano's accompaniment.

                                     JOHNNY
                         You know, when you stop and listen, 
                         that kid's gotta good voice.  Bad 
                         dresser though, that wrinkled suit's 
                         way too big for him.

                                     FRED BROWN
                         Helluva way to make a livin' -- 
                         travelin' and hustlin' to sing in 
                         smoky taverns all over the place.

                                     JOHNNY
                         Yeah, bartender says he's from way 
                         down in Jersey someplace.

                                     ELLISON
                         I like the way he sings.  Maybe I'll 
                         stay here all night listening... 
                         Long as they stay open, an' I got 
                         somethin' to drink.

                                     FRED BROWN
                         Not a good idea.

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                                                                        47.


                                     JOHNNY
                         Yeah, there's a time for fun and a 
                         time for business.  Our business is 
                         putting on a good show for the people 
                         out watching us race tomorrow.

                                     ELLISON
                         I'll give 'em a good show.

                                     JOHNNY
                         Yeah?  Well then I suggest we go get 
                         some shuteye so no one gets 
                         disappointed.

                                     ELLISON
                         C'mon Johnny.  It's still early.  I 
                         gotta have one more drink for sure.  
                         Why don't you fellas just stay for 
                         one more drink with me?

                                     JOHNNY
                         Why do I get the feeling, if you 
                         have another drink, we'll never get 
                         you outta here?

                                     ELLISON
                         Hey, c'mon, just one.  What're you, 
                         afraid to have fun?

                                     JOHNNY
                         No.  It's a ten-mile race tomorrow, 
                         not a stroll in the park.  We all 
                         need our sleep to be ready for that.

                                     FRED BROWN
                         Kelley's right, Tarzan.  Time to 
                         call it a night.

               Kelley and Fred Brown get up to leave.

                                     ELLISON
                         Okay, you boys do whatever you want.  
                         Me, I'm stayin' for one more.  And 
                         then maybe one more after that.

                                     JOHNNY
                         Have it your way then, but you'll be 
                         eating my dust for sure tomorrow.

                                     ELLISON
                         Johnny boy?

                                     JOHNNY
                         Yeah, Tarz?

                                     ELLISON
                         You gets in my way tomorrow, I'll 
                         run right over yuh!

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                                                                        48.


                                     JOHNNY
                         Ah, c'mon Fred, let's leave him.  
                         He's half-drunk already sure as shit. 

               Kelley and Fred Brown walk away from the table.

                                     ELLISON
                              (annoying razz)
                         Hey Johnny boy, I hear your mommy 
                         callin' you.  "Bedtime Johnny -- 
                         JOHNNY, you come home to bed this 
                         instant!"

               Johnny's ears are turning red but he doesn't turn around. 

               INT. FITCHBURG TAVERN -- TWO HOURS LATER

               Ellison is at the same table, several empty beer bottles in 
               front of him.  He appears drunk and disheveled, as THE SINGER 
               addresses the few patrons left in the tavern.

                                     SINGER
                         Well folks, I'm done for the night, 
                         thanks for listening.  I'm just 
                         starting out, but I'm hoping to make 
                         a career out of music -- singing's 
                         what I love.  If you liked what you 
                         heard, I'd sure appreciate you telling 
                         some friends...

               Ellison stands up, wobbly, applauding.

                                     ELLISON
                         Hey!  You Sing Real Good.  DON'T 
                         STOP -- KEEP GOIN!

                                     SINGER
                         Why, thank you, sir.  I will keep on 
                         singing, but not tonight.  I'm all 
                         finished for this evening.  Thank 
                         you.

               Ellison is cheering and clapping loudly, then puts his fingers 
               in his mouth to whistle shrilly.

                                     SINGER (CONT'D)
                         Good night folks.  Thanks again -- I 
                         truly do appreciate your applause.  
                         Don't forget -- my name's Frank 
                         Sinatra.

               EXT. FRONT OF Y.M.C.A. -- LATER, SAME NIGHT

               Ellison is knocking and pulling on the locked front door, a 
               beer bottle in his other hand.  Finally giving up, he takes 
               a pull from his beer, then staggers away.  Spotting a nearby 
               bench, he struggles to reach it...  sets down his beer... 
               Stretching out on the bench, his body goes motionless.

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                                                                        49.


               EXT. FRONT OF Y.M.C.A. -- MORNING DAYLIGHT

               ELLISON'S EYES --  they open and immediately squint against 
               the brightness of morning sunshine.  Hands shield his eyes 
               as he rolls away, and... falls off the bench, grunting as he 
               hits the ground.  Pulling himself back onto the bench, he 
               sits for a moment, shaking his head.  Spotting the beer bottle 
               still standing, Ellison picks it up and finishes the contents.

               EXT. STARTING LINE OF FITCHBURG LEGION RACE --LATER MORNING

               Johnny Kelley and Fred Brown flex, stretch and bounce up and 
               down just behind the start banner, as do several dozen other 
               runners.  A little back of the crowd, Ellison Brown sits 
               with arms and legs crossed, his head bowed.

                                     ANNOUNCER (O.S.)
                              (from a platform)
                         Welcome to the Fitchburg Legion Ten-
                         Mile Footrace.  I am pleased to 
                         announce that entered in today's 
                         competition, we have defending 
                         champion, from Pawtucket, Rhode 
                         Island, Les Pawson.  LES!

               Applause from the sparse crowd.

                                     ANNOUNCER (CONT'D)
                         We also have, from West Medford, 
                         Massachusetts, the current Boston 
                         Athletic Association Marathon 
                         Champion, Johnny Kelley.

               More polite applause.

                                     ANNOUNCER (CONT'D)
                         We would like to thank all these 
                         dedicated athletes for entering and  
                         wish them all... Godspeed.  Now  
                         remember, this is a loop course, it 
                         will finish back here at the start.  
                         Runners, prepare to race...

               The runners crowd the starting line.  Kelley and Pawson shake 
               hands as they stand front and center of the pack.  Well behind 
               them, Ellison stands up, shakes his head a few times as he 
               moves to the back of the lineup of racers.

                                     ANNOUNCER (CONT'D)
                         Runners, ready...  Set...

               A PISTOL FIRES INTO THE AIR

               The throng of runners gallop forward, Kelley and Pawson 
               leading the way...

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                                                                        50.


               EXT. AROUND FIRST CORNER -- FITCHBURG RACE COURSE -- MOMENTS 
               LATER

               KELLEY and PAWSON are still at the head of the pack, beginning 
               to separate themselves.  

               ELLISON BROWN suddenly emerges from the crowd behind, giving 
               chase to the leaders.

               EXT. FURTHER ALONG RACE COURSE -- LATER

               ELLISON SURGES past Pawson, moving up to Kelley's shoulder.  
               Looking over, surprised, Kelley pulls ahead, arms pumping 
               furiously.

               EXT. START/FINISH LINE -- LATER

                                     ANNOUNCER (O.S.)
                         Ladies and gentlemen, the lead runner 
                         is closing to the finish line... it 
                         is... number twenty... seven.  That 
                         is... Ellison Tarzan Brown.  Tarzan 
                         Brown is going to win, he is well 
                         out in front.  No one can catch him 
                         now!

               ELLISON strides swiftly toward and through the finish, 
               breaking the tape, then jogs onward a few strides.  Two race 
               officials move to his aid as Ellison stops and bends at the 
               waist, hands on his knees.  As he begins vomiting generously, 
               the officials recoil with haste.  JOHNNY KELLEY, crossing 
               the line ten seconds after Ellison, appraises the vomiting 
               Indian with a look somewhere between disbelief and admiration, 
               tempered with a little disgust at the display of vomiting.

                                     ANNOUNCER (CONT'D)
                         Folks, we have an unofficial time 
                         announced as... 53 minutes, 14 seconds --
                         that will be a new course record.  A 
                         new course record by Tarzan Brown.  
                         I've just been told he's a full-
                         blooded Indian, born in Alton, Rhode 
                         Island.  

               INT. FRED FALLER'S CAR -- BETWEEN FITCHBURG AND BOSTON -- 
               LATER THAT DAY

               Fred Faller glances back at Ellison Brown, fast asleep in 
               the back seat, a big loving cup clutched to his chest.

                                     FRED FALLER
                         Well, Johnny, you were right about 
                         one thing.  We're bringing the trophy 
                         back with us today.

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                                                                        51.


                                     JOHNNY
                         C'mon coach, I got what what I came 
                         for -- 15 dollars appearance money 
                         and a good speed workout.  Tarzan, 
                         I'll give him credit, he ran fast -- 
                         there was no catchin' him today.

                                     FRED FALLER
                         You shoulda seen the look in his 
                         eyes coming up to the tape -- like a 
                         wolf closing in on a sheep.

                                     JOHNNY
                         Yeah, but all that blazing speed 
                         won't win a marathon.  It takes 
                         tactics and good judgement too.  You 
                         know I got lots of that.

                                     FRED FALLER
                         Hey, who's the coach here anyway?  
                         But you're right, good Indian runners 
                         is same as thoroughbreds.  Handle 
                         'em the right way and they might run 
                         some good races for yuh.  Hardest 
                         thing about training 'em is just 
                         getting 'em to do what they're 
                         supposed to do.  Brains just ain't 
                         organized right.

               The coach glances quickly over his shoulder again at the 
               sleeping Ellison.

                                     FRED FALLER (CONT'D)
                         Hey, just in case you ain't really 
                         snoozing, I don't mean no harm...  
                         Your brain's just different, that's 
                         all.  You people are better suited 
                         for stuff like hunting and fishing.

               CLOSE to ELLISON, snoring softly and peacefully. 

                                                               DISSOLVE TO:

               INT. A SMALL ROOM -- MIDDLEBORO, MASSACHUSETTS -- DAY

               ELLISON sits at a table, composing a letter.  His voice 
               narrates as he writes.

                                     ELLISON (V.O.)
                         Dear Gracie and Little Sister Nina 
                         too:                                
                         Looks like spring is finally here at 
                         Lake Assawamsett, but we still got 
                         some snow in the woods.  My running's 
                         been going real good, but sometimes 
                         I feel more like some kind of 
                         salesman, selling myself -- or what
                                     (MORE)

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                                                                        52.


                                     ELLISON (V.O.) (CONT'D)
                         I can do -- to people so they can 
                         help me.  Since I've run some good 
                         races, I get to stay up here and 
                         train because I got sponsored by 
                         some rich men from Providence.  Tippy 
                         said I'll get extra coaching from 
                         Jack.  That's Mr Farrington, the 
                         Rhode Island A.A.U. chief.  He's in 
                         charge.  It's pretty good, all I got 
                         to do is run lots and run fast, but 
                         I get to eat all I can eat.  Steak 
                         and eggs and lots of vanilla sodas.  
                         They even got me some new running 
                         shoes --  S.T.A.R. Streamlines, just 
                         the same as Johnny Kelley has.  Me 
                         and both my feet are real happy about 
                         that.  And besides running, I been 
                         meeting lots of people, and staying 
                         out of trouble.  Most of the time.

               Ellison stops writing and stares into space.

                                                               DISSOLVE TO:

               INT. A SALOON -- ELLISON'S RECENT PAST

               ELLISON, bellied up to the bar, sips at a beer, a few empty 
               bottles in front on the counter.  He turns his head as a 
               large hand grasps his shoulder.  A VOICE with the grasp.

                                     MEAN-AND-ANGRY MAN (O.S.)
                              (deep and unfriendly)
                         So yer the fast Indian we keep hearin' 
                         about, eh?  Well, how fast are yuh, 
                         Tonto?  Bet yer not so fast between 
                         four walls now, are yuh?

               ELLISON'S P.O.V. -- Spins full around to expose a mean and 
               angry looking face above a very large, muscular body.

               MEAN-AND-ANGRY MAN'S P.O.V. -- Ellison's dark eyes narrow.

               INT. SALOON -- MOMENTS LATER

               Ellison is ducking punches thrown by the mean and angry man, 
               counter punching back, the blows having negligible effect on 
               the big man, who grins wickedly as he backs the Indian into 
               a corner...  

               Ellison grabs a chair and quickly smashes it over his 
               opponent's head.  The mean and angry man slumps unconscious 
               to the floor.

                                     ELLISON
                         Yeah -- I'm pretty fast.

                                                          DISSOLVE BACK TO:

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                                                                        53.


               INT. SMALL ROOM IN MIDDLEBORO -- ELLISON'S PRESENT

               Ellison resumes writing.

                                     ELLISON (V.O.)
                         ...Hope you are all well.  I really 
                         miss you both and of course I miss 
                         Ethel too.  Gracie, please tell Ethel 
                         I miss her the most...  But somehow 
                         I can't see you doing that.  Give my 
                         love to Pop.
                         Your Brother, Ellison
                              (pause)
                         Ps. The Boston Marathon is in three 
                         weeks, I hope you can come watch.  
                         Oh, ps.ps.  They say the winner gets 
                         to go to the Olympics in Germany.  -
                         ps.ps.ps.  I hope some of you get to 
                         come watch because this year I'll be 
                         the winner.

               EXT. HOPKINTON -- BOSTON MARATHON STARTING LINE -- APRIL -- 
               LATE MORNING

               It is close to start time for the marathon; runners are mixing 
               with press, handlers and well-wishers.  Jerry Nason spots 
               Johnny Kelley moving around behind the start-line, apparently 
               looking for someone.  Nason seizes his opportunity, as do 
               two other members of the press.

                                     JERRY
                         Hey, our defending champion.  Feeling 
                         up to the challenge of another happy 
                         Patriots' Day, Johnny?

                                     JOHNNY
                         Oh, hello Jerry.  Well, I've trained 
                         really hard this year, as you know.  
                         My fitness is better than last year.

                                     JERRY
                         Do you think last year taught you to 
                         be a more patient runner?  That was 
                         a bit of a problem for you before, I 
                         think.

                                     JOHNNY
                         Yeah, definitely you have to be  
                         patient to win here.  And I think 
                         dealing with you fellas helps me out 
                         in that department.
                              (grinning)

                                     ANOTHER REPORTER
                         How was your recovery from Medford, 
                         Johnny?  And how's the stomach feeling 
                         today?

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                                                                        54.


                                     JOHNNY
                         Hey guys, I feel great, never felt 
                         better.  I'm expecting to win -- I 
                         will confess I want this one very 
                         badly.  Last year was a taste, I 
                         sure want a spot on the Olympic team.

               Reporters scribble in their notebooks as Johnny talks; a few 
               more press arrive, creating a small scrum around the popular 
               runner.

                                     NEW REPORTER (JACK)
                         What about other challengers this 
                         year?  Anybody you plan to keep an 
                         eye on?

                                     JOHNNY
                         No sir, I don't plan on running 
                         against any particular opponent.  I 
                         know this course well, so really I'm 
                         running against time itself.  You 
                         can write that in your papers if you 
                         like.

                                     REPORTER JACK
                         Well, you certainly sound confident, 
                         not overconfident are you?

                                     JOHNNY
                         Jumpin' jeepers -- c'mon Jack, what 
                         kind of answer do I give to that 
                         one?

                                     JERRY
                         Kel...  The Indian, Ellison Brown, 
                         has been running well.  You know him --
                         what are his chances of a good result?

                                     JOHNNY
                         Hey...  Tarzan's a lovable character, 
                         ain't he?  Never has a bad word to 
                         say about anyone.  Far as running 
                         goes, he's fast as lightning, but we 
                         all know tactics are more important 
                         than raw speed -- it's a marathon, 
                         after all.
                              (trying to look through 
                              the scrum)
                         Okay fellas, I'm trying to find my 
                         dad here.  See you at the finish.

               Kelley pushes through the circle.  As reporters disperse, 
               one nudges Nason.

                                     REPORTER JACK
                         Get a load of this.  Here comes Chief 
                         Crazy Horse and his tribe.

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                                                                        55.


               Indians in full tribal dress are approaching.  Horatio Stanton 
               and Bryan Brown, wearing feather  headdresses, flank Ellison, 
               clad in a "Providence Tercentenary" running singlet.

                                     JERRY
                         Now there's a good interview for 
                         you.

               Jack the reporter rushes into the Native entourage's path.

                                     REPORTER JACK
                         Hey Tarzan, Kelley says you're gonna 
                         burn yourself out in the hills.  
                         Whatdoya say to that?

               The Indian procession stops as one.  Ellison's eyes narrow 
               as he looks at the reporter.

                                     ELLISON
                         Kelley can get lost.  I'll lick him 
                         like a postage stamp.

               The procession continues onward; the reporter turns to Nason.

                                     REPORTER JACK
                         Crazy Injun.  Doesn't he know he's a 
                         100-to-one long shot?

                                     JERRY
                         Yeah, well, I got him picked to win. 

                                                                    CUT TO:

               OLD RIFLE FIRING INTO NOON SKY

                                                                    CUT TO:

               MOB OF RUNNERS RACING FORWARD FROM THE STARTING LINE

               EXT. STUDEBAKER (MOVING) -- EARLY MARATHON COURSE -- EARLY 
               AFTERNOON

               THE CAR slows as it pulls alongside Johnny Kelley, running 
               strongly and alone.  The Studebaker hums to the sounds of 
               Kelley's slapping footfalls and light crowd noise.

               INT. STUDEBAKER -- FAVORING JERRY NASON

               NASON scribbles on his pad.  Spectators lining the road begin 
               cheering more loudly.  The driver leans over to Nason, yelling 
               to be heard above the crowd.

                                     DRIVER
                         Kelley's race.  He's gotta be our 
                         leader, no one else in sight ahead.

               Just then a MAN ON THE COURSE steps up to the passing 
               Studebaker.

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                                                                        56.


                                     MAN ON COURSE
                              (yelling)
                         HEY, what're you following him for?  
                         The Indian from Rhode Island passed 
                         by here a couple of minutes ago!

                                     JERRY
                         We're following the wrong guy!  
                         Tarzan's way out in front -- we've 
                         got to move up ahead.

               EXT. STUDEBAKER -- ACCELERATING AWAY FROM KELLEY

               EXT. FURTHER UP THE RACE COURSE -- LATER

               ELLISON BROWN, running powerfully, the street lined with 
               cheering spectators.  The studebaker and a motorcycle cop 
               cruise close behind.

               Ellison passes a small group dressed in Native tribal costume, 
               some pounding on drums.

                                     NATIVE SPECTATOR
                              (yelling)
                         YER THE WARRIOR!

               He runs past a pocket of pretty girls, who smile, wave and 
               whisper to each other -- eyes stay fixed on his backside. 

               But Ellison acknowledges no one as he runs past, eyes narrow 
               and focused.

               INT. STUDEBAKER -- FAVORING JERRY NASON

               Nason is watching Ellison, running strongly, close to the 
               car.  Another reporter, Jack, leans to Nason's ear.

                                     REPORTER JACK
                         He's smashed all the checkpoint 
                         records and he's almost four minutes 
                         ahead of Kelley.

                                     JERRY
                              (nodding, yelling)
                         At this pace, he's got time for a 
                         dip in Friske pond, and at Natick 
                         he'd still be out in front!

               JOHNNY KELLEY, RUNNING POWERFULLY BY FRAMINGHAM RAILWAY 
               STATION

               ELLISON BROWN, RUNNING THROUGH NATICK TOWN CENTER

               KELLEY, RUNNING POWERFULLY THROUGH NATICK TOWN CENTER -- 
               MINUTES LATER

               As the crowd roars, Kelley increases his speed, pumping his 
               arms harder and starting to breathe heavier.

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                                                                        57.


               INT. STUDEBAKER -- FAVORING JERRY NASON

                                     JERRY
                              (to Jack)
                         Looks like Tarzan's slowing down a 
                         bit.  We aren't far from the Newton 
                         hills, that's where the real race 
                         begins, at 20 miles.

               KELLEY -- STILL RUNNING POWERFULLY AND FAST

               But sweating and breathing hard.

               Kelley's coach, Fred Faller, steps onto the course just ahead 
               of the runner, passing him some water.

                                     FRED FALLER
                         You're closing, Johnny.  Less than 
                         two minutes ahead.  You can get him.

               Kelley drops the water and pumps his arms even harder -- he 
               is almost sprinting.

               BROWN -- SLOWING FOR WATER

               Ellison takes his time drinking before tossing the empty cup 
               aside.  As he continues running, he is moving considerably 
               slower than the pursuing Kelley.

               KELLEY -- RUNNING HARD AND FAST

               KELLEY'S P.O.V. -- Brown is visible not far ahead.

               INT. STUDEBAKER -- FAVORING JERRY NASON

               Nason and the others inside have a great view of the closing 
               gap between the two runners.

                                     REPORTER JACK
                              (into Nason's ear)
                         Kelley's got him.  He'll catch him 
                         right at the top of this last hill.

                                     JERRY
                         Brown hasn't looked back once.  He 
                         has no idea what's coming.

               KELLEY'S P.O.V -- CLOSING TO JUST BEHIND BROWN

               Kelley moves up beside Brown, leans over and pats him on the 
               butt.

                                     JOHNNY
                         Nice running, Tarzan, but time for a 
                         real man to take over.

               Ellison glances over at Johnny, surprised, as Kelley moves 
               into the lead.

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                                                                        58.


                                     ELLISON
                         Hey, where'd you come from?

               INT. STUDEBAKER -- FAVORING JERRY NASON

               Jack leans to Nason's ear, but still has to yell to be heard 
               over the cheering spectators.

                                     REPORTER JACK
                         What did he say?  Kelley said 
                         something.

                                     JERRY
                         I don't know.  But Kelley looks like 
                         he's about ready to blow a gasket.  
                         And Tarzan's barely sweating -- he's 
                         been playing possum.

               EXT. TOP OF THE NEWTON HILLS -- A MOMENT LATER

               FAVORING ELLISON BROWN running just behind Kelley.  Brown's 
               skin is dry, his breathing deep and quiet.  Kelley is drenched 
               with sweat and gasping for air.

               CLOSER, Brown's eyes become narrow slits.  Suddenly, he surges 
               past Kelley -- the gap between the two men grows quickly.  
               Trying to respond, Kelley appears helpless... suddenly 
               pathetic.  His head bobs in panic -- as Brown's floats away.

               INT. STUDEBAKER -- THAT MOMENT

                                     REPORTER JACK
                         What happened?  Kelley's falling 
                         apart!

                                     JERRY
                         Tarzan broke him.  At the top of 
                         that hill.  It broke Kelley's heart.

               CLOSE to NASON'S PAD as Jerry jots a note, his pen in unison 
               with his brain and his voice.

                                     JERRY (CONT'D)
                              (to himself as he 
                              jots)
                         Heartbreak Hill.

               EXT. A FEW MILES FROM THE FINISH LINE -- LATER

               ELLISON BROWN is now running ungracefully and slower, 
               appearing to be losing control over his legs.  Suddenly he 
               veers to one side, nearly staggering into the path of an 
               oncoming car.

               THE CAR'S HORN BLARES!

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                                                                        59.


               INT. STUDEBAKER -- FAVORING DRIVER -- THAT MOMENT

               THE STUDEBAKER HORN BLARES as the oncoming car passes. 

                                     DRIVER
                              (pointing to his head)
                         IDIOT!  They oughta ban cars from 
                         the road!

                                     REPORTER JACK
                         Wow. That was close.  I don't know 
                         if Tarzan can hold on.

                                     JERRY
                         He's lucky there's no one close 
                         behind.

               ELLISON.  A smile on his face as he slows to a wobbly jog.  
               CLOSER to his LOWER BODY, a wet stain is forming on his white 
               shorts, as a stream of urine trickles down one leg.

               INT. STUDEBAKER -- THAT MOMENT

                                     REPORTER JACK
                         My God, is he peeing himself?

               ELLISON.  A man carrying a bucket steps up beside him, douses 
               the Indian with a bucket of water.

               ELLISON shakes his head and, refreshed by the shower, begins 
               running again, more or less in a straight line ahead.

               EXT. FINISH LINE OF BOSTON MARATHON -- A BIT LATER

               From a scaffold above, an official aims his binoculars down 
               the course.

               SCAFFOLD P.O.V. -- a distant runner is revealed intermittently 
               running, walking and jogging toward the finish banner.

                                     B.A.A. ANNOUNCER (O.S.)
                         We have the lead runner now 
                         approaching the finish...  It is the 
                         Indian, Ellison Tarzan Brown...  
                         Ladies and gentlemen, no one will 
                         catch him.  His tribe calls him 
                         Deerfoot, we like to call him Tarzan.  
                         TARZAN BROWN will win the Boston 
                         Marathon!

               ELLISON BROWN crosses the finish line.  Looking very tired, 
               he is surrounded by race officials.  Press rush to take his 
               picture as he is wrapped in a blanket and handed some water.

                                     RACE OFFICIAL
                              (patting Brown's back)
                         Fine running, son.  Congratulations, 
                         you're the champion.

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                                                                        60.


               Ellison is exhausted and still catching his breath.

                                     ELLISON
                         Thanks...  It's the shoes...  S.T.A.R. 
                         Streamlines...  They helped me win.

               EXT. MARATHON COURSE -- LESS THAN A MILE FROM FINISH LINE --
               THAT MOMENT 

               JOHNNY KELLEY Is walking -- like a balance-impaired drunk.  
               His eyes are glazed and his face shows his complete 
               exhaustion.  Cheering onlookers urge him to the finish.

                                     ONLOOKER
                         Come on, Johnny, you're almost there -- 
                         you can still hold onto fifth place.

               As Kelley tries to run, it is with the stumbling shuffle of 
               a broken, depleted athlete.

               EXT. PLATFORM NEAR THE BOSTON MARATHON FINISH --LATER THAT 
               AFTERNOON

               Ellison "Tarzan" Brown, crowned with a laurel wreath, a medal 
               shining on his chest, smiles as he looks over the crowd 
               gathered below.  Beside Ellison is an official of the Boston 
               Athletic Association.

                                     B.A.A. OFFICIAL
                              (to Ellison's ear)
                         Okay, Tarzan, this is where you get 
                         to make a speech.

                                     ELLISON
                         What should I say?

                                     B.A.A. OFFICIAL
                         Say whatever you want.

               The official applauds lightly as he steps away from Ellison.

               Ellison hesitates, then steps forward.

                                     ELLISON
                         Well...
                              (pause)
                         I guess you white people can't say 
                         after this that the only good Indian 
                         is a dead Indian.

               Silence in the crowd.  They are waiting for more from Ellison, 
               but he is done.

               Panning expressionless and puzzled faces, then the few 
               costumed Indians in the crowd cheer and beat their drums.  
               Scattered nervous and half-hearted applause follows from 
               some of the white people.

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                                                                        61.


               EXT. MAINSTREET -- WESTERLY, RHODE ISLAND -- DAY

               ANOTHER CROWD -- a gathering of several dozen people, mostly 
               Native Indian, cheering and waving as a car pulls up.  A 
               small band  plays in the background.

               ELLISON BROWN emerges from the car, dressed in a suit, still 
               wearing his laurel wreath.  Smiling as he takes in the 
               welcome, he waves back as he shows off the champion's medal  
               around his neck.

               ETHEL WILCOX rushes up to Ellison, giving him a hug.  Gracie 
               waits her turn behind.

                                     ETHEL
                         Welcome home, handsome hero. 

                                     ELLISON
                         Wow, this is real swell.

                                     ETHEL
                         You're great.  I've missed you.

                                     ELLISON
                         I missed you too.

               Ellison looks over at Gracie

                                     ELLISON (CONT'D)
                         And you too, Gracie.  C'mon.

               Gracie hugs her brother.

                                     GRACIE
                         There's a surprise for you after it 
                         gets dark.  Bet you can't guess.

                                     ELLISON
                         Bet I can -- but give me a hint?

                                     GRACIE
                         No...  Okay, it's loud...  And they 
                         have it on the Fourth of July.

                                     ELLISON
                         Fireworks?  Really?  Wow.  Told you 
                         I'd guess it.

               EXT. IN FRONT OF SAMMY'S DINER -- WESTERLY, RHODE ISLAND -- 
               THAT NIGHT

               Ellison and Ethel leave the diner, walking down the poorly 
               lit street.  Ethel takes Ellison by the hand.

                                     ETHEL
                         Lots of stars out tonight.  I love 
                         being out under the stars.

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                                                                        62.


                                     ELLISON
                         Me too.

               A few beats of silence. 

                                     ETHEL
                         Ellison... how long are you staying 
                         this time?

                                     ELLISON
                              (shrugs)
                         Coaches say I should rest up for 
                         awhile.  Then they want me to get 
                         ready for the Olympic Games.

                                     ETHEL
                         The Olympics?  But Horatio told me 
                         they won't even pick the team till 
                         after some race next month.  You 
                         don't know for sure you'll be picked.

                                     ELLISON
                         Yeah, that's the A.A.U Championship 
                         in Washington.  Some people said I 
                         should have to run it to prove that 
                         Boston wasn't just lucky.

                                     ETHEL
                         Lucky?  Even I know you can't win a 
                         marathon with luck.

                                     ELLISON
                         Luck helps.  
                              (shrugs again)
                         Anyway, Coach Farrington told me not 
                         to worry.  He'll make sure I'm on 
                         the team.

               A few beats of silence as they walk slowly.

                                     ETHEL
                         Germany is so far away.  And maybe 
                         if you win the Olympics, you'll get 
                         a job far away from here.  They say 
                         an Olympic gold medal can buy almost 
                         anything.

                                     ELLISON
                         I never want to get a job in some 
                         factory someplace.
                              (stops, looks at Ethel)
                         I can make a living right here, no 
                         one better at catching shellfish 
                         than me.  And I'm good working with 
                         my hands.

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                                                                        63.


                                     ETHEL
                         You are.  And you love these woods.  
                         It's like they're part of you.  I 
                         adore seeing the look on your face 
                         when you're heading out to check 
                         your traps.

               More silence, more walking.

                                     ETHEL (CONT'D)
                         I love it here too.  Can't imagine 
                         living anywhere else.

               More walking, more silence. 

                                     ELLISON
                         Ethel, do you still want to get 
                         married?  I mean, to me?

                                     ETHEL
                         Of course.  You and nobody else -- 
                         you know that.

                                     ELLISON
                         'Cause I was thinkin'...  Let's get 
                         married now.  I'll be 22 after the 
                         Olympics -- that's old.  Let's just 
                         get married now.

                                     ETHEL
                         Now?  Like, tomorrow, or in a few 
                         weeks?

                                     ELLISON
                         Tomorrow would be good...  Or maybe 
                         next week, so we have time to tell 
                         everyone to come.
                              (smiles)
                         They'll all want to make it a big 
                         party.

                                     ETHEL
                         Before the Olympics is a really good 
                         idea.  
                              (pause)
                         I love you, Ellison Myers Brown.

                                     ELLISON
                         I love you Ethel... Brown.  Hey, 
                         like the sound of that.

                                     ETHEL
                         I always liked the sound of it.

               A few beats of silence.  Ethel stops.

                                     ETHEL (CONT'D)
                         Sweetheart? 

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                                                                        64.


               Ellison just looks at her.

                                     ETHEL (CONT'D)
                         Now...  I think...  this is where 
                         you're supposed to kiss me.

               Ellison and Ethel kiss, a nice long drawn-out kiss under the 
               stars.

                                     ETHEL (CONT'D)
                              (softly)
                         You'll always be my handsome hero. 

               EXT. MAIN STREET -- CHARLESTOWN, RHODE ISLAND -- DAY

               Ellison Brown walks by a barbershop, slowly, looking through 
               the open door.  The barber sits in his chair, reading a 
               newspaper -- no one else there.  Ellison takes two steps 
               past the shop, stops and glances around.  There is no one 
               else on the street.  He turns and walks into the shop.

               INT. BARBERSHOP

                                     ELLISON
                         Hi Jimmy, it's me, Ellison.

                                     JIMMY
                              (behind paper)
                         Hello Tarzan.

                                     ELLISON
                         Jimmy, do you think you could give 
                         me a haircut today?

                                     JIMMY
                              (lowering paper)
                         Come on Tarzan.  You know better.  
                         No cuts for Indians in my shop.

                                     ELLISON
                         I know, I know.  But, well... I gotta 
                         leave for the Olympics tomorrow...  
                         So I was thinkin' maybe you could do 
                         it just this one time.

                                     JIMMY
                              (brightens)
                         Hey, I know, I was just reading about 
                         that in the paper here.  That's gonna 
                         be some adventure for you -- going 
                         all the way to Germany.

                                     ELLISON
                         Yeah, I've been really looking forward 
                         to it.

                                     JIMMY
                         You gonna win?

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                                                                        65.


                                     ELLISON
                         Sure gonna try.

                                     JIMMY
                         Yeah...  Well, sure wish I could 
                         help you out, son, but you know what 
                         people are like.  Soon as I cut one 
                         Indian's hair, someone'll hear about 
                         it and next thing you know, everyone's 
                         complaining.

                                     ELLISON
                         yeah.

                                     JIMMY
                         Sorry, but I got a business to run.

               Ellison turns and goes through the open door.

                                     JIMMY (CONT'D)
                         Hey, good luck in the Olympics --  
                         bring home the gold!

               Jimmy resumes reading his paper.

               EXT. A SHIP, THE MANHATTAN -- LEAVING NEW YORK HARBOR -- DAY

               EXT. UPPER DECK -- THAT MOMENT

               ELLISON, clad in navy blazer with white trousers, is at a 
               stern railing, watching the slowly shrinking New York skyline.  
               Stretching his arms back, one hand reaches to the back of 
               his head, stroking the hair against the grain, feeling the 
               bristle of a new haircut.  A voice behind him:

                                     JOHNNY (O.S.)
                         Hey, if you changed your mind on 
                         going, there's still time to swim 
                         back to land.  If you swim as good 
                         as the other Tarzan.

               Ellison turns to face Johnny Kelley and another man.

                                     JOHNNY (CONT'D)
                         Tarz, you remember BILLY McMAHON, 
                         don't you?

               Ellison nods, smiling with the other two.

                                     ELLISON
                         Hi Billy.  I remember the paper said 
                         something like you, "took up the 
                         white man's burden of chasing down 
                         the Indian" at Boston.  I liked that.

                                     BILLY
                         And I didn't catch you.  You liked 
                         that too.

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                                                                        66.


                                     JOHNNY
                         Hey, let's not talk about that day, 
                         fellas.  Jeepers, I don't have a 
                         particularly fond memory of making 
                         like an Indian the morning after the 
                         morning before payday.

                                     ELLISON
                         Payday -- what's that?  You sayin' 
                         white man give us Injuns jobs? 
                              (laughing)

                                     BILLY
                              (laughs too)
                         Yeah, when I passed you, Kelley, you 
                         were almost going faster sideways.

               Ellison is laughing harder, slapping his knee.

                                     JOHNNY
                              (NOT laughing)
                         Okay-okay.  Let's go check out the 
                         grub on this boat.  I've got a swell 
                         idea to eat lots before we all start 
                         gettin' too seasick.

               The three marathoners walk off together.

               EXT. UPPER DECK, THE MANHATTAN -- ON THE ATLANTIC -- A FEW 
               DAYS LATER

               Ellison, Johnny and Billy are running laps around the stacks  
               above the deck.  Kelley and McMahon run side by side, 
               chatting, as Ellison lags just hehind.

               McMahon glances back at the Indian, turns to Kelley.

                                     BILLY
                         What's he, practicing tactics or 
                         somethin', Kel?

               Kelley looks back at Brown.

                                     JOHNNY
                         C'mon Tarzan, pick it up.  You usually 
                         run out in front, you're making me 
                         nervous back there.

                                     ELLISON
                         It's not a race and it's not even 
                         fun.

                                     BILLY
                         Of course it's not fun.  Who ever 
                         heard of runnin' for fun?

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                                                                        67.


                                     JOHNNY
                         Hey, it's a long trip across the 
                         Atlantic -- we owe it to our country 
                         to stay in shape.

                                     ELLISON
                         This makes me feel like some kind of 
                         zoo animal, running around in a cage.  
                         We should be resting up instead.

                                     BILLY
                         I bet the Finns are training hard 
                         right now.

                                     ELLISON
                         Yeah -- on solid ground. 

                                     JOHNNY
                         Don't make me laugh... Can't run 
                         when I laugh.
                              (laughs anyway)

                                     BILLY
                         I'm saving my laughing for the talent 
                         show tonight.  Listening to you sing 
                         should be worth a laugh, Kelley.

                                     JOHNNY
                         Hey, I sing like I run -- like a 
                         champion.  You fellas will find o--

               Just then the ship, which had been on a calm sea, absorbs a 
               rogue wave and lists to one side -- sending the three runners 
               crashing into each other and onto the deck like bowling pins.

               INT. SHIP'S DINING COMPARTMENT -- ON THE ATLANTIC -- EVENING

               JOHNNY KELLEY is up on a stage, singing "You Are My Sunshine" 
               to the large cabin with its tables of Olympic athletes and 
               officials, transfixed.  ELLISON Brown and BILLY McMahon are 
               seated together at a back table.

                                     JOHNNY
                              (finishing up)
                         You'll never know dearrr, how much I 
                         love youuu...  Please don't take my 
                         sunshine awayyy.

               As Johnny finishes, all in the room applaud with enthusiasm.  
               Kelley sang well -- in tune, with great natural tone.

               CLOSE IN TO ELLISON AND BILLY 

                                     BILLY
                         Okay, guess I gotta eat my words, 
                         Kelley sings like a canary... or 
                         more like Bing Crosby. He must've 
                         been in a choir.

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                                                                        68.


                                     ELLISON
                         You going up?

                                     BILLY
                         You kidding me?  If Kelley sings 
                         like a canary, I sound like a real 
                         mean crow.

               KELLEY -- still onstage, enjoying his moment.

                                     JOHNNY
                         THANKS everyone.  I loved doing that.  
                         Who's next?  C'mon...  Anyone?  How 
                         'bout you, JESSE -- why not give it 
                         a try?

               Kelley gestures toward a table of black men near the front, 
               CLOSE to JESSE OWENS flashing a big grin as his well manicured 
               head shakes vigorously.

               ELLISON AND BILLY 

                                     BILLY
                         Tough act to follow, that one.

                                     ELLISON
                         I'm going up.

                                     BILLY
                         Really?  We gotta listen to some 
                         Injun pow-wow mumbo jumbo?

                                     ELLISON
                              (stands up)
                         No, I got a good one.  My Pop taught 
                         me all the words -- hope I remember 
                         'em.

               ELLISON MOVING toward the stage.

                                     JOHNNY
                         OKAY, looks like we have our next 
                         performer... Tarzan Brown.

               ELLISON jumps up beside Kelley

                                     JOHNNY (CONT'D)
                         What're you gonna be singin', sport?

                                     ELLISON
                         I'm doing "Take Me Out To The Ball 
                         Game." Want to stay up and join me, 
                         Johnny?

                                     JOHNNY
                         You're on your own with that one, 
                         son.  HERE'S TARZAN, FOLKS.

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                                                                        69.


               As Kelley abandons, Ellison looks over the audience.  Then...  
               He begins singing, loudly and fairly competently, starting 
               with the original first verse:

                                     ELLISON
                         Katie Casey was baseball mad,
                         Had the fever and had it bad;
                         Just to root for the home town crew, -
                         ev'ry sou Katie blew On a Saturday, 
                         her young beau called to see if she'd 
                         like to go, To see a show but Miss 
                         Katie said "NO, I'll tell you what 
                         you can do:"
                              (then the refrain)
                         TAKE ME OUT TO THE BALL GAME, TAKE 
                         ME OUT WITH THE CROWD.
                         BUY ME SOME PEANUTS AND CRACKER JACK,

               By this point, most of the audience have joined in singing 
               the chorus known by every American.

                                     ELLISON AND AUDIENCE
                         I DON'T CARE IF I EVER GET BACK.  
                         LET ME ROOT ROOT ROOT FOR THE HOME 
                         TEAM, IF THEY DON'T WIN IT'S A SHAME, 
                         FOR IT'S ONE, TWO, THREE STRIKES, 
                         YOU'RE OUT!  AT THE OLD BALL GAME.

               INT. SHIP'S DINING COMPARTMENT -- LATER

               ELLISON BROWN, wearing an eagle-feather headdress, is posing 
               for a picture with a taller man, miler GLENN CUNNINGHAM.  
               Ellison beams as camera flashes.  The two shake hands.

                                     ELLISON
                         Thanks, that was a big honor for me.

                                     GLENN
                         Hey, me too.

                                     ELLISON
                         Uh, Glenn, you're the Kansas Flyer, 
                         the greatest mile runner of all 
                         time...  Me, I'm just a poor Indian.

                                     GLENN
                         Well, Kellie tells me you've got the 
                         most beautiful stride and most 
                         potential in the marathon he's ever 
                         seen.

                                     ELLISON
                         Kellie said that?  What did he say 
                         next -- like most Indians, I'll never 
                         amount to anything?

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                                                                        70.


                                     GLENN
                              (smiling)
                         Said nothing but good things.

                                     ELLISON
                         Johnny's a great fella --  I really 
                         like him a lot.  And he sure thinks 
                         a lot of you.  Told me the story 
                         about you gettin' your legs burnt 
                         when you were a kid and how they 
                         said you'd never even walk again...
                              (pause)
                         Say Glenn, you gonna be the first 
                         miler to run under four minutes? 

                                     GLENN
                              (laughs, shaking head)
                         That's a long ways off for anyone, 
                         Tarzan.  Some people still think 
                         it's an impossible barrier.

                                     ELLISON
                         But you know it's not.  And you're 
                         only a few seconds away from it.

                                     GLENN
                         Someday, four minutes will be 
                         broken... but not anytime soon.  
                         Those are very long seconds to lose.

                                     ELLISON
                         Well...  I think, in our lives, we'll 
                         see people run way under four -- 
                         maybe under 3:50.

                                     GLENN
                              (nodding)
                         I hope so.  And under 2:20 for the 
                         marathon.

                                     ELLISON
                              (laughs)
                         Hey, those are some tough minutes to 
                         lose.  And way too many of 'em for 
                         this Injun!

               A few more athletes have gathered around, waiting to have 
               pictures taken with Ellison in his headdress.

                                     ELLISON (CONT'D)
                         Anyway, it was really swell talking 
                         to you.

                                     GLENN
                         Yeah, me too, Tarzan.  Hey, what 
                         grade did you reach in school?

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                                                                        71.


                                     ELLISON
                         Finished sixth, but never got through 
                         seventh.

                                     GLENN
                         Hmmm, could've fooled me.  You ain't 
                         dumb, chum.  
                              (taps his head)
                         See yuh, Tarz.

                                     ELLISON
                         Thanks, Glenn.  Great meetin' yuh.
                              (pause)
                         Okay now...  Who's next to get their 
                         picture taken with the fierce Indian 
                         warrior?  Step right up!

               EXT. UPPER DECK -- MIDDLE OF THE ATLANTIC -- STORMY DAY

               Ellison leans on a railing, looking ahead over the bow as 
               the ship crashes though large rolling waves.  A voice behind.

                                     VOICE (O.S.)
                         Hey, someone crazy enough to be out 
                         here.  Mind if I join you?

               Ellison looks over as a black man -- a hat pulled down, coat 
               collar up against the fierce elements -- joins him at the 
               rail.  Just then a wind gust blows the hat from the man's 
               head.  Ellison turns as the man, with catlike quickness, 
               retrieves his hat before it can be blown far across the deck.  
               Just as quickly, he slides back in beside Ellison.

                                     JESSE OWENS
                         Man, I'm holdin' onto this thing 
                         from here on.  Some kinda weather, 
                         ain't it?

                                     ELLISON
                         I recognize you.  You're Jesse Owens, 
                         the sprinter.  They say you're gonna 
                         win a bunch of gold medals and set 
                         records.

                                     JESSE OWENS
                         Hey, right now I'm just thinkin' 
                         about us gettin' there.  And keepin' 
                         breakfast down every mornin'.

                                     ELLISON
                              (offers his hand)
                         I'm Ellison Brown.  Almost everyone 
                         calls me Tarzan.

                                     JESSE OWENS
                              (grasping the hand)
                         Hey, I know -- I heard you sing.
                                     (MORE)

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                                                                        72.


                                     JESSE OWENS (CONT'D)
                         You're a brave man.  Gotta say, you 
                         know I got no idea how you folks run 
                         those marathons.  Me, I get tired 
                         just drivin' that far in a car -- 
                         crazy stuff.

                                     ELLISON
                         I don't know, I just do what comes 
                         natural, I guess the same as you.

                                     JESSE OWENS
                         Well...  Way I figure it, you win 
                         one gold medal in the marathon, it 
                         should be worth three or four of 
                         those other ones.  I'm sayin' I'd 
                         take my hat off to you... 'cept I'm 
                         just holding on to it right now, 
                         thank-you-very-much.

                                     ELLISON
                         I don't know if I can win a gold 
                         medal, but I know if I don't slow 
                         down, no one can catch me.

                                     JESSE OWENS
                         Well, I don't know nothin' about 
                         runnin' no marathon -- though I think 
                         not slowin' down probably helps.  
                         But I do know one thing.  The Olympics 
                         only come along every four years, so 
                         you gotta make the most of your 
                         opportunity when you get it.  And, 
                         if we can win us some gold medals -- 
                         people gonna remember us for a long 
                         time...  You want to be remembered  
                         100 years from now?

                                     ELLISON
                              (shrugs)
                         Guess it's better to be remembered... 
                         than forgotten.

                                     JESSE OWENS
                         Then don't slow down.  
                              (pause)
                         Hey, I'm going below -- it's crazy 
                         being out here.  We can talk about 
                         runnin' that Nazi propoganda down 
                         Hitler's throat another time.  Nice 
                         meeting you, Tarzan Brown.

               EXT. BERLIN OLYMPIC STADIUM -- OPENING CEREMONIES 1936 
               OLYMPIC GAMES -- DAY

               The stadium is filled with cheering thousands as legions of 
               Olympic teams march patriotically onto the track, following 
               their countrys' flags.

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                                                                        73.


               High above the field, above the familiar Olympic symbol of 
               linked rings, hangs the logo of the Nazis: a solemn eagle 
               perched on a swastika.  ADOLF HITLER and associates watch 
               from a box nearby.  A band is playing Beethoven's Ninth 
               Symphony, "Ode To Joy".  The atmosphere is one of loud, 
               excessively majestic pageantry.  

               Ellison Brown marches proudly with the American team, beside 
               Kelley and McMahon, all wearing period team uniforms, navy 
               blazers with white trousers and flat-topped boater hats.

               CLOSE IN to the three American marathoners.

                                     BILLY
                         This is really somethin', ain't it, 
                         Kel?

                                     JOHNNY
                              (with moist eyes)
                         I've never felt more proud to be an 
                         American.

               Ellison says nothing as his head swivels to take in all the 
               sights and sounds of the awesome event, but his smile and 
               waves to the crowd display some of the joy he is feeling at 
               being part of the historic world spectacle.

               A LITTLE LATER

               A TINY FIGURE of a man, wearing a little white skirt and a 
               black vest, finishes climbing stairs to Hitler's viewing 
               box.  CLOSE IN, Hitler smiles, as SPIRIDON LOUIS, 63-year-
               old Greek winner of the first Olympic marathon, bows slightly 
               and presents the Nazi leader with an olive branch.

                                                                    CUT TO:

               JOHNNY KELLEY'S MOIST EYES -- THAT MOMENT

                                     JOHNNY
                         Who could've imagined...  Spiridon 
                         Louis, winner of the first Olympic 
                         marathon -- I'll never forget this 
                         moment as long as I live. 

               EXT. DOWNTOWN BERLIN -- NIGHT

               ELLISON walks alone along a lively street, taking in sights 
               and sounds offered by the German culture.  He stops outside 
               a tavern, listens momentarily to the lively music from inside -- 
               before entering.

               INT. BERLIN TAVERN -- A MOMENT LATER

               As Ellison approaches the bar, a bartender looks up, raising 
               his eyebrows expectantly.

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                                                                        74.


                                     BARTENDER
                         Guten abend.  Ja bitte?

                                     ELLISON
                         Un, you have beer?  I like ein beer...  
                         Bitter.

                                     BARTENDER
                              (nodding)
                         Ah, das bier.

               Ellison takes a stool at the bar, looking around as the 
               bartender returns with a beer.  A band, complete with an 
               accordion, plays period German music, with many patrons  
               enthusiastically singing along.  The atmosphere is festive.

               Ellison takes a sip from his beer, then a long pull.

                                     ELLISON
                         Hey, this is good -- very good beer.

                                     BARTENDER
                              (smiling and nodding)
                         Bitte schon.

               LATER

               Ellison still sits at the bar, several beer bottles now in 
               front of him.

               The tavern door opens and in walk four young black-uniformed 
               Nazis.  Ellison watches as they walk past him and take seats 
               at a nearby table.  Some of the other patrons glance nervously 
               at the Nazis and most who were singing reduce their volume 
               or stop altogether.  The four men confer at their table as a 
               waitress takes their order.  One of the Blackshirts looks 
               curiously over at Ellison, who acknowledges the look by 
               raising his beer toward the German.

               A LITTLE LATER

               THE BAND is about to begin a new set.  One of the Nazis yells 
               something to the musicians, who confer briefly, then start 
               playing a somber German hymn.  The four Blackshirts all begin 
               singing along, with great passion if poor tone, raising large 
               mugs of foamy beer in time with the music.  As the Nazis 
               glance around the room, some of the other bar patrons join 
               in the singing.

               After listening to a few bars, Ellison joins in singing the 
               chorus, mimicking the German lyrics as he raises and swings 
               his beer back and forth with the song.  As his actions become 
               increasingly animated, all four Nazis take notice of him,  
               beginning to scowl back in his direction.  One by one, the 
               four stop singing.  The band reaches the end of the hymn,  
               but Ellison continues with the chorus, having fun with his 
               best impression of German song.  The four Blackshirts stare 
               at Ellison with stone faces.

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                                                                        75.


               Aware of the attention, the Indian stops singing, bows to 
               his audience, then spins his stool back to the bar.

               THE FOUR NAZIS confer, then one, a tall blonde, stands up 
               and walks over to slide onto the stool next to Ellison.  The 
               blonde Nazi turns toward the Indian, who is drinking his 
               beer and staring straight ahead.

                                     BLONDE NAZI
                         Sprechen zie Deutsch?

                                     ELLISON
                              (turning toward)
                         No thanks, I'm American.  But I do 
                         like your beer.

                                     BLONDE NAZI
                         Ahh...  Die U.S.A. -- a Yankee.  
                         Okay.  I speak English quite well, 
                         actually.  I spent some time in 
                         London.

               His eyes measure Ellison for a few seconds.

                                     BLONDE NAZI (CONT'D)
                         You have very dark skin.  Are you 
                         part Negro?  Or American Indian -- a 
                         Cherokee, perhaps?

                                     ELLISON
                              (nodding)
                         Yup, I'm Indian all right.  But it's 
                         not like in the movies...  
                              (then mockingly slow)
                         There's... More... Than... One... 
                         Tribe.  
                              (shakes his head)
                         What is it about the Cherokees?

               Ellison turns away and takes a long pull on his beer.

                                     BLONDE NAZI
                         You are here for the Olympic Games?

                                     ELLISON
                         That's right.  I'm here to put on a 
                         good show for your "Doichland" people.  
                         I'm runnin' in the marathon two days 
                         from now.
                              (points at his beer)
                         This stuff seems to help me run better 
                         for some reason.

                                     BLONDE NAZI
                         Ahhh, you are an athlete, and an 
                         Indian.  Like Jim Thorpe... or perhaps 
                         more like Tom Longboat.
                                     (MORE)

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                                                                        76.


                                     BLONDE NAZI (CONT'D)
                         What do you think of our wonderful 
                         facilities?  The Reichssportfeld is 
                         something of which we are all very 
                         proud.

                                     ELLISON
                              (shrugs)
                         Nice enough place.  But if I hafta 
                         be honest, most of us Americans think 
                         it's all just a bunch of propa... 
                         prop-agation?  Prop-aganda -- that's 
                         the word.  To make Hitler look good 
                         to all you people over here.

                                     BLONDE NAZI
                         The Fuhrer has done a magnificent 
                         job ensuring all preparations were 
                         made with perfection, and that Germany 
                         welcomes the entire world with open 
                         arms.  
                              (shakes his head)
                         I think you are privileged to come 
                         and see for yourself the achievement 
                         of our Aryan nation.

                                     ELLISON
                              (smug smile)
                         Your Aryan nation?  I find it kinda 
                         funny, the way you folks like to go 
                         around acting like you're so much 
                         better than people like me.

                                     BLONDE NAZI
                         People like you?  Well...  It is a 
                         fact that we are more advanced -- 
                         Darwin himself said so.  And look at 
                         how your people were living before 
                         the Europeans came.  You could not 
                         even invent the wheel on your own.

                                     ELLISON
                         The wheel?  Well...  we didn't need 
                         the wheel...  Because there weren't 
                         any roads -- didn't seem to need 
                         them things either till the white 
                         men came.  Besides...
                              (holds up his palms)
                         I know I can do just about anything 
                         with these hands.  

                                     BLONDE NAZI
                              (shaking his head)
                         You are just... what we call der 
                         dummkopf.  I will not debate with a 
                         fool.
                                     (MORE)

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                                                                        77.


                                     BLONDE NAZI (CONT'D)
                              (stands up to leave)
                         But, if I can give you some advice, 
                         you should understand that our tasty 
                         Deutch beer is much stronger than 
                         what you drink in America.  Perhaps 
                         you should be advised to return to 
                         the Olympic Village and prepare for 
                         your race.

                                     ELLISON
                         Okay...  What do you want me to say?

               He stands up suddenly, just as the blond German steps away.  
               Ellison straightens his right arm up high in a theatrical 
               salute.

                                     ELLISON (CONT'D)
                         HEIL HITLER!

               BEER from the bottle still in Ellison's hand spills out, 
               some wetting the Nazi.

                                     BLONDE NAZI
                              (frozen in his tracks)
                         You are... mocking me?  You are... 
                         Insulting us.

               The other three Nazis, interested spectators to this point, 
               get up from their chairs.

               ELLISON sets down his beer, his eyes narrowing.

                                     ELLISON
                         No, I am...  Challenging you.  I 
                         don't like being called stupid...  
                         dumb-cops!
                              (raises fists)
                         Now, let's see if your Aryan blood 
                         is red like everyone else's.

               THE BLONDE NAZI hesitates, then steps into Ellison, swinging  
               with an uppercut aimed at the head.  Ellison deftly blocks 
               the punch with his left forearm, then connects to the Nazi's 
               head with a hard right.  The blonde man goes down hard to 
               the ground.

               THE THREE OTHER BLACKSHIRTS charge wildly at Ellison, the 
               first planting his face right into the Indian's hard fist -- 
               he drops as well.  The third, a big man, lunges in, pounding 
               Ellison in the stomach, then pinning him in a bear hug against 
               the bar.  The big Nazi spins him around, where the fourth 
               assailant delivers rapid blows to Ellison's chest... then 
               goes for the head, misses, hitting the bigger man, who 
               releases the Indian.  Ellison kicks the fourth man in the 
               crotch, finishing him with a blow to the head as he doubles 
               over in pain.  The other fallen Germans are up and back at 
               Ellison.

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                                                                        78.


               When the big man grabs the Indian from behind in another 
               bear hug, the others overwhelm Ellison with blows till he 
               slumps unconscious.

               ELLISON is on the floor, absorbing kicks, when several German 
               police rush through the door

                                     BLONDE NAZI
                              (stepping back, arms 
                              out)
                         Genug.  Ich bin voll.

               He leans forward over Ellison. 

                                     BLONDE NAZI (CONT'D)
                         Seems you've chosen a jail cell over 
                         the Olympic Village -- not a wise 
                         choice I'm afraid.  Viel glueck, 
                         Cherokee.

               Wiping blood spilling from his nose, the blonde Nazi spits 
               on the fallen Ellison.

               INT. A BERLIN JAIL CELL -- DAY

               ELLISON, his face showing cuts and bruises, stands with his 
               hands on the bars of his cell door, listening to the sound 
               of approaching footfalls and voices.

               A UNIFORMED GUARD appears in front of Ellison's cell, followed 
               by several men wearing suits.  One of the men is Johnny 
               Kelley.

                                     ELLISON
                         About time you guys showed up, Kelley.  
                         The food in here is terrible.

                                     JOHNNY
                         Just keep quiet, Tarzan.  I'm here 
                         to make sure you don't say the wrong 
                         thing to these people.  They can be 
                         a little sensitive.

                                     ELLISON
                         Okay, I just want to get out of this 
                         joint.

                                     OLDER MAN
                              (looks in charge)
                         We're taking you back to the village, 
                         son.  The Germans don't want an 
                         international incident made out of 
                         this any more than we do.

               The German guard opens up the cell door.  Ellison steps out 
               and shakes the older man's hand.

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                                                                        79.


                                     ELLISON
                         Thank you sir.

                                     OLDER MAN
                         Well, I don't mind telling you, one 
                         of my colleagues suggested we leave 
                         you in here to learn some discipline.  
                              (beat)
                         Just run well tomorrow afternoon and 
                         you'll make us all happy.

               The older man pats Ellison on the back as they leave the 
               cell area.

               EXT. BERLIN OLYMPIC STADIUM -- AFTERNOON

               Fifty-eight runners are on the track, large numbers pinned 
               to their racing singlets; some men are stretching, some 
               jumping lightly on the spot, going through pre-race rituals.

                                     OLYMPIC ANNOUNCER (V.O.)
                         Achtung!  Attention!  The marathonlauf 
                         will start momentarily.  All runners 
                         are to line up behind the starting 
                         line.

               ELLISON BROWN, sitting cross-legged on the side of the track, 
               gets up slowly, moves toward the pack of runners lining up 
               just ahead.  A voice diverts his attention.  It is Jesse 
               Owens, calling over from the infield.

                                     JESSE OWENS (O.S.)
                         Tarzan.  Tarzan Brown.

               OWENS is quickly over to grasp Ellison's arm.

                                     JESSE OWENS (CONT'D)
                         Just wanted to wish you good luck, 
                         my friend.  Remember, your race starts 
                         right where mine did, same starting 
                         line exactly as the sprints.  Of 
                         course yours is longer.  
                              (grins)

                                     ELLISON
                              (grinning back)
                         Yeah, just a little.

                                     JESSE OWENS
                         May the Lord be as generous to you 
                         as He was to me. 

                                     ELLISON
                         Thanks Jesse.  I feel real strong.

                                     JESSE OWENS
                         Bring home the gold, Tarzan.  For 
                         yourself.  Don't slow down.

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                                                                        80.


               As Owens retreats, Ellison jogs up to insert himself in the 
               tight crowd of marathoners, finds Kelley and McMahon, squeezes 
               in beside them.

                                     BILLY
                         Nice of you to get let out of the 
                         clink in time for the race, Tarzan.

                                     ELLISON
                         Wouldn't miss this for anything, 
                         Billy.

               Kelley and McMahon are both wearing white wool racing 
               singlets, large race numbers blocking the U.S.A. cresting.  
               Kelley tugs at Brown's number, 754, pinned to his shorts.

                                     JOHNNY
                         Hey -- good idea yer coverin' 
                         something less important than the 
                         Stars 'n Stripes.
                              (grins)

                                     ELLISON
                         Aw, these shirts are too hot an 
                         scratchy to wear on a warm day.  
                         Gonna lose mine after we get started.

                                     JOHNNY
                         Hey, not a bad plan, this thing feels 
                         like sandpaper.  But not wearin' it 
                         seems kinda unpatriotic, Tarz.  

                                     BILLY
                         I guess the advantage goes to the 
                         Indian, huh Kel? 

                                     JOHNNY
                         Now remember fellas, today we're a 
                         team.  Godspeed to both of you.

                                     ELLISON
                         Kelley boy, you gets in my way today, 
                         I'll run right over yuh.
                              (laughs)
                         Okay, good luck to you fellas too.

               Kelley, McMahon and Brown shake hands and ready themselves 
               for the start.

               CRACK OF A STARTING PISTOL

               THE TIGHT PACK of runners is quickly into full stride, moving 
               down the track, looking like one flowing creature from high 
               in the stadium.  As the runners circle the track:

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                                                                        81.


                                     RADIO ANNOUNCER (V.O.)
                         Welcome, listeners, to the first 
                         ever live radio broadcast of an 
                         Olympic marathon.  Thanks to the 
                         marvels of modern technology, this 
                         race is actually being shown on 
                         screens in special halls throughout 
                         Germany on what some are calling 
                         "the wave of the future", an amazing 
                         invention known as tel-e-vision.  
                         Incredible as it may seem, ladies 
                         and gentlemen, some expect television 
                         to someday become almost as common 
                         as radio -- some day far in the future 
                         I would think.  And now, as the 
                         runners circle the track where the 
                         great Negro Jesse Owens immortalized 
                         himself in winning an incredible 
                         four gold medals, it is a warm 
                         afternoon here in Berlin.  After one 
                         and 3/4 laps, the race will continue 
                         outside the stadium onto the 
                         Havelchausee, meandering through the 
                         streets of Berlin before ending back 
                         on the track within this magnificent 
                         facility.  It is estimated that close 
                         to one million people will be lining 
                         the streets to catch a view of these 
                         Olympians in their quest for glory.

               EXT. BERLIN OLYMPIC MARATHON COURSE -- TEN KILOMETER MARK -- 
               AFTERNOON

               A RUNNER strides along, his head covered by a white kerchief, 
               followed a short gap behind by a second unidentified runner.  
               Then there is another gap before Ellison Brown, sans scratchy 
               vest, comes into view, running comfortably.  The course is 
               lined by German soldiers and spectators.

               INT. SAMMY'S DINER -- WESTERLY, RHODE ISLAND -- AT THAT 
               MOMENT (BUT MORNING ON THE U.S. EAST COAST)

               A SMALL GROUP, mostly Native, are clustered around a radio.  
               Bryan and Gracie Brown, Horatio and Atmore Stanton, Ethel 
               Wilcox Brown, and even Tippy Salerno are there, listening 
               attentively.

                                     RADIO ANNOUNCER (V.O.)
                         Just past the six-mile mark in the 
                         Olympic marathon, ZABALA from 
                         Argentina is still the leader.  
                         Portugal's MANUEL DAIS continues to 
                         run well in second place.  It has 
                         just been reported that Tarzan Brown, 
                         from the United States, has put on a 
                         surge and moved into third spot, 
                         about 85 seconds behind Zabala...

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                                                                        82.


               A LOUD CHEER drowns out the broadcast, as the excited 
               listeners wave their arms in the air.

               EXT. BERLIN OLYMPIC MARATHON COURSE -- 25 KILOMETER MARK -- 
               LATE AFTERNOON

               The RACE LEADER, ZABALA, runs past the marker.  A short 
               distance behind, an Asian runner passes a third, 
               unidentifiable man.  There is a fair gap till the next runner 
               becomes visible, running strongly in fourth, just ahead of a 
               few pursuers.

               CLOSER on the bare-chested fourth runner, it is Ellison.

               AHEAD -- there are some corners on the course; the runner in 
               front of Ellison turns right, then just ahead is directed 
               left by a POLICEMAN in the center of an intersection.

               ELLISON's P.O.V. -- as he turns right, then sees the policeman 
               ahead, who has temporarily diverted his attention away from 
               the approaching direction.  Ellison puts his arms up as there 
               is no clear indication whether to turn left or run straight 
               through the intersection.

                                     ELLISON
                              (confused)
                         Which Way?  WHICH WAY?

               His speed forcing him to make a decision, Ellison picks 
               straight, running past the inattentive policeman.

                                     SEVERAL ONLOOKERS AT ONCE
                         NEIN!  NEIN!  STOP!  STOP!

               As people yell, the policeman starts blowing his whistle and 
               waving Ellison back, at the same time directing the next two 
               runners arriving at the corner to turn left.  Ellison looks 
               back in confusion, then stops completely... before turning 
               and running back to the point of error.  He stops again and 
               throws up his arms in frustration, before continuing to run 
               in the proper direction.  But as the Indian surges hard ahead, 
               he grabs at his lower abdomen.

               INT. SAMMY'S DINER -- A BIT LATER

               Quiet.  No cheering, just concentration and concern on faces 
               gathered around the radio.

                                     RADIO ANNOUNCER (V.O.)
                         Listeners, past the 18-mile mark of 
                         the marathon, there have been some 
                         dramatic developments.  The leader, 
                         Zabala, had collapsed at some point 
                         and is now struggling to get back 
                         into the race.  The new leader is 
                         SON from Japan, followed closely by 
                         HARPER from Great Britain.
                                     (MORE)

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                                                                        83.


                                     RADIO ANNOUNCER (V.O.) (CONT'D)
                         Zabala is still in third, though 
                         hurting, followed by COLEMAN of South 
                         Africa.  Next are all three members 
                         of the Finnish team, then a sizeable 
                         gap till the next athlete...
                         We have just had a report that Tarzan 
                         Brown, the Indian runner from the 
                         United States, has either been 
                         disqualified or has dropped out of 
                         the race...

               Panning the group: some hands go up over faces, some are 
               exhaling, a few groaning, Gracie and Ethel are starting to 
               cry.  Horatio stands up, shaking his head.

                                     HORATIO
                              (to himself or anyone)
                         Damn.  I thought he was gonna do it.  
                         But it was just too good to be true.

                                                               DISSOLVE TO:

               EXT. SHIP'S DECK -- APPROACHING NEW YORK -- DAY

               ELLISON BROWN at the bow railing, looking out at the 
               approaching New York skyline.  Kelley and McMahon join him.  
               Kelley puts his arm around the Indian's shoulder.

                                     BILLY
                         Hey that looks good, don't it?  Almost 
                         home.

                                     JOHNNY
                         Home, yeah.  Where we get to explain 
                         one more time to the press and all 
                         our friends how we choked and screwed 
                         up at the Olympics.  Always something 
                         to look forward to.

                                     BILLY
                         Hey, you've got nothing to hang your 
                         head about, at least you finished  -- 
                         unlike us two bums.  And Tarzan, 
                         well, at least you were up there 
                         challenging for the lead most of the 
                         race.

                                     ELLISON
                         Yeah?  Well don't forget, I'm just 
                         an Indian runner -- all natural 
                         talent, no brains and heart -- so 
                         they probably didn't expect me to 
                         win anyway.
                              (grins)

               Kelley slaps Brown on the back -- a little too hard.

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                                                                        84.


                                     JOHNNY
                         We'll never forget you're an Indian, 
                         Tarzan, don't worry about that.  And 
                         you forgot to say lazy -- that's 
                         another thing they like to say about 
                         you Indians, you're too lazy compared 
                         to us hard-workin' Irishmen.

                                     BILLY
                         Lazy and undisciplined runners.  
                         Don't forget about undisciplined.

                                     ELLISON
                         Hey, you looked kinda lazy coming in 
                         18th, Kelley.

                                     JOHNNY
                         At least I stayed on the course and 
                         finished!  Hey, you know there's a 
                         story goin' around you got busted 
                         from the race for stopping to wet 
                         your throat in a German beer hall.  
                         And all I heard about it from you 
                         that day was "too tough for me today."

                                     ELLISON
                         Kelley boy, if you hadn't been so 
                         far back you might of seen...  Anyway,  
                         I'll tell yuh what really happened.  
                         First, I got directed off the course.  
                         Then after I get back in the race, I 
                         gets this terrible pain in my gut.  
                         So, I lay down to try to stretch it 
                         out, and somebody tries to pick me 
                         up just as this car goes by.  Then 
                         this guy yells out: "Out!  You're 
                         out of the race -- you are 
                         disqualified!"  Not my fault -- I 
                         never asked for help.  That's exactly 
                         what happened, but don't matter now 
                         anyway.  I just had a bad race, same 
                         as you guys.
                              (looks away)
                         Maybe I just need some time away 
                         from running for awhile.

                                     JOHNNY
                              (nudging McMahon)
                         See Billy, just like a lazy Indian.  
                         Soon as things go wrong, they quit.

                                     ELLISON
                         Hey -- we don't quit till after we 
                         get our first paycheck!  At least, 
                         according to you white folks as an 
                         excuse not to hire us.

               All three laugh at that.

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                                                                        85.


                                     JOHNNY
                         Seriously, Tarz, you're a great 
                         runner, but you don't train properly.  
                         You could be even better than you 
                         are if you just worked harder at 
                         it... And yuh gotta lay off the booze.

                                     ELLISON
                         Ah c'mon, you know better than that, 
                         Johnny, I train just as hard as you... 
                         when I feel like it.  And I sure 
                         don't feel like it right now.

               Johnny puts his arm around Ellison...

                                     JOHNNY
                         Maybe you just need a hug.

               ...tries to headlock the Indian. 

                                     ELLISON
                              (squirming free)
                         Get lost, Kelley.

                                     JOHNNY
                         Anyhow fellas...  Just remember that 
                         line they told us at the start of 
                         the Olympics.  "The important thing 
                         is not to win, but to take part... 
                         just as the most important thing 
                         about life is not to conquer but 
                         struggle well."

                                     BILLY
                         And you believe that stuff?

                                     JOHNNY
                         Well...  No, I like to win.

               INT. SMALL MEDICAL CLINIC -- CHARLESTOWN, RHODE ISLAND -- 
               DAY

               ELLISON sits shirtless on an examining table, as a stethoscope 
               is moved over his chest.  A DOCTOR examining Ellison steps 
               back, picking up a chart.

                                     ELLISON
                         So, what's wrong with me, Doc?

                                     DOCTOR
                         It's what we call an inguinal hernia.  
                         The good news is it's somewhat 
                         reducible.  You should recover fine.

                                     ELLISON
                         And there's bad news too?

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                                                                        86.


                                     DOCTOR
                         No more running for you this year.
                              (jots on the chart)
                         If you've had this since the Olympics, 
                         it's no wonder you didn't finish the 
                         race.  Now you've got to be careful 
                         or it might reoccur and you'll run 
                         the risk of infection.

                                     ELLISON
                         What about fishing?  I plan on doing 
                         lots of that.

                                     DOCTOR
                         Just make sure all the fish you catch 
                         are small ones.  No heavy lifting -- 
                         no running.  Now, go home and get 
                         some rest.

               Ellison nods and smiles.

                                     ELLISON
                         There's no bad news, Doc.  I was 
                         planning on taking some time away 
                         from running anyway.

               Ellison is still smiling as he stands up and heads out the 
               door.

                                                               DISSOLVE TO:

               MONTAGE -- TO MID-1930S JAZZ

               Ellison with Atmore Stanton, fishing at a pond.

               Beaming Ellison holding a crying baby, beside happy Ethel in 
               a hospital bed.

               Ellison in a boat, pulling up a net full of shellfish.

               Ellison and Horatio Stanton, jogging down a country road.

               Smiling Ellison doing stonemason work on a wall, carefully 
               fitting a rock in place.

               Wearing hip-wading boots and with a catch of fish in hand, 
               Ellison arriving home to Ethel and new baby waiting on the 
               porch.

               Ellison running down a road, looking faster and stronger 
               than when jogging with Horatio.

               Ellison hitchhiking, tote bag in hand; a car slowing to a 
               stop as Ellison runs up to get in.

                                                               DISSOLVE TO:

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                                                                        87.


               EXT. FINISH LINE OF THE YONKERS MARATHON -- DAY

               ELLISON BROWN runs in to break the tape at the finish line.

                                     ANNOUNCER (V.O.)
                         And the winner here at the New York 
                         Marathon Championship is Tarzan Brown 
                         from Rhode Island.  This is Tarzan's 
                         first race since he failed at the 
                         Olympics, and he is obviously back 
                         in fine form...

               ELLISON'S P.O.V. -- at the finish, as he turns and waits for 
               the second runner to come in.  It is Billy McMahon, a few 
               seconds behind.  Ellison hugs him as soon as he crosses the 
               line.

                                     ELLISON
                         Great race Billy, you really pushed 
                         me there.

                                     BILLY
                              (still winded)
                         I... believed you... when you said... 
                         you were out of shape.

                                     ELLISON
                         Hey Billy, can you do me a favor and 
                         pick up my trophy for me?  I'll get 
                         it from you later.  Right after I 
                         get my money, I'm leaving for New 
                         Hampshire -- gonna try to make 
                         tomorrow's race.

                                     BILLY
                         You know... just when I start thinking 
                         you're not just another crazy 
                         Indian... you prove that's exactly 
                         what you are.  It's impossible to 
                         run two marathons a day apart.  And 
                         stupid.

                                     ELLISON
                         Yeah, well, Manchester promised me 
                         16 bucks for show-up money; poor 
                         Indian like me can't pass that up.
                              (grinning)
                         And, I got something to prove to all 
                         those people callin' me a quitter 
                         and making jokes about me gettin' 
                         lost in Berlin.  I'll make 'em eat 
                         their words.

                                     BILLY
                              (shaking his head)
                         You're crazy, Tarzan.  It'll be your 
                         funeral.  Dead Indians got no use 
                         for money.

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                                                                        88.


               EXT. FINISH LINE OF MANCHESTER MARATHON -- NEW HAMPSHIRE -- 
               THE NEXT DAY

               A MAN looks through binoculars from a tower above the finish.

                                     MAN WITH BINOCULARS
                         Okay, I see the first runner coming 
                         in... it's number four...

               MAN'S P.O.V. THROUGH BINOCULARS shows number four, ELLISON 
               Brown, eyes squinting, struggling toward the finish.

                                     MAN WITH BINOCULARS (CONT'D)
                         Looks like he's got a big lead, can't 
                         see anyone close behind.

               A RACE ANNOUNCER beside him moves to a microphone.

                                     RACE ANNOUNCER
                         Ladies and gentlemen, the lead runner 
                         is nearing the finish, and it is 
                         Tarzan Brown, the Indian from Rhode 
                         Island.

               ELLISON jogging in across the finish line.

                                     RACE ANNOUNCER (CONT'D)
                         Let's give this fellow lots of 
                         applause.  Incredible as this may 
                         sound, I've been told this is Tarzan's 
                         second full marathon in 24 hours.  
                         He arrived this morning just in time 
                         to race, hitchhiked here after winning 
                         yesterday's Yonkers Marathon.  Ladies 
                         and Gentlemen, this is truly an 
                         astounding achievement in athletics!

               Ellison walks beyond the finish line, ignoring the 
               congratulations of race officials and press.  With a pained 
               expression, the exhausted runner drops to one knee, clutching 
               his lower abdomen.  Then he rolls to the ground in agony.

                                                              DISSOLVE TO: 

               INT. A HOSPITAL ROOM -- LATER

               ELLISON lies, shirtless, on an examining table.  His doctor 
               turns from viewing a chart and makes some notes; he looks 
               with concerned expression at his patient.

                                     DOCTOR
                         Now what we've got here son, is a 
                         double inguinal hernia...  Now this 
                         is a really serious condition; you 
                         might have died if they hadn't brought 
                         you in here.
                                     (MORE)

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                                                                        89.


                                     DOCTOR (CONT'D)
                         You had better listen to me this 
                         time when I say -- slow down.  
                              (slowly, patiently)
                         No More Marathon Running This Year.  
                         Understand?

               Ellison pushes up on his elbows.

                                     ELLISON
                         Yes sir.  I plan on doing lots of 
                         fishing, no running.

                                     DOCTOR
                              (shaking his head)
                         Just remember: double marathons lead 
                         to double hernias.  You...  Have...  
                         To...  Let...  The Body... Heal.  
                         You're not indestructible.  Do you 
                         understand me?

                                     ELLISON
                              (suitably concerned)
                         Yes sir, I do.  And thank's Doc.

               EXT. THE BOSTON MARATHON -- NATICK -- WARM APRIL AFTERNOON

               SUPER: 18 MONTHS LATER 

               JOHNNY KELLEY and LES PAWSON lead a small pack of runners 
               through the village, as the voice of Jerry Nason narrates 
               his report of the 1938 edition of the race.

                                     JERRY (V.O.)
                         The 1938 Boston Marathon proved to 
                         be a battle between PAT DENGIS of 
                         Baltimore, and past champions, Les 
                         Pawson of Pawtucket, and Johnny Kelley 
                         of Medford.  In the end...

               EXT. BOSTON FINISH LINE --LATER

               LES PAWSON crossing the finish line, arms raised in victory. 

                                     JERRY (V.O.)
                         ...it was the personable Pawson's 
                         turn to win, his 2:35 clocking just 
                         ahead of second-place Dengis and 
                         third-place Kelley.

               PAWSON is assisted and congratulated by officials and well 
               wishers as he walks through the finish area.

                                     JERRY (V.O.) (CONT'D)
                         A popular champion, Pawson is unlike 
                         many marathon runners, in that he is 
                         well-groomed, well-spoken, polite
                                     (MORE)

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                                                                        90.


                                     JERRY (V.O.) (CONT'D)
                         and intelligent.  One former champion 
                         who did not fair so well in today's 
                         race...

                                                                    CUT TO:

               ELLISON BROWN RUNNING LABORIOUSLY BESIDE A LAKE

                                     JERRY (V.O.)
                         ...was Tarzan Brown, who finished 
                         more than an hour slower than his 
                         winning time in 1936.

               ELLISON slows down and, glancing over at the nearby water, 
               suddenly waves to the onlookers, veers off the course toward 
               the water's edge.

                                     JERRY (V.O.) (CONT'D)
                         Apparently the warm weather got the 
                         best of Tarzan, or perhaps the nature-
                         loving Indian could not resist the 
                         calling of the scenic Lake Cochituate.

               ELLISON dives into the lake and swims out from shore, stopping 
               to tread water.

               ELLISON'S P.O.V. -- looking back and waving at perplexed 
               runners and spectators along the race course.

                                     JERRY (V.O.) (CONT'D)
                         To his credit and unlike the Olympic 
                         Marathon, Tarzan did eventually finish 
                         the race.  However, many observers 
                         feel this former champion is now 
                         simply fulfilling his true calling -- 
                         that of shiftless and carefree Indian, 
                         forgoing the white man's ways to 
                         live like his forefathers.  I, too, 
                         must wonder: have we seen the end of 
                         running glory for the talented but 
                         unpredictable Tarzan Brown?

                                                               DISSOLVE TO:

               EXT. SALOON -- CHARLESTOWN, RHODE ISLAND -- DAY

               TIPPY SALERNO approaches the entrance to the bar.

               INT. SALOON -- A MOMENT LATER

               INSIDE, Tippy looks around the mostly empty room, as a radio  
               plays soft jazz.

               TIPPY'S P.O.V. -- spots Ellison Brown, perched at the bar, a 
               few beer bottles parked in front.  Approaching... Tippy taps 
               the slumped backside of the Indian.

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                                                                        91.


                                     TIPPY
                         Can I buy yuh a drink, sailor?

                                     ELLISON
                              (barely turning)
                         Tippy.  How'd you know I'd be in 
                         here?

                                     TIPPY
                         According to my sources, yu'know, 
                         you're here a lot these days --
                         drinkin' like a fish.  But what makes 
                         yuh think I was looking for yuh?

                                     ELLISON
                         Nice and quiet in here this time of 
                         day.  I like to relax with a beer 
                         and think sometimes...

                                     TIPPY
                         Okay Ellison, Horatio told me yuh 
                         said maybe yuh wanted me to help  
                         out a little, yu'know, with yer 
                         training.  I also heard yuh ain't 
                         gettin' handled by anyone else right 
                         now, yu'know.

                                     ELLISON
                         Handled?  Most people seem to think 
                         I'm done with racing.  One guy said 
                         it was a shame I'm broken down and 
                         used up, something like that.
                              (shrugs, sips beer)
                         Hey, listen to this, Tippy.  The 
                         song on the radio, I like this one.  
                         HEY RICK, TURN UP THE RADIO, WILL 
                         YA?

               RICK, behind the bar, obligingly turns the radio volume up a 
               notch.  There is a very early Frank Sinatra song, "All Or 
               Nothing At All", with the Harry James Band, crooning from 
               the speaker.

                                     ELLISON (CONT'D)
                         I really like the way this guy sings, 
                         he's real good.  They said his name 
                         is...  "something" Sinatra.  This 
                         song keeps getting stuck in my head, 
                         but I don't mind.  Just Listen...

               Tippy listens for a couple lines, as Ellison intermittently 
               joins in singing the lyrics.

                                     ELLISON (CONT'D)
                              (singing along softly)
                         ...half a love... never appealed to 
                         me...  if your heart...  never could
                                     (MORE)

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                                                                        92.


                                     ELLISON (CONT'D)
                         yield to me... then I'd rather... 
                         rather have nothin' at all...

                                     TIPPY
                         All or nothing at all, hmmm...  
                         Yu'know, makes me think of yer 
                         running, maybe...

                                     ELLISON
                              (getting into it)
                         ...if it's love...  there ain't no 
                         inbetween...

                                     TIPPY
                         Yer either all out...  Or nothin'.  
                         What do you think, Ellison?

                                     ELLISON
                         ...why begin and cry for something 
                         that...  might have been... 
                              (pauses singing)
                         I don't think much when I'm listening 
                         to this song, I just relax and go 
                         somewhere peaceful...  It's like 
                         when I'm an hour into a good run.  I 
                         can move outside my body and just 
                         watch myself.

                                     TIPPY
                         Okay...  
                              (pause)
                         But I mean, what do yuh think about 
                         yer runnin?  Are people maybe...  
                         Yu'know, right about you?  Do you 
                         think yer done winning races?

                                     ELLISON
                         I don't care what people say about 
                         me -- most of them don't know me.  
                         They think they do, but they don't.  
                         Let 'em say whatever they want.
                              (shakes his head)
                         I just don't see why everyone is so 
                         surprised I live like an Indian...  
                              (beat)
                         I'm an Indian.

                                     TIPPY
                         A fast Indian. 

                                     ELLISON
                              (abruptly back singing)
                         ...and if I fell... under the spell 
                         of your call...  I love this part!
                              (fingers snapping)
                         I would be...  be caught in the 
                         undertow... 

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                                                                        93.


                                     TIPPY
                         A fast Indian.  And, yu'know, one 
                         that doesn't answer my questions.  
                         Are yuh finished with racing or do 
                         yuh still wanta win?

                                     ELLISON
                              (bobbing his head, 
                              not just to the music)
                         I can still run fast -- faster and 
                         longer than anyone else.  But if you 
                         want to help me win some more races, 
                         I'll listen to you.  I always did 
                         whatever you told me to do, and it 
                         worked.

               As Sinatra's voice pauses, there is a long instrumental track, 
               allowing Tippy more of Ellison's attention.

                                     TIPPY
                         Hey, c'mon, yuh didn't always listen -- 
                         and I wasn't always right, yu'know.  
                         At Boston in '36, yuh proved yuh can 
                         run away from everyone.  They almost 
                         caught yuh, but they didn't.
                              (relights his cigar)
                         Ellison, yuh've got the greatest 
                         combination of speed and endurance 
                         I've ever seen in a human being.  
                         But I don't think yuh've reached yer 
                         full potential.  Yu'know...  I can 
                         help yuh with that.

                                     ELLISON
                         Nice speech, Tippy.  But I just wanna  
                         know one thing.  Do you respect me?

                                     TIPPY
                         Hey -- didn't I just say that?  Of 
                         course I respect yuh.  Everyone 
                         respects yuh as a runner.  What yuh've  
                         already accomplished is amazing...  
                         But, yu'know...  You can do more.

                                     ELLISON
                         Okay...  This is what I've been 
                         thinkin' about.  
                              (pauses to drink)
                         I just told you I don't care what 
                         people say -- I don't.  And I joke 
                         around with Kelley and some of them 
                         guys about Indian stuff -- that's 
                         all kiddin' around.  I think we all 
                         respect each other, that's why it's 
                         okay.  But...  Some things just get 
                         me pissed-damn mad.

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                                                                        94.


                                     TIPPY
                              (nodding slowly)
                         So yer saying yuh want more respect 
                         from white people.

                                     ELLISON
                         Tippy, I had to go to New London to 
                         get my last haircut.  In Charlestown 
                         and Westerly, they say: "We don't 
                         cut your kind of hair here."  And I 
                         say, "Why not?  My hair's as good as 
                         yours."  Yeah I want more respect -- 
                         that stuff hurts... gets me steamed.

                                     TIPPY
                              (nodding faster)
                         AHA.  Yu'know, I knew it.  I knew 
                         all along, yuh run to get the respect 
                         of the white man -- first time yuh 
                         admitted it to me though, yu'know.  
                         Well, son, win Boston again... set a 
                         world record, and America will respect 
                         the hell outta yuh!

                                     ELLISON
                              (shaking head)
                         I don't think so.  When I win, it's 
                         because I'm this gifted Indian runner.  
                         When I lose...  It's because I'm 
                         just an Indian.

                                     TIPPY
                         But it's always better to be a winner!  
                         DAMN.  We've got somethin' tuh prove 
                         here, yu'know!  The best way to get 
                         respect, yu'know, is get back up off 
                         the canvas and punch the crap outta 
                         the guy that put yuh there.
                              (relights cigar again)
                         Which is why we start tomorrow.  
                         Yu'know?  All it's gonna take is 
                         lots of steak, eggs, and sleep.  And 
                         lots and lots of miles.
                              (claps Brown's shoulder)
                         Yu'know we'll get yuh back in shape, 
                         Champ.

                                     ELLISON
                         Okay Tippy, but first... how about 
                         that drink you promised me?

                                     SINATRA (V.O.)
                              (finishing up)
                         All... or Nothinn' at ALLL...

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                                                                        95.


               EXT. A ROAD -- JUST OUTSIDE CHARLESTOWN -- DAY

               A YOUNG BOY, TOMMY -- perhaps 10 or 11, riding a bicycle -- 
               glances over his shoulder as a voice from just behind:

                                     ELLISON (O.S.)
                         Hey Tommy, you're pedaling pretty 
                         hard... took me awhile to catch up.

               ELLISON, running, pulls alongside Tommy.

               Tommy focuses ahead over the handlebars, pedaling harder.

                                     ELLISON (CONT'D)
                         Haven't seen yuh for awhile -- ready 
                         for a race to the next pole?

                                     TOMMY
                         Nope.  Not today.

                                     ELLISON
                         Gettin' chicken?  Cuz I always win?

                                     TOMMY
                         Nope -- ain't chicken.  Pa just don't 
                         want me talkin' to you no more.  
                         When I told him I was sorta friends 
                         with Tarzan Brown -- he got all mad.

               Tommy eases up a little on the pedaling.

                                     ELLISON
                         Well... we don't need to talk to 
                         race.  Your pop don't like me, huh?

                                     TOMMY
                         Not just you.  My pa hates Indians.  
                         Says you're worse than niggers... 
                         cuz you think you own the land that 
                         white folks worked hard tuh get.  Pa 
                         says we won the war.

                                     ELLISON
                              (shrugs)
                         That's what white men keep sayin'.

                                     TOMMY
                         Tarzan...  You a drunk?  Pa says 
                         y'are.

                                     ELLISON
                         A drunk?  Hmmm...  Well, I like to 
                         drink... sometimes I drink lots.
                              (beat)
                         But same as I like runnin' and 
                         sometimes I run too hard.  Anyhow,  
                         you should be able to beat a drunk 
                         to the next pole.

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                                                                        96.


                                     TOMMY
                         Well...
                              (long pause)
                         Okay -- let's go!

               Tommy, suddenly pedaling with wild urgency, races away...

                                                                    CUT TO:

               ELLISON -- PULLING EVEN AND EDGING PAST TOMMY JUST BEFORE  
               FLASHING PAST THE POLE

                                                              DISSOLVE TO: 

               EXT. HOPKINTON, MASSACHUSETTS -- BOSTON MARATHON STARTING 
               LINE -- LATE MORNING

               SUPER: APRIL 19, 1939 

               The sky is dark for near noon -- a northeastern storm has 
               blown in wet snow and sleet.  Athletes, supporters, and press 
               take shelter against nearby buildings.  Some of the press 
               are in a huddle, comparing racers' odds.

                                     FIRST REPORTER
                         I don't know guys, I've still got 
                         Pawson picked as the favorite.  He 
                         was 56 minutes for the Brighten ten-
                         miler, and this ugly weather should 
                         only help him.

                                     JERRY
                         Yeah, but he was nosed out in that 
                         race by Tarzan.

                                     FIRST REPORTER
                         So?  That's ten miles.  The Indian 
                         won't even be a factor in the full 
                         distance.  He's washed up -- does 
                         all his training now in bars I hear.

                                     JERRY
                         That might be true.  I've heard he's 
                         been in some terrific barroom brawls -- 
                         probably make a helluva welterweight.  
                              (pause)
                         But what about Syracuse?  He broke 
                         the course record up there, and that's 
                         16 miles.

                                     SECOND REPORTER
                         So what're you sayin', Jerry?  You 
                         got him favored to win or to place?

                                     JERRY
                         Hell no, I wouldn't figure him as 
                         anything but a long shot.
                                     (MORE)

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                                                                        97.


                                     JERRY (CONT'D)
                         Too hard to figure out, and never a 
                         good tactical runner.  I think WALTER 
                         YOUNG is the guy this year.  And Pat 
                         Dengis might show well today.

                                     FIRST REPORTER
                         What about Kelley?

                                     SECOND REPORTER
                         What about him?  This is his first 
                         race this year, I heard he's not in 
                         shape.  I'm keeping my eye on Cote, 
                         the Canadian.

                                     JERRY
                         That's right -- he won at Medford, 
                         and he's in great condition.  But 
                         remember fellas, this is the Boston 
                         Marathon.  Look at this weather.  
                         And there's a partial eclipse today -- 
                         could get even darker.  Anything can 
                         happen.

                                     FIRST REPORTER
                         What's happening now is I'm heading 
                         into the Lucky Rock Manor for a cup 
                         of mud before we head up the road.  
                         You guys comin'?

                                     JERRY
                         You fellas go ahead, I'll join you 
                         in a few minutes.

               NASON'S HEAD ON A SWIVEL has caught a glimpse of Tippy 
               Salerno, ever-present cigar between collar pulled up against 
               the weather, heading alone toward his car further back down 
               the road.

               Nason quickly intercepts.

                                     JERRY (CONT'D)
                         Mr... Salerno?  Jerry Nason, the 
                         Globe.  I hear you're back working 
                         with Tarzan Brown.

                                     TIPPY
                              (turning to look)
                         Nason?  Oh yeah, yu'know of course I 
                         recognize yuh.  What d'yuh wanta 
                         know about Tarzan?  Don't worry, 
                         yu'know, I can promise he won't be 
                         divin' intuh no lake this year!  
                         Weather's not fit fer ducks, ain't 
                         it. 

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                                                                        98.


                                     JERRY
                         Your boy's been running well again 
                         so far this season.  Just wondering 
                         if he's fit enough to go the distance.

                                     TIPPY
                         Hey Nason, yu'know, he's fit as a 
                         fiddle, that's fer sure.  But yuh 
                         know how hard it is to figure out a 
                         marathon...  We should all know how 
                         it's gonna come out by the hills.

                                     JERRY
                         The hills usually do tell the tale.

                                     TIPPY
                         Yu'know, I can tell yuh one thing 
                         'bout Tarzan.  It'll be all or nothin' 
                         at all.

                                     JERRY
                         Huh?  What are you telling me -- are 
                         we expecting another lightening start?

                                     TIPPY
                         Nah. I don't know.  That's just, 
                         yu'know, some song he keeps in his 
                         head sometimes.  It's this Sinatra 
                         guy on the radio -- good singer, 
                         yu'know, yuh gotta listen sometime.  
                         But that's kinda how Brown runs: all 
                         or nothin' at all.
                              (trys relighting cigar)
                         To be perfectly honest...  I got no 
                         idea what's gonna happen today.  But 
                         yu'know what?  I gotta go -- got him 
                         back stayin' warm in my car till the 
                         start.
                              (turns away)

                                     JERRY
                         Okay, well... tell Tarzan good luck 
                         from me, will you?

                                     TIPPY
                              (walking off)
                         Nason, yu'know what, he'd rather 
                         have yer respect than yer luck.

                                     JERRY
                              (calling back)
                         HEY, THAT TOO -- you gotta respect a 
                         man gives you the stories Tarzan's 
                         given me!

                                                                    CUT TO:

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                                                                        99.


               OLD RIFLE FIRING INTO SKY

               THE RACE IS UNDERWAY.  Early on, Ellison is well back in the 
               pack, wearing his familiar "Westerly, R.I."  singlet, number 
               189 pinned to the chest.

               INT. STUDEBAKER, (MOVING) ON THE COURSE -- EARLY AFTERNOON

               Nason scribbles notes, glancing at runners just outside.  
               Les Pawson is running close to another runner, Walter Young.  
               Just ahead of both is an INDIAN RUNNER -- but it is not 
               Ellison Brown.

               Nason leans over to Jack, the reporter next to him.

                                     JERRY
                         Who ever expected to see an Indian 
                         leading -- other than Tarzan?

                                     REPORTER JACK
                              (yelling back)
                         Kelley and Brown are well back.  
                         Either they're both running smart or 
                         just not fit enough to keep up.

                                     JERRY
                         Neither one of those two ever run 
                         what I would call "smart".

               EXT. FURTHER BACK THE COURSE -- THAT MOMENT

               In the midst of a small pack of runners, Ellison Brown runs 
               beside Johnny Kelley.  Pawson and Young are practically specks 
               in the distance.

               FAVORING ELLISON

                                     JOHNNY
                         Okay Tarz, we're five miles in.  
                         This some kinda new strategy, or are 
                         you just slow like me today?

                                     ELLISON
                              (narrow eyes ahead)
                         Just holdin' back, still too early 
                         to go.

                                     JOHNNY
                              (breathing harder)
                         Well, don't hold back on my account... 
                         I'm no threat this year... can feel 
                         them extra five pounds.

                                     ELLISON
                              (a little smile)
                         You soft an' lazy Irish.

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                                                                       100.


                                     JOHNNY
                              (laughing)
                         Jeepers, don't make me laugh... 

               EXT. NATICK -- A LITTLE LATER

               ELLISON is pulling up behind Pawson and Young. (The other 
               Indian has dropped back.) The Studebaker cruises nearby.

               INT. STUDEBAKER -- FAVORING NASON

                                     REPORTER JACK
                              (into Jerry's ear)
                         Hey, how come Tarzan's wearing 189?  
                         Don't the top runners usually get 
                         low numbers?

                                     JERRY
                         Yeah, I noticed that at the start.  
                         Apparently, he was the last one to 
                         pay his entry fee -- had to borrow 
                         the buck from the starter -- so he 
                         got the last number.  There's exactly 
                         189 entries this year.

               ELLISON'S P.O.V. -- He is pulling right up beside Pawson and 
               Young.

                                     PAWSON
                              (glancing at newcomer)
                         Welcome aboard, Tarzan.  Feel free 
                         to break the wind anytime you want.

                                     YOUNG
                         I think the wind's at your back, 
                         Les.

                                     PAWSON
                         It's swirlin'.

               ELLISON silently surges slightly ahead.  Breathing deeply, 
               he appears very comfortable with the pace as he takes the 
               lead in the wind and driving sleet.

                                     YOUNG
                         Is he always so chatty?

               PAWSON -- calls out to Ellison as the Indian moves further 
               ahead out of normal earshot:

                                     PAWSON
                         Hey -- looking good, Tarzan, nice 
                         running!
                              (then to Young)
                         Don't worry, let him go.  He'll slow 
                         down by Newton.  We can work together 
                         to rein him in well before the finish.

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                                                                       101.


                                     YOUNG
                         I don't know, he looks pretty strong 
                         right now.

                                     PAWSON
                         Trust me, we'll catch him.

               EXT. NEWTON HILLS -- LATER

               THE STUDEBAKER cruises beside Ellison Brown, who is running 
               powerfully, staring ahead with narrow, focused eyes.  RAIN 
               is coming down in sheets.

               INT. STUDEBAKER -- FAVORING NASON

                                     REPORTER JACK
                         He's still got a big lead, can't see 
                         anybody coming up behind him... yet.

                                     JERRY
                         Yet?  What do ya mean -- yet?  Tarzan 
                         looks uncatchable to me.

               EXT. BOSTON, WITHIN SIGHT OF THE FINISH LINE -- LATER

               ELLISON BROWN is still running swiftly and easily, staring 
               through steady rain toward the distant finish banner.  He 
               slows somewhat, turns and glances behind...  Then, slowing 
               virtually to a stop, he turns again and takes a long look 
               behind him.

               ELLISON'S P.O.V. -- There is no one in sight behind, just 
               wind and rain.  He turns back toward the finish, focuses on 
               the banner as he resumes running and strides toward victory.

               FINISH LINE 

               ELLISON crosses the line, surrounded by officials, police 
               and press, all in hats and raincoats.  An official drapes a 
               small tarp over Ellison as he slows to a walk.

                                     B.A.A. OFFICIAL
                         2:28:51!  That's the world's best 
                         time this year, son!  You're the 
                         fastest marathon runner in the world!

               EXT. BOSTON -- FINISH LINE AREA -- LATER 

               JOHNNY KELLEY, looking rain-drenched and exhausted, spots 
               Ellison being interviewed by the press.  He cuts through to 
               congratulate the champion.

                                     JOHNNY
                              (clutching Ellison)
                         Helluva race, Tarzan!  The way you 
                         held back early on showed a lot of 
                         patience.  Didn't think you had it 
                         in you. 

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                                                                       102.


                                     ELLISON
                         Thanks, Johnny.  Old Indian trick.
                              (winks)

               EXT. PLATFORM NEAR THE BOSTON MARATHON FINISH -- LATER THAT 
               AFTERNOON

               Light rain is still sprinkling.  Ellison "Tarzan" Brown, 
               wearing a laurel wreath and champion's medal, holds a bouquet 
               of wet flowers as he surveys the crowd assembled below.  A 
               B.A.A. official beside Ellison steps back, relinquishing the 
               microphone to the champion.

                                     ELLISON
                         Well...  Last time I was up here, 
                         some of you might remember I said 
                         something like, "you don't have to 
                         be a dead Indian to be a good 
                         Indian"... something like that.

               Pause. Panning smiles and some laughter in the crowd.

                                     ELLISON (CONT'D)
                         Well...  I'm not good at making 
                         speeches, but I just want to say 
                         that lots of people were saying before 
                         today that I was kind of a dead 
                         Indian.  Broken down and useless.  
                         Well, today I proved all those people 
                         wrong.  My plan was just to wait a 
                         bit, then run my head off -- go as 
                         fast as I could go till I dropped 
                         dead.  Well...  I didn't drop dead.  
                         And I want to thank all the people 
                         back home who still believed in me...  
                         Ethel...  my family, and my coach, 
                         Tippy Salerno -- they helped me do 
                         the work to get back up here.  'Cause 
                         it takes a lot of work to run a fast 
                         marathon...  Even for a fast Indian.
                              (pause)

               APPLAUSE and SOME CHEERING in the crowd, not just from the 
               Native representation. 

                                     ELLISON (CONT'D)
                         I never tried to use my running to 
                         say Indian people can be as good as 
                         white people...  But maybe I should 
                         say that.  Maybe you can all respect 
                         me a little more, not just because 
                         I'm a fast Indian... but because I'm 
                         an American too...  And I'm proud to 
                         be who I am.  American Indian...  
                         Narragansett.  And I'm real happy 
                         and proud I won the race today... 
                         And glad I didn't drop dead too.  
                                     (MORE)

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                                                                       103.


                                     ELLISON (CONT'D)
                              (pause, sparse laughter 
                              in the crowd)
                         Now I think I'm gonna take a break 
                         from running, spend more time with 
                         my family... and working to earn a 
                         living.  Someday...  I'd really like 
                         to buy me a truck... that would be 
                         swell.  Well... thanks for listening.

               After a beat of silence, there is LOUD CHEERING and DRUM 
               BEATING from the Indian supporters, less enthusiastic applause 
               from the rest of the crowd.  Panned expressions range from 
               smiles and nodding support to rolling eyes and shaking heads.

               INT. BROWN FAMILY SHACK -- NEAR CHARLESTOWN, RHODE ISLAND -- 
               DAY

               ELLISON sits at the dinner table in the two-room cabin, with 
               Ethel and the couple's 18-month-old daughter.  Ethel feeds 
               the toddler as Ellison eats chicken with his fingers, sucking 
               bones clean as he goes.

                                     ETHEL
                         Ellison, what are you doing tomorrow?  
                         Are you going up north for that wood-
                         cutting job, or is it all finished?

                                     ELLISON
                              (licking his fingers)
                         All done.

                                     ETHEL
                         Did you get paid for it yet?

                                     ELLISON
                         Yeah, but I only got 20 bucks.  
                         Shoulda been a lot more.

                                     ETHEL
                         Well, 20 bucks is 20 bucks.  Seems 
                         you weren't working at it long.

                                     ELLISON
                         Ethel, I can sometimes get 20 bucks 
                         now just for showing up at a big 
                         race.  There were lots of trees to 
                         take out.  Seems to me they shoulda 
                         paid a lot more than 20 bucks to do 
                         it.

                                     ETHEL
                         Well, maybe you work so fast, folks 
                         don't know how much money it's worth.  
                         Maybe you should've asked for more.

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                                                                       104.


                                     ELLISON
                         No.  I know these people.  They 
                         would've just found some other Indian 
                         to do it then.  There's always Indians 
                         around to work for half the wages of 
                         white men.
                              (picks up more chicken)
                         Anyway, you're right -- 20 bucks is 
                         20 bucks.

                                     ETHEL
                         Well...  Charlie Adams told me your 
                         stone work is some of the best he's 
                         seen.  Said you might find yourself 
                         real busy doing that, once folks 
                         start building more again.

                                     ELLISON
                              (shaking his head)
                         I need work right now.  Who knows or 
                         cares what might happen down the 
                         road.

                                     ETHEL
                         Well, at least your running is going 
                         real good.  Now everyone is proud to 
                         know you.  That should help you get 
                         more work.

                                     ELLISON
                         It better.  Can't eat medals and 
                         trophies.

                                     ETHEL
                         Sweetheart, you wouldn't even if you 
                         could; I know how proud you are of 
                         winning all those races.

                                     ELLISON
                         Guess you could eat a laurel wreath... 
                         Probly wouldn't taste good though. 

                                     ETHEL
                         Things will work out -- you know 
                         they always do.

               Ellison pushes his plate away and starts trading smiles and 
               funny faces with his daughter.

                                     ELLISON
                         Sure they will.  And if they don't...
                              (big funny face)
                         We'll make 'em!

                                                               DISSOLVE TO:

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                                                                       105.


               MONTAGE -- TO "I'LL BE SEEING YOU" BY FRANK SINATRA

               Old tape of Hitler addressing Germany's military.

               New York Times headline: It's War!  Hitler Invades Poland.

               Tape of Allied troops, mobilizing against Nazi Germany.

               New York Times headline: Japanese Attack Pearl Harbor!

               More images of World War II action.

               Ellison, carrying a lunch box, going to work in a factory.

               New York Times headline: VICTORY!

               Ellison cheerfully doing stonework.

               Ellison, wearing hip waders, arriving home with a catch of 
               fish -- Ethel, baby in arms, and two toddlers greeting him. 

               Ellison, looking slightly heavier and more mature, running 
               strongly down a country road.

               Ellison, in a desolate barroom, slumped over the bar -- head 
               down on crossed arms, surrounded by a squad of beer bottles.

                                                               DISSOLVE TO:

               INT. TIPPY'S HOUSE -- CHARLESTOWN -- DAY

               TIPPY SALERNO, a little older and thicker than when last 
               seen, moves slowly to open the front door as someone knocks 
               loudly.

                                     TIPPY
                         Okay, okay, hold yer horses, I've 
                         got it.

               Tippy opens the door, revealing Ellison Brown.  The two men 
               just look each other in the eyes for a beat.

                                     TIPPY (CONT'D)
                         Well?  Yuh here tuh cut some firewood 
                         for me?

               He pokes his cigar in Ellison's belly.

                                     ELLISON
                              (smiles)
                         Hello, Tippy. 

                                     TIPPY
                         Yu'know, I think yuh could use the 
                         exercise.
                              (chuckles)
                         Well, c'mon in, son.  Good tuh see 
                         yuh. 

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                                                                       106.


                                     ELLISON
                         Good to see you too.

                                     TIPPY
                         Ever since yuh moved near Charletown, 
                         seems like I hardly see yuh.  Place 
                         is gettin' too damn big, yu'know?

                                     ELLISON
                         I know. 

               Ellison follows Tippy to his kitchen.  Tippy opens the door 
               of his fridge, fishes through stacked egg cartons... 

                                     TIPPY
                         Have a chair.  Think I got a beer 
                         for yuh in here somwhere.  Ah, here 
                         we go.

                                     ELLISON
                              (taking beer)
                         Thanks, Tip.

                                     TIPPY
                         Now where's that bottle opener... 

               Ellison opens the beer with his teeth.

                                     TIPPY (CONT'D)
                         That can't be good for yuh. 

               Tippy takes the chair across. 

                                     TIPPY (CONT'D)
                         So?  Heard yer all done at the defense 
                         plant.

                                     ELLISON
                         Yeah.  Since the war ended they don't 
                         need so much of that stuff I guess.  
                         That's okay, I never liked factory 
                         work.  But it put food on the table.

                                     TIPPY
                         How many kids yuh got now -- five, 
                         right?  

                                     ELLISON
                         Four.  I got four kids.

                                     TIPPY
                         Yuh want a cigar?

                                     ELLISON
                         No thanks. 

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                                                                       107.


                                     TIPPY
                         I meant, yu'know, five kids for Ethel.  
                         Countin' you.
                              (chuckles, snorts)
                         Seen yuh runnin' by a few times.  
                         Gonna go back to Boston next spring?

                                     ELLISON
                         I want to.  But I got a long ways to 
                         go to be ready.
                              (beat)
                         To win. 

                                     TIPPY
                              (relighting cigar)
                         Really?  So yuh wanta win again, 
                         huh?

                                     ELLISON
                         Yeah.

                                     TIPPY
                         Really?

                                     ELLISON
                         Yeah. 

                                     TIPPY
                         Yu'know, last time I saw yuh run 
                         Boston, yuh showed off how many hot 
                         dogs yuh could eat just before the 
                         start.  What'd yuh have -- three or 
                         four?

                                     ELLISON
                         Four.  I didn't have breakfast so I 
                         was really hungry.  I threw up half 
                         way through the race, but I think it 
                         was 'cause of the ice cream along 
                         the way.

                                     TIPPY
                         Yeah, the ice cream.  I forgot. 
                              (pause)
                         Hey...  Remember, yu'know, when yuh 
                         first got me listenin' to that Sinatra 
                         guy?  I'm thinkin' of that song, 
                         "All Or Nothin' At All".

                                     ELLISON
                         Yeah, still like that one.

                                     TIPPY
                         Well, don't take offense kid,  but 
                         yu'know, lately, the way I hear yer 
                         drinkin' like a piss tank, yuh've 
                         been more the "nothin' at all" part. 

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                                                                       108.


                                     ELLISON
                              (nodding)
                         Whole lotta nothin' at all. 

                                     TIPPY
                         Gonna be hard yu'know... to put the 
                         "all" back in yer "nothin".  Yuh 
                         gotta be willin' tuh pay the price, 
                         yu'know.

                                     ELLISON
                         I have to.  There's nothing left for 
                         me to do, I have to win again.  And 
                         I want a world record.

                                     TIPPY
                         Really?  Yu'know what? -- that's 
                         great!  
                              (relights cigar again)
                         So...  Yuh still runnin' for respect?

                                     ELLISON
                         Still can't get a haircut in this 
                         town.  Probably never will.  
                              (shrugs, little smile)
                         Yeah, it's about respect.  But maybe 
                         this time...  I'm running more for 
                         my own self-respect.

                                     TIPPY
                         That's good enough for me, sport.

                                     ELLISON
                         There's more.

                                     TIPPY
                         There usually is.

                                     ELLISON
                         If I can win the marathon, maybe set 
                         a world record...  maybe I can get 
                         steady work.  If I could just get me 
                         a truck, I could make a good living 
                         around here.

                                     TIPPY
                         Self respect and a truck.  That's 
                         good motivation.

                                     ELLISON
                         Yeah. 

                                     TIPPY
                         Yeah.  Got some work to do, but 
                         yu'know what?  We can win the damned 
                         thing again.  And maybe get yuh that 
                         world record. 
                                     (MORE)

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                                                                       109.


                                     TIPPY (CONT'D)
                              (snorts, nodding head)
                         And world-record holders drive cars 
                         or trucks.  Nice ones.
                              (smiles, sucks cigar)

               CLOSE TO ELLISON'S DREAMY EXPRESSION...

               CLOSER...

                                                               DISSOLVE TO:

               EXT. A COUNTRY ROAD -- DAY

               A 1946 FORD PICKUP TRUCK accelerates up the road.

               INT. TRUCK -- THAT MOMENT

               ELLISON'S DREAMY EXPRESSION behind the wheel as he shifts 
               gears and pushes the throttle wide open... ...as Sinatra's 
               voice croons "All or Nothing At All"...

                                                              DISSOLVE TO: 

               INT. BOSTON GLOBE PRESSROOM -- DAY

               JERRY NASON, looking a little older and wearing glasses, 
               sits typing at his desk.  His typing speed has improved.  
               CLOSE UP to the text as it forms.  Nason narrates his words.

                                     JERRY (O.S.)
                         One of the past champions returning 
                         to the 1946 Boston Marathon is Ellison 
                         Tarzan Brown, winner in '36 and '39.  
                         Though he hasn't run the race since 
                         placing 21st in '43, I am picking 
                         Tarzan as the favorite to win 
                         tomorrow's marathon.  Recently I 
                         accepted the Indian runner's 
                         invitation to visit him at his home, 
                         near Narragansett Bay in Rhode 
                         Island...

                                                               DISSOLVE TO:

               EXT. BROWN FAMILY SHACK -- DAY

               NASON and A CAMERAMAN, walking up a path through the woods 
               are greeted by Ellison and Ethel, a few dark-eyed toddlers 
               in tow. (NASON'S VOICE-OVER CONTINUES as he tours the 
               primitive Brown accommodations.) The cameraman snaps pictures.  
               The two-room shack sits in a clearing, a small brook out 
               back where Ellison has hand scooped out a large basin for 
               bathing.  There is an outhouse nearby with a flapping blanket 
               for a door.  A homemade punching bag hangs from a tree branch; 
               two enormous dumbbells sit below -- evidence of the source 
               of the famous Tarzan physique.

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                                                                       110.


                                     JERRY (V.O.)
                         Tarzan still lives as if the white 
                         man never came to this country.  
                         Surviving in a small tarpaper shack 
                         with his wife and four children, he 
                         ekes out a living as a part-time 
                         tree surgeon, stonemason, fisherman, 
                         and handyman -- doing anything to 
                         earn a dollar.  Privately, he 
                         expressed some frustration that his 
                         past marathon victories have brought 
                         him little fame and no fortune, and 
                         that he is still treated with 
                         discrimination by the white society.  
                         Now Tarzan says he has been back 
                         training hard and is determined to 
                         again win the Boston Marathon -- in 
                         world-record time.  His objective is 
                         to gain a little financial backing.  
                         "If I could just buy myself a truck," 
                         says Tarzan, "I could make a good 
                         living around here."  A desperate 
                         man, living on the very edge of 
                         desperation, the Deerfoot of the 
                         Narragansett returns to Boston with 
                         nothing to lose.

                                                               DISSOLVE TO:

               EXT. STARTING LINE OF BOSTON MARATHON -- HOPKINTON -- NOON

               A PACK of runners gathered at the start. 

                                                                    CUT TO:

               OLD RIFLE FIRING INTO SKY

                                                               CUT BACK TO:

               THE PACK of runners surging forward, ELLISON BROWN close to 
               the front in the early going of the race.

                                                              DISSOLVE TO: 

               EXT. FINISH LINE OF BOSTON MARATHON -- MID AFTERNOON

               ELLISON, running slowly... painfully toward the finish banner.

                                     B.A.A. ANNOUNCER (O.S.)
                         Now approaching the finish, we have 
                         former champion, Tarzan Brown.  A 
                         good showing, but just outside the 
                         top-ten finishers this year...  C'mon 
                         folks, give him some encouragement --
                         he's having some trouble.  Let's 
                         cheer and help him get to the line.

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                                                                       111.


               EXT. FINISH-LINE AREA -- MOMENTS LATER

               TIPPY SALERNO drapes a blanket over a spent Ellison, as the 
               grimacing Indian tries to walk out the cramps that destroyed 
               his race.

                                     TIPPY
                         Hey, I know yer not happy with 12th, 
                         kid, but yuh showed some good stuff 
                         not quittin' when yuh cramped up.  
                         Yu'know... most runners woulda dropped 
                         out... but yuh slugged it out to the 
                         finish.  I'm damn proud of yuh -- 
                         yer not done yet!
                              (snorts)

                                     ELLISON
                              (shaking his head)
                         I don't know, Tippy, I feel like I 
                         might be done... don't think I'll  
                         be back.

                                     TIPPY
                         Well, yu'know, it's too soon to talk 
                         about that.  Just remember one thing.   
                         I respect the hell outta yuh.  Yer 
                         the best runner I've ever seen -- 
                         Champ.  
                              (claps Ellison's back)
                         Now, time tuh get some rest -- yuh 
                         deserve it.  And keep eatin' lots of 
                         eggs -- we gotta keep yer strength 
                         up.  Never know what the future holds, 
                         yu'know.
                              (snorts, sucks cigar)

               EXT. A COUNTRY ROAD OUTSIDE CHARLESTOWN -- DAY

               Ellison and Ethel stand on the roadside, looking out over a 
               wooded area.

                                     ELLISON
                         Our great grandparents lived on this 
                         reserve land.  Their spirits will be 
                         guiding us, helping us build here.

                                     ETHEL
                         Hope they bring their axes.  Seems 
                         like a lot of trees to cut down first.

                                     ELLISON
                         That'll be the easy part.  I've been 
                         saving up old used planks and nails.  
                         There's lots of stuff at the dump.  
                         But it ain't gonna be easy... building 
                         out of nothing.  We need money.

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                                                                       112.


                                     ETHEL
                         The hardest thing for me is being 
                         away from the kids -- losing a home 
                         is so much harder on them.  They 
                         just don't understand why we all 
                         can't live together right now... I'm 
                         worried they'll think we don't love 
                         them.

                                     ELLISON
                              (puts arm around Ethel)
                         Then we better get started.  Gotta 
                         get this house built before they all 
                         grow up and want to move out anyway...
                              (smiling)
                         And at least they can stay with  
                         family.  They'll be well looked after 
                         till we're done.

                                     ETHEL
                              (kisses his cheek)
                         You always make me feel better.  I 
                         love you, handsome hero. 

               INT. A PAWN SHOP -- DAY

               THE DOOR opens, and Ellison Brown enters the small shop.  A 
               scrawny, rat-faced man behind the counter looks up, appraising 
               Ellison with no expression.

                                     RAT-FACED MAN
                         So?  Ya bring 'em?

               ELLISON reaches into his pocket and lays the contents on the 
               counter: two gold medals attached to blue and yellow ribbons.  
               The man picks up a medal, inspecting it closely.   

               RAT-FACED MAN'S P.O.V -- CLOSE to a medal in his unclean 
               hands: beautiful, gold-crafted with an eagle above two Greek 
               runners, diamond studded and the words "April 19 American 
               Marathon Boston A.A. First Prize" engraved.

                                     RAT-FACED MAN (CONT'D)
                         Okay.

               The man opens up his till, extracts some money, places it on 
               the counter and picks up the two medals.

                                     RAT-FACED MAN (CONT'D)
                         There ya are.  One fifty for both of 
                         'em.

               Ellison reaches for the medals back.

                                     ELLISON
                         Hold on.  You told me 200 bucks.

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                                                                       113.


                                     RAT-FACE
                         My buyer lowered his offer.

               Ellison hesitates... then lowers his hands to take the money 
               instead, stuffs it in his pocket, turns and shuffles out the 
               door.

               EXT. MAIN STREET -- A RHODE ISLAND TOWN -- DAY

               ELLISON and A RIVAL are running hard, side by side.  A few 
               onlookers lining the street are cheering as they go by.  The 
               other runner takes a quick glance over his shoulder.

                                     RIVAL RUNNER
                         No one close.  Looks like it's you 
                         or me gonna win this thing.

               AHEAD, the finish banner is 200 yards away.

                                     ELLISON
                         You go ahead.  I heard second prize 
                         is a nice wrist watch.

                                     RIVAL RUNNER
                         So?  You don't want the winner's 
                         trophy?

                                     ELLISON
                         Naw.  Got lotsa trophies.  They turn 
                         black after awhile.  I can get some 
                         money for the watch.  One time I won 
                         a refrigerator but had to sell it 
                         'cause I got no electricity.  You go 
                         ahead, this one is yours.

               The other runner nods, tips an invisible hat to Ellison, 
               then accelerates ahead toward the finish.  The thickening 
               crowd lining the course cheers and applauds the decisive 
               move to victory.

               EXT. BY A COUNTRY ROAD OUTSIDE CHARLESTOWN -- SUMMER DAY

               A small, uncompleted house -- looking patched together out 
               of used materials -- stands on cleared land.  A man is on 
               the roof, using an ax to nail down bark shingles.  Closer, 
               the man is Ellison Brown, cheerfully whistling a tune -- 
               "The Coffee Song" by Frank Sinatra.

               A HAWK flies overhead, its CRY causes Ellison to look up, 
               setting down his ax.  He watches the bird disappear over the 
               trees, then he continues to gaze toward the forest...

               ETHEL comes out the front door -- looks up toward her husband  
               gazing off into the summer heat.

                                     ETHEL
                         Are you done pounding?  Must be 
                         getting hot up there.

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                                                                       114.


                                     ELLISON
                         Done for now.  Time for a run.

                                     ETHEL
                         Not too hot to run?

                                     ELLISON
                              (moving to roof edge)
                         Never too hot.  You know me.

                                     ETHEL
                              (laughing)
                         I know you.  And I love you.

                                                                    CUT TO:

               EXT. A COUNTRY ROAD -- DAY

               ELLISON RUNNING.  CLOSE IN, as he tosses away his shirt...

               CLOSER.  Chin up, head leaning slightly to his left... his 
               exprsssion is dreamy... eyes squinting against bright sun...

               CLOSER... INTO THE SQUINTING EYES...  (IN A CREATIVE DREAMLIKE 
               STATE -- PERHAPS STIMULATED BY ENDORPHINS, A "RUNNER'S HIGH" -- 
               ELLISON'S MIND BEGINS A SORT OF VIRTUAL "MOVIE")...

                                                               DISSOLVE TO:

               EXT. FINISH-LINE AREA OF BOSTON MARATHON -- DAY

               TIPPY has his arm draped over the shoulders of Ellison.

                                     TIPPY
                         Now, time tuh get some rest -- yuh 
                         deserve it.  And keep eatin' lots of 
                         eggs -- we gotta keep yer strength 
                         up.  Never know what the future holds, 
                         yu'know...  
                              (snorts)
                         Besides, when yuh do retire from 
                         marathon runnin', I got a plan for 
                         how yuh can make some real money.  
                         Maybe help get yerself that truck.

                                     ELLISON
                              (turns, all ears)
                         Huh?

                                     TIPPY
                         Yuh heard of some guy over in 
                         Connecticut named BOBBY CALLAHAN?

                                     ELLISON
                         You mean THE BEARCAT?  Yeah, of 
                         course, who hasn't?  But nobody calls 
                         him "Bobby"... not to his face.

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                                                                       115.


                                     TIPPY
                         Think yuh could beat him?

                                     ELLISON
                         In a footrace, of course.  In a fight -- 
                         are you crazy?  He's a monster -- 
                         probably outweighs me by 100 pounds.

                                     TIPPY
                         Well I hear he's takin' challengers.  
                         Yuh last six rounds with The Bearcat, 
                         yuh make 150, maybe 200 bucks.  
                         There's serious money in the fight 
                         game, yu'know.

               Tippy's hand reaches to massage Ellison's neck.

                                     TIPPY (CONT'D)
                         I used to train boxers, yu'know.  
                         Ain't that different.  Yuh need good 
                         wind, instincts and skill...  Yuh 
                         got the first two already.

                                     ELLISON
                         He's awful big... but I sure could 
                         use the money...

               CLOSE to Ellison's dreamy expression...

                                                               DISSOLVE TO:

               EXT. COUNTRY ROAD -- RUNNING ELLISON'S DREAMY EXPRESSION... 

                                                              DISSOLVE TO: 

               EXT. THE ROOF OF THE UNCOMPLETED BROWN CABIN -- DAY

               ELLISON GAZING (same dreamy expression) toward the forest, 
               as A HAWK disappears over the treeline. 

               ETHEL comes out the front door and looks up toward her 
               husband.

                                     ETHEL
                         Are you done pounding?  Must be 
                         getting hot up there.

                                     ELLISON
                         Done for now.  Time for a run.

                                     ETHEL
                         Not too hot to run?

                                     ELLISON
                              (moving to roof edge)
                         Never too hot.  You know me.

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                                                                       116.


                                     ETHEL
                         I know you.  And I know you don't 
                         like running in the heat.  You're 
                         training.  And I know what for -- 
                         Ellison Myers Brown.  You're actually 
                         going to fight that bear man in New 
                         London.  You'll get yourself killed.

                                     ELLISON
                         It's The Bear-cat.  And the fight's 
                         actually gonna be in Pawcatuck.  
                         Tippy's got it all worked out.

                                     ETHEL
                              (shaking her head)
                         I bet he has.

                                     ELLISON
                              (grinning)
                         Save your betting for the fight.  
                         Don't worry, it'll turn out okay.  
                         We got a good plan.

                                                               DISSOLVE TO:

               EXT. COUNTRY ROAD -- RUNNING ELLISON'S DREAMY EXPRESSION...

                                                              DISSOLVE TO: 

               EXT. BESIDE THE UNCOMPLETED BROWN HOUSE - EVENING

               Ellison sits with Horatio and Atmore Stanton -- on log stools 
               around a fire pit.  They are drinking beer (Atmore soda pop) 
               and laughing as they share stories.

                                     ELLISON
                         Best one was when my neighbor, Ed, 
                         challenged me to a potato-digging 
                         contest.  We cleared the whole field 
                         before I beat him.
                              (laughs)
                         He got so mad for losing, he bet me 
                         he could split firewood faster than 
                         me.

               Horatio Stanton, now past 50, holds his thick belly as he 
               laughs.

                                     HORATIO
                         Big mistake that.

                                     ELLISON
                         Yeah.  He put up a couple face cords 
                         before I beat him.  Best part was... 
                         it was my wood we were splittin'.  I 
                         was all set for the winter.

               All three laugh hard at that.  Then a pause.

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                                                                       117.


                                     HORATIO
                         Now Ellison...  
                              (lighting big cigar)
                         I was talkin' to Tippy about that  
                         fella, The Bearcat, you're gonna 
                         fight next week.  Tip says we gotta 
                         help find out his weakness so you 
                         stand a chance of lasting six rounds.

                                     ELLISON
                         Weakness?  Tippy never said nothing 
                         like that to me.  Said I just have 
                         to move around real quick, stay out 
                         of reach for a few rounds, wear the 
                         big guy out.  Get my shots in too.

                                     ATMORE
                         Maybe that's his weakness -- lack of 
                         wind.  Or maybe he's just slow footed.

                                     HORATIO
                         No, I think Tip means more like how 
                         Goliath had a weak forehead against 
                         that kid with the slingshot... 
                         Everyone's got a weak spot.

                                     ATMORE
                         Like that Greek guy -- weak heel. 

               Ellison reaches for an empty soda bottle.

                                     ELLISON
                         Like this soda-pop bottle.

               In a second, Ellison has bitten the neck off the bottle -- 
               spits it into the fire pit.  He holds up two fingers close 
               together...

                                     ELLISON (CONT'D)
                         The glass is thin with soda bottles... 
                         and there's a weak spot right at the 
                         base of the neck.

                                     HORATIO
                         That can't be good for yuh. 

                                     ATMORE
                         Maybe a good shot to the base of The 
                         Bearcat's neck.  Right below the 
                         Adam's apple.  Smack -- down he goes.

               Atmore makes a hard air punch toward Horatio -- who springs 
               to his feet and assumes something awkwardly between a 
               wrestling and martial-arts stance.

                                     HORATIO
                         C'mon tough guy.  I already know your 
                         weak spot -- your whole body.

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                                                                       118.


               More laughter -- fades with the scene.

                                                               DISSOLVE TO:

               EXT. COUNTRY ROAD -- RUNNING ELLISON'S DREAMY EXPRESSION... 

                                                              DISSOLVE TO: 

               INT. A TENT ENCOMPASSING A PRIMITIVE BOXING RING -- 
               PAWCATUK, RHODE ISLAND -- EVENING

               ELLISON (prizefighter edition) is in one dirt-floor corner 
               of the ring getting last-minute intruction from Tippy.  In 
               the opposite corner, THE BEARCAT, large, hairy and menacing, 
               sits on a stool, glaring toward his opponent.  The ring is 
               surrounded by makeshift bleachers holding 150 or more NOISY 
               FIGHT FANS.

                                     RINGSIDE ANNOUNCER (INTO MICROPHONE)
                         GOOD EVENING fight fans and welcome 
                         to Pawcatuk.  And now, what you have 
                         been waiting for, our MAIN EVENT of 
                         the evening, a challenge featuring 
                         two worthy adversaries...

               HORATIO AND ATMORE are ringside, Ellison's corner.

                                     ATMORE
                         What a monster.  He looks twice as 
                         big as El.

                                     HORATIO
                         Bigger they are, harder they fall.  
                         Just like Goliath and slingshot kid.

                                     RINGSIDE ANNOUNCER (O.S.)
                         In one corner, wearing the red shorts, 
                         we have the challenger, a 50-to-one 
                         underdog, from Charlestown, Rhode 
                         Island, weighing in at 149 1/2 pounds -- 
                         TARZAN "THE JUNGLE MAN" BROWN!

               LOUD CHEERS AND SOME DRUM POUNDING

                                     RINGSIDE ANNOUNCER (CONT'D)
                         And in the other corner, wearing 
                         black, we have the UNDEFEATED CHAMPION 
                         from New London, Connecticut, weighing 
                         in at... an even 260 pounds... MR 
                         ROBERT "THE BEARCAT" CALLAHAN!

               THUNDEROUS CHEERING FROM THE WORKED-UP CROWD

               RINGSIDE 

                                     SCREAMING FAN
                         KILL THE RED-SKIN -- YAAAAAAAA... 

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                                                                       119.


                                     ATMORE
                              (above the noise)
                         Even the ring announcer's afraid to 
                         call him "Bobby".

                                     RINGSIDE ANNOUNCER (O.S.)
                         Ladies and gentlemen, the fight will 
                         be for six rounds or until a knockout 
                         or stoppage at the decision of the 
                         referee for tonights fight, JAKE 
                         MUNRO.  Okay here we go, let's make 
                         it a clean fight, and may the best 
                         fighter win!

               IN ELLISON'S CORNER

                                     TIPPY
                         Okay Tarzan, remember everything I 
                         told yuh.  This guys a palooka, 
                         yu'know, just keep movin' and don't 
                         do nothin' stupid in the first round.

                                     ELLISON
                         Just me being here's not stupid?

                                     TIPPY
                         Don't worry Champ, we'll take this 
                         thing round by round.  We can do it.

               A RINGSIDE BELL IS HAMMERED -- CLANG!! CLANG!!

               Ellison and The Bearcat come out to the center of the ring 
               and touch gloves.  THE BEARCAT'S EYES are raging -- like a 
               Viking berserker warrior -- down on his opponent.

                                     THE BEARCAT
                         I hate Injuns.  I'm gonna kill you.

               THE BEARCAT's P.O.V. --  Ellison's eyes narrow.  

                                     ELLISON
                         Okay, let's go... Bobby. 

               THE BELL AGAIN

               ELLISON AND THE BEARCAT are shuffling around the ring, each 
               looking for an opening...

               THE CROWD is already expressing its restless nature.

               THE BEARCAT, impatient, lunges clumsily toward Ellison, 
               swinging wildly with haymakers, catching only air...

               ELLISON deftly counterpunches back, then bounces clear as 
               the big man tries an uppercut.

                                                                    CUT TO:

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                                                                       120.


               RINGSIDE -- HORATIO AND ATMORE

                                     HORATIO
                         At this rate, The Bearcat'll punch 
                         himself out in no time.

                                                                    CUT TO:

               IN THE RING -- LATER (ROUND FOUR)

               ELLISON'S P.O.V. -- A HUGE BOXING MITT EXPLODING into his 
               face -- BLOOD SPURTS from the impact.

               The Bearcat follows with a blow to the midsection, as Ellison 
               staggers... another shot to the head snaps it back... the 
               Indian is in big trouble...

               Ellison ducks the next punch as he tries to recover, bobbing 
               and weaving, but like in  s l o w   m o t i o n.

               ELLISON'S P.O.V. -- The out-of-focus Bearcat moving in, 
               looking for a knockout...  AS THE CROWD ROARS FOR THE KILL...

               THE BELL -- saves Ellison. 

                                                                   CUT TO: 

               ELLISON'S CORNER -- MOMENTS LATER

               ELLISON'S P.O.V. -- An out-of-focus Tippy.

                                     TIPPY
                         Okay Champ, yer doin' great.  Just 
                         two more rounds, he's gettin' tired.  
                         We can start lookin' for the knockout.

               ELLISON'S FACE -- nodding.  Bruised, puffy and bloody.  One 
               eye is nearly swollen closed.

               THE BELL

               RINGSIDE -- HORATIO AND ATMORE 

                                     HORATIO
                         I think it's time -- let's do it, 
                         Atmore.

               Atmore reaches into a sack.  Extracts THE SNAKE and flings 
               it into the center of the ring, between the two fighters.

               IN THE RING -- THE SNAKE'S P.O.V. as it hisses, its attention 
               aimed up at The Bearcat.

                                     THE BEARCAT
                              (high pitched)
                         EEK! -- A Snake.  I HATE Snakes!

               TO RINGSIDE

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                                     HORATIO
                         Our source was right -- his weakness.  
                         I think this is gonna work.

               IN THE RING -- BOXING GLOVES reach and scoop up the snake...

               ELLISON'S P.O.V. -- as he swiftly BITES the snake in half,  
               tossing the squirming pieces in front of his shocked 
               opponent... who backpeddles on the smooth clay surface.

               RINGSIDE

                                     HORATIO (CONT'D)
                         Like a gauntlet.  Okay, let's go, 
                         Now Tarzan's ready tuh rumble!

               IN THE RING -- "The Jungle Man" is now stalking his quarry.

               THE BEARCAT'S EYES -- unsure...  beginning to show fear.

               ELLISON JABS with his left then leaps to rocket his right 
               into the big man's forehead.

               CLOSE TO A GIANT FOOT -- stepping back...  onto slimy snake 
               guts -- quickly skidding straight back and up...  

               THE BEARCAT crashes face first -- down hard to the floor. 

               REFEREE JAKE MUNRO hesitates... looks to the ring announcer...

                                     RINGSIDE ANNOUNCER
                         Nothing in the rules about snakes.

               JAKE MUNRO COUNTS OUT THE BEARCAT... AS THE CROWD ROARS...

               ELLISON IS MOBBED BY HIS PEOPLE 

                                     TIPPY
                              (hugging Ellison)
                         YUH DID IT -- CHAMP.  Always knew 
                         yuh had the guts tuh be a boxer!

                                     ELLISON
                         Tippy... uh, me and my face kinda 
                         think maybe we stick to running.

                                                               DISSOLVE TO:

               EXT. A COUNTRY ROAD -- DAY

               ELLISON RUNNING -- a smile lighting his features -- as he 
               picks up his pace and begins to fade... into the distance...

                                                              DISSOLVE TO: 

               MONTAGE -- TO "THAT'S LIFE" BY FRANK SINATRA

               FOOTNOTES OF THE 50s AND 60s -- SUCH AS: 

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               New York Times headline: War In Korea Inevitable!

               Tape of Roger Bannister running the world's first sub-four-
               minute mile.

               Tape announcing Hoola-hoop Craze sweeping America. 

               New York Times headline: Russia Puts First Man In Space

               J.F.K. Assassination.

               New York Times: AMERICA FACES WAR AGAIN -- VIETNAM

               Martin Luther King Assassination.

               Tape of Black-gloved 1968 Olympic Protest OF U.S. Racism. 

               Tape of First Lunar Landing.

               Tape of "Flower Power" and anti-war protests.

                                                                  FADE OUT:

               FADE IN:

               INT. A HALL IN WESTERLY -- EVENING

               SUPER: NOVEMBER, 1974 

               PANNING the large room: seated at tables are over 400 people, 
               most Native Indian, young and old.  Seated at a long head 
               table are Ellison Brown, now looking a former athlete at 60 
               years, his wife Ethel and a large family including two sons, 
               two daughters, two sisters, and 13 grandchildren.  Elderly 
               Horatio -- with cigar -- is there; his son Atmore at a PODIUM, 
               addressing the assembly.  Everyone's dressed up.

                                     ATMORE
                         Now as you all know, tonight is to 
                         honor our hero, Ellison Tarzan Brown, 
                         and celebrate his recent induction 
                         into the American Indian Hall of 
                         Fame in Albuquerque...

               Applause interrupts.

                                     ATMORE (CONT'D)
                         ...AND I know you've already heard 
                         lots of funny stories -- some even a 
                         bit true -- but I've got just one 
                         more about one of his last 
                         victories... or maybe I should say 
                         "one of his most recent victories", 
                         'cause he ain't done... not yet...

               More applause and cheering.

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                                     ATMORE (CONT'D)
                         This one happened just a few years 
                         ago when Ellison was already past 50 
                         years old...  Sorry El, but I think 
                         everyone here knows you're over 60 
                         now, you old fossil!  Anyway...  
                         Ellison was just comin' in to Peace 
                         Dale from Charlestown Pond to sell 
                         some shellfish...

                                                               DISSOLVE TO:

               EXT. 1969 PEACE DALE MAIN STREET -- DAY

               ELLISON, wearing hip-wader boots, is carrying a basket as he 
               walks along the street...

                                     ATMORE (V.O.)
                         Now, standing right there on the 
                         street was this South Kingstown High 
                         School track star with his buddies...

               (THE VISUAL)

                                     ATMORE (V.O.) (CONT'D)
                         ...this guy had been braggin' that 
                         he was faster than Tarzan Brown was 
                         in his prime.  So now here they are, 
                         face to face... so to impress his 
                         buddies, the track star issues a 
                         challenge to Ellison: a race to 
                         downtown Wakefield and back.

                                                               CUT BACK TO:

               INT. WESTERLY HALL (1974) 

                                     ATMORE
                         Of course, we all know how Tarzan 
                         Brown reacts to a challenge...

               Applause and cheers.

                                     ATMORE (CONT'D)
                         ...so here's 50-something-year-old 
                         El, still wearin' his hip waders, 
                         racing off down the road against 
                         this young hot-shot whippersnapper...

                                                               DISSOLVE TO:

               EXT. PEACE-DALE FLASHBACK

               The young track star is out in front of Ellison, as they 
               head around the corner and out of town.

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                                     ATMORE (V.O.)
                         So the track star's buddies are 
                         waiting there expectin' him to come 
                         back in way out in front... when 
                         what they see is...

               ELLISON coming around the bend back into town, arms pumping -- 
               sprinting hard despite wearing hip waders...

                                     ATMORE (V.O.) (CONT'D)
                         Ellison has got the race wrapped up, 
                         so when he sees the jaw-droppin' 
                         expressions on the kids watching, 
                         what's he do?  Well... he turns around 
                         and finishes the race runnin' 
                         backwards -- all this wearin' hip 
                         waders.

               (VISUAL) 

                                                          DISSOLVE BACK TO:

               INT. WESTERLY HALL 

               LOUD APPLAUSE AND CHEERING.

                                     ATMORE
                         Friends and neighbors, I am thrilled 
                         to have the privilege of asking the 
                         newest member of the American Indian 
                         Hall of Fame to come up and say a 
                         few words... or LOTS of words, 
                         whatever he wants...  But first I'd 
                         like to say, Thanks El, for all you've 
                         accomplished for yourself and your 
                         people...  Everyone here loves you  -- 
                         hope you know that.  And for being 
                         my best friend for as long as I can 
                         remember...  Thank you!  Now Folks, 
                         I give you our own Mr Ellison Tarzan 
                         Brown, still and always, the Deerfoot 
                         of the Narragansett!

               MORE LOUD APPLAUSE, CHEERING AND TRIBAL DRUMS BEATING

               ELLISON BROWN Strides to the podium.

                                     ELLISON
                         Wow, thanks Atmore... 
                              (wiping his eyes)
                         You told that story so good it gets 
                         me all fired up and makes me want to 
                         go run against Johnny Kelley again 
                         in the Boston Marathon...  Almost.

               Laughter and applause.  Kelley and Les Pawson are beaming 
               from a back table.  Ellison's dark eyes search them out. 

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                                     ELLISON (CONT'D)
                         Thanks so much for coming, Johnny 
                         boy and Les.  It means a lot to me 
                         having you both here tonight.  I 
                         feel so good, my heart is singing -- 
                         no, not Sinatra...

               He pauses for effect and more laughter. 

                                     ELLISON (CONT'D)
                         It makes me feel very happy to see 
                         friends I haven't seen in years, an 
                         to share some memories of the good 
                         old days.  It's swell for you to get 
                         together and say so many nice things 
                         about me.  Too bad I got DQ'd outta 
                         the Olympics, or maybe I'd be real 
                         famous... like Johnny Kelley.

               CLOSE to KELLEY'S BLUE EYES, twinkling through tears. 

                                     ELLISON (CONT'D)
                         Anyway, I never saw myself as gettin' 
                         old, but I guess you can't stay young 
                         forever... though I sure as hell 
                         tried...  And I know back after I 
                         stopped winnin' races, lots of people 
                         seemed to think I should've done 
                         better in life than I did... maybe I 
                         would have if I'd got me that truck 
                         I always wanted...
                              (pauses, dabs an eye)
                         But all this makes me think maybe 
                         there's some things I haven't got 
                         around to sayin' more than doin'...  
                         Things that should be said to lots 
                         of you... but all I really want to 
                         say for now is... thanks to all of 
                         you for being part of my life -- and 
                         making it so much fun...

               APPLAUSE AND CHEERING.  Ellison holds up his hands.

                                     ELLISON (CONT'D)
                         BUT...  MOST of all, I want to thank 
                         my wife.  Ethel, you were beside me 
                         from the beginning... and through 
                         some tough times -- you were always 
                         there.  I know I never said it 
                         enough...  But -- I love You!  As 
                         much as a man can love anything in 
                         this life.  I'm such a lucky man to 
                         have a whole lifetime of your love.

               APPLAUSE, CHEERING AND DRUM BEATING as ETHEL BEAMS through 
               tears of pride and joy.

                                                              DISSOLVE TO: 

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               EXT. THE WRECK BAR -- WESTERLY -- NIGHT

               SUPER: AUGUST 23, 1975.

               INT. WRECK BAR

               ELLISON BROWN is seated at the bar, a few beer bottles on 
               the counter in front, each side of him are empty stools.  
               The tavern is busy -- mostly with American Indian patrons, 
               but two young white men are playing pool against two young 
               Natives.  A jukebox is playing "Rhinestone Cowboy" by Glen 
               Campbell (again -- it was a popular song that summer).

               Out of nowhere, a middle-aged Native man takes a seat beside 
               Ellison, who looks over.

                                     ELLISON
                         Hey WILLIE, where'd you come from?

                                     WILLIE
                         Nowhere.  Warm night out there.  
                         Just in to wet my whistle.  You by 
                         yourself?

                                     ELLISON
                         Yeah.  Just waitin' for a ride home.  
                         Relaxin' for a bit...  Thinkin'.

                                     WILLIE
                         Hmmmm.

               VOICES at the pool table are getting louder, more noticeable 
               as the Rhinestone Cowboy rides into the sunset...  

               A SHOW.  

               Ellison and Willie turn to view the developing altercation.

                                     INDIAN POOL PLAYER
                         You scratched.

                                     LONG-HAIRED WHITE POOL PLAYER
                         I didn't fucken scratch!

                                     INDIAN POOL PLAYER
                         You scratched.

                                     LONG-HAIRED WHITE POOL PLAYER
                              (heatedly)
                         Heard you the first time!  Fuck off -- 
                         I didn't Fucken Scratch.  Learn The 
                         Fucken Rules!

               Willie turns to Ellison.

                                     WILLIE
                         You think they'll fight?

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                                     ELLISON
                         Doubt it, unless the hippy's stupid.  
                         This place is full of Indians.

                                     WILLIE
                         Hmmm.  Don't have to be stupid, just 
                         drunk.

                                     ELLISON
                         I know all about that.

                                     WILLIE
                              (smile)
                         Yeah...  You used to grow ten feet 
                         tall after you had a few.

                                     ELLISON
                         Still do.

               Willie chuckles with Ellison. 

               The long-haired pool player tosses his cue down and strides 
               over to join his buddy at a table close to Ellison and Willie.  
               Glancing over, Long-hair makes eye contact with Ellison.

                                     LONG-HAIRED FORMER POOL PLAYER
                         What the fuck you lookin' at, 
                         Geronimo?

               Ellison says nothing, but his eyes narrow as he stares, stone- 
               faced, back at the long-haired man.  After a few seconds, 
               the young man's eyes look away, he shakes his head and engages 
               his buddy in conversation, extra-loud "F" words still his 
               favorite modifiers.  Just then the jukebox starts up -- this 
               time it's "Please Mr. Please" by Olivia Newton-John.

                                     WILLIE
                         Those guys are in for trouble if 
                         they stick around here.

                                     ELLISON
                         Can't stick around much longer.  
                         Place is closing up soon.

                                     WILLIE
                         I mean if they're smart, they'll 
                         high tail it outta here quick.

                                     ELLISON
                         Hey, you driving -- can I get a ride?

                                     WILLIE
                              (shakes head)
                         No, but I'm sure if you hang around 
                         out front, you won't have any trouble.  
                         Somebody'll give you a lift.

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               EXT. WRECK BAR -- A LITTLE LATER

               A MOB of people loiter outside the front of the pub, spilling 
               into a lane to a side parking lot.  Lighting is poor under a 
               single street light.

               INT. A WHITE CHEVY VAN PARKED IN THE LOT -- THAT MOMENT

               A LONG-HAIRED MAN inside slams the driver-side door.  

               EXT. WRECK BAR -- A MOMENT LATER

               THE VAN creeps forward up the lane, is about to turn onto 
               the street, honks its horn once to disperse the crowd...

               But instead...  THE MOB is surrounding... closing on the van

               Loud Banging on the side of the vehicle 

               The van creeps ahead into the crowd...

               LOUDER BANGING 

               The van's motor Guns -- 

               The vehicle suddenly plows forward through the mob

               Yelling and Swearing -- Panic!

               The van zooms away, headlights penetrating the darkness. 

               A man is down on the side of the street.  People are kneeling 
               beside him...  Quiet.  

               Then...  

                                     SOMEONE
                         Hey, it's bad!  Somebody --
                         CALL AN AMBULANCE! 

                                                                  FADE OUT:

               SUPER. ON BLACK:

                                   IN RESPECTFUL MEMORY 

               ELLISON MYERS "TARZAN" BROWN  -- DEERFOOT OF THE NARRAGANSETT

                  BORN SEPTEMBER 22, 1914 -- PASSED AWAY AUGUST 23, 1975

               An Olympian and two-time Champion of the B.A.A. Boston 
               Marathon, Ellison twice raced and won two full marathons 
               within 24 hours -- an unprecedented athletic feat.

               Ellison was survived by Ethel, two sons, two daughters, and 
               13 grandchildren.

                                          (MORE) 

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               Friend and rival, Johnny A. Kelley, completed the Boston 
               Marathon a record 58 times.  He won twice and finished second 
               an amazing seven times.  Kelley lived to be 97, passing away 
               in October 2004. 

               In 1975, the year of Ellison's passing, the Narragansett 
               Indian Tribe filed a land claim suit against the State of 
               Rhode Island and several landowners for the return of 
               approximately 3200 acres of undeveloped reservation land.  

               The suit was settled out of court in 1978, with about 1800 
               acres of land passing to the Narragansett people.  

               In 1983, the Narragansetts received official reinstatement 
               as a federally recognized and acknowleged Indian Tribe.

               Traditional Narragansett culture, passed down from generation 
               to generation, is today as strong as ever among over 2400 
               tribal members.  

               And in today's world, Narragansett men and women have careers 
               in every profession; they are doctors, lawyers, teachers, 
               cooks, commercial fishermen, artists, and stonemasons.

                  In them lives on the pride and spirit of Tarzan Brown.