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Shots cut to me in the dressing room before a fight. I am hitting the mitts. The guy holding the mitts is speaking:

“Holy s***! If you hit Mayweather with that we have a new champ.”

Someone pushes me from the side in the dream. I’m woken up.

“Hey, come on. You’re father just called and said to get you out of bed.”
“You just woke me from a pretty significant dream.”
“Come on! Your father is going to kill you! I already let you sleep late. Come on, Anthony. I shouldn’t even have let you sleep this late.”
“I couldn’t even sleep last night. Thinking about going to this place. I don’t even know who it is.”

Shots cut to George eating breakfast at a diner. The waitress is filling his coffee.

“So how is the boxing program? Any new rising stars?”
“I hope so. I’ll tell ya. The boxing program is hanging on by the skin of its teeth.”
“How’s XXXXXXX XXX XXXX XXXXXX doing?”
“Hartford’s finest. At least that’s one kid I don’t have to worry about. Actually, take that back, too.”
“What ever happened to that kid who used to fight on public access all the time?”
“That reminds me. I have to call his father. He disappears from the gym all these years. Now he wants to fight. He came in the gym the other day. Walks in, no warm up, nothing, and just pounds the bag for rounds. Hits like he’s heavier than he is. The kid has got a cindering desire to be champion. I’ll tell you; there’s too much we’re going up against down there.”

Shots cut back to me about to take a shower.

“You better call Laurie, too, and tell her what you and her brother are up to.”
“Oh, I forgot to tell her. But he’s starting the class today, anyway, so she’ll find out. She said she’s gonna’ be busy all afternoon setting up her picnic with Tracy.”
“And someone told your father that you were talking about religion with some kids in the park.”
“We weren’t talking about religion. We’re bringing religion back to its roots in understanding in this country. To Pantheism. Relingo. To a religion that reaches out to every faith. But where everyone checks faith at the door. It’s the most American religion there ever was. But don’t worry! That’s what the permission forms were for. I already had a secret meeting with their parents in the woods.”
“Oh, my god. You’d better just take a shower and hurry up. Wait until I tell your father you’re making a religion in the park.”

Shots cut to jogger.

Shots cut to Laurie in bed, asleep. She is dreaming. In her dream she is swimming in the ocean. Then she is standing in a field. Spinning in circles like she is in an enchanted state of euphoria with nature.

Shots cut to Tracy in bed. She is walking down the middle of the street. And everyone is standing on the curbs and the sidewalks banging things together. Tracy, is woken from her dream by the phone.

“No! How I’m gonna’ do that!? Get a bail bondsman!”
“My bond costs ten thousand. I can’t even afford the bondsman on that.”
“What am I gonna’ do, mom?”
“Time!”

She hangs up the phone. The kid puts his hand on his head. He’s sitting there next to the phone. The guy comes and takes the phone out of the prison cell. A cop yells into the cell block. There is a guy sitting at a desk in front of the prisoners.

“Jack, some guy escaped from the prison. Feds are conducting the investigation here. Ellbrook, wants to brief you.”
“Ok, we’re gonna’ finish this conversation,” the guard says to the prisoner.
Shots of the guy he was talking to. A guy in another cell starts making monkey sounds. A woman in another cell starts making some kind of jungle sound. Like, Woop, woop, woop, etc.. The guy the cop was just talking to starts making monkey sounds. The cop gets frustrated.
“What I was just talking about!”
Shots of the prisoners making it sound like a wild jungle. The cop walks around the corner, and XXXX XXX has his hands handcuffed behind his back. Being escorted to the interrogation spot. One of the federal agents says to the cop “what the hell you have going on in there?”


Shots cut back to the park. Another life guard arrives. One is putting on makeup in her car. And her best friend pulls into the spot next to her.

Shots cut to Lauri’s house. She is dreaming. She is broken from her dream by her daughter.

“Mom, wake up.”
“What? What? What did I tell you about waking me up when I’m sleeping!?”
“Mom, people keep dropping off envelops for you.”
“What!?”
“People keep dropping off envelops for you and running away. I’m opening one.”

Shots cut to the golf course. Two guys walk out of the pro shop. One guy is setting up something in the bushes in front of the entrance to the clubhouse. The two guys who left the pro shop are talking. Walking to where the guy is messing with the thing in the bushes.

“No, so we can’t loose. My wife is going to kill me this time if we loose.”
“Lynx, why do you bet then? I don’t even know if I could do it.”
“No, you’re playing. I just can’t afford to loose.”
“So let’s not play for so much money.”
“If I don’t get the money by Friday afternoon they foreclose on my home. It’s the way the law goes. I’m already late from before, Stan. And she doesn’t even know about last week. If we don’t win today she’s taking the kids to Florida to live with her parents.”
“Ok then. But as long as there’s no pressure.”
“No pressure. Now what the hell you up to now Jakes?”
“Revenge.”

Shots cut to a woman bringing a newspaper in from outside. She waves to a jogger. There are people on different houses on the street, waiting, in the street waiting to jog with the other guy. There is an announcement on the radio about a big thirty mile marathon that’s coming up. A mother turns off the radio in the kitchen, and walks into the shot. She yells up to her son in another part of the house. Scenes from golf courses are mixed in. The guy mentions about how his son wanted to skip summer school to have a bottle rocket war.

“Ronald, please hurry up honey.”
“They won’t let me go man!”
“Ronald, hurry up. And don’t even mention bottle rockets in front of mom. She’s under stress because dad is gambling again.”
“I’m coming! Now close my door and I’ll be there in a second.”
“Whatever. Mom! Ronald, is talking about the bottle rocket war on the phone, mom.”
“Look, I know I can’t miss it. And I don’t care about what I have to do. Everything will go down as scheduled. I’m going to jump out of the car when it stops near the park. Because she is driving us to summer school, now.”
“Who’s us,” responds the kid on the other end of the phone conversation.
“My sister.”
“Your sister? She doesn’t go to summer school.”
“She works there.”
“Ronald! What did we tell you about the bottle rocket war?! Now would you please come down here and eat something, dear?”
“Dude, I have to go. But I’ll be there. Count on it. There’s no way this plan won’t work. I’ll just suffer what consequences after. And I’ll call you at the appropriate time from the appropriate location.”
“Peace.”

Shots cut to some kids outside a car in a parking lot, singing the following song. One girl is holding the phone up so her friend could hear the song. The song already started:

“Oh! I have to call my friend. That’s our jam!”
“Calling Boston.”
“That’s it!”
“I need a thousand from my transport fund.”
“For what?”

He points to some kids in the parking lot. The girls start singing the song together.


Calling Boston

Here comes the day, and the morning ends.
Educate the masses.
And call your friends.
On the way to freedom.
Freedom, friends.
Deep in the heart of old Boston. Yeah.
Deep in the heart of old Boston.

Solve those riddles.
Rolling the stone.
Head back to ancient.
Send to Boston the song.
And represent the ancient.
For we, each, fall to bones.
Deep in the heart of old Boston sing songs.

The rooster follows, and the time weary men.
They took the journey, oh, so many, the hen.
The cannon burdened!
But they reverse the curse.
The Celtics, Celtic!
And the Bruins come first.

In Boston!
In Boston!
In the old ancient home!
Oh, the one we share with others.
‘Till we, each, fall to bone.

Home on the highway.
But the highway got bends.
It goes to Boston.
Call to Boston for friends.
Go freedom!
And the flame never ends!

Boston!
Boston!
Sing this song again.

Heart full fools!
And the jolly old dreams.
Heart full fools!
And the solemn old queens.

Student, rooster, and the old ancient hen.
The fire burning!
Sing to Boston again.

Go, dig your peace!
And dawdle through dreams.
Call on the fire.
And to Boston, this means.
Claim the miles!
And you will be the boss then.
Deep in the heart of old Boston.

Wow.


Shots cut to the hockey players singing the song. Shots cut to the boat floating by itself. Shots cut back to the guys singing to the song.