By Josh Ruben & Thomas Middleditch
EXT. ARCHERY RANGE An arrow completely misses a stationary target. A KID IN GLASSES is struggling with his bow and arrow as MITCH stands behind him, instructing. MITCH That's ok, that's ok. Don't get frustrated. Remember, draw back nice and easy and then release. You hold on too long and it'll get wobbly. The Glasses Kid nods. The bow is nearly his size. PERCIVAL (O.S.) I hope you're not thinking of entering the competition with shooting like that. We turn to reveal PERCIVAL. Upper crust, an asshole, think Malfoy from Harry Potter, holding a deluxe compound bow. PERCIVAL (CONT'D) (slowly moving to them) Those skills won't get you far this year. It may have slid in 2k12, but the game has changed. (to Mitch) You still have open entry? MITCH Anyone can sign up, yes. PERCIVAL Faggot. The Mitch is genuinely hurt. This kid cuts deep. PERCIVAL (CONT'D) (back to Glasses Kid) If you sign up you're gonna wish you never had been born. And after that? I'm going to eat your mom out right in front of you. Glasses Kid wobbles. But then he gains his composure. GLASSES KID You can say all that to me, I don't care. Duncan will show you where to stick that fancy bow of yours. PERCIVAL (thrown) Duncan's back this year? I thought his parents took him to space camp. GLASSES KID They did. But he was so awesome he graduated early. PERCIVAL I'm not scared of Duncan. He may have won every year since 2k10, but this is 2k13, and I'm the king now. MITCH Why do you keep saying the years like that? Like lightening, Percival slaps Mitch across the face HARD. Then he grabs the glasses off the Glasses Kid, throws them on the ground, then crushes them with his foot. PERCIVAL I own this camp! CUT TO: EXT. ARCHERY RANGE - LATER A crowd has gathered. A motley crew of ARCHERS are lined up opposite the targets. Percival is flanked by TWO EVIL KIDS. As we pan across the crowd we hear whispers of "Duncan...Duncan is so awesome...etc." and also "look at Percival...he's pissed...this is gonna be good...etc." KID (standing up) There he is! A GIRLS faints. DUNCAN "rolls" up. Duncan is a heavily paralyzed kid in a motorized wheelchair. This is never talked about. To everyone he is a god. People are literally fighting back tears of joy. He rolls up right next to Glasses Kid, who has no glasses and is squinting like mad. DUNCAN (computerized voice) Did you miss me? GLASSES KID Good to see ya, Duncan. How was Space Camp? DUNCAN Let's just say I really...blasted off the competition. The entire crowd laughs. PERCIVAL Glad you could make it, Dun-can't. I hope you've been practicing. I sure have. 2k13 is my year. DUNCAN Somebody bow me. Someone sets a bow and arrow down on his lap. DUNCAN (CONT'D) Kick the tires and light the fires. CUE MUSIC. Something like "You're The Best!" from Karate Kid. MONTAGE OF ARCHERY TOURNAMENT. * All the archers lining up. The Mitch has his hand up, then he shoots it down and everyone shoots. A lot of misses. Duncan and Percival are good. * A RANDOM ARCHER shoots and the arrow hardly makes it from the bow. Mitch leans in and ejects him. These kids are kids, and they suck. * Percival lines up a shot. Just before he let's fly, he turns to Duncan. PERCIVAL Oh Duncan... Still looking at Duncan, he let's it go. Just outside the bullseye. An incredible shot. The crowd reacts, impressed. Not to be outdone, Duncan swivels his chair so it faces opposite the targets. INSERT OF PERCIVAL'S TARGET: Duncan's arrow hits the bullseye, right next to Percival's arrow. Duncan's face is trying to grin but it's coming out weird. END OF MONTAGE. SONG FADES... EXT. ARCHERY RANGE - LATER Just three left. Glasses Kid lines up a shot. He can't see, he's sweating. Percival leans in and blows in his ear. It messes with him and he twitches on his aim. The arrow flies right into the crowd and skewers a kid in the chest. KID 2 Are you ok? KID 1 I'm fine, I'm fine. I have to see how this ends. MITCH (to Glasses Kid) Sorry, son. You're outta here. Please hand over your bow and arrow. He does. The Mitch breaks them over his knee. GLASSES KID You know we have to buy our own equipment. MITCH (ignoring him, he addresses the crowd) Ok guys, we are down to the final two. This is for all the marbles. Quiet on the field, respect the comp. Archers will fire at the same time, closest one to a bullseye wins. Duncan and Percival line up. It's tense. MITCH (CONT'D) Archers, present... Percival draws his bow. Duncan is motionless. Percival gives a glance to one of his CRONIES who nods in return. MITCH (CONT'D) Fire! Percival let's 'er rip. But a hand reaches in on Duncan's frame and presses the little joystick to his wheelchair forward and it fucks up his shot. The arrow goes flying upward. The CROWD GASPS. Percival's arrow hits the bullseye. DUNCAN Another arrow. Now. Glasses Kid places another arrow on his lap. He shoots it up into the air, and just like in the Robin Hood cartoon, he hits his soaring arrow with the new one and it flies back down. It hits the target with such force that the whole thing explodes! The crowd is stunned. The Mitch walks over to the target and rummages around in the debris. He finds Duncan's arrow, with it pierced right through the fabric of the bullseye. He holds it up. MITCH That's a bullseye. Duncan wins the tournament. Everyone cheers. Percival hangs his head as the crowd bumps past him towards Duncan. They hoist him up out of his wheelchair and carry him off. MITCH (CONT'D) Hey, let's dunk Duncan! CROWD Yay...awesome...victory dunk...dunk Duncan... Duncan looks worried as the crowd takes him to the pool. CROWD (CONT'D) 1...2...3! They toss him into the pool and all walk away, celebrating. We stay on Duncan, face up, floating in the pool. He's inches away from the pool steps but he's paralyzed so he just floats there, helpless.