The Shoots

 

INT. JERRY’S APARTMENT – DAY

JERRY is on the couch, casually flipping through channels. ELAINE sits at the table eating cereal straight from the box.

The door BURSTS open. STEVE storms in, wearing a Mets cap, disheveled, pacing like a man who hasn’t slept in days.

STEVE: Ten games. TEN. Do you know how hard it is to lose ten games in a row?

JERRY: Apparently… not that hard.

STEVE: You need pitching collapses, bullpen disasters, bad chemistry, injuries… it’s a symphony of failure.

ELAINE: Maybe the Mets are just bad.

STEVE: Even bad teams win by accident! You trip into a win! A bloop hit, somebody forgets how to catch…something!

ELAINE: you left out getting rid of all the players the fans liked.

JERRY: Are you saying the Mets are too good… to be this bad?

STEVE: Exactly!

KRAMER slides in.

KRAMER: Oh, it’s historic, Jerry. HISTORIC.

JERRY:  Yeah nice game by Brunson!

KRAMER:  No, not the Knicks. The Mets. The losing streak.

JERRY: You’re excited about the losing streak?

KRAMER: This is legacy stuff! You don’t get ten in a row every day. People remember streaks!

ELAINE: Yeah, winning streaks.

KRAMER: No, no—losing streaks too! Infamy! This is how you get documentaries.

STEVE (pointing): I don’t want a documentary!

KRAMER: Oh, you’re getting one. Dark music… slow zoom on your face…  Steve Gelbs asking “How did it all go so wrong?”

STEVE collapses onto the couch.

STEVE: All I wanted… was respect.

JERRY: You could’ve signed Yamamoto.

ELAINE: Or Ohtani.

NEWMAN (entering, already eating something): Or kept Nimmo.

KRAMER: Or re-signed Alonso.

STEVE (exploding): OH, I KNOW THE NAMES!

Beat.

ELAINE: So what’s the plan?

STEVE: The plan is… you build something sustainable.

JERRY: Sustainable losing?  You’ve nailed that.

STEVE: No! Sustainable winning!

NEWMAN: You know what this is? This is karma.

ELAINE: What was that thing about the green shoots? I didn’t get that

STEVE: You know… shoots.

ELAINE: Shoots?

STEVE: Yeah. Green shoots. That’s what I’m seeing.

ELAINE: You’ve lost ten in a row.

STEVE: But I’m seeing progress! A hit here… a walk there…

KRAMER: And then BOOM—Cubs three-run homer.

Kramer mimes a bat swing.

KRAMER: Opponent rounds the bases, and the crowd goes nuts.

NEWMAN: These aren’t green shoots… these are weeds.

STEVE: They are NOT weeds!

ELAINE: You’re getting outscored by a lot.

STEVE (doubling down): Look, baseball is about patience.

KRAMER: So is gardening… but eventually you gotta admit the plant’s dead.

JERRY: It’s decomposing.

STEVE (frustrated): You people don’t see what I see!

ELAINE: What do you see?

STEVE (gesturing wildly): A hit here! A walk there!

Beat.

JERRY: And then?

KRAMER: CRACK!

Kramer points like a ball flying out of the park.

KRAMER: Three-run homer.  Cubs win.

STEVE sinks into the couch.

STEVE: I had such hope for the shoots…

KRAMER (patting him): You gotta stop talking about the shoots.

ELAINE: No more shoots.

JERRY: Nobody believes in the shoots.

KRAMER: Yeah, you’re pushing too hard. Baseball likes a slow seduction.

NEWMAN (nodding): A courtship.

STEVE: I’m not courting baseball!

JERRY: Well, right now baseball has a restraining order.

Beat.

STEVE buries his face in his hands.

STEVE: Ten games…

KRAMER (suddenly inspired): You lean into it.

STEVE: Lean into it?

KRAMER: Oh yeah! Promotions! “Come see history!” Free hats if they lose eleven!

ELAINE: People love a spectacle.

JERRY: It’s like a car crash—you can’t look away.

STEVE (thinking): Free hats…

NEWMAN: I’d go for a hat.

STEVE: Eleven losses… free hats…

NEWMAN: and no fees.

STEVE (thinking):  no fees…

He slowly looks up, intrigued despite himself.

STEVE: You think people would come?

JERRY: Oh, they’d pack the place.

ELAINE: Nobody wants to miss rock bottom.

KRAMER: And if you win—

JERRY: I wouldn’t worry too much about that.

STEVE stands, energized.

STEVE: I gotta call marketing.

He rushes out.

Silence.

ELAINE: He’s gonna turn a losing streak into a giveaway.

JERRY: That’s when you know it’s bad… when failure has a sponsor.

NEWMAN: I still want the hat.

KRAMER: Oh, I’m getting two.

JERRY (shrugs): I’ll wait for them to lose twelve.

FADE OUT.

The Mets Police
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