STUDIO 60 ON ROOSEVELT AVENUE
WRITTEN COMPLETELY BY AARON SORKIN TOTALLY ALONE AND UNDER GREAT DURESS
RELIVE THE EXCITING INAUGURAL SEASON!
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LOGLINE: Once the nation’s best and most respected baseball GM, Sandy Alderson has been reduced to trying to revive a moribund franchise in the depths of deepest, darkest Queens. Along with his sharp-witted and adoring protégés, he fights off the seemingly endless series of controversies and crises that beset him while trying to run a sports team in the country’s most bustling metropolis, and still look fantastic while doing it. Can the pressures of such an important job crush this singularly talented and gifted individual genius?
The office. PAUL DEPODESTA and J.P. RICCIARDI are standing near a Xerox machine as it whirs away, crumpling up pieces of copy paper and shooting them, basketball style, into a large, overflowing recycling bin.
If you could be any tyrant in history, who would you be?
Autocratic giant ruling his land with an iron fist.
Why would I want to be that?
Imagine you had no choice. Which one would you pick that would be the least distasteful to you?
I guess…Louis XIV. Seems like you’d be pretty far removed from most of the horror, and you could wear powdered wigs. How about you?
What?! Abraham Lincoln wasn’t a tyrant!
The South thought he was. That’s why Booth yelled “sic semper tyrannus!” just before he shot him.
That’s a loophole. I didn’t know I could pick Lincoln.
Shoulda come with me on that trip to Gettysburg.
MACKENZIE CARLIN walks in, looking annoyed.
What are you two doing? You’re supposed to be copying all the 40-man-roster salary info for today’s meeting.
We are. And while we do, we are having a very important discussion abut tyranny, while also playing recycling bin basketball.
And I’m winning, mostly because I didn’t call Abe Lincoln a tyrant.
[grabbing the overflowing recycling bin] Is somebody gonna clean this thing out?
Yes, I assume somebody will. Could you put it down? I’m trying to line up a three pointer.
[rooting through the trash] What is this?
It’s you looking through garbage, for some reason.
CARLIN pulls out something from the trash. It looks like a card. She shows it to RICCIARDI and DEPODESTA, who immediately look intrigued.
Cut to DAVID EINHORN’s office. He’s sitting on the edge of his desk with a large square of grass-covered sod in each hand, weighing them carefully. He hears a knock at his door.
Come in, but this better be important. I’m trying to choose grass for my dog’s new putting green.
CARLIN, RICCIARDI, and DEPODESTA enter.
I thought you’d want to see this.
CARLIN hands EINHORN the card. He too is immediately intrigued.