And the Bayhill Cougars take the lead with nine seconds left.
Go to war, Miss Margaret, this is a tight one.
Let's go, let's go!
Linda! Linda!
Watch the pick! Watch the pick!
Stop the ball! Stop the ball!
It's not there! It's not there! To the hole! To the hole!
Watch it!
D up, man!
Yeah!
It's all right, man.
- Nice game. Nice game. - Good game, coach. Thank you, sir.
Rich what? Richmond!
Line up! Line up! Let's shake hands.
That's what I'm talking about, coach.
- Way to go, Lyle. Good game, son. - Love you, Dad.
Ladies and gentlemen, I now present
the 22nd Annual Bayhill Tournament championship trophy
to Richmond High School.
Hey, number three.
- Nice game. - Thank you.
Okay, cool.
- All right, come on. - All right.
Watch his door.
Yo, yo. Come on, man, let's go.
Load up, load up.
Tonya, guess what.
We won the whole thing.
That's right, 16-0.
Oh, and here's the best part:
Your second-favorite man was MVP.
Wait, wait, wait, wait.
I shouldn't tell you that. He should tell you.
I'll wake him up so he can tell you. Hold on.
Why don't you try their doorbell with your ghetto self. Move.
Can you reach that?
- Look at this place. - Glad you guys could come.
Oh, you know, we try to be up in here, baby.
Yo, what's up? This is a nice crib.
Know what? He must be in somebody else's room.
Like I was saying, you know, I'm Junior Battle. I'm the man.
- That's what I'm talking about. - I know.
- So you ain't got no boyfriend? - Maybe.
Yo!
You looking for your team?
Yes, sir.
Oh, baby. Hard biz. Know what I'm saying?
This is my style right here. I'm amazing. Feel me, Lyle?
Hey, yo, Lyle. Let me get a coochie juice.
I got you, dog. I got you.
- Yo, Worm! - What up, dog?
- Damien! - Yeah?
I'm open!
Damien!
- Damien, are you drunk? - No. I don't drink.
- Sorry about the thing. - It's okay.
- I see you! - I see you too.
- I see her! - Why don't we go swimming.
- We're going swimming? - Yeah.
Hey, I'm going swimming!
I'm going swimming!
You're going swimming with the MVP!
MVP!
This water's probably cold as hell, shorty. I don't know.
And swimming ain't my cup of tea, baby. Know what I'm saying?
Heated. Probably 90 degrees.
- We don't have bathing suits. - Right.
Neither do we.
Oh, so it's like that?
Show me the money, then, know what I'm saying?
- Damn! - Since it's like that.
Oh, damn. Yeah, that's nice.
- Damn! - You are looking right.
I like that.
You guys coming?
We're getting in there.
I gotta take my chain off so it don't turn green.
Oh, man, I can't believe this.
Heaven!
Excuse me.
- Can I help you? - I'm Ken Carter,
coach of the Richmond High basketball team.
Richmond?
- You're a little lost, aren't you? - Well, I'm looking for my son.
The cab driver told me he dropped the team off here for a party.
Excuse me.
Oh, my God, is that...?
Oh, my God, it's Susan's dad.
You see your son?
Yes, sir, I do.
Damien Carter.
Get your ass out of that pool.
Yes, sir.
Richmond High players, let's go!
- Coach! - Hey, Worm, where did you go?
Worm?
What up, coach?
I got somebody I want you to meet.
Now, I just met her, but she is fine as hell.
- Her name is... - Susan!
- Susan. He right! - Oh, shit.
My daughter, Susan.
You are not going to like what happens in practice on Monday.
You think you've run for me before?
I come to your rooms to celebrate with you, and you sneak...
I end up taking a road trip to the suburbs,
where I find my drunk-ass point guard
on top of Daddy's little princess!
Actually, I was on the bottom, coach. She was on the top.
Worm, do you wanna be on this team?
Because you're about six words from getting kicked off
and kicked off the goddamn bus!
Cruz, open your eyes!
Ghetto hoop stars!
Signing autographs and humping the honeys!
Well, I'm gonna show you what humping is.
Coach, we won the tournament.
We undefeated.
I mean, ain't that what you wanted?
Winners?
Oh, no.
Oh, no, no, no.
Oh, no!
God...!
You guys are awesome!
What's up, Cruz?
I don't know.
Coach giving us a day off, I guess.
Yo, I don't even know where the library's even at.
- I bet you don't. - "Library's at"?
He don't know where the library's at.
Quiet.
Quiet!
Gentlemen, in this hand, I hold contracts
signed by me and signed by you.
In this hand, I hold academic-progress reports prepared by your teachers.
We have six players failing at least one class,
eight players getting incompletes based on attendance.
Gentlemen, you have failed to up...
No, I'm sorry.
We have failed.
We have failed each other.
Now, there are some of you who have upheld this contract.
But know that we are a team.
And until we all meet the terms of this contract,
the gym will remain locked.
- Locked? - What?
- What you mean, locked? - What, like for the day?
- He must mean for the day. - Mr. Thompson,
Mr. Gesek and Miss Sherman have generously volunteered their time
to help us reach our goals.
But, coach, I have a 3.3.
That's good, sir.
Do you score all the points for the team too?
We are the Richmond Oilers.
Do you know what Oilers stands for?
Sir?
Know that you're not just walking out on me.
You're walking out on them.
I had to beg you.
And then I ran all those sprints.
I did all that shit.
I killed myself for you, sir, to get back on the team.
This is bullshit.
You put a lock on the gym and forced them to meet you in the library?
- Are you crazy? - Miss Garrison.
I'm surprised you know where my office is.
Take the lock off that gym.
My phone hasn't stopped ringing.
Maybe someone on the other end of that phone
has a solution to our problem.
Your intentions are good, Mr. Carter, but your methods are a bit extreme.
You painted an extreme picture.
No one expects them to graduate, no one expects them to go to college.
So you take away basketball, the one area of their lives
- where they have some success? - Yes, ma'am.
And you challenge them academically?
- Yes, ma'am. - And what if they fail?
Then we've failed.
Unfortunately, Mr. Carter, both you and I know
that for some of these kids, this basketball season
will be the highlight of their lives.
Well, I think that's the problem. Don't you?
- Good morning, Coach Carter. - Good morning.
Quite the Pandora's box you've opened.
Oh, I get all the blame now?
Let's just say I'm happy to give you all the credit.
I've got every news reporter in town waiting to speak to you.
Got a press conference set up around the front of the gymnasium.
Coach Carter has taken the lockout to the next level
by canceling last night's game.
Richmond forfeited the game, making it their first loss of the season.
And for now, the lock remains on the gym.
Here he comes. Here he comes now.
Coach Carter! Coach! Can I get a question?
Good morning, ladies and gentlemen. I'd like to thank you for your patience.
At this time, I'd like to introduce Coach Ken Carter.
You may direct your questions to him.
Mr. Carter, is it unfair to the players whose grades qualify them to play?
Basketball's a team sport, sir.
We support each other on and off the court.
Anybody still think coach bluffing now?
I feel like running right up in the middle of all those reporters
and telling them I think this is bullshit, son.
Maybe you should've gone to class, Lyle.
Maybe you should kiss my ass, dog. My grades are fine, homeboy.
- It's Junior they should've locked out. - Maybe Junior will kick your ass out.
- Why don't you try spelling it, then. - Chill, chill, chill, man. Damn.
- Junior, if you need help, I'll tutor you. - Man, I don't need no help.
Well, he ain't lock us out for no reason.
We been tripping lately, man. All y'all know it.
How do you think the community's gonna react to this lockout?
I'm not really sure. I hope they'll support these young men.
What, man?
No, man, it's just funny, dog, because, Junior, man,
you thought it was bad all us knew your dumb ass was failing science.
Now the whole world about to know your dumb ass failing science.
- Man. - Hey, man.
And you have Fremont this Saturday, the biggest game on your schedule.
Now, Richmond is gonna riot if you forfeit that game.
Saturday is a long way off.
We'll see what happens. Thank you all for coming.
That's all the time I have right now. I have to get back to work.
Coach, have you talked to any of the parents?
Thank you for your time, ladies and gentlemen.
I'd like to remind you that classes are in session,
so as you leave campus, please do so quietly.
I ain't turning the cheek.
He come up in my 'hood, I'm serious, it's on.
- Young sirs. - It's always been like that.
It's been a long day.
Reporters. Media everywhere.
Let's take this time to say whatever it is we want while the doors are closed.
You have the floor. This is about us.
Man, this shit ain't about us. This is all about Coach Carter.
We're the basketball team.
All I see is you on TV, getting famous, eating that shit up.
- Is that all you see? - It's all I see.
You ain't lying.
Well, let me tell you what I see.
I see a system that's designed for you to fail.
Now, I know you all like stats, so let me give you some.
Richmond High only graduates 50 percent of its students.
And of those that do graduate, only 6 percent go to college.
Which tells me, when I walk down the halls and I look in your classrooms,
maybe only one student is going to go to college.
"Well, damn, Coach Carter, if I ain't going to college, where I'm gonna go?"
Now, that's a great question.
And the answer for young African-American men in here is this:
Probably to prison.
In this county, 33 percent of black males
between 18 and 24 get arrested.
So look at the guy on your left.
Now look at the guy on your right.
One of you is going to get arrested.
Growing up here in Richmond,
you're 80 percent more likely to go to prison than college.
Those are the numbers.
Those are some stats for your ass.
Now, I want you to go home...
...and look at your lives tonight...
...and look at your parents' lives...
...and ask yourself, "Do I want better?"
If the answer is yes,
I'll see you here tomorrow.
And I promise you...
...I will do everything in my power
to get you to college
and to a better life.
I don't understand this. It's a letter, how can it be a number?
How are balancing those equations coming?
- I can't do this. - Hold on. Come on, son.
Don't give up yet, son.
Here's a story out of California that's getting national attention.
The entire boys' basketball team at Richmond High School
has been benched.
The highly ranked Oilers have a perfect season on the court,
but some players were in big trouble academically.
And in an unprecedented move, Coach Ken Carter canceled practice,
locked the gym and sent his players straight to the library.
Now, at the start of the season,
I understand you made all of your players sign a contract
before they could join the team.
What exactly were the conditions of that contract?
The contract states that the players must maintain
a 2.3 grade point average
and that the players must attend all their classes
and sit in the front row of those classes.
Well, Coach Carter, it's an unusual strategy, and a risky one
in a sense, in light of your team's winning record,
but I think there's gonna be a lot of people out there pleased to learn
that at least somebody still cares about the concept of a student athlete.
Thanks a lot for joining us today.
I'm sorry to disturb you.
I'm Coach Ken Carter of the Richmond High School basketball team.
Oh, yeah.
I need to ask you a favor.
My team is studying in the library, and I've been trying to tell them
that brains and beauty are a perfect combination.
Know what I'm saying?
I mean, I'm Worm, baby.
How would you like to watch the Worm work?
Hey, where did you get that backpack?
Watch out, Too Short.
Why study earth science or history or algebra?
Getting good grades in those subjects, combined with basketball skills,
can get you into college.
Girl, you should've bought it. I would've worn it.
You selfish son of a bitch. You snake.
- Miss... - No, no, don't "miss" me, snake.
Mr. Carter, you remember me?
Now, after all the things that my son has been through for your team,
for you to go lock up this gym like this, how dare you...
Open up the damn gym!
Let the boys play!
What's up, little cousin?
How you doing?
Got something for me?
That's what I'm talking about.
Hey, hey. Put it down, man.
- You Coach Carter, right? - Yes, sir.
- Yeah? Check this out, man. - Hey, hold on, man.
- Yeah. How you like that? - Oh, hell no.
- What? What? - You wanna get out the car?
- Let's talk about this. - Ain't nothing to talk about.
Just open up the gym, man. Let them boys play.
Trust me, you don't want me out this car.
Yeah, see? Yeah.
- Get on! - Don't be no punk.
Say what you gotta say.
- Come on back, punk. - Dad. Relax. Relax, let it go.
No, I ain't letting nothing go.
These people in Richmond... Goddamn it!
- Relax, Dad. - Damn it!
Relax, relax. Chill out. It's over. It's over. All right?
He doesn't mean anything. It's over.
Let it go.
Come on, get back in the car. Let's go.
I think you know who she is, but she's got a friend.
I mean, dog... You gotta hook me up.
Why I always gotta hook him up? Sound like I'm the Love Connection.
Just start a conversation. I'll take care of it.
- Yeah. - Yes, girl.
You don't remember me, do you? But, see...
I was just ready to duff Duke out.
- Some serious shit. - You should have did it, man.
You talking all that shit, just do it. Know what I'm saying?
- You let somebody do that to you. - I let him?
- Yo, Oscar, man. - What?
Don't go nowhere. I'll be right out.
- I gotta talk to you. - I already told you...
- No. You guys is kind of passing... - I know I'm fine.
But I'm not feeling myself, I'm feeling you.
Hey, I'm gonna holler at my boys across the street for a quick minute.
Come on, man. Hurry up, man.
- All right. - You know who we are, then?
- Here they go. - What do we have here?
- The Three Stooges from Richmond. - Punk, punk, punk.
- Larry, Co and Dummy. - Bitches.
Dummy and dumb and dumber. I mean, what the hell
is the bitchman from Richmond doing on our side of the turf?
You garbage. I can't believe y'all won.
- Shut up, woman. - Don't be...
I don't understand how y'all won.
- Y'all wack-star niggas. - Y'all wacked.
Wacked.
Yo, shut your bitch ass up.
- I don't wanna hear you talking shit. - Homey, you a benchwarmer!
Get the hell out my face, whitey!
Let's do it, homey. Let's do it, homey.
- What you trying to do? - He got a piece, man.
You feel me right now, huh? You feel me right now?
- Y'all brought a gun. - Pinole homey. Feel me?
Keep it up the block, homey. I'm right here, homey.
I'm right here. Right here.
It's all good. Y'all brought a gun!
Pinole!
Bitch-ass...
Pinole, right?
- Are they serious? - I'll knock his braids out.
Nice to see the fight in you, dog.
- Know what I'm saying? - Appreciate the backup.
Word.
I'm gonna see y'all later, all right?
- All right, homey. - Good looking.
No doubt.
- I'm gonna check y'all. - You got this.
This is my paper, man. I'm not playing with you.
Then why don't you stop getting in my face.
Renny!
I can't believe... He was just standing there.
- Renny! - Oh, shit.
- Come on. Help me. Call 911. - Call 911, man.
Yo, I need a phone. I need something...
I just need you to stay with me, okay?
Hold his head up.
Somebody help me!
- Cruz? - I wanna come back, coach.
- What's going on? - I wanna come back on the team.
What the hell happened?
They shot him.
Renny. They shot Renny.
I mean, we was just there.
We was just there. Everything was good.
- Come inside. Come on. - Everything was good, coach.
I mean, you know...
Come inside, son.
- Come on. - You don't understand.
I wanna come back on the team. What do I gotta do to play?
Don't worry about that, son. Just come inside.
Whatever you want me to do,
I'll do it, okay?
Okay. Okay.
Okay. I got you.
Come on. Come on, you're back with us now.
I can't believe they shot him.
Just come inside now, all right?
- Come on. - I just wanna be on the team.
Come on. Come on.
Whatever you want me to do,
I'll do it, okay?
The state only requires a 2.0 GPA
for participation in extracurricular activities.
- Yes, ma'am. - And according to your contract,
the players are agreeing to maintain a 2.3?
That, among other things. Yes, ma'am.
- Other things like? - Attending all classes,
sitting in the front row of those classes,
and wearing a tie on game day.
I see. Mr. Carter,
does the lockout include practices and games?
And do you have a set period of time?
There will be no basketball, ma'am.
Please. Quiet, please.
That includes practices and games,
until we as a team reach the agreed-upon GPA.
Please, quiet.
Quiet.
Thank you, Mr. Carter.
In the interest of time, I'd like to open this board meeting up for comments.
As a teacher, I was offended when asked by a coach
to provide progress reports.
Nowhere in my contract does it say that I have to do so.
It creates more work.
This lockout has brought negative media attention
that questions our abilities as educators.
End this madness. End this lockout.
I'm Jason Lyle's uncle.
That boy lives to play ball.
Comes to school every day now.
You take away basketball,
God knows what he'd be into.
Yesterday, he canceled the Fremont game.
Now, that's the biggest game of the year.
I have scouts coming to watch my boy play.
- Me too. - These boys are 16-0.
This whole school, this whole community, is behind this team.
Everybody goes to every game.
Basketball is the only thing that these boys have got.
Are we gonna let Carter come in here and take that away from them?
- No! - I don't think so.
Not gonna happen.
- I'd like to make a motion. - Yes, Mr. Walters?
I move that we remove Mr. Carter as head basketball coach.
Order, please. Order.
This board does not have the authority
to terminate employment of a staff position.
Then I move we end the lockout and let the kids play.
I second the motion.
- Okay. - If I may?
Yes, Mr. Carter.
You really need to consider the message
that you're sending these boys.
It's the same message that we as a culture send to our pro athletes,
which is that they are above the law.
Now, I'm trying to teach these boys the discipline that will inform their lives
and give them choices.
If you endorse the fact that 15-, 16- and 17-year-olds
don't have to honor the simple rules of a basketball contract,
how long do you think it'll be before they're out there breaking laws?
Now, I played basketball at Richmond 30 years ago.
It was the same thing then.
Some of my teammates ended up in prison.
Some of them ended up dead.
I took this job because I wanted to effect change
in a special group of young men,
and this is the only way I know how to do that.
If you vote to end the lockout,
you won't have to terminate me. I'll quit.
Good.
Thank you, Mr. Carter.
The board now recognizes five voting members.
In this instance, we will be accepting the vote of Principal Garrison as well.
Now, I put to those members the vote on whether or not
to end the lockout.
All those in favor of ending the lockout
will raise their right hand when called upon.
I will vote first by not raising my hand.
Principal Garrison?
Valerie Walker.
Benson Chiu.
Parent rep, Mr. Cepeda.
And Ms. Nyugen.
- Yes. - Thank you.
The lockout ends with a vote of 4 to 2.
If there's no other business, this board meeting is adjourned.
Thank you all for coming.
Mr. Carter.
Are you sure you wanna do this?
Look, I know we haven't always seen eye to eye,
but you've done such a great job with these boys, it seems wrong to just...
Look. No offense, ma'am, but all the work I did with those boys
was negated when they ended the lockout.
I don't think that's true, I...
The board sent the message loud and clear.
Winning basketball games is more important
than graduating from high school and going to college.
I'm sorry, I just can't support that message.
Sir, they can cut the chain off the door, but they can't make us play.
We've decided we're gonna finish what you started, sir.
Yeah, so leave us be, coach.
We got shit to do, sir.
Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate.
Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.
It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us.
Your playing small does not serve the world.
There is nothing enlightened about shrinking
so that other people won't feel insecure around you.
We were all meant to shine, as children do.
It's not just in some of us, it's in everyone.
And as we let our own light shine,
we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same.
As we are liberated from our own fear,
our presence automatically liberates others.
Sir, I just wanna say thank you.
You saved my life.
Thank you, sirs.
All of you.
Academic-progress reports, young men.
These things are...
...unbelievable.
I know you've been trying.
I guess there's only one way to say this.
Gentlemen, we've reached our goal. Let's play ball.
Rich what? Richmond!
Hustle back. Get back, get back.
Set it, Worm. Set it.
Watch baseline.
- Take it. - Take it, come on.
- Yes! - Find a man. Find a man.
Swing it, swing it.
Go, go, go.
Go, go.
Come on!
Go Richmond!
Hold the ball, hold the ball!
Nine, eight, seven, six,
five, four, three, two, one,
see you!
- Great game, coach. - Good game.
Richmond returns from their lockout and keeps their streak alive
at 17 games.
A team that won only four games last year is now a Cinderella team
that has to be thinking that there's a chance
of getting the phone call to come to the dance.
Is Richmond headed for the state tournament?
So, what else y'all gonna do at the park when you go?
- Seesaw. - Seesaw?
- You're gonna seesaw? - Yeah.
- Who's gonna push you? - My mommy's gonna push me.
Yeah?
That's good. I wish I could go with you.
- Come on, baby. - But I'll see you later, okay?
- Bye. - Bye.
How you been?
Good.
You look good.
Thank you. So do you.
Considering.
You know, everything's been crazy, with the lockout.
Yeah, it'll be all right.
For sure.
Can we sit down somewhere?
I've been trying to get my head straight about things.
A lot of things. Especially us.
- Kenny, I... - Kyra, just listen.
Please.
For a long time, it's just been my moms, my boys and you.
And that's what I counted on.
I'm trying to count on myself now, and I'm all right and shit,
it's just, without you, nothing good feels as good.
It's like I'm missing some happy part of me.
I got you something.
And it ain't from the 99 Cent Store.
Shut up.
- They gave you a scholarship? - Yeah, baby, a full ride.
Oh, my gosh. That is crazy.
Oh, my gosh.
I know you gonna kill it up there.
No, we gonna kill it up there.
I told them about you and the baby. They wanna help us.
Kenyon...
...there is no more baby.
I decided not to go through with it.
Kyra.
I had a choice to make,
so I made it.
For me, Kenny.
Well, when?
Why didn't you tell me? I would have gone with you.
I'm so sorry.
Kyra, I'm so sorry you had to go through that by yourself.
My mom went with me.
But I think that...
I think you should go to school and play ball and do your thing.
You know?
I want that for you. And that's real.
I think you should be all you can.
I want you to come with me.
Kyra, I love you.
I want you to come with me.
- You serious? - I'm serious.
- Oh, my God. - I love you.
I love you too.
Ken Carter.
I understand, sir.
All right. Thank you, sir.
We're in.
That's what I'm talking about.
Guys, guys, guys. Now, listen.
It's not gonna be easy. It's gonna be a long road.
- We're a really low seed. - Who did we get, coach?
St. Francis.
St. Francis?
Coach, they ranked number one in the state.
Hey, yo, Junior, man, don't worry about Ty Crane, dog. You'll get him.
We got this. That's all right, baby. One game at a time. We got this.
- All right, guys. - It's on.
- Bring your A game, young man. - Yes, sir.
Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to the first round of the CIF playoffs.
St. Francis is one of the best high school teams in the nation,
with Ty Crane believed to be a shoo-in
for the top NBA draft pick next year.
On the other side of the court is Richmond,
a team that's had a media-worthy season as well.
Richmond High has never played in a state tournament.
Let's go. Let's go, let's go.
- Settle down, settle down. - 1-4!
Ball, ball.
Move, move.
Good shot, baby.
- Get back, get back. - Run motion. Run motion.
Motion 44.
Right here, right here. Swing it.
Force him left. Force him left.
You gotta force him left. The baseline's another defender.
D up!
Better get somebody else to hold me. I'm dropping 50.
Set up!
Come on. Get on him, get on him.
Get over here and help. He shouldn't be scoring.
Get back, get back. Bring it in.
Get back, get back. Find your man, find your man.
Now, watch out. Watch that trap.
Watch the trap. Motion. Motion. That's the one.
That's it. Yes! Yes!
S- C-O-R-E! Score! Score!
Ball, ball. Ball, man!
Lyle, stop the ball. Less talk out there.
Come on, come on, come on. Let's go, Richmond!
You gotta help Junior on the weak-side pick.
- Delilah! Delilah! - Defense! Defense!
- Delilah! Delilah!
Delilah! Delilah!
- Get there, get there. - Trap, trap, trap. Left side, left side.
- Use the pick, use the pick. - I got it.
- Yeah! That's what I'm talking about. - Foul, number three.
- Hold up. - Number three.
- Mustangs, bring it in. Bring it in. - Count the basket.
- Damn. - Timeout, sir. Time.
Come here, come here. Damn it.
Come on, guys, keep up the defense!
Come on, what you gonna do?
We still in this game. Come on, fellas.
Gentlemen, you told me you deserved to be here.
Well, you're not playing like it.
All season long, we played our game.
Right now, you're playing theirs.
When we step on the floor, every second that clock is ticking,
we are pedal to the metal.
We run the ball. We pressure the ball.
And most importantly, we control the tempo of the game!
We make them play Richmond Oiler ball.
Worm, you can take this kid.
Force him left, and when he crosses over,
you jump him. Damien, push the tempo.
Kenyon, Lyle, crash the boards.
Cruz, when you're in the game in transition, take that jumper you love.
Junior, just keep doing what you're doing.
Hold on to that monster.
You do those things, gentlemen, and I guarantee you,
at the end of the game, we will be there.
All right, hands in.
- Game time. - All right, take control of this game.
Who's gonna win this game?
One, two, three, Richmond! Let's go. Let's do this.
One, two, three, Mustangs!
- Get up, get up. - Go, go, go.
Yes.
- Reach-in foul. - That's the only damn one.
- How you gonna call that on me, ref? - Good call, ref.
Cruz. In for Kenyon.
- Ball, ball, ball, ball. - Run it, run it, run it.
Get back, get back! Everybody get back.
Yeah! Come on!
Get back, get back, get back.
Ref, you gotta call that. This is my house.
- Push, push. - Can we get a call?
Take care of the ball, man. I'm gonna catch my breath.
Come on. Get back, get back.
Swing it right here. I got it.
Charge.
- Go get them, boys. - Yeah, baby.
Charge, number 30. Red ball.
Come on, ref, you wasn't even there.
- Red ball, red ball. Red, red, red. - Yes. Yes.
- Richmond's ball. - What?
Okay, let's go. Let's go.
- Red ball. - Junior, good block!
- I know that's a foul. - It's all ball.
- What are you talking about? - What's up, man?
Knock his bitch ass out.
Calm down, man. We're still in the game.
Come on.
- Ease back. - Bring it in. Bring it in.
Get out of my way, man. Get off me.
Let's go, let's go.
All right, baby, it's all us now. It's all us. Let's go.
They're standing on the edge of a cliff. All we gotta do is push them off.
We're gonna run Candy.
Worm, you gotta sell them the pass to Damien.
Junior, we come to you on the weak-side seal.
But, gentlemen, just because you deserve this
doesn't mean they're gonna give it to you.
Sometimes you gotta take what's yours. You ready to do this?
- Hell, yeah. - Let's go.
- All right, hands in. - Come on, take this.
Richmond on three. One, two, three, Richmond!
- Careful of the foul, all right? Let's go. - I got you. 1-4, 1-4!
- All right. - Defense! Mustangs!
Let's go, let's go, let's go.
Candy! Candy!
Ball, Damien.
- Move, move. - Help, help.
Get back, get back, get back!
Junior, get back!
Hands up!
Yeah, that's what I'm talking about, baby. Yeah!
Mustangs! Mustangs!
Hold on, hold on. Let me down, let me down. Battle, Battle! Battle!
You're real, man. I mean that. All right?
All right? Keep your head up, baby.
Well, not quite your storybook ending, huh?
Not for us, anyway.
But you men played like champions.
You never gave up.
And champions hold their heads high.
What you achieved goes way beyond the win-loss column
or what's gonna be written on the front page
of the sports section tomorrow.
You've achieved something that some people
spend their whole lives trying to find.
What you achieved is that ever-elusive victory within.
And, gentlemen...
...I am so proud of you.
Four months ago, when I took the job at Richmond, I had a plan.
That plan failed.
I came to coach basketball players, and you became students.
I came to teach boys...
...and you became men.
And for that, I thank you.
If someone walked in this door right now
and offered me the coaching job at any school in the state of California,
you know which team I'd choose?
St. Francis?
I'm just saying, man.
Kenyon?
- Richmond? - Rich what?
- Richmond. - Rich what?
Richmond.
- Rich what? - Richmond.
- Where we from? - Richmond!
- What's my hometown? - Richmond!
- What do we love? - Richmond!
- Rich what? - Richmond!
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