You in handcuffs, Nutso dead on the ground.
You don't owe anybody?
You forget about Nutso?
Wasn't it the great Tom Sheppard
he was trying to be like when he fell?
How about owing yourself?
Born with all the gifts, but you just gave up.
Oh, yeah. I'd say you owe plenty.
If you ever plan on giving anything back,
you better start right now.
You can't do anything about your mom or Nutso,
but you can about Kyle.
It's all there for him, Shep, and he's blowing it.
Well, he won't be the first.
Gettin' ready for that shoot-out, fellas.
Lookin' good.
There you go, baby. Back door, baby.
What's up, baby?
How you doin'?
You my man in the hole now,
but you look like a 14-karat Urkel.
Let me tell you something, Kyle. It's all about psyche, baby.
You got to feel basketball. It's in the heart.
You know what I'm saying?
- Hey, what's that for? - Grip, baby.
All about grip.
Here we go.
All right, Joe.
I'm about to get up in your ass like a gerbil!
Here we go.
Take your time.
There you go.
Breathe. You're too tense.
Speed it up. Here we go.
Damn! That shit slipped, Kyle.
He can hit that.
Here we go. Yeah, boy.
All right. Here we go.
Run it back.
Run it back right now.
Run in place!
How high can you get, Nutso?
How high can you get, boy? Come on.
Shit, not even Nutso ever got that high.
Least not playin'.
Don't stop. Keep goin'.
That is who you was playin', right?
I remember watchin' you two go at it for hours.
What do you want from me?
Want to put my arm around your shoulder?
Help you with your homework?
Pat your ass and say you done good?
What the fuck do you want from me?
Just heard you was leavin'. Came to tell you goodbye.
You don't want mom's dessert.
You don't do it, you get no dessert.
I'm going to tell.
Come on. Take your time and shoot.
There you go. One more time.
Mom's dessert's gonna look so good on that plate.
Snap your wrists. Take your time.
I never did get that right.
It's funny what you do pick up, though.
One more. Take one more.
Make it. There you go.
See what happens when you snap your wrists?
There you go, Ronnie. One more time.
How you doin'?
Fine.
I'm leavin' town tomorrow.
I thought you should know.
Just wanted to talk to you and Kyle.
Talk about what?
Clear things up.
Explain about the past.
Kyle's not here.
What about you?
Doesn't matter to me.
I can't worry about your past.
I care about Kyle
and how you walked out of that locker room.
Kyle was upset, I was confused, and you just ran out.
You're a runner, Thomas.
I just don't have enough time for that.
Good night.
Okay, okay, settle down.
We got us a new player on the team.
He's wet behind the ears,
but with everybody's help, he'll be all right.
This is our new Birdman, our point, Kyle.
What's up? Championship, baby.
Be doin' things like my man.
Take care of him.
You don't tell a brother you're havin' a team meeting?
Oh, shit. Y'all have uniforms?
Damn! I hope nobody got my number.
Hey, black Lurch, they find a pair of shoes to fit you?
You rang?
What's up? Sorry I'm late, B.
Niggers didn't tell me about the meeting.
Where my uniform at, B?
Shit. Uniforms is for players only.
Hey, I'm a player. You know me.
Fuck, you're a player in the wheelchair league.
Kyle, tell him me and you been workin' on my game.
Tell him we goin' to play college ball.
Nigger, you can't barely fuckin' read.
How you goin' to college?
Is this a fuckin' joke?
Somebody tell me this is a fuckin' joke.
Tell me, somebody. Is it a joke?
Yeah, nigger. Go on. I got you.
Come on, B. You know I be playin' around.
- That's what I fuckin' thought. - College ball.
We havin' a team meeting.
Get the fuck out so we can handle our business.
So where we goin', Jamaica, Las Vegas?
We got to... Nigger, get the fuck out.
Am I stutterin'? Get the fuck out!
Where we goin', Jamaica, Vegas?
Where we at?
Hey, Bug, you all right?
I'm straight, kid, I'm straight.
Birdie had no right to dis you like that.
Birdie's just being Birdie.
You should've said something to him.
Kyle... leave it.
I'm serious. Stand up for yourself.
All right. So I'll just talk shit back to him
and wind up like that bum Flip.
What you talkin' about?
What, you don't know?
That nigger sliced Flip up for no reason.
Just...
He didn't even do shit. And look what happened to him.
What the fuck he gonna do to me?
You all right?
- Yeah, I'm all right. - Sure?
Yo, I'll catch you later, all right?
Yo, Kyle.
Flip!
Flip Johnson!
Yo, Flip, I just wanna know if you're here, man!
I ain't gonna mess with you, Flip!
I'm all by myself, man!
Come on out, Flip!
It's me, man!
He's gone.
What the hell are you doin' here?
Lookin' for you.
Where's Flip?
He's gone.
He's probably around here gettin' high or some shit.
He's dead.
It's time you and me played.
Fuck you. Why don't you play yourself?
Come on, tough guy.
Let me see what you got.
Come on!
Just like I thought. You ain't nothin' but a pussy.
- Let's go. - First basket wins.
Winner gets boonks. Deal?
All you gotta do is score, Kyle.
Is it a deal?
- It's a deal. - Let's go.
I ain't Flip.
Damn, that's a weak crossover.
I know you can do better than that.
Takin' off his coat.
I'm scared.
Georgetown? I don't think so.
Show me something,
and don't let it be that weak-ass jumper of yours.
How 'bout some boonks?
How 'bout some crazy, hard, scar-your-motherfuckin'-ass boonks?
What, is there a problem, Kyle?
Isn't that what you wanted to give Flip?
- No problem. - Then bend your ass over.
I lost. I owe you.
You owe me?
That's right. I owe you.
You hear that, Nutso?
The boy here says he owes me.
He owes me!
Are we even?
You don't owe me nothing. You owe yourself
and the ones that cared enough to get you here.
Believe me, I know.
Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen.
Welcome to the fifth annual Uptown Shoot-out.
This is a round-robin tournament.
Games consist of two 20-minute halves with a continuous clock.
Halftime is five minutes, with play resuming immediately.
Teams have one time-out per half.
Other than that, the action will never stop.
The two teams with the best record out of their respective groupings
will play for all the marbles in the Uptown Championship.
All officials, please report to courtside.
Please report to courtside, all officials. Five-minute warning.
This is your five-minute warning. Clear the court.
So my time ain't money, huh?
I see you finally decided to join us.
Get dressed.
It's all in there, Birdie...
the money, the shoes, everything.
I don't need your kind of help.
I'm not runnin' with you anymore.
You don't have no choice.
You're right. I don't.
It ain't over.
Motaw, you start.
You, your ass is gone.
I catch anybody talkin' to Bugaloo, and your ass is gone, too.
Now, I want this motherfuckin' game.
If y'all can't give it to me, leave now!
Are y'all players, or what?
Let's get this shit together.
We could definitely win this thing.
Bombers, Bombers, Bombers, championship...
long as y'all give me the rock.
Hey, kid, pay attention.
You might learn a thing or two. Ain't that right, coach?
Tyrone, are you about done?
Coach, relax. Just give me the rock.
I'm about to get my swerve on.
- Good morning, coach. - Kyle.
I was wondering if you needed anybody today.
Yeah, I just might need another guard.
Guard? Coach, I'm all the guard you need.
Man, get to the back of the bus.
Motherfuckers gonna think twice before they come inside.
This came to the office for you yesterday.
- What? - It's just a letter.
- A letter from where? - Georgetown.
I've been waiting for this moment.
Y'all go on. I'll be right back. I got to get my bag.
Good luck there, superstar.
I said good luck.
That's not very polite.
I wish you good luck, you don't wish it back to me?
That's damn near rude.
- Good luck, Birdie. - Thanks a lot.
Almost forgot.
Heard you're a Hoya now. Congratulations.
What you think they'll think up in Georgetown
about the presents you took?
Check this out.
You're not going to college or any-fucking-where
if the Birdmen don't win.
You might be on another team, but you're playing for me, Kyle.
You remember that.
Good game.
After that, it's cool.
You can call me after about 3:00. Hold on.
Don't forget you still playin' for me, homey.
Yeah.
Just a small problem we got down here.
There you go, baby!
You said no defense, brother.
No defense. You know the rules.
Come on, ref. Make the call, man.
Come on, baby! Do your thing!
Where's your heart at? I don't see no heart!
Get in the game, man!
Pressure! Pressure!
This boy ain't got it.
Get your shit together, man!
Pressure! Pressure!
Let's go! Bring it back! Come on!
You like that, baby? We teammates, right?
Come on! Right in there, get your spot.
Boo-yah! Look at that shit!
Bobby, you're in.
So what is it like sucking Birdie's dick?
No! Bank it! You ain't got nothin'!
Yeah! Hell, Yeah!
Come on, come on, baby!
Come on, guys, watch it!
What's going on?
Okay, Bobby. All right, now. Come on.
Easy, now.
Is he crying?
Drag this bitch off to the side with the other bitches.
He's crying.
What's up, old man? You got a problem?
Take his ass to the side!
- How's your ankle? - It'll be all right.
Kyle! Kyle!
Bitch, want me to twist your other ankle?
What's up?
What the fuck are y'all doing? Come on, man!
Time-out! Where's the goddamn foul?
There was no foul.
Stop complaining!
This here's a man's game, am I right?
Good no-call, ref!
Get him up from here.
- Be careful. - Come on.
Let's keep this baby rollin'!
Coach, let's go. The time-out's over.
Got to send your team out now.
Let's go, guys.
That's only four. You need one more.
You need one more player, coach. Let's go.
Put me in, coach.
Tommy Sheppard.
Hold up! What is this shit?
He ain't on the team.
He's on my original roster.
- He ain't even in fucking uniform. - He is now.
- He ain't been playing. - That doesn't matter.
This is fucking bullshit, man! You know this is bullshit!
Pull that stunt one more time, your team's gone.
This is Tom Sheppard. This is like seeing a ghost!
Hey, fuck him up. Fuck him up!
- What was that? - What's up, man?
Come on!
On your ass, motherfucker!
Look at this!
Why are you doin' this? It's only a game.
Not to me. Come on.
He's gonna play. He's all right, folks.
Here we go.
Don't worry about it! Come on!
What's that?
What's the fuck is that? Take him out of the game!
You got to be kidding me.
This here's a man's game. Good no-call, ref!
Motaw, come on! Don't lose this for me!
Let's go! Let's go!
Hell, yeah!
God fuckin' damn!
Goddamn!
All Motaw has to do is hang on to that ball,
and the Birdmen will hang on to that championship!
Let's go! Put it back!
Keep out of his butt!
Run, you sucker!
Don't lose that fuckin' ball! Don't lose this shit!
Go, boy, go!
Straighten these motherfuckers out.
Handle your business!
Freeze, police!
Welcome back once again to Landover, Maryland.
The Hoyas of Georgetown down by a couple to Seton Hall
in the conference championship game.
Only nine seconds remaining now.
Let's explore the options for head coach John Thompson.
He can take it down low, a high-percentage play.
Maybe he'll get to the free-throw line and send it into overtime.
But Kyle Watson's had the hot hand for the second half.
Will he go to Watson and bomb away for the outside?
Nine seconds left. Watson the lead guard for the Hoyas.
Who will be the man to get it?
Watson with the ball.
Gives it up. They better hurry.
Better make a decision.
They find Watson on the wing. Three for three! Yes!
Georgetown does it! Watson coming through!
A conference championship for the Georgetown Hoyas.
Another for John Thompson. And mayhem in Landover.
And with good reason. The play worked to perfection.
The pick and the low block.
Watson coming around, finding the necessary spacing,
and look at the rotation.
The perfect form on the 3-point play.
Downstairs, he comes free and finds that necessary spacing.
What a great deal of momentum now for John Thompson's Georgetown Hoyas
as they get ready for the Big Dance, the NCAA Tournament.
Watson asked for the ball. He got it.
Now he's downstairs with our Bill Raff.
- Got to feel pretty good, huh, Kyle? - Great!
What were you thinking of when you made that shot?
Just thinking about spreading my fingers and popping my wrist.
You didn't want to go back into that huddle.
No. He's a big man.
Kept you scared. All right, Kyle. Congratulations.