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Within one week, a truck came and|moved you and your kid sister out.
I ever bring that up?
Never a word out of me.|Always there for you.
Am I lying? Come on, kid.
Come on, please, will you?
I'm not asking you to commit a homicide|here. I'm asking you to just give me...
a little bit of information.|I need something-- anything.
I ain't got nothing|to say, Coach.
When I was a kid, my mother used to|go, "Arthur, you're a capo tost."
- You know what a "capo tost" is?|- Naw.
It means you got a head|like concrete.
I think me and you, we suffer from|the same affliction. I swear to God.
Kid, on the court, you're the most|coachable kid I ever had.
I never had a boy|that could respond like you.
Off the court,|I can't tell you a damn thing.
This is your money.|Hey, this is yours.
- I don't need that money, Coach.|- Tell me something.
- [ Bell Rings ]|- I got Calculus.
You forgot something.
[ Scoffs ]
[ Calliope Music ]
[ People Screaming ]
[ Squeals ]
[ Groaning, Sighing ]
- [ Velcro Rips ]|- Ahh!
Mm, right there.
- [ Laughing ]|- [ Velcro Rips ]
[ Laughs ]
- [ Panting, Sighing ]|- Oh, yeah.
[ Car Door Beeping ]
- Mr. Shuttlesworth, how are you?|- I'm fine. How are you?
- Dom Pagnotti. Pleasure to meet you.|- Nice to meet you.
- Hello, Lala.|- Hello.
- D'Andre, what's up?|- How you doing?
- Why don't we go inside?|I'll show you my house.|- We'd love to.
- Wow. This a phat crib.|- Ain't it?
- What do you think?|- You have a really nice home.
Thank you. I just did it.|Built it from scratch.
- It's gorgeous.|- Thank you.
Why don't you and Lala make|yourself at home and let me|and Jesus discuss some business.
This right here|is a 355 Ferrari Spider, $130,000.
You're looking at|a 12-cylinder Mercedes, 600 SL--
Now, if you want the best,|Jesus, you come right this way.
A quarter-million-dollar|Lamborghini Diablo.
- Take a look inside, Jesus.|- You can get a house|with a quarter million dollars.
Not the house|I'm going to get you.
- You like music?|- I love music.
- Has a $30,000 stereo system.|State of the art.|- $30,000?
30,000. That's a small trailer home|in North Carolina...
you got playing music|for you right there.
Now, Jesus,|I know you like Lala.
Whatever may be may be.|But you can look like Buddy Hackett...
and drive down a street with this|and have 40 girls chasing you.
[ Dom ]|I want to show you my court.
Oh, so you just got the court|built inside the house, huh?
- Of course.|- Let's go one-on-one.
- Let's see what you got.|- What I got?
- Let's see what you got.|- I got--
So you in the Mafia.|Down with Gotti, huh?
Mafia? Gotti?
Just because I'm an ltalian American|doesn't mean I'm involved with the mob.
I'm the best at what I do.|I'm a sports agent.
Now, I don't know|if you realize this,
but several NBA teams|are interested in you right now.
At this point in time,|I can't tell you who,
but I will tell you|they are contenders.
Now, I know you've considered|jumping straight to the pros.
The money is there.
I have the contacts.|So apply for the NBA draft now.
Right here, Jesus,|is a contract.
This makes me your agent.
This allows me|to represent you.
I will take you to the top.
I can't do that right now.|I have to weigh my options.
- How much does your watch cost?|- 89.95.
89.95. Right here...
is a platinum|and diamond Rolex.
The best you can buy.
Gold? Forget about it.|Silver? Forget about it.
You have platinum and diamonds. That's|like having speed and power in the NBA.
And, Jesus, that watch is a gift|from Dom Pagnotti to you.
- Keep it.|- Oh, I bet there's strings|attached, too, huh?
There's no strings, no rubber bands.|There's nothing attached at all.
That's a $36,000 watch. That's like|having a Corvette on your wrist.
- You keep that.|- I can't take this.
- Why not?|- It's illegal. I can't take it.
I don't see anyone here.|Just me and you.
- There's nobody here,|but it's still illegal.|- You know what, Jesus?
I'll keep it. The money|you and I gonna make together,
you could buy 20 of them|if you want.
Yeah, that's all good|and everything, but when I'm ready,
- I'm thinking about hiring|a brother to represent me.|- Yeah? Why's that?
I just feel comfortable|with a brother.
All right, Jesus,|let me ask you a question.
- What color is this?|- It's green.
You're black, I'm white,|this is green.
When making a business decision,|the only color that matters is green.
Now, do you consider yourself|a man or a boy?
- Of course I consider myself a man.|- Okay.
Because men make decisions|with their mind.
Boys make decisions|with their heart, Jesus.
- My partner D'Andre, he's black.|- No!
So it really doesn't matter.
You have the best|of both worlds.
You need to sign with me,|and you need to sign with me now.
-You talk a great game.|-Jesus, this isn't a game. This is life.
I can bring you|to the Promised Land,
but what you need to do, Jesus,|is give me the opportunity...
to show you how good I am.
[ Mom's Voice ] Dear Jesus,|your daddy and I hope you're fine.
"l thought it might be|a little hard for you...
"being away from home for--|for the first time.
I had no idea that--"
I didn't even know|they had basketball camps.
Thank God I got you out of Coney lsland|for at least a week this summer.
"You're really serious|about this basketball,
and that's good."
[ Voices lntermingling ]|However, I do wonder sometimes...
whether it's you or your father|that wants to pursue this.
I know he drives you|too hard.
That's right. Come on,|come on. Work, baby.
You got to work harder|than the next man, right?
It's the will of the man;|it ain't the skill of the man.
He can't play you.|He can't do nothing with you!
We the only two people up. Me, you and|Michael Jordan. That's the only people.
Everybody else in the world is asleep.
What you think Jordan doing right now?|He lifting weights right now.
We out the projects, baby.|We out the projects.
Where we gonna live at, son? Where|we living at, yo? Where we living at?
Huh? We living on East Side.|Where we at?
We're up on the Upper West Side?|Central Park West somewhere?
- Where we gonna be at, huh?|What you gonna buy Mama, son?|- House.
Come on.|A big house, right?
How many bedrooms?|How many bedrooms?
- How many she want?|- As many as she wants.
Don't never let them see you weak.|Let me tell you something.
- Don't never let them see you weak.|- This is for everything.
You miss, you know|you givin' me ten pushups, right?
You know if you miss, you|give me ten pushups, right?
- All right, show me what you got.|- [ Pants ]
- Concentrate.|- [ Panting ]
Four... three... two--
That's what I'm talking about. That's|what I'm talking about. Are you tired?
Jesus Shuttlesworth, he got game.|He don't get tired.
- Are you tired? You tired?|- Uh-huh.
"But, son, your father|does love you dearly."
- You should have seen your boy today.|- What did he do?
- What'd you get them for, son?|- About 34 points.
- Thirty-four.|- Thirty-four points?
You got 34, but one time|he went up, I was like, "Oh, my boy."
- I thought he was gonna dunk.|He just kept going.|- Really?
He kept going. He's almost getting the|rim now, or the net, anyway-- the net.
- That's my baby.|- That's right. My boy.
"Have fun at the camp,|and remember--"
Use basketball as a tool.
"Love, Mommy."
"P.S.-- Your sister|misses you badly."
[ Mom ] And when you get home,|please be nice to her.
Big brothers have to protect|their little sisters.
[ Basketball Pounding|Continues ]
- [ Dakota ] Come on, baby.|- [ Man Grunting ]
- Don't hold back, baby.|- Oh, oh, yeah, oh.
- [ Grunting ]|- No, baby, come on. Don't hold back.
Come on, baby.
Oh, yeah, baby.|Fuck me now.
Fuck me. Oh, yeah.
- [ Grunting Continues ]|- [ Dakota ] Yeah. Come on, baby.
- [ Grunting Grows Louder ]|- [ Pounding Grows Louder ]
[ Dakota ] Come on, baby, come on.|Fuck me, baby.
Where them elbows at?|Give me the elbows. Make me pay for it.
Make me pay if I get too close.|Make me pay!
Y es. All right,|good shoot! Oh!
- [ Man ] All right.|- All right, that's two.
- Two-zip.|- Two-zip.
[ Jake ]|I'll give you ten.
He's cheating, Jesus.
Come on now. Play ball.
Just 'cause a man bigger than you,|don't mean he better than you.
Play some "D" now.
[ Man ]|Get up on him, Jesus.
Money.|What's that, baby?
- Ask Goose.|- What was that, ten-one?
- Ten-two? Butter.|- Luck.
You ain't ready for me.
Come on, Jesus.|Get up on him, Jesus.
- Check it out.|- Check 'em.
- Don't push me.|- So what I push you? So what?
You're gonna get mad|when you get pushed?
What, you wanna quit|when you get pushed?
- Oh!|- Take your shot.
I could take you out|your game that easy, huh?
So somebody gets up on you.|So what?
- Stop pushing him, man.|- You got to deal with that, son.
You mad? That's all the players got|to do to you, is make you mad, huh?
All they gotta do is make you mad|and you'll give up, won't you?
'Cause when you get mad,|you can't play.
'Cause when you get mad,|you can't make a shot.
Come get it now.|I ain't taking it easy on you.
I told you I ain't taking it easy|on you. Where you at, boy?
J-J, come on,|give the guy a break, man.
Come on,|go strong, Jesus.
- Why you cheating, man?|- How did I cheat?
- Don't tell me how to raise my son.|- Stop pushing me.
So I'm pushing you. So what?|Show me what you got.
Stop pushing me.
- Take it! Take it!|- Go strong, baby.
- Like nobody's better than you!|- I'm supposed to be scared?
Yes. That's what|I'm talking about.
No matter what I say to you, I ain't|got nothing to do with your game.
It's between you|and the rim.
Don't be afraid of nobody.|That's right.
Elbow me if--|Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!
- Go strong.|- Get out of here.
Go get it, the ball.|Go get it.
- Whoa, whoa.|- Get up.
- Foul, man!|- All right, you got foul. No harm.
Respect my call. Besides, that wasn't|a foul. That was attempted murder!
What you mean, respect your call?|Ain't nobody even hardly touch you.
- What you trying to prove?|- Just get up, boy, and stop|crying. Give me the ball.
- Give me the ball, man.|- What you doing?
- Check it out--|- Hey, respect my call.
- Besides, that wasn't a foul--|- Don't start yelling at me, boy.
No harm. No foul.|Are you hurt? You bleeding?
What you think? I want to see|you get pushed like that. Ow!
- You gonna cry now or something?|- Why you got to push-- Whoa!
- Take the ball out. Huh?|- Man, I quit, man.
- Man, I quit!|- You quit?
- What?|- I quit. I'm out of here.
Oh, you out of here now. You're|gonna quit like a little bitch, huh?
Big bitch!|[ Spits ]
You better go|and get my ball!
- I ain't getting a damn thing!|- Jesus!
- Daddy, leave me alone!|- Jake, that's some wrong shit, man.
I'm out of here, man.
Fuck, that's why|he ain't gonna make it.
That's why he|ain't gonna make it.
Damn, I can't believe he threw|that shit over the fence.
What's the matter, baby?|You don't like the food.
The food is fine.|Just not hungry.
- Where's your daddy?|- I don't know, and I don't care.
Uncle Jake must have beat him|in basketball again. Ow!
- Stop hitting on him.|- Tell him to stop then. He|always getting on my nerves.
No, I'm not going|to tell him to shut up,
and these basketball wars between|you and your father have got to stop.
[ Door Slams ]
I just asked your son|where you were.
Don't they feed you|at home, Booger?
How you doing, baby?
Your food was getting cold,|so I put it in the oven.
You know, when you threw that ball|over the fence, it got lost.
You know that, right?
Paid my hard-earned money for that|basketball. You know that, don't you?
We can always buy|a new basketball.
Yeah, we don't need|a new ball, okay?
We had a ball already.
Besides, you need to learn how|to respect other people's property.
Ball belonged to me,|not to him.
- Mommy, can I be excused?|- No, you cannot. Sit your ass down.
- I'm finished!|- Y eah, well, you ain't excused though.
- He's done, Jake.|- I ain't done. Sit your black ass down.
And it's time for you to go.|And put the bread back down.
- Trying to sneak bread all the time.|- Bye, Jesus!
I said sit down. I'm your daddy|and you're gonna do what I tell you.
Don't raise your voice.
Do what I tell you to do,|and I'm telling you to sit down.
- So? I'm finished.|- What?
- You hear what I say to you, huh?|- Jake!
- Boy, when I tell you to sit down--|- Get off me!
- When I tell you to sit down--|- Jake, get off him!
- Get up off me!|- Get off him! What's wrong with you?
Are you out of your mind?
Stop it! Please!
[ Groans ]
- [ Jesus ] Mommy? Mommy?|- Baby?
- Get up. Get up.|- Wake up, baby.
Baby, wake up.|Call 9-1-1, son.
Call 9-1-1. Go ahead.|Call 9-1-1. Go, go.
[ Surf Breaking ]
- [ People Squealing ]|- [ Sea Gulls Calling ]
[ Sighs ]
Come on, let's walk.
I knew you was going to come though.|I appreciate it, though, son.
Y eah, I appreciate you for coming|to meet me and everything like that.
I got this for Mary here. You know,|I thought she might like these here.
[ Chuckles ]
My all-time favorite ballplayer|was Earl Monroe.
Earl the Pearl.
Yeah, he was nice. See, everybody|remember him from the Knicks,
you know, when he helped win|that second championship.
I'm talking about when he was with the|Bullets down at Winston-Salem Stadium...
before that game, with 42 points|a game the whole season.
the whole season.
But the Knicks, they put the shackles on|him, man, you know, on his whole game.
They locked him up,|like in a straitjacket or something.
When he was in the streets of Philly,|the playgrounds, [ Grunting ]
he was like--|[ Laughing ]
- You know what they called him?|- What?
Jesus. That's what they called him--|Jesus. 'Cause he was the truth.
Then the white media got a hold of it.|Then they got to call him Black Jesus.
He can't just be Jesus.|He got to be Black Jesus.
You know, but still...|he was the truth.
So that's the real reason|why you got your name.
You named me Jesus after Earl Monroe,|and not Jesus in the Bible?
Not Jesus of the Bible,|Jesus of North Philadelphia.
Jesus of the playgrounds.|That's the truth, son.
The way he dished, the way|he, you know, he spinned.
You know how you do,|coming off and all that. Taw!
I want you to go|to Big State, son.
That's the real reason|why I'm out here.
That's the reason|they let me out.
You find it in your heart to go|to Big State, and, uh...
they may let me out|on an early parole.
-So that's what this is all about, huh?|-That's a part of it.
- Jake, you just like everybody else.|- I ain't like everybody else.
I ain't like everybody else.|Everybody else ain't your father.
Everybody else ain't|bring you in this world.
Everybody else don't care|about you, son.
Like that girl you running with.|You know her, Lay-- Layla?
- Lala!|- Lala. You know her?
- Y eah, I know her.|- Y eah, she know you like a book too.
Many a great man, son,|their downfall was 'cause of a woman.
- You talking about Samson and Delilah.|- Y eah, that's right.
Him too. Him too.|You see I don't cut my hair, right?
So you do know|your Bible, huh?
Look, son, just be careful.|That's all I'm saying to you, all right?
All right?
Do you know if you're|gonna go to Big State?
I mean, is that like a finalist,|or the final four for you?
- They are in my top ten.|- In your top ten?
All right. That's good.|One out of ten, that's--
I can live with them odds.
- What's up, Booger?|- Hi, Uncle Jake.
All right, I'm, uh--
Just give that to Mary.
- What's up, Booger?|- What's up?
[ Girl ]|She knows it's only a treat.
She doesn't get it all the time.|Just once in a while.
[ Baby Cooing ]
- Here you go.|- Thank you.
- Man, thank God it's Friday.|- Friday?
You better thank God|you're here, man.
I'm just glad you was able|to make it, man.
Sorry it was|so last-minute though.
Man, don't be crazy, man.|I know all the schools sweating you.
- How many you visit?|- Four.
You gonna take the extra|ten they gave you?
- You know I don't need no ten visits.|- Y eah, right.
[ Girl ]|Hi, Chick.
- That was my last one.|- Y eah?
Who was that?|She was sweating you.
You like this?|You like this, don't you?
- Y eah, it's really nice.|- Y eah, I could tell.
This ain't the projects, man. We got|like grass and trees, and fresh air.
This is Morgan.|This is Monty.
- How you doing?|- How you doing, Jesus?
- We'll check you later.|- Later on. Them boys can play, man.
[ Girl ]|What's up, Chick? Hey, Chick.
Hey, girls, how you doing?
- Hey.|- Oh, man.
Goodness. I know the both|of y'all know Jesus Shuttlesworth.
- Oh, my God!|- Oh, my God!
[ Girl ] That's not right, Chick.|That's not right, Chick.
Hey, how about Sunday?|Take y'all out of church?
- Wait. You're Jesus of Coney lsland?|- Y eah, that's me.
Look, you've got to come|to this school.
With you and Chick, we'll|definitely go to the Final Four.
- Go? We'll win the whole thing.|- That's you, dog.
- You are going to go here, aren't you?|- Well, we hope so.
It's my job to convince him.
And this is his last|visit to any schools.
- Jesus, Tech-U is a really cool place.|You will love it here.|- Really?
- I mean, we really know how to party.|- Oh, you do?
- Uh-oh.|- It's, uh, really cool.
- I hope I see you around.|- All right.
- Bye.|- Bye.
- Bye, Chick.|- Bye, Chick.
Come on. Let's go meet|Coach Billy Sunday, man.
- Forget Billy Sunday.|We need to follow them.|- Man, he's a cool white boy.
[ Chick ] Now this is what I'm|talking about. Tech dome, baby!
- Wow!|- Thousands of seats. Crowded, yo.
When they get in here,|they tear the roof off, yo.
See those seats|down there, man?
- Yeah?|- The ones in the front.
That's where all the alumni sit,|with all the money, man.
- Where? Right here?|- Yeah, man. I even got|my favorite seat, right here.
Wait. You can sit on mine.|I'm gonna warm this one up.
Feel that?|Feel the difference?
[ Announcer ]|Now, introducing-- Number 34!
From Coney lsland,|Brooklyn, New York--
Jee-suuus Shuttlesworth!
- [ "Fanfare For The Common Man" ]|- [ Crowd Cheering ]
[ Thunderclap ]
Hello, son.|This is for you.
Coach Sunday.
I hope that Chick here|has been a gracious host.
Oh, Chick has been great.
Good. 'Cause we really know how|to treat our student athletes right.
- lsn't that right, Chick?|- Y eah, oh, yeah.
Coach is telling|the truth, man.
I hope you don't think we're too forward|or aggressive with the highlight film...
- or the jersey.|- No way.
- That's the way we are here|at Tech U. We show love.|- Much love. Much love.
Why beat around the bush?
We scouted you since you were|in junior high school.
We know all about you.|We love you.
You're a great kid. Not only a|great ballplayer, a great student,
but a beautiful human being.
When I read about how you've been|raising your sister all by yourself,
it made me want to cry.
I said to myself,|"That's the kind of young man...
"that will be the backbone|of this great country,
- not just the Tech University|basketball team."|- Tell it.
-You understand what I'm trying to say?|-Y es, sir.
When I heard...|that you were coming to visit,
I got down...|on my hands and knees...
and I prayed to God.
- [ Whispering ] Chick.|- Right here.
- Dear Lord, please...|- Please.
deliver Jesus to us.
I got down on my knees,|and I asked God...
to let Tech University|be the throne of Jesus.
As you already know, this will be|the most important decision...
of your life|that you'll ever make.
Son... don't blow it.
- Hi, Chick. How you doing?|- Hey, what's up, Molly?
- Hey, Chick.|- What's up, Liz?
- This is Jesus Shuttlesworth.|- [ Girls ] Hi, Jesus.
- We're glad you're here.|- We're having a little talk.
Let us finish, and then we can|get up with y'all later. All right?
[ Girls ] Okay. All right.|Nice meeting you.
- Bye.|- Nice seeing y'all.
[ Girls Chattering ]
Lovely, huh?|Travel in packs too.
- [ Chuckles ]|- You hit those?
- About 50% from the field.|- You lying.
You can have the rest.|I swear. Look, man.
We got some serious freaks|up here in this piece, man.
- Oh, Jesus.|- Oh, Jesus.
I was into my black bag|also, man.
Yo, I was keeping beautiful,|fine dark sisters.
Nubian sisters. Africa.|The whole nine. I'm telling you, man.
Well, you know,|I got a lady back in Brooklyn.
- Her name is Lala. We in love.|- I got a lady too.
She at home,|and she ain't here.
And I ain't talking about no love.|I'm talking about...
these white freaks|here at Tech U, man.
They love some ball-playing|brothers, man.
- Let you get your swerve on, man.|- I hear all that, but--
- What about the sisters?|- What about them?
I love them, but they|make you work too hard, man.
Them white girls over there, man,|they do your dirty drawers.
Wash 'em.|Cook for you.
- Give you money, man.|- Nuh-uh!
- Let you drive the Benz|their daddy bought.|- Oh, hell, no!
- They go the extra mile, man.|- You lying.
You see Molly|over there, man?
You can call her up at 4:00|in the morning, man.
"Bitch, get over here.|Let me spank you."
Man, before you hang the phone up,|she beating on the door.
- You don't even got|to kick your own bed out.|- Man, you lying.
- Buck!|- What's up, Buck?
- Peace, bro! Peace.|- What's up, man?
- We need to stay out in the hallway.|- Mm-hmm, mm-hmm.
- Everybody in the hallway.|- This is a party. It's a long hallway.
You're good. Hey, where|the hell you at last night?
Always messin' around.|That's why I can't mess with y'all, man.
- We need to be out here.|- Don't worry about that.
I want you meeting|the assistant coaches.
- What are the assistant coaches|doing in the hallway?|- Y eah. Right here, man.
Lines and choruses|Days full of Doris's
Jesus, say hello|to Buffy and Suzie.
- Don't worry about the names.|- What's up?
Boy. I know you'll|take care of business.
Brooklyn is in the house.
Boy, keep it real.|Keep it real. It's up to you.
- Do what a black man gotta do.|- Where you goin'?
- Be right out here.|- You leavin'?
Holler if you need me, man.
Hey there.
- Sit down. Relax.|- Hi.
- Yeah. Sit down right here.|- Don't be nervous.
Beats in the game of rap, put my soul|in it, care less about the gold in it
Boom the shottie|Got the motherfuckin' paparazzi
- How're you doin'?|- I'm doin' fine.
- Y eah?|- Y eah. How are you?
-Good. How do you like your stay so far?|-It's been wonderful.
He's so nervous.|[ Giggling ]
He's so tense. Very sexy.
I know. Just can't wait till next|season when you're going to school here.
- Can you?|- I can't wait.
- I know. Hmm.|- I can't wait.
Oh, Jesus!
- Yes!|- [ Buffy, Suzie Moaning ]
- [ Moaning Continues ]|- [ Continues ]
Yes, Jesus! Oh!
Eat it!
- [ Buffy Screaming ]|- [ Groans ]
- [ Stops ]|- [ Car Horn Honks ]
[ People Chattering ]
[ Lala ] This guy, he's leaving me now.|He's right there.
And I'm just gonna...|you know, do whatever.
I'll call you later. I'll call|you later. All right. See you. Bye.
Hey, how you doin'? I'm Jake|Shuttlesworth. I'm Jesus's father.
Yeah, how are you?
- May I ask you a question,|talk to you about something?|- About what?
Well, number one, my son, he loves you|very much. You know that, right?
- Yeah. I feel the same way.|- Do you? That's good. That's lovely.
You haven't talked to him today?|Seen him, nothin' like that?
I was talkin' to him last night. He told|me that he was heading outta town today.
I don't remember where he was sayin'|he was goin' 'cause I was half-asleep.
- Nah, I haven't seen him.|- You sure?
- I haven't seen him.|- Okay.
Okay. He's waitin' for you?
- He's my big brother.|- He's your big brother?
Oh, okay. Yeah.|Yeah, I can see the resemblance.
- What are y'all? Dominican? Cuban?|- No.
- Borinquen, baby, thank you.|- Borinquen. Yeah, whatever.
- So, like, listen, Layla--|- Lala.
- Whatever.|- That's my name.
Whatever they payin' you,|I can do better than that.
Pay whom what? You ain't got|no real money anyway anyhow.
You ain't got to say that to me.|School's out. You know what I'm sayin'?
Here's what I'm sayin'.|We can help each other, all right?
You ain't got to play games with me.|Just listen to me for a second.
We can help each other.
If we work together, we can both get|what we want. You know what I'm sayin'?
Look, I don't know who you|been talking to or who you think I am,
but I'm the only one here who really,|really cares about Jesus.
- Is that right?|- Y es.
- Why don't you help me then,|since you really care about him?|- No.
What you need to do is let go of my arm.|Let go of my arm!
- No disrespect. No disrespect.|- Thank you.
I think you heard|what she's saying.
Look, son, why don't you--|What you got there, a Range Rover?
- "Son"?|- Why don't you get in your Range Rover.
- You ain't my pops.|- Don't be trying to blow up the spot!
I'm not trying|to disrespect you--
- [ Chokes, Coughs ]|- Huh? I didn't hear what you said.
- What you say?|- D'Andre!
- You can't talk now, huh?|- [ D'Andre Coughing ]
- Are you okay?|- [ People Gasping, Murmuring ]
- D'And-- D'Andre?|- [ Coughing Continues ]
What do you want, what do you need|What will you find
Don't be afraid, don't fall asleep|Open your mind
I hope this rhyme gets you in time|in space, come to a different place
Will you hear spiritual lyrical|knowledge in your face to face
Like welfare In these rappers' lyrics|they need health care
Does KRS represent heaven|Hell, yeah
Let me take you elsewhere where|you stand is a curse there for sure
Unless you're mature, grow up
If you're immature|then you live in sinister
- Booger. Booger, what's happenin'?|- Hey, hey.
- How you doin', man? You all right?|- Yeah, I'm all right.
- Everything's good?|- Ah, you know, it's all right.
- Yeah. Seen my son?|- No, I ain't seen him.
- You ain't seen him?|- I ain't seen him.
Lyin' motherfucker.|You've seen him. Where he at?
- You're lyin', nigger. Where's he at?|- I'm not lyin', Uncle Jake.
Yeah, all the times you ever been|up eatin' in my motherfuckin' house.
- Where is he at?|- I talked to him yesterday.
- Where'd he say he was goin'?|- Yo, yo! Balloons. Two for a dollar.
- Get the fuck outta here.|- Let go. You're hurting my--
All right. I'm sorry.|You want some of this here?
My bad. It's my bad.|You all right? You straight?
- You got some money?|- No. No.
Public Enemy on the disk|Unstoppable
- Runnin' the game Chuck and Kris |- [ Glass Shatters ]
- These are good!|- Mm-hmm.
-I can eat 20 of these.|-Unstoppable Public Enemy on the disk
Unstoppable|You don't wanna take the risk
- Hey, Jake.|- Hey.
- How's it goin', my man?|- Oh, good, good.
That's good.|You want a hot dog?
Uh, naw, naw. Y o, uh, Borinquen,|give me one of them orange joints.
- [ Man ] Okay, you got it.|- Y eah, it's, uh--
Not as fast as I expected, but it's|all gonna work out; I feel that.
When's your son|comin' back into town?
Y'all heard about that?
[ Crudup ] Oh, yeah,|the whole world heard about that.
- Look, I need some money.|- [ Crudup ] Mm-hmm.
You know, an advance or something|like that? I'm broke.
I hope you're not lookin' to buy no|plane, train or bus ticket outta here.
-Naw, nothin' like that.|-You're tryin' to pull a fast one on us?
- It's just I met a friend.|- Female friend?
A female friend, and I'd like to take|her someplace other than Nathan's.
Invite her up for one of them grilled|cheese sandwiches and orange soda.
Now, I know you haven't fell...
for that broken-down 'ho|you been messin' around with.
- What is a "'ho"?|Is that like a gardening tool?|- 'Ho, man. Whore.
Bitch that sells pussy.|Right, Jake?
She ain't no bitch and she ain't no 'ho.|The lady's name is Dakota. Dakota.
All right, Jake.|You don't have to get defensive.
We know you've been locked up|five and a half years. Pussy is pussy.
[ Spivey ] That's some|hard shit, my man, you know?
No poontang|in five and a half years.
I know you ain't been out|messin' around with them little boys.
- I ain't messin' with no little boys.|- Nobody tossed your salad?
Ain't nobody did|a motherfuckin' thing.
- I read in prison...|- I didn't engage in no|homosexual activities.
- that the guy who's doin' it--|- Y'all gonna give me the money?
Not the guy who's gettin' it up the|old kazoo, but the guy who's doin' it,
he doesn't consider himself|to be a faggot.
- Crudup.|- [ Crudup ] You think that's true?
Crudup. Just make sure|she's clean, my man.
That could be some dirty-ass pussy.|Go and knock yourself out.
- [ Siren Wails ]|- [ Spivey ] Thank you.
[ Sweetness ] It's all the film thing,|baby. It's all the film thing.
You see what I'm sayin'?|Lights, camera, action!
[ Whore #1 ] All right, Sweetness.|Here we go, baby.
- I'm makin' you some money tonight.|- Hey, baby.
[ John #1 ] How much for a blow job?|You wanna go for a ride?
[ Whore #2 ]|You wanna have some fun?
- [ John #2 ] I wanna get my swerve on.|- [ Whore #3 ] Wanna go out?
[ Chatter Fades ]
[ John #3 ] Hey, baby,|you wanna party with me tonight?
[ John #4 ]|This is my last 20 bucks.
[ Dakota ] You take that $20|back to your wife, honey.
This is your mama you're talkin' to.|Come here, baby.
- Dakota.|- What about you?
- [ Shouts ] What?|- Let's get outta here.
- Will you beat it. Damn!|- Let's get outta here.
- You are bad for business, okay?|- I got money, all right?
Let's get outta here.
Hey! What's|in the bag, all right?
[ Dakota Laughing ]
- Take a seat right there.|- [ Laughing ]
Yeah, huh?|Come on. Sit down.
[ Clears Throat ]
Some of this right there.
For the lady...
and for the man.
- Mm, thanks.|- And for the boys upstate.
- [ Laughs ] Hey, don't waste it.|- Shit, they need it.
- Cheers.|- Cheers.
Ahh! [ Sniffs ]
[ Clears Throat ]|So, um...
I like talking to you and all,|but don't let that fool you, you know.
There's no free pussy|around here, no freebies.
Sweetness will have my ass.
[ Sniffs ]|How much?
How much you wanna spend?
The whole shot.
How long have you|been locked up?
2,213 days.
That's six years,|23 days...
in the State.
[ Whispers ]|Wow.
How many tricks you turn|in that time?
- All I count is the money.|- Y eah?
Why don't you|just pretend like--
Iike you mean it|or something?
- I'm a good actress. [ Clicks Tongue ]|- Are you?
Why don't you|take that wig off...
and be real for a minute.
I guess that's a requirement|of the job, huh? Right?
To be a good actress?
Act like it|means something?
- [ Clears Throat ]|- Hmm?
Stand up.
Naw, wait, wait, wait,|wait, wait, wait.
Go slow.
It's a long time,|you know?
Two thousand.
Oh, damn.
Hey, look, why don't we|take this on over there.
[ Grunts ]
[ Clears Throat ]
[ Moans ]
- [ Grunting ]|- [ Grunts ]
[ Grunting Continues ]
[ Dakota Moans ]
It's okay.
- It's okay.|- Sorry, l--
No. Nothin'|to be sorry about.
It's been a long time.
Anyway, we got all night.
I'm turning the meter off.
[ Radio: Rap ]
How was your trip, son?
Good.|Whose car is this?
- What, this brand-new Lexus?|- Y eah.
Well, technically,|it's mine.
It's registered in my name,|but it's for you.
- For me?|- How you like it?
Look at that.|Power moon roof.
Got that, uh,|vehicle theft deterrent.
That's to deter them Coney lsland|Puerto Ricans from stealing your shit.
I never asked for a car.|Did I ever ask for a car?
- I asked for you.|- You must be outta your mojo mind.
If anybody sees me in this car,|that's my ass.
The way it was explained to me, as long|as it's in my name, it's all good.
This shit|is all fucked up.
You gotta take it back,|give it back, do what you gotta do.
I don't even wanna know|who you got it from either.
You don't like the color?|What you want? Blue, black, white?
- You take it back.|- Sh--
- Mm, so how was your trip?|- My trip? Oh, I had a great trip.
Best one, so far?|You think?
I don't know. I mean,|they're all the same,
but you just have a good time|with all of them.
We all do the same things-- go partyin',|meet all the guys, go to classes.
I mean, it was just--|It's off the hook.
- Did you miss me, Jesus?|- Of course I missed you.
That's all I did|was talk about Lala.
Did you meet any women at the parties,|in the dorms and stuff like that?
Did I meet any women?
There were women at this college.|There are women all over the place.
I mean, there's women on the floor,|in the dorms, women in the classroom.
There's a women's basketball team,|track team. Women all over the place.
Of course I met women.|I got introduced to everybody.
I said hello. That's about it.
- So did you fuck anybody|while you were out there?|- Hell, no!
Don't think I haven't heard stories|about these white college bitches.
Me with a white bitch?
They got 'em all lined up,|waitin' to suck your dick.
If my mother ever saw me with|a white bitch, she'd spin in her grave.
Then she's spinning.|She's turnin' over and over and over.
Don't be talking about my mother,|all right? Please.
All right.
-D'Andre and Dom need to know something.|-[ Laughs ]
Goddamn.|I should've known.
- What?|- This whole world is bugged.
And you're in it with 'em.|You're in cahoots with D'Andre and Dom.
Don't even lie.|Tell me the truth.
I knew that ever since|I left that house.
Ever since I walked in the house,|as a matter of fact.
And why shouldn't|I get paid, huh?
Why shouldn't Lala get something|outta this? Everybody else is.
[ Sighs ] I can't believe this.|I really can't.
Well, you believe it.|I believed you when you said...
that you would never|leave me, Jesus.
And I believed you when you asked me|to get that abortion.
When you begged me|to get that abortion, I believed you.
- We both agreed on that.|- I wanted that child.
- I wanted to know|what you think because it's--|- What I think?
A baby's gonna hurt|my chance of going to college.
I mean, the top schools,|they're gonna be scared away. Damn!
I'm too young. You're too young.|We ain't ready for nothin' like this.
How did we get pregnant anyway?|Let's talk about that.
Are you sure?
I'm not getting pregnant|now, papi.
[ Sighs ] I just wanna|feel you inside of me...
[ Both Sighing ]
without a jimmy.
"l can't get pregnant, papi.
I wanna feel you|inside of me, papi."
- lsn't that what you said?|- Lala has to look out for herself.
Lala played herself,|that's what she did.
And don't think I don't know about|that D'Andre kid either.
- Did you fuck him?|- So what?
At least I can admit it.
- Oh, so it makes it all right|that you admit it--|- I'm not saying it's all right.
I'm just saying that there's a reason|and I can at least admit it.
- That don't mean shit.|- That don't mean shit?
- Go fuck all of Coney lsland.|- Well, you know what?
If it don't matter,|then why are you stressing?
- You're gonna wake up a whole|bunch of angry black folk.|- I don't give a fuck!
You know|you're gonna leave me.
This is gonna last while you're off|to college for a year?
You want me to live in Lala-land?|Is that what it is?
How do you know?|Tell me how you know.
- I know 'cause I ain't stupid.|- You went to a fortune teller?
You don't know shit.|You don't know what's gonna happen.
Jesus, I have read|all about...
those high school sweethearts|who get left behind.
I have seen that movie|many a time.
I told 'em nobody can tell Jesus|what to do, but they fucking insisted.
If they were stupid enough|to give me money...
to use some kind of influence|over you that I never possessed,
so be it.
They put the money in my hand|with the promise of more to come.
Just like|everybody else.
Jesus, you have|no problems.
Your life is set.|You got no worries.
- I have nothing.|- Yeah, right.
You're gonna honestly lie|dead to my face and tell me...
that it was gonna be forever|and you were gonna take care of me...
and that I had no problems|or no worries?
- That wasn't hard for me.|- Oh, my God.
Come here.|That's it. Come here!
Good riddance.
What's up, son?
So, this is it, yo?|Judgment day?
Father and son?|Jake and Jesus?
So you ain't gonna|say nothin' to me. Okay.
I ain't got no more time to be tryin'|to beg your forgiveness or nothin',
so I'll make this|real simple.
This right here,|it's a letter of intent...
for you to sign|to go to Big State.
Right there.
I'll play you,|one-on-one, to 11.
I win, you sign.
You win, you do what you wanna do.|Tear it up, whatever.
I go back to Attica, 'cause I know|that's what you really want. Right?
- You wanna play me one-on-one?|- One-on-one.
-lf I win, you get the hell outta here?|-I ain't stuttered, son.
- The hell outta my life?|- Forever.
- I'll take the bet. You're on.|- Bet.
You wanna take them shines off,|that gold?
You gonna take|that LoJack off?
It don't come off, son.
That's one.
- That's the only basket|you gettin' all game.|- Check.
I can count.|That's one.
[ Grunts ]|Two.
Two-one. That's somethin'|you taught me.
That's right.|I taught you well, son.
A lot of things you learned from me.|This your ball?
- What you stallin' for?|- Everything you got you got from me.
Everything you got.
- Let me show you what you taught me.|- Yeah, show me. Show me!
Show me!
I didn't teach you that,|though, did l?
That's somethin'|I didn't teach you.
- That was luck.|- That's somethin' you gotta|learn on your own.
Give it up. Give it up.
Oh, why you do--
Oh, yeah!
Who taught you that one?
I think I'll go around again.
- [ Panting ] Y eah!|- It's your ball.
[ Grunts ]|Mmm, I feel refreshed.
[ Sniffs ] Ahh!
[ Jesus Grunts ]|You better shoot it. That's a brick.
All right, we gon' cut out|all that lucky shit.
- What's that?|- That's three.
- You gon' play me?|- Yeah. I'm just warmin' up, baby.
I give you that.
- You better play some defense.|- I give you that.
Don't give me too many.
Yeah. Where you at, baby?|That's my rock.
Yeah, that was luck, anyway.
That's luck too, baby.
- Just call me the leprechaun.|- That's your last basket.
Yeah. I'm a lucky Negro.
You ready?
All right.
Oh, I forgot.
[ Grunts ]
[ Spits ]
Payback is a bitch, huh?
[ Onlookers Murmuring ]
Oh, don't get mad. You're the one|that taught me to be a good sportsman.
Ball up.
What you want,|the jump shot dunk?
- Bottoms.|- What's that?
- Seven to a lucky five.|- Seven to a lucky five.
- Eight-five.|- Eight-five.
I'm about to send you|down there with them.
- Nine-five.|- You quittin'?
- I can take a loss.|- You just gon' give up, huh?
- I ain't givin' up.|- You just gon' give up.
I'm teachin', brother. I'm teachin',|son, like I always taught you.
Oh, you tired?
[ Jesus ]|Get that outta here.
You're earnin' these two.
[ Grunting ]
I thought you lifted weights|in Attica, in the joint. Huh?
Point game.|Just play the game.
Just play the game?
I learned that from you.
You better "D" up, Jake.
Point game.
This is your last chance.
Come on, move away.
[ Both Grunting ]
Game time.
[ Groans ]
What you lookin' around for?
That's game-- 11-5.
Somebody call a stretcher.
Stick a fork in 'im.|He's done.
Take your old ass|back to Attica.
All right.
Make you feel like a man now?|Huh?
Maybe you could stop hatin' me.
Is that gonna bring|your mother back?
- Maybe we could start bein'|father and son again.|- You ain't my father.
[ Vehicle Approaching ]
Let me tell you somethin'.
You look out for yourself.|You look out for your sister.
You ain't got to worry|about me no more.
But you get that hatred|out your heart, boy,
or you gon' end up|just another nigger,
Iike your father.
It's your ball.
Well, Jake, I think it's time|for all of us to go back home.
- Okay.|- No. No, Jake.
Turn around.
[ Handcuffs Ratcheting ]
Let's go.
Let him go. Huh?
[ Mom's Voice ]|Jesus.
- Jesus!|- [ Engine Starts ]
I'm gonna read a, uh,|prepared statement from Jesus.
"I'm sorry for not bein'|with you this morning,
"but under the circumstances my family|and I have chosen to be alone.
"This past week has been|a very difficult week for me.
"I've done a lot of praying|and have asked for guidance from above.
"And I do believe that God|has shown me the way.
"My sister Mary|will be coming with me.
"She will attend seventh grade|at a neighboring junior high school.
[ Coach ] "This September I will|be enrolled at Big State University...
- on a full--"|- on a full athletic scholarship."
- Y es!|- Bullshit!
- Later!|- [ Murmuring, Crowd Cheering ]
This shit is bogus.|The boy did not go for the bucks.
Hold on.|"This is the right place for me.
"ln closing, my family and I send|our prayers out to my father.
"May God bless him.
Yours, truly,|Jesus Shuttlesworth."
"Jake Shuttlesworth...
- "a... convict--|- Convicted.
- convicted mur... der..."|- Murderer.
Gimme the paper, man.|You're irking me with that shit.
About to graduate,|you can't even read, dumb ass.
Can too read. Miss Janus says|I got problems readin' out loud.
- He's just nervous.|- Man, fuck that, Sip. Finish readin'.
Gladly.|[ Clears Throat ]
"The father of the number-one basketball|prospect Jesus Shuttlesworth...
"was captured last night in the Coney|lsland section of Brooklyn, New Y ork...
- "after a week-long manhunt.|- What?
"He had escaped the maximum security|Attica State Penitentiary...
"seven days before.
No official word yet|on how he escaped."
How could Uncle Jake have escaped when|they let him walk out the front gate?
There's gotta be some truth|to it if it's in the papers.
Oh, come on, man!
Y o, Shuttlesworth.
Warden wants to see you now.
He say what this is about?
Things didn't work out|exactly as we planned,
but the governor got|what he wanted.
I'm happy for him.|Why do you think my son did it?
I haven't had the pleasure of meeting|your son as yet. I can't speculate.
- Maybe someday you'll get|to ask him that in person.|- Someday.
And when will that be,|Warden?
The governor|has yet to inform me.
For your information,|technically...
you did not get your son|to sign the letter of intent.
Hopefully that's not gonna|make a difference.
- We need some time.|- Well, I got that, huh?
Dear Jesus, ever since you was born|I been pushin' you,
tryin' to make you the best ball player|that you could possibly be,
tryin' to make you the ball player|that I never was.
I finally came|to the realization...
that I was pushin' you|further and further away from me also.
I believe that things|gon' work out for the best for you,
- Jesus was a name.|- for Mary.
You got the game.
Sip, sip, sip on this.
Your great-grandfather always used to|tell me that you keep tryin' on shoes,
sooner or later you gon'|find a pair that fit you.
The... farmhouse...
Well, I'm here to testify|that I found a pair.
House. O-U-sss...
They hurt like hell, son.
- I love you.|- "l love you, son."
Your father,|Jake Shuttlesworth.
[ Jesus ]|Five, four, three, two, one.
And the crowd goes wild.
[ lmitates Crowd Cheering ]
Uh-oh. He's heatin' up.
You can't stop him.|You can only hope to contain him.
Jake, stop!
[ Guard ]|Stop right there!
Turn around!|Do it now, or you're a dead man!
Turn around and back up!
[ Flava Flav ] Yeah, that's right,|this cut goes out to all y'all...
that's been missin' us for mad years.
One love, yo. Hey, that's right.|He's got game.
P.E., 1998.
[ Chuck D ] If man is the father|the son is the center of the earth
In the middle|of the universe
Then why is this verse|comin' six times rehearsed
Don't freestyle much|but I write 'em like such
Amongst the themes|controlled by the screens
What does it all mean|All this shit I'm seein'
Human bein's|screamin' vocal javelins
Sign of a local nigga|unravelin'
- Uh-huh |- My wanderin' got my ass wonderin'
Where Christ is|in all this crisis
Hatin' Satan|never knew what nice is
Check the papers|Well, I bet on ices
More than your eyes can see|and ears can hear
Year by year|all the sense disappears
Nonsense perseveres|Prayers laced with fear
- Beware Two-triple 0 is near |- It might feel good
It might sound|a little somethin'
But damn the game|if it don't mean nothin'
What is game, who got game|Where's the game in life
Behind|the game behind the game
I got game, she got game, we got game|they got game, he got game
It might feel good|It might sound a little somethin'
- But fuck the game|if it ain't sayin' nothin' |- Damn
Was it somethin' I said
Pretend you don't see|so you turn your head
Race scared of his shadow|Does it matter
The thought of reparation's got him|playin' with the population
Nothin' to lose|Everything approved
People use|Even murders excused
White men in suits|don't have to jump
Still 1,001 ways|to lose with the shoes
God takes care|of old folks and fools
While the devil takes care|of makin' all the rules
Folks don't even|own themselves
Payin' mental rent|to corporate presidents
- My man, my man |- One out of one million residents
Be a dissident|who ain't kissin' it
The politics|of chains and whips
Got the six missing chips|and all the championships
What's love got to do|with what you got
Don't let a win get to your head|or a loss to your heart
- Word |- Nonsense perseveres|Prayers laced with fear
Beware|Two-triple 0 is near
It might feel good|It might sound a little somethin'
But damn the game|if it don't mean nothin'
What is game, who got game|Where's the game in life
Behind|the game behind the game
I got game, she got game, we got game|they got game, he got game
It might feel good|It might sound a little somethin'
But fuck the game|if it ain't sayin' nothin'
[ Flava Flav ] Y eah, that's right.|Everybody got game.
But we just here to let you all know|that P.E. is in full effect...
from right now|till the year 2000.
Hey, yo, my man, sing it.
[ Stephen Stills ]|There's something happening here
- Yeah, yeah.|- What it is
Ain't exactly clear
There's a man
- With a gun over there |- Yeah, that's right. Ha-ha!
Tellin' me|I got to beware
It's time we stopped, children|What's that sound
Everybody look|what's goin' down
Hey, yo, I don't think|they heard you, Stephen.|Kick it to 'em again one more time.
It's time we stopped, children|What's that sound
Everybody look|what's goin' down
[ Chuck D ] Thought of that millennium|just be killin' 'em
And that's scary|Like lies buried in a library
I ain't even gotta ask it
And who's underpaid that|got fouled at the basket
I can't blame the M.V. who be|gettin' all the Benjies
And takin' them grants|for granted
Last I checked pyramids|wasn't built like projects
Or on them|government checks, uhh
Modern-day thugs|ain't got no guts
Pardon the expression|And the governor nuts
Last time in a church|be the last time in a church
Dead pledge allegiance|to CDs and movies
Leavin' reality|Believe in fantasy
Bleedin' fatalities|Too many formalities
Prayers laced with fear|Beware
Two-triple 0 is here
It might feel good|It might sound a little somethin'
But damn the game|if it don't mean nothin'
What is game, who got game|Where is the game in life
Behind|the game behind the game
I got game, she got game, we got game|they got game, he got game
It might feel good|It might sound a little somethin'
But fuck the game|if it ain't sayin' nothin'
[ Chorus ]|Ahh, ohh, what's that sound
- I got game, she got game |- Everybody knows
- We got game, they got game|he got game |- What's going down
[ Chorus ]|Ahh, ohh, what's that sound
- I got game, she got game |- Everybody knows
- We got game, they got game|he got game |- What's going down
[ Chorus ]|Ahh, ohh, what's that sound
- I got game, she got game |- Everybody knows
- We got game, they got game|he got game |- What's going down
[ Chorus ]|Ahh, ohh, what's that sound
- I got game, she got game |- Everybody knows
- We got game, they got game|he got game |- What's going down
[ Chorus ]|Ahh, ohh, what's that sound
Everybody knows|what's going down
Ahh, ohh|What's that sound
Everybody knows|what's going down
Haasil 2003 CD1
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Habre Con Ella
Hafid - the sea
Haine 1995
Hairdresser 2003
Hakochavim Shel Shlomi 2003
Hakuchi - The Idiot CD1
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Halalabad Blues 2002
Halbe Treppe
Half Baked
Half Past Dead
Halloween - The Night He Came Home
Halloween 2 (1981) 23.976
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Halloween 4 - The Return Of Michael Myers
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