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Love And Baseketball Script
Swish! That”s “horse.” – You can”t make that.- Watch me. You guys are too easy. Just wait tillI get big like Kareem. You want to be like Kareem? All his big butt dois stand by the basket. – I be blocking your stuff.- Yeah, right. Hey, look. Q. I thought you saidonly girls were moving in. That”s what my mom said.Hope he can ball. – Bet he”s a scrub like Kelvin.- Shut up. – Can I play?- No. – You nice?- Yeah, I”m nice. All right. You and Kelvinagainst me and Jamal. – Oh, man!- He is a girl! – Girls can”t play no ball.- Better than you. – What a dog.- She heard you. She can only hear dog whistles. – Check.- Check. Damn! She dogged you, man. – Shut up!- One-zip. Lucky. Damn! I got her. Told you I was nice. I”m gonna bethe first girl in the NBA. I”ll be in the NBA.You”ll be my cheerleader. Oh, God. Be quiet. How you feeling, munchkin? You tough. She needs to stop runningaround like a boy. – She”s all right.- Looking the way she does? Camille, she”ll be fine. Let me find you some gauze. Girl, who you trying to fool? Alley-oop, dad. Boy. New neighbors. Really? See, Quincy, this is howyour moms caught me. With the old fake and bake. Thought I was catchinga sister who could burn. I can”t do this shit. Boy, what did I tell youabout using that word? “Can”t” should never bein a man”s vocabulary. And why not? “Cause when you say “can”t”,you ain”t a man. – That”s right.- Zeke. What? Oh, yeah. Don”t say shit. Come on.We should head on over. Just you and Quincy, baby.I got a meeting. – With who?- Some business folks. You just got backfrom a four-game road trip. Nona, please don”tstart bitching. I got maybetwo years left to play. I”m trying to putsome things together for us. See you later, man. Be good. I love you. I love you, Dad. So how longhave y”all been here? We moved back herewhen Quince was about five… after Zeke was traded again. The neighborhood wasa little more mixed then. Before the black peopledown the street… became the black peoplenext-door. OK? Thank you so much again. This was terriblynice of you, Nona. Girl, don”t worry about it. It”s the least I could do.I love to cook. You do? I cook for my friends”parties back in Atlanta. You”re a caterer? No. Once Nathangets settled in, though… and the girlsare a little older… that”s certainly somethingMom would like to try. Do you know as long asI have lived next-door… I have never seenthe inside of this house? Let”s just have a look. Honey, put thaton the table for mom. Quince, help her. So how come youcan play basketball? I just can. I never knewa girl that can play. Momma says she doesn”tknow why I act different. – Your dad play?- He works at a bank. My dad plays for the Clippers. He says I”m gonna bea doctor or a lawyer… but I”m gonna play for them.Same number and everything. I”m gonna be number like Magic. He”s all right.My dad can take him. What was the most pointsyou daddy ever got? I don”t know. A lot. Well, one game,Magic scored points… they only hadsix-minute quarters… and he sat outthe whole fourth quarter. – You do act different.- I don”t care. If anybody messes with you… just let me know,”cause I run this street. I”ll tell my sister Lena. She don”t know how to box. My dad taught mehow to fight like Ali. I know karatefrom Almighty Isis. Bet you can”t do this, though. How about this? Monica. Sit still. And don”t siton your knees, sweetie. You”re gonna turn them black. You are lucky I found it. Someone had putyour box of dresses… underneath a pile of ragsin the garage. – You OK?- Yeah. I need to lay down. I”ve been running aroundall day. Honey, which oneof these for tomorrow? – Blue stripe.- You sure? You want to iron them both?Just in case. – Sure.- Thanks, sweetie. That boy next-door will rideto school with you tomorrow. You”ll know somebody. Hurry up. I”ll comeback up for good nights. Make it look nice, OK? You want to be my girl? What do I have to do? I guess we can play balland ride to school together. When you get mad at me,I got to give you flowers. But I don”t like flowers. How about Twinkies?My mom won”t ever buy them. I think we ought to kiss now. For how long? Five seconds? Not out here. Over there, then. Ready? Wait. “Cause you my girl,you got to ride on my bike. I want to ride my own bike. – My dad always drives my mom.- So? That means I have to ride you. Come on. I don”t have to do what you say. Forget you, then, stupid. You stupid, and your dad playsfor the worst team in the NBA. What? Last time they won,Dr. J was a nurse. Shut up! I don”t want to beyour boyfriend, you ugly dog. I don”t want to beyour girlfriend, big head. Get off me! Big head. Hey, Q. Play some “D”! Technical foul. For what? Damn! Come on, get in. Let it go. Unsportsmanlike conduct, white. – For what?- Technical foul. – Man, you suck!- Two shots. Sit down and shut up. Let it go. She feels better. Oh, please.She”s behaving horribly. I”m out. I need a sub. Karinda, sub, sub, sub. Dad, you got to talkto coach for me. What am I supposedto say to the man? Tell him to keep meon the floor. The coachfrom UCLA was there. He has me riding the bench. – You lost your head.- I was showing emotion. So it”s all rightfor you to act like that? Whatever. – What did you do?- Nothing. I don”t know whyI keep hoping… you”ll grow outof this tomboy thing. I won”t. I”m a lesbian. That”s not funny. That”s what you think… “cause I”d rather weara jersey than an apron? Please. Monica, I think whatyour mother is saying is… Maybe it”s timeyou start thinking about other thingsbeside basketball. What? One game left andyou haven”t been recruited. Munchkin, I wanted thisas bad as you did… but we have to face reality. The coach from USCwill be at the championship. I know, but chances are… Chances arethere”s still a chance. If you would just listento someone for a change… you”d realize you have a lotgoing for yourself. You”re smart. You would be pretty if you”ddo something with your hair. I don”t know why you run aroundwith your hair looking like… “Who shot Johnand forgot to kill him.” You”d be real pleasant-lookingif you”d smile. My mom”s about to be home. I”m not good enoughto meet your moms? Now, girl. If my moms knew I had a hottielike you up in the crib… she would beatthe black off of me. That”s a lot of beatin”. Hey, girl. Your hair looksreally cute like that. Thanks. So, do you know who Q is askingto the spring dance? Nope. Come on, girl.You live right next-door. Just tell mewho”s been creeping. There”s just so many,I can”t keep track. Can you give him this for me?Please? Give it yourself. I”m not tryingto look all fast. Thanks, girl. Good lord, look at that booty. I want to lick the sweat off. Quincy, so help me out.Where”s it gonna be? I”ll see you atthe press conference, baby. Four years, I”ve beenwriting about your son. Did that cover story on you twoin “Sunday Magazine.” You”d love for him to playat USC like you, right? No, I”d love for himto get a good education. See you atthe press conference. Fine. Blow me off. Never like that, baby. We should have another talkwith Coach Carile of Princeton. Come on, Pop. There”s no way an lvy Leagueteam will go all the way. I don”t care aboutthe team, Quincy. I care about the school. Didn”t we havethis conversation already? Right. You played a good game today.I was proud of you. Thanks, man.You up for a game later? I don”t want to hurtyour feelings now. You don”t wantto hurt that back. I gotta bend down lowto guard you. Anyway, I gotta getto this meeting… so tell your momI”m gonna be late. Don”t work too hard. Let”s hope I can saythe same about you someday. I love you, bro. – I love you, too.- Be cool. Hey, what”s up, man? Thank you. Hey, Mr. M. Hey, Miss Baller.Excuse me, ladies. – Way to hoop.- I know this. – What you want?- A ride home. Your legs don”t look broke. Look, big head,I”ll be at your car. I guess “Please”would be a stretch? Please. Don”t touch the radio,all right? Just appreciatethe ride home. Have a little respectfor a man”s car. Put something on. No, I like going homein silence after the game. Thinking about how goodI look shootin” that three. Don”t flatter yourself. What”s that? Some note Shawnee Eastontold me to give you. Shawnee Easton. With the bigass titties? Hey, give it here! Give it here! “Q, you are so fine. “I”ve been wantingto get with you. “Let me take youto the spring dance… and I promiseI”ll leave you satisfied.” What a ho. Why she gotta be a ho”cause she wanna get with me? She”s a ho because she”s sendsher coochie through the mail. And? She”s not saying,”I think you”re a nice guy… and I want to getto know you better.” She”s saying, “I wanna bone.” She”s honest. An honest, tramp-ass ho. But then I guess you”ll stickyour thing in anything. My thing? I didn”t know you cared so much. I don”t. So, who you goingto the dance with, anyway? Spalding? Who”s Spalding? – See?- Stupid! That”s why you ain”tgetting recruited. Who said I”m notgetting recruited? Your hot-ass temper,that”s who. I”m not the onewho put this scar here… when we were -years-old”cause he was about to lose. You know what? Give me your best shot. Give me your best shot.I”m sick of… Would you watch the damn road? I am. I”m sick of youhanging this over my head. Give me your best shot. Don”t tempt me.I”m warning you. I”m warning you. You don”t store that attitude,no one will recruit you. Please. You jump in some guy”s face,you talk smack… and you get a pat on your ass. But because I”m a female… I get told to calm downand act like a lady. I”m a ballplayer. With a jacked-up attitude. Didn”t know you cared so much. I really don”t. Good. I”m home! What”s up, Mom? What is this? That”s your earring. I look likesome hoochie to you? I found it on your bed. What you doing in my room? I have told you aboutthese fast-ass girls. We were just studying. Boy, I”m not playing with you. These girls are lookingto get you caught. They see you,and they see dollar signs. I know. Are you hearing me? I”m hearing you. No. Are you hearing me? I”ve been hearing you, Mom. How was your game? points, assists,still undefeated. Still the man. You know that. Where”s your dad? He said he”d be home later. Later when? I don”t know.He had a meeting. At : in the morning? I”m not getting anywhereby punching a clock just so my wifedoesn”t get an attitude. I came second to the NBA. I”m not about to come secondto no bullshit scouting job. I didn”t mean it like that. Zeke, all I”m sayingis that it would be nice… if you found timefor your family. You should see the trampscoming after Quincy. If you don”t talk to him… I have. You said you”d think aboutgoing back to get your degree. You saidI should get my degree. I like my bullshit job. And it”s gonna lead toa front-office position. Until then, don”t worry. We got just enough savings… to keep your fine assin Gucci and gold. How many nights doesmy fine ass get… Damn you! What about now?Do I get a week yet? – Keep your voice down!- Keep your ass home! Coming to my game? You know that,but I got finals tomorrow… so I gotta leave at halftime. You can”t leave at halftime.It”s the championship. I know, but I got a cutiecoming over to help me study. What”s going onwith you and the spring dance? You got a date yet? Yeah. Brothers arelined up at my locker. I found you someone. Found?I”m not some charity case. Ma tell you to do that? – No, she did not.- Damn, Lena. Who is he? This brother from my college. He”s in college? And he is fine, girl. How”d you get him to say yes? I told him you looked like me. Great. – Monica, you do.- Yeah, right. If you were tore up,I would not be claiming you. Trust. We”re gonna do something cutewith your hair… get you in a nice, sexy dress,some heels. I don”t knowhow to walk in heels. You just worry aboutplaying your heart out… for that recruiter tonight. You let your big sisterworry about your date. You ever been in love? Too many times. They ever love you back? Once I cut “em off. Why? I don”t have to tell you girlshow big this game is. We worked too damn hard not totake the championship with us. So we”re gonna play smartand with control… and we”re gonna kick some butt. Captain! – Whose house?- C-house! – C…- House! Lady Cougars on three. One, two, three, Lady Cougars! Come on, now. Come on! Crenshaw Cougars! Crenshaw! Crenshaw! Green! White! spread, . Down you got this. What you got, baby? Don”t get tight.She”s laying off. Pull up. Down one, down one. Come on, D-up, Mon. Watch the ball. Watch the ball. Now. Bonus. Toss up. Take it right. Watch your left! All right, watch your left! Up one. D-up, Mon. Come on. Play smart. Up one. Play smart.You got this. Play smart. Play smart. I got this. Play smart. Don”t put that out there. – What?- Reaching in. No! Come on, ref. White, – … reaching in.One and one. Bull! Let it go. It”s all right.Just get it back. One shot. Let”s go, Monica.Take this all the way. It”s all you, Mon. Let”s go.Come on, come on, Mon. Get there.You just need to get there. Come on, you need this. Please. Foul, foul, foul! Holding. That”s five. That”s OK. You played hard. It”s all right, Monica. It might helpif you didn”t look so evil. I don”t even want to go. Talk to me. Go look in my top drawerand bring Grandmother”s pearls. Tonight… don”t worryabout yesterday”s game… or the recruitersor anything else. I just want youto enjoy being beautiful. Will you do that? Here you go, Ma. Thanks, sweetie. Do you really thinkI”m beautiful? Honey, hush. Can I take your coat? You”re cold? No. I mean,I can check it for you. Sorry. Your sister wasn”t lying. Damn. Hold up. Well, I see you made it. You don”t look half bad. You, either. What”s up, black? Jason. Damn, girl.I didn”t know Nike made dresses. Guess we”ll see you later. So, you like school? High school was cool. I don”t remember the sistersbeing as find as you, though. Girl, how comeyou”re so stressed? Sorry. No. I”m havinga good time with you. So what I do have to doto make you have a good time? My mouth is kind of dry. Then I”ll get you some punch. Don”t jet while I”m gone andleave a glass slipper behind. There we go. Oh, man. You having fun? Damn d.j. Is fresh. Who is this clown? He ain”t Spalding. Guess not. So, you took Shawnee, huh? It was late. She asked. You want to dance? Sure. What? Early night for you,isn”t it? Should beasking you the same… after your big datewith college boy and all. Where”d y”all go after? – Mulholland Drive.- Figures. So, what dead-end streetdid you and Shawnee hit? None of your business. I”m sure she kept her wordand left you satisfied. That”s what you think, huh? After you left, I told Shawneeit was time to go… drove her ass straight home. After she told me… I was the dumbest brotherin the world, I took off. I was sitting inJason”s ride with him… And he was kissing on meand feeling on me and… It was really bugging me,”cause I couldn”t remember how many offensive boardsI had in the championship. And then I guesshe got sort of tired of me… “accidentally”Kneeing him in the balls. – Four.- What? You had fouroffensive rebounds. Hold up a second. What”s up? USC. It was on my deskwhen I came home. What you waiting for? Can you…? You sure? All right. What? Damn, girl. They want you. And guess what. Guess what. What? I”m going, too. They”re announcing ittomorrow. I knew it. Congratulations. What was that about? I don”t know, all right? Come on. Wait a minute. Want me to stop? Let”s go, freshman.You”re getting spanked! Point guards lead fromthe front, not the back. Come on, girl. You took her out. Girl, you need your mama? Do you need a hug? Are you telling meyou can”t take a little charge? I can take it. Get your feet set this time. Go. Next. Let”s go. Move it! Way to work it. Good job. Lower, Monica,move your feet! I said lower! Monica, this is low. This is low. You got it? Offense sells tickets.Defense wins games. Back to the line, everybody.Let”s go! Hustle up! Move it!Come on, get a move on. You got it. Come on, lift. That”s it. Coach hates me, doesn”t she? She hates all freshman. What is up with that? Don”t take it personally. Don”t think just becausewe play the same position… we have to competewith each other. We”re teammates, OK? Thanks, Sidra. Besides, I”ve been startingpoint the last two years. Ain”t no way some soft-assfreshman is taking my spot. Damn, Sid. You”re all right, fresh.Come on. You finishyour reading for Econ? What it say? Basically, it broke down… how I”m gonna makemad loot in the NBA… being I”m sucha limited commodity. Whatever, big head. Q-man, you gonna take usto the final ? We”ll see. – I”ll be watching.- Hope so. What? You do see mestanding here, right? I can”t be nice to a fan? Fine, Quincy. I can”t help itif girls come up to me. I said fine. Oh, little baby. What you doing? Quit. Daddy”s here. You”re such a punk. All these girls… you”re the only oneI know who”s for real. I love you, too. All right now.Hustle back! Hustle back! Get that, Shay! Nice shot! Stay with her. Monica, get up on her. Stay on her. That”s it. You got it. Ball! All right, now. Push it up! You got help. Be active, Sidra.Don”t reach. Cut, Mon, cut! Shot! Yeah, girl! Sidra, feel like playingany “D”? Let”s get back. Stay balanced. Move your feet. Nice steal. You”re by yourself! Heads up! Whose net? Yeah, girl. While you”re so busy posing,your man just scored. – Show me again.- What? You like to pose so much,let”s see it again. You think I”m funny? Stand like thatfor the rest of practice. I want you to stand like thatso you get sick of it… because I don”t wantto see it again. Do you hear me? That”s right. Dora, take her place. Better step off the court. Nice pass. What was upwith practice today? She tried to kill us. Can you hook me upwith some socks, please. I need my socks back. What am I,the sock lady or something? That”s what you get for tryingto show out, freshman. I was just playing ball. You were tryingto make me look bad. I didn”t haveto try very hard. Girl, don”t you knowyou just sloppy seconds? Sidra, let it go. The only reason you here… is Tanya Randall got pregnantand decided not to come. They were done recruiting. That”s cold, Sid. Just thoughtthe girl should know. Don”t even trip, Mon. She”s just mad”cause she”s bowlegged. Forget Tanya Randall. Coach wishesshe was here instead of me. So prove her wrong. I don”t have it easylike you, all right? There”s no red carpetlaid out for me. So you”re gonna actsalty all night? Yo, dog,about to order some wings. No, thanks, man. No, we”re fine. Don”t worry aboutproving everybody wrong. If you can”t handlethe pressure… I”ll understand. That is so weak. No. I”m serious. Who cares if you”re neverthe first girl to be in the NBA? You”re gonna get more playbeing Quincy McCall”s girl. That”s what you get. I got you. So, how abouta little one on one? What we playing for? – Clothes.- What? I score, you strip. You score, I drop something. Give me the ball. Home court advantage, baby.
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All right. Hold up a second. Let”s see what you got. Don”t reach. I ain”t reaching. Strip. All right, George Jefferson. Take it off, yeah. It”s all right. First try, lucky try. What? Feel the butt. Where”s the “D”? Kiss my black ass. I plan to. Hold up. All”s fair in loveand basketball, baby. All right. Strip. Come on. You trying to clown? Too bad you gotyour mama”s height. Take it off. – Come on. Do it.- You can”t hold me. You”re going down. What? What? My bad. Where”s the “D”? It”s right here. I won. I wanted you to. It”s about emotion.It”s about determination. It”s about heart. It”s college basketball. And I”m like a kidin a candy store. Are you kidding me?I get so excited about it. There are too manygreat teams to choose from. I mean,we”re talking about… the Dukes, the Kentuckys,Arkansases. But my surprise treatthis season… Is the probable emergence of USCas a basketball powerhouse. On the men”s side… the heavily recruitedfreshman phenom Quincy McCall. One of my real diaper dandies,a genuine PTPer… a prime time player, baby. And for the women… while not boasting one ofthe top recruiting classes… they are returning four startersfrom last year”s squad… which made it to the sweet . And Coach Ellie Davisfeels that if just… one of her freshmanhas a breakout season… It”s gonna be awesome, baby,with a capital “A”! And at guard… player number …Quincy McCall! Here, now! A break! Go, go, go, go! What else do I have to do? I mean, up and under between defenders with the left? That”s got to make”Sports Center.” Zeke and Q. How you doing, Terry? What can I get you? Genuine draft for me. Orange juice for my son. Hey, Pop. The numbersI”m putting up this year… are betterthan any other freshman. People sayingI”m a definite lottery pick. What people? Just people, you know. Tell them to mindtheir own damn business. Here you go, fellas. Thanks, Terry. Quincy,give yourself time to develop. Get an education. The NBA ain”t going nowhere. You”re right. Besides,the sooner you go pro… the sooner you got to deal withthe mess I”m dealing with. What mess? There”s this thing out there,this paternity suit. What? Some girl that”s beenhanging on at every party. Now I”m supposed to beher baby”s daddy. I told your mom I wantedto be the one to tell you. Tell me what? I just told you. I mean, it”s…it”s not true, is it? You got the ballsto ask me that? I”m sorry, Pop. No. If you needto hear me say it… I”ll say it.It”s not true. Yo, Q-man.Awesome game. Thanks, man. – Can I get your autograph?- Sure. To Paul. Thank you. Take it easy. Let”s go, let”s go. Let”s go, USC. Time! You all right, Sid? It”s gonna be all right. Just hang on. Stay calm.It”s all right. Mom? I”m late. What”s up, Ma? Hey, you scared me, baby. Oh, I”m sorry. You OK? Mm-hmm. I”m fine. You know, Ma, last timemy mother be drinking… Marvin Gaye died. Is it about dad? I guess he talked to you. Don”t sweat it. The truth”s bound to come outsooner or later, right? And whose truth areyou talking about? We can”t let something like thisbreak up the family. You do believe him, right? Don”t you? Quincy, just let it go. Ma, this ain”tnothing but about money. Quincy, please. How many times you told meto watch these hos out there? I should have been tellingyour father that. So you”re gonna takethe word of some trick over Pop? What”s this? I hired somebody. Ain”t that pathetic? After all his late nightsand his meetings… and I still needed proof. I used to think that I was luckybeing married to Zeke McCall. I am too tired. I am tired. Mama, don”t cry. Put your hands in your pockets. Keep your head up. Always look a man in the eye. All the time,I”m hanging on his every word… like he”s God or something. Q, I know he messed up… but that doesn”t changewhat he”s been to you. What has he been to me? The man looked me in my eye… and he lied to melike it was nothing. Like… Like it was easy. I know some guys dogtheir wives, you know, but… man, I didn”t… I never thought my popwould do something like that. What? Nothing. Why don”t we walk to my dorm? I don”t feel likerunning into anybody. Let”s just kick it here. I can”t. Why not? Coach has us on : curfew. If I”m late, I don”t suit up. I could stay a few more minutes. Don”t sweat it. Quincy, I”m sorry. All right, for real,I should be alone right now, OK? Give me a call, maybe,when you get in? I”ll stay up. Gimme the ball! Hustle up! Let”s play. Play smart. Hold it! Get back, get back! No shot!Offensive foul! Good job! Yeah, baby! We won! You see that crowd? Oh, damn, mon,I think old girl… took out your chi-chiswith that shot. Yo, T, why you so quiet? Just thinking about next year. I thought you were hypedabout playing overseas. I was, but it”s nevergonna be like this… playing in front of my family,hanging out with my homegirls. Probably don”t even havea McDonald”s over there. Girl, please,there”s always a McDonald”s. Is she pregnant? Better be Q. You could have given upafter you threw that ball away. But you kept your head,and you showed real heart. Thanks, Coach. Our final games are againstOregon and Oregon State… and I want to shakethings up a bit, so… I”m starting you at point again. But l… I thought Sidra”s anklewas OKfor next game. You want the job or not? What? It just… It just seems likeyou”re always riding me. You think I”d go hoarsefor a player with no potential? When I ignore you,then you worry. Q in the house! I missed you all day. Really? I came by your crib. Darren said you”d be here. When was this? A little after my game. Look, we wentto celebrate after, all right? But I came right after that. Sorry about your game. Hey, it happens, right? What”s up, superstar? Did you hear about your girl? She won the starting spot. Oh. Hey, where the keg at? It”s in the back room. What”s up? Just wanted to say good game. But? No buts. Thanks. Just one word of advicefor next season. What”s that? Never let a freshmantake your spot. All right, Q-man.I”ll see you. Who was that? Nobody. Who”s nobody? Look, this party”s wack. You ready to go? Do you want to go talk? Not really. We can finish what we weretalking about last night. Q, quit! What”s wrong? You know what?I”m gonna go crash. Fine. Maybe I”ll come by later. Nah, I got curfew. What are you doing here? The door was unlocked. It still is.You can let yourself out. I messed up, OK?I know that. But I ain”t that kid”s father. Lucky kid. I ain”t saying it”s right,just sometimes, things happen. Some things shouldnever fucking happen! Look, boy, you so perfectyou can look down on me? I”m not a liar. Your mama”s real quickto show you those pictures, huh? She was when she got pregnant. Don”t get me wrong, you”rethe best thing in my life. But she knew I wasn”t readyfor no marriage. You”re trying to saymy mother trapped you? I”m saying I handledmy responsibilities like a man. Now when you”re in the NBA,and you roll into a city… there”s a hundred girlswaiting down in that lobby. Listen to me. There”s twenty more that make itpast security onto your floor… and the boldest oneis there at your front door. After a while, it just becomespart of the game. I”m sorry I lied to youwhen I shouldn”t have… but I only did itbecause I didn”t want to see… that look on your facethat you got right now. Well,since we”re being so honest… Since we”re being so honest… I figured that I”d tell you… I decided to drop out of schooland turn pro. Oh, boy. Damn it! Look, man,I know you”re mad at me, OK? But I cannot let you do this. I always thought “can”t”wasn”t in a man”s vocabulary. Hey, what”s up? Downtown. Hey, what”s up, girl? Where”s your boy? Oh, in back. – Oh, man!- Here you go. Hey, baby. You weren”t at my game. I”m sorry. I had this meetingwith this guy. You win? Yeah, I hit four s. The man again, huh? No, the woman. What”s up? Monica, this is Kerry. Kerry, this is Monica. What”s going on? I was aboutto go get some food. You want to come? Maybe I should come back. No, you stay. I”ll leave. Ready? What are you doing here? I didn”t know I neededa reason to come home. Don”t be so defensive.I”m surprised to see you. Dad around? No. He”s still at the bank. Is everything OK? Good. I”m going to the marketto get things for dinner. Will you join us? I don”t know. It”s just a game. What? Every time you lose,you get this attitude… but it is just a game. Got your key? Can we talk? Talk to your new girlfriend. I took the ho to Burger King. – Cheap date.- She had time for me. You messed aroundto prove a point? You got your headso far up your ass… it took a cheap datefor you to notice me. Did I forget to kiss your asslike everybody else? You forgot to be there. You wanted to talk aboutyour dad, I had curfew. – What was I supposed to do?- Stay! If I stayed,I wouldn”t be starting. At least you gotyour priorities straight. I”d never ask you to choose. You”d never have to. I”m a ballplayer. If anybody knows what that meansit should be you. If basketball is allyou care about, why bone me? Why don”t you bone Dick Vitale? Wait a minute. Hold on. How do I know the next timeyou”re feeling neglected… you”re not gonnajust run around on me? If we”re going to be together… I have to be ableto trust you. I”m not asking for usto be together. What? I”m going througha lot of shit right now. It”s obviously morethen you got time for. How can you tell mewhat I have time for? Whatever I did,we can fix this. I don”t think so. You don”t think so? I”m entering the draft. You”re what? I”m going pro. Who knows whereI”m gonna end up, you know? When did you decide all this? A few days ago. So that”s it? Just… Just forget about you and me? I”d still like to be friends. Friends. I”ll see you around. Luisa, what did he say? He say to give the ball to you. What”s up? What”s up, Sidra? What do you know? I”ll love winningthis championship in your house. How do you say,”You”re dreaming,” in Italian? This ain”t college,and I ain”t on crutches. Can you take that damn thingoff the table? You meanmy championship trophy? My bad. You are still a cocky bitch. Look at you. So what arethese Spanish guys like? I wouldn”t know. What? You”ve been here seven monthsand ain”t tapped nothing? Just not my type, I guess. Shit. Them Italian boys? They love themsome black women. They can”t get enough of me. Do you everthink about going back? Sometimes,but what”s the alternative? Not playing? Do you remember Big Toni? She quit last yearand works at some bookstore. Look at us. They treat us likeHollywood stars over here. We just played inthe championship game. It doesn”t getmuch sweeter than this. straight points in this run.Worthy for . Stu, this gameis in the refrigerator. The door is closed.The lights are out. The eggs are cooling.Butter gettin” hard, and the Jell-O”s jigglin”. And here come the subs. It”s nice to see the subsget a chance to play. – The fans love it.- They really do. Quincy McCallis in for Nick Van Exel. Quincy has gotthe ball over in the corner. Puts up a -pointer.That”s no good. The former Trojan came outafter his freshman year… and as they go downthe floor the other way… I can tell you he hasmoved around quite a bit… but now he”s trying to finda home with these Lakers. Quincy makes a steal.He”s on his way. Open court. Look out, folks. It”s showtime! – How is he?- Not great. What is “Not great”? He tore his a.c.I. Almost didn”t recognize youwith your hair like that. How you been? Happy… and he won”t wantto see you. Hey, son. You made “Sports Center.” What do you want? Just came by to check on you. After five years? Don”t rememberthat being all my fault. Seems like you divorced mesame time as your mom. Look… I know things lookkind of bleak right now… but don”t get downon yourself. I stopped taking your advicea long time ago… or did you forget? You want me to step off? Fine, but not untilI say something. You”re a better ballplayerthan I ever was. But that ain”t the only thingyou got going for you. You”re smart, Quincy. I always knew you could doanything you wanted to. You want to play ball, son?Then play ball. Just know you”re not likeeverybody else on that court. You”re not like I was. You got options. That”s allI ever wanted to show you. How come you couldn”t be the manyou tried to make me? I just couldn”t, son. Good morning! And I thoughtthis was gonna be awkward. I got these. Not that you need any more. So how”re you doing? I”m doing all right. I heard you were in Spain. I was. I see your peach fuzzfinally grew in. Just something newI”m trying. No, it looks good.It”s cool. Thank you. Shouldn”t you be lying down? No, I”m cool. Have a seat. No, I”m fine. Still trying to bethe first girl in the NBA? I tried sneaking inafter college… but they found breastsduring my physical. That”s funny. I never did. Kiss my ass. I can”t believeit”s been five years. I tried calling youa couple of times. Oh, yeah? I wanted to give you props onmaking first team All-American. Then, when Magic retired,I tried again. Must have been my cheap-assanswering machine. It was always messing up. I figured something like that. So when you going back? Actually… l”m not. What do you mean? I”m tired of playing overseas. I”m over there by myself,no family, no friends. My phone bill is ridiculous. Thinking about giving ita rest for a while. A rest? Basketball just isn”t funfor me anymore. You know? Hey, babe. Baby. Nobody wouldswitch flights with me. Baby, what are youdoing out of bed? What are you doing? Baby, this is Monica. You guys grew up together,right? Quincy”stold me all about you. Monica, this is Kyra,my fiancee, Fiancee? Wow. Congratulations. Thank you. I didn”t know. That”s great. Well, I should go. Monica, I really appreciateyou coming by. We really appreciate it. Quincy, good luckwith your knee and everything. Your sister”s bringingthe baby by later, so… be nice to be around. I can”t wait to see her. Need any help? No, I can manage, thank you. I just saw Quincy. How”s he? Engaged. To that stewardess? You met her? His mother had a barbecuea few weeks back. He could do a lot better,if you ask me. So what do I do? Find out where they”reregistered and send a gift. Whatever. Is that still your answerto everything? When you come at mewith bullshit like that. Are they cursingtheir mamas in Spain? You didn”t want my opinion,why did you ask? I asked, but why does ithave to be so damn prissy? What do you want meto say, Monica? Go over thereand beat up the girl? Go have sex with him? “Cause I”m not gonna do it. Yes, I think decorumis important… and yes, I”d rather bake a piethan shoot a jump-up shot. If that makes me too prissyfor you, too damn bad. So that”s whywe can”t get along? Because I”d rather shoota stupid jump shot? You always turnyour nose up at me. No, I don”t. Oh, yes.Female superstar athlete… whose mother is nothingbut a housewife. That”s not it. Don”t tell me you”re notashamed of me. I know. I remember whenI was eight years old. You spent four hours cooking upthis big, fancy meal… and I guess you and dadgot your wires crossed. In he walks witha couple of pizzas… and you didn”t say anything. You never stood upfor yourself. Ever. If I was ashamed,it was because of that. That is ridiculous. What”s ridiculousis not being a caterer… so your husbandcan feel like a man… knowing his woman”s cookingand ironing his drawers. Damn it. I”m sorry. Is that reallyall you think about me? When your daddy and Igot married, I had dreams. But I happen to havegotten pregnant with Lena… and then I had you… so I had to putmy dreams on hold. You know what day I remember? In high school,your spring dance… and I put my mother”s pearlsaround your neck… and I told youyou were beautiful… because you were. That day,I was happy I didn”t have… a catering businessto run off to. My family hadthree meals a day. They had somebodyto pick up after them… and when my daughterswent to a dance… I could help themget ready. That is whatI came to care about. That”s all you cared about. I must have playedin a thousand games… and I can only rememberyou being at two. You had your coachesand your daddy for that stuff. It never mattered to youwhether I was at them games. It mattered, Mama. It mattered. Save pulls upthe original account. Shift F pulls up the open account. Oh, hello, Mr. Wright. – Could you excuse me?- Sure. Thank you. How”s it going? – Fine.- Fine? Damn, girl. I remember your momhad to beat you into a dress. Very funny. Visitin”? Kyra”s out of townfor a couple of days. Figured I”d keep my mom company. So how”s the knee? It”s getting there. Strong enoughto get you down the aisle? Two weeks. I didn”t get to send youan invitation, but… Oh, it”s OK. It”s OK.I”m probably… you know. Can I ask you something? You never told mewhy ball wasn”t fun anymore. It just isn”t. Cause I”m kinda feelin”that way, too. We had a rough couple a years.That”s all. I haven”t dribbled a ballin four and a half months. I may miss the attention,but besides that… You”re serious. Seems like I needed ball whenI was trying to be like my pop. No. I was tryin” to be betterthan my pop. Now it”s timeI tried something different. Like what? Well, I”m thinkin” aboutgoin” back to school. What? Wow. Yeah. Kyra hasn”t heard aboutthe school thing yet. She”ll probably sayit”s the painkillers talkin”. It”s a trip, you know? When you”re a kid, you… You see the life you want… and it nevercrosses your mind… that it”s not gonna turn outthat way. So why did you give up ball? Why do you keepsweatin” me on that? Because I don”t get it. Man, I never knew a girl… I never knew anyonewho loved ball as much as you. Now all of a sudden, you”regonna trade in your Nikes… for a pair of shoesyou can”t even walk in. What”s up? Just leave it alone, all right? All right. You need to put a sweateron him. It”s a little chilly, sweetie. She”s fine, ma. Yes. Her little icicle armsare so sweet. All right, ma. Come on, Lorraina. Your grandma says it”s too cold. Oh, grandma. You know, Monica… one of the things that alwaysdrove me crazy about you… and I have to admitit made me jealous… I always admiredwas the fight in you. What are you talking about? Well… I might be a little more prissyin this situation that you… but remember when I saidQuincy could do better? I was talkin” about you. What”s goin” on? We need to talk. Please? You asked me what was missing. – What?- From basketball. You woke me up to tell me that? It”s not fun for me anymore,because you”re missing. What I”m trying to say is… I”ve loved yousince I was eleven. It sure won”t go away. We haven”t talked since college. You wait two weeksbefore my wedding… to tell me something like that? I know. I probably shouldhave said it two weeks ago. You haven”t changed. You still think the sun risesand sets on your ass. Guess what?It doesn”t. Then why are you so upset? Because you don”t pull thison someone about to get married. Better late than never, right? Wrong. I”ll play you. What? One game, one-on-one. For what? Your heart. You”re out of your mind. So, what, you gonna bitch up? Huh. What”s that supposedto be, some psychology? Look, I know why you broke upwith me in college… and not thatit wasn”t messed up… but I should have been therefor you. I just didn”t know how to dothat and be all about ball. Monica, after that stuffwith my dad… I couldn”t trust anybody, OK? I was lost. That was five years ago. I”ve moved on. Prove it. What will this prove? You once said the reasonI beat you… was because you wanted me to. – So?- So… if I win… it”s because deep downyou know you”re about to make… the biggest mistakeof your life. And deep down,you want me to stop you. And what happens when you lose? If I lose… I”ll buy you a wedding present. First to ten. To five. You scared? I have better things to do. Check! One-zip. Check. Why don”t you D-up this time? Two-zip. Three-zip. Where”s the D? Sleepy? Your knee hurt? Come to play? So now you wanna play? Now you”re takin” offyour brace, huh? Think that”s gonna make youplay better? Check. Two. Three. Three up. I don”t hear you talkin”. I don”t hear you. Point. All”s fairin love and basketball, right? Double or nothin”. All right,ladies and gentlemen… let”s stand and welcomeyour Los Angeles Sparks! Fifteen and six on the year,five in a row. Let”s meet tonight”s starters. At one forward, ” “, fromthe University of Florida… number eight, Dalisha Milton! At guard, ” “, USC, number thirty-two… Monica Wright-McCall! At forward, ” “, fromthe University of Georgia… number double zero,Lakesha Frett! At guard, number four,Lawadi Malika! And at center, ” “, USC,wearing jersey number nine… Let”s go, McCall! – Go, Mommy!- Go, Mommy! See Mommy? Yay! 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