Above the Rim Page #5

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Flip, you get your raggedy ass

from up around me.

Well, f*** you, Bird.

You think you all that.

You ain't no f***ing better than me

and nobody walking around here.

F***er came after me

about Tom Sheppard.

Ask Scarface.

It's his motherfucking brother.

And I'll see you later,

you cheroot-smoking motherfuck.

Come on, homeboy, let's go.

Birdie, is it true?

I didn't come here to talk about that.

You didn't come to the club

and I thought I'd see why.

Is he your brother?

He used to be.

What does that mean?

Just 'cause a motherf***er's

born into your family

don't mean you stay family,

all right?

That motherf***er ain't sh*t.

He don't care about me, you, nothing.

Okay?

Understand?

Now go to school.

You're late.

What about Flip?

It's a goddamn shame

what happened to Flip.

Let's get some food.

Let's get some food.

Piss.

He look all peaceful and sh*t.

Wake his ass up.

Wake up.

Wake up.

Wake your ass up.

Look here. Come on.

Wake up.

F*** you, man.

Recognize, motherf***er.

How you going to call a walk on me?

He's fouling me, man.

Kyle, time-out.

Call a time-out.

Time-out,

time-out.

Come on, get in here.

What the hell is going on

out there?

You're all asleep on defense.

What is this?

Chuck, your guy is hanging out

whenever he wants to.

You're walking around

like you're asleep.

Kyle, pay attention.

Get your head into the game.

You're getting killed out there.

Here's what we'll do.

Bobby, you're on point.

I'm the point, coach.

Montrose has you all bottled up.

This should free you.

Do we all understand

what we're doing?

Let's get out there and do it, huh?

Starnes, block up the middle line.

Get out there.

Come on, let's go.

What's wrong, star?

Coach take the point from you?

Watch those elbows!

- Technical foul!

- On who?

- On you.

- Watch your temper, superstar.

- Don, you're in for Kyle.

- You can't take me out now.

I just did.

Sit down.

You didn't see that?

This is bullshit!

You're out of here!

You're out of here, stupid.

What you looking at?

You want some of this?

Hey, what's wrong with you?

I don't care what you say.

He fouled me.

So what?

You still got to control yourself.

You trying to ruin your chances?

Man, they're not giving me a chance.

This is my gym, and they called

a bullshit foul.

They wouldn't do that sh*t

in his gym.

Don't blame it on anybody else.

You f***ed it up yourself.

Man, f*** you!

F***.

What is that going to do?

F***ing mess, Monroe.

There was a Georgetown scout

out there, and I f***ed up!

It's all right.

Kyle, you all right?

Kyle, come on, man!

Let me go!

I don't want you

seeing my moms again.

Your own brother says you ain't sh*t,

motherf***er.

- You better stay away from her.

- Kyle, chill!

Get off me, man.

Stay away from my moms!

Or what?

You going to hurt somebody?

If it comes to that.

You owe someone an apology.

F*** that!

Who do you think you're talking to?

I was protecting you.

Protecting me?

What the hell has gotten into you?

Ask him.

Some real fireworks tonight.

Yeah.

What are you going to do?

Go home.

No. I mean about Kyle.

- What do you expect me to do?

- Teach him.

Help him to handle the pressure.

What do I know

about handling pressure?

I'm out of here.

You can't turn your back on this kid.

You owe it to him.

I owe nobody nothing.

"Pure Talent, Fatal Flaw."

That's what the paper said.

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!

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 sh*t 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.

Sh*t, 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 f*** 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, sh*t.

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.

N*ggers didn't tell me

about the meeting.

Where my uniform at, B?

Sh*t. Uniforms is for players only.

Hey, I'm a player.

You know me.

F***, 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.

N*gger, you can't barely f***in' read.

How you goin' to college?

Is this a f***in' joke?

Somebody tell me this

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