Above the Rim Page #6

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is a f***in' joke.

Tell me, somebody.

Is it a joke?

Yeah, n*gger.

Go on. I got you.

Come on, B.

You know I be playin' around.

- That's what I f***in' thought.

- College ball.

We havin' a team meeting.

Get the f*** out

so we can handle our business.

So where we goin',

Jamaica, Las Vegas?

We got to...

N*gger, get the f*** out.

Am I stutterin'?

Get the f*** out!

Where we goin',

Jamaica, Vegas?

Where we at?

Hey, Bug, you all right?

I'm straight, kid,

I'm straight.

Birdie had no right

to dis you like that.

Birdie's just being Birdie.

You should've said something to him.

Kyle... leave it.

I'm serious.

Stand up for yourself.

All right.

So I'll just talk sh*t back to him

and wind up like that bum Flip.

What you talkin' about?

What, you don't know?

That n*gger sliced Flip up

for no reason.

Just...

He didn't even do sh*t.

And look what happened to him.

What the f*** he gonna do to me?

You all right?

- Yeah, I'm all right.

- Sure?

Yo, I'll catch you later, all right?

Yo, Kyle.

Flip!

Flip Johnson!

Yo, Flip, I just wanna know

if you're here, man!

I ain't gonna mess with you, Flip!

I'm all by myself, man!

Come on out, Flip!

It's me, man!

He's gone.

What the hell are you doin' here?

Lookin' for you.

Where's Flip?

He's gone.

He's probably around here

gettin' high or some sh*t.

He's dead.

It's time you and me played.

F*** you.

Why don't you play yourself?

Come on, tough guy.

Let me see what you got.

Come on!

Just like I thought.

You ain't nothin' but a p*ssy.

- Let's go.

- First basket wins.

Winner gets boonks.

Deal?

All you gotta do is score, Kyle.

Is it a deal?

- It's a deal.

- Let's go.

I ain't Flip.

Damn, that's a weak crossover.

I know you can do better than that.

Takin' off his coat.

I'm scared.

Georgetown? I don't think so.

Show me something,

and don't let it be

that weak-ass jumper of yours.

How 'bout some boonks?

How 'bout some crazy, hard,

scar-your-motherfuckin'-ass boonks?

What, is there a problem, Kyle?

Isn't that what you

wanted to give Flip?

- No problem.

- Then bend your ass over.

I lost. I owe you.

You owe me?

That's right. I owe you.

You hear that, Nutso?

The boy here says he owes me.

He owes me!

Are we even?

Are we even?

You don't owe me nothing.

You owe yourself

and the ones that

cared enough to get you here.

Believe me, I know.

Good afternoon,

ladies and gentlemen.

Welcome to the fifth annual

Uptown Shoot-out.

This is a round-robin tournament.

Games consist of two 20-minute halves

with a continuous clock.

Halftime is five minutes,

with play resuming immediately.

Teams have one time-out per half.

Other than that,

the action will never stop.

The two teams with the best record

out of their respective groupings

will play for all the marbles

in the Uptown Championship.

All officials,

please report to courtside.

Please report to courtside, all officials.

Five-minute warning.

This is your five-minute warning.

Clear the court.

So my time ain't money, huh?

I see you finally decided to join us.

Get dressed.

It's all in there, Birdie...

the money, the shoes, everything.

I don't need your kind of help.

I'm not runnin' with you anymore.

You don't have no choice.

You're right. I don't.

It ain't over.

Motaw, you start.

You, your ass is gone.

I catch anybody talkin' to Bugaloo,

and your ass is gone, too.

Now, I want this motherfuckin' game.

If y'all can't give it to me, leave now!

Are y'all players, or what?

Let's get this sh*t together.

We could definitely win this thing.

Bombers, Bombers, Bombers,

championship...

long as y'all give me the rock.

Hey, kid, pay attention.

You might learn a thing or two.

Ain't that right, coach?

Tyrone, are you about done?

Coach, relax.

Just give me the rock.

I'm about to get my swerve on.

- Good morning, coach.

- Kyle.

I was wondering if you

needed anybody today.

Yeah, I just might

need another guard.

Guard? Coach, I'm all

the guard you need.

Man, get to the back of the bus.

Motherfuckers gonna think twice

before they come inside.

This came to the office

for you yesterday.

- What?

- It's just a letter.

- A letter from where?

- Georgetown.

I've been waiting for this moment.

Y'all go on. I'll be right back.

I got to get my bag.

Good luck there, superstar.

I said good luck.

That's not very polite.

I wish you good luck,

you don't wish it back to me?

That's damn near rude.

- Good luck, Birdie.

- Thanks a lot.

Almost forgot.

Heard you're a Hoya now.

Congratulations.

What you think they'll think up

in Georgetown

about the presents you took?

Check this out.

You're not going to college

or any-f***ing-where

if the Birdmen don't win.

You might be on another team,

but you're playing for me, Kyle.

You remember that.

Good game.

After that, it's cool.

You can call me after about 3:00.

Hold on.

Don't forget you still

playin' for me, homey.

Yeah.

Just a small problem we got down here.

There you go, baby!

You said no defense, brother.

No defense.

You know the rules.

Come on, ref.

Make the call, man.

Come on, baby!

Do your thing!

Where's your heart at?

I don't see no heart!

Get in the game, man!

Pressure! Pressure!

This boy ain't got it.

Get your sh*t together, man!

Pressure!

Pressure!

Let's go! Bring it back!

Come on!

You like that, baby?

We teammates, right?

Come on! Right in there,

get your spot.

Boo-yah!

Look at that sh*t!

Bobby, you're in.

So what is it like sucking Birdie's dick?

No! Bank it!

You ain't got nothin'!

Yeah! Hell, Yeah!

Come on, come on, baby!

Come on, guys, watch it!

What's going on?

Okay, Bobby.

All right, now. Come on.

Easy, now.

Is he crying?

Drag this b*tch off to the side

with the other b*tches.

He's crying.

What's up, old man?

You got a problem?

You got a problem?

Take his ass to the side!

- How's your ankle?

- It'll be all right.

Kyle! Kyle!

B*tch, want me to twist

your other ankle?

What's up?

What the f*** are y'all doing?

Come on, man!

Time-out!

Where's the goddamn foul?

There was no foul.

Stop complaining!

This here's a man's game, am I right?

Good no-call, ref!

Get him up from here.

- Be careful.

- Come on.

Let's keep this baby rollin'!

Coach, let's go.

The time-out's over.

Got to send your team out now.

Let's go, guys.

That's only four.

You need one more.

You need one more player, coach.

Let's go.

Put me in, coach.

Tommy Sheppard.

Hold up! What is this sh*t?

He ain't on the team.

He's on my original roster.

- He ain't even in f***ing uniform.

- He is now.

- He ain't been playing.

- That doesn't matter.

This is f***ing bullshit, man!

You know this is bullshit!

Pull that stunt one more time,

your team's gone.

This is Tom Sheppard.

This is like seeing a ghost!

Hey, f*** him up.

F*** him up!

- What was that?

- What's up, man?

Come on!

On your ass, motherf***er!

Look at this!

Why are you doin' this?

It's only a game.

Not to me. Come on.

He's gonna play.

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