Coach Carter Page #2

- Sir.

- Sir.

l'm going to give you contracts.

lf you sign and honor

your side of them,

we are going to be successful.

Damn, do l get a signing bonus

for signing this contract?

Yes, sir.

You get to become a winner.

Because if there's one thing l know,

it is this:

The losing stops now.

Starting today, you will play

like winners, act like winners,

and most importantly,

you will be winners.

lf you listen and learn,

you'll win basketball games.

And, gentlemen, winning in here...

...is the key to winning out there.

This contract states that you will

maintain a 2.3 grade point average.

You will attend all your classes

and you will sit in the front row

of those classes.

- Yo, this a country-ass nigga, dog.

- Excuse me.

- Did you say something, sir?

- Worm was wondering,

are you some country church nigga,

with your tie on and all that?

- Right.

- That's what you wanna say, right?

And what is your name, sir?

l'm Timo Cruz, sir.

Well, Mr. Cruz and Mr. Worm,

what you should both know

is we treat ourselves with respect.

We don't use the word ''nigga.''

Are you some preacher man

or some sh*t?

Because God ain't gonna do you

no good in this neighborhood.

- l live in this neighborhood, sir.

- Sir.

Can you believe

this uppity Negro, sir?

Okay, Mr. Cruz...

- ...leave the gym right now.

- For what?

l'll ask you one last time

to leave the gym

- before l help you leave.

- Before you what?

Do you even know who l am?

From what l can see, a very confused

and scared young man.

Scared of who? Scared of you?

l'm supposed to be scared of you?

Nigga, l ain't scared of nobody.

l will lay your ass out.

l don't think so.

All right.

What you doing? Get off me!

Teachers ain't supposed

to touch students.

l'm not a teacher.

l'm your new basketball coach.

This ain't over!

ls there anybody else

who's not feeling this contract?

Come on, man, where you going?

l don't do high school contracts.

Tell us when you need

the real ballers.

l will do that, sir.

There goes our two leading scorers

from last season, man.

There goes our two leading scorers

from last season, man.

Then l guess we'll have new

leading scorers this season, huh?

Now, l cannot teach you the game

of basketball

until your conditioning is at a level

that allows me to do so.

Gentlemen, report to the baseline.

To the baseline!

l presume you all know

what suicides are.

So...

l saw the St. Francis game

the other night.

None of you have a problem

shooting the ball.

You all had a problem

getting up and down the court.

lf you are late, you will run.

lf you give me attitude,

you will do push-ups.

So you can push-up or shut up.

That's up to you.

- Yo, how many we gonna do?

- Sir.

Yo, sir, how many we gonna do?

Let's see how many you can do

in one hour and seven minutes.

Fellas, don't make me

commit homicide.

l said, suicides!

Put your hand on the line!

Put your hand on the line!

Damn, l can't keep this sh*t up, man.

l can barely walk.

- l know, my legs is hella sore, son.

- Need some Gatorade or something.

- There go your girl right there, son.

- Yeah.

Hey, what's with you and her homeys?

You gonna try to holler at them?

Man, l'm hollering

at both of the friends.

- Both of them?

- Yeah, because l need that.

You know, l need variety in my life.

l can't just have one girl.

You know what l'm saying?

l need both.

Hey.

- What's up, baby?

- How you doing?

Ladies, ladies, ladies. Y'all heard

about that two-for-one special, right?

Two of you, one of me.

Now, that's special.

- Please. Whatever, Worm.

- Yeah, special ed.

- Get your arm off me.

- l like this fox.

You working that chinchilla.

But, look, baby, me and you...

You need to tell him to stop playing it

so close. She don't even like him.

- Why not? Worm's the man.

- Worm is Worm.

Anyway, l got something

for the baby today.

We don't even know if it's a baby yet.

l mean, it's kind of early.

You ain't even been

to the doctor yet.

Hello? l passed the pregnancy test,

Kenyon. Three times.

- These are kind of cute, though.

- l know, l got good taste, right?

Yeah, all right.

Precious little shoes.

Well, l got a little

somethin'-somethin' for you too.

Thank you.

This definitely is a little something.

- Where'd you get this?

- Don't sleep on the 99 Cent Store.

Kenyon!

- What? What's up?

- What are you doing? Give me!

- Are you crazy?

- Are you crazy?

You got that for 99 cents?

l've been there.

You can get three brooms and a bucket

for 99 cents, with some toilet paper.

That's like thread.

That's not even half a shoelace.

Well, would you like to see me

in this shoelace?

Quick feet! Let me see quick feet!

Touch the floor! Stay big! Stay big!

Three push-ups and move.

One! Two! Three!

Let's go. Explode!

Let me hear you. Let me hear you!

Let me hear it.

Explode! Worm, explode!

Touch the floor! Touch the floor!

Give me five!

Just give me five! Push!

Push! Go! Go!

Let me hear you!

Come on, close out!

Explode! Let's go!

Sir, you're 20 minutes late.

That's ten suicides for the

whole team, 250 push-ups for you.

This ain't the track team, man.

Nor is it the debate team, Mr. Lyle.

But you're right.

And because you're right,

that's 20 suicides for the entire team

and you get the privilege

of joining Mr. Battle

- with 250 push-ups of your own.

- What, are you serious?

- Yeah.

- This is bullshit!

Good answer, Mr. Battle.

Johnny, tell him what he's won.

Because you gave

such a good answer

and you gave the coach attitude,

you win the bonus prize

of 500 push-ups!

And would you like to go

for the grand prize of a thousand?

No, sir.

To the baseline!

On my whistle! Let's go!

J.B., come on, baby.

l can't even move, son.

Like, every muscle on my body hurts.

- You can't say nothing to him.

- Why can't l say nothing to him?

l'm a white boy? Man, what the--?

Right here. Right here.

Get this dude right here. Get this dude.

Where you going, homey?

Where you going, huh?

- l ain't got sh*t.

- What?

Please don't shoot me, man.

Go on, take my bag, dog!

Run your sh*t, homey!

That's some bullshit, Cruz!

Yo, l'm gonna visit you in County, dog.

l'm just playing, B.

Look at you!

Damn! l seen y'all

walking from up the block

like somebody put a pipe

in your asses.

You all right, dog?

Look, y'all wasn't winning with me,

but y'all damn sure

look sad without me.

But you know what?

l'm gonna watch y'all play.

See y'all get your asses kicked.

Yo! l'd love to shoot the sh*t with

you b*tches all night, but l gotta go.

- All right.

- Yo, who that, man?

That's my cousin, Renny.

l'm gonna check y'all.

Come on, let's go.

Yo, Worm, you need a ride?

- No, l'm straight, man.

- You sure?

- Yeah, l'm good.

- All right, my nigga.

- One love.

- All right, Lyle!

Don't let nobody else put a pipe

up your ass, or you might like it!

Hey, you was scared, huh?

l wasn't scared.

The state only requires

that they have a 2.0 average to play.

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