Coach Carter Page #5

and 500 push-ups.

Please leave my gym.

Thanks, Clyde.

Gentlemen, see you tomorrow.

l'll do push-ups for him.

You said we're a team.

One person struggles,

we all struggle.

One player triumphs,

we all triumph, right?

l'll do some.

l'll run suicides too.

l'll do some too.

Clyde, keep count.

Call me when they're done.

Defense! Defense!

Push it. Push it. Move, move!

Let's go.

Ball, ball, ball.

Ball, ball, ball.

- Yeah!

- Go.

Move your feet, move your feet.

Go, defense. Go.

Good job. Good job.

- Worm.

- White ball.

Palms up, move your feet, right?

Come out. Come out. Come out.

- Mr. Cruz!

- Good game, boy.

Hey, hey.

What is your deepest fear,

young man?

Go on.

Why he keep saying that, ''What's

your deepest fear?'' What that mean?

Come on, let's go.

Let's go. Let's go.

Move. Move. Move.

No, one more pass.

Hands up.

Three points, Cruz!

What the hell are you doing, Cruz?

You allergic to lay-ups?

You do that again and you're going

to be glued to the bench.

- Swing it.

- Right here.

Come on, last kick.

Kick it in. Kick it in. Let's go.

You can't guard me, can you?

What you gonna do?

- Can't do nothing about it, can you?

- Delilah. Delilah.

Come on, come on, come on.

- Shot.

- Yeah, Jason.

Kenyon, pose for me.

- Smile.

- Kenyon! Maddux! Get back!

Just play the damn game.

Linda, Linda, Linda!

There he is. Yeah.

That's me, baby.

That's me. l did that.

l drew that up. Yeah.

Run it again.

All right, 1 -4, 1 -4.

Linda, Linda, Linda!

All day, baby. All day!

Can't stop that.

Can't stop that!

- Hey, coach, your shoe's untied, sir.

- Thank you, Mr. Worm.

Look at that bow. Look at that.

l tied that. l tied that sh*t.

Can l get something on the bow?

Let me get some.

Are you crazy?

What is wrong with you?

What's wrong with all of you?

Since when is winning not enough?

Playing hard not enough?

No, you have to humiliate

your opponent.

Taunt him after every score.

You won four games last season.

Four.

What gives you the right

to taint the game that l love

with trash talk and taunting?

What gives you the right to wear

Richmond on your chests

and act like punks?

- Coach, they were jawing too.

- So?

You can't show some class?

Act like a champion?

You owe me 500 push-ups apiece.

On the line. Now.

- Damn.

- Oh, man, come on.

Listen, shorty, l'm just gonna be real

with you, okay?

You're my girl.

l get out on that court

and everything is just getting crazy,

all l gotta do is just think about you.

Mr. Lyle.

Why aren't you in...

- ...geometry?

- l'm going there right now, sir.

- Sir, this is Betty.

- Bella.

Bella. Bella. This is Bella, sir.

Go to class.

Don't forget that these projects

are due at the end of this week.

- So if any of you need extra time--

- Excuse me, sir. Are you Mr. Gesek?

- Yes.

- l...

...don't see Junior Battle

in this class.

Junior Battle is like a solar eclipse.

We rarely see him, but when we do,

it's always special.

Thank you.

''Surprise arrival to the poll

is Richmond High at 1 9th.''

- Top 20, baby.

- We're 1 9th, dog.

''The Oilers have posted

a perfect 9-0 mark,

winning on the road against

perennial powerhouses

Xavier and Baxter Union.''

Junior, you should read

the rest of this.

They blowing you up

in this paper.

- Come on, man, read it.

- Man, you know he can't read.

- Man, shut up.

- Shut up, Maddux.

''Richmond center has been big

as the Oilers are 'boyed.'''

Buoyed. The word is ''buoyed.''

''Buoyed by Junior Battle's

See, that's my big nigga

right there, son. Hey.

lf you was any bigger,

you'd be my bigger nigga.

Sit down. Sit down!

''N*gger'' is a derogatory term

used to insult our ancestors.

See, if a white man used it,

you'd be ready to fight.

Your using it teaches him to use it.

You're saying it's cool.

Well, it's not cool.

And when you're around me,

l don't wanna hear that sh*t.

- We clear?

- Yes, sir.

- Yes, sir.

- Yes, sir.

Yes, sir.

Mr. Worm,

what is it you want

out of this basketball season?

To win that state championship, sir.

Well, who won the state basketball

championship last season, Lyle?

Hell if l know, sir.

Does anybody know?

Okay.

What's your father do for a living,

Mr. Lyle?

My father's in jail, sir.

Well, l'm sorry to hear that, sir.

But that doesn't have to be your life.

My point's this:

l have four seniors on this team,

Junior, Lyle, Kenyon and Worm.

All of whom l think can play

basketball at the college level.

College.

That's a viable option for all of you.

But you have to perform in the

classroom to have that chance.

You have to have a vision.

Tell me, how do you

see yourselves?

ESPN, baby.

That reminds me, Mr. Battle.

Mr. Gesek tells me he doesn't

see you in his classroom very often.

Yeah, we cool, though, me and him.

Mr. Gesek is a big basketball fan.

Well, as of now, you're suspended.

Oh, you can practice,

but you can't play

until Mr. Gesek tells me

you're caught up in his class.

And that's a shout out

to the rest of you.

You signed a contract.

You made a commitment.

Now, l have your schedules and l'll be

getting reports from your teachers.

lf you don't perform in the

classroom, you will not play.

What's up with that?

Sit down, Mr. Battle.

All right, that's 500 push-ups.

Man, this is bullshit!

We won those games, not you.

That's 1 ,000 push-ups

for Mr. Battle, Clyde.

You wanna try for 2,000?

Young man, think about the choice

you're making if you walk out that door.

To the baseline.

All right. How about LaQuisha,

if it's a girl.

LaQuisha? Okay, yeah, the ghetto

called and they want they name back.

Girl, LaQuisha? Be for real.

You might as well call the baby

Food Stamp.

You're stupid.

All right, l was thinking

l could call her Harmony.

- l like Harmony.

- Harmony, oh, that's good. l like that.

- What did Kenyon say?

- Please, he want a boy.

- Figures.

- Speaking of Michael Jordan...

Yo, what's wrong with a girl?

Yeah, dog, boys grow into men,

and men ain't worth the trouble.

Don't you have someplace to go?

Something to do?

Guess he wants me all to himself.

See you later.

Don't forget,

l need your notes for history.

- All right, l got you.

- Yeah. See you later.

l bought us tickets to the dance.

Why you telling these

loudmouth girls about the baby?

Now everybody's gonna know.

People are gonna know, Kenyon.

- lt's not people's business, Kyra.

- Why you jumping down my throat?

What's wrong with you?

Look, me and coach been talking,

and he thinks l can play college ball.

All right, so?

So how am l gonna do that

and raise a baby?

l don't know. l mean,

l'm not saying it won't be hard.

Hard? lt's already hard.

The kid ain't even here yet

and l'm worried

about how l'm gonna feed it,

how l'm gonna pay for this and that.

Everything.

- l'm not ready.

- So, what are you saying?

You want out?

ls that what you're saying?

Go ahead and say it.

Look, if l wanted to be out,

l would've been out by now, Kyra.

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