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Finding Forrester
Marker.
Hey, Jamal!
Jamal, you awake?
Jamal! l know you can hear me, boy.
Jamal, l'm writing all this down.
l've got that thing with your teacher
and l'm working late.
So you're gonna have to take care
of yourself for dinner, okay?
Okay?
Okay.
Hey, l thought you wanted
to get up by 7:
30.-Play the ball.
-Ball!
-Play the ball.
-Ball!
-You want to change things?
-Check that.
Play ball, baby. Stop crying.
Hold on. What up, J?
Where you been, man?
-What's up?
-Sleep, yo.
-Hey, what's up, man?
-Up wondering how to save your ass.
-What are you saving?
-Hey, Damon.
Let's go.
J, break him up, man.
Take the ball, man, okay?
-Oh, he broke your ankles, man!
-Yeah!
You can't give him that.
-You can't give him that.
-l'm awake.
Come on, yo.
-You got something for me?
-What you got?
Souffle, baby!
Where's the D?
Got nothing for me, man.
A lot of good that's doing.
-lt's something for The Window.
-You ever seen him?
-The Window?
-Yeah.
No. But he see us, man.
Come on, what's wrong with y'all?
Y'all want to play ball?
-All right, baby.
-Wake up.
-You got to help me out, man.
-Shake it!
Hip-hop, man.
ln 1845, Poe wrote his
most famous piece, ''The Raven''...
...a poem he wrote while strung out
on coke and obsessed with death.
''The Raven'' is like the football team.
There's a team obsessed with death.
Always get their ass kicked.
Baltimore Ravens, only pro football
team named after a classic poem.
Anyone read it?
''Once upon a midnight dreary
While l pondered, weak and weary....''
Jamal, how about it?
No, l never read it.
Okay, l need those essays
by next Tuesday.
Yo, man, my dad saw The Window, man.
Yo, man, my dad saw The Window, man.
About 20 years ago.
Just like a ghost, like the ones
that be in our science books.
-Just like that.
-So, what, he was white?
Ain't milk white?
-Ever see a ghost that wasn't white?
-Just playing.
That's why he stays inside.
You gotta kill an army to hide here.
-True.
-Y'all play too much.
Remember Shurrita?
She used to live below The Window?
She calls me up this one night,
bugging, dog. Bugging.
Saying she heard this tapping
from upstairs by The Window's place.
Tap...
...tap...
...tap.
While she was on the phone,
she started screaming, dog.
Because now the tapping made
its way down the stairs somehow.
Tap...
-...tap, tap.
-Listen to him, fool.
And now it was on
the other side of her door, dog.
type of knife he was tapping with.
Before she can even hang up,
the phone disconnected.
-That's the last time we seen her.
-Shurrita from across the street?
Come on, man, yo.
You know that girl is a crack ho.
No, no, she was nice.
Listen, man, all l know is
that The Window's bad news.
Rules was, you go outside,
you stay away from The Window's place.
-No, stay away from your lying ass.
-Yo, J, you believe me, right?
You full of sh*t, dog.
Damn.
So let me guess.
So you'd go up in there, right?
lt's an old man
looking out a window, man.
-You'll go?
-He won't go.
-So you'll go up there?
-Let them know, J.
-He's not gonna go.
-This nigga's scared.
Yo, l got the next call.
-So?
-So....
l dare you to go up there, right?
Right? Right?
-Whatever, man. l'll go up there.
-Yeah.
-He's going.
-Big shot. Superman.
-Bring it, son.
-That's my dog.
You feel me.
D, l believe you, dog.
Man, shut up.
Go to class or something.
Here, man, sit over here, son.
Are you kidding me?
Stop playing with me.
-lt's a vibrant thing. Go over there.
-Fine.
Here, take your apple too.
-Ms. Joyce?
-Yeah. Hi.
Good to see you.
Have a seat here.
Thank you.
Okay.
We got Jamal's test scores
back this week.
-Test scores?
-Assessment tests.
The state education department
requires all kids to take them.
He didn't tell you?
Mrs. Wallace,
Jamal maintains a C average.
Which means he does just enough
to get by without standing out.
Now, what makes Jamal's case
unusual are his test results.
Oh, my God.
l see him reading all
these books all the time.
Books l never read.
And he's always writing
in his notebooks.
But that's what l see.
All he ever talks about is basketball.
Basketball is where
he gets his acceptance.
Kids don't care about
what he puts down on paper.
Let's go! Between the yellow lines!
Let's go!
Yo, T.
What up, Fly?
-How you?
-Maintaining.
Look, look. You looking
for tickets, little bro?
Dead tonight.
Sorry about that.
Come on, man.
We know you got tickets.
l got four words for you:
Bos-ton Red Sox. All right?
The Yanks and Sox tickets, they damn
near been sold out almost a month.
All right, Mr. Fly?
And by the way, why don't you go
tell Camry boy over there...
...that he need to back up
his little cheap-ass bumper...
...on that Mercedes there.
Go handle that.
Let's go, Fly! Let's go!
What the hell, Jamal? Moms called.
Tell me about the test.
What's up with that?
-Nothing, man.
-What do you mean, nothing?
This in the way of your plans?
Remember, it was your plan first, T.
Yeah, l know.
A little college ball and all.
solving everybody else's problems.
Look at me, though.
Whoa, hold a minute.
Hold on to these.
l guess this makes it our plan now.
-One thing.
-What up?
Don't say nothing
about them test scores.
Don't worry, l'm your brother, dog.
Whatever me and you discuss,
-Right.
-Love you, dog. All right?
Make sure you keep one thing in mind:
Moms knows when the game ends,
so take your ass straight home.
-Okay.
-Don't get into no trouble.
Be careful. Stay safe, all right?
-Love, dog.
-All right, T. Good looking.
All right, Jamal. Be careful.
Stink in here.
J, you see that window?
He keeps that one cracked sometime.
Yo, light's been out
for two hours, dog.
You sure he asleep?
That Methuselah's like a thousand
years old. That's all they ever do.
Yo, J, man. For the reals, son,
l don't know about this.
-l know.
-l think l'm-- Oh, sh*t!
l think l'm gonna pull the call, yo.
-No, yo, l got this one.
-Rats.
All right. Yo, Fly.
Keep it.
You gotta bring something out.
Yo, man, you hear us,
drop down, all right?
All right.
Don't stay in there too long.
Got you.
Damn, this thing's rickety.
Lucy Chapman around?
Lucy Chapman?
-Yeah.
-l'm Bannion, Homicide.
With this band playing, you need
megaphones to talk at the bar.
-We can sit in a booth.
-All right.
-Yo, look, look!
-Oh, sh*t!
-Yo, yo, got something?
-Oh, sh*t!
-Yo, what happened?
-You son of a b*tch!
D*ckheads, he wasn't asleep.
-Yo, did you see him?
-No, not for long, yo.
Jamal, would you stop bouncing
that damn ball in the house?
l got Michael Jordan's name
written in dirt all over my floor.
Don't worry, l'll clean it.
l got a better chance
of Michael Jordan cleaning it.
lf you're thinking of a shower,
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