Hard Ball
- Year:
- 2001
- 1,050 Views
I gotta lock up, son.
You looking for faith,
forgiveness?
I'm lookin' for the Bulls
to cover the spread.
Duffy's here.
You better have his money.
I got it. I'm gonna have it.
What's the score?
You're into Duffy for at least five
grand. Who gave you an account?
I laid six grand
with the Barber to get me even.
Chicago's down by four.
- I got Chicago gettin' eight.
- Less than a minute to go.
Hang on!
Just hang on.
Did you bet the Barber with
my money? You're not that stupid.
Shut up, Duffy. In 1 8 seconds,
you'll have your money.
Oh, and he gets hammered,
and in it goes!
Sh*t!
Okay, if he makes both,
it's eight. I push. I'm even.
Flagrant foul.
He shoots that first.
- That's bullshit!
- You're screwed if he makes three.
Grab him!
Get off of me!
I'm first, O'Neill!
You always pay me first!
You wanna kick my ass?
No one can kick my ass
better than I can.
Hey, Conor, it's Ticky!
Did you bring money
for the summons?
- What's that?
- Did you bring money to get me out?
- Damn, you got "zactly's" breath.
- "Zactly's breath"?
Your breath smells zactly like
your ass. Damn, that's nasty.
Did you pay them?
They said it's 580.
- I need the tickets.
- Which ones?
You got two pair on the floor
for the Bulls-Rockets.
The game's not till 7:00.
- It's 5:
00. Tell me where they are.- What?
- Sh*t.
- Come on.
They're under the religious statue
on my dresser.
Wait, Ticky!
You gotta get 1,200.
- You gotta pay to get me out!
- I already did.
- Yeah?
- It's Ticky. Let me in.
Ticky. Thank God.
I really need that money. How much
did you get for the tickets?
Jesus!
Hey, O'Neill. Remember me?
They grabbed me outside
the United Center.
- Yeah, you're the Barber's son.
- Yeah.
Remember making that phone call
from Michael Pistone's wedding?
- Get off of me.
- You talked to me.
You said, "This is O'Neill,
number 55. What's my limit?"
So I check 55,
and I see you got six grand.
So you put that six grand down
on Milwaukee, and they tank.
So I ask my old man about O'Neill
on 55, and guess what he tells me.
- That guy died four months ago.
- Look, tell the Barber--
You bet six grand on your
dead father's account.
- I need some money right now!
- I'll give you everything I got.
All right. That's a start.
Relax.
Forty-seven dollars.
All right, you owe 6,600.
You pay me a grand a week
until I say stop.
- That's ridiculous. 500.
- 750. Bring it to the barber shop.
You don't want me
to come back here.
They grabbed me outside
the United Center!
Excuse me. I'm Conor O'Neill.
I got an 11:
30 with James Fleming.Can you lend me...
twelve grand?
What-- do you need to
bury your father again?
What?
Did you dig the guy up
or something?
- What are you, freakin' sick?
- I'm sick?
Four months ago
you come in here crying...
about how you need $5,000
to bury your old man.
I talked to Mahoney
at Mikey's wedding.
It seems he also gave you
And I'm gonna pay Mahoney back.
I don't give a sh*t
how much you owe Mahoney.
Listen, Jimmy, I'm really up
against it right now with Duffy--
And I really don't give a sh*t
how much you owe the bookies.
Come back in here.
You know, this...
just might help you.
-Jimmy, this is only 500 bucks.
- I know.
You're going to coach
a kids' baseball team with me.
Jimmy, I don't think you understand
I'm gonna pay you $500 a week
for the next ten weeks.
That's week one.
-Jimmy, I ain't no good with kids.
- You know, Conor...
I do this to give something
back to the community.
You don't want to do it,
give me the check back.
So, I'll see you
at the field tomorrow.
- 3:
30.- Where is it?
Right behind that Baptist church
where you used to buy reefer.
The only thing behind that church
is those shitty housing projects.
I'll see you tomorrow.
I'll whack this sh*t to the gate.
You ain't gonna mess with me.
Sh*t.
Yo, check out Coach Jimmy's whip!
Oh, damn, this sh*t is pimped.
Whoa, guys,
don't touch the car.
Yo, Coach Jimmy.
Here's my extra inhaler...
and here's my Sugar Babies
for when my blood needs sugar.
Mom says I do better
when my blood's got sugar in it.
What's your name again?
-Jefferson Albert Tibbs. But--
- Everybody listen!
is Coach Conor.
He'll be taking over
the day-to-day operations.
- What?
- That bum guy's our coach?
to give you the equipment.
Jimmy, I can't do this by myself.
Here's your roster, schedule,
Sugar Babies, inhaler.
I gotta be in New York three weeks.
Training seminar. Can't be avoided.
- Good luck.
- Hey, wait, Jimmy.
- Wait.
- What's wrong with that man?
Wait, wait, wait!
How am I gonna get my money?
Every Monday, Ellen will have
- Five hundred, right?
- Every Monday.
- You bet.
I'll see ya.
- Andre Ray Peetes?
- 'Sup, my brother!
- What position do you play?
- Big Willie.
Whatever, man--
I got mad power.
I pound the sh*t to the gate, yo!
Damn right.
Miles Penn field II?
- This dude.
- Him.
What position does he play?
He says he can pitch, Coach Conor,
- What's your name ?
-Jefferson Albert Tibbs.
Mom says I can play anywhere.
My asthma and all,
You know, Mom said that
some boys just plain big-boned.
And some boys
just plain fat-assed.
Hi. Matt Hyland,
head of the coaches' committee.
- You the Kekambas?
- What?
- Are you the Kekambas?
- Yeah, b*tch, we the Kekambas.
So, what's up?
Smyth and Stevens Securities?
He's out of town on business.
I'm assisting him.
What do you got--
six or seven kids?
If you can't field a team,
the league'll drop ya.
I'll tell Coach Fleming--
This is Darryl Mackey.
He's the president of the league.
Last year was a mess.
We had to cancel games
because we'd show up...
and the other team
would have five kids.
Waste of everybody's time.
We're just trying to save everyone
a whole lot of trouble, okay?
If you can't field a nine-man team,
you and the Kekambas should go home.
Smyth and Stevens Securities...
and submit a roster by Friday.
- Friday.
- All right?
Yo, Coach.
Kofi and Ray. Ray want to play.
Is that Kofi Evans and...
- Raymont Bennet?
- Yeah, Coach.
But Miss Wilkes
ain't gonna let them play.
Wait, hey, hey!
Who's Miss Wilkes?
She teaches Saint Malachy. She gets
on my damn nerves, I swear to God!
She is real mean, Coach.
She's an old nasty lady. She tell
Do you know she called my house
every night last year? Every night.
- She won't let these guys play?
- Hell, no!
She said they couldn't play ball
until they do these book reports.
- Kofi ain't doin' sh*t.
- Ray Ray neither. They're like...
"B*tch, quit that noise."
Hey, can we cool it
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