He Got Game

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Shuttlesworth! Shuttlesworth!

What's up, Books?

Game's over.

Warden wants to see you now.

The warden? What's this all about?

Don't know nothin'.

Don't wanna know nothin'.

He tells me to get you, so I get you.

Thank you, Books.

You may wait outside.

Jake, please, sit down. Sit down.

I was told you were on the court.

Yes, sir. I try to stay fit, trim.

You know, everything like that.

Keep my mind occupied.

As you already know, you've

picked the perfect recreation.

Dr. James Naismith

knew what he was doin'.

- It's a great game, isn't it?

- Basketball, yes.

- You played some?

- Uh, yes, sir, when I was younger.

- You know, I put in a little work.

- I coach my son's team.

Yeah, I, uh...

I ran a neighborhood center.

Let's go. Show me that. Oh, good!

That's good, but you crossed over.

You still bailed out.

- You coached?

- Nah, nothing like that there.

You know, I see somebody out there,

a little kid who needs some help.

I work with him, give him a few tips.

- Which hand did you shoot with?

- Right.

Which hand are you supposed

to be shooting with?

- Left.

- But nowadays, uh, Warden, they...

These kids ain't gonna

listen to nothin' you say, you know?

They think they know it all.

All they wanna do is dunk and...

You know, everything like that.

Their fundamentals is, uh...

ls, like, sorely lacking.

That's strange.

I haven't had that problem yet.

Yeah, well, you...

The kids are smart.

They know they don't listen to you,

they end up in here with me.

I never thought about it like that.

Did you vote for Governor Pernell?

Uh, nah, I ain't never voted.

No matter.

What does matter is Governor is a big,

huge, fanatical basketball fan.

He played himself, four years,

varsity, at Big State.

Good, not great athlete.

He's the biggest supporter

Big State has. Bleeds red and white.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. I think I saw

something like that about him on TV.

Do you have a son named

- Jesus Shuttlesworth?

- Yes, sir.

Is your son considered

the number one high school prospect

in these United States of America?

Some people rate him

that high, some don't.

You know, two, three, six.

Come on, Jake.

Come on.

Don't be modest. You oughta be proud.

You oughta be proud as a peacock.

I always been proud of my son

even before he was

the number one prospect

in the whole entire world.

You aren't modest, after all.

God is working with me on that, sir.

The governor's made a request that

your son, Jesus Shuttlesworth,

seriously consider

enrolling in his alma mater, Big State.

If you persuade your son to do this,

the governor's given me his word

he'll do everything in his power to

cut your time here short, considerably.

- The governor can do that? He can...

- He can do that.

I'm lookin' at 15, Warden. I mean, this...

This is for real, right?

You can make the governor very happy.

He's got a great reputation

for never forgetting anyone

who's done right by him.

He's also never forgiven

anyone who's done him wrong.

Can't do nothin' in here, though.

I mean, behind these...

Behind these bars, you know,

these walls and everything like that,

I mean, something like this here

can't be worked out over the phone or...

We have to get started right away.

The NCAA deadline

for kids to declare is one week away.

- One week?

- Seven days.

Everything's been arranged.

It's all been worked out.

The Bulls ain't got nothin',

especially against the Knicks.

All you ever talk about is

Jordan this, Jordan that.

Guard!

WARDEN". You do your part,

you deliver your son.

- Guard!

- Governor Pernell will do his part.

Guard!

Jake,

what the hell's goin' on in there?

You'll have to excuse

the temporary discomfort,

but we can't trust

in your abilities as an actor.

There's little margin for error.

Let's go, Doc! Hurry up.

Where you takin' him?

- What's wrong with this inmate?

- I don't know.

- Food poisoning?

- Are you sure?

I don't know. You just rolled him in.

I want this inmate

quarantined immediately.

Looks like he ate

some of this fine prison cuisine.

I can't take a chance.

The last time something

like this happened,

half the prison population got sick.

He's quarantined now. He's contagious.

God!

One last thing.

Don't try any funny business.

Any shenanigans, the deal is off.

Can't you make him shut up?

- The guy's in pain.

- Give him something.

We got two more hours to go.

I don't wanna hear that sh*t.

Two parole officers

will be assigned to you.

Spivey, he's a black man.

You should like him. He should like you.

Your other chaperone is Crudup.

Quiet. But, as my father told me,

it's the quiet ones you have to watch.

Spivey, I'm sick as a dog, man.

Here. Drink that.

Drink it.

Spivey and Crudup,

two of the best, handpicked by me.

If necessary, these men have been

given a green light to shoot.

We don't give a sh*t about you,

or you being sick as a dog.

You wanna throw up, let us know.

We'll pull over.

You puke back there,

my main man Crudup will see to it

that you lick it all back up,

every single nasty ass drop.

You understand, my brother? Capisce?

Yeah, capisce. Can you pull over?

Please?

Remember what my main man Spivey

said. Don't get any in the car.

Not a drop, not a speck.

Don't move too fast

What up?

Let's keep control

What's up, bro?

- He's always singin'.

- I know, right?

Yo, I sound good, though, man.

Better take this court over, yo.

- We gotta play for real.

- And don't be confused

You just have to be willing

Willing to end the...

Aw!

Check out Rodman here.

Hey, yo, yo, yo! We got next!

- I say we kick these motherfuckers' ass.

- Yeah. I got the little man.

Come on, let's play ball!

Oh, big man.

Put the clamps on that kid, man.

Let's go, baby.

That's off. Break!

Let's go, let's go, let's go, G!

Hey!

- Bring it on now.

- Move it by yourself. Come on.

- Block it.

- You ain't got nothin'.

- Oh, sh*t!

- That's all right. Let's get it back.

- I got it.

- Come on, come on, come on, come on.

Come on. Come on! I'm open.

Ah, that's our ball. Nice shot, Johnny!

Whoo-hoo! Good pass, James!

- Shot.

- Shot.

Just let me know. What's the score?

Let's go, Boogs!

I got it.

Ah!

I got hops, baby! I got hops.

Center court.

You got it. You got it.

Let's go, Boogs.

Come on, baby. Let's go, baby.

Get ready to help out, Booger,

before we get beat. Just steal.

Show me something, kid.

I got it! All the way! On the fly!

Alley-cop!

Showtime!

Yeah! We're the Lincoln Railsplitters,

baby! What, what, what, what?

You didn't read the paper that day, son?

Aw!

Railsplitters! That's right.

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