He Got Game Page #4

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So why did you

let this stranger in our house?

- Son...

- Mary, you hear me talking?

Don't play deaf.

- Son...

- I'm not standing here for my health,

and you ain't deaf.

- Don't talk to your sister like that.

- Am I talkin' to you?

Matter of fact,

I don't even know why you're here.

Mary, answer me right now.

I won't do it again, I promise!

It's time for you to get to steppin'.

And I'd appreciate it if you don't ever

walk through that door ever again.

All right. Look, I need to talk to you.

- Why?

- Well, I just need to. When can we talk?

I don't know. I'm usually around.

Where you gonna be at?

'Cause this is kind of urgent.

I'm usually at the Garden.

- All right. All right.

- All right.

- I'll see you down there.

- Yeah, you can see me there.

Enjoy the Skittles, baby.

Now you enjoy walkin'

out that front door.

- Where you think you're goin'?

- Help!

Get in there!

Open the door!

- Who's tryin' to break the door down?

- Booger!

Aw!

What's up?

Hey, how y'all doin'?

- Not good.

- What's wrong, dear?

- Guess who showed at the apartment?

- Who?

- Daddy.

- Lord have mercy!

Booger, take your cousin in your room.

Mary, go in the room.

Come on, Mary. Um...

You can play with my Sony PlayStation.

- Good, 'cause I can always beat you.

- I'm gettin' good at...

Sit down, son.

When did all this happen?

- About half an hour ago.

- What did he say? What does he want?

He says he wants to speak to me.

He says it's urgent.

It don't make no sense.

It makes perfect sense.

He smells the money.

What I'd like to know, how does a

convicted murderer get out so quick?

How can this happen?

He's not even eligible for parole yet.

He told Mary that he was out on a work

release program or something.

The man escaped just like Shawshank.

Clint Eastwood

in Escape From Alcatraz. The Fugitive.

- He wasn't acting like no fugitive.

- We should call the cops.

- Yeah.

- We ain't gonna do no such a thing.

I think you need to go

and talk to your father.

He ain't my father, all right?

I know how you feel, son,

but the fact remains he is your daddy.

But as your legal guardians,

as appointed by the court

in the state of New York,

I feel you need to involve

us more in your life.

Jesus, we're family.

Your mother, Martha,

my sister, I loved her.

We feel responsible for the both of you.

I made a promise to your mother

that if anything ever happened to her,

that we would be there

for the both of you.

You hear me, Jesus?

Like I said, son, you need to talk to your

daddy, see what he has to say.

I told him I'd be here at the Garden.

Before you go now,

I want you to use

some of my John the Conqueror root.

This is what my daddy brought

up here from Mississippi.

Now, you rub some of this here between

your wrist and your elbow, see,

just like this here.

- Now, this'll fix you up real good.

- Oh, Bubba.

Don't nobody care nothin'

about your country, backward old root.

This mojo works! Worked on your ass.

- Hmph!

- No, thanks, Uncle Bubba.

Suit yourself.

- You make a decision yet?

- No, not yet.

Your Aunt Sally feels bad

that we aren't being included

in such an important decision.

He does not speak for me!

You do what you feel is right.

- Thank you, Aunt Sally.

- Will you be quiet, please?

What they offerin' you, boy?

What they gon' give you?

What you mean?

Full athletic scholarship.

Whoo! That's wonderful!

Full athletic scholarship, that's all?

No money, no cars,

no job for your family?

- No school say nothin' like that.

- See, I don't believe that.

I believe you're tryin' to hold out on us.

- Holdin' out?

- You're tryin' to cut us out the deal.

- What deal?

- The deal is about to go down!

I hear things.

No, you ain't hear that.

Think of your Uncle Bubba,

your Aunt Sally.

I think it's only right

that we be compensated for sacrifices

we made when we took y'all in.

Bubba! I don't want any part of this.

I'm goin' into the bedroom.

Good.

Take your big ass on

in the bedroom, then.

Why you gotta talk

to Aunt Sally like that?

I thought we were family.

We are family, son, blood.

- I don't even know why I...

- Thick as thieves.

My controls ain't workin'.

It's stickin' or something.

I'm the bomb.

I'm the bomb. Say it. I'm the bomb.

Mmm-hmm, yo, I'm the bomb.

You know I'm the bomb, right?

Now, we put out a lot of money for y'all.

All I'm asking is

that you let me wet my beak a little bit.

- Wet your beak?

- Wet my beak, son.

You didn't see The Godfather II?

The man was called The Black Hand.

I suspect you already got a deal in place.

What kind of deal?

The kind of deal that would enable

you to get your own apartment,

pay rent, pay Ma Bell, pay Con Ed,

buy clothes, furniture

with no visible means of income.

You ain't got no job, son! No J-O-B!

Now, don't try to play

me for no fool now.

- Am I making this clear?

- Yeah, you're making it very clear!

When I really get paid, I ain't gonna lose

track of you and Aunt Sally!

I'm gonna take care of you,

with interest if you want!

I ain't too old to have dreams.

Is that what you think?

I still got dreams.

I got plans, too. Big plans.

Now, why should me

and your Aunt Sally get cut off?

Anything else, Uncle Bubba?

- Yo.

- Yeah!

Check 'em.

Ah!

These are the new Jordans.

That's it, huh? Yeah.

How much these cost, man?

$139. $150 with tax.

One-fi'ty? Where the holes at?

They're on the inside.

You gotta lace 'em up that way.

- Do that for me, man, all right?

- Yeah, no problem, man.

Let's get rid of this first.

139!

It's arthritis. You know,

I got that, uh, arthritis thing happening.

Yeah? My brother's got

the same arthritic condition.

- Really?

- Only it's his left ankle.

- It's going around here in Coney Island.

- Yeah, yeah. It's contagious.

- Like the plague.

- Yeah.

Damn, what's he doin' here?

Hello, Mr. Shuttlesworth.

Since when do

you start calling your uncle Mister?

- Hello, Uncle Jake.

- Huh?

Hello, Uncle Jake.

- How you doin'? You all right?

- Okay.

- How's your game?

- Okay.

- That left hand comin'?

- Okay.

- Schoolwork?

- Okay.

All right.

So it look like you, uh,

look like you grew a little bit.

- You think so?

- Oh, no doubt.

- You ain't clownin' me, are you?

- I wouldn't clown you, son.

I know you grew...

What, a couple, three inches?

- Yo, for reals?

- It's the truth.

That's, um...

That's the best news

I've heard in weeks.

All right. Well, cool.

I'm gonna let you two talk,

you know, get reacquainted.

You eatin' them vegetables, boy?

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