He Got Game Page #10

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J-J, come on,

give the guy a break, man.

Come on,

go strong, Jesus.

- Why you cheating, man?

- How did I cheat?

- Don't tell me how to raise my son.

- Stop pushing me.

So I'm pushing you. So what?

Show me what you got.

Stop pushing me.

- Take it! Take it!

- Go strong, baby.

- Like nobody's better than you!

- I'm supposed to be scared?

Yes. That's what

I'm talking about.

No matter what I say to you, I ain't

got nothing to do with your game.

It's between you

and the rim.

Don't be afraid of nobody.

That's right.

Elbow me if--

Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!

- Go strong.

- Get out of here.

Go get it, the ball.

Go get it.

- Whoa, whoa.

- Get up.

- Foul, man!

- All right, you got foul. No harm.

Respect my call. Besides, that wasn't

a foul. That was attempted murder!

What you mean, respect your call?

Ain't nobody even hardly touch you.

- What you trying to prove?

- Just get up, boy, and stop

crying. Give me the ball.

- Give me the ball, man.

- What you doing?

- Check it out--

- Hey, respect my call.

- Besides, that wasn't a foul--

- Don't start yelling at me, boy.

No harm. No foul.

Are you hurt? You bleeding?

What you think? I want to see

you get pushed like that. Ow!

- You gonna cry now or something?

- Why you got to push-- Whoa!

- Take the ball out. Huh?

- Man, I quit, man.

- Man, I quit!

- You quit?

- What?

- I quit. I'm out of here.

Oh, you out of here now. You're

gonna quit like a little b*tch, huh?

Big b*tch!

You better go

and get my ball!

- I ain't getting a damn thing!

- Jesus!

- Daddy, leave me alone!

- Jake, that's some wrong sh*t, man.

I'm out of here, man.

F***, that's why

he ain't gonna make it.

That's why he

ain't gonna make it.

Damn, I can't believe he threw

that sh*t over the fence.

What's the matter, baby?

You don't like the food.

The food is fine.

Just not hungry.

- Where's your daddy?

- I don't know, and I don't care.

Uncle Jake must have beat him

in basketball again. Ow!

- Stop hitting on him.

- Tell him to stop then. He

always getting on my nerves.

No, I'm not going

to tell him to shut up,

and these basketball wars between

you and your father have got to stop.

I just asked your son

where you were.

Don't they feed you

at home, Booger?

How you doing, baby?

Your food was getting cold,

so I put it in the oven.

You know, when you threw that ball

over the fence, it got lost.

You know that, right?

Paid my hard-earned money for that

basketball. You know that, don't you?

We can always buy

a new basketball.

Yeah, we don't need

a new ball, okay?

We had a ball already.

Besides, you need to learn how

to respect other people's property.

Ball belonged to me,

not to him.

- Mommy, can I be excused?

- No, you cannot. Sit your ass down.

- I'm finished!

- Yeah, well, you ain't excused though.

- He's done, Jake.

- I ain't done. Sit your black ass down.

And it's time for you to go.

And put the bread back down.

- Trying to sneak bread all the time.

- Bye, Jesus!

I said sit down. I'm your daddy

and you're gonna do what I tell you.

Don't raise your voice.

Do what I tell you to do,

and I'm telling you to sit down.

- So? I'm finished.

- What?

- You hear what I say to you, huh?

- Jake!

- Boy, when I tell you to sit down--

- Get off me!

- When I tell you to sit down--

- Jake, get off him!

- Get up off me!

- Get off him! What's wrong with you?

Are you out of your mind?

Stop it! Please!

Baby?

- Mommy? Mommy?

- Baby?

- Get up. Get up.

- Wake up, baby.

Baby, wake up.

Call 9-1-1, son.

Call 9-1-1. Go ahead.

Call 9-1-1. Go, go.

Come on, let's walk.

I knew you was going to come though.

I appreciate it, though, son.

Yeah, I appreciate you for coming

to meet me and everything like that.

I got this for Mary here. You know,

I thought she might like these here.

My all-time favorite ballplayer

was Earl Monroe.

Earl the Pearl.

Yeah, he was nice. See, everybody

remember him from the Knicks,

you know, when he helped win

that second championship.

I'm talking about when he was with the

Bullets down at Winston-Salem Stadium...

before that game, with 42 points

a game the whole season.

41.6...

the whole season.

But the Knicks, they put the shackles on

him, man, you know, on his whole game.

They locked him up,

like in a straitjacket or something.

When he was in the streets of Philly,

the playgrounds,

he was like--

- You know what they called him?

- What?

Jesus. That's what they called him--

Jesus. 'Cause he was the truth.

Then the white media got a hold of it.

Then they got to call him Black Jesus.

He can't just be Jesus.

He got to be Black Jesus.

You know, but still...

he was the truth.

So that's the real reason

why you got your name.

You named me Jesus after Earl Monroe,

and not Jesus in the Bible?

Not Jesus of the Bible,

Jesus of North Philadelphia.

Jesus of the playgrounds.

That's the truth, son.

The way he dished, the way

he, you know, he spinned.

You know how you do,

coming off and all that. Taw!

I want you to go

to Big State, son.

That's the real reason

why I'm out here.

That's the reason

they let me out.

You find it in your heart to go

to Big State, and, uh...

they may let me out

on an early parole.

-So that's what this is all about, huh?

-That's a part of it.

- Jake, you just like everybody else.

- I ain't like everybody else.

I ain't like everybody else.

Everybody else ain't your father.

Everybody else ain't

bring you in this world.

Everybody else don't care

about you, son.

Like that girl you running with.

You know her, Lay-- Layla?

- Lala!

- Lala. You know her?

- Yeah, I know her.

- Yeah, she know you like a book too.

Many a great man, son,

their downfall was 'cause of a woman.

- You talking about Samson and Delilah.

- Yeah, that's right.

Him too. Him too.

You see I don't cut my hair, right?

So you do know

your Bible, huh?

Look, son, just be careful.

That's all I'm saying to you, all right?

All right?

Do you know if you're

gonna go to Big State?

I mean, is that like a finalist,

or the final four for you?

- They are in my top ten.

- In your top ten?

All right. That's good.

One out of ten, that's--

I can live with them odds.

- What's up, Booger?

- Hi, Uncle Jake.

All right, I'm, uh--

Just give that to Mary.

- What's up, Booger?

- What's up?

She knows it's only a treat.

She doesn't get it all the time.

Just once in a while.

Aww.

- Here you go.

- Thank you.

- Man, thank God it's Friday.

- Friday?

You better thank God

you're here, man.

I'm just glad you was able

to make it, man.

Sorry it was

so last-minute though.

Man, don't be crazy, man.

I know all the schools sweating you.

- How many you visit?

- Four.

You gonna take the extra

ten they gave you?

- You know I don't need no ten visits.

- Yeah, right.

Hi, Chick.

- That was my last one.

- Yeah?

Who was that?

She was sweating you.

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