He Got Game Page #13

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How was your trip, son?

Good.

Whose car is this?

- What, this brand-new Lexus?

- Yeah.

Well, technically,

it's mine.

It's registered in my name,

but it's for you.

- For me?

- How you like it?

LS400.

Look at that.

Power moon roof.

Got that, uh,

vehicle theft deterrent.

That's to deter them Coney lsland

Puerto Ricans from stealing your sh*t.

I never asked for a car.

Did I ever ask for a car?

- I asked for you.

- You must be outta your mojo mind.

If anybody sees me in this car,

that's my ass.

The way it was explained to me, as long

as it's in my name, it's all good.

This sh*t

is all f***ed up.

You gotta take it back,

give it back, do what you gotta do.

I don't even wanna know

who you got it from either.

You don't like the color?

What you want? Blue, black, white?

- You take it back.

- Sh--

- Mm, so how was your trip?

- My trip? Oh, I had a great trip.

Best one, so far?

You think?

I don't know. I mean,

they're all the same,

but you just have a good time

with all of them.

We all do the same things-- go partyin',

meet all the guys, go to classes.

I mean, it was just--

It's off the hook.

- Did you miss me, Jesus?

- Of course I missed you.

That's all I did

was talk about Lala.

Did you meet any women at the parties,

in the dorms and stuff like that?

Did I meet any women?

There were women at this college.

There are women all over the place.

I mean, there's women on the floor,

in the dorms, women in the classroom.

There's a women's basketball team,

track team. Women all over the place.

Of course I met women.

I got introduced to everybody.

I said hello. That's about it.

- So did you f*** anybody

while you were out there?

- Hell, no!

Don't think I haven't heard stories

about these white college b*tches.

Me with a white b*tch?

They got 'em all lined up,

waitin' to suck your dick.

If my mother ever saw me with

a white b*tch, she'd spin in her grave.

Then she's spinning.

She's turnin' over and over and over.

Don't be talking about my mother,

all right? Please.

All right.

D'Andre and Dom need to know something.

Goddamn.

I should've known.

- What?

- This whole world is bugged.

And you're in it with 'em.

You're in cahoots with D'Andre and Dom.

Don't even lie.

Tell me the truth.

I knew that ever since

I left that house.

Ever since I walked in the house,

as a matter of fact.

And why shouldn't

I get paid, huh?

Why shouldn't Lala get something

outta this? Everybody else is.

I can't believe this.

I really can't.

Well, you believe it.

I believed you when you said...

that you would never

leave me, Jesus.

And I believed you when you asked me

to get that abortion.

When you begged me

to get that abortion, I believed you.

- We both agreed on that.

- I wanted that child.

- I wanted to know

what you think because it's--

- What I think?

A baby's gonna hurt

my chance of going to college.

I mean, the top schools,

they're gonna be scared away. Damn!

I'm too young. You're too young.

We ain't ready for nothin' like this.

How did we get pregnant anyway?

Let's talk about that.

Are you sure?

I'm not getting pregnant

now, papi.

I just wanna

feel you inside of me...

without a jimmy.

"l can't get pregnant, papi.

I wanna feel you

inside of me, papi."

- lsn't that what you said?

- Lala has to look out for herself.

Lala played herself,

that's what she did.

And don't think I don't know about

that D'Andre kid either.

- Did you f*** him?

- So what?

At least I can admit it.

- Oh, so it makes it all right

that you admit it--

- I'm not saying it's all right.

I'm just saying that there's a reason

and I can at least admit it.

- That don't mean sh*t.

- That don't mean sh*t?

- Go f*** all of Coney lsland.

- Well, you know what?

If it don't matter,

then why are you stressing?

- You're gonna wake up a whole

bunch of angry black folk.

- I don't give a f***!

You know

you're gonna leave me.

This is gonna last while you're off

to college for a year?

You want me to live in Lala-land?

Is that what it is?

How do you know?

Tell me how you know.

- I know 'cause I ain't stupid.

- You went to a fortune teller?

You don't know sh*t.

You don't know what's gonna happen.

Jesus, I have read

all about...

those high school sweethearts

who get left behind.

I have seen that movie

many a time.

I told 'em nobody can tell Jesus

what to do, but they f***ing insisted.

If they were stupid enough

to give me money...

to use some kind of influence

over you that I never possessed,

so be it.

They put the money in my hand

with the promise of more to come.

Just like

everybody else.

Jesus, you have

no problems.

Your life is set.

You got no worries.

- I have nothing.

- Yeah, right.

You're gonna honestly lie

dead to my face and tell me...

that it was gonna be forever

and you were gonna take care of me...

and that I had no problems

or no worries?

- That wasn't hard for me.

- Oh, my God.

Come here.

That's it. Come here!

Good riddance.

What's up, son?

So, this is it, yo?

Judgment day?

Father and son?

Jake and Jesus?

So you ain't gonna

say nothin' to me. Okay.

I ain't got no more time to be tryin'

to beg your forgiveness or nothin',

so I'll make this

real simple.

This right here,

it's a letter of intent...

for you to sign

to go to Big State.

Right?

Right there.

I'll play you,

one-on-one, to 11.

I win, you sign.

You win, you do what you wanna do.

Tear it up, whatever.

I go back to Attica, 'cause I know

that's what you really want. Right?

- You wanna play me one-on-one?

- One-on-one.

-lf I win, you get the hell outta here?

-I ain't stuttered, son.

- The hell outta my life?

- Forever.

- I'll take the bet. You're on.

- Bet.

You wanna take them shines off,

that gold?

You gonna take

that LoJack off?

It don't come off, son.

Check.

Aah!

That's one.

- That's the only basket

you gettin' all game.

- Check.

One.

I can count.

That's one.

Two.

Two-one. That's somethin'

you taught me.

That's right.

I taught you well, son.

A lot of things you learned from me.

This your ball?

- What you stallin' for?

- Everything you got you got from me.

Everything you got.

- Let me show you what you taught me.

- Yeah, show me. Show me!

Show me!

I didn't teach you that,

though, did l?

That's somethin'

I didn't teach you.

- That was luck.

- That's somethin' you gotta

learn on your own.

Give it up. Give it up.

Oh, why you do--

Oh, yeah!

Who taught you that one?

I think I'll go around again.

- Yeah!

- It's your ball.

Mmm, I feel refreshed.

You better shoot it. That's a brick.

All right, we gon' cut out

all that lucky sh*t.

- What's that?

- That's three.

- You gon' play me?

- Yeah. I'm just warmin' up, baby.

I give you that.

- You better play some defense.

- I give you that.

Don't give me too many.

Yeah. Where you at, baby?

That's my rock.

Yeah, that was luck, anyway.

That's luck too, baby.

- Just call me the leprechaun.

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