Radio Page #5

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Come on, Mama. Dance.

- Dance with me. Come and dance.

- All right, all right.

This is a good one. Come on, coach.

- It's Christmas. Come on, coach.

- Oh, come on. Come on.

All right. All right.

Go, Radio, go!

- Go, Radio, go!

- Dance.

I like that one.

I like that one.

- Thank you, coach.

- You're welcome.

Thank you, coach. Merry Christmas.

That's a good one.

Oh, hush now.

Lord, we ain't never seen

no Christmas like this.

- You cut a pretty mean rug, coach.

- Oh, come on.

That's where he gets it.

Well, he may not get everything I try

to teach him, but he did get that.

The hospital's got me working 16

straight, right through Christmas Day.

At least tonight I get a little bit

of holiday with my boy.

Good.

You know, coach,

it wasn't that long ago...

...I see you drive up

in that truck of yours...

...and be wondering

why you doing what you doing.

So why are you doing

what you're doing?

I figure it's the right thing to do.

There's a whole lot out there that's

right. Don't mean we always do it.

No, ma'am, it doesn't.

James has been telling me next year's

team shaping up as a good one.

Well, we're hoping. If all works out.

You'd let me know

if he was a problem?

He's no problem at all, believe me.

How does it feel to be out

from behind bars, Angels?

Good night, darling.

From all of us, to all of you,

a very merry Christmas.

Cloudy and cold today, so stay by that

fire and keep it right here on WAIM.

We'll keep you warm with

your favorite hits commercial-free...

... all morning long.

Merry Christmas.

- Quite a load you got there.

- Yeah.

Right there. Put that right there.

Mind telling me where it came from?

Presents for me.

Put that right there.

Hold up.

- That's a pretty decent Christmas...

- No, no, no. That's for me.

- What's your name, son?

- Radio.

Radio, huh?

Hey. Keep it here.

- No.

- I said, keep it here.

- No.

- I said keep...

- No.

- Stay still. Come on.

Let's go.

- Radio.

- Yeah, you got your radio. Come on.

- That you, Newdall?

- Yeah.

We got a sandwich if you're hungry.

- You see how much they paying Dr. J.?

- How much?

You're making this harder

than it has to be, son.

Can't be for one season.

Ain't nobody makes a half a million

dollars for playing basketball one year.

- Who you got back there, Kojak?

- I'm not sure. Won't tell me his name.

He ain't been here a week,

got himself a John Doe.

Let's go see who it is.

When was the last time we had

anybody here on Christmas?

I don't know.

Oh, sh*t.

Hey, Radio.

I want to go home.

We're gonna get you out of there.

- That's Dr. J., Radio.

- Dr. J.?

That's a good one.

Did you like that?

Like that right there.

He put the basket.

Well, it's the Doctor's team this year,

no question about it.

- Why don't you wear your hair like that.

- My hair.

Morning, Irv. Hey, Radio.

Oh, hey, Coach Jones.

We're watching Dr. J. there.

Dr. J.

Harold, you meet Officer Newdall yet?

No, I don't believe I have.

I need more presents. I need more.

That's a good one.

I'm gonna put this one up here.

Put that right there.

Come on. Come on.

What else down there?

Give me another.

Oh, that a good one.

- Morning, there. Merry Christmas.

- Merry Christmas.

There you go. Here you go.

That's a good one. Give another one.

Give another one.

Hey, Coach Jones.

- Presents all gone.

- I see that.

Brought your buggy home

and got you some food.

- Thought you might be hungry.

- Okay.

So how you doing? All right?

Okay.

Your brother Walter's inside.

He'll stay till your mama gets home.

I like the french fries.

- When do I start school again?

- Real soon.

Miss Winniver will let me in 11 th grade,

right?

That's right.

You remember we talked about you

staying close to the teachers.

Don't want you wandering off

on your own.

That was a good thing you did today.

That was a good thing you did today

with the presents.

You didn't do anything wrong.

You understand?

Radio did nothing wrong.

I'm real proud of you.

Proud. Proud of Radio.

- Good morning.

- Hey, Radio.

Come on in.

- Come on, Radio. We gotta go, man.

- Let's go. I'm ready. We ready to go.

Good morning.

- Morning, Radio.

- Morning.

- You have a good Christmas?

- Coach bailed me out of jail.

No running. Stop! No running.

- I'm sorry.

- I'm the hall monitor.

- Oh, but that's okay.

- Thanks, Radio.

Morning. How you doing?

Get your man!

Jump, Jackets, jump! Jump way up!

Outside pass to Clay.

Clay pulls up for a 17-footer. Good!

I'm sorry.

Cover the screen!

The screen! The screen!

You gotta keep Radio on the bench.

Stay on the bench. Stay on the bench.

- Who?

- You.

Bring it up!

Take a pick!

Clay working off the pick.

Drives right side.

- No basket! No!

- Offensive foul, Johnny Clay.

- 15 out of control.

- You're killing me. Time-out! Time-out!

Ref! Did you think about that?!

Morning.

- Morning.

- Morning, Radio.

- Morning.

- Morning.

Radio. Where's my hug?

There it is.

- Who'd you catch running in the hall?

- Billy Samson.

Swear, you have turned out

to be quite the hall monitor.

Morning, Hanna.

You know who this is? This is Radio.

Today our menu is Salisbury steak.

- French fries.

- French fri... Oh, I like them.

Black-eyed peas.

- Black-eye... We got black-eyed peas?

- We sure do.

We got black-eyed peas.

- Brownies.

- We got brownies.

- Hot rolls.

- We got hot rolls.

- And pear halves.

- And what?

- Pear halves.

- We have pear halves.

- Hey, we'll see you later.

- Yeah.

Hey, yo.

Radio.

- Hey, how you doing?

- What's going on?

Hey, where's Honeycutt at, man?

- Coach Honeycutt, he around?

- He gone.

- He's gone. All right.

- Yeah, he gone.

Coach Dalrymple's got a couple things

next door she wants you to come get.

Mrs. Dalrymple.

Don't worry, it's just her.

She's alone. Girls are gone.

I can't do that.

All right, man. All right,

but she's gonna be real disappointed.

You don't want to let her down, do you?

- Okay, Radio.

- See you.

Mrs. Dalrymple?

Mrs. Dalrymple?

Radio!

You can't be in here.

Bad Radio. Bad Radio.

Coach Jones. Coach Jones.

Coach Jones. No, Radio.

No, Radio. No.

It'd be one thing if you had done

something like this before on your own.

Radio, listen to me.

It's important that you tell me why

you went in the girls' locker room.

- Mrs. Dalrymple needed me.

- What for?

- She wanted me to pick up stuff.

- Did she ask you?

Did she ask you?

- No.

- Who did?

No.

Radio, who asked you to go

in the girls' locker room?

Who asked you?

No.

I don't know what I'm supposed

to do here.

Be mad at Radio.

Be mad at Radio.

You're willing to do that?

Take the blame for someone else?

You're a better man than me.

I'll say that for you.

Hey, Johnny, what's up?

I got a letter last week from Clemson.

They're looking at me for a full ride

after next year.

- That's great.

- Excuse me, gentlemen.

Excuse me. I need to speak

with Mr. Clay.

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