Good shot. Again.
Good shot. Again.
Good shot.
Come on! Take a shot!
No! No! No!
- What'd you do wrong? Just fix it.
- I know.
Your best isn't good enough.
You gotta do better!
No! No!
No!
Finally awake, sleepyhead?
How long was I sleeping?
Not long.
But I'm glad you're awake.
I didn't want you to miss it.
Miss what?
Our grand entrance.
This is it.
It's small.
Cozy.
I guess this is the kitchen.
I'm gonna look around,
okay, Mom?
Jeez.
Have you found the bedroom?
Yeah, you could say that.
I'm sorry, Vance.
I just... I...
This is all I could find.
I just wanted to leave.
It's okay.
Everything's gonna be okay.
I almost forgot. I...
This came for you.
Tomorrow you start a new life
in a brand-new school.
Aren't you excited?
Thanks, Mom.
You wanna take it?
There you go.
Reach for it.
There you go.
There it goes.
Come on, geek.
Don't you need your book for class?
- Yes.
- Then take it. What's stopping you?
- Please!
- Hey, if you're so desperate for books,
you can have mine.
Who the hell are you?
Another geek, I guess.
Come on. Take it.
What's the matter, man?
If you want it, just take it.
Man, I will knock you out.
No, you won't.
The bell just rang.
Get to class now.
Consider yourself lucky, punk.
All right.
Settle down.
Settle down, class.
Hey.
I understand we have
a new student to our school.
Mr. Vance Holden?
Halden?
Vance Halden?
Is that right?
Would you come
and introduce yourself,
tell the class where
you're from, et cetera?
Hey.
My name is Vance.
I'm from Wisconsin.
Um, I...
Mr. Halden?
I just moved here yesterday.
That's it, I guess.
That's good.
Welcome, Mr. Halden.
Does anyone have
any questions for Vance?
No.
Okay. You can take your seat, sir.
Thanks.
How did you get your black eye?
It's personal.
All right, class.
Settle down, okay?
We're gonna let
Mr. Halden get settled,
and then we're going
to open our books
to Chapter 25,
specifically page 193.
No worries. I told you,
it's never gonna happen.
We're just too different.
You'll never do better than me.
Maybe. But maybe
I'd rather be alone.
You're making the biggest
mistake of your life.
Please, Maurice,
just let me go.
Got a complaint, boy?
You got something to say?
What about you? Huh?
- Is that you, Vance?
- Yeah.
- How was school?
- It was fine.
I have some great news.
I got a job at a restaurant
close to here.
Great.
Are you okay?
Yes, Mom.
So as you can see,
the Pythagorean theorem
allows us to find any unknown side
of an isosceles triangle,
which we'll designate X.
This triangle is also known
as a 45-45-90 triangle,
named so because of
the measure of their angles.
In a 45-45-90 triangle,
the measure of the hypotenuse
is equal to the measure of a leg
multiplied by
the square root of two.
So to find X...
Quiet down,
and listen up, kiddies.
The theme...
for this quarter semester
is basketball.
Invented by some Canadian
out in Massachusetts
as a way to keep
his little bratty kids busy.
And it's been keeping
brats busy ever since.
What's this?
We got a newbie?
Yes, sir.
What's your name, newbie?
Vance.
Play ball, Vance?
Hard of hearing
or slow to speaking?
Which is it?
Yeah, a little.
I play a little.
Show me.
Six shots in a row
will get you a B.
Five gets you a C.
Anything less,
and you fail.
Anything more than six...
...probably ain't possible for you.
Waiting on a written invite, newbie?
Show us what you got.
Now we're moving.
One.
Two.
Yo, this white boy can shoot.
Six.
Seven.
Hey, if I make another,
do I get an A plus?
Time for laps.
Twice around the gym.
Move it!
Move it!
What?
I guess no one accidentally
bumps into each other
where you're from.
I didn't know
you bumped into me.
I mean, I know that somebody
bumped into me.
I just... I didn't know...
I didn't know you bumped into me.
I don't think I'm making any sense.
It's okay. I don't think anyone
makes sense around here,
especially me.
My name's Lena.
I'm Vance.
But you already know that,
don't you?
The whole school knows that.
We don't get a lot of new kids.
Lucky me.
I saw what you did for Amy.
That was really brave.
I saw you, too.
You're a pretty good dancer,
by the way.
Oh, so you were
the creepy stalker
staring at me
through the window.
Yeah, I guess I was.
You like what you saw?
Yeah.
Good.
So, are you doing
anything after school?
Maybe we could
go eat something.
I can't. I have work.
I teach a swim class at the pool.
You swim, too?
I am a girl of many talents.
Oh, and I'll try to be
more careful next time.
It's amazing how a girl
can shoot you down with that smile.
Who says I got shot down?
Well, she's walking that way,
- and you're standing still.
- Good point.
You know, you caught fire
back there in the gym, crony.
Where'd you learn
to shoot like that?
- My dad taught me.
- Really?
Who was your dad, Larry Bird?
Not exactly.
The name's Jules.
This my school.
- Name's Vance.
- Really?
'Cause the way I hear people
talking about you around here,
I could've sworn your name
was New White Boy.
Hey, don't even sweat that, all right?
Most people around here
are ignorant and dumb.
That's why they
never make it anywhere.
- What, and you're different?
- I'm not just different,
I'm better.
Well, I gotta say
you are the first person
that's taken the time to talk to me.
- I told you I was different.
- Yeah, which makes me wonder,
what do you want?
Definitely not ignorant and dumb.
You're right.
I do want something from you.
But why tell you
when I can show you?
Come on.
Come on, little white boy.
What you got to lose?
Excuse me.
Where are we going?
Are all white folks this impatient?
I am.
That's a shame.
Man, how do I know you're not
taking me someplace dangerous?
So you're impatient and paranoid?
How much longer, man?
Crony, trust me when I tell you,
this is worth the wait, all right?
- All right, bro.
- Come on, man.
- Yeah!
- What's this?
This is the finest
in underground basketball.
It's a tournament.
A duel, to be exact.
What's a duel?
It's a two-and-two game
played for money.
The amount changes each time.
Game! How much
you eager to lose, boy?
Then the stakes are set.
Come at me with that nonsense.
Real men don't play
for less than 100.
- Okay.
- Bet.
What's the game play to?
First one to 21 wins.
You see, there's just
one more thing.
Calling fouls only slows things down.
That's why each team
only gets to call one foul,
and only one per game.
Oh, I know that guy.
Sucker.
Yeah, that's Maurice.
He never loses.
And legend has it
that he's never called a foul,
no matter how hard he's hit, ever.
Trust me, you don't
wanna know that guy.
Come on.
Why'd you show me that?
I just wanted to give you a taste.
All in due time,
new white boy.
Yo, what up, J-Bow?
I got it right now...
guns, drugs, chicks, whatever.
- Just let me know, all right?
- I'm good.
Yeah. I'll see you later, though.
- Easy.
- For sure. Yeah, yeah.
- Yo, where we going?
- Probably the only place crazier
than a duel tournament...
my house.
Mama! Mama, I'm home!
Juli! Juli! Juli!
What it is, Ang.
Happy to see me?
- I want a piggyback ride.
- Machine's out of order.
Go color something,
you little brat.
That's my little sister Angelica.
My mom's got this thing
with Spanish names.
My real name is Julio,
and Angelica,
and then she named
my little brother Rodrigo,
but everybody calls him Rody.
No-Iook pass!
He takes it in the air!
Slam dunks!
Rody, what did I tell you
about using my basketball?
You weren't using it.
That don't mean you can, little man.
But I don't got a ball.
You want a ball?
Go steal one.
But leave mine alone.
I'm gonna have 100 balls
when I'm famous.
I'm gonna be better
than Allen Iverson, Dwyane Wade,
and Michael Jordan combined.
And I'm gonna record myself
making all the best plays.
Whatever. Keep dreaming,
you little shrimp.
Mama! Mama!
Mama!
Quit all your shouting, Julio.
This place is the size of a matchbox.
I can hear you just fine.
This is my friend Vance.
You a good boy, Vance?
Yeah. I think so.
Well, that's good,
'cause Julio sure can use
more good people around him.
What you talking about, Mama?
Don't get no better than me.
- Can he stay for dinner?
- Sure.
If it's one thing I do right,
it's feeding young men.
- All right. Thanks, Mom.
- Mm-hmm.
- See you.
- All right.
Mama, this is so good.
You better watch it.
He's gonna take it one day.
You're gonna wake up...
Eat your food.
Your big brother?
We just met.
We got the girls.
Hey, Jules, can I use your
basketball when you're gone?
You already know
the answer to that.
Now get that camera
out of my face.
Aw, man. Come on, Ang.
Let's go.
Hey, yo, man, I gotta roll.
All right. Cool.
Let me holler at you
for a second. You stuffed?
Yeah, man. Thanks for dinner.
I really appreciate it.
- I do what I can.
- But, yo,
why do I get the feeling you're
just buttering me up for something?
Definitely not ignorant and dumb.
- Mm-hmm.
- You're right.
I do want you
for something, crony.
I want you to be
my dueling partner.
I know you can play,
and I think together
we stand a good chance
at winning the Gathering.
What's the Gathering?
It's the largest dueling tournament
in the Northeast.
for a grand prize of 50 G's.
Man, what do you need $50,000 for?
Look around, new white boy.
Just where do you think we are?
It's the ghetto, partner.
And that grand prize is my family's
one-way ticket to a better life.
Yo, I'm sorry, man.
I don't play anymore.
I thought you might say that.
And that's why I came up with a way
to make it worth your while.
What's that?
You help me win the Gathering,
and I'll make it so that no one
messes with you at school.
You can do that?
Like this.
By this time tomorrow,
you'll go from
"pasty new white boy"
to "Vance, the number one playa."
It's got a nice ring to it, doesn't it?
Come on. What do you say?
We got a deal?
Deal.
Ah, yes! All right. Look.
First duel's tomorrow,
right before school,
a block away from the cage.
- All right.
- Don't keep me waiting.
All right, man.
Thanks again. Cool.
See you later, all right?
Yes! I'm gonna win
that Gathering.
Where the hell's this white boy?
Man, and you said I was impatient.
I'm ready.
What?
Are you serious with that outfit?
This is my old school uniform.
What school did you go to,
Goof Troupe Academy?
This is a basketball uniform.
It's designed to help you
move better on the court.
Yeah, well, at the same time,
make you look like a complete dork.
- Whatever.
- Look, man,
if I'm gonna teach you
how to have a swagger,
you're gonna have to learn
that style matters, man.
Game!
But for now, we got
some business to tend to.
Come on. Well, well.
If it ain't the Negro Doublemint Twins.
Ha! Very funny, Jules.
- Almost as funny as...
- Your man's get-up over here.
This is Anton and Parker.
They got this strange
bromance thing
where they finish
each other's sentences.
So this your new partner, huh, Jules?
- Some...
- Raggedy white kid?
Well, this raggedy white kid
can probably play better
than both of y'all combined.
- Can you put your money...
- Where your mouth is?
- How much?
- 60.
Come on. We don't play
for chump change, Milli Vanilli.
All right.
Throw in those sneakers you're wearing,
and you got yourself a game.
- Bet.
- All right.
Remember the rules.
Game's 21, and you only
get one foul total.
- I got it.
- All right?
Take off that funky jersey,
and pull down them dumb shorts.
Let's go.
Check up.
This ain't the theater, son.
Stop being so dramatic.
Get up!
Get up! Vance!
Are you cool?
Yeah. I think I understand
this game now.
That's good to know.
You trying to use our foul on this one?
No. Save it for a real one.
Goddamn!
The white boy's gone crazy.
Get there! Yeah!
Pay up, Mary-Kate and Ashley.
No checks, no credit.
Let's go. Uh-huh.
- Mm-hmm.
- This isn't over.
All right.
Thanks for the business.
Please come again.
Please come again.
- Know what this is, son?
- A smelly pair of sneakers?
No, this is one step closer
to the Gathering, son.
One step closer. Come on.
We gonna be late to school.
I'm sorry, man.
I didn't mean to.
It's okay. It's okay.
Yo, yo. I got word
of a duel tomorrow.
I think we can pick up a few bills.
Something's weird.
Ain't nothing weird
about money, crony.
No, no. I mean,
like, here in school.
Something seems...
I don't know... different, man.
People seem afraid of me.
What else do you expect
when you almost killed a man
for taking one of your cigarettes?
Wait. What? I didn't do that.
I don't even smoke.
Of course you do, son.
You picked it up in juvie
while you were doing time
for stealing cars.
No, no, no. I don't even
know how to drive, man.
That's not what they say.
They say back home,
you joyrided a car
right off the Grand Canyon.
What?
Wait a second, man.
You're saying this stuff.
It was you?
How else you want me
to make you look hard?
You want me to tell people you raised corn
and milked cow titties?
I didn't even live near
the Grand Canyon.
It's not even in the same state.
Details, partner. Details.
This is retarded.
There is no way
this is gonna work, man.
People aren't just gonna believe
everything they hear?
Excuse me.
Are you the guy that broke
into Madonna's mansion?
Uh, I...
Call me.
Told you so.
Yo, what's with this note,
by the way?
You'll see.
Hey, don't keep me waiting.
I must be the luckiest man in NYC
if I get to walk these streets with you.
Well, that'd be sweet, Jules,
if you hadn't told the same thing
to Amorette last week.
Wait. Who told you that?
- She did.
- I didn't know the two of you spoke.
Well, I talk to a lot of girls
in that school,
and they all tell me
how big of a player you are.
But you know you can't believe
everything you hear in school.
Oh, well, I can if it's true.
And you know what?
I don't have the time or patience
to deal with a boy
who can't make up his mind.
Hold on.
Let me clear this up.
Okay. I'm listening.
All right. 'Cause you know
you're one hot little mama.
- Oh.
- And I ain't too shabby myself.
And I think we breaking
all kinds of laws
if we ain't together.
You know, that's sweet, Jules.
But Rachel...
she thought so, too,
when you told her
the exact same thing.
Nice try.
She knows Rachel, too.
Where is this kid?
Yo, I thought you told me
not to be late.
Exactly. I told you not to be late.
What are we doing here?
Practice.
Are you serious?
We got lucky last game.
But luck runs out.
Only skill is infinite, partner.
What you saying,
I got no skill?
You know how to play
the game your way.
But dueling
is a whole nother world.
And that's what I'm here
to teach you. Game!
Let's see what you got.
Harder. Let's go. Harder!
Look, there are no rules here,
which means...
- Anything goes.
- I see.
You need to forget the rules
you've learned,
all the habits,
and play the game raw.
'Cause the other team...
they ain't gonna hold back.
Feel me? Ready?
Watch this.
Come on. Come on.
No? I can take that.
I can take that.
You're too slow.
Come on!
Play ball, man!
Let's go! Check!
Let's go, man.
We gotta get tough.
Let's go, man.
You ready?
That's what's up.
Ready? You ready?
Check the ball up!
Go get the ball.
Come on, man.
Put your body into it. Let's go.
I think I feel you now.
That's good.
That's good.
- Check it up.
- Yeah. That's good.
Let's go. Come on.
Yeah. Let's go.
Come on, man.
Let's go. Give me that.
Not bad.
- Thanks.
- So, what are we doing here?
I don't do the cafeteria.
It's too crowded,
plus I don't like
eating alone.
And playing basketball
by yourself is much better?
You got a point.
Let me rephrase that.
Why am I here?
Remember the first day?
You asked me about my eye.
I felt like I came across
a little rude,
and I wanted to apologize.
And you want to do that here,
in the gym?
Here's as good a place as any.
So rumor around school
is that you're the cool,
tough, bad-boy type.
Is that true?
I don't know.
Maybe the cool part.
And why did you move to New York?
That's complicated.
What isn't? Seriously,
why did you invite me here?
I wanna make a bet with you.
A bet?
I make a shot,
you go out on a date with me.
If I miss,
you can have whatever you want.
Is this what passes
as flirting where you're from?
What have you got to lose?
Okay. But I pick the shot.
Deal.
What's the shot?
Right where you are.
Really?
Turn around.
You gotta be kidding me.
The basket's not even down.
Rules are rules, hotshot.
Are you backing out
on your deal?
Just watch me.
Looks like you didn't want
that date badly enough.
Trust me,
that's not it at all.
Lunch is over.
I'll think about what I want
my prize to be.
I'll try not to make it too painful.
I can't wait.
Vance, are you home?
Hi, Mom.
Are you okay?
Yeah.
I haven't seen you in a while,
and I just wanna make sure
everything's okay.
Everything's cool, Ma.
Good. That's good.
I want everything to be good.
Yo.
Yo, yo. Get dressed.
Can I go?
Another duel already, man?
You gotta be kidding me.
No. This is a different
kind of duel, son.
It's Friday, man.
We gotta go kick it with some chicks.
The game don't stop off the court.
Man, I'm too damn tired
to go out.
Boy, does it sound
like I'm asking you?
Not really.
You wanna fit in?
To get you some cool points?
'Cause they're calling you
a hillbilly.
Man, right now,
all I want is sleep.
Look, the one rule
of fitting in, son...
you gonna shine,
you gotta be seen to be noticed.
- I'll pick you up in 20.
- Fine.
- Can I go?
- No, Rody.
Come on.
Fix yourself.
Man, so what's, like,
a New York party like?
Man, so what's, like,
a New York party like?
Oh, New York parties...
This party we're about
to go to is crazy.
- Oh, yeah?
- Mm-hmm.
Okay. But, yo,
what's the deal with you
and that girl Maria,
Lena's friend?
Oh, Maria?
That's just my Monday-Friday.
Stop it, man. Come on.
I'm telling you.
Why you think they call me Jules?
- I got them.
- All right, man.
You better prove it
at this party then.
Watch what you about
to run into.
- My man.
- My man.
- Dawg.
- Big-O.
What's up, boy?
Mm-hmm.
Why so amazed,
new white boy?
Ain't no chicks
back home in Wisconsin?
- Not like this, man.
- Come on. Let's get some drinks.
Hey, yo, my man.
Hook us up with two
of something strong.
- All right?
- What, like a rock?
No. But I can think of something
that rhymes with that, though.
Oh, in your dreams, Jules.
Hey, yo, Jules,
I think it's Saturday by now.
No, it's still 11:55, homey.
Hey.
Hey, yourself.
I did not expect to see you here.
Me, neither.
I'm surprised you're not back
at juvie for stealing a cop car
and crashing into city hall.
You know you can't believe
everything you hear, right?
So you're not the bad boy
everyone says you are?
No. I'm badder.
Come on.
You wanna dance?
Maybe.
You on the wrong block, boy.
Ain't no one invite you!
Don't be like this, Maurice.
You don't belong, boy.
- Says who?
- Says me!
- That's who!
- Stop it!
You have to stop
being like this, Maurice.
I'm not gonna
be with you, ever,
and you can't keep
scaring guys away.
- Who says I'm scared?
- You should be.
Stop it, I'm serious.
You scared yet, boy?
Not even close.
Maurice, you better
back up off my part...
- Hey, yo, don't touch me, son.
- Back up then.
- This don't involve you.
- What you trying to do, Dre?
Whatever you wanna do.
Whatever, Jules.
You know where we from.
This isn't funny anymore, Maurice.
Okay.
Okay.
- Why don't we settle this like men?
- What you got in mind?
Duel!
Me and my boy versus you
and that clown-ass sidekick of yours!
- Court across the street.
- Don't be stupid, Maurice.
I'm not some property to be won.
You're on!
Then let's go.
And bring Julesy.
- Come on, Jules.
- No, man.
We're not ready yet.
I hear you and your boy
been winning a few duels,
trying to make it
to the Gathering.
I bet you think you good.
But you ain't nothing,
you hear?
Let's make this official!
Game!
Stakes?
- You name them.
- Oh, really?
How much you and your boyfriend
need to enter the Gathering?
Then there it is.
One game... 300.
- Man, you crazy?
- Are you scared?
Game accepted!
You are crazy.
Why you still running?
Where they going?
Show me something,
white boy.
Let's go, boy!
Keep going, man!
Stop touching me.
Stop touching me, man.
Come on!
Come on!
That's game!
Know your place, boy...
on the ground, in pain.
And stay away from my girl!
Stay!
Hey, what's up, man?
Yo, I heard you went balls to walls
with the man last night.
Tough loss.
Well, I got mad respect.
Thanks.
Check it. You think
you could steal me a whip?
Excuse me. Lena, stop.
Give me a minute.
Just let me explain.
Explain what, Vance?
How you think
I'm some prize you can win?
How I'm some trophy
you and Maurice can compete for?
- It's not like that.
- Yes, it is.
And don't try
to tell me different.
You're just like Maurice.
You treat people like objects,
and I'm through with that.
- That's not it at all.
- Get out of my way, Vance.
I can prove it to you.
That's just it.
You always think
you need to prove something.
Maybe because
you're new here.
But all you're proving
is how insecure you really are.
Lena, I'm sorry.
Oh, snap, son.
That's 0 for 2.
Okay, everyone, settle down.
We're gonna pick up
where we left off last week.
Where was that again?
What are you doing here?
Turns out you had
an open spot in the class,
so here I am.
This isn't an adult's class, Vance.
Who says I'm an adult?
Well, if you're a kid,
you're gonna need a guardian.
Will you be my guardian?
Whatever.
Okay, everyone.
Let's get started.
Hey.
Hey, girly,
what are you doing here?
Just waiting.
My class is after this one.
- That's cool.
- By the way,
I never thanked you
for helping me.
You know, at school?
I wish there was something
I could do for you.
You know what?
Maybe there is.
Come here.
Somebody help him!
Lena, he's drowning!
Help him!
He's drowning!
Somebody save him!
Get him out of the water!
Lena, he's drowning!
Help! Help him!
Maybe swimming isn't
so bad after all.
You jerk!
Thanks.
Lena, what's wrong?
Come on.
I was just kidding.
So that was interesting.
I think you might wanna
stick with basketball.
Yeah, definitely.
Do you have to go home right now?
Why? What do you have
in mind, Mr. Swimmer?
I don't know.
I don't know
the city that well,
and I was hoping that maybe
you could show me around.
So now I'm your tour guide.
No, never mind.
I didn't mean it like that.
It was a stupid idea.
I know just the place.
Yeah? Let's go.
So, what do you think?
I mean, when most people say
they wanna see New York,
they usually mean, like,
the Statue of Liberty
or the Empire State Building
or something.
Well, who wants to be
like most people?
I know I don't.
I love it.
How'd you find this place?
My dad used to bring me here
when I was little.
He always told me that
all my dreams could come true.
He said it was as simple
as dropping a coin in the fountain
and wishing hard enough.
- What'd you wish for?
- You know you can't say.
You know,
you were right, Lena,
the other day
when you told me
that you weren't
some trophy to be won.
Oh, yeah?
So what am I then?
I don't know if I've
figured that out yet,
but I want to.
And what about you, huh?
What are you,
Mr. Vance Halden?
What do you mean?
Are you some master car thief
straight out of juvie,
or are you some basketball prodigy
that can play with his eyes closed?
I'm neither.
So what are you then?
I...
I'm my father's
Frankenstein monster,
his phony creation.
Your father?
Yeah.
He's a real basketball player.
Or at least he wanted to be.
He never made it.
I guess he thought his son
was his last chance to...
I don't know... taste some kind
of glory or something.
So he pushed me and trained me
and tried his hardest
to turn me into the player
that he never was.
So what happened?
I failed.
It was the Northbelt tournament,
and my high school was down one
with under a minute to go.
The ball was passed to me...
it always was...
and, I...
I don't understand this.
I mean, that is a shot
that you have made
thousands of times.
A shot you can make
with your eyes shut.
You cannot lose! Ever!
The next day,
my mom packed us up,
and we moved to New York.
Haven't seen him since.
I'm so sorry.
You don't have to be
anyone's creation.
You can live your own dreams.
Then maybe I should make some.
Come on.
Wow.
Watch this.
Wanna know what I wished for?
You're not supposed to say.
Who said anything
about saying anything?
I can't do this.
Why?
I can't get involved with a dueler.
I don't want anything to do
with that stupid, violent game.
No. You said I don't
have to be anyone's creation.
You said I could choose what I want.
I want you.
More than a duel,
more than anything.
I think I know what I want
my prize to be.
Shoot.
I want you to promise me
that you're never gonna hurt me.
I won't.
Ever.
Yo, Jules.
Jules, Jules, wait up.
I was looking all over
for you yesterday, man.
- You weren't at school.
- Yeah. And what's it to you?
Look, man, I know you're mad
at me for losing the $300.
Mad? Mad?
I get mad when I lose $20.
- When it's 300, I get pissed!
- I'm sorry, man.
I'll figure out a way to get it back.
Man, there's a tournament today.
It's a start.
I can't.
Crony, you're just trying
to push all my buttons, ain't you?
What is it?
Another hot date?
No, man. I can't play.
What do you mean,
you can't play?
I promised Lena
I'd give it up.
Oh, come on, man.
You gotta be kidding me, man.
- I'm sorry.
- Are you?
Are you, new white boy?
- You sorry for selling me out?
- I didn't mean to!
But you did, though, 'cause this is
all just a game to you, right?
Just a way to have fun during
your short stay in my hood.
It's not like that!
But this ain't a game to me, crony!
This is real life.
This is what keeps a brother
from selling dope on the streets
and robbing QuikStops for money.
- Listen, Jules, I just...
- Don't touch me, all right?
If you're gonna betray me,
don't do it with kindness.
Be a man about it.
I'm sorry, man.
You're a liar, crony,
and I ain't gonna forget this.
What's up?
Come on, man!
I didn't lose!
Now can I have it?
Get out! Look, get outta here!
Stay out of my room, Rody!
Come on!
What are we doing here?
What's the matter?
Don't you trust me?
You know I do.
It's just that it's late,
and I'm pretty sure
that this right here is illegal.
Shh. Security will hear us.
Wait a second.
This is risky.
Is there anyone there?
No, but...
Yo, I didn't even bring
a bathing suit.
Who says you need one?
Come on.
You're so dead.
Jules, what are you doing here?
You're supposed to be at school.
- Thinking.
- Thinking?
That's what you're supposed
to be doing at school.
You wanna
tell me about it, baby?
I let you down, Mama.
You've never let me down
one day in your life.
You've made me nothing but proud.
I wanted to get you outta here,
to protect you.
I thought I was the one
supposed to be doing
the protecting around here.
I just wanted to get you
to a better place.
Someplace nicer.
The only place I care about being
is with my children.
I can't think of anyplace nicer.
Now get to school.
All right.
I'm gonna go get my bag.
The end of another
wasted day of un-education.
Are we still meeting tonight?
Our spot?
I don't know.
Are you going to make
it worth my while?
Don't I always?
I just need to pass by the pool
to pick up my class schedule
for next week.
But I'll meet you there, okay?
It's more than okay.
Can't have your dessert
before dinner.
Well, well.
Look at Mr. Happy-go-lucky go.
- Jules...
- You know, there was a time
when you couldn't
take three steps in school
without someone shoving you
up against a locker.
Yo, come on, man.
Don't be like that.
It's been a while.
How you been?
What do you care?
I care, Jules.
Just 'cause I stopped dueling
doesn't mean I don't care, man.
- Whatever.
- What am I supposed to do?
- Prove it.
- How?
There's a duel at the court
where we played the twins.
Two preppy-ass rich kids
think they got game
and don't mind blowing
their daddy's wallet trying to prove it.
Look, man,
I wanna help, but...
You owe me.
If we win this tournament,
I can get all the dough I need
to join the Gathering
and then some.
I...
Okay. All right, Jules.
- Man, where are they?
- They'll be here.
Are you sure this is
the right court?
Look, take a chill pill, man.
They'll be here.
When, man?
I'm supposed to be somewhere.
I'd say right about now.
- Damn.
- Look at that.
Look at all this money.
Yeah.
He think he nice, don't he? Right?
- What up, playas?
- Oh, hey,
I don't think that's
a parking spot there, crone.
- Whatever. They can tow me.
- This your partner?
He damn sure ain't my girlfriend,
if that's what you're thinking.
Chill, bro.
We just came to play.
Wrong. You just came to lose.
Whatever.
Yeah. Game, preppies.
How much?
Wallet game.
What the hell's a wallet game?
Winning team takes everything
that's in the losing team's wallet.
That's more money than you've
ever seen in your life.
- So?
- It's too much.
I get it.
- Somebody's afraid of losing.
- Not to you.
So check it up then.
Damn!
That white boy kinda nice!
I know you ain't trying
to hustle me, man.
Come on. Let's go.
Right now, man.
And that's the game.
- He cheated.
- Hey, don't even go there.
- It ain't our fault y'all can't play no ball.
- Yo, I gotta go.
Another game.
Double or nothing.
Ain't gonna happen, fool.
- Now surrender your wallets.
- This is BS.
- How you gonna take me out tonight?
- Shut the hell up.
Jules, I'm sorry, man.
I gotta go.
- Hey, but we just...
- Your friend late for a drug deal?
Hey, why don't you take
your own advice and shut up?
Lena! Lena, wait up!
I need to talk to you.
- She doesn't wanna talk, Vance, okay?
- But...
- She needs her space, okay?
- Marie, just let me...
Just leave her alone.
First, you treat her like property,
and then you leave her stranded?
You better check yourself.
And I swear to God,
if you do it again,
I'm coming after you.
Hey.
Can we talk now?
This isn't the first time
I've been stood up, Vance.
I know the routine,
and I'm sick of it.
- I didn't mean to hurt you.
- That doesn't make it hurt less.
What will?
Maybe nothing.
Man, throw it back.
- You can catch, right?
- Yeah.
Aw, sh...
That's the last time, Lena.
I swear you'll never be stood up again.
Until the next time.
Vance, I've heard this all before.
I mean it.
I'm sorry,
but I don't believe you.
Yo, little man, over here!
That ain't for staring, boy!
- Give it back!
- Yeah!
Yo, get over here!
Lena, don't do this.
You broke your promise, Vance.
You said you weren't
going to hurt me.
It was a mistake.
Come back here, kid!
Yo, we gotta go.
We gotta go.
Come on.
Please...
Please just leave me alone.
That's right.
I got a good handshake, too.
You know how to do that.
Spell "Mississippi."
M- l-S-S-l-S-S-l-P-P-I.
Mom! Mom!
What happened?
Mom?
Hello?
Oh, God!
Mama.
Mama.
Why?
It's gonna be all right.
Yeah, it's gonna be all right.
I need to see a patient.
Rodrigo Brent.
I'm sorry, sir. You'll have
to wait like everyone else.
I need to see him now.
Won't do no good, crony.
Jules.
Yo, I heard the news. I'm so sorry.
They won't let us in.
He's in surgery.
Cops said he was being chased.
Chased?
They saw it on Rody's camera.
It was Maurice
and a bunch of others.
He won't get away
with this, Jules.
What the cops gonna do, huh?
To them, Maurice is just
another thug on these streets,
and Rody...
He's just another little black kid.
Man, if there's anything I can do,
just let me know.
Pray.
Mrs. Brent?
Tell me he's okay, Doctor.
His leg is broken in three places,
but that's the least of our concerns.
There's swelling of the brain
from the concussion he sustained.
Oh, Lord!
We operated to relieve the pressure,
but as is common
in this type of operation,
Rodrigo is in a coma.
How long?
There's no real way of knowing.
Days, weeks, months.
It all depends on the body's
ability to recuperate.
Can I see my son, Doctor?
He is recovering in the ICU.
You can see him.
But I would like to limit
the guests to one at a time.
If you'll follow me.
Angs, don't worry, huh?
Rody's gonna be okay.
Jules, man, you know,
I don't know what else to say
other than I'm sorry, man.
It's my little brother Rody.
It's my little brother, man.
Yo, man, it's almost visiting hours.
I'm gonna go see if
they're letting people in.
All right, man.
Hey.
Hey.
How's Rody?
The same.
Still unconscious.
I can't imagine what Jules
is going through,
what his whole family
is going through.
I feel so sorry for them.
How are you?
Compared to all this,
I feel like my problems are stupid.
Nothing about you is stupid.
Vance, I'm sorry
the way things ended up.
You did what you had to do.
I...
Yo, they're letting people in.
All right, man.
I'll be right in.
They're only letting in
two people at a time.
You wanna go first?
I can't.
I have to teach a class.
It's really good you came.
- I just...
- Maybe...
I gotta go.
Rody...
wake up.
I need you.
I need you.
I'm gonna make this
all better, little man.
I swear.
Vance, is that you?
Are you home?
Yeah, Mom. I'm home.
I have such exciting news.
I'm not really in the mood
for exciting news, Mom.
After today,
everything's going to be all right.
He came for us, Vance. He...
He came to take us home.
Hello, son.
He's changed, Vance.
He feels so bad
for what happened,
and he promises
it'll never happen again.
You got nothing to say
to your old man?
No.
Vance, come back here.
You can't be like that.
Stop it.
Give me back my drink.
I paid for it.
- No chance. I'm thirsty.
- Give it back.
Oh, my God.
You just don't mind
your own business, do you?
I'm making it my business.
What are you gonna do now,
juggle some sweaters?
No.
No juggling this time.
Stop it!
Oh, my God.
Vance, you're scaring me.
Jules.
I am so sorry.
I don't even know what to say.
Ain't nothing to say.
My little brother's lying
on a hospital bed right now,
wires and tubes coming from
every part of his body.
And it's all my fault.
No, don't say that.
You weren't there
when it happened.
There's nothing
that you could've done.
But I told him.
I said, "If you ain't got a ball,
go steal one."
No.
Jules, baby,
you didn't mean that
when you said it,
and you know it, okay?
This... This is not your fault.
A ball.
A stupid basketball.
I'd give him 100 basketballs
right now if it'd wake him up.
So regardless
of what I said before,
I want you to know that I will
always be there for you.
Okay?
Hey, whenever you need me.
Come here.
Ever since I came back,
you are never here. Ever!
But I have to work.
I haven't had a good meal
since I've been here.
I'm sorry. I can cook now.
Vance!
And you. What?
You too good to talk
to your old man?
You gotta talk to me now,
don't you?
Please, Daniel, just let him...
No, you shut up!
Just shut up!
You think you're better
than me, don't you, huh?
Huh?
You wanna punch your old man.
I've got a better idea.
I'm not a kid anymore. Game.
I'm gonna teach you some respect.
You tired? Ball.
Hey, yo, Jules?
Hey, pretty girl,
how you holding up?
- I'm okay.
- You sure?
Well, maybe this will help you
feel a little better.
Thank you.
- How about your mama?
- She's sleeping.
Do you know where Jules is?
Jules left.
Left. To the hospital?
Where'd he go?
He said he wanted
to go fix things.
To fix things, huh?
Okay, well, you stay safe, Angie.
Keep smiling, all right?
Okay.
Hello?
Did Maurice ever tell you
where the Gathering takes place?
The Gathering? Why?
Jules wants revenge,
and I don't think he's thinking straight.
Against Maurice?
Please, Lena,
just tell me where it is.
He told me it took place
at the warehouse
at New Dock Street in Brooklyn.
All right.
Thank you so much.
Don't. Don't do this, Jules.
Give me one good reason
why I shouldn't.
I can give you two, man...
Ang and your mother.
I'm doing this for them
and Rody, too.
This chump don't deserve to live.
Yo, if you kill him,
you will ruin your life, too.
- I don't care anymore.
- I care.
You're better than he is, Jules.
Look, your mom has
gone through enough pain.
Let's take away
everything he's got...
his court, this duel.
We got him this time, man.
Come on.
All right.
Let's get him, man.
Ain't no losing this time.
This is it.
Final game.
Winner takes all.
Yo, Jules,
I had no ill will towards little man.
He ran in front of the car,
and that was that.
Before the end of this game,
I'm gonna see you bleed.
Game!
Accepted.
- Vance!
- What?
Damn!
So, did you win?
That depends.
On what?
On whether or not I have you.
So I forgot to ask you.
How do you like
your new place?
It's nice.
Definitely cleaner.
And closer to me.
That's the best part.
Yo, yo. Keep it PG-13, partner.
I missed you, crony.
Me, too, man. I haven't seen you
since you moved to this new crib.
Well, we movin' on up.
Mostly 'cause of you.
I guess I should say thank you
or something, huh?
- You don't have to say anything.
- Good, 'cause I wasn't planning on it.
What about you, little man?
How long till you're bouncing
around with that camera again?
- The doctor said six months.
- That's nothing.
And my brother said I can play
with the basketball any time I want now.
Good for you, buddy.
Pound it.
- You taking care of my girl?
- I'm trying.
- Good, 'cause if you don't...
- I know. I know. Easy.
All right. Look, enough
with the death threats, all right?
Let's go get some grub.
Oh, do it.
Yo, dude, I really miss you, homey.
- For real...
- Game!
What you say?
For old time's sake?
Go get them.
- How much?
- 300.