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And I would
still not be surprised to see
John Starks try to win it.

A little known player
from the New York Knicks,

my childhood hero, John Starks.

Like my brother, Anthony and I,
he had come from a tough life.

He had a chip
on his shoulder and no one
expected him to succeed.

But when he finally
got his shot, he played
with heart and determination.

It was that heart
on display June 19th, 1994.

I had no idea
how much that night
would change me completely.

Starks for three.

It was the summer '94.

We had high hopes
of a Knicks championship

and a plan to kill a man.

All right. Blast it.
Quick in, quick out.

Huh!

Does it have a number on it?
Is it three?

-Let me see. Come on.
-You and three, always three.

It doesn't matter
what number it is, it matters
that we have a bunch of them.

John Starks is three, and he is
the most best basketball...

Player ever, I know.

-I know. Better than Ewing?
-Yes.

-Hmm, and Jordan?
-Yes.

Don't worry. It's two.

You're up. Remember, in and out.

Argh! Damn it!
That's definitely out.
It hit right here.

- It hit right here.
- Right there.

Woah, hey you little shits, huh?
Stop stealing our balls.

Maybe you should keep
your balls to yourself.

Oh, a funny one
we have here, huh?

Stay right there
you little brats.

-Oh, shit. Come on. Let's go.
-Right there. Come here.

-Anthony. Anthony.
-Come here.

I'll teach you a lesson
about taking from others.

Back then,
I saw things my own way.

Ow! Get back here.
Get back here. Stupid brats.

Come on!
Keep moving. He's tired.

Ah!

How many more
do you think we need?

I don't know, at least 20.

Ugh!

Starks, steps up to the plate,

wait for the pitching.

John Starks doesn't
even play baseball.

But if he did,
he would be the best ever

and always hit home runs.

Ugh!

Maybe you choke up
a little bit.
It might be too big for you.

Plus we need to get up
your strength.

It's not too big for me.

All right.

Uh!

I wish there was
more kids to play with us.

A team.

Well, I'm here and we,
we are our own team.

You ready?

Think I'll grow to be 6'5?

You know
those aren't real, right?

He's not actually 6'5.

That's what the number say
on the back of my cards.

Those are just stats.

He's probably
more like 6'2 or 6'1.

Does that mean
I'm taller than I really am?

No, that's
only how it works
on basketball cards.

We only found one ball today.

That's OK.

Hey, do you think the Knicks
could take the Rockets?

They have to.
I like it when we get home late.

Mom makes us pork and beans.

You know what?

Walk real slowly then.

Alright
you're gonna eat up
and then it's right to bed.

Oh, no. Why?

I better not hear you
playing video games.

Late boys
don't get to play games.

Look at you.
Did you leave any on the field?

No. Why can't we play games?
Why can't we?

We haven't played in so long.

Can't we just play one game?
Please.

You played
the other night and I heard you.

No, we didn't.
That was John singing.

Now, this was something
my brother and I actually practiced.

We could hum the exact tune of
any stage of the old systems.

Secret levels included.
We went with stage one, one.
A total layup.

Du-du-du...

The day I was born
and it wasn't yesterday.

-The day before that, Mama?
-You better watch yourself.

You're lucky there's not
a Knicks' game on tonight
or you wouldn't be watching it.

Oh, shit.

I thought he was supposed
to be late tonight?

-Hey.
-Hey.

The boys were just finishing up.

What? No hello for dad?

They're exhausted from the day.

Yeah, they're exhausted.

Look what I got.

Maybe there's
some Knicks in there.

Look, Karl Malone.

Is that a Knick? No.

What the fuck is this?

-It's nothing.
-Was I talking to you?

I'm out there busting
my ass to pay for food
and clothes and for his cards

and this is the thanks
I get from these goddamn kids?

Just, just bring me my dinner.

I can sew it. It's OK. Just go.

Get out of here
before I have another reason.

Hey, I promise, I'll
never let him touch you
or hit you again, OK?

You want the cherry
flavored one tonight?

In my head, this was
the tastiest thing ever.

Sort of like Play-Doh
before you actually eat some.

You didn't have to hit him.

I barely touched him.

You're not even
trying to change.

My old man used to do a lot
worse to me for a lot less.

-We'll leave.
-Where the fuck
do you think you would go?

-You're nothing without me.
-I guess nothing worked all day.

Nothing made dinner, nothing
paid the bills last month.

Just keep talking.
Go ahead. Just keep talking.

-Make yourself feel better.
-So fucking sick of this shit.

Come here.

You are such a fucking
pain in the ass

like you and these
goddamn kids.

Smoke's getting closer.

Don't worry. I'll protect you.

Who will protect you?

Don't worry about me.

Let's just take
a look at the plan.

All you care about is
those fucking kids.

OK.
So, first, we smash the light from behind the boiler.

So then, he can't
see them because he's drunk.
He'll slip on the tennis balls.

And then you push
the boiler over?

Yeah, exactly.

It's going to be really heavy
and I can't do it alone.

I need your help, OK?

You should be so strong.

Can you do that?

Then he leaves us alone?

Yeah.

But, how do I break
the light? It's so high.

I don't know.
I'm still working on that part.

I'm scared.

...since
that fucking kid was born.

Hey, you wanna hear
a story about Mr. Doo?

And that's the truth
you can't say nothing about.

All right. Close your eyes.

So, remember,
in Dooland, the smellier
you are the better.

And Mr. Doo,
he's the smelliest of them all.

Harder this time.

Ugh.

Almost.

Not bad.

Hey. Your shot, Dom.

Ooh!

Great, now a little bit harder.

Come on, Dom. Take a shot.

Hey. Whoa.

Maybe, uh, you need
a little pump up there, Dom.

Maybe you need
a kick in the face.

-Yeah.
-Uh-whoa.

Ugh!

Good shot, Dom.
Now we can't play.

Maybe those guys wanna play.

-Ugh.
-Hey. You guys
wanna play a game?

-No, we're fine just shooting.
-You sure?

What about you, Starks?

He's fine, too.

Come on, just a friendly game.

We would have to be friends
to play a friendly game.

I'm Billy.

We're fine just the two of us.

Hey, they're just
a little chicken.

Bah-gawk, bah-gawk!

He said the magic word.
Tell my brother he was scared

to do something
and he'd show you otherwise.

Scared of what, that awesome
jump shot you got goin' on?

Huh.

Anthony.

And you?

His name is John.
He's my little brother.

That make sense.

John with
the John Starks jersey.

You see the game
the other night?

Starks scored 19,
even the series off.

That's Brian and that's Dom.

- Sal!
- Look here, boys.

-That's Sal, he doesn't
stop talking ever.
-No.

You boys ready for me?
I got more hang time
than the chandelier.

Swish.

What does that even mean?

And what's with the knee braces?

It's so hot right now,
I mean look at them.

Never mind.
Sal, this is Anthony and John.

Billy, take first pick.

You know you want me, Bill,

I'm the best player here.
Come on.

I'll take John.

Until then,

only my brother had thought
of me first.

I'll take Sal.

Oh, yeah. Woo.

-Anthony.
-Let's go. Let's go.

-Great choice, Brian.
-All right. I would take, uh...

Should we wait and see
if anybody else shows up?

Brian, you're such an ass.

If I dunk,
do we get five points?

You're not gonna dunk.

OK, dunks with five.

Yeah!

The bank's open today.

The bank is open today.

God, he really
never shuts up, does he?

No!

-Yeah.
-Nothing to say
on that one, Sal?

Woo!

Shoot.

Worse than me, short stack.

Hey, don't call him that.

Hey, hold on, time out.

John, come here.

Push me. Come on.

Ugh.

Now do it again, but this time,

pretend your elbows are glued
to your sides, keep them in.

- Whoa.
- Yeah.

See how much stronger
you can push that way?

Give me the rock. Now...

Push the ball through like
you just pushed me, elbows in.

It was as if Billy had
unleashed some super-human power

and strength within my hands.

-Yeah. Wow.
-See, Anthony, I did that!

-He speaks.
-Hey, Bill, how come
you never taught me that?

Well, Dom, you see,

John's got potential,
you, my friend, don't.

Hey, stop. Stop.
You're an asshole, Bill.

Well, if Billy's an asshole,
you're definitely an asshole.

We're all assholes.
Are we gonna play or what?

- I'm not an asshole.
- Yes, you are.

-Yeah. Yeah.
-No way.

That way.

No.

Nice one, Dom. Dom, back
here, back here. Come on, Dom.

Guess I'm gonna have
to save all for a new ball.

Hey, John.

- Awesome. Nice.
- Just like that.

Wait, why didn't you
just do that earlier

and then we could have
played with it all day?

We figured
if you guys were jerks,

we'd at least get a new
ball out of it.

I'll play.

Fellas, I gotta get
on home before momma,

dinks, come lookin' for me.
Let's move.

Hold on, I'll head out with you.

I don't wanna go home.
Later, d-bags.

-We have to head home too.
-Really? Where do you live?

-Over on 4th Street.
-That's on our way.

Here, we'll take you.
We've got pegs.

Pegs?

-Right here on the left.
-That one?

-Yeah.
-All right.

Thanks.

Hey, uh, we're playing
these prissy Catholic school
kids in baseball tomorrow.

You guys should come.
Hey, what do you say?

You and John wanna help us
beat up on some preppies?

I don't know.

I mean, you had
fun today, right?

Friends?

Come on.
What else are you doing?

I'm busy.

Busy? With what?

Uh, nothing. Yeah, we'll come.

You always such a hard ass?

All right. Sweet.
Pick you guys up at 9:00 a.m.

All right. Hey, are you guys
the home or the away team?

Uh, their field,
so I'd say away. Why?

John will wanna know
what John Starks' jersey
to wear.

-To a baseball game?
-Yeah.

OK.

All right.
See you in the morning.

I'll see you. Oh, Billy?

-Yeah.
-Thanks.

-For what?
-Just today.

-See you guys tomorrow at nine.
-See you.

Hey, Mom. Did John tell you
about basketball at...

Hey. Listen, I made
your favorite dinner.

The Salisbury steak.
Just, it's on the microwave.

Take it upstairs.
Take your brother up.

You can watch TV,
play video games, you know.

Mom?

An accident
with the vacuum cleaner.

Making too much noise, man.
You should have read
the instructions.

How you have
an accident with a vacuum?

You've got something
to say to me, tough guy?

-Hey.
-Fuck you.

Oh, listen to you.

Look at you with the language.
You are a tough guy.

-Hey.
-Mr. Tough guy.

Although, I don't really
think you're that tough guy.

I think you're
just a scared little shit.

Not scared of you.

-Lucky I was coming in.
-Yeah.

-Hey.
-Huh, tough guy.

-Let's go.
-Get off of me.

Hey, you're gonna learn
that life is dog shit.
You understand me?

Right now, you feel like you're
invincible, but you're not.

Are you OK, Johnny?

I swear I'll kill you.

Why don't you kill me now?

Kill me.
Put me out of my fucking misery.

Yeah, happily.

Please, please for me,
just stop.

He said he's gonna change
and he hasn't changed for shit.

I'm gonna fix it.

Please, don't give him,

don't give him
the satisfaction. Come on.

Take your brother upstairs.

It's gonna be OK.

Come on. Let's go.

Eat up before it gets cold.

Hey, look at me.

I promise I'll never
let him hurt you again. OK?

Do you wanna hear
a story about Mr. Doo?

Salisbury steak kinda
looks like him, doesn't it?

OK.
How about your favorite movie?

How about we pretend
that this sheet
is a magic carpet

that can take us
anywhere we want.

Wouldn't that be great?

A movie.

All right.

You have to take
three bites of food first, OK?

He always knew just
the right thing to say to me.

No, here, it strikes.

Freeze all.

They're ruining my fucking life.

It's your own life.
It's your own fucking life.

-You want something.
-You could've had a career.

They didn't get
in the way of that.

I didn't get in the way
of that, you did.

You got a smart fucking mouth.

You'll never
fucking get rid of me.
You understand that? Never.

Go ahead, take all
your failures out on me,

but you leave them out of this.

Freeze all.
Freeze all. Freeze all.

Melt him, melt him.

Round two, round two.

John! Hey!

Wake up. Are you OK?
You're having a dream.

Got to pee, be right back.

Anthony, come here.

We're leaving.

You said this before, Mom.

When you get stuck in something,

you do everything
to get this back?

I don't ever remember
him being good.

He wasn't always like this.

Come here.

OK, next week,
he has a job in Pennsylvania.

On June 20th, you, me and John,
we're getting out of here.

You never have to see him again.

Never.

I wish it could be sooner.

I'm sorry it's taken this long.

I could help with that.

What?

Nothing.

You know it's his fault, right?

It's not yours.

So, do you have a plan?

The three of us will get a place
and things will be better.

You believe me, right?

Yeah.

You know I love you
and your brother, right?

Yeah.

Of course we do.

We love you too.

Go get some sleep.

OK.

You too.

Good night, Mom.

Good night.

Wake up, wake up.
They'll be here soon.

Do you think we need
headbands like Sal, do we?

No we don't need
wristbands or headbands.

We need tennis balls.

We need pumps like Dom.
Maybe with three pumps on
each shoe, I could jump higher.

Look, we just need a way
to break the light bulb.

Hey, they're here.

Hi, guys.

Hey.

Hey, not so fast.

Are you gonna introduce
to me your friends, or what?

Brian, Billy.

Nice to meet you.

Hey, boys. You're gonna go
play at the diamond?

This is nice.

Good weight, solid wood work.
Where'd you get it?

My dad. Used to be his.

-Oh, yeah? Did he play?
-Yeah.

I don't know
if Anthony told you,

but I was All-State
in high school.

-Really?
-Yes, for real. They even got me

one of those scholarships
to a good school.

-Wow.
-Wow.

-Wait, really?
-Yeah.

Fuck, yeah.

I had me a killer swing.

Killer swing.

I could fly around those bases.

You look like you're fast.

I'm OK.

I'm OK. I'm OK,

don't be so modest, all right?

Look at this guy,
look at the biceps on him.

I'd bet you're a home-run-hit
and lady-killer,
am I right or what?

Listen, the girls always
love a good ball player.

Remember that.

Back when I was still playing

their mom used to come

to all my games.

Sit up on the stands,
cheer me on,

watching me
crush them over the wall.

What happened to your career?

Well, you know.

You know how it is,
sometimes you get

a curveball and you time it
right and you just

knock it right out
of the pluck and at other times,

you get a changeup and you miss.

Let's go.

Hey, hold on, Ant, hold on.

Don't you, uh, want
to get some chewing gums

and some sodas for you
and your boys over here.

-Huh, you like that?
-Yeah.

Here, take it.

Hey, John, John, come here, I'll
give this to you, all right?

You're in charge, OK?

Don't lose it.

Alright boys.
Enjoy your youth
'cause it's gone like that.

I got to go to work.

OK, so we've got a grocery
list to hit for the game.

We need beef jerky, chewing gum,
uh, packet of balloons,

rubber bands, some quarter
drinks, and Vault sodas.

-Oh boy, is it
a Dom and Vault day?
-Just might be.

Wait, did you say
balloons and rubber bands?

You'll find out.

You guys got anything to add?

Uh, no, I think you got it all.

Plus, we don't have any money.

I've got five dollars.

We need seven dollars
and 25 cents.

That's 145 cans.

-Wait, cans?
-We will pick up
around the town.

If we use John's fiver,
we only need 2 dollars
and 25 cents more.

No, no, stop, stop.

Give me the five.

What's up?

We don't have any money.

'Cause this, this isn't real.

No!

I guess it's 145 cans, then.

You got to tell me
about that later, you nut.

So are you guys rich?

Huh?

Throwing away money like that.

That was your dad?

If you can even call him that.

Are your parents divorced?

They should be.

Mine are.

Really?

Yeah.

I only see my dad on weekends.

I mean, when he's not working.

It kind of sucks.

Could be worse.

He tries to come
to my games, though.

Yeah, come on, go there, ready?

Brian's parents are together.

He's super smart.

Kind of too smart for all of us
clowns hanging around.

Well, there's something
funny about having
someone to protect you.

Is that what you are,
his protector?

Yeah, you can call me that.

-So what about Dom and Sal?
-They're the type of people

who'd do anything for you.

They're like,
react first, think later.

So he really loves
John Starks, huh?

He loves him
to a disturbing level.

Yes, I mean, don't get me wrong.

I like him too, but...

Not the way your brother does.

He might be the only one
who likes him that much.

No, no, no, no, no.

John?

It's, it's OK, right?

It's just a small rip.

Buddy, it's OK.

OK?

Good work.

Hey John, haven't they
had a number three?

What, tennis ball?

Yeah, he's forever on the search
for a number three tennis ball.

Let me guess, John Starks.

Well, why don't we find out?

Sounds like a good plan to me.

Quick, quick, come on.

I don't know where my family
went. Could someone help me?

Three! I found one.

Yeah.

Come on, John, come on.

John, come on.

Fun's over, boys.

Wait, I know you. You're Brian.

I gave your parents a tour
of the facility yesterday.

You think this is
the type of behavior
we accept into our rack?

These are the thugs
you hang out with?

Woo.

Yeah.

We love you.

Come on, Yeah.

Come on.

Hey, Brian, do I have to go
to the private school to get
a membership at those courts?

Wait, wait, you're
switching schools?

My parents talked about it.

But, that's bullshit, you can't.

I guess I just miscalculated
their seriousness.

Look at all those tennis balls.

Quite a score.

-What are you gonna do
with all of 'em?
-Er, you know,

-just, you can never
have enough, right?
-Yeah.

-So, what flavor did you guys
get? I got chocolate.

Classic, vanilla chip.

I got V-chip, too.

Cherry.

Jerky and ice.

Oh, no.

Oh, that's nasty.

Hey, I am what I am.

How about you, Sal?

Rainbow.

Fag.

What's wrong with rainbow?

It's gay.

You're gay.

Huh, man, the rainbow is

a little bit of this
and a little bit of that.

A little bit of this
and a little bit of that.

Alright Dom, what did you get?

Lemon custard pie.

Oh, come on.

You're disgusting.

It's not weirder
than cherry lip balm, right?

Well, is that my girl, Gina?

Who's Gina?

This chick Sal
always kicks game to.

Her parents own a pizza place.

Watch and learn, boys.

Oh god.

Hey, hey, Gina, lookin' good.

You got that kiss for me yet?

Hmm, no.

-Huh.
-Please, girl.

You can't resist my style.

Come on, look at me.

I'm perfect.

So, check it,
I wrote a song for you.

Just for you.

Oh, God.

Dom.

Kick that beat.

My love is pure, this for sure.

And you're my cure
To my summer blues

Put it in the news, bold letters

You never had better

Sal loves Gina now and forever

What?

Hey, yeah.

-That was cool.
-I know, I know.

That kiss is a miss
So stop this dream

As it may seem,
I ain't part of your team

Whoa!

-What? What?
-Oh, my gosh.

-Oh, no.
-Hey stupid, sit down.

What! Here just sit,
just sit on my knee.

Hey, what are you drawing?

It's today's special.

Two slices and a coke for $2.99.

You should have
a special for the Knicks
big game four tomorrow.

Yeah.

Um, I have a question,

what are those pink things?

It's a hand holding
a pizza, idiot.

Hey, those don't even
have five fingers.

Right on that one.

Man, if you look at it
sideways like I am,

you could kinda see it, kinda.

-Yeah, right?
-Is that your thing, Gina?

A four-fingered guy?

Because I'd tuck my thumb in
all day for you, baby.

Think you guys could do better?

-Hell, yeah.
-Sure.

-Thank you.
-I see this.

It's a coke
and pizza special, OK.

-Pepperoni, that's key.
-All right. All right.

Another pepperoni,
another pepperoni.

- Another pepperoni.
- Yeah, there you go.

A guy eating it.

Sal, make him smile.

How about a coke?
How about a coke?

I'll make a coke, a coke.

- I got the coke.
- Excuse me.

Yeah.

Great job, guys.

So, what's a specal?

- She got you there.
- Allow me to teach.

A specal by definition is
when you give my boy, Sal,
a peck on the lips.

- It's a good deal, you know.
- Specal.

You wish.

- Specal's great.
-Hey, guys, like no joke, where is John?

- I don't know, I was watching this.
- -Have you seen him?

Nobody's seen John?

John?

John.

John!

Holy shit.

- That's goddamn amazing.
- Wow.

Why didn't you say
he could do that?

I didn't know.

You're a tough little boy,
aren't you?

Oh, yeah.

Hey, Johnny boy.

He stole your kiss, Sal.

Hey, what are you gonna do?

- Oh, shit! The game, guys.
- Come on.

Goodbye, Gina.

Bye, Gina.

Bye, boys.

A little late.

Didn't think
your team would show up.

Can we call that a team?

You gotta tee stand for him?

Excuse me?

Hey, enough fun, Bradley.

You're a new face.

And Dom, when did they
let you out of your cage?

When your mother
finished cleaning my ass.

Alright,
are we gonna stand here

and talk all day
or we gonna play?

You guys bat first.

10-run mercy rules in effect.

If you guys get 10 runs up,
I'll shave my ass

stick right out on it
and call it Bradley.

Come on, boys.

Let's do this.

Sal. Sal. Sal.
Sal. Sal. Sal. Sal.

Give me a minute.
Give me a minute.

This one's for you, Gina.

-Yeah.
-Back it.

There you go.

Woo.

Let's go.

Yeah.

Alright, Anthony! You got this.

Come on! Anthony! Anthony!
Anthony! Anthony!

Oh.

Felt the wind on that one.

-Try again.
-Come on, you got it.

Alright buddy,
don't let him pitch that.

Nice.

Steal that one?

Yeah. Good job.

Go, go, go.

Anthony. Yeah.

You want one
that isn't too heavy
but also not a toothpick.

-So when you swing,
it's got some power.
-Hey, get a batter up.

-How do you know all the stuff?
-My dad.

He used to take me
to the park when he got time.

Didn't your dad
ever take you to the park?

Let's go, come on.

This one feels right.

-Come on, John.
-Alright John, you got it.

-Let's go.
-Come on, John, you can do this.

It's a pint-sized John Starks.

Anyone bring
a Woofable set?

Shake it off.
Shake it off.

No wonder you guys
listen to the Rockets.

Good, try again, swing.

Try again. So close.

Come on, John, you got this.

Come on, John,
third time's a charm.

Oh, the baby lost his footing.

Hey, what do
you guys do for fun?

Shh, not a talker, are you?

I'm a talker.
Most times I don't
even need someone to talk to.

Come on, who's next, come on.

Who's it?

Oh, strike two.

There you go, come on. Hustle.

You're like a tornado
spinning around there.

Wow, come on, you need to work
on your swing a little bit.

Go home, practice
and then come back.

Oh, sucks, right?

Tom sucks, get out of here.

You're out.

Oh, look, it isn't
my little sunshine Bradley?

Good to see ya.

Shut up, Sal.

Who, me? You know...

Sometimes my mom says
I gotta get people agitated.

Now it sounds like
a fun board game.

But you know what, Brad?
It's not.

Shut up, Sal.

I got a hunch
that you got Dom agitated.

Just shut up.

Come on Billy. Do it again.

Come on Brad. I believe in you.

You're a little late that time
but I believe you can do it.

Alright, Al, shut up.

Hey.

- Go to first.
- The first.

Hey, nice throw.

Easy out, Bradley.

Yeah.

What's wrong?

Boom.

Bounce.

Out.

Moving on.

Yeah, Bri.

Come on.

- Oh.
- Clip.

Chug these.

Fast, fast.

Oh, shit, man.
We forgot the knife.

Oh, don't worry about it, guys.
I got a knife.

He never went anywhere
without that knife.

If you found him right now,
he'd have it on him.

Wherever he is.

What? I always carry one.

Yeah, because that's normal,
you savage.

So first, cut off
the bottom of the quarter drink.

Take a balloon
and wrap it around the end.

Now we'll take a rubber band
and put it around the top.

And there, my friends,
you have the finest peashooter

on this side of Nassau County.

Nice. Now, grab some pebbles.

Ammo all up.

Wait for it.

I got it. I got it.

Get this fucker.

Wait.

Now.

Nice shot.

Bradley, you're like a bullet.

What is it?

Is it a bee?

Now, you're one of us.

What are you doing?
Come on, get it in.

-Run, run.
-Go, go.

What are you doing?

- No.
- Yeah, Bri.

- Hey, Bri. Hey John.
- John.

Oh, baby Starks again?

You want an underhand this time?

Hey, Anthony.

Hand me the Vault.

Oh, boy.

Oh, shit.

I got this.

Here we go.

- Oh, boy.
- Here it comes.
He's gonna be good.

- Oh, Domino.
- What's he doing?

We'll see.

What? Not wanted at home,
in your own dugout now too.

Such an asshole.

Oh, my God. He pumped it.

- He's pissed.
- Oh, God.

F.U.

Caught your first base, loser.

- Come on, John.
You got this.
- Come on John.

Yeah, John. Let's go, John.

Come on, John.

Anthony and I
finally had a team.

A real reason to cheer.

The plan was coming together.
And in six days,

the Knicks would be champions
and he would be gone.

A new life.

No one could've anticipated
what that life would be.

We only have one shot.

So, you need to nail it.

Think about John Starks,
how did he do tonight?

Six out of eleven.

Alright.

What's better than that?

His free throws,
six out of eight.

OK.

Now, if you had one shot
in the clutch, who do you want?

John Starks.

Nice.

The Knicks win
and tie up the finals two-two.

OK.

You need better aim.

We only have one shot.

That's all it takes
to change everything.

Promise.

I don't know why
I just feel like he's gonna
walk in any second all the time.

No, I'm not telling
the diner, I'm just gonna go.

Yeah, it started again.

It's bad.

I've been looking
for jobs there.

Hopefully, something
will happen soon.

Yeah, I know.

I should've done it
a long time ago.

Are you sure this is OK?

You're a lifesaver, Jean.

See you on the 20th.

Look at those fun bags.

You know, I don't get tits.

How are they much
different than ass cheeks?

We didn't have the answer,
but none of us would admit it.

Sal's mom's tits do
this to me, beeb!

-Asshole.
-But you haven't
even scored yet.

Gin and juice.

Wow, nice shot.

It's all
about breathing, my man.

Watch.

Gin and juice.

Are you saying gin and juice?

Now load, put the pebbles in.

Put the pebble right here.

So now, it's all
about breathing and aim.

OK. Look, shoot.

Not bad, huh.

I only get one shot, right?

What do you mean, shoot again.

It's fine.

I don't know, he must
be confused or something.

Hey, Sal, would you
rather stick your head

between two ass cheeks
or between two tits?

There's the difference.

Yeah, good point.

Now, why am I sticking
my head between anything?

Have you seen them before,
like no bra?

Yeah, once.

Oh, you have?

- When?
- Come on. Come on.

Oh, come on. Come on.

Give us a tease.

So...

I was watching that movie,
you know, about the four boys

- that go to see that dead body.
- Yeah.

So, I remember
it was the best part.

Oh, yeah, when lard ass pukes.

- No!
- I'm done.

Let him tell the story.

You're an asshole.

Everywhere.
He makes everyone else puke.

-No.
-Huh.

Anyway. I heard this weird sound

coming from Mom and Dad's room,

so, I had to go investigate,

just when they came out

and they were
just hanging there flopping.

Nice.

What happened next?

My dad came out of the room.

Ew, you sick fuck, you saw
your mom's titties? So, what?

I've seen my mom's.

- Yeah, me too.
- Guys, it wasn't his mom.

No, it wasn't.

What did you do then?

Um, I told my mom
and that night...

Oh, I'm sorry,
did I wake you up, son?

How can you sleep
when you got so much to say?

Cracks through
my ribs and bruise
on my face that night.

You know? Weirdest thing is
I remember being happy.

Happy?

Happy that it was me
and not John or my Mum.

Fuck this asshole.
Just give me the word.
I'll go double Vault on his ass.

It's fine.
My Mom said on the 20th we're
just packing up and leaving.

You're leaving?

What about the plan?

What plan?

Look, bud,
in four days you don't
have to be scared anymore.

Then we won't have
to deal with Dad. Me,
you and mom could be happy, OK?

What plan?

- Wait, will that kill him?
-Yeah.

This looks dope.

Need any help?

You're joking, right?

No one will suspect us.
After all, we're only kids.

Don't be an idiot,
you'll get caught.

-Going to jail with him, Dom?
-Better than being home.

-Are we really
talking about this?
-It's not in you.

-You're not a killer.
-How do you know
what I am and what I am not?

-You are a good kid
in a shit situation.
-Gee, thanks, Dad.

I never said
he didn't deserve it,
I'm just saying sometimes

you need to do the right thing,
at least not do the wrong thing.

You know what? Fuck you.
You don't know me, you don't
know how bad it gets for us.

Yes, I do know,
I see the bruises,
throw this tough guy act,

but really,
you're just a scared kid.

-Get back.
-How's that for an act?
You want the fucking sequel?

Is that what you want?
To be just like him?

Hit me again.
Show your brother that you're
no different than your dad.

Take it.
Fuck up your life and his.

-Idiots! It's just
like that movie.
-What?

But instead of writing
and shit, John draws.

Yeah, he's right,
John's like Gordy.

Your brother's got
this special talent.

What if Gordy shot Ace?
What then?

No book, no movie.

Hey man, don't shoot Ace.

Four days,
it isn't that long.

What could go wrong?

It's just stupid
to try that shit.

Come on guys, bring it in.

Tear down, man.

-Do it.
-Do it.

Come on guys, bring it in.

Four days, 96 hours.

We go through together.

One.

Two.

Three.

Gin and juice.

Mom, guess what we did today.

Um... Made a three point basket?

Saw boobies.

-He's kidding, he's kidding.
-Yeah, he better be.

Watch your legs. Augh.

What were you up to today?

I'm looking for a new job. A lot
is gonna change in a few days.

Find anything good yet?

There's a listing here
for a part time nanny

and there's one for a cashier
at a party goods store.

My friend Brian he's
really good at math,
he'd make a good cashier.

-OK.
-Know John is actually
a pretty good drawer.

-Why, what did he draw?
-We were walking down the street

and this girl had
some side walk shop,

he made a picture
of Starks and a pizza
that was really pretty good.

Do you remember
our first apartment?

Kinda.

Now, I came in one day.
He was like two.
He had a box of crayons

and he'd drawn
all over the walls.

-Really?
-Yeah, at first I was pissed

but then I looked and he'd drawn
these amazing mountains,

with this rainbow
out of colorful butterflies.

-Wow.
-Yeah, quite
the imagination.

How come
I've never seen him draw?

You know, I tried to,
I tried to push
the couch in front of the wall,

but your dad found out anyway.

How?

You told him.

I did? I don't remember
telling him that.

When you were little,
you used to sing about
all the stuff John would do.

♪ John ate all the medicine ♪

♪ John swallowed a quarter ♪

Really?

And not to be forgotten B-side.

♪ John's in the street naked ♪
All classics.

Did those things really happen?

Scared the crap out of me.

You should hear Sal.

He sings, well, he raps.

Raps, huh?

Hey, why don't you
invite your friends over
for the Knicks' game tomorrow?

I'll get
some cold cuts and popcorn.

It's the fifth game, right?

Yeah, but...

-What abohim?
-It's Friday.
He'll be at the bar, the track.

You're in the clear.

Alright, I'll tell 'em.

Alright.

You know
you deserve better, right?

You too, kiddo.

Hey, in four days
we'll all have better.

-Yeah. I told John.
-You did.

I put a suitcase under my bed.

When your dad's not
at home, just put
some of your stuff in there.

It's not that big,
so just the important stuff.

I'll tell him.

Will you take him up to bed?

Hey, Mom, in our new house
you should get him some crayons.

OK.

-Alright. Good night.
-Good night.

-Love you.
-Love you, too.

Nice!

We're gonna do that.
Just throw the gun at the wall.

- What happened?
- O.J. Simpson?

What happened to the game?

- Alright here we go, boys.
- Oh, yeah.

- There you are.
- Mm, give me some.

- Thank you.
- Yeah. Woo.

You know, your mom kind of looks
like a Elaine from Seinfeld.

Sal, that's kinda gross.

Yeah, I see it.

Yeah, definitely.

I'd bed your mom.

You're lucky I like you.

Oh, what did I say?

I don't get this. Why do they
keep showing those cars on TV?

Can't see the game.

He was a famous football player.

I think he killed
his wife and her boyfriend.

By accident?

Don't worry about that.
They'll bail on him.

Shit.

Hi, honey.

You're drunk, go upstairs.

-Go upstairs.
-Shit, please.

-Get out of the way.
-No.

What the hell's the matter
with you? Get out of the way.

What the fuck is this? There was
cold cuts in here this morning.

Where the fuck are they?
Who ate them?

-Who ate them?
-They were for the boys,
for the Knicks' game.

Fuck.

-Go upstairs.
-Get the fuck out of my way.

Who ate my goddam cold cuts?

What are you, deaf?
Who ate my fucking cold cuts?

Who ate them?

I did, sir.

Who the fuck
are you, short pants?

I did too, Sal.

-Look, maybe you should
just slow it down.
-Maybe you should

sit your ass down
and shut the fuck up.

Shut up. I said shut up.

Yo, I need to say goodbye to my kids.
- Listen now,

you are not gonna say
goodbye to your kids,

you are gonna see them again.

If you wanna see them again.

Please you are scared now.
Please...

I take you
for one of the good guys.

I know you are doing your job.

OK, thank you
for this. Your people love you.

Don't throw it all away,
don't throw it all away.

Can't take this. -Yes, you can.
Yes, you can.

I can't. -You got your
whole family out here.

Hey buddy, don't throw
this away, don't do this.

They love you.

Don't do it, O.J.

It's gonna work itself out,
it's gonna work.

It's gonna work.

Get the fuck away from me.

Hey, it's all right.
Hey, it's OK.

You can't guard me,
starting from

the three of the mix
for the championship.

Woah!

You don't get to come,
only champions get that.

You get to come,
you're gonna be a champ,

tomorrow you win,
you will get a new life.

One shot changes everything.

I don't know much
about this game,

but I know it's not looking
good for the guys in blue.

Shut up, Dom.

So, tomorrow is the day, uh?

Yeah.

Do you know
where you guys are going?

No, Mom is still trying
to figure that out,

but whenever
we get where we are going,
I'll make sure to find you guys.

Hey, Brian, you eating that?

Jackpot.

Just sucks.

He should have to leave,
not you guys.

C'mon guys, step it up.

These guys looking
like me out there,
that's never a good sign.

Shut up, Dom!

Um, they are better than this.

It's just not fair.

Hey, we're only three down.

- Yeah!
- ...to take the last four shots.

- Hubert, Starks for three.
- Defense!

Yes, yeah!

Yeah, baby, whoa!

11 of his 22 in the four.
- Yes!

Hey, maybe they will cut off
the game right now for another
O.J. Simpson car race.

Shut up, Dom!

-Thank you.
-It all comes down to one shot.

-One shot. One shot.
-Changes everything?

I would still not be surprised

to see John Starks try to win it

from beyond the arc.

All right, Starks!

Rockets do not want a fault.
Starks for three.

Come on.

- Came up short.
- Come on!

You lied to me,
you said it was going in.

You said, "One shot, one shot."
It didn't go in. You said it.

-I, I didn't... I...
-It didn't go in. Look at it.

You lied to me, I trusted you.

-You said it was gonna go in.
-Listen, listen. This is just
going to make it better.

-No!
-I swear. Stop.
It'll get better,

-I promise.
-Look at it. It's not gonna
change. You don't know.

I swear,
if this is the last goddamned
thing I do, I will fix this.

Where's he going?

What the fuck?

-Anthony, Anthony. Anthony.
-No, you can't...

-Mom?
-Anthony, no. No, no.

Anthony.

Mom?

-He found out.
-It doesn't matter now.

Help! Help! Help!

Anthony, mom, mom, mom!

- Guys, back it off.
- Mom.

Give them some goddamned space.

The last time
he did this to you.

Guys, he's still in there.

Anthony, Anthony! No.

That's my son. No!

Help. Anthony, help me, please.
I can't, I can't move my legs.

Please, help me, please.
I can't, I can't move my legs.

-What happened to Mom?
-What! Didn't she get out?

Yeah, I got her.
What did you do?
What did you do?

You always have so much to
say, now what? Huh?

I wasn't ready to be a father.

I'm trying.
I'm trying to change, son.

You gotta get my leg, I gotta
get my leg, I can't move it.

What are you doing?

What? I'm sorry, please.

Please, I'm sorry.
Please. Please.

Pull me out, pull me out.

You gotta pull me out.

Come on.

Aw, aw, you got strong.

Let me go. Let me. Anthony!

Tell us a story, Sal.

You've always got
something to say.

No man, I got nothing.

This shit's messed up.

That's my story.

I just don't get it.

Why did he go back in?

-To save his dad.
-Should just
let him do his plan,

-this wouldn't have happened.
-You don't know that.

Yeah, I do. I goddamned do.
We should have gone in with him.

Oh, it all happened
too fast. There was
nothing that we could do.

It's not Brian's fault, Dom.

Well, we could
have done something.

You think I don't feel
bad about it, man?

OK, I've been thinking
about it every second,

and I will
probably think about it
for the rest of my life.

Anthony is gone, man.

He's gone.

He's gone.

Now John's leaving.

You're leaving too.

What's next,
you'll leave me too, Sal?

And what will I be left with?

My shit parents
who don't even want me?

Screw your parents Dom,
I'm not going anywhere.

We have
to stay strong, guys.

Screw private school.

You think I want to hang around
with a bunch of Bradleys?

I'd miss you guys too much.

Come on, guys.

Game seven is coming up.

The Knicks can
still pull it out.

Did your Mom say
where you guys are gonna go?

I mean... You'll be surprised
how far Brian and I can go
with people on our pegs.

If we just knew
where you guys were going,

with our bikes and pegs maybe,
maybe we could come visit?

John.

Honey, say goodbye
to your friends.

We've got to get going.

So you'll throw us all a punch.

Johnny, please.

Have heart, like Starks.

No fear.

Come find us, wherever you are.

You're tougher
and stronger than you know.

John.

I wanted to tell Billy
and all the guys everything.

-Love you, John!
-Love you, bye.

I wanted them to know
where we were going

and what they meant
to me, to Anthony.

I just couldn't
muster the strength.

Mom never could let go
of the guilt she felt
for Anthony's death.

She kept that with her
through the rest of her days.

That was the last time
I saw the guys.

Starks
for three, came up short.

The game is over
and it will go to a seventh

and decisive game on Wednesday.

Remember this summer
chill with the tweets.

Enjoy your friends
and family in three
dimensions. And get outside.

Holy shit!

20 goddamn years.

7,300 days, huh?

You sound like Brian.

Keep your elbows down, push me.

Fellas, fellas, fellas.

Hey. Nice birthday present,
Dom, a case of beer?

Is that who I think it is?

Hey, Bill.

Bill look who it is.

I knew I'd see you again.

Shouldn't you be
6'2 or 6'3 by now?

Wise ass, huh?

It's my birthday today.

Oh, well happy birthday
to you, man. What's your name?

Anthony.

-Shall we do it?
-Woo-hoo.

-It's about time.
-There he is. What's up?

-What up, fellas?
-Yes, what up, fellas?

Oh my God, look at those two.

Handsome.

Nice. Look at this.
Look at this.

-Johnny, man.
-What's up, Sal?

Hey.

Uh, this is my kid.

-Wow. Look at that.
-Hey.

You don't touch the hair.

Ooh, OK.

-You got a chip off the old
block over here, huh?
-You mean he's super handsome?

Well, that's what I meant.
That's what I meant.

You know
what I miss? Vault soda.
Whatever happened to that, uh?

I think the FDA
put the nix on that.

-Something about
too many fat kids.
-Hey.

Yes, too many kids sittin' home,
playing video games

on computers all day,
drinking sodas.

No one goes outside
and plays anymore, man.

-Nobody gets dirty, sweats.
-Oh, like we did.

Oh, yeah for like we did.

Hey, uh, I drew
something on the train.

-Oh, yeah?
-Yes.

Whip that shit out.

Yes, whip that shit out.

-Jesus.
-You let him talk like that?

- I do.
- -Like we were any better at his age.

Here, check it out.

You remember that?
You remember those kids?

I remember every kid
I knocked down, uh?

You should do a reading
down at the elementary school.

Oh, yeah.
How do you know about...

-I know all that, we all do.
-Yes, my kids love your books.

-Yes, mine too.
-He's trying to finish one.

How do you think the Knicks
are gonna play this year?
We've got a shot, right?

-No.
-Come on, dude.

Yeah, hopefully Melo stays.

They could go
the distance, right?

Nah, I don't know. One guy,

can't do it on his own.
He needs a team.

Well, that's true.
Everyone does.

And we all do.

Cheers, you guys.

It's great to see you guys.

-Come on.
-Not yet.

-Yes, next year.
-If the Knicks win.

If the Knicks win.