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(indistinct chatter on street)

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FORTUNE TELLER:
Xi�xi�.

(indistinct chatter continues)

(sighs)

("Mr. Chin" by Yellowman
playing)

? Eh, Mr. Chin ?

? Every day you-a give me
Pepsi, Pepsi ?

? What happen to the Red Stripe
beer and Lion Stout? ?

? Eh? Eh? Eh? Eh? ?

? Oh, yeah, Mr. Chin, eh... ?

Isn't this home?

? Uh, Mr. Chin, you fi sell
the right thing ?

? Say, all you got to do, you
got to do you own-a thing... ?

For the book or the Town Car?

MR. CHIN: Keep taking bets
through football season.

Then I want to wash
my hands of it.

We're in the basketball
business now.

JACKIE:
It's all on you, Alfred.

MR. CHIN:
That's right.

Listen to your
Uncle Jackie, Alfred.

? Him have one daughter,
she named Ting Ling, hey ?

? That the girl live-a
Constant Spring ?

? Me make love to her,
yes, she starts sing ?

? Un lang shang lang
un lang pai ?

? Yellowman, darling, why? ?

? You be the husband,
me be the wife... ?

- It's for lunch money.
- (siren wails nearby)

Says "prep."

They're definitely not
in the basketball business.

- (school bell rings)
- ? Ladies and gentlemen ?

? This time around,
the revolution ?

? Will not be televised ?

- ? Whoo ?
- ? I cross my heart that I love her ?

- ? Hey ?
- ? As we proceed ?

? To give you what you need ?

? '09, mother ?

? Get live, mother ?

? Ladies and gentlemen
of the court ?

? In the hearing against ?

? The State of Hip-Hop
v. Jay Electronica ?

? I present Exhibit C ?

- ? When I was sleepin' on the train ?
- (whistle blows)

? Sleepin' on Meserole Ave
out in the rain ?

? Without even a single slice
of pizza to my name ?

? Too proud to beg for change,
mastering the pain ?

? When New York...
was calling ?

? Southern rappers lame
but then jacking our slang ?

? I used to get dizzy spells,
hear a little ring ?

? The voice of an angel
telling me my name ?

? Telling me that one day
I'm-a be a great mane ?

? Transforming with
the Megatron Don ?

- ? Spittin' out flames ?
- ? Oh! ?

? Eating wack rappers alive,
...out chains ?

? I ain't believe it then,
...I was homeless ?

- ? Uh-huh ?
- ? Fightin', shootin' dice ?

? Smokin'... on the corners ?

? Trying to find the meaning
of life in a Corona ?

? Till the Five Percenters
rolled up on a... ?

? And informed him,
"You either build or destroy ?

? Where you come from?" ?

? The Magnolia Projects
in the 3rd Ward slum ?

? Lord, hear me. ?

(song fades)

Good morning, AP English class.

Yeah.

"Good morning, Mr. Richmond."

- (door opens)
- Oh.

Whether you know it or not,

you are a coming-of-age story.

That's right. This moment...
right here, right now...

you are coming of age.

Now, give me an example of

a coming-of-age story
that you relate to.

(Mr. Richmond humming)

All right, Miss Eleanor.

What is a coming-of-age story
that's affected you?

- Free Willy.
- (laughter)

MR. RICHMOND:
Um, I'm not familiar.

It's a movie about releasing
a killer whale into the wild.

- Man, free Max B.
- (laughter)

MR. RICHMOND:
Mister... Alfred,

welcome to AP English.

I prefer my stripper name,
Boogie.

- (laughter)
- MR. RICHMOND: Uh, okay. Ok...

No, all right, all right,
that'll do.

- Max B is in jail for murder.
- You got to hear both sides.

(sighs) Mr. Boogie,

one day, we all meet our match.

So... (sighs)

I present to you...

Holden Caulfield.

- That's not what it says.
- (laughter)

(sighs):
Oh, Lord.

I missed you.

I'm gonna keep telling myself
that I missed you.

(Eleanor chuckling)

(Eleanor grunts)

- ELEANOR: 'Ey, yo.
- ALISSA: Mm?

Tell me this nigga ain't
staring straight into my trap.

ALISSA: You mean this
Hunan beef on the curl machine?

- Yeah.
- That's Boogie Chin.

ELEANOR:
What's he doing here?

- Don't he go to Bishop Molloy?
- Mm.

He tested into City Prep
so he could play Monk.

Personally, I think
he's wrapped like a wonton.

- Fuck Monk.
- Mm-hmm.

And fuck ballplayers.
(sighs)

You know I can't quit
ballplayers.

RICHIE:
Man, it was quiet for ball

till you transferred here.

Now you got these little
Asian niggas

pressing up your jersey
like you Jeremy Lin.

Man, Jeremy Lin
can suck my dick.

Man, what?

I thought y'all
fucked with him.

Nah, he more model minority
Jesus freak than he is Asian.

- Chill, man.
- No shade, though.

Yo.

Who is that?

Oh, that's Eleanor.

He could get it
if he stopped staring.

ALISSA:
I really don't care.

He could watch me suck
that sweet and sour sparerib.

Girl, you just hungry talking
about all this Chinese food.

Mm-hmm.

- Come on, man, back me up.
- (scoffs)

RICHIE: No, bro, we got to get
to the elliptical.

Shut the fuck up.

- Nice pants.
- You got a staring problem.

- You got a pretty vagina.
- Hey, yo.

- (Richie laughs)
- Get the fuck out of here

with all that bullshit.

You better respect my mind.

RICHIE:
Yo, facts, though.

ALISSA:
Hold on.

I know this stew chicken
didn't say "facts" to my face.

ELEANOR:
All the beef's gone bad.

ALISSA:
Mm-hmm. I'm 'bout to go vegan.

- She wants it.
- ELEANOR: My vagina? (scoffs)

(basketball dribbling)

Get up.

Use your eyes.

Let's show 'em you can focus.

I am focused.

They give everybody else credit
for being passionate

but look at me
like I have an illness.

They're not gonna give us shit
in this country.

You understand?

No one believes
in an Asian basketball player.

It's a joke.

We can cook, clean,
count real good,

but anything else,
we're picked last.

But if you stick to our plans
and we beat Monk,

we'll get our shot at the NBA.

Well, I wish I could just beat
Memphis Houston

and prove 'em wrong.

Memphis?

Come on.

Memphis is soft.

If you want to be the best,
you got to beat Monk.

That's why I transferred you
to City Prep.

You got to show
those recruiters

you're better than Monk.

That you're the best
in the city.

("AP" by Pop Smoke playing)

(song fades)

(muttering)

(refrigerator door opens)

(door closes)

- (soda can pops open)
- (distant siren wailing)

What's up, Mom?

Nothing.

Same old fucking
ji bai bullshit, inshallah.

You got to relax.

Relax?

Why don't you tell me
how to relax, huh?

You and your father have
this crazy NBA dream...

- How to relax?
- I can walk on at Georgetown.

How are we gonna pay for it?
All we have are unpaid bills.

Who cares?
It's my problem, not yours.

You're always so miserable.

I'm miserable?

- Uh...
- Mm. What?

I can get financial aid.

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MRS. CHIN:
Hmm?

- (indistinct chatter)
- (ball dribbling)

Boogie, run the play.

(players chattering)

Yo, float to the corner, fam.

Boogie, use the screen.

- Use the screen!
- PLAYER: Throw the ball, bro.

Pass it.

COACH HAWKINS:
Come on.

(players muttering)

(blows whistle)
What happened?

(players chattering)

- That's selfish basketball.
- Look at this fucking cornball.

ASSISTANT COACH: What'd I tell
you about snitching, man?

- All right.
- You got a wire on you?

Everybody, relax.

You want to borrow my phone,
call 911?

Relax. Come on. He's just
doing the play you called.

- Come on.
- (laughter)

All right, everybody,
hit the showers.

That's it for today.

(players chattering)

- Think that's funny? Huh?
- (Richie laughing)

I mean, a little bit.

See next practice
if it's funny.

Go take a shower.

And you, I want to have
a conversation.

ASSISTANT COACH:
Come on, guys, keep it moving.

Nothing to see here.

Chill out on the rubbernecking.

Come on, speed it up.

Snitches get stiches.

Let's get this
Axe body spray going.

We're all excited.

We have a chance
to win every game

with you playing on this team.

But if you want to beat
Monk and Brooklyn...

and let's be honest, it's
the reason why you're here...

you have to start playing
team ball.

This team is hot trash.

You can't say that.

It's a fact.
You won three games last year.

You can't reduce people
to hot trash

regardless of how many games
they lost last year.

I'm not talking about them
as people.

On the court,
team is hot trash.

We didn't ask you to come here.

You're here for
your own selfish reasons.

You chose this family
when you transferred here.

(Mrs. Chin scoffs)

(chopsticks clattering)

Hey!

(bowl shatters)

? Well, it's all over,
oh, yeah... ?

(indistinct chatter)

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BOOGIE:
Oh, shit.

- (coughs) Damn.
- You always forget

the south-side exit
got the fishmongers.

Yo. How is Chinatown
next to SoHo?

These gremlin keepers,

they ain't learned
to boutique their shit.

Yo, I need to see a white chick
cop a durian, for real.

? It's all over again... ?

BOOGIE:
You been to this spot before?

RICHIE: Nah, but my mom wrote
it up for The Times, though.

Damn, your moms works for
The New York Times?

Yeah. What your parents do?

Man, my mom talks shit,
and my dad drives a Town Car.

(laughs) Hey, I mean,
my pop's Dominican,

so you know I never met him.

(laughing):
Man, you stupid.

Hey, can't stop us now.

BOOGIE:
Yo, that's Eleanor.

RICHIE:
Oh, shit, it is.

You still want to go in?

Yeah, I mean, she kind of bad

when she not dressed
like Capone and Noriega.

(Richie laughs)

(entry bell chimes)

- I love this.
- Mm, I don't know.

I think you're kind of
swimming in it. It's like...

Yeah? I really like it.

Oversize is cute, no?

BOOGIE:
Oversize is cute,

but you got them sleeves
looking like used condoms.

- JOY: Excuse me?
- Out. Get the fuck out.

- BOOGIE: Damn.
- I'm sorry.

- Get-get out.
- I'm trying to buy that.

- He just gets like that sometimes.
- Sorry.

Uncalled-for. Uncalled-for.

So... what's good?

You're a fucking asshole.

Don't front.
You know that was funny.

That girl and her little
influencer friends

help keep the shop open.

She got bread like that?

She's 18 and sells Fit Tea.

She don't spend money
on nothing

- but vintage and wet wipes.
- (laughs)

So you hate this chick
more than I do.

Of course I hate this chick.

I hate all these
fucking thirst traps

with their spray tans
and their butt injections

fucking up the game.

Who doesn't hate a thirst trap?

Don't front.

Should come to the game
this weekend, though.

I don't fuck with ballplayers.

You ever huff
spray paint before?

- Spray what?
- Hmm?

(spray can rattling)

- ALISSA: Go on.
- Shit, nah, but...

I'm 'bout... I'm 'bout it all.

This what you got to do
to get daddy mad?

(huffs) Ooh, shit.

(chuckling):
Damn, this is crazy.

I like freaky girls like you.

- All right.
- This is what I'm talking about.

- Freaky like y'all do exciting stuff.
- Nah. Mm.

- Mm-hmm.
- Like, you're doing good work out here.

- Yeah.
- Like, you-you living life.

'Ey, yo. Richie, you, too.
Get the fuck out.

Okay.

Damn, girl, I was actually
gonna cop something.

- But now I'm not.
- Bye.

Sorry.

You will all present your own
coming-of-age stories,

but as we see
in the literature,

while you may one day stand
singular and triumphant,

no one ever gets there alone.

Except maybe Bilbo Baggins.

John Wick?

John Wick. Good.
I'm culturally relevant again.

So, let's all break into pairs.

I'll leave it to you
to choose your copilot.

Don't be shy.

(students chattering quietly)

ALISSA: Can you believe
I'm hungry again?

(indistinct chatter)

Good day, madam.

Yo, so what's up?

About what?

Being partners.

Don't play yourself.

What do you want?

I-I... I want to...
I want to be partners.

I want to read
the book together.

We'll, like...
we'll get mad A's together.

I'm spoken for.

ALISSA:
Damn, though.

That was close.

Good try, Arroz Con Pollo.

You know,
you a little bit racist.

- You know that, right?
- Nah, I'm just hungry.

- Mm.
- Mm-hmm.

I feel like the game is strong.
I don't know what it is.

Is it strong?

I feel like
a left-handed layup right now.

(chuckling)

(spectators gasping, laughing)

(spectators cheering)

BOOGIE:
What year was this again?

MR. CHIN:
June 5, 1989.

One day after Tiananmen.

Greatest moment
in Asian American history.

This tennis match?

Come on.

MR. CHIN:
Name another.

(spectators cheering)

ANNOUNCER (on TV):
Unbelievable.

'08 Olympics.

You cried when
Yao Ming carried the flag

for the opening ceremony.

8/8/08 was emotional,
but it was a ceremony.

Plus, not Asian American.

Linsanity.

(scoffs)
He gave the credit to Jesus.

(chuckles) He did.

- (spectators cheering)
- BOOGIE: What about the girl

that designed
the Vietnam War Memorial?

Ah. That was big.

Maya Lin was only 21
when she designed that.

But Michael Chang
won a Grand Slam.

BOOGIE: Mm, how old was
Michael Chang when he won this?

MR. CHIN:
17, same as you.

BOOGIE:
I'm 18, man.

You know what? Whatever.

You've been watching this
old-ass tennis match from 1989

over and over again.

ANNOUNCER (on TV):
Against the number-one seed...

If you were Chinese
in America in 1989,

this match would matter to you.

ANNOUNCER: ...who literally
should not be on the court.

If you are just joining us,
you are joining us

at one of the magic moments
in this sport.

- (spectators cheering)
- Double fault!

Michael Chang
has won the match.

I don't believe it.

(rattling)

- MR. CHIN: Is the coach coming?
- MRS. CHIN: He said 5:00.

It's 5:10.

He's gonna be here soon, okay?

He's not gonna sit
in this chair, is he?

What's wrong with the chair?

What's wrong with this chair?
It looks like fuck.

Dining room chair?

We're not a Chinese restaurant.

Xiao Ming?

No.

- It's my chair.
- No!

- I like my chair.
- No, this is ridiculous.

It's the best chair we have.

This is not a spa.

It's a great chair.

- Don't worry about it.
- (knocking)

Get ready.

MR. CHIN:
It's a good chair.

BOOGIE:
It is a good chair, right?

- PATRICK: Hey.
- MRS. CHIN: Oh, hey.

- MRS. CHIN: Welcome.
- What's happening?

Thanks for coming.

- Thank you for having me.
- Yeah.

- Come in. Good to see you.
- How are you today?

- All right.
- Oh, I'm sorry. Um, no shoes in the house.

- Oh. Not a problem at all.
- Yeah.

Hold on. Not a problem.

- I'll put some respect on the house.
- Thank you. Thank you.

- Absolutely. Boogie.
- Patrick.

- What's up, my guy?
- Nice to see you.

- How are you?
- Good.

- The man of the house.
- Hey, Coach.

- Thank you for coming.
- Thank you for having me.

How's the day going?

Just hanging.
Uh, would you like some tea?

Oh, nah, that's the official
beverage of the Sunken Place.

- I'm cool on that.
- Oh, do you want some coffee, then?

Uh, it's a little too late
for coffee, but thank you.

- Beer? Yeah?
- Beer.

A man after my own heart.

I'd definitely take a beer.

MR. CHIN:
Everyone likes beer. All right.

This chair is
very comfortable, man.

- BOOGIE: Yeah.
- MRS. CHIN: Oh, thank you.

MR. CHIN:
Chinese beer.

Chinese beer?
It says "Taiwan beer."

- Oh, um, it's complicated.
- Oh.

Okay. Well, look, man, uh,
thank y'all for having me.

I know you got a big game
this weekend.

Yeah, I'm-I'm looking
forward to it.

Yeah, man. Hey.

Dennis Thompson,
he's tough, but I know

you got some tricks
up your sleeve.

Yeah, we'll see.
I-I feel pretty good.

Yeah, I'm not even worried
about that,

but when you going against the
Dennis Thompsons of the world

and the Monks, like,
you know, you just...

you-you can't keep your foot
on the gas the way that you do.

You know, you got to
switch up your speeds.

You know, put some trust in
your teammates, stay focused.

At the highest level,
it's-it's mental.

- You dig?
- Mm-hmm.

- PATRICK: Yeah.
- Thank you.

- Hey, that's right.
- Thank you.

Pops likes that.

Okay, I'm sorry, Patrick,
but, uh...

I mean, are you gonna give him
a scholarship or not?

(Mr. Chin shushing)

- Hey, hey.
- No, wait. I mean, this is a valid question.

We've been talking
for over a year now, but...

there's still
no scholarship offer.

Hey, Mrs. Chin, you know, uh,

like this beer,
it's complicated.

But we can give Boogie

a first-class education
at Georgetown

and a walk-on spot on the team,

and I'll connect him
with some of

our financial aid advisors
and, you know,

see what can happen,
but unfortunately,

there are no scholarships
available right now.

("Big Drip" by Fivio Foreign
playing)

? Yeah, yeah... ?

BARRACKS MC:
Welcome to the Barracks,

where, if you're not
going hard,

you should've stayed
on the FDR.

You know how NY
gets it cracking.

And by the way,
this is Monk's house,

so if you trying
to be the best,

you got to beat the best.

And that's word to Artest.
Let's go.

Oh, shit.

Monk is here.

The champ came
to stake his claim.

Let's go, baby.

- Everything good?
- No doubt.

Y'all look at this nigga
right here.

BARRACKS MC:
I see you, Chin!

? Shooter with me, I give a
fuck if you coolin' with me ?

- ? You say you ain't GDK ?
- ? What? ?

? What the fuck is you doin'
with me? ?

That nigga ain't
worth shit, man.

- That ain't nothin'.
- Little cute-ass nigga.

- Word. What up?
- Fire his ass up today.

BARRACKS MC:
Let's get it poppin'.

? I'm givin' nothin'
but figis ?

? We met in person,
now he believe me... ?

Monk, let's get it, baby.

- ? Free Sosa, he a demon ?
- ? Hey ?

? We winning, we on defense ?

- ? Hey ?
- ? She let me fuck on the weekend ?

- ? Hey, hey ?
- ? Shawty a baddie, baddie ?

- ? She try to add me ?
- BARRACKS MC: Let's go!

- ? Cannot have me ?
- ? No ?

? Little mami, I'm married ?

? If you keep a secret,
we could all be happy ?

? You can post a picture,
but you better not tag me... ?

BARRACKS MC:
A'ight, hit Monk.

Spin on 'em. Serve it up.

Banzai!

Look who we have here.

The Vanilla Gorilla.

Memphis Houston
is in the building.

The young Jedi has arrived.

Try to pull a sword out
of stone on Monk's court.

A'ight, what you gonna do,
Vanilla?

Gotcha!

A'ight, let's go, Monk.

This your crib. Let's get it.

(cheering)

Welcome to the party!

? If you coolin' with me,
you say you ain't GDK... ?

- Aah!
- (whooping)

Get 'em. Caught 'em.

Split 'em both.

Oh!

What the fuck?

- (chuckles)
- Sure fucked this nigga, man.

Somebody get this nigga
some crutches, man.

BARRACKS MC:
Fuck it, he need a wheelchair.

What the fuck is wrong
with you guys? Are you okay?

Here.

BARRACKS MC:
Patch him up. (laughs)

ELEANOR:
That's what it means

to you niggas, huh?

Who's fucking each other up?

I don't enjoy doing it,
but if it's what I got to do,

I'm-a do it.

I wouldn't hurt someone
just to win a game,

and I hope
you wouldn't, either.

Why you so upset
about it, though?

He's a bully.

It's one thing
to cross someone.

It's another to break their
ankles and then laugh at them.

It's just a game.

Yeah, I like talking about this
with you, though.

That's just game.

It's not game.
I've been consistent.

Okay.

I'm into you.

What else are you into?

Dominoes.

You play dominoes?

Yeah. I mean, I used to.

What happened?

My Uncle Jack, he don't want me
taking people's lunch money.

(chuckles)
He right, though.

You nice?

Not as nice as I am
at basketball,

but I don't really care.

I just like counting 'em up.

That's the most Asian shit
you've said.

- She shoots...
- Flying down.

- ...she doesn't score.
- (laughing)

So, don't go too far left.
That make sense?

Yeah, but... Yeah.

So, I know you want to go,
like, down the middle

and, like,
Michael Jordan airtime it.

- You know what I mean?
- Yeah, why not?

So just go from over here,
here...

You're good.

Yeah.

But it looks so cool
when you go fast.

You know, when they're, like...

- when you're, like... (laughs)
- Oh, oh.

Okay.

- Oh!
- Oh, I got it.

Get it.

Shoot a couple.

Feel like I need to put
some swag into it, you know?

Let's go. You got it.
Put the swag in it.

(laughs)

- Aw.
- Damn, I suck.

It's like I'm going too high.

- It's a miracle.
- Shut up.

We out.

(laughing):
Did you guys see that?

BOOGIE:
We out. We out.

That's what I'm talking about.

("Plug Speak Taiwanese" by Bad
Boy Raco G feat. NT2k playing)

HAWKINS:
Stay focused. Team defense.

Close out! Close out!

? My plug speak Taiwanese... ?

(cheering)

TINA:
Oh, you fucked up now.

TERRY:
You know what it is!

HAWKINS:
All right, stay focused.

TERRY: This is our first
big test against Midtown Tech.

Fuck it, we passing this test.

Box, box.

(song continues,
with rapping in Mandarin)

Clear it, clear it,
clear it, clear it.

(applause)

TINA: And all these scouts
that came out

to see Dennis Thompson
and doubted my baby

can choke on a ham bone.

TERRY: Listen, as a self-hating
Chinaman, I was skeptical

about this Boogie character
coming to City Prep.

Why? 'Cause he wasn't
playing Jenga with you

in the boba spot?

(chuckles) Perhaps.

Terry, you got to stop hating.

Do you see them yellow thighs?

Mm, I see you, zaddy!

What's "zaddy"? Is that an app?

ASSISTANT COACH: It's like
"daddy," but it's sexy.

You just put some twang on it.
"Zaddy."

HAWKINS:
There he goes. There he goes.

- All right.
- (cheering)

TERRY:
Boogie has busted Midtown,

so now they're playing
Dennis on him mano y mano.

A'ight, stay focused. Get that
zone set up on the defense.

Yo, man, scouts is here
for Dennis Thompson,

your man got us playing
this weak-ass zone.

- He ain't my mans.
- Call the shot, nigga.

One, one, one.

HAWKINS:
Come on, don't go rogue.

Stick to the plan.

Play the zone.

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- (cheering)
- HAWKINS: Time-out.

- (whistle blows)
- (buzzer blares)

Reading you like a menu, son.

Come on. Too easy!

Sit your ass down.

- Don't play yourself.
- What?

I'm the coach of this team.

You respect the plays
that I call.

That's a weird flex, Coach,
but a'ight.

Excuse me?

We're up 11.
It don't matter if I sit.

You know what? Get out of here.

TERRY:
With about three minutes left,

Coach Hawkins has sent Boogie
to the locker room.

Did you not agree with that?

Why don't you go handle
the coach again?

Shit.

- Mrs. Chin.
- Huh?

I'd like to introduce you
to Josh from St. John's.

Mrs. Chin, Josh.
Nice to meet you.

Hi. Nice to finally
meet you in person.

Yeah, well,
it worked out this time

because I'm here
to see Dennis Thompson.

- Okay.
- Oh, I mean,

Boogie put on a hell of a show,
for sure.

That's, uh...
that's why I'm here now.

Well, thank you.

- We really appreciate that.
- Mm.

Now, I'm gonna have to
confirm this with the coach,

but I think we could
guarantee Boogie

a non-scholarship spot
at St. John's next season.

- A non-scholarship spot?
- Yeah. Yeah, exactly that.

MELVIN: With all due respect,
Boogie could walk on

- at any college and start.
- Mm-hmm.

As I said inside, we're looking
for a scholarship offer.

Hmm.

Look, I love Boogie...
I really do... but...

(sighs) well, you saw him
self-destruct

- at the end of the game.
- Well, I...

Now, physically,
he's all there, but...

mentally, he's raw.

Maybe he's just passionate
about winning, Josh.

(chuckles)

Uh, let's keep in touch, okay?

Mrs. Chin, it was a pleasure.

Talk to you soon.

MELVIN:
Don't look at me like that.

What'd he say?

I don't have a problem.

Meet Uncle Melvin.

He can help you get
a scholarship

into a Division I school.

- (chuckles)
- He'll clean up your mess.

It's, uh,
nice to meet you, Alfred.

He's your new manager.

? ?

PRINCIPAL KODAK:
Mr. Chin, Alfred,

pleasure to meet
with you both today.

- HAWKINS: Hmm.
- The pleasure is ours.

And Alfred would like to begin
by saying something.

Well, if Boogie's not ready,

there are a few things
I want to get off my chest.

(school bell ringing)

I'm sorry, Coach Hawkins
and Principal Kodak.

HAWKINS:
That's not necessary.

MR. CHIN:
This is our culture.

I sincerely regret
embarrassing the school,

my family and my ancestors.

I'm extremely grateful
for the opportunity

to play at City Prep

and won't take it
for granted again.

And we are happy
to have you, Alfred.

MR. CHIN:
I hope this is satisfactory

and assures both of you
that Alfred has strong parents

who value respect
and discipline.

These are things
our culture is founded on,

and without them,
we are nothing.

HAWKINS:
It's water under the bridge.

I mean, it's good to know
that Alfred values

respect and discipline,

and I look forward
to coaching him.

RICHIE:
Dude.

BOOGIE:
Two million.

Give me that back.

Don't be mad.

Yo, you ain't even
shuffled right, son.

Oh, you're gonna blame it
on the shuffle.

Clearly, bro, you got all
the money, you got all the...

- This is not right.
- All right, well, you know,

how about next time,
you shuffle the deck?

Let's-let's just get to the
book real quick, you feel me?

You really want to read this
book over playing this game?

Look, I don't want
to read the book.

I just kind of
have to read the book

if I'm finna get into college.

Like, I need to pass
this class, homey.

I'm just saying, bro, like,
none of these books...

- Uh-huh. Uh-huh.
- ...that... none...

the school has given me
did I connect to.

Not one.
None of the characters,

none of the stories, nothing.

- It's fake, man.
- Man, we don't got to connect.

We just got to get some grades,
you feel me, man?

Have you ever connected to
anybody in a story like this?

Legit, have you, in any book?

I mean, my mom put me onto
this-this one dude Oscar Wao.

He a Dominican cat, and, uh,

he had to go back to the DR

and live with his family
over there,

and that shit was
pretty cool, actually, so...

you know, if you keep looking,
there might be something.

I need to pass
this class, homey.

We'll finish
this shit after, bro.

I'll take your money
afterwards.

(laughing):
I should've bet.

So, um, you don't think
it's likely

that Alfred gets a scholarship

to one of the top-ten schools
at this point, huh?

No, I don't.

The blowup in the last game
really hurt him.

Oh, come on, Melvin.

He's just aggravated because

his father has him
on this suicide mission

to beat the number-one player
in the five boroughs.

- Don't think that's the issue.
- Okay.

Listen.
Alfred is my only son,

and I've sacrificed
everything for him,

so I'm not gonna allow him

to fall through the cracks
like his father did.

You got to trust me.

You brought me in to look out
for Boogie's best...

"Alfred," please.

Right. Alfred's interests.

You know, it was actually
a very astute move

to transfer to City Prep.

Excuse me?

That game against
Dennis Thompson,

that's what opened
the door to China.

- China?
- Yeah.

See, this is actually what I
wanted to speak with you about

before we got side-tracked
with scholarships.

I took it upon myself

to send Alfred's tape from the
game against Dennis Thompson

to a few teams in the CBA.

CBA is?

The Chinese Basketball
Association.

(laughs) Okay.

Alfred checks a lot of boxes
for China.

- Yeah?
- He speaks Mandarin.

- Mm-hmm.
- He has Chinese values.

But he looks
culturally American,

and he's good enough
to play here.

I spun it as Alfred
bypassing the NCAA

and choosing China
over America.

The teams ate it up.

They're going to make offers.

Offers?

Look, I know it's a lot
to take in,

but you got to trust me.

(school bell ringing)

MR. RICHMOND:
How did everyone feel

about Catcher in the Rye?

Mr. Todd.

TODD:
It's real. It reads like

it could be written
by one of my friends.

The observations he makes
about, uh, other students

and adults
and just phonies in general,

I can literally feel it
on my skin as I read.

God, that's great that you had
such a visceral reaction.

Even-even just
your description of it

is-is very, um...
very touching.

Thank you, Todd.

Ah. Miss Eleanor.

I agree with Todd.

Holden questions.

Questions what we're told
should matter to us,

and he sees through them
as meaningless and phony.

And it makes me think whether

we actually have meaning
in our lives

or if we're just...

playing a game.

(chuckles):
Y'all crazy.

Excuse me?

Uh, Mr. Boogie, I am excited
to hear what you have to say,

but let's honor decorum.

Word.

Please continue.

- I can't stand Holden.
- That's interesting.

I do like Mr. Antolini, though.

Ah. That's weird.

He's usually
the parents' favorite.

- And most kids like Holden?
- Yeah.

Your other classmates
look at him as a hero,

or at least a...
an antihero of sorts.

BOOGIE:
He's not a hero.

He's just privileged.

Anyone with that much free time

is gonna be good
at complaining.

You're a nihilist.
You think life is basketball.

Playing basketball is gonna
save my broke-ass family.

MR. RICHMOND:
Okay, okay.

Decorum.

Mr. Boogie.

Look, I'm-a just speak
for myself.

There are a lot of kids like me
that have a lot of...

...stuff going on at home,

and they have no choice
but to grow up fast.

I resent Holden
'cause he's looking for meaning

and he's dying
for responsibility

but doesn't have
the slightest idea

of how that actually feels.

MR. RICHMOND:
Hmm.

I want you
to speak up more in class

like that, okay?

That was really smart.

You're lucky you have purpose.

You don't want to know
what's going on in my house.

Try me.

Hello?

I don't want to count it up.
Does that make sense?

No.

I'm not trying to play
struggle Olympics.

I'm not, either,
but you the one

that wanted to ask me
about my trash-ass life.

Yeah, I want to know your shit,

but I didn't think
you'd have to know mine.

My mom,
she's a controlling psychopath

that doesn't love
or believe in me,

but she's responsible.

My dad is irresponsible,

but he loves
and believes in me.

Your mom loves you.

How do you know that?

It's just one of them things...
parents love you.

I really don't think
she fucks with me

unless I succeed.

- Why's your life trash?
- (chuckles)

My dad loves me,

but it's kind of like
how a dog loves their owner.

It's unconditional,
but it's unconscious.

And my mom,

she just wants me to be
more like my older sister.

She thinks I'm
unnecessarily difficult

and opinionated,

and I'm just trying
to keep it real.

- Just want to be real.
- (laughing)

What's so funny?

We sound like losers.

Have you seen these docs like
The Jinx or The Staircase?

Yeah, but what you
trying to say?

How does someone that loves you

end up throwing you
down a staircase?

How does... how does O.J.
become O.J.?

ELEANOR:
O.J.?

How'd I get to this point
with my mom?

You don't have to
smile about it.

Nah, I mean, it...

it's just funny.

It doesn't have to be funny
if you don't find it funny.

That was like a thank-you kiss.

(laughing):
What's a thank-you kiss?

Like, "Thanks
for listening, friend."

(chuckles)

I want you to kiss me
because you like me.

I always liked you.

? ?

You're annoying.

Yeah, but I think you like it.

- Just a little bit.
- I got to pee.

- Again?
- What you mean, "again"?

- BOOGIE: We just... Goddamn.
- ELEANOR: You're so rude.

BOOGIE: We got to navigate
around tai chi lady,

- but we out. Come on.
- (laughs)

ELEANOR: I actually really
want to learn tai chi.

(song playing
with rapping in Mandarin)

(crowd cheering)

ELEANOR: Oh, you think
you got me sewed up now?

BOOGIE:
What? I'm not pump-faking you.

I'm here with both feet
on the ground.

You getting gold or red?

- ELEANOR: Red.
- Done.

- The gold look kind of cool.
- Don't you like the red?

BOOGIE:
All right, all right.

- Y'all didn't want the smoke.
- (Alissa laughing)

- Alissa, you...
- (laughter)

BOOGIE:
Uh-huh. Yo.

You look nice from here.

? ?

ELEANOR:
I didn't see you knock.

- (Alissa laughing)
- RICHIE: A'ight.

(cheering, applause)

(cheering)

Hey, come here, come here.
Look, relax.

Look at the scoreboard.

We're winning.

BOOGIE:
That was actually really smart.

Because I can't go.

That was a good move.

BOOGIE: Going into
your little fortress.

Stop judging my stack.

(laughter)

ELEANOR: You really
think you slick, huh?

BOOGIE:
You want to see the show?

Aquariums are like Rikers
for dolphins.

I do want to show you
my coming-of-age story, though.

- BOOGIE: Okay.
- (chuckling)

ELEANOR:
You're not scared at all?

BOOGIE: I've never
been allowed to be scared.

Why you scared, though?

BOOGIE:
Are you out?

- ELEANOR: Cut the check!
- (laughter)

BOOGIE:
Have you ever been in love?

ELEANOR:
Mm, nah. (laughs)

Mm, that's so good.

(indistinct chatter)

- (buzzer blares)
- (cheering)

ELEANOR:
I want to show you something.

- (chuckles)
- That's real romantic.

I like it.

That's a funny story
that I don't feel like

getting into right now.

Fine. My bad.

("In a Dream" by Rockell
playing)

I love this dolphin collection.

ELEANOR (chuckles):
From Trinidad.

BOOGIE: All this stuff
kind of fits, but why the cat?

It was from my grandma.

She passed away.

This was always
on her coffee table.

I don't even fuck with cats,
but I fuck with this one.

It's Grandma, so I get it.

It's cool.

What is wrong with you?

- What's wrong with me?
- Yeah.

What's up with
this ice-skating music?

Quit stalling
and just pull it out.

(laughs)

Don't laugh.

What?

I never done this.

That's cool, but you still
gonna have to pull it out

if we gonna do this.

? ?

You done this before?

- Once.
- With who?

None of your business with who.

You gonna talk yourself out
of this if you keep playing.

? Please stay with me tonight,
I need you... ?

(sighs):
All right.

I measured my shit hard,
and I'm above average,

but...

I'm soft right now.

Let me see the wick.

? In a dream, my love ?

? You will find my heart... ?

Damn.

We might just
need to be friends.

- Fuck you.
- (laughing)

- I'm sensitive about this.
- I'm just playing.

Why you so sensitive?

You got this crazy music
pumping,

and it's my first time.

It's a lot of pressure.

(inhales deeply)
Relax.

? In a dream, my love ?

? You will find my heart... ?

You ever fucked
with an Asian dude?

Nah.

I don't know why you tripping.

I'm tripping 'cause
my dick might be trash.

? You will find my heart. ?

? ?

I'm good?

You good, babe.

? ?

- (song plays over headphones)
- (door closes)

MRS. CHIN:
Hey, Alfred.

(song stops)

BOOGIE:
Yo, what's up?

Alfred. How are you?

I'm good.
Three weeks till we play Monk.

BOOGIE:
Tang yuen.

What's the occasion?

MRS. CHIN:
Hmm. What's the occasion?

Well...

Me and Uncle Melvin
are working on a big plan

to let you play basketball
in China.

- China?
- Yeah.

China's an amazing
opportunity, baby.

It's a chance of a lifetime.
Right?

Alfred, maybe we should start
at the beginning

so you can get
a sense of, uh, context.

Allow me.

I'm the youngest.

Okay.

Thank you, Alfred.

Cheers.

So, I sent several teams
in the CBA

a tape of your game
against Dennis Thompson.

- Everyone was thoroughly impressed.
- Mm-hmm.

And the Shanghai Sharks
came through

with a one-year contract.

$750,000.

Guaranteed.

That's a lot of money.

I knew you'd be impressed.

What's the catch?

(laughs)
Vivian asked the same thing.

There's no catch.

Well, you'd relinquish
your college eligibility,

but you can enter
the NBA Draft at 19

once you satisfy your year.

- (door opens)
- (door chime): Mushi mushi.

(door closes)

(tea pouring)

MR. CHIN:
What's going on here?

MELVIN:
I was just in the middle

of telling Alfred
some good news.

You're, um, just in time.

MR. CHIN:
Who doesn't like good news?

As I was telling Alfred,

the, uh, Shanghai Sharks
have offered

a one-year contract
to play in China.

He's a good son.

Absolutely.

A great son.

So, you think my son

is gonna go behind my back
and sign this contract?

We have our own plan.

Nobody's going behind
anybody's back.

We're all here
to discuss this together.

Xiao Ming...

did you know
we were going to discuss this?

I didn't know.

Melvin can save
our fucking family.

Save our family?

Did you hear that, Xiao Ming?
Melvin...

Melvin is gonna save
our family.

With all due respect,
Alfred doesn't even have

a college scholarship offer
right now.

The NBA is very unlikely
for him.

- Knock on wood.
- Knock on wood?

Lawrence, I'm not
knocking on wood.

Knock on wood.

Lawrence, this isn't the time
to go all Chinese

and superstitious.

We need to be practical.

MRS. CHIN:
Hey! Stop!

- Lawrence, no! Lawrence!
- MELVIN: Get off!

It is my dream.

You never thought I was
good enough to make it,

because you weren't.

All you do is talk shit
and blame Dad.

Huh?

MELVIN: Ask your dad who's
gonna pay these bills, huh?

You can't walk on anywhere.

- He's fucking broke.
- You don't know shit.

Yeah, yeah, come.
You want to hit me, too?

You have trash genes,
just like your father.

He's not like his father.

You assholes are gonna be
homeless without me.

I got you a deal
for $750,000, cash money.

Wait. Melvin, hang on a second.

- Melvin!
- (door opens, closes)

I'll get the money.

You just beat Monk
in three weeks.

If you beat Monk,

none of this matters.

("AP" by Pop Smoke playing)

BARRACKS MC:
Let's go! Let's go!

? AP, spicy,
I bust a check in my Nikes ?

? Am I a killa? Might be ?

? Two-tone, icy... ?

BOOGIE: He doesn't look
anyone in the eye.

Exactly.

He's not playing the defenders.
He's playing the floor.

BARRACKS MC:
Let's go!

(indistinct chatter, cheering)

JACKIE:
I know your parents are putting

a lot of pressure on you,

but it's generational.

Their parents put it on them,

their grandparents
put it on them,

and so on and so forth.

You know why
we're in this country.

I know, Uncle Jackie.
We lost the war.

We lost a war.

That's why we're here.

That's why we're
second-rate citizens

in a country that resents us.

You know, me and your dad,

we never expected
to have freedom

or independence or equality

or any of these things you ABCs
expect to have in this country.

I don't really have it, either.

You don't.

You don't have it
like these Americans,

but you got more than we do.

That's what we all
sacrificed for.

But if I sign that deal,
I'd be giving it all back now.

Back at zero.

You could still play
in the NBA, right?

- Yeah.
- Well...

then you're still in
the basketball business.

? Talk to me nice,
or don't talk at all, uh ?

? I make it go in this war ?

(over headphones):
? I'm off that Adderall ?

? I got 52 shots
in this Glock ?

? With an infrared
up on the op if he let off ?

? Trey Suvy hold the chop ?

? Yellow tape when it pop,
knock his head off... ?

(music stops)

What's going on?
He didn't do anything.

- Please step aside.
- We were just watching...

I said step aside.

(indistinct police radio
chatter)

(doors close, engine starts)

Yes.

(siren buzzing)

I got to keep my mind clear.

This shit is fucked up.

I mean, can they even keep him
on these charges?

It's usually not a big deal,
but my dad's on parole.

For what?

Assault. Twice.

So, if you sign,
your dad walks?

Yeah. He'll drop the charges.

What's the downside?

Determines where I play ball.

Oh, so I ain't get
a say in this?

Don't put more pressure on me.

You think I want to leave you?

Who said anything
about leaving?

I'm not trying
to put pressure on you.

I understand how difficult
this family shit is.

It's not just about family.

I owe like 5,000 years

of fucking Chinese history.

What you mean, "5,000 years
of fucking Chinese history"?

You don't understand.

Your parents don't hold it
over your head

that they sacrificed
everything to give you

- this opportunity in America.
- Okay.

Not the exact same thing,
but do you know

how fucking hard it was for me
to find out where I come from?

My history was fucking ripped
from me.

I was cut off
from my ancestors.

You're not the only one
who deals with these problems.

Okay.

Do you like beef with broccoli?

Yeah. Who doesn't?

Italians... they got
broccoli rabe on the menu

right next to the braciole.

MAN: This motherfucker said
"beef and broccoli."

Okay.

The Greek...
they have garlic broccoli

right next to the shell steak.

(scoffs) So?

So, anyone could have
put them together,

but only the Chinese
were willing

to bow their heads
and serve something

as stupid and basic
as beef with broccoli.

Okay, there's nothing stupid
about beef and broccoli.

Beef and broccoli isn't stupid.

It's fed neighborhoods,
and it's sustained us,

but Chinese people
could be so much more

if this country didn't reduce
us down to beef and broccoli.

You can be so much more, too.

It's hard.

I feel like a piece of beef

surrounded by sprouted greens
and MSG.

? ?

I need you
to fight for yourself

the same way you fight
for being Chinese.

Alfred, you made it.

Two signatures.

You're doing
the right thing, Alfred.

You should look this over.

There's a bunch
of stipulations.

It potentially limits your
playing time with City Prep.

Just drop the charges.
Get my fucking money.

("4r da Squaw" by Isaiah Rashad
playing)

? Yeah, if I can pay my bills,
I'm good ?

? I'm coming over ?

? Found a message
in my bottle ?

? Your son is coming up ?

? "By the beer,
by ear, by boo" ?

? What Yari saying? ?

? You ain't nothing
but a baby ?

? Your fear is growing up ?

? Listen here, I say, my dude ?

? And what you call it ?

? It was heaven at the bottom ?

? And peace from throwing up ?

? "By the beer,
by ear, by boo" ?

? My Yari saying ?

? You ain't nothing
but a baby ?

? Your fear is growing up ?

? I think I do this shit
for real, dawg ?

? Hey ?

? I ain't no
motherfucking maybe ?

? I'm for motherfucking real,
dawg ?

- ? Hey... ?
- (song fades)

MONK (chuckles):
What's up, little man?

I seen you taking notes
at the Barracks.

Now it's time for me
to take my notes.

Know what I'm saying?

Take it easy, man.

Nice new haircut. (laughs)

Just got a report they say
you was an angry little dude.

- Come on, guys.
- (Monk scoffs)

- Guys, it's not necessary.
- We good.

I ain't worried
about this little kid.

- (brakes hiss, squeak)
- (beeping)

Yeah, grab your backpack.

Hey, tell Juicy I said,
"What's up?"

Who the fuck is Juicy?

Oh, your girl didn't tell you
I used to call her Juicy?

Hey, well, ask her
how my dick taste, nigga.

(Monk laughs)

Salty!

- ? Catour, fuck it up ?
- ? Whoa ?

? Tried my hardest
not to hate you ?

? Should've known
she wasn't faithful, no ?

? Thought you was real,
must've mistaked you ?

? Just like your friends,
them hos is fake, too, no ?

? I took my Bentley
round the city ?

? Thinking 'bout you ?

? But you know
them hos is with me now ?

? I get out
my feelings quickly ?

? But I get high and then just
think 'bout how you did me ?

? Faded ?

? So if I ain't your nigga ?

? Faded ?

? Then that ain't my booty ?

? Faded ?

? And if this ain't real love ?

? Faded ?

? Then I'll keep you moving ?

? Faded ?

? One thing's for certain ?

? And two things for sure ?

? Been 'bout my money ?

? Give a fuck 'bout no ho ?

? Last time I seen your face ?

? Leaving you,
packed your things ?

? I thought that
you would change ?

? I was a fool, I stayed ?

? Playing in
these cruel love games ?

? Take a shot
to ease the pain ?

? Wish I could fast-forward ?

(fading): ? This ain't
what I asked for... ?

Yo. You know I don't
give a fuck if you smoke.

The game's tomorrow night, B.

Yeah, fuck it.
Doesn't really matter

what happens in the game
tomorrow.

How you figure?

My dad's in jail again.

My mom sold me to China.

My girl's a liar.

Who cares anymore?

She ain't lie to you.

She should've told you,
but she ain't lie to you.

Word.

I should've known it was
"don't ask, don't tell."

So you ain't tell Eleanor
about China yet?

Fuck you.

My man, I'm trying to help you
pick up the pieces here.

I don't give a fuck
anymore, man.

I got nobody.

Who am I picking up
the pieces for?

Look, I know that even if
I play my best tomorrow night,

I'm not touching Monk.

You're the only one
who has a shot at beating him.

All right, don't be
like that white boy

"Colden Haulfield"
or whatever the fuck.

A'ight, that's not you.

Don't you want to know
if you can beat him?

Fuck Monk.

My man, fuck you.

Everyone on that team
wishes they was you,

but they not,

so they give up shots,

they play defense.

We do the dirty work
all season long

so that you get your shot.

It's a team game.

Ain't about me.

Oh, so now you a team player.

I've been a team player.

My man, this has always
been about you.

Your plan to beat Monk,
your shot at college,

your dream to make it
into the NBA, a'ight?

Everyone here is here for you.

And now you're not even here
for your goddamn self.

(bounces then passes ball)

(dribbling)

(tapping cell phone)

HAWKINS:
Does he realize

how important this game is?

ASSISTANT COACH:
Man, he's gonna get here.

It's just, you know...

Richie, Boogie's gonna
miss shootaround.

You know where he is?

Yo, you pressing on me
like a 7-Eleven Cuban, Coach.

- Yo, he'll be here.
- Chill out, man.

- 7-11 Cuban?
- You're making these kids nervous, man.

ASSISTANT COACH:
Come on.

HAWKINS:
What's a 7-Eleven Cuban?

ASSISTANT COACH:
It's a sandwich.

(sighs)

You ready?

You ready? You?

It's simple.

This game, this moment,

all the hard work,
all the sweat, all the drills,

it's what we've been
working for.

And we did it as a team.

Not as one person; as a team.

Let's go. Come on!

Let's get it. Let's get it.
Let's get it.

Richie, come here.

We're gonna get it
rollin' and roasted.

Listen, level with me.
Where's Boogie?

I don't know.

You told me he'll be here.

Look, Coach, I'm here, a'ight?

I can't speak for nobody else,
but I'm here, Coach.

Get dressed.

CROWD (in distance):
Boogie! Boogie!

Boogie! Boogie! Boogie!

Boogie! Boogie!

- (chant fades)
- (crowd cheering)

(buzzer blares)

Let's go.

Alfred, what the hell
are you doing?

Your deal with the CBA
strictly forbids you

- from playing in this game.
- What deal?

MELVIN: You should've
read the contract.

HAWKINS:
He needs to play in this game.

- What is he talking about?
- I just want to play ball.

- He signed a deal.
- Hey, hey. Do you not speak English?

- What'd he just say?
- I do. I... Wh-What's going on?

- Relax. Take it easy.
- What are they talking about?

REFEREE: Fellas,
wh-what's going on over here?

Listen, we-we got
a game to play.

- Listen, if you don't play on time, you forfeit.
- I know.

We just need a couple
of minutes.

Supposed to be in China.
That's what the problem is.

- HAWKINS: So?
- MELVIN: You signed the deal, right?

PLAYER:
Yo, so we playing?

MELVIN:
He can't play in this game.

- Yo.
- PLAYER: What's going on?

You here for me or Monk?

- What did you say?
- You heard me.

MONK:
What's up, Juicy?

I see you chose this egg roll.

Shut the fuck up,
you big-head biscuit.

Your sister give you
that busted-ass lineup?

She always did talk a lot.

All right, guys, come on,
back in the locker room.

(clamoring)

PLAYER:
Let's get 'em, nigga.

(clamoring)

(whistle blowing)

This game is disqualified!
Everybody!

This team's supposed to be
in the locker room.

I don't want to hear it.
Good. I don't care.

This game is forfeited.
Let's go. Everybody out! Out!

We'll settle this shit
at the Barracks.

Whatever you want to do,
Wonton Soup.

Xiao Ming, no! Xiao Ming!

Enough.

You made this always about you.

You let the school down.
You let this team down.

Saturday,
I'm-a be at your house.

(chuckles)

I'm-a be home.

(Barracks team laughing)

(indistinct chatter)

Yeah, a'ight.
Sound good. Sound good.

GUARD: Come on, come on.
Let's go! Let's go!

? ?

FORTUNE TELLER:
Xi�xi�.

("Welcome to the Party"
by Pop Smoke playing)

? This is a Melo beat ?

? Baby, welcome to the party ?

? I'm off the Molly,
the Xan, the lean ?

? That's why
I'm movin' retarded ?

? That's why I'm
movin' retarded ?

? Baby, welcome to the party ?

? I hit the boy up, and then
I go skate in a 'Rari ?

? Baby, welcome to the party ?

? Bitch, I'm a thot,
get me lit ?

- ? Get me lit ?
- ? Gun on my hip ?

- ? Gun on my hip ?
- ? One in the head ?

- ? One in the head ?
- ? Ten in the clip... ?

- MONK: One, two, three.
- TEAM: Barracks!

- Four, five, six.
- Shake it, baby.

- ? Just lower your tone ?
- ? Lower your tone ?

? 'Cause you could get hit ?

? Don't let that Henny
in my system ?

- ? Nah ?
- ? I catch a body ?

? Next day I forget it... ?

- (cheering)
- BARRACKS MC: And we're off!

Who will reign supreme?

Who will be the king
of the Barracks?

Who will be the coco bread
to Juicy's patty?

Ew. Fucking pervert.

BARRACKS MC: A'ight, Boogie,
what are you gonna do?

? Ain't nobody ever gave me
shit with this big chip... ?

Oh, yeah, shorty.

- That's-that's all you got?
- Yeah.

Watch this. Look, look.

BARRACKS MC:
A'ight, let's go. Bring it up.

Look, look. You a baby. Look.

? I hit the boy up, and then
I go skate in a 'Rari ?

? Baby, welcome
to the party... ?

BARRACKS MC:
Oh, there it is.

Monk with the bucket.
Four-zip.

? Gun on my hip ?

- ? Gun on my hip ?
- ? One in the head ?

- ? One in the head ?
- ? Ten in the clip... ?

- What you gonna do, Boogie?
- Trap, trap.

- Oh, the trap.
- Richie!

BARRACKS MC:
Bad pass. Guess who's there.

(cheering)

Oh, Monk for two.

Backdoor, Monk.

(exclaims)

(cheering)

? I'm in Manhattan
in these stores, uh ?

? Don't try and run up
on my V... ?

BARRACKS MC:
Bring it up.

Oh, Monk for three. Wow.

That's two.

PLAYER:
Block that.

BARRACKS MC:
Boogie on the layup.

(song fades)

- Oh, Monk for three.
- (cheering)

Hey, watch corner.

BARRACKS MC: Arthur looking
like food out here.

Step back, cha-cha-ching!

(cheering)

That's the first half, folks.

(indistinct chatter)

Fuck basketball.

Mm-hmm.
I might even quit ballplayers.

They're exposing me.
I can't stop him.

They're not exposing you.

They're exposing the entire
right side of the zone.

Just give us what you got.

Look, let's play a box and one.

You take Monk
at the top of the key.

You'll have him one-on-one
like you always wanted.

Coach, he's better than me.

I don't want to play him
one-on-one.

I want to win. You was the one
talking about team all year.

I'll stop pushing buttons.

BOOGIE:
Come on, man, let's go.

Yeah, that's what
I'm talking about!

Dragons on three.

- One, two, three.
- TEAM: Dragons!

(indistinct chatter)

- Oh, shit.
- Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm.

- Let's do it. Get it.
- Let's go.

ELEANOR:
You good?

I'm good.

Game's over.

You got the game. It's over.

Let's go, man.
Let's get this done.

? Get straight to the cash ?

? Looking good
in all this fashion ?

? Looking good in
all this fashion... ?

BARRACKS MC:
Oh! Boogie with the three.

MONK:
Hey, look out.

? Looking good
in all this fashion... ?

BARRACKS MC:
Oh, Boogie off the rebound.

Oh, there it is.

- (cheering)
- MONK: Hey, yo, look.

Lowe, throw...

Give it up, bro.

Look.

Bro, what?
Yo, what are you doing, bro?

Richie. Richie.

- Oh, you want me to bring it up?
- Trust me.

? On my neck, 30... ?

MONK:
Hey, step up. Step up.

BARRACKS MC:
Boom. Boogie with the bucket,

pulling City Prep
within four, 50-46.

They on a comeback.

BARRACKS MC:
Richie with the bucket.

Yo, you took my chair, B.

You missed the whole
second half, man.

I thought you ditched.

I had to take a shit
in the bush. I got IBS.

BARRACKS MC: Harden step-back,
Cash App, cha-ching!

PLAYER:
Go, go, go, go, go.

Ay! Boogie with the two,
pulling it closer.

? Looking good
in all this fashion ?

? Get straight to the cash ?

? Looking good
in all this fashion... ?

Pick up. Pick up.

BARRACKS MC:
Richie for three. Splash!

And with 57-52,
City Prep is creeping on 'em.

? All this aggression
and all of this action ?

? Looking good
in all this fashion ?

? Looking good in
all this fashion... ?

MONK:
He got one. He got one.

Pick up. Pick up.

I got you. I got you.

Block party. Block party.

BARRACKS MC:
That's two. A'ight.

Let's go. Bring it up.

? Get away, dirty... ?

Oh!

Boogie on the layup.

(cheering)

Yeah!

? You wouldn't look good
with this fashion ?

? My moves... ?

BARRACKS MC:
Monk with the three.

PLAYER:
Two minutes left.

? Looking good
in all this fashion... ?

BARRACKS MC:
Boogie with the put-back.

? Birdie, looking good
in all this fashion... ?

City Prep is on a comeback.

Barracks on top, 60-59.

Set one. Set one.

BARRACKS MC:
Passes it off, top of the key.

Oh.

? Get straight to the cash... ?

- Oh, long range.
- (cheering)

Chicken and Cashew Nuts
puts the Dragons up two.

Good gracious. City Prep
With their first lead.

BOOGIE:
Come on. Clear out. Clear out.

MONK:
Clear what out?

- I'm going left.
- Go wherever you want.

BARRACKS MC:
Richie taking it to the box.

Oh! He just showing it off!

- (whistle blows)
- What? Where's the foul?

Where's the foul?

- Where's the foul?
- REF: He got him with the body.

MONK:
Stop crying, little ninja.

- Well, that chain weighing you down.
- Yeah, a'ight.

BARRACKS MC:
Still 62-60.

You know that shit
ain't no foul.

More like a love tap.

Yeah, that soft shit.

(chuckles)

I wasn't soft
when I was in Juicy.

REF: Cut the shit out, fellas.
18 seconds left in the game.

Let's go.

(cheering)

BOOGIE:
Oh, we all get lucky.

MONK (chuckles):
Don't worry about 'em.

Cute-ass nigga. Watch this.

BARRACKS MC:
It's all tied up, 62-62.

BOOGIE:
18 seconds left in the game.

Come on, come on, come on.

MONK:
Hey, what you gonna do?

- Yo, Richie.
- What you gonna do now?

What you gonna do now?

(chuckles) You better off
taking it yourself.

Do something with it.

- Told you.
- Oh, don't let Boogie get it.

Got him.

MONK:
Hey, step up.

BARRACKS MC:
Boogie with the slam!

City Prep up 64-62
with seconds left.

(indistinct chatter)

Pick up that D!

- (whistle blowing)
- REF: Ball game, fellas.

City Prep wins, 64 to 62.

(cheering)

("Fear Over Love" by Sheff G
playing)

? Me dead or in jail,
but that's what they want ?

? But that's what they need ?

? Look ?

? You know it get worse
before it get better ?

? Still holdin' my head up,
expectin' the worst... ?

BARRACKS MC:
That's it. The Dragons win.

? Still holdin' my head up,
me dead or in jail ?

? But that's what they want,
want, want ?

? But that's what they need,
but that's what they need ?

? Just to lie and throw
labels on me, nigga ?

? What do you see
when you look at me? ?

? I'd rather fear over love,
loyalty come before royalty ?

? I know that
they sick of me now ?

? Glock movin' like medicine ?

? Look, I know that
they missin' me now ?

? But never tried
look for me then ?

? I know that these niggas
pretend, so I gotta ?

? Stay with the Smith
like Wesson ?

? Mama, I'm sorry,
still movin' around ?

? I'm still movin'
with weapons ?

? Been through the shelter,
we been through the struggle ?

? We been through it all,
don't want your problems ?

? Just tell me your problems,
I'm solvin' 'em all ?

? You know it get worse
before it get better ?

? Still holdin' my head up,
expectin' the worst ?

? Still pray for the better,
still holdin' my head up ?

? Me dead or in jail,
but that's what they want ?

? But that's what they need,
but that's what they need ?

? Just to lie
and throw labels on me ?

? You know it get worse
before it get better ?

? Still holdin' my head up... ?

Yo, you good, bro?

Yeah, we good.

Chin, what up?

- First one's for free.
- Yeah?

- We gonna see you again.
- Mm-hmm.

(zips bag)

ELEANOR:
So, let me get this straight.

- You got a D1 scholarship?
- BOOGIE: Yeah.

It wasn't to a top ten,
but I got one.

(indistinct chatter)

Mm. Let me pour.

I'm the youngest.

My parents took it hard, too,
so I didn't say anything.

Feel that.

Only Holden Caulfield would
give his parents an invoice.

(Boogie laughs)

You feel me?

So, when were you gonna
tell me about China?

I didn't think
you cared about China.

- Don't be like that.
- Be like what?

Monk happened before I met you.

You can't hold that against me.

- You lied to me.
- I did not lie.

You knew it would hurt me.

You didn't tell me about China.

Fuck it, then.
We're both liars.

Why are you doing this to me?

People are doing it to me.

I did everything
I'm supposed to,

and I'm still being sent
to China.

Shit happens to everybody.

You can't keep feeling bad
for yourself.

China could be a real blessing.

A blessing without you.

China is
an amazing opportunity,

but it isn't shit without you.

I love you.

ELEANOR:
You mean it?

BOOGIE:
I really mean it.

ELEANOR: You still want
to hear about dolphins?

- (chuckles)
- Yeah.

When I was a little kid,
my parents took me to SeaWorld,

and I saw these dolphins
with flawless skin,

and I thought,
"Those are dolphins."

But when I was 15,
we went back to Trinidad,

and we saw these wild dolphins
in a pod.

So I jumped off the boat,

and everybody thought I was
buggin', but I didn't care.

And I swim toward the pod,

and there's these dolphins
around me just swirling.

But they're not like
the dolphins at SeaWorld.

I look down,
and they all got buck-50s.

They're all scarred,
but they're...

still chirping, swimming,

living like the dolphins
at SeaWorld will never know.

Never know.

You cut me.

But we wild.

And we still here.

? ?

? ?

? ?

(baby fussing)

(man speaking Mandarin)

("AP" by Pop Smoke playing)

? Look, AP, spicy ?

? I bust a check in my Nikes ?

? Am I a killa? Might be ?

? Two-tone, icy ?

? AP, spicy ?

? I bust a check in my Nikes ?

? Am I a killa? Might be ?

? Two-tone, icy ?

? Talk to me nice,
or don't talk at all, uh ?

? I make it go in this war ?

? I'm off that Adderall ?

? Talk to me nice,
or don't talk at all, uh ?

? I make it go in this war ?

? I'm off that Adderall ?

? Get to spraying niggas
'cause I hate niggas ?

? Fuck niggas,
I ain't playing with 'em ?

? I don't really
wanna hear niggas ?

? I ain't got nothing
to say to 'em ?

? I'm with Bear
eating steak dinner ?

? Just know he got
a K with him ?

? And my little mama
got it in her purse ?

? All I gotta say is,
"Babe, get 'em" ?

? If I run down,
it's a drum round ?

? All you gonna hear
is gun sounds ?

? Niggas know
I bring them guns out ?

? I make it hot
when it's sundown, uh ?

? Fever, shorty wanna
act like a diva ?

? Shorty wanna suck
on my Nina ?

? I leave that shit wet,
Aquafina ?

? AP, spicy ?

? I bust a check in my Nikes ?

? Am I a killa? Might be ?

? Two-tone, icy ?

? AP, spicy ?

? I bust a check in my Nikes ?

? Am I a killa? Might be ?

? Two-tone, icy ?

? Talk to me nice,
or don't talk at all, uh ?

? I make it go in this war ?

? I'm off that Adderall ?

? Talk to me nice,
or don't talk at all, uh ?

? I make it go in this war ?

- ? I'm off that Adderall ?
- ? Look ?

? I got 52 shots
in this Glock ?

? With an infrared
up on the op if he let off ?

? Trey Suvy hold the chop ?

? Yellow tape when it pop,
knock his head off ?

? Load up the chop,
it go dumb ?

? Niggas see me and they run ?

? Silencer up on the gun ?

? Niggas will shoot you
for nothing ?

? Trey Suvy,
boy playing with the toolie ?

? I bet he make a movie ?

? Woo, Woo ?

? Pop dripped up in Louis ?

? Couple hundred
in some jewelry ?

? Spent 55 on her booty ?

? Touch her ass,
a nigga's shooting ?

? AP, spicy ?

? I bust a check in my Nikes ?

? Am I a killa? Might be ?

? Two-tone, icy ?

? AP, spicy ?

? I bust a check in my Nikes ?

? Am I a killa? Might be ?

? Two-tone, icy ?

? Talk to me nice,
or don't talk at all, uh ?

? I make it go in this war ?

? I'm off that Adderall ?

? Talk to me nice,
or don't talk at all, uh ?

? I make it go in this war ?

? I'm off that Adderall. ?

(song fades)

("Plug Speak Taiwanese" by Bad
Boy Raco G feat. NT2k playing)

(rapping in Mandarin)

? My plug speak Taiwanese ?

(singing in Mandarin)

? My plug speak Taiwanese ?

(singing in Mandarin)

? My plug speak Taiwanese ?

(singing in Mandarin)

? My plug speak Taiwanese ?

(song continues in Mandarin)

? My plug speak Taiwanese ?

(singing in Mandarin)

? My plug speak Taiwanese ?

(singing in Mandarin)

? My plug speak Taiwanese ?

(singing in Mandarin)

? My plug speak Taiwanese. ?

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(song ends)