Blackjack: The Jackie Ryan Story (2020) - full transcript

Look at that.

Oh, no! He's running it.

Oh, watch out
for the flea flicker.

Run, run, run, run.

You got it, Dad!

Go line stands! Defense!
Come on.

- Boom!
- Shit!

- Nice run, nice run.
- Nice run.

Alright that's it for me.
See you later, fellas.

Let's go, Jackie.

It's gonna be late.
Your mom's gonna kill me.



Give me my watch.

- Come on.
- Your watch, alright.

Jesus.

Why'd you let him score?

I would have ripped
his head off.

Oh, yeah?
Is that right, smartass?

You know that's the guy
who got me in the local.

I wouldn't have a job
if it wasn't for him.

If you're lucky knucklehead,
he'll get you in the unions, too.

I ain't ever working
construction.

Well, is that right?

You're too good to work
with your dad?

- I never said that.
- Sure, you did.

Look around.
See this neighborhood?



This is as good
as it's gonna get for us, kid.

Yeah, right.
I am getting out of this dump.

Oh, really?
What's your plan? Enlighten me.

I don't know.

I'm gonna be in Point
or something.

Yeah, you're gonna join
the circus?

- You're gonna be a clown?
- No.

You're gonna grind it out just
like the rest of us, you hear me?

Put down the pumpkin, Jackie.

Shoot it.

Don't do it.

- Great shot.
- Thanks.

Where'd you learn
to shoot like that?

Has Randy been teaching you
basketball?

You know I hate
that monkey ball.

I don't know.

I want to be a football player
like you.

Yeah, sure you do.
Don't bullshit a bullshitter.

Listen, why don't you guys get out of here.
This isn't the brothers' court.

So why don't you guys just go back
to your neighborhood, alright?

Dad!

Jackie, get your ass back here.

You heard me.
Get the fuck out of here.

Jackie!

Jackie!

...called the white Michael
Jordan and he's not even in the NBA.

Instead, New Yorker Jack Ryan has
developed his skills while playing...

Like, I am just amazed. He's one
of the best white players I've ever seen.

He was a show-off.
He was an entertainer.

If the three-point shot
were in effect,

he probably would have averaged
between 35 and 40 points a game.

He's the only white boy
other than Chris Mullin

that has the type of respect
universally from borough to borough.

Seen them all.

He's one of the best shooters I've
ever seen in my life, bar none.

Jackie Ryan is one of the biggest
wastes of talent in the history of basketball.

Two, two, two, two.

Oh, God! Motherfucker!

Coach! Coach! Coach!

You alright, Jackie?

- Come on, Jack, flub up.
- Come on, Jackie.

Come on, Jackie.
I got money on this game. Let's go.

Like a fucking D.

See this fuckin' dude right there?
See this fuckin' white boy?

We got to get this dude
off the fucking court.

Come on, man. Yeah.

Yeah.

- Yeah.
- Come on, man.

You fucking kidding me?

Are you fucking kidding me?

- Hey, bro.
- Hey, my man.

Let's fucking go.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

- That's enough.
- Yo, what are you doing?

No more fucking playing!

Not you, not you, all you fucking
white boys get the fuck out of here.

You look half white yourself,
bro.

Get the fuck outta here.
You and your men, it's over.

- Shut the fuck up, man. What?
- I've been playing on this court since I was 13 years old, man.

Man, Yusef Hawkins was playing
at this court at 13.

- See what happened to him.
- That had nothing to do with us, bro.

Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo. Why you act
like a knucklehead, bro? What's up?

Get the fuck off of me.

So, has he been playing
on this court since 13...

I'm not on you,
you'll know when I'm on you.

Yeah, you want the fucking ball?
No one's fucking playing anymore, man.

Go get the fucking ball.

- What the fuck, man?
- Go get the fucking ball, okay?

No one's playing over here
anymore.

- Fuck off this court.
- ...ass, whipping your ass.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. Go whip your ass over.
Get the fuck off here.

Yusef Hawkins, Yusef Hawkins,
Yusef Hawkins.

- That had nothing to do with us.
- Shut up. Get the fuck out of here.

Take your fucking bike
and get off my court.

Grab my chair, bro.
Get my fucking chair.

Here you go, Marty.

Good man, Farrell. Just keep them coming.
Put them on my tab.

- You're good, Jackie?
- I'm good, Farrell. Thank you.

Wow, what's with all
the wool today?

Is that Jenny, your Jenny?

Holy Christ,
she looks beautiful.

She looks great.

What's she doing here?

I think she is visiting
her mother.

- I thought she has left here from the divorce?
- No, no.

- Really?
- She's back for a little bit.

- Well, let's say...
- No, no.

Come on.

Hey, ladies.

- Hi.
- Hi.

Jenny Burke, the only person in high
school to average more points than me.

Yeah. Well, the only reason
I scored more points than you

is because my teammates
actually liked me.

I mean I would have passed
the ball more if they were open.

- Hi, Marty.
- Hey.

I mean, look, look, I...
I've heard college does wonders,

but wow, you obviously have
grown out of your awkward stage.

I see you two clowns
haven't grown up at all.

What are you doing back?

- I'm coaching at Pace.
- That's cool.

Yeah, I'm staying with my
parents for a while

trying to get some money
for a place in the city.

- What about you?
- I'm... - Oh, him?

He ain't doing shit.

I'm doing great.
Thank you very much, Marty.

I'm, uh, I'm doing construction
with my old man.

- Well, that's nice.
- Yeah.

Um, can I buy you a drink?

Uh, I don't think
that's a good idea.

You know,
you might scare these girls off.

They're not used
to the Brooklyn dogs like I am.

What do you mean Brooklyn dogs?
We don't bite.

- We'll get out of here.
- No, no. Hold on.

- I want to know.
- See you around. - No, wait.

It was good seeing you, Jenny.

You, too.

I take offense to that, Jack.

I've never been a Brooklyn dog.

- Farrell, I look like a Brooklyn dog to you?
- No.

Thank you so much.
Man, she looks fantastic.

You still got that fucking
rat tail, you little midget?

Dildo. I mean, Dino.

Still talking shit
outta your ass?

What about you, tough guy?

You still playing ball with the
grannies on Tuesday nights?

I don't know, is your mother still
giving free hand jobs on Wednesday, Dino?

You give him a hand job
when he gets cold at night?

Oh, speaking of hand jobs,

maybe I'll grab a couple of shots
and go see your little skirt Jenny?

No, no Jackie. No, no.

- Jackie, no.
- Come on.

Who's the fucking bitch now,
bitch.

Call me, alright?

Mm-hmm.
I see not much has changed.

Hey, Pete Vecsey.

What are you doing in Brooklyn, huh?
You missed your stop?

I was looking for you.

Huh, my address isn't listed.

Well, it wasn't hard. I mean,
you're a very popular guy Blackjack.

Alright, Sherman told me.

Ah.

So, what's going on?
How's the writing?

Slow, slow, you know.

Summer pro-am games
here and there,

but I did catch that game down
on West 4th Street the other day.

Let me ask you something.

Why are you working on your game
if you're not playing for anything?

Well, reputation, I guess.

What if I told you that I could get you
to try out with the New Jersey Nets?

- I'd say you're full of shit.
- Why not?

I mean, I see, I see you running
circles around these kids.

No thanks.

You know, I'm working on a piece for
Sports Illustrated on Gill Turner.

He's a real big free agent now.

Yeah? So am I.

He says he wants to,
you know, stick around home.

A lot to say about, uh,
how important basketball was in the city.

- Maybe I can get a quote from you.
- Fuck that. Not happening.

Jackie, you and I both know
there is no reason

that you should not be playing
in the league.

You know,
you come all the way down here

to ask me for a quote
about Gill Turner.

Go fuck yourself, Pete.
Get the fuck out of the way.

But the gang armed
with a gun and baseball bats

allegedly mistook Hawkins for the boyfriend
of a white girl in the neighborhood.

So, what,
now all white people are bad?

Yeah, I remember this. It's like they forgot
white people built the Brooklyn Bridge.

Hey, jerk-off. What did I tell
you about that bike in the house?

It's gonna rain. Ma!

Leave it outside, please.

Hey, how did today go
by the way?

Don't encourage him.

You know your brother worked
a double shift today.

Oh, that's wonderful.
Where's your girl?

With her mom.

Sorry, bro.

Will you pipe down?
I can't hear the TV.

- Chrissy, how you doing?
- I'm good. How are you?

Good, good.

Hey, Suzie, shouldn't you be
with your boyfriend?

We're fighting,
but it's for real this time.

You'd know more about
your family

if you spent less time
with the brothers and the booze.

- Okay, Pop. Ma, can I clean up?
- Mm-hmm.

What, you got a hot date?
Look at him,

28-year-old playboy living at
home with his parents, rent-free.

Pa, you remember Jenny Burke.

I just seen her at Faros,
you believe that?

You got no
shot with Jenny Burke.

Fuck you, Billy.

I'm glad you saw her,
very nice girl.

Right?

Hmm, go take a shower,
I'll... I'll get dinner going.

The bike, fucko.

And there was some guy
looking for you.

Yeah, it's a big-time reporter,
thinks I can play in the NBA.

How do you like them apples?

And I could be the starting
quarterback to the Jets.

Yo, Pete! Wait up.

- What? You're agreeing to that quote now?
- No.

Look, they don't sound
interested, don't beg.

I don't want it to sound
like I'm begging for a favor.

- Mm-hmm.
- Okay.

Hey, uh, do you want to know what Gill
Turner said when I asked him about you?

No, it doesn't matter.
I'll ask him when I'm in the NBA.

Thank you, Pete.

- Yeah, take your lunch now, Jackie.
- I got you, Pop.

Hey, Jack, did you hear about
Jackie boy here playing for the NBA?

- Pipe dreams, Nick.
- Pop, you know about that.

I was wondering if I could get some
shifts off, you know, so I could train?

Come on, this construction site
puts food on your table, not Dr. J.

Yeah,
I guess I'll catch up to you.

How are you going to go? Twenty.

- Marty. It's lunch, let's go.
- Okay.

- What's up?
- What the fuck is the matter with you?

If my dad catches you selling
that shit, you're gone.

Bro, your dad's been pissed off
since Munsen died.

I owe some guys some money
from an advance, no big deal.

Don't say I didn't warn you.

- Help me make some money.
- No fucking way.

Just drop me up at the Y
on 14th after work, alright.

And Marty,
use your fucking head for once.

Alright.

We gotta figure a way
out of this thing.

We gotta make some money, Jack.

- What?
- Fucking unbelievable.

I'll figure something out,
but I can make...

Hey, what's up jerk-off?

- What's up, fellas?
- What's up?

Joey tells me you ain't been
paying your fucking taxes.

It's news to me.

Yeah, I'll give you
some more fucking news, okay.

One of our trucks got lifted.

Cashmere sweaters and I heard they
ended up in your fucking pocket.

If I knew anything like that,
you'd be the first to know.

Scout's honor.

Hey, Jackie, what are you doing
still hanging out with this jerk off?

He's gonna get you fucking hurt.

It's a good question.

I can't wait to bust your fucking
head, you little scumbag cockeyed fuck.

Little fucking ass face.

Fucking ass face.

You see what they look like?

Fucking half-assed gangsters.

Call them
football street gangsters.

You know what the joke's on them

because I got a whole box of cashmere
sweaters right here in this fucking trunk.

You fucking idiot.

- You trying to get yourself killed, Marty?
- Come on.

- Fucking...
- You want to see 'em?

Come on, give 'em to your family.
Check 'em out.

I guess I can give one
to my mother, alright.

Here, grab your shit.

Fucking nice. Hey, dickheads.

Don't take any action on the Mets.
They're on a hot streak.

I'm not taking the Mets.
Benny took the Mets.

- Where is he?
- Benny's a fucking idiot.

Damn, I don't think I'll ever
marry her, so she's done.

She's bluffing, Billy.
Let me talk to her.

No, Jackie. Just don't.

You'll make it so much worse.

And my baby girl's
getting married.

I don't know what lie
she told him, but it worked.

Drinks are on the Ryan boys.

- Barrels.
- Hello. Yeah, I'm looking for a guy

named Jackie Ryan.

- Hello?
- Okay, can you hear me?

- I'm looking for a guy named Jackie...
- Who?

- Jackie Ryan.
- Hold on.

Jackie, it's for you.

- Yeah.
- Can you hear me?

- Who's this?
- It's Peter Vecsey, you idiot.

I finally spoke to Willis Reed,
you know, with the Nets.

- Okay.
- I gave them your number.

- You got a tryout.
- Alright, yeah.

- Yeah, sounds good.
- You understand that? They're gonna call you.

Alright.

Yo, next round is on me.
I'm going to the fucking NBA, baby.

Uncle Jackie, mom said you're
taking us out to get ice cream.

I am. I'm gonna get you two scoops
each, I promise, okay.

I told you
that he's a liar just like dad.

- Dad is not a liar.
- Yes, he is.

Look, I just need you guys right now.
I'm begging you, okay.

Two scoops with sprinkles.

Oh, my God! Just like that.
You got that? You got that?

Okay, let's go.
Come on, just like that.

Right there, right there,
stay right there.

Mrs. Burke. How you doing?
Uh, is Jen home?

Hi, Jackie.
Look at these adorable girls.

Oh, my God!
I love my nieces, you know.

Well, she's at Saint Cecilia's.

Hey, congratulations
on Suzie getting engaged.

Thank you. We're very excited.

We're gonna go.
You have a good day, okay?

Let's go.

We're going to church. Come on.

Yo, Jenny.

J... hey, ball.

Jenny.

Her mom said she was here, huh?

- I want to go home. I am bored.
- Hey, hey, look at the magic basketball.

- Ready?
- I just want my ice cream, Uncle Jackie.

I know. She said she'd be here.
Jenny!

Well, what's with all
the ruckus here?

Jackie, what are you doing here?

I come here all the time.
I teach Chrissy's kids how to shoot.

No, we don't.

It's a good girl.
You tell the truth all the time.

Go give the father a hug.

Hey, guys.

- Hi, Father Brennan.
- Good to see you girls.

Alright.

- Who's this guy?
- Who is this?

He's just an old friend
from the neighborhood.

Some might say a local legend.

Well, notorious is more like it.

I got a tryout with the Nets.

Really?

- New Jersey Nets.
- Well, congratulations.

- Thank you. Alright.
- Your dad will be happy.

Yeah, I hope so.

I'll go get the car.

- Yeah.
- Congratulations.

I'll be right out, Travis.

So, what do you say?

Catch up like old times?
It's been a while.

Um, you know what,
congratulations on the Nets, but um...

I can't and I already got plans.

- With the yuppie?
- No, no.

- Come on.
- Come... he's a yuppie, Father. Come on.

That is my father's lawyer and he's donating
uniforms to the parish's boys club.

Did you hear her say boyfriend?

I... I didn't hear it, no.

Father, I got a confession.

- No, do not... stop, don't do that.
- Get down, Jack.

I've been waiting for this girl for six
years to come back to the neighborhood.

She just got back home.

She's the most beautiful thing in
Brooklyn and she won't go out with me.

I'm about to be in the NBA.
I want to celebrate her.

Take her out
to a nice steak dinner

and I'm wondering if your, you know,
professional opinion and all...

that'd be something
the good Lord would favor.

Well, that I... I mean, it's up to the
young lady not the Lord, in my opinion.

I mean... come on,
get down Jackie.

So, you're saying she should give
me a chance like Friday night?

No, no, no. Don't go putting
words in my mouth, now.

Okay. Alright, fine.
Just get down.

Friday night?

- Yes.
- Phew! Father, thank you.

Friday night.

Friday night.

Do not be late.

I'm gonna be there
with bells on.

Well, you caved in pretty quick,
didn't you?

- What...
- There you go, boys.

God Bless you.

Bless you.

Bless you, Jackie.

Hey girls, uh,
give your mom and dad my love.

Okay? Alright, bye.

Thank you, Father.

Hey, we got a date.

Ice cream time.

Ice cream time.

Come on, Jackie.
It's easy money.

I'm not doing it.

I'm training, alright.
No more boozing, no more partying.

I'm focused.

Oh, you're banging Jenny, huh?
Good.

Hey, don't talk about her
like that, alright?

Oh, Mr. Sensitive.

Excuse me for trying
to get ahead for once.

Yeah, well, I'm trying. I just got
to pay back these guys their money.

You think Gill knows
I'm trying out?

Hmm.

Yeah, Gill's shaking
in his boots right now.

Hey, you know,
you're gonna need an agent.

- I could be your agent.
- No fucking way. You're crazy.

Oh, come on, man.

I'll go get myself
like a nice suit.

I'll do my hair up real high.

I'll be like the little
miniature white Don King.

Why do you owe these guys?

- You're not supposed to be fucking with the Italians.
- Yeah, I know. I know.

- Remember the sweaters?
- Yeah.

I got a guy in the garment world who's
been cutting me in on these irregulars.

Turns out they're fucking stolen,
now the Italians want their cut.

- So, give it back to them.
- I can't, Jackie. I already spent it.

- Of course, you did.
- Yeah, well.

- Hey, Jackie.
- Hey, kid. How you doing?

- What's up, Billy?
- Where you been?

I clocked out early, sue me.

You shouldn't be operating.
I could smell the liquor from here.

- What about from here?
- Fuck off.

Fucking.
You fucking lay a finger...

Hey, hey, hey!

Hey! Hey!

- Back the fuck up, motherfucker.
- Hey, hey.

What the hell... Hey, hey!

- Walk it off! Walk it off!
- Step back.

What's going on?

Eggplant here forgot
his fucking manners.

- I can fucking take him...
- Fuck that.

- Fuck that.
- Jackie. Jackie, Jackie, what happened?

Obviously, Billy had
a little too much too early.

It's no biggie. It's hot out.
You know, it could happen to any of us.

- Is that a fact?
- Alright, everyone's going home. Billy, I'm driving.

Will, come by the office tomorrow if
you want to file a formal complaint.

I mean, come on.
What the fuck is that?

- Watch your ass, Will.
- Look at him.

Listen, you heard Jackie. It's hot out.
It's against the rules.

You know that.

It's gonna go on Billy's record.

- Come on, it doesn't have to...
- Come on. Ah, come on.

Happy?

Fucking asshole.

Way to stick up for your family, but you
don't ever throw your brother under the bus.

So, you ready for the best pizza
in Brooklyn?

- Best pizza in Brooklyn?
- Best. Best pizza in the fucking world.

That's a bold statement.

- I am starving though.
- Yeah?

- You?
- Yeah, I'm starved.

- This is it, huh?
- This is it. Right here. I'm gonna go see Louie.

- Getting to meet Louie.
- Okay.

Oh, my God! Rude.

Okay.

- We made it.
- We did.

- Jackie boy, what's going on fella?
- Louie, how you doing, brother?

- Good to see you.
- Good to see you.

- Who's the pretty girl?
- Pretty girl's Jenny.

- Hey, Jenny. Pleasure to meet you, Jenny.
- Jenny, nice to meet you.

How you doing?
How's a little Joey?

Little Joey's a fuck up.
What can I tell you?

I mean, he's like you
when you were a kid,

but now you're all grown up
and good.

Thank you. Thank you.

- What do you want? You want pepperoni?
- Uh, yes.

- Pepperoni, please.
- Pepperoni for her and cheese for me.

Can you throw in a cold one,
spot me?

You spot me some Net tickets;
I'll take care of that.

All season, baby.

- Good seeing you.
- Good seeing you, kiddo.

- Wow.
- What?

Did you put out
a local press release?

I got clout in this neighborhood,
you know, they take care of me.

Mm-hmm.

Why'd you leave?

Uh, because I could.

Excuse me, here you go.

Thank you, thank you, thank you.

- Enjoy. - Thank you.
- Thanks, Louie.

- Pepperoni for you.
- Um, I don't know.

I, uh, I just needed to get out
of New York for a while, you know.

Open my mind.

Huh, you sound like a hippie.

No, no. My dad would kill me.

So, am I doing good so far?

I mean, this place is beautiful,
right?

Yeah, you know, it is by far the
cheapest date that I've ever been on.

But it's not going
to be the last.

I'm gonna tell you that
right now.

Did any of your
basketball coaches ever tell you

maybe you're just a tiny bit
too cocky?

Oh, every single one of them.

Yeah, and I bet your Wall
Street boyfriend can't do this.

It's probably
'cause he doesn't want to.

That's disgusting.

I've been waiting six years
to do that.

- Mm-hmm, really?
- Mm-hmm.

So, how'd it stand up?

Yeah, it was worth the wait.

Alright, munch up. Enough of that.

Let's test out
this world-famous pizza.

It's the best in New York.

- Mm. It's the best.
- Mm.

Mm-hmm.

- Told you.
- That stands up.

Jenny Burke.

Come on, Jackie.

Let's go, bud. Hustle.

Alright, come on. Pick it up.

You want to play with the big
boys, you gotta hustle.

Let's go.

Go, Uncle Jackie.

Go, Jackie.

Fuck!

You need to get it
under a six-minute mile.

You know I do a lot better when
there's, you know, people watching.

Mm-hmm.
What you need to do is focus.

Uncle Jackie's too fat.

I am not.

- He's chicken.
- It's true.

You gotta listen to them,
Jackie.

Why don't you get out here
and run with me, you bum?

- 'Cause I'd burn you, you Irish donkey.
- Yeah, okay.

Why don't you stop yapping
and start running?

- Yeah, exactly.
- Why don't you stop being so beautiful?

Alright, you ready?

- Okay.
- Go get 'em.

Alright, pick it up, pick it up.

- He's doing better.
- He is doing better.

Alright, alright, I see you.

He's trash.

Yeah.

Now, get it Jackie.

Alright,
you get ten more seconds.

- We're a team, baby.
- Alright, you can do it. It's all mental.

Come on, dig deep.

Four, three, two,
last one, last one.

Oh, push, push, push, push. Come on, pick
it up, pick it up, pick it up, pick it up.

- Come on. Come on. Pick it up.
- Ah!

Push through, push through. Time.

Push, push, push.

Pop, pop, move your legs.

Alright, alright pass it.

- That's all I need to do, right there.
- There you go.

No, that's not all.
You need to work on your defense.

Everyone knows you can shoot,
everyone's gonna be looking for that.

Thank you.

Excuse me, ladies.

Don't say it,
I already know, alright.

Just tell me that you brought
the ID and the paper.

The what?

- The ID...
- I'm just kidding. Come on.

You are such a pain.

Hi.

- Hey, how you doing? Come on in.
- Yeah.

- Um...
- How can I help you guys? Take a seat.

We, um, sent over an inquiry
about opening an account.

Okay and, uh,
what was the last name?

Uh, Ryan.
It's Jackie Ryan.

Okay, Mr. Ryan.

Oh, yeah. Oh, Ryan. Okay.

So, Mr. Ryan, it says here
you have, uh, no banking history

and you graduated high school
about 10 years ago?

Yeah, I guess I never got around
to opening up a bank account.

Okay. Well, in order for us
to issue you a credit card,

we're gonna have to open
an account.

Oh, well, he brought his ID and, uh,
a letter with proof of residency.

Yeah, here you go.

That's the ID.

That info right there for you.

Good, good.

Well, that's good stuff,

but, um, we're actually gonna have
to ask for a 250 minimum guarantee

because lack of credit history.

See, I'm about to come up
on a lot of money.

You ever heard
of the New Jersey Nets?

Yeah, yeah.
So did a lot of people,

but, uh, I don't see how
that helps us here in the bank.

How old are you?

I'm old enough
to have a bank account myself.

So how can I help you?

Wow, look at this fucking guy.

Forget it, alright, let's go.

Anytime you guys want to come
back, I'm still here.

Absolute waste of time.

Okay, well maybe if you wore
a suit like I asked you to,

he would have given you
some leeway.

These things matter, okay?

I'm not wearing a damn suit,
alright?

And who needs a credit card,
anyways?

Jesus! Because, I don't know, I figured
maybe a guy your age might want one.

Oh, okay. Sorry I'm not
no fancy pants lawyer.

Look, your dad doesn't like me.
He ain't never gonna like me.

That is not what I meant
and you know it.

Look, I'm a ball player, right.

If I want money, Marty gets it for me.
It's just the way I like things.

Okay, you know what, fine.
I will not bring it up again.

Jesus Christ!
You are pain in the ass, you know that?

Look, you just gotta understand,
I'm not gonna let you down, alright.

And all of my problems are gonna
go away when I make this team.

Mm. You say so.

I'm gonna go work out
with Marty, alright?

I'll call you after?

Mm.

You know you're still gonna need a suit, right?

They make you travel
on one in the NBA.

Now you're coming around.

Now you're coming around.

Those credit cards
will do you in, Jackie.

That's what they're fucking
saying.

Yeah, well the government
can track you and shit.

Listen, I promise,
once you make it big,

you don't gotta do this shit,
you understand?

'Cause you're gonna make
that fucking team.

Yeah,
if we don't get arrested first.

- In and out, Marty, right?
- Yeah, in and out. In and out.

Alright,
you watch the fucking door.

I just want that cash register.

Alright?

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

Hey, you two.

- Stop right there.
- Ah, my knee.

- Stop right there. Stop right there.
- Fuck!

Stop right there.
Stop right there.

- Get out of my house, fucko!
- What the fuck is wrong with you?

- What's wrong with me?
- Fuck!

I get a call late last night from a
friend of mine at precinct 77 near Utica.

He tells me that his son
who's a beat cop

just chased your monkey ass
through Brooklyn.

You know what I did for your
mother, you miserable fuck?

I lied to him.

Yeah, I told him Jackie was here
all night and God bless your mother,

or I'd be taking your ass
to the slammer myself.

- Mom...
- Well, did you do it? Is it true?

No, no, no. You can't go crying
to your Ma now, you loser.

You cut your shifts.

You call out your brother.

Then you go drinking
with your loser friend

who sells drugs
at my construction site.

You don't think
I know about that?

Oh, he is fired, believe me.

- Fuck this.
- Oh, you don't pay rent!

You come and go as you please.
You got no responsibility left in you.

- Fuck you, yeah.
- Oh, yeah?

- Yeah, fuck you.
- Oh, yeah, fuck me...

I was never fucking good enough for
you since I stopped playing football.

- Oh, yeah.
- I haven't done a fucking thing right.

- So, fuck you!
- Ah, ever since you got this tryout...

Ever since you got this tryout,

- you've been walking around like you're too good for this.
- Fuck you. Fuck you.

- Fuck you.
- Hey, stop cursing in front of your mother.

- Stop it.
- Fuck you!

- Both of you just stop... ah!
- Get the fuck out of here!

Fuck you, man. What did you do to her?
You piece of shit, fuck you.

Oh, yeah. You're an embarrassment.
You're an embarrassment to me,

you're an embarrassment to your
mother and this whole neighborhood.

I also got a call
from Robert Burke.

Don't go there.
Don't fucking go there.

You're not going to ruin that
for me.

- Yeah, you know what...
- Just stop it.

You're not gonna fucking
ruin that.

It's the one thing
I got going in my fucking life.

- You're not gonna ruin it.
- Let him be now.

You know what I told him?
I told him you're a bum.

You're a no-good bum, so take
your shit and get out of here.

- Just go, baby.
- I hope you rot in fucking hell, Pop.

I'll see you there.

Take your shit
and get the fuck out.

And you forgot this.

- I don't even fucking like you.
- Here you go.

Here you go.

Oh, you forget
your cowboy boots, cowboy.

Here you go, those will look
nice walking the streets.

Jesus fucking Christ, Pop, that
almost hit me in a fucking head.

Susan, lock the door.

Miss O'Brien, I love you to
death, but the show's over, okay?

Go, go inside.

Get out of here, fucko,
maybe the brothers will help you out now.

Fuck, mother... that's it.
That's it.

Alright, there you go.

- Go spinning...
- You can pick those up.

Go spinning your ball
and do your tricks.

Fucko.

I didn't know what
Marty was up to. I swear to God.

Yeah, well if Marty goes to jump
off a bridge, are you gonna go too?

Doc, can you take an x-ray
of my head,

so my girl knows I got a brain,
please?

Oh, my God!
Can you take anything seriously?

Look, you are very lucky
you didn't tear anything.

But that being said,
there's a lot of inflammation,

you're gonna have to ice it
for a bit.

I gotta play though.
I gotta tryout with the Nets.

New Jersey Nets,
you heard of them?

I know,
you told the receptionist.

In fact, you told everyone
on the entire floor, Mr. Ryan.

- Unbelievable.
- I'm excited.

- Excuse me, I'll be right back.
- Thank you.

Thanks, Doc.

Hey, there he is.
Jackie boy, how are you, man?

Alright, this is my buddy Jackie.
Jackie, this is Isabella.

- Hi.
- How are you doing, Isabella?

- This is Jackie. This is my girl.
- Hi, nice to meet you.

- Nice to meet you.
- Nice to meet you.

- Yeah, Isabel. Do me a favor...
- Nice to meet you.

Get me, uh, two packs of Parliament and
get me some... get me some quarters.

- I'll see you at the party later.
- Laundry day. Thank you.

- Nice meeting you.
- You too.

Alrighty,
it's my Dominican girl, okay?

She's gonna bring a couple
of hot models around here.

We're gonna have a nice
little party here.

- Hey!
- Yes.

- You know I can hear you, right?
- Uh-huh.

Jesus Christ, Marty. You got to
clean this place up. It's disgusting.

And can you get rid of the booze
'cause there's no more booze for him

and, you know what,
no more booze for you either.

What are you talking about? I'm not the
one that's in training hopping the ball.

Yeah, well, you're a bad influence
and if you're gonna be his agent,

- you need to get your shit together.
- She's got a point there.

You know, there's fat agents out there.
I've seen them.

Alright.

- You like the place?
- I love it.

- Okay, those two top drawers are yours...
- Uh, I'm gonna go, okay?

- But I'll see you tonight.
- Alright.

- Thank you for everything.
- Bye, Jenny. Where's my kiss?

Awesome.

She's looking good.
Uh, those two top drawers are yours.

Just do me a favor,
stay away from this shit, okay?

'Cause people got dibs on that.

And that's your bed. Good, you're gonna
fit perfect. Watch it. Alright, listen.

- What?
- Here's what we owe, alright?

Jesus!

That's for you from your agent.

Yo, I shouldn't be mad that Jenny
wants to go to law school, right?

The most important thing is
she loves her job, right?

Absolutely.

And this freaking Travis guy
or whatever his name is,

he's just a family friend,
you know?

He's just trying
to help her out.

Yeah. You know what they say
about family friends, right?

Yo, you think her mother's
ever gonna like me?

Nah, it ain't happening.

- I haven't missed yet.
- Nice.

I know.

- That's your boy, Gill Turner.
- Yeah.

He's in better shape
than you are.

Yeah, I noticed.

You gonna say something to him?

Of course,
I'm gonna say something to him.

Hey yo, Gill. What up?

Yeah, I know you, right?

Yes, it's Blackjack
from John Jay.

Oh, Blackjack from John Jay.

Long time, man. How you doing?

I'm doing good.

You know, killing it at The Cage,
leading scorer two summers in a row.

Oh, I didn't know
they keep statistics.

Hell yeah, they do.

Yo, you should come down
some time, it's a good run.

I'll think about it.

Yo, Gill. No offense, but uh, I wanted
to tell you I was a little surprised

you only averaged six assists
a game last season.

Scorekeeper had it out for me.
Cost me two of my games at least.

See, I told you
they do that shit.

Yeah, I've been watching you
since your rookie years,

still getting away with that stutter
step, huh? That hesitation?

Seems to be working.

Not if I was guarding you.

- Yo, listen. I'm gonna get back to my workout.
- Yo, yo, Gill.

Yo, I said that stuff 'cause
I respect your game, you know.

We used to go hard
at each other back in the day.

But that was a long time ago and a lot
has changed, if you know what I mean.

Yeah, but, look,
I got a tryout with your Nets,

Fitch wants to take a look.

I'm wondering
if you can put in a word.

Look, what motor mouth here
is saying is you're a local guy.

You know how it is.
Put in a good word for him.

Sure, yeah, yeah.
I'll see what I could do.

We could always use a backup.

This motherfucker said it.
Alright.

Let's go.

Jackie, don't let him
get in your head.

Yeah, well, I'm not in his head.
See the way he fucking looked at me?

Fuck him. You know,
you're the star and by the way,

I got a pair of sneakers in there for you.
They're brand-new.

Check them out.

You mind taking me
to Jen's after this?

Are you kidding? We got plans.

What do you think
of the sneakers?

Any good?

- Yeah, you fucking good?
- What are you doing?

What do you mean what am I doing?
What are you doing?

Hey, look. Let's go out
and have a little fun.

You've been training like a fucking animal.
Let's go blow off some steam.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

Do a little blow?
Ride that white lightning? What the fuck?

This is for the Dominican girl.

It's not a good look, Marty.

Jack, you don't break
my fucking balls, alright?

- Like the sneakers or what?
- I like...

Alright, good.

You know what fuck it. Alright?
I've been working my ass off.

- Yeah.
- Let's go out tonight.

- Yeah.
- Huh?

- Absolutely.
- see what we can get into.

Let's have a good time. Let's go.
I'm gonna hit the showers.

Alright, go ahead.

- Some what?
- Some art on the walls.

- I like these walls. Fucking...
- No.

- Get off...
- Give me a kiss.

- Where's my cigarettes?
- Yeah, you...

Baby, I'm thirsty.
Can you make me a drink?

- What does she want?
- Some sort of drink.

Dude, you know where they are.

The other one.

- Grab her somethin'. What's your name?
- Liz.

Liz, Liz.
Where you from, Liz?

- Bronx.
- Everyone...

You can get
the best pizza in Bronx.

- Yo, baby.
- I think I need like... it's just a siesta time.

Yeah, I think so too.

- This is like...
- Take a bigger, bigger sip.

One more big sip
and we'll go to bed in a bit.

There you go.

Hmm.

I'm so happy right now.

Excuse me.

Come on, Jack. Let's go.

What do you want to do?

- What do you want to do?
- We got to get it. We got to get into the water.

Yeah, we got to get
into the fucking blue.

Get in. Go, go.

Oh, yeah baby.
Come on, come on, come on, come on.

First time's a charm.

- Let's get boosters.
- Let's go.

- Hey.
- You should wear the hat.

Heehaw, motherfucker.

Let's go.

Marty.

Alright, where are we headed?

Fucking car
smells like a turtle.

What was her name?
What was her name?

Oh, fuck!

- Motherfucker.
- Mother...

- No, it's not. It's not.
- It's not?

- No, it's not.
- Are you sure?

Where you going?
What? Where you going?

You wanted me to go
by Jenny's house, right?

Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Which one is her house?

Slow down. Right here.
Right here. Right here. Right here.

Slow down.

- Move.
- Hey, Jenny.

Go, go, go, go, go.
Get the fucking light. Go, Marty.

Fuck, go.

Old big Jackie Ryan,
you're scared chicken shit.

I knew you wasn't
going to do it.

In sports, free agent
Gill Turner is in talks to re-sign

- with the New Jersey Nets.
- Turn that fucking shit off, man.

- Not gonna hear it.
- No, keep it on. I'm listening to it.

...with the NBA Championships
throughout the next few seasons.

His agent on Friday confirmed the
agreement which was first reported by...

Don't I have something
to do today?

Yeah, dumbass.

You got your sister's
wedding today.

Oh, my fucking God, bro!

Oh, my fucking... My mother's
gonna kill me. What time is it?

Seven o'clock.

Jenny's never gonna fucking
talk to me again. We gotta go.

- Now?
- Gotta go. I gotta change.

Oh, man, it's not starting.

What do you mean
it's not starting?

I'm going to tell you, if it's not
starting, then the battery's dead.

What do you fucking mean the
battery's dead? Marty, let's go.

Jackie, I'm telling you, we must
have had the radio running all night,

or had a light on or some shit.

Oh, my God! Oh, I gotta change.

Come on, let's walk.

- We got to go.
- Alright.

I'm getting a bit old.

Oh, you got my lighter?

Where the fuck are we?

You got my lighter?
Oh, I got it here.

Come on, let's go this way.

Holy shit!

What are you wearing
to this thing?

- Huh?
- What are you wearing?

- What am I wearing?
- Yeah.

Not fucking this.

- Right here, right here, right here.
- Pull up.

Holy shit!

- Pay him.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa!

You don't want to get
fucking paid, bro?

- Here you go.
- Who the fuck put cans on the floor?

This fucking guy
doesn't want to get paid.

Ah, fuck!

Suzanne Ryan, do you take Dave Roylance
to be your lawful wedded husband,

to have and to hold from this day forward...

...for better or worse, for richer
or poorer, in sickness and in health,

to love and to cherish
till death do you part?

I do.

I take this ring as a sign
of my love and faithfulness

s in the name of the Father,
the Son and the Holy Spirit.

Dave Roylance, do you take
this woman Suzanne Ryan

to be your lawful wedded wife,

to have and to hold
from this day forward,

for better, for worse,
sickness and in health, rich or poorer,

to love and to cherish,
till death do you part?

I do.

I take this ring as a sign
my love and faithfulness,

in the name of the Father,
the Son and the Holy Spirit.

Put your hands on the Bible.

I now pronounce you
man and wife.

Kiss the bride now.

Thank you, Father.

I can't see.
I have no idea.

Oh, yes.

Take your glasses off.

I do not want to talk to you
about this right now.

Well, Gill didn't even know who the
hell I was, you believe that shit?

What do you want me to say?

Nothing.
That is what I want you to say.

God, I can't even look at you
right now.

I mean,
first you don't call me back

and then you show at my house,
drunk.

I wasn't drunk, yet.

You know all that training,
it's the nice Jackie Ryan.

- That's where you're on.
- You're starting to sound like my father.

If you do anything to ruin your baby sister's
wedding, I'll break your Irish kneecaps.

Not cool Jackie, not cool.

Jackie Ryan, I have never
been more upset with you.

Ma. Ma.

This is your sister's wedding.

Look at you.

Pull yourself together, now.

I thought this was a
celebration, for crying out loud.

I don't know, but your mom
is sure hot when she's angry.

Oh!

Jackie, Jackie. No, no, no, no.

- Oh so... the day...
- Marty!

- Oh, fuck me.
- Marty!

- Hey, baby.
- You son of a bitch!

- What?
- Where's my credit card?

- What do you mean your credit card?
- You took my car.

How am I supposed
to get to work?

I didn't... I didn't... stop...
Will you hold on for a second?

- I'm getting your car detailed, sweetie.
- That's bullshit.

- You're such a liar.
- Oh, no, no. I'm giving you details.

- You're always lying.
- It's gonna look beautiful.

- It's gonna...
- Get it for me right now.

I'm gonna get it.
You don't even mean that.

- Marty, hurry the fuck up, please.
- Give me a kiss.

- My credit card.
- I know. I know.

Listen, I got your car
nice and detailed.

- You needed a new battery. - Marty, I need you.
- That better not be a lie.

- You needed a new battery.
- Go get it.

- You didn't tell me how fly I look.
- You look drunk.

- I'm not drunk. Give me a kiss.
- No. Get out. Go get it.

- Alright, I'm getting it.
- Go. I'm waiting.

- You waiting?
- I'm waiting. I'm waiting.

Oh, fuck me.

Fucking Dominican girls are f...

Hey, you forget about
the fucking money you owe me?

- Oh, no, no, no.
- Did you forget...

Marty, for God's sakes,
give him the fucking money.

I got your money.
I said, I got your money.

- Alright, Eddie. It's coming.
- I want my money.

Please don't hit me. No more. Alright,
it's right down here. Can I get it?

- Give me a second.
- I fucking don't like you.

Okay, alright, alright. Eddie.
One second. Here you go. Here you go.

Alright? Okay, good.
Okay, buddy is it good now? No, don't.

Give me
motherfucking money interest.

- I'm not a jerk-off.
- Alright, Eddie.

- Alright.
- You called me a fucking football?

I didn't call you anything.

- Just give me a fucking second, Eddie.
- You little cocksucker.

Just give me a second.
There's your interest.

- There's your fucking interest. Please.
- I don't fucking like you.

No, no, no.

- No, buddy. Help me.
- Dirty little fucking...

- You fucking rat, don't move.
- No.

Hey, Eddie. Don't, please don't.
Don't do this, Eddie.

Dude, don't. Eddie, don't...
Fuck it, hit me in my nose.

Come on, Eddie.
Please don't, Eddie.

Eddie, please.

Hey, Jackie. You think you're
gonna make this team or what?

I don't know.

I told you not to hang out
with that fucking thief bum.

Fuck me, man.

Ah.

Okay, uh, I think that's enough.

Jackie, come on.

No, Jackie.

Come on, let's save some of that
for the fourth quarter, huh?

Can you please do
some of your basketball tricks?

Can I do some
of my basketball tricks?

Of course.
What do you want to see?

Spin it?

- Oh, well.
- Well, I'll make you another one.

Listen, I'm... I'm trying to be real
classy here with the tie and coat,

so I'll keep it short,

but I just want to say a few words
about my... my beautiful family.

Well, as long as you're paying
for dinner, huh, Pop?

Actually, it's on me.
So, don't remind me.

Good time.

But I want to share this
one story.

You know, Susan, she...
she made lunches for the kids every day

and everyone was picky.

I mean Billy wanted baloney.

Suzie and Chrissy,
they wanted their PB&J's

and Jackie just loved
his fried chicken.

But my sweet Susan,
she didn't complain once, not once.

She never complained about those
late hours or raising the kids.

You are the most generous,
grateful, kind person I know.

I love you with all my heart,
pearl.

I love you, too.

I tell you my mom's drunk.

But it didn't stop there.

As soon as Suzie and Chrissy
were old enough,

they started helping out.

When it was time for Billy to...
to come alongside his old man

and work right next to me,
he didn't bat an eye.

I'm a very lucky man.

So, here's to my...
my wife and kids.

I'm gonna go congratulate him.

- I'll be right back.
- I think you can have some water.

Pop, congratulations.

- Sit down, Jackie.
- No, no. I'm so proud of you and mom.

I just feel bad for her,
you know.

She's got to spend every day
with his miserable ass now, huh?

Jackie, come on.
Let's go, buddy.

- Get the fuck off me.
- Jackie, don't.

You didn't waste one opportunity
to take a shot at me, huh?

Not one.

- You piece of shit.
- Come on, Jackie. Let's go.

Get the fuck off of me.

Floor seats. Floor seats.

- That's what I'm going to give you one day.
- Come on. Come on.

- Keep dreaming.
- Let's go. Come on.

Look, he just hasn't been
drinking in a while, okay?

He's just dehydrated, okay?
It's okay.

Pizza's here.

Pizza!

Wait, you're not the delivery.

Do I look like
a delivery person?

Well, Jackie made it to the NFL,
so you have to wear these beads.

You touch me with those beads, I will
break your fucking wrist. Do you hear me?

Jenny. Baby.

Baby?
Now you want to call me baby?

Did you call me baby
five minutes ago?

- Are you out of your goddamn mind?
- What?

You're such a piece of shit,
you know that? I'm done.

Jenny, wait.
Just wait, just wait.

Let me talk to you
for one second.

Jeez, please, please, please,
please, please.

- Jackie, I don't want to talk to you right now.
- I'm fucking sorry.

I know you're sorry, but you know what,
I'm so fucking pissed at you right now,

but let me give you
a piece of advice.

Tell these people to leave
and go to sleep.

I can't tell them
to fucking leave.

I don't even know
who the fuck they are.

- People...
- Why can't you fucking tell them to leave?

Of course,
you can't tell them to leave

because you're the fucking life
of the party, aren't you?

And that fucking girl was
grinding on me all fucking night.

- I don't even know her fucking name.
- Oh, my God!

- The girl.
- Don't even get me started with the girls.

It's so fucking disrespectful.

I sacrificed so much to help you out
and you're throwing it all away...

I'm a fucking idiot.
I'm a fucking idiot.

Why do you always
fucking do this?

I'm a fuck up. Again, I'm sorry.
I love you. Please. Please.

That's all I ever hear.
Is you're so sorry. You're so sorry.

You know what?

I wish you the best
of luck tomorrow, okay.

Jenny.

I'm sorry. Jenny, please.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, sorry.
Fuck.

Fucking idiot.

Marty. Marty, I got to go.
I got the fucking tryout.

Get the fuck up.

We're late.

- Give me like 15 minutes.
- Marty, get the fuck up.

Stop, Jackie,
my face is killing me.

- We gotta go.
- Oh, fuck!

Just give me like 15 minutes.

Marty, get the fuck up.
We have to go. I'm late.

Biggest day of my fucking life.

- Come on, let's go.
- When do you gotta go?

Fuck you.

Yeah, Pete. Uh,
I'm not gonna make that tryout.

Listen, I really appreciate
everything you've been doing, okay.

- I'm sorry.
- Jackie, where are you?

- I'm at the motel.
- Stay where you are. I'll be right there.

Get in.

- Pete, I can't. I'm sorry. I...
- Jackie, we got half an hour to get to Hackensack

and I swear to God, if you
blow this and embarrass me,

I'll make sure the only place you
ball will be your fucking living room.

Get in, you degenerate.

Nice day for a tryout.

I... I know you're nervous. You've been
running your mouth the whole month.

Look at this fucking guy.

He's a good ball player though,
so are you.

I mean I've been
in this business a long time.

You've got one of the purest
jump shots I have ever seen.

I don't know about that.

Hey, you know what,
you're lucky.

You got a chance
to fix a lot of wrongs.

It's something most people from
our neighborhood never get to do.

You know, like, like me, right. Most of
the guys of my age went off to Vietnam.

I was in the Airborne
Special Forces,

but I never even left
the country.

Now, I get to write
about basketball.

You know,
when I started at The Post,

they said the NBA
would never last.

Now, look what here we are.
Here you are.

Hey, you know, you didn't have
to give me this shot?

I appreciate it.

Ah, what can I say?
I like an underdog.

Come on, let's go.

Hey, you got to sign in there.

- They're asking for representation?
- It's your agent.

Look at that.
Marty was right. Huh?

Welcome to the big leagues.

Alright, good morning fellas. Uh,
I'm Coach Carlyle. This is Coach Johnson.

Coach, uh, Fitch is on his way
down shortly.

In the meantime, I want to welcome you
to open tryouts for the New Jersey Nets.

Thanks so much
for taking some time.

Now, we're not expecting much, but we've been
known to find a few diamonds in the rough,

so I want to get you guys through
some basic conditioning drills.

I want to see what you do
with our motion offense

and then we're going to let you
run up and down in scrimmage.

We want to see you working hard
and we want to see who can play.

Now, it's one of those days,
fellas.

One of those days that could be the
first day of the rest of your life.

So, I'm gonna have half you
on this side put on red jerseys,

the other half
put on blue jerseys,

hit the locker rooms and we'll see you
out here in five minutes for lay-ups.

Two claps. Go.

Hey.

Well, Willis Reed says,
"I remember playing with you, old man."

- Oh, that's very funny.
- Huh.

Hey, who are those guys
over there?

Oh, just some European scouts.

Guys looking to fill up
their roster with professionals.

Uh, I better impress them.

From your lips to God's ears.
Don't fuck up.

Hey.

Push everyone.

That's it. That's it.
That's easy. That's easy.

Easy work.

Come on, man.
I've seen this match every time, baby.

Come on, man.

Light work, light work..

Okay, let me see that.
Let me see that.

- Come on. Let's go.
- Where's the fucking offense?

Play some defense.

What's up, J, baby?

If you guys
don't run the offense,

we're gonna be running
fucking laps.

If I say pass the ball in the
post, pass the ball in the post.

Move the fucking ball.

And what the fuck are you doing?

You understand me?

Now, run the offense, Jackie.

Jack Ryan, you want to play
point guard in the NBA?

I'm here.

I'm here.

Yeah, there's no fucking.

Keep going.

Give me the fucking ball.

Hey, hey, hey.
You, shut up. You're just happy to be here.

Ryan, what the fuck
are you doing?

Motherfucker.
Everybody, line up.

Stay away from him.

Hey, Malibu. Stay away from him.

Alright, that's it, guys.
Hit the showers. Except for you two.

Baseline.

How many, Coach?

Until I say so.

You kept the Irish kid
around?

Yeah, what can I say?
I have a soft spot for him.

They make an introduction.
I like what I see.

Yeah, our crowds would love him.

Yeah, I'm sure, but he's, uh,
he's not popping balloons for you yet.

He's still mine.

Let's go.

Now hit the showers.

I'll talk to you later.

Alright, man. Let's...

Oh, God!

Ah! Motherfucker!

- Coach! Coach! Coach!
- You alright, Jackie?

- Yeah.
- Get the fuck off the floor. Let's go.

Alright, Jackie.

Motherfucker.

Fuck you, motherfucker.
Fuck you.

You bullshit ass motherfucker,
fouls every fucking time.

Fuck you, Gill.

You little bitch ass
come back to the neighborhood.

You little bitch. Fuck.

Alright, Ryan that's it. You're done. Goodbye.

Day's over.

Hit the showers, dude.

Okay, everybody else,
let's get back to work. Let's go.

Red ball coming down this way.

Stay up all night drink beer,
wake up,

score 40 points
like it was nothing.

- Ryan, how's the knee?
- It's alright.

Good. Listen, I want to introduce you to
Todd Davis. He owns a professional team.

Harlem Wizards. Heard of 'em?

Yeah, I know Speedy and Tojo.

You guys entertain kids?

Well, that's part of it.
We are a professional team.

We travel and we offer
guaranteed contracts.

Yeah, I appreciate that, but my, uh,
my head's with the Nets right now.

Yeah, I understand.

But you hang on to that card
and you think about it, okay?

And, uh, Jack, when you're
open, shoot the ball.

Yeah, you got it, Coach.

You know, I told the coach
to take it easy on you.

Yeah, I told them the same thing about you.

Heads up!

Don't think I forgot
about yesterday?

You know you're a disgrace to the
fucking neighborhood, you know that?

You got it easy, you know that?

- I got it easy?
- Yeah, you got... How do I got it fucking easy?

You got it easy with your
little bitch ass Rolls Royce.

How the fuck you get
a Rolls Royce?

Look at your skin.

Yeah.

Coach.

Listen, I... uh,
I know you're hurt,

but you don't seem like the type of
guy that likes a lot of bullshit.

I'm not gonna lie to you. I could use a
little smoke blown up my ass right about now.

Uh, well,
you ever play in Europe?

No, no.
This was my first tryout ever.

Alright, well,
you didn't make it this year.

Okay, but you don't need, uh,
Vecsey to come back next year.

I'm inviting you.

Thanks, Coach.

- Alright and good luck to you.
- Thanks.

And stay in shape
and, uh, keep shooting.

Always.

Whoa! How'd it go?

You look like a bag of shit.

You look like
an orphaned raccoon.

Yeah, I tried to get you a limousine,
but I'm not that type of agent.

Yo, you missed the show I put on in there, man.

Uh-huh.

I see they left you
with a fishing pole.

Yeah, a cheap one.

The guys at Faros
want to throw you a big party.

I'm good. I feel like a bum.

Ah, come on. Stop it.
Then we'll buy you a drink.

I just want to see Jenny, bro.

Ah, shit.

Listen, do me a favor.
Don't act like a jackass, alright?

Why are you acting so nervous?

I'm not acting nervous. I got seven
pounds of weed in the car, okay?

Just play it cool.

Gentlemen.

Hey, Officer.

You know why I pulled you over?

Yeah, I... I blew the stop sign.
I'm sorry.

I was just talking
to my friend here.

How you doing?

You guys been drinking?

No, absolutely not.

What's going on with you two?
What's with the face and the crutches?

Oh, no. I... I got hit in the face with a
basketball and, uh, he, he hurt his knee.

He's a ball player.

Let me see your license
and registration.

Hey, Jackie, do me a favor?
Get my registration.

Sit tight.
I'll be right back.

- Stop acting nervous.
- Stop acting nervous?

I'm gonna write you boys
a ticket.

Pay attention, alright. There's kids
running around the neighborhood.

- Right.
- Alright?

Alright, sorry, Officer.

What?

- Are you out of your fucking mind?
- Relax, nothing happened.

Are you a fucking idiot?

- What'd you say?
- You heard me.

Jackie, relax. Okay? I was holding the
weed to pay back the Dominican, remember?

Oh, probably not because, you
know, you became such a big shot.

It had nothing to do with me.
The Dominican shit was you, remember?

Do you remember?

Dragging me
into that shit again!

Wait, so this is all on me?

It's always fucking you, taking me
away from training, my fucking girl,

anything positive in my life just
to make your miserable ass happy.

- Oh, wait so I'm the reason that you didn't make the team?
- I didn't say that.

Yeah, well,
it sounded like that, Jackie.

You know what, now that we're being
so fucking honest with each other,

you know what you are?

You're a selfish piece of shit.

Your old man
was right about you.

Don't fucking...
Take that back, Marty, right now.

Take that back right now
before I beat your fucking ass.

Take what back?
What are you fucking fifth-grade?

- I ain't taking nothing back.
- Let me out of this fucking car.

- I'm getting the fuck out of here.
- You gonna walk?

- Yeah.
- Well...

- Fuck you. Motherfucking...
- With one leg?

- Fuck you!
- Well, good. Fucking walk. Fuck you!

Fuck you.

You're lucky I got one
fucking leg, you little bitch.

Fuck you.

I got it.

What's going on, Jackie?

Hey, Pop.

I got nowhere to go.

Alright, well, you're gonna have
to start paying rent now.

Yeah.

Come on in.

He didn't make the team.
Don't say anything.

- I'm so sorry, Jackie.
- Me, too, buddy.

Their loss.

Yeah, I'm sorry.

- Hey, you alright?
- Yeah.

I'll talk to you about it later.

I'm gonna go upstairs.

He doesn't need your pity,
alright?

Don't start with me.

I'm just getting him ice
for his knee.

Farrell, one more.

Give me one more drink.

Jackie. Hey.

You done. I gotta cut you off.

I need one fucking drink.

Give me one more fucking drink.
One more fucking drink.

One more. Just give me...

Hey, we're closing up shop.
Come on, you gotta go.

You're done.

- Hello.
- Hey, Chrissy, how you doing?

So,
you don't know what time it is?

No, no, no, no.
I know it's late. I'm sorry.

I just wanted to talk to you
for a sec, you know.

What is it, Jackie?

I want out, Chrissy.

You know,
I just want fucking out.

What are you talking about?

If I had any fucking balls, I'd put a bullet
in my fucking head but I fucking care.

Call Father Brennan.
You should talk to him.

I don't want to call Father Brennan.
I want to talk to you.

I want to talk to you right now. You're
family, I want to fucking talk to you.

I can't do this
right now, Jackie.

- Chrissy!
- You're going to wake up the girls.

Chrissy!

Fuck!

Fucking bitch!

Shit!

It's Father Brennan.
Leave a message. God bless.

Father, it's...
it's Jackie Ryan.

I could really, really talk
to you right now, you know.

So, if you could call me back,
you know, the number and, uh...

Alright, Brian, we're good.

Oh, man.

Oh, shit!

Yo, Jackie.
Show us some of them tricks, man?

No. Not today, man.

Yo, get over yourself, man.

Yo, listen, Brian.
This guy think he too good for us now.

Did I fucking say that?

- What the fuck's the matter with you?
- Hey, what you so angry for?

I thought your father
don't want you around no more.

Why you gotta bring up
my fucking father, man?

You know I don't fucking play
no more.

Come on, man. Come on.
Here you go. Here you go.

Come on, you got it in you.

- You want to see your fucking trick, huh?
- Yeah.

- You like that? Huh?
- Yeah. Yeah.

Does that get you off, huh?
Motherfucker.

That's what I'm talking about
and that's the Jackie I know.

Right there, all pro, baby.

Yo, don't hurt yourself, man.

This guy is crazy.

Piece of fucking shit.

Motherfucker.

Yo, don't hurt yourself, man.
Don't hurt yourself.

Perfect timing. I just fixed it.

Did anyone call for me?

No, Jackie.

- Baby, could you get some groceries for me?
- Yeah.

Don't you see he just got home
from a hard day's work?

Dad, I got it. I'm fine.

I forgot to get salt
and I need potatoes.

- Okay.
- Okay.

- Jackie.
- What?

If you... if you want to talk
to someone, my friend Annie,

her sister is a therapist,
it might be good to talk it out.

Ma, I'm good. Alright. I... I shouldn't
have called Chrissy the other night.

I was a little fucked up in the head.
I'm... I'm good.

Alright? I love you.

I promise you.

Alright, he doesn't need
a head doctor.

He's gonna be fine
once he gets his paychecks,

money in his pocket,
he'll feel great.

- Get in the car.
- Huh?

- Get in the car.
- I'm gonna drop these off to Ma.

- I'm almost home.
- Shh!

Don't make me
get out of this car.

Okay, put on this tie.

- What's this?
- It's a tie.

Do you know how to tie it?

- Absolutely fucking not.
- I'll show you.

Is that him?

- Yeah.
- Alright, come on.

You know my son Jackie?

Hey, gentlemen,
how you doing today?

Uh, unfortunately,
Jackie already knows what he needs to do

in order to open an account
with us here.

Told you, Pops.
It's always the same shit with this guy.

Well, listen here,
you little shit!

I've been coming to this bank
for over 40 years. You hear me?

Long before you were even
a glint in your daddy's eye,

so don't talk to me
about credit history.

We're the Ryan family, okay?

- Sir.
- Do you understand that?

Maybe, if you don't understand that,
I should go talk to your manager

- whose brother I've been working alongside for the past 20 years.
- Sir, that's not necessary.

That will not be necessary. Jackie,
welcome to the banking family over here.

Stephanie will get you
taken care of on Sunday.

Appreciate it.

Does this mean
I got a credit card?

- Holy shit!
- Thank you.

Have a great day, Mr. Ryan.

- Sorry, I get a little heated.
- Yeah, it happens.

Yeah, alright.
Let's go talk to Stephanie.

Stephanie.

Farrell, you had me put it in.

Are you fucking kidding me?
The guy's down at half a hundred.

Don't give him any more fucking action.
We're gonna lose money here.

You had me put it in and you don't like me to tell you.

Hold on. Hello, Faros.

Hi, is there a Marty there?

Yeah. Who's this?

It's Todd Davis.

Yeah, hold on.

What? You're fucking taking phone
calls here now? It's for you.

- Me?
- Yeah.

It's Marty.

This is Todd Davis,
owner of the Harlem Wizards.

- Who?
- Todd Davis.

- I understand you're Jackie's agent.
- Yeah.

Yeah, I'm his agent.

I'd love to have you guys here
and come to speak to us about a tryout.

- Sure.
- We're here on 34th and 7th.

Yeah, sure, sure, sure.
I'm down there.

- Tuesday night, 6 p.m.
- Thanks.

Farrell, do me a favor. I'll, uh,
I'll settle up with you when I get back.

Come on, baby.

Ma, wait.

How come there's no potato chips
in the casserole?

Oh, 'cause Chrissy's counting
her calories.

- Yeah, Billy.
- What?

What are calories?

That's what make your mom
look fat.

- Hey.
- Am I gonna be fat?

I mean,
you're not getting any skinnier.

- What the hell is the matter with you?
- You see what you start?

- Seriously...
- I don't care.

- I just want the potato chips in the casserole.
- Will you two stop?

Nobody's getting fat, especially not
your grandmother, magical princess.

Easy, that's enough dear.

Yeah. Hey, Dad.

The doc told you
you got to cut that out.

Jesus, that's salt. And who made
you Dr. Quinn all of a sudden?

You know, Billy mentioned the guys down at
work were asking when you're gonna come back.

That's great.

Jackie, it's true. I mean, the guys at the
site don't care that you didn't make the team

and we could really use
your help.

- Okay.
- Well, come on, Jackie. Just say Grace so we can eat.

Alright, thank God. Let's eat.

Hello, hello,
Ryan family.

Oh, are you hungry?

No, no thank you.
I'm good.

- What are you dressed like that... for someone?
- You look like a clown.

Oh, look. I'm selling insurance
with my uncle. Uh, can we talk?

Yeah, go ahead.
It's a free country.

Uh, I mean, you guys are eating.
In private.

Did you close the backdoor
'cause I got the AC on?

I always shut the back door,
Big Jack.

- Come on, it's about business.
- What kind of business?

I'm not buying anything you're selling
looking like a car salesman over here.

Yo, fuck off, Marty.

No, it's a business of me
being your agent, Jackie.

You're funny, Marty.
You're really funny.

Jackie,
I'm serious on my mother.

I got a call today from the owner
of a professional basketball team.

They want you
to try out for them.

Yeah.

I got to work tomorrow.

Jackie, go, come on.

Come on, Jackie.

Just go. I'll save your plate.

Yeah, look.
The past is the past between us.

- You should do it.
- Yeah.

Hey, go ahead.
Come on, thank God.

The monk's gonna finally leave
the monastery.

I'll be at Faros, alright?

- Thank you. Mwah!
- Love you, Ma.

Yo, so who called?
What's going on?

The owner of the Harlem Wizards.

So, you think
he's the real deal?

Is he blowing smoke up your ass
or what?

You met him at the tryouts.

Of course, he's the real deal, Jackie.
Why else would I be here?

Excuse me.

Hey, hey, hey, hey. No.

Not if I don't get my potato chips,
you calorie count motherfucker.

Are you kidding me
with that right now?

- Don't curse in front of the children.
- I don't... it's not my fault.

Ear muffs, baby,
earmuffs.

Don't you fucking curse
in front of the fucking kids.

What, you want to be healthy,
huh, huh?

- Here's some fucking green beans.
- Oh, wow, are you kidding me?

Mom!

I just want the potato chips
in the casserole.

- What... how...
- I want your napkin off the table.

I can't believe I still live...

Jackie, Jackie, Jackie, they think maybe...
maybe a heart attack.

He's gonna be fine.

Hey, go get the car.

- Okay. Go, go.
- I... I need you to go with him.

Go with him.
I have to get the girls up.

Baby, I'm gonna meet you
at the hospital with the girls.

Come in.

- Hey, Pop.
- Hey, Saint Peter ain't cashing my checks,

so you girls can relax.

Did the bank send you
your credit card yet?

- Yeah, yeah. I ran it up already.
- Jackie.

Yeah, can... can you go find your...
your mother and your sisters.

I... Someone stole my lighter

and get the number of the
cute nurse while you're at it.

Sure, Pops.

You know, they're putting
warning labels on these things.

Yeah. You can be a real asshole
sometimes, too.

Yeah, newsflash.

You trying to give me
a real heart attack?

How do you feel?

Damn, right.

You know, when I was a kid,
I dreamed of being a football player.

And out of high school, I got drafted
in the Navy. They sent me off to Korea.

I was lucky enough to come back
with two good knees.

But my old man
had other plans for me.

No football, handed me a union
card, drove me down to the piers.

I had just served my country and
he said, "They did you a favor."

But that's the way
he looked at life.

I was gonna go to work just like he
did, just like his father.

Dad, I don't want that life.

Well, what do you want to do,
Jackie?

I'm gonna stop being a fuck up.

I want to make this
basketball thing work for real.

Well, sometimes what
we want isn't a God-given right

and you gotta make
accommodations for reality.

You gotta do something you love.

And God must have given you
this ability for some reason.

You haven't seen me play in years.
What the fuck are you talking about?

Well, all I've been seeing is you walking
around like a zombie and I hate it.

Go make a man out of yourself.

Come in.

- Hey, Pop.
- Hey.

I found that cute nurse
you were talking about.

Ah, yeah. I was joking.
It was for you.

- Yeah, yeah. Come on, girls. Say hi to him.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Hey, girls. How are you?
Give me a kiss.

Mwah!

Are you okay?

Yeah, I'm alright.
Were you guys scared?

- Yeah.
- Yeah, well, I wasn't scared.

- I told them that you are going to be fine, right?
- Yeah, that's right.

I'm gonna be fine.

That you are going to look
after yourself.

- Yeah. Right?
- Yeah. That's right.

I'm feeling better already.

What are you doing?

It's my hair, huh?

Jackie, get those
smokes out of your nose.

Look at Uncle Jackie.

- Hey, hey, where's my lighter?
- Hey!

Where's my lighter?

Jen, how you doing?

I'm great. You?

Yeah, I'm playing again.

Yeah, you belong on the court.

You're still seeing that guy?

- How's your dad?
- I'm just saying, if you weren't seeing that guy,

- we could grab a slice...
- You know what? Tell your family I said hello, okay?

Wait, wait. I'm sorry, okay?
I... I fucked up.

I'm sorry.

- You did.
- I'm sorry.

You should get back
to your game.

Hold up, hold up.
Just hear me out.

I regret most things
in my life, okay?

Mainly because I can't keep my
mouth shut or my ego in check.

But the thing I regret the most
is the things I didn't say to you.

You are the most important thing
in my life and I miss you to bits.

Guess what?

I got a credit card.

That's disgusting.

Get a wallet.

You look good.

Yeah, I know.

Yo, ball up.

Oh, shit!

I'm glad to see
you're so relaxed.

You got this in the bag, right?

Yeah, well that's what dad said and
he didn't fucking get the job, so...

Hey, you've been on this site
since you were 18 years old.

They'd be lucky to have you
as a foreman, remember that.

I think I'm gonna ask Tammy
to marry me.

What?

Yeah, we talked about it and I just think
it's what's best for my girl, you know,

and I just want to do good
for her, you know.

I really need this promotion,
Jackie.

Have you told mom and pops yet?
I mean, mom will be doing cartwheels.

I ain't told nobody yet.

But I could really use
a best man now.

Are you serious?

Yeah.

I'm too nervous right now,
Jackie.

- I need to go smoke a cigarette, okay.
- Go ahead.

You know my brother's got this in the
bag, you might as well go home.

Mr. Olson. How you doing?

What are you doing here, Jackie?

I... Sorry to barge in like that.
Do you mind if I sit down?

- Yeah. Go right ahead.
- Thanks.

I know Billy's coming in next.

That's true. Is something wrong?

No, no. I just wanted to say that I
really think he deserves this job.

Well, you and I both know
that he's a strong candidate,

but, uh, he has some marks
against him.

I understand that.

Uh, you see in my family,

my dad says we're not
management material

and that's probably true for me and my
dad, but Billy's different.

You know, he's not perfect, but he's got
the respect of the guys like no other,

always been by my dad's side,
he knows the business soup to nuts

and I think your boss would be
lucky to have him as a foreman.

That's all I wanted to say.

- Thank you, Mr. Olson.
- Thank you.

Appreciate it.

Huh.

We got a foreman in the car.

- I can't believe he offered me the job in the room.
- You deserve it, Billy.

I knew it, I knew it, I knew it.

Looks like I'm gonna be
bossing people around now, Ma.

Oh, I'm so proud of you.

I'm gonna make you casserole
with chips.

Tell me, tell me everything.

Olson called me
after you left the room.

He told me what you did.

You're a good brother.

You would have done
the same thing, Pop.

Not like that.

Ah, that was touching. I mean, that was
like a really, true Ryan "feeling me" moment.

- I think, I think my...
- Yo, what's going on over here?

What are these guys doing?
Where are they going?

- You see this shit, Marty?
- Well, they're in a hurry.

Yo, where you guys going?

Something going down
at the park?

Huh?

What the fuck? You got the box?

- Yeah, I got the box.
- Let's go.

Some shit's going down.

Yo, Pop, we're going
to the park, alright?

- Alright.
- Alright.

- Thanks for the ride, Big Jack.
- What the fuck? Yo, hit me. Let's go.

What do you think about
being back in this city, Gill?

Man, I love the city, man,
and I love the kids.

Yeah? You looking forward
to this season?

Of course, man.

- We winning everything.
- Yeah.

Get that.

- Yo, where are you from kid?
- Brooklyn, East 5th Street.

- You on a team or something?
- Not yet.

- Gonna make it to the NBA?
- Hopefully, I'll make it.

Hopefully? Come on, man.

Are they gonna let you run
the floor?

- Peter, let me run the floor?
- Yeah.

Of course, nigga. You know me.

Starting point guard, baby.
You know that, easy work.

- You're gonna run that floor?
- I'm running everything.

I do everything, man.

Can I quote you on that?

Quote me on everything.
Everything.

I'm tired of being fucking
the underdog, you feel me?

Boy, that's Gill!

Comes back to the neighborhood,
what, once a decade?

- Hey, yo, Pete. What's up?
- Oh, hey.

How are you?

- Good to see you, man.
- What's going on?

Oh, we're just, uh, finishing up
a piece on Gill.

Thought it'd be a good idea to bring
him back to the old neighborhood.

You gotta be kidding me, this guy
never comes back to the neighborhood.

Hey, what up, Blackjack?

Yo, Peter, you should get
some quotes on him.

No, thanks. I'm good.

Hey, you know, Finch said
you turned a lot of heads.

Yeah, sorry about your tryout, man.
You seem kind of shook.

Is that right?

'Cause all I remember
is busting your ass.

We all know why you keep
getting second chances, man?

Easy, alright?

- I put in the call.
- Oh, yeah?

We both know lots of black ass that'll bust
Jackie's ass, but never get a second chance.

Write about that, Peter.

Well, I earned that tryout,
alright?

You ask anyone
in this neighborhood.

- Oh, yeah?
- Yeah.

And I'm down here trying to be
a good example to these kids.

- Come on Jack, let's go. Don't even worry about it.
- Jackie, we...

- Come on, man. Was that necessary?
- Yeah, it was necessary.

Go, get 'em.

Hey. Yo, Gill.

One-on-one, baby. Me and you.

I don't play for free.

Yo, this is your neighborhood.
Everyone plays for free around here, right?

- Is that right?
- Yeah.

I will bust your ass
in front of everybody.

Ball up.
Make them proud then, baby.

- One on one.
- Check, let's go.

- One on one...
- Ball up.

- Go back there. Go ahead.
- What you're waiting for?

- One on one.
- One on one.

You might want to tell those
camera guys to quit, you know,

you're about to get embarrassed
in front of everybody.

- Come on.
- Let's fucking...

- Let's go, baby.
- One on one.

Hey, what's going on?

Hey, your brother Jackie is playing
Gill Turner at East 5th Street Park.

- What, right now?
- Yeah, right now.

What the...

- Are we going to finish our beers?
- No. Let's go. Come on.

You ready? Alright, good.

Let's go, baby.
Let's go. Come on.

This is what you'll want to see?

I'm about to bust
this boy ass, boy.

Ball up, motherfucking asshole.
Come on, man.

Come on, Gill.
Everyone's watching.

Game up.

That's how we do it.

Let's go, Jackie.

Whoa, baby!
Don't forget that ball, baby! Huh?

Come on, hurry up.
That's why you are having the lead, boy.

What's happening? Come on, come on.
Let's go, Jackie.

all here, Jackie.
Come on, Jackie. Come on.

Come on, Jackie. Come on.

Come on, Jackie. Move your feet.

Everybody's watching.

Let's go. Come on, boy.
You got this. You got this.

Come on, come on, come on.
Play fucking basketball, man.

Shut the fuck up.
Come on.

That's hot, baby.
That's hot right there, huh? Let's go.

Let's go.

Let's go.

Moving out, moving out, Gill.

- Whoa!
- Very nice.

Jackie, you gotta play a little defense.
Come on, Jackie.

Come on, show him what it's
like to be in New York. Come on.

- Okay.
- It's okay, Jackie.

- Come on, Jackie.
- It's okay.

Let's go, baby. Let's go.

What is that?
What is that?

That's a foul...

There's no fouls out here, guys.
We don't call fouls out here.

- Give me the fucking ball, bro.
- We don't call fouls out here, baby.

- Give me the ball, bro.
- We don't call fouls.

Yo, you fouled me.

- Do we call fouls out here?
- Yeah, fucker, we do call fouls.

You gotta be bleeding, baby.

So, what's up, bro?
What you trying to do?

What you trying to fucking do, man?
Get the fuck outta here, man.

Get the fuck outta here, man.

You can't hold me, man.
You can't hold me.

Too many weapons, baby.
Too many weapons. Let's just go.

Come on, Jackie.

Right, Jackie. Come on.

- Check the ball, baby. Let's go.
- Give me the fucking ball.

Okay.

- Ooh.
- Okay.

Yeah, I know.
I know you going to do that.

Quit playing on me, man.
Come on.

Point game.

All that talk. You can't hit it, huh?
All that talk.

Score, 10-9. I'm up, baby.
I see what you trying to do.

Guard the fuck up.

Jackie, game point.
You got this.

Game point, baby.

This is it.

I would have gone more left.

Of course, you would have.

Mm-hm.

I love you.

Hmm, I love you.

- You wanna get outta here?
- Yeah.