The Sixth Man (1997) - full transcript

♪ Friday the 13th
Black cats is bad luck ♪

♪ Hats on the bed and such walk
around with your mind goin' lost ♪

♪ In illusion Superstition ♪

♪ You got to trap the
confusion when mirrors crack ♪

♪ Seven years of tears lookin' out
for the lines in the street with fear ♪

♪ Splittin' poles Open
umbrellas in houses ♪

- ♪ Would you believe in it ♪
- ♪ Very superstitious ♪

- ♪ Come on ♪
- ♪ Writing's on the wall ♪

- ♪ Yeah, huh ♪
- ♪ Very superstitious ♪

♪ Devil's about to fall ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah ♪



- ♪ Come on ♪
- ♪ Can you believe in things ♪

♪ You don't understand and you suffer ♪

- ♪ Come on ♪
- ♪ Superstition ain't the way ♪

♪ Oh ♪

- ♪ Yeah ♪
- ♪ Yeah ♪

♪ Keep it goin' y'all ♪

♪ Come on ♪

- ♪ Come on ♪
♪ Why are they here, how come I see 'em ♪

♪ Doin' what I can do
with limited freedom ♪

♪ The answer's unknown
like the twilight zone ♪

♪ You could believe or
disbelieve it's superstition ♪

♪ Very superstitious ♪

- ♪ Come on ♪
- ♪ Nothing more they say ♪

♪ Very superstitious ♪



♪ Devil's on his way ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah Come on ♪

♪ If you believe in things
you don't understand ♪

♪ Then you suffer ♪

- ♪ Come on ♪
- ♪ Superstition ain't the way ♪

♪ Oh ♪♪

Tighten up, you guys!

Come on! Get inside! Get inside!

Go, Red! Go Red!

Defense!

Go, Red! Go, Red!

Time-out! Somebody call time-out!

Time!

- Get over here. Come here!
- We're comin'. We're comin'.

Antoine, son, how many times I got to tell
ya? Don't knock the ball into the parking lot.

- Yes, Dad.
- Nice shot.

All right, fellas. Listen
up. This is what it is.

Down by one point, 28 seconds to go.

That means we gotta get the
ball back. Make 'em give it up.

- Understand?
- Yes.

I want Kenny to take the shot.

- Let me take it.
- No, this one's on Kenny.

- Aw, Dad! Kenny's gonna miss it.
- Antoine!

But that guy's all over me.
What if I can't get open for a shot?

Henry, can you set a
pick for him? It's all it takes.

- Aw, Henry's wack.
- Antoine, get serious.

Henry's gonna set the pick. You gonna take
the shot. You gonna bring it up. All right?

Now, give me some hands.

Hands! Last chance. Get real.

Together) Win!

Now, let's get out there
and beat somebody!

You want me to shoot...
to win the game? Me?

I want you to shoot to
win. You can do it, son.

A &K! All the way!

- Oh, man.
- Mom!

A & K! All the way!

Okay, boys. Let's play some ball.

Kenny!

Go, Kenny!

Take the shot, Kenny!

Go, go, go! Kenny! Go!

Shoot it!

What?

All right. All right.

Oh!

- Oh.
- I can't believe that.

It was so close.

You played great, guys.

- Come on, bro.
- Sorry, man.

You'll get it next time, guys.

- I should have made that thing.
- It's all right. It's all right.

Hold them heads up. It's
all right. You're still my boys.

Come on, man. Give me the ball.

Just give me the ball. All right.

- Can't you see I'm in the zone? Just pass the ball.
- All right.

You missed a layup. So what?

So what? So what?

Man, we lost. We lost because of me.

I don't get it. I had 'im with the Antoine look-away.

I had my tongue hangin' out like Mike.

There's no way that shot doesn't drop.

Unless that tongue's got some aerodynamic
properties I don't know about...

it's not gonna help you make a layup.

That's what I was telling you.

- Them aerodynamic properties.
- Tell it to Mike.

Come on, James. Those two need to come
inside, get their homework done and go to bed.

Aw, Mom. Just a couple more minutes.
I was about to get a chance to shoot.

- Don't "Aw, Mom" me.
- Give us a minute, sweetheart.

Look, if you play the game
with passion and dignity...

it'll take you anywhere you want to go.

Cut it out.

Hook up.

All you boys got to do is stick together.

You do that, anything can happen.
You understand what that means?

Anything!

- All right. Go on inside.
- Aw, Dad!

Go inside. Get in the house...

before your mom come
out here and snatch us.

Hey, hold up, little man.

You know, I think you would
have made that shot today.

You got to have faith, Kenny.

It's in here, man. Right here.

You just got to trust it. Right?

- Go on inside.
- Okay.

- Take Murphy with ya.
- All right. Come on, Murphy.

Let's go. If you help me do my
homework, I'll get you a biscuit.

And Kenny
Tyler serves up the alley-oop.

And Antoine Tyler slams it home.

- Oh-oh!
- That's the one-two punch.

- The Tyler brothers cannot be stopped.
- A & K, all the way!

That was a no-look pass from Kenny Tyler...
- Wow.

And a double-fisted, slam-bam,
thank you, ma'am from Antoine Tyler.

That's brought the Huskies
within one of the Wildcats.

78-77. That's a 10-1 run.

Olson is gonna call a time-out to regroup.

Bernie, what else can
we say about this kid?

A lot, Ernie. A lot. There's
no question he's the reason...

the Huskies are 19 and 6.

Antoine Tyler just will
not allow this team to lose.

Virtually overlooked in the
preseason polls, they have scraped...

and clawed their way to a
tie atop the Pac-10 standings.

You did a little scraping and clawing
yourself last night there, Bernie.

Incidentally, if they win the Pac-10...

it'll be the first time since 1985.

And that is a long, long,
long, long time to wait.

Here's Harry the Husky
to attempt his patented slam dunk.

Let's give him a big hand,
folks. Let's cross our fingers too.

Huskies!

Harry the Husky on the run.

And the fly. Whoa!

He split the crossbeams on that one.

Hey, guys, did-- Did we make it?

Huskies! Yeah!

Okay, we were 15 down at the half. We
fought like hell to get back in this thing.

So let's not run outta steam, all right?

- We gotta force a turnover. Malik?
- Hmm?

Malik, what are those? Are those
shorts or a pair of damn hip huggers?

Yo, Coach, it's the
'90s. It's a style thing.

Here's my style thing. I
want you all over McCanless.

- All right.
- He goes to the crapper...

I want you standing
beside him ready to wipe.

I got him. Let's go.

- Zigi. Rodman. Listen.
- Huh?

You're the last line. They get a breakaway
bucket, I'm gonna have you back in Siberia.

- It is Serbia, Coach.
- Whatever.

Now, listen, double down on their guards.

I want them to think we're
playin' with eight guys out there.

- They make it past half-court, they're gonna win.
- Yeah!

- Danny?
- Yeah, Coach?

The game is getting intense...

but don't hit anybody.

Not unless they deserve it, Coach!

Hey, hey, Coach. Put me in.

Jimmy, sit down. Now, Kenny,
we need that ball. Go get it for us.

- You got it.
- Are you boys ready for this?

- Focus, baby.
- You ready to win?

- 'Cause it's up to you. come on!
- Let's go!

- Let's go, baby!
- Let's go, baby. Let's go!

- Coach, is that a new coat?
- Yeah.

Still got the receipt?

Ha, ha. No jokin' around. You're my guy.

You're my guy too, Coach.
No jokes. We got this one.

- Hey, Dawgs up!
- Woof! Woof! Woof!

- Let's kick some ass!
- Yeah!

Kenny Tyler
with a no-look alley-oop...

and Antoine Tyler 360 for the slam.

And the Huskies win it 79-78!

Somebody slam the refrigerator
door. The butter's melting.

Antoine Tyler, he's a first-round
draft choice. Count on it.

We'll see ya next week
at Pauley Pavilion...

when the Huskies meet the Bruins
to clinch first place in the Pac-10.

Mom!

You got it. You know you got it.

Oh, gosh.

Your father would have been
so proud of you both today.

- I wish he could have seen you play.
- So do we, Ma.

But his spirit lives on in you.

- Hey, Ma?
- What?

Dawgs up! Woof! Woof! Woof!

- Aah!
- Ow! Ow!

Yo, you know what this game is about?

It's about lookin'
good. It's a style thing.

You know what I love about this
game? It's so physical. I love contact.

You know how I see myself? I see myself
as the African ambassador of basketball.

- Hello, ladies. I'm Zigi.
- Hi.

Zigi Hrbacek. I'm from Serbia.

- I play for U-Dub. I am seven feet tall.
- Whoo!

Tonight was an off
night. I had 30 points.

I believe, 15 assists, 12 rebounds.

- Stubbs, you never play.
- The reason-- Oh, you probably had bad seats.

No, Stubbs. I go to every
game. This guy never plays.

Whoo!

- Hey, Dawg! - My boy, right there!
- You're okay.

Hey, what's up? Can I have
a pitcher of beer, please?

- You got it, Kenny.
- Thank you.

- You go, R.C.
- Looks good.

Whoo!

Twenty dollars!

Twenty dollars! Easy money! Easy cheese.

- - Oh, ho!
- Here you go, my boy.

Ooh.

Hey, man! Antoine, man. He'll take
us all the way to N.C.A.A. blindfolded.

- Shoot the ball blindfolded.
- Yeah!

- And I--
- Get your nasty ass outta here!

Whoa! Okay, okay.

- Oh!
- No, that's it.

Whoo!

- Where am I at?
- Come on, bro. Shoot it.

What? What the--

I am so-- I am so sorry--
I am-- I am so sorry.

Ha. Sorry.

It's over there.

What? Huh?

Can you believe that 7-foot Serbian tried
to pay me in traveler's checks? Boom.

Why you takin' that man's
drachmas or whatever they is called?

I need 'em. That's why. Come on.

- Lucky shot, man. Lucky shot.
- Danny, don't even try it.

I'll shoot 'em with you all day.

Have a little shot, Toine.
I bought you a drink.

I bought you a drink, Toine.

Sit your drunk ass down.

Hey, Cheryl. What's happenin', baby?
I was just gettin' ready to call you.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

What happened? Dialing a
phone cramps your shooting hand?

- No. We just got this tournament comin' up.
- Right. Oh.

Tryin' to keep my edge.
Wouldn't want me to lose my edge.

Oh, no, Antoine. I don't
want you losin' your edge.

'Cause, uh, I ain't gonna
be around to help you find it.

Come on. Hold on. Hold on.
Come on, girl. What you mean?

- You not gonna be around?
- No, I'm not gonna be around.

- You're really not gonna be around?
- No, I'm not gonna be around.

- Ah.
- Well, you know.

- A little somethin'.
- Little somethin'?

- Yeah.
- You'll be around for me?

- Yeah.
- Okay. I'll give you some.

Mmm. Mmm. Mmm.

- That's my girl. I'm crazy about you.
- You better be.

- Crazy about you, girl.
- Later, baby.

Crazy about you, girl!

What you doin'? You ain't gonna
treat her right, cut the girl loose.

Oh, stop it. Don't tell me nothin'
about females. Stick to Nintendo.

Aw, come on! What are you sayin'?

Your problem is, you scared to play.

Look here. I wrote the
book on mackin', baby.

- Really?
- Okay? And with these hands.

- Prove it to me then.
- What? Hell. I will bet you $10...

you pick any broad in this
club, I'll get that number tonight.

Okay. Well, let me pick
'em out.

Hey, no midgets, no cockeyed
broads and no toothless chicks.

- Cute ones.
- Ooh-ooh! Found her.

- Where?
- At the bar. Cutie pie.

- Which one?
- Four o'clock. Red bones, red bones.

Nice!

- You gotta pick somebody else, Kenny.
- That's your type.

Okay, I'm just tryin'
to make this a fair bet.

Better yet. I'll go down
there and pull her.

She'll make us eggs in the
morning and clean house.

You're tryin' to play me. I'm
gonna show you a real mack, baby.

- You're gonna show me?
- You can call me golden, man.

Okay, go ahead. I'm gonna sit up here and
watch you with your mack daddy, crisscross ass.

- I'll bet a long island iced tea.
- I'm betting too.

- Excuse me. Excuse me.
- Watch it!

Excuse my back. Excuse me. Excuse me.

Excuse me. Excuse me. Excuse me.

Excuse me.

You know me?

- Damn!
- Hey!

Hey! Ha.

For a guy with 11 assists and eight
rebounds, you sure got a set of clumsy hands.

Ha, ha, ha. Yeah, well. Sorry.

I take it you saw the game tonight.

- You looked good.
- Thank you. Been working out.

Your game. You looked good.

Oh. Pow! Damn. That hurt.

- How you doin'? I'm the wounded Kenny Tyler.
- I know.

Bit of advice, Kenny Tyler.
Shouldn't make bets you can't win.

Wait. Hold up.

- Wait. Hold on. What's your name?
- R.C. St. John!

R.C., I'm sorry about your purse!

See that girl there with the bloody nose?

Got kicked out of the
game for elbowing that girl.

I like her. I like her!

- We got an article by R.C. St. John.
- Never heard of him.

R.C. St. John? R.C. St. John?

That's that new reporter
from the U-dub daily.

Thomas, one of my
boys, says she's the bomb!

Yo, that's right, bone. The
cutie I tried to talk to at the bar.

Listen to this!

"And on a beautiful touch
pass from his brother Kenny...

- See that?
- "Antoine Tyler sealed one of the biggest upsets...

- "in college basketball.
- Thank you.

Yes, I did. Yes, I did.

"While Antoine is the engine... that
runs this team, - She can write, man.

It is his younger brother Kenny who
leaves his mark on virtually every play."

Whoo!

I was all open. You're all cockeyed.

I'm Antoine Tyler. Show the teeth!

Okay, again and again.

I'm cross-eyed. That's
why I wear the glasses.

You want me to beat you
up in front of everybody?

- Why you gotta go there?
- 'Cause I can, crybaby. That's why.

Okay, ladies, come on. Let's move it out.

We got the vans waiting.
We got a big game to get to.

Oh, yeah. I feel good tonight.
Boy, it's gonna be a good one.

- Puttin' on a show tonight, kid.
- I got front-row seats.

- You better be there.
- Aw, come on now. You know better, son.

And that's
15 for UCLA's Seward.

But the Huskies still hold on by a narrow
margin as we near the five-minute mark.

- Rebound!
- This seems to be the year...

for the Huskies as they topple
one powerhouse after another...

en route to their first berth in the
N.C.A.A. tournament since 1984.

O'Grady will bring it up. Lee
guarding him as they cross mid court.

O'Grady on the dribble.
Goes low post to Hrbacek.

Hrbacek back out to O'Grady.
Behind the back dribble.

He's gonna feed Kenny Tyler on the cutter.
back to Antoine from 15. Buried it!

Thirty-six for Antoine! Fifteen
assists for brother Kenny...

as they continue their
quest for N.C.A.A. magic.

And the Huskies lead by two.

As we close in on four minutes, Lee
will bring it up guarded by O'Grady.

Lee over to Rhem,
guarded by Antoine Tyler.

Gonna try to drive the lane. Goes
up and rejected by Kenny Tyler.

They're gonna call a foul. That's number
three on Kenny. That seemed clean to me.

Next time, run the fist out.
Bring it hard across the middle.

- A & K, baby.
- All the way, baby.

- If you ain't open, who you gonna pass it to?
- Who else?

Just makin' sure you
remember. Don't forget.

I can't. You keep pounding it in my head.

Rhem at the line is 67 % foul shooter.

He's been cold tonight. Just
four points on the evening.

- That hit nothing but the bottom of the net.
- Rebound!

He'll have another to try
to bring the Bruins even.

Zigi, rebound!

Rhem to try to tie things up. Off the
mark. Young, the rebound, trying to pass.

Out to Lee. Picked off by
O'Grady. O'Grady to open Tyler.

He starts a fast break. He has
brother Antoine breaking for the basket.

Kenny Tyler on the
dish to brother Antoine...

as they've done so many times before.

- Antoine for a monster jam!
- Yeah! - wow!

- Yeah, baby!
- Here's a future N.B.A. all-star in the making.

Yeah, baby! Ant?

- All right, back off, please. Back off.
- Watch it, Lee. Ant?

- Ant, what happened, man?
- Will you step back?

- I want to check him. Please, stand back.
- Antoine?

- You all right?
- It's okay, Kenny.

Get the paramedics.
Get him on the stretcher.

Ant, I'm gonna come with you.

No, you stay. We still got the lead.

Finish these bums off.

Step back, please. Let's give him room.

Let's go.

- You all right, man? You okay?
- I'm okay.

Give us some room, please.

Down!

- Nichols, go along with him, okay?
- Okay. I'll go with him.

- It's okay. - One, two.
- I'm right here.

- You all right?
- I'm all right. I'll be back.

- Ant?
- I'll be back.

- Respiration is 35 and shallow. Pulse--
- He'll be back.

Asthmatic? Medications? Histories?

No history.

I'll be back.

You'll be okay, Antoine. Come on! Move!

- He's gonna be all right, okay?
- All right.

Out of the way! Out of
the way! Comin' through.

- Move it. Move it.
- Let's move it.

You're doin' good, Antoine.

- I can't find a pulse!
- What?

One, two, three, four, five.

Get back!

You're gonna be all right, Antoine.

- Step back.
- What are you doin'?

Clear.

- Come on. Come on!
- Clear!

I can't believe we lost this game.

We sucked. Pathetic.
Let's get the hell outta here.

Damn!

- Kenny?
- Hey, Coach.

I'm about to visit Antoine in
the hospital. I gotta get his stuff.

- Kenny.
- What, Coach?

We lost him, Kenny.

What, Coach? For the season?

I told that boy to stop
dunkin' like he was Jordan.

- What happened? He dislocated his shoulder?
- Kenny.

What, Coach?

Antoine died on the way to
the University Hosp-- Hospital.

What?

It-- It was his heart. They--

They don't know why. I mean, it just--

Coach, he just said he
was comin' right back.

They tried everything, Kenny, but
they-- It happened so fast that they--

No. Bullshit. Bullshit.

Kenny, wait. Kenny.

- Kenny, hold on.
- Move. I gotta go.

- Get off of me!
- Please. Hold on a second, all right?

Get off, man! Get off me, man!
- Hold up!

Calm down, babe. We'll
get through this together.

I'm so sorry, Kenny. I'm so sorry.

Oh, man.

♪ Face your fears ♪

♪ Without blinkin' an eye ♪

♪ And I'll be here ♪

♪ To drive those demons from your night ♪

♪ My shoulders are here for your head ♪

♪ To lean upon ♪

♪ Trouble can't come between

♪ The shelter of these arms ♪

- Tyler slowly up court.
- Use your head!

Oh, and it's stolen away. Covey
took it like candy from a baby.

This doesn't look good for the Huskies.

This is their three-game losing streak. They
need to snap that and get on with the game.

Major scoops it out. Tyler to
take a three. Oh, another brick.

Damn!

That's another disappointing shocker
as the Huskies just cannot win...

without their big star.

Kenny, Kenny. Just a few questions.

First your father has a heart attack--

- ♪ Oh, yeah ♪
- ♪ Deeper than ♪

- ♪ Deeper than ever ♪
- ♪ Deeper than, deeper than ♪

- ♪ Deeper than ever ♪
- ♪ Deeper than, deeper than love ♪

- ♪ Etched on my heart ♪
- ♪ Etched on my heart ♪

- ♪ Runnin' through my veins ♪
- ♪ Runnin' through my veins ♪

♪ Its truth ♪

♪ Would never change ♪

♪ Through the worst ♪

It wasn't supposed to be like this, kid.

First Pop. Now you.

My whole life, before
school, after school...

at night when it's too dark to see...

all we wanted to do was play basketball.

Win that championship, baby.

A & K, all the--

♪ Know my love for you runs deeper ♪

♪ Deeper than love ♪

- What am I supposed to do now, man?
- ♪ Deeper than love ♪

- ♪ Deeper than ♪
- I can't do this alone, Antoine.

- ♪ Deeper than love ♪
- I need you, kid.

♪ Deeper than I love Oh, yeah ♪

♪ Deeper than Oh, oh ♪

♪ Deeper than love ♪

♪ Deeper than Deeper than love ♪

♪ Deeper than Deeper than love ♪

♪ Oh ♪

♪ Oh, oh Deeper than love ♪

♪ Than love ♪♪

- Hi.
- Come on, man. No interviews.

Kenny, I'm not here to interview you.

- I'm tired of talking to reporters.
- I'm not a reporter.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah.
- I mean, not right this minute.

What?

I just wanted to say I'm really sorry
about what happened to your brother.

- I can't imagine.
- Thank you. But I'm fine. Really.

To be honest with you, I'm
really tired of all this sympathy.

So this was a bad idea.
Okay, I got it. I'll just leave.

Forget it.

Well, wait, wait. I say, wait!

It's not you. I'm just not
used to all this attention.

I got all these people callin'
me, askin' me questions.

ESPN, Time magazine. Stickin'
all these cameras in my face.

All this 'cause my brother dies?

I know. It's been awful.

- Umbrella?
- Thank you.

- If you just want to talk, you know?
- Thank you very much.

- If you need someone--
- I ain't gonna thank you again. I'm jokin'.

- Come on.
- Put it in, Zigi!

Watch the back pick.

Kenny, set the offense. Come
on, you guys. Kenny, come on.

Luther, move it! What
is that? What is that?

- Come on, Kenny!
- Damn! I am!

- Baseline! Baseline!
- Let's go. Run the double fist.

Luther, I can't run that play if
you can't get open! Move it, Luther!

Move it! Hold it. Hold it. Stop. Stop.

Give me the ball.

- Here you go, Coach.
- Luther...

my wife's got a plastic Jesus on her
dashboard moves better than you do!

- Luther!
- Listen, boys.

We don't win this next
game, it's sayonara.

It's no N.C.A.A. It's no nothin'.

What do ya say, Coach?

I say we go out there and win.

All right. Feed on that
enthusiasm. Set the offense.

Offense, come on. Let's go.

Give 'em the ball.

- Come on.
- All right. Here we go.

Go, Dawgs.

Number one.
Come on. Let's go.

Kenny, Kenny! Big man for the three!

Hold it. Hold it. Hold it a second!

Zigi, what the hell are you thinking?

- Well--
- You never shoot the three!

Hear me? You never shoot the three!

Everybody, I--

Hit the showers.

All right. Go hit the showers.

I think that three-point line in
America much longer than in Serbia.

Shut up, you
seven-foot Tweety Bird.

Shit, man!

Damn!

What? Huh?

Coach? Hey, Coach?

Coach!

The ball! It's gone!

It disappeared!

Hmph. Hmm.

Hmm. How ya doin'?

How are you doin'?

- I'm fine. I'm chillin'.
- Chillin'? Really?

- Yeah.
- 'Cause I'm worried about ya.

Coach, I'm a big boy. You
ain't got to worry about me.

Well, I do.

You've been hit pretty hard lately. I
don't want to add to your problems.

But Coach Nichols thinks I should
start Jimmy at the point tomorrow.

Normally I'd ignore him, but it's the first
original idea he's had in five seasons...

so I'm trying it on for size.

What do you think?

- You're the coach, right?
- Yes, I am.

Yeah, but Jimmy can't set
the pick. He can't go to his left.

He couldn't carry this team with a
forklift. Kenny, you're my guy now.

But I gotta know you're
ready to step up to the plate.

Yesterday was the worst practice I've seen
from this or any other team I've coached.

And you didn't say a
word. Now, why is that?

- Coach, I'm not Antoine, man.
- I know who I'm talking to.

I need you to take charge
of this team. I need a general.

- That's not my game.
- I'm asking you to make it your game!

- But if it's not my game--
- I'm--

Kenny, you know it was
four years ago today...

that your brother signed a letter of
intent to play basketball at U-Dub.

I remember that day. I opened
a ten-year-old bottle of Scotch.

- I went home for lunch. Took a run at the wife.
- Hey.

- I don't want to hear--
- Kenny, that was a great day.

The next year we signed
you, and I knew I had a team...

that could take Washington to the
Final Four for the first time since '63.

And I'm not willing to say good-bye
to that dream, Kenny. Are you?

I gotta go, Coach. I got a 2:00.

Hey, Kenny.

You don't have to play without
your brother, you know? You got 'im.

Right here.

At the start of the second half,
the Cal Bears lead the hapless Huskies 43-31.

But the big story tonight, the
continuing poor play of Kenny Tyler...

with no points on no attempts.

Hey, health food. All right!

Mikulski, you're not eating?

No, I can't eat anymore when I
watch these guys. They make me sick.

I feel like I'm wasting away.

Okay, guys. We're down
12, but we don't stink.

That's an improvement, all right?

Move 'em around on offense.
Move the basketball, okay?

- Come on. Dawgs up here.
- Hands in.

- One, two, three!
- Go.

- Hey, Kenny. Kenny.
- Yeah?

- You okay?
- Yeah. Why?

- If you get open, take the damn shot.
- All right.

- Okay?
- Yeah.

And if you're
not open, who ya gonna pass it to?

- Hey!
- Lowell's 10-foot fadeaway, and that'll drop off the rim.

Tyler comes up with the rebound.

He'll bring it up. Let's see if
Tyler will finally take a shot...

- this time downcourt.
- Let's go!

- Tyler stops, calls the play.
- Get open!

Anything can happen.

Tyler turns, and he's gonna
pass. Nice pass.

Outside the three-point arc to O'Grady.

O'Grady for three! And the Huskies...

- Good pass!
- light up with Tyler taking the lead.

What the hell?

Cal's Horning now will bring it
back. Tyler tries to run him down.

He'll dish it off to Byron.
Byron, easy ten footer.

Got it. Nope! He didn't. It's
in and out. What a heartbreak.

Tyler with a rebound over to O'Grady.

What kind of shot was that?

O'Grady across the time
line. He puts the move on Faby.

Serves up the no-look
pass, and Major with a slam!

And it's Dawgs up! Well, well, well!

The Huskies are back. They're on fire.

That's five unanswered points
by the Huskies. They're back in.

Okay, fill me in, Bernie.

Eight seconds left in the game.
Huskies, 72. Bears, 73. Bears up by one.

That makes the Huskies down by one.

- Okay.
- They inbound the ball.

Cal inbounds the ball. Over
to Jackson. Eight seconds and counting.

The Huskies need a turnover, or
they can kiss the postseason good-bye.

Jackson on the pass. Over to
Stevens. Stevens, top of the key...

- with five, four--
- Open! Open!

And whoa! Hello!

All the way, baby.

That ball came out like a greased pig.

Kenny! Kenny!

- On the move now. Ahead to Tyler.
- Malik!

A chest pass for major. And that ball
loops up to the basket, and it goes in!

Nice shot! See that?

I'm tellin' ya, Dawgs up, baby!

75-73! the Huskies win!

Kenny Tyler with a knuckleball
three pointer from half-court!

This is one for the highlight reels.

This is one to remember!

Are you kidding? Here comes a bonus now.

Kenny Tyler, folks. Kenny Tyler. Wow!

Kenny, 18 points, nine assists
and a wild and wacky second half.

Oh, the easy two would have sealed
the game, but you went for the three.

Were you trying to send the
basketball world a message?

- Be honest.
- Well, not really.

I was dribbling downcourt,
and I saw malik cut--

cut to the hair-- I mean, to the hole.

- Kenny?
- Well--

- Kenny?
- Huh?

- I'll be at the Barking Dog.
- Yeah.

You see me elbow that guy?

You gonna see us at
the Barking Dog, right?

Nice game, baby brother.

Hello?

Hey, Kenny!

I'm right here with you.

Do ya hear me?

Hello?

Come on, y'all. Stop playin'.

Anybody there?

- I've been in your ear 20 years.
- Hey, stop playin', y'all.

And you don't know my
voice. That's cold, man.

Oh, I don't hear anything.

I might be havin' a nervous
breakdown, but I'm gonna be all right.

I'm gonna go home. I'm
gonna get me some sleep.

I'm gonna be right back
on top in the mornin'.

I see you're gonna
need a little bit more convincin'.

Buggin', man. I'm buggin'.

Come on. Now, relax and
get your shit together, Kenny!

Get your shit together. Okay.

This is all a dream. It's all--

I got you! I got you!

Kenny? Kenny, it's me.

- Back up, boy.
- Kenny?

Back up. I will smoke
you. Back up before--

- Kenny. Kenny, it's me.
- Keep away from me. I told you to back off me!

Oh, God. Would you wake up?

Come here.

- Come here.
- Get off of me!

- Get off of me!
- Listen to me.

It's just like Pop said.

If you and I stick together, anything--

Anything.

Anything.

Can happen.

Lock 'em up.

Ant?

Antoine? It's you?

- Yes, it's really me!
- Oh!

Boy, come on. Come on.

I told ya I was comin' back.
I told ya I was comin' back.

- Man. Man.
- I can't believe it, man.

You better believe it.

Oh. Oh. It's a little too freaky.

I'm-- I'm gonna take a seat.

I'm just gonna get me a seat. Whoo.

Oh, wow. This is amazing,
kid! I don't believe it, man.

- Wait till I tell mom. She's gonna be so happy.
- Kenny.

- And Halloween's gonna be the bomb this year.
- That's not the way it works.

You are the only one that can see me.

- Why?
- Because you called me.

- You said you needed me.
- This is gonna take a lot of gettin' used to.

Well, get used to it fast, baby.
We got a trophy to get, all right?

- A & K--
- All the way.

- N.C.--
- Two "A," baby!

Yeah, man.

- I missed you.
- I missed you too, man.

It's good to have my little brother back.

It's good to have my big brother back.

Oh, man, my man, Antoine.

Aw, kid, it is so good to see you.

Tell me something I don't know, Bernie.

Well, folks, as the Huskies
take the floor today...

- they face Washington State in a must-win situation...
- Right.

To clinch their place in the Pac-10 and
a wild card berth in the N.C.A.A. tourney.

Tonight is huge. It's big. It's
humongous. It's Marlon Brando.

It's not gonna be easy. When the
Cougars come to the Dawg House...

- they come to play.
- And who doesn't, Ernie?

Unless, of course, the Huskies
have Lady Luck on their side...

it's liable to be the end of
another long, disappointing season.

- A long, long disappointing season.
- It sure is.

- Here we go.
- Let's huddle. All right, let's go.

Okay, okay, guys. Here we go.

Now, remember, we just
got to play our game, okay?

Don't let them dictate the tempo.

All we got to do is put
the biscuit in the basket...

the noodles in the soup, the
cookies in the milk, the beef in the--

You said you wanted me to
be a little more verbal, Coach.

- Hmm, hmm.
- When we get a lead, we're gonna go into a press.

- Kenny.
- All right?

If we win this one, we go to
the tournament. Nervous, kid?

- Hell, no.
- Got a problem with running the press?

Oh, no, Coach. I was just talk--

Kenny, look at this.

Malik, look for Preston
to go hard inside.

Kenny, look. I'm all thumbs.

We're gonna win this with defense
and rebounding, okay? Now, I want--

We're gonna win this
with defense and rebounds.

- Stop it.
- I want you to watch out for--

- Watch this.
- Keep Preston off the board. - Stop it.

Hey, cutie pie.

Danny, stay tight up on Wolf, okay?

Ooh. Ooh. Ooh. Oh, shit.

Huh?

Kenny, what are ya doin'?

I got somethin' in
my throat, Coach. Excuse me.

Keep Preston off the boards.

- Water.
- Are we ready?

- Come on. Go, Dawgs.
- Way to go, Huskies!

- Mm-hmm.
- Oink!

- Oh, I am so sorry.
- Somebody get him a towel.

Oh, I-- Thank you. I
feel so much better now.

I'm all right.

- There you go.
- Right.

Somebody get him a towel. That was funny.

- What are you doin'?
- What's the matter with you?

Start of the second
half. The Washington Cougars, 37.

U-Dub Huskies, 34.

- That would be a three-point deferential.
- That's what it is.

LaSalle with the rebound.

And over to Tyler.
Tyler will bring it up.

Hit Lik!

Tyler shoots it ahead
to Major on the wing.

Guarded by Preston. He's
gonna work the baseline.

He's forced out-of-bounds.
No! He's back inbounds.

And a slam! Wow! Somebody
check his feet for jet packs.

Peter Pan's in the house, and
he's goin' home for Christmas.

- There he goes, and he's up.
- Oh, yowza!

Oh, did you see him fly?

I'm telling you, the
video camera does not lie.

- That was a Clyde Drexler.
- It was Dr. J.

- Where you goin'?
- Michael Jordan in the making.

Major all over
Preston. Preston rolls inside.

Hrbacek steps up to try to take
the charge. Whoa! A train wreck.

That's a foul. That's
a-- Wait a minute. No.

- A charge is called.
- What?

Hello, Hrbacek. The
Serb takes the charge...

and comes up standin'
like a seven-foot statue.

- Preston for the three. Looks good.
- Let's see what you got.

Nope, it's out. Try to tip it in.

Nope. Not again. Looks like
a popcorn popper up there.

Must be too much English on that ball.

I think it's got French,
Spanish and Swahili on it.

15 seconds left in the game.

- The Huskies are up by one.
- Washington has the ball.

Huskies have to keep
the Cougars from scoring.

Tyler on
Davidson now as he brings it up.

Kenny, I'm over here. Listen to me.
Don't blow it. That boy gonna go left.

Davidson fakes left, goes right, leaves
Tyler faked. He drives in for an easy slam.

I thought you said he was goin' left!

Well-- Well, he went to our left.

And Coach Pederson's
gonna call a time-out to regroup.

- I thought you said he was goin' left.
- He mostly does.

What you mean, "mostly"?

I'm a ghost, not a psychic.

Aw, shut up.
Hey, hey!

You better watch it!

- Stop that.
- I'm gonna call Ghostbusters on your ass.

You better call somebody.

- What is Kenny--
- Hmm?

I--

Seven seconds
to go. The Huskies' ball...

as Coach Pederson draws up the play.

Take the ball out. Zigi, set the screen.

Go! Go!

- Go!
- Whoo!

Tyler will step
up to make the inbound pass.

Just throw it in. I'm gonna
do all the rest, all right?

- Alley-oop at the basket.
- Tyler with an inbound to a breaking O'Grady.

Oop. Quick pass to LaSalle.

- I got it. I got it.
- And LaSalle behind the back snow cone.

Now-- Oh, my. A one-hand
touch pass to Hrbacek.

Oop.

Between the legs of Preston! Major
steps up, lofts one over his shoulder.

Kenny Tyler for the
alley-oop. It's gonna be close!

Tyler-- And he slams it
home as the clock runs out.

What a win!

The Huskies pull another heart
stopper. 71 to 70! Huskies win!

- What a game!
- Where we goin'? Where we goin'?

- To the big dance!
- We're goin' to the big show.

The big show in the sky!

Thank you!

- Yeah, yeah, yeah!
- Beautiful!

♪ Nice game, boys Nice game ♪

- Kenny, not your game, huh?
- Hey.

- Great finish.
- You the man, Coach. You the man, baby.

Yeah! English!

Whoo!

Come on, man. You scared
me. You can't be doin' that.

Whoo! Tourney time, boy! Tourney time!

We finally did it, kid. We finally did it.

We did it.

Hey, look.

Ooh! Yes!

Whoo! Oh, Kenny.

We did it, kid. We did it. Whoo!

What?

Ah.

I bet you're all wonderin'
what I'm doin', huh?

Personally, I'm curious.

Well, um--

Floor's all yours, baby.

I was just givin' myself a hug, see?

Loving me. You know why?
It's because I think that...

you know, I feel really good about
all that we accomplished here today.

I think we should take a
moment and reflect and...

give ourselves a big hug!

Yes, give yourself a hug.

Yes, give yourself a hug.

Wow. Doesn't that feel good? Zigi?

Mmm, mmm.

- What's up with Kenny, man?
- He's just sad.

What do you mean,
"sad"? Sad, hell. He is nuts.

We're gonna have to have a talk with him.
I'm not losin' any tournament over him.

- He's crazy.
- Let's go.

♪ Like this ♪

♪ 'Cause you did me like that ♪

♪ Now I'm savin' all my lovin'
for someone who's got my back ♪

♪ Like this 'cause you did me like that ♪

♪ I'm savin' all my lovin' for
someone who's got my back ♪♪

Wow.

- Hi.
- Hi.

Um, anybody sittin' there?

No, just that invisible man there.

Oh. Okay.

Kenny, sit down.

He just went to class,
SO you can sit now.

Come on. Sit.

Sit, sit, sit.

Damn invisible people just keep
poppin' up, you know?

- Ooh!
- So?

Uh, I was, like, you know, wonderin'--

Me and you, you know.

Like, me and you, right?

- Me and you.
- Like, together?

Damn. If maybe, like,
me and you could, like--

Go out?

- Yeah?
- Yeah. Why not?

Yeah.

Hell, yeah.

- Hell, yeah.
- You must be proud.

The team's been kickin' ass.

Oh, yeah. We've been
really hot lately, you know.

You've been more than hot. It's been
weird. Do you know what I'm saying?

Shots droppin' in, hittin' nothin'
but net from no-business angles.

Guys skyin' with six-second hang times.

Hey, well, you know-- That's
just the great thing about the game.

It's, like, on any given
night anything can happen.

Maybe.

Where you been? I've
been tryin' to find you all day.

- Would you stop that?
- Stop what?

Stop... lookin' so
good with your bad self.

Hey, man. This water's
freezin'. My nipples is gettin' hard.

- Nobody want to hear about your perky nipples.
- Kenny?

Have you thought about seeing someone?

Oh!

R.C., trust me.

I'm-- I'm seein' plenty right about now.

- Uh-huh.
- Would you--

Would you... excuse me, please?

Kenny?

- ♪ Feel like I'm
invisible ♪ - ♪ Invisible ♪

♪ Ooh, ooh Is that what I am ♪

♪ Walk through this world
like an invisible man ♪♪

All right, do me a favor. Take some
advice from your dead big brother.

- What's that?
- Keep this girl at a distance, man.

- Why?
- Trust me. Because right now you're a hot story. She's a reporter.

- Come on.
- If she breaks this story...

you are the new nut on the
cover of National Enquirer.

Hey, look, the girl ain't like
that. Hey, come on, baby.

Relax, relate. Release, baby.

All right? Don't be jealous
just 'cause your prospects...

look like all the chicks
in the Thriller video.

Think that's funny? You think that's funny?

You necrophiliac.

Necrophiliac? Remember
how I used to whup your ass?

Don't mess with a dead man.

What? I ain't scared of nobody--

What? What you sayin',
boy? What? What? What?

What? Aah. Okay.

All right, that hurts. That hurts.

I'm going to hurt you.

One, two, three.

- You okay?
- Sorry!

Aah! Don't make me hurt you.

Give up! Swish!

- I'll put you in the dope fiend.
- Not the dope fiend.

- It's dope fiend time.
- Look.

Get off me. Get off me. I can't.
I can't. All right, I'm a can-can.

- No, not the chicken wing!
- You want a chicken wing?

Aah! All right, you got me. Okay.

All right. Okay. Uncle. Uncle.

- Isn't that good?
- All right. How do ya like that, Space Ghost, huh?

Hey, hey! Hey! Don't!

Hey!

Huh?

All right!

Give it up, boy!

- You can't deal with me!
- Come on, Muhammad Ugly.

- Kenny?
- Hey, guys.

Ow. Ow, ow, ow.

Me and the guys, we wanted to
know what's up with you, man?

Nothing. I'm just loosenin' up.

Doing a little bit of Kong-Chi.

- Kong-Chi?
- What the hell does Kong-Chi mean, huh?

Yeah, what the hell does Kong-Chi mean?

- Kong-Chi!
- Huh?

- You know. Kong-Chi Kong-Chi.
- Huh?

It's an ancient Oriental
art form of loosenin' up.

All the sumo wrestlers do it.

That's how they fit their
big ass in them little diapers.

But for real, guys, I'm fine. I'm fine.

See? Fine, fine. Fine, fine, fine.

You're buggin', man.
You're really buggin'.

Listen, either you talk to us right
now, or we're gonna go talk to Coach.

Coach don't say nothin'
other than "Sit down."”

Would you shut up? Guys,
wait. Listen. It's Antoine.

Kenny, Big A is dead.

He's gone. You're gonna have to face it!

Not necessarily.

- Oh.
- He's back, and he's right here. See?

Look at him, guys. Look at
him. He's back. Look at him.

- You need help.
- Worse than I thought.

You need some help.

Come on, Antoine.
You gotta tell 'em, man!

I can't tell 'em anything. This
only works if I keep a low profile.

Negro, you invisible. How much
more of a low profile you gonna get?

Who's he talkin' to?

Let me slap him just one time.

No. I've had enough.

- He'll snap out of it.
- Just grab him. Ready?

- Let's go.
- Grab him.

- Wait! Wait! Wait!
- Grab him tight!

Hey, man, I'm hungry. I'm gonna
get some Chinese food. Bye-bye.

You gotta do something!
Please, do somethin', man. Please!

- I can't hear you.
- You gotta show, man!

You know you the only
one that can see me.

- Aaah! He bite me!
- Antoine, please!

I'll never ask you for anything
again in my life. Please, Antoine.

Please, just show, man.
Show 'em I'm not crazy, please!

- All right. I'll do it.
- Aaah!

Now, wait, wait, wait!
I'm gonna prove it to you.

Danny Partridge.

- What?
- Dunk it.

- Bite me.
- Just do it!

Kenny, he cannot possibly
Do it. He's too small.

What? Who are you, seven
foot and can't touch the rim?

At least I'm seven foot!

- Antoine's gonna make him do it.
- Oh, boy, here we go again!

Tell you what. Danny misses the dunk, we
take you to the coach and get you help. Deal?

Okay. All right.

- This is stupid.
- Go!

- Just do it.
- All right.

- Let's go. Do it, baby.
- Quit bein' scared.

- Come on, white man, jump!
- Dunk the ball! - Look at me!

- Do it!

- Jump! Jump!
- Come on, Opie. Dunk it!

- Fly!
- I can't!

Holy shit!

See? Now do you believe me?

Oh, uh, he-he--

- He's just, um, pumped for the tourney. That's all.
- Yeah, yeah.

- Oh, this guy--
- Oh, tough crowd.

Well, uh, I h-h-have been
working out a lot lately.

No, hey-ey-ey--

See? See? Now you done pissed him off.

Huh?

Antoine!

I you must
believe 7 - Look at that!

Oh, my God!

♪ You must believe ♪

Ooh!

- Hey, geez!
- I don't believe it.

- I don't believe it.
- You better believe it, baby.

Nice touch, baby.

Uh, welcome back.

Welcome to the San Francisco Bay area...

and the sights and sounds of
the N.C.A.A. West Regional.

From the Oakland Memorial Coliseum, it's
the University of Washington Huskies...

- Go, Huskies! Come on!
- against the Bulldogs of Fresno State.

First, though, we got a chance
to watch Harry the Husky...

- Oh, yeah! Slamma Jammal!
- as he'll perform his patented "Slamma Jamma Dunk."

Looks like he's carryin' a load.

- And the stat sheet says he is 0 for 15 on the season so far.
- Whoo! Beautiful, gang.

Come on. Here we go. One...

- two and...
- And Harry is all set.

- Three! And three!
- He's up!

- Ooh, I hope that Dawg was wearing a cup.
- Yes, definitely.

Slight miscalculation.

- And the final field of 64. Dick Vitale, any thoughts?
- Go, Dawgs! Yea, Huskies!

It's unbelievable! There's nothing
like the N.C.A.A. tournament!

It's the most special, unbelievable event!
I mean, the pageantry, the excitement!

I think it'll be awesome, baby!

It wasn't too awesome for the Huskies in the
regular season match-up with Fresno State.

Well, coaches Pederson
and Tarkanian are really ready.

But Tarkanian put the hurt on 'em
big time during the regular season.

Blew 'em out by 20 points. It
was an M & M-er, a mismatch.

They're loaded. They
could shoot the trifecta.

They got Diaper Dandies. They got
Prime Time Players. They're awesome!

But you know what? Pederson
better have his club ready...

or it'll be Embarrassin' City, baby!

- So you really like musicals a lot, huh?
- Oh, you know...

when the showboat appeared, it was magical.

- Hey, St. John, how ya doin'?
- Great.

I see you got all dressed
up for the tournament.

Do you like that? I like to look nice.

Hey, Gertz, why don't you take a stroll?

Get yourself a complimentary hot dog.

- I'm gonna talk to our friend here, okay?
- What for?

I'm shy. What do you care? Just go do it.

Today. While we're young.

- So.
- So.

You and Kenny pretty close, huh?

We've talked a few times.

- But that doesn't mean that--
- No, no.

No, hey. Relax, relax.

I know you're both adults, and, uh...

what you guys do during
recess is no business of mine.

Anyway, the thing is...

there's something
goin' on with this team,

and I have a feeling that
Kenny's got something to do with it.

Hmph! What are you getting at, Mikulski?

What I'm getting at is
- a break.

Now, if there's a story here,
and you drop the dime...

you know, it could be the
cover of Sporting News.

Hmm.

What do I have to do?

Whatever it takes to get the story.

Grab yourself a cold
one and hold onto the armrest...

'cause it's game time.

The Huskies and the
Bulldogs set to square off.

Hrbacek will tip off against
O'Neil of Fresno State.

O'Neil, you'll recall, earlier
in the regular season...

involved in an altercation
with Kenny Tyler...

that resulted in Tyler's ejection.

Up and controlled by
Hrbacek over to Tyler.

He'll bring it up, guarded by Seymour.

Hey! Hey! Start it off right.

- Get a life. Leave me alone.
- Let's go to Zigi for a three-pointer.

- Zigi can't shoot no three-pointer.
- Just do what I say.

- Zig!
- Tyler the dish to Hrbacek.

- Way outside the three-point line.
- Zigi, shoot!

He's 0 for 12 outside
the arc this season.

- Zigi, what the hell are you--
- Do it, Zigi.

Zigi for three-- He got it!

- I can't believe it! Zigi goes downtown!
- Nice shot!

This Serb is goin' long distance.

Somebody call M.C.I.
He deserves a discount.

- You've been working with him, right?
- I, uh--

- Good work, Coach.
- Thanks.

Peabody brings it up,
closely guarded by O'Grady.

Tark will call the play. Now
it's Peabody over to Seymour.

Seymour, O'Neil on a drive,
and a slam over Zigi... and a foul.

And now tempers flare. Malik,
he's got to watch it. He'll get a "T."

- Tyler now steps in to try to calm things down.
- You got a problem?

Yeah, because you're in
my face, White Shadow.

You better be careful, punk. Big brother
ain't here to protect your ass no more.

- What? Punk!
- Come on, little girl.

That's bullshit, Ref. I should
head-butt you like Dennis Rodman.

- All right. Easy.
- O'Neil, known for his bad-boy ways...

is a regular Dennis
Rodman in the making...

but tonight he's more
like Dennis the Menace...

- out there looking for trouble.
- Pour it in, now.

Hey.

- Whoo! Whoo! Whoo!
- You gonna shoot?

He drops back
like a quarterback and he rifles...

a line drive off the backboard. Whoa!

This ball is sailing,
sailing into the rafters.

Somebody call 911.
This boy needs a doctor.

Oh, yeah. That happens
on this planet all the time.

What the hell are you doin'?
Get your head in the game.

And O'Neil left to ponder
whether he should have been...

- trying out for the Punt, Pass and Kick competition.
- It went up and--

Huskies by nine now, as we
wind down here in the first half.

Seymour brings it up, guarded by Major.

And O'Neil pushes off on
Tyler. Hey, that looks like a foul.

- Seymour rushes to O'Neil on the wing.
- Come on, Ref.

Leave my brother alone! And
get your thumb out of my eye!

And O'Neil turns it over on purpose.

This boy has flipped his lid. Somebody
call Bellevue and see if there's a vacancy.

Time out. Time out.

So a major upset-- 76, 61.

Dick, you and I have seen a lot of
strange games. This one was wild.

I can't believe it. I mean, I'm stunned.

I know Tarkanian's gotta be
shocked. Look at the stats, Brad!

Thirty-six by Kenny Tyler. He was super!

They wield some unbelievable
canine magic today, the Huskies.

Whoo! That's it, baby!

- All right!
- Gimme some! Yeah!

That's the way we do
it, boy! A & K all the way.

It felt like old times. Let's
celebrate, get some grub.

Or better yet, let's go to the cemetery.

See if I can get laid.
I need some action.

That sounds great, but, uh...

I think I'm gonna be busy tonight, bro.

Oh, come on, Kenny, man. Would you stop--

Yeah!

Aaahh!

♪ Baby ♪

Yeah!

Oh, no, I couldn't. I couldn't.

Oh, all right.

Nichols, get in here!

Whoo!

Wow!

Whoo! Whoo! We're
goin' to the tournament!

One time,
right, my mom was bein' thrifty...

and she went to K-Mart...

- and bought us these cheap-ass shoes.
- Stop.

- Yo, I swear.
- I couldn't tell the left from the right.

They were like some ambidextrous shoes.

It was hilarious.

Oh, man.

Oh, God. Antoine.

That's my man.

- So.
- So.

- We were talking about the game.
- Right.

Have you been doing anything special?

Wearing your lucky socks?
Carrying a rabbit's foot?

Taking anything?

What do you mean, "taking anything"?

I've just never...

Seen a team play like this before.

It's--

So we gotta be on something?

No. I didn't mean for
it to pop out like that.

- Oh!
- There it is. That's the headline.

"Huskies Shootin' up. Dawgs On Dope."

- Shut up.
- You're the only one that can hear me, so hear me.

- Kenny? Kenny!
- Move. Move!

So what are you tryin' to say?

- I'm just, uh--
- I'm just, uh, uh, uh--

She's babbling.
Ba-a-a-a. She's stuttering.

Why are we-we talking like this?

- She ain't givin' you no ass.
- No reason.

- Stop that corny smile.
- It's just that you look so...

Don't get corny.

- Stop that!
- beautiful from this angle.

- You ain't got to work that hard.
- And this angle.

- You ain't gettin' no ass.
- Would you excuse me?

- I've gotta go to the bathroom.
- No rhythm.

Look. We've been
through a lot together...

and I love you more than
anything in this world...

- but you've gotta stop poppin' up all the time...
- Kenny.

- Kenny.
- wantin' to play.

I'm on a date. I can't
play with you right now.

Gosh! Why are you making this so hard?

People are starting to stare at me.

- You know something?
- Hey!

I have the same problem.

Trust me. My problem's
a lot bigger than yours.

Oh.

Oh, no, wait. My man!

I'm not talking-- Not
that kind of problem!

- You hurt him.
- That's not funny.

That man thinks I'm talking to my piece.

You was having a conversation with
your piece. Little conversation piece.

Ha, ha! Conversation--

When I'm locked up in
Bellevue, I'm blamin' you, okay?

Ah! Great.

The food is here. I am starving.

Look, Kenny, I didn't mean
to accuse you of anything.

Girl, stop it. We cool.
Don't worry about it.

- You have to admit, there's been a lot of weird--
- Weird? Nah.

I didn't notice anything weird
happening. You're trippin'.

Whoa! It's not just for steak anymore.

Steak sauce. Mmm.

Steak sauce. Oh.

- Yes. Yeah.
- Mm, mm, mm. I love me some steak sauce.

On salmon?

Oh, yeah. It gives it that
nice, zesty, tangy flavor.

Oh, that's gonna be good. Enjoy.

Mm. Mm, mm, mm.

Ooh! Gets ya right back here, right?

Gets you right back in the throat?

Need some water? Need some water?

Slow, slow, slow. Drink!

- Thirsty?
- Yeah.

Yes. Yes. Sexy.

Sorry. I'm just so, so hungry.

Would you like some zesty salmon?

Y-You sure?

So, I...

had an interesting time tonight.

Well, I had a pretty
interesting time myself.

That's me.

Oh.

It's late.

No. No, no, no.

Put that-- Put that thing...

back in your mouth.

M-Maybe, um-- Maybe
we're rushing things a little bit.

Yeah. Maybe
we're rushing things a little bit.

Maybe we are...

- So embarrassing.
- rushing things a little bit.

Yeah.

Now, take it easy.

Uh--

What was that?

- It was stupid and embarrassing.
- I like to kiss on the move.

Oh, really?

- It's freaky.
- Oh, okay.

It'll take some getting used to.

Um--

Okay, I think I better go.

- Oh, okay.
- Yeah. O-Okay.

- All right. Okay.
- All right. Okay. Yeah.

- Bye.
- Bye.

- What's wrong with you, man?
- What's wrong with you?

- You mind your business, man.
- You mind your business.

You ain't have no right doing
that. I don't want to hear it.

- Stupid.
- Hey, mind your business. Mind your business.

- You ain't got business telling me what to do.
- Kenny.

- Kenny, what's going on?
- Hey, Coach.

- Who ya talking to?
- Uh--

- Kenny.
- He'll boot your ass--

- Shut up.
- I'm your coach. Don't talk to me that way.

- If you don't want me, you shouldn't have called.
- I'm sorry I did.

All right, then. I accept your apology.

- If you want me gone, I'm gone.
- Good.

I'm not trying to come down
on you. I'm trying to help.

- Fuck it. I'm gone.
- Good.

- I'm gone.
- Good.

- Kenny?
- You're gonna be sorry. You need me.

What you doin'? You
ain't gonna catch shit.

Stupid Frenchman. Get on my nerves.

- Kenny?
- Yo.

Just tell me what's going on here.

Trust me, Coach. You--
You wouldn't understand.

Antoine?

Ant, I just want to say I'm sorry.

I didn't mean it, man.

You know that, right?

I know you didn't mean it.

Crybaby.

♪ Very Superstitious ♪♪

The storm
clouds continue to brew...

from the great Northwest.

What a story this has
become for the U.W. Huskies.

Their little guy, Danny O'Grady,
elevates his game to a new level.

So does his team as
Coach Pederson's squad...

upsets Dean Smith's
North Carolina Tar Heels...

sends the Heels back to Chapel Hill,

and for the Huskies now
it's on to the Sweet Sixteen.

O'Grady brings it
up, into the front court.

The dish, Zigi on the drive.

And the lay-in. Hrbacek's got 15.

- Owl!
- Ow! Ow!

- Ow! Ow!
- Owl -

Unbelievable! A
street brawl took place.

The Arkansas Razorbacks
cut themselves to shreds.

Three of their five starters were
ejected for fighting with themselves!

How wacky can ya get?

And their coach, Nolan Richardson,
was sent to the showers...

allowing the U.W. Huskies
to march on to the Great Eight.

Husky hysteria is goin' wild!

So the clock stopped.
3:20 remaining in the ball game.

70, 63, the Huskies,
Dick, and they're clinging...

- {0 that seven-point advantage.
- Pitino gets a 1.0.

It's Maalox-mashing
time for both coaches.

Pitino's talkin' to his team. "We
gotta speed up the tempo of the game.”

Pederson says, "We gotta
spread out and slow it down."

Danny and Kenny, you keep
that ball on the perimeter.

And guys, use the clock. Use that clock.

All right? Come on. Let's go! Here we go!

- One, two, three.
- Woof! Woof! Woof!

Huskies' ball as
they break the huddle.

Let's look for Major to be the
trigger man on the inbound.

Kirk will step up and force the press.

Wildcats in desperate need of a turnover.

Major in to O'Grady.

And the little guy will
bring it up for the Dawgs...

and Marlowe covers him stride
for stride on the way up court.

Four corners! Work the
clock, guys! Work it! Work it!

O'Grady taking his
time, working that clock...

now cross-courts it to Tyler.

- Throw an alley-oop to Luther.
- Coach said milk the clock.

Coach, my ass! Just do what
I said! I'm running this team!

- Look for Tyler to try to run...
- Luther!

- A four-corner, slowdown offense.
- I got it! I got it!

He tossed an alley-oop
to LaSalle. A slam]!

But LaSalle steamrolls
Kirk in the process...

and that is a foul.

Charging call on LaSalle,
Dick, and that's number five.

Wow! He's their big star,
goes to the sideline on a charge!

Looks like they're gonna have to go...

- with Jimmy Stubbs.
- Who? Jimmy who?

Come on. Move it!
Move it! Let's go! Let's go!

Let's go. Let's go.

Damn it, Luther. You
call that using the clock?

- No, Coach, but--
- Four fouls. You get called for a charge? Sit down!

- Coach!
- Sit down.

- Jimmy!
- Huh?

- You're going in.
- Who, me?

Thank you very much.
You will not be disappointed.

Always looking out for a brother.

Let's hear a new yell!

- Lu, man, I want to say I'm sorry--
- Get off me!

And tell your damn
brother to get off me too.

Whoo! Did you see that?

Boy, did you see me? Did you see that?

It was like old times. Did
you see how high I was?

- I ain't in the mood. Leave me alone.
- What?

You buggin', man. You goin' too far.

I'm goin' to the Final Four, son.

I don't know where you're goin'.

Well, another Husky
shocker. Can you believe it?

90, 71. A 19-point win over Kentucky.

Excuse me. Kenny!

Excuse me, baby.

Don't eat the cake till I get back.

Kenny?

Where you at, Murphy? Whoo!

Nice shot. Two.

Hey! Hey, what's up, Ma?

Whoo! I remember when
you made that foul line.

I bought the paint.

You got sick of us
drawing it with your lipstick.

I, uh...

caught myself trying to
die a little with Antoine.

- Oh, Mama.
- But you wouldn't let me.

I watch you out there...

alive, and playing, and--

oh, God. It's almost like
he's right there beside you.

- Well--
- Honey...

I don't know what's gonna
happen in new york, and I don't care.

I just want to say thank you, baby.

I just wish your daddy was here.

Oh! He would be so proud...

- Of you.
- Mama.

Who's your big girl?

You are.

You better believe it.

Let's go on inside.
Uncle Jake's here to see you.

Oh, no. Not Uncle Jake!

That man ain't got no teeth, and
he always wants something to eat.

Look for Tyler
now to run a four-corner offense.

He looks inside--

Yeah.
Never eat a pizza after a burrito.

What do you want, Mikulski?

- Did you talk to him?
- Yeah, I talked to him.

- What did you find out?
- There's nothing to find out.

- What do you mean--
- I gotta get back to this...

so if you don't mind, just leave me--

Hello? R.C., are you there?

- Did you hang up?
- alone.

Listen to me.

LaSalle steamrolls
Kirk in the process.

- Luther, you didn't even--
- LaSalle, with a slam!

- LaSalle steamrolls Kirk--
- You didn't touch the ball.

It's 70, 63. Huskies now...

and you have to wonder what
LaSalle was thinking about.

Have to wonder what
LaSalle was thinking about.

"Tell me what--"

"Tell your damn brother to get off me"?

- Yeah?
- Hey, what's up, Kenny?

What's up, Dawg? What's poppin'?

Is it cool we... talk for a
minute? Is it cool I come in?

Yeah. Come on.

I said "we," I meant the team.

- Damn.
- Is he here?

- Is Antoine here?
- Yeah. He's in the shower.

Dead people usually
don't take showers, Kenny.

And how many dead
people do you know, Zigi?

- Not too many.
- All right, then.

What's up? What y'all want to talk about?

- Tell him. Come on.
- It-- It's Antoine.

- Yeah? What about him?
- We don't want to play with him anymore.

I mean, it feels wrong.

Just tell him to chill. Maybe come sit
on the bench with me, or something.

Personally, I'm averaging 18
points a game since he's come back...

so I really don't give a shit, all right?

Look, look, look, look,
look. He's a ball hog.

He was when he was
alive, and no disrespect...

He's even worse as a dead man.

He didn't hear us, did he?

- Hmm?
- Huh?

- I think it's him.
- Me too.

I've still got that
embalming fluid in my ears.

- I can't get--
- Hi, Antoine.

What's this? Looks like some kind of lynch mob.

- Go ahead. Tell him.
- You tell him, Luther. You tell him.

Tell me what? What are
they talking about, Kenny?

I ain't tellin' him. You tell
him, Jimmy. It was your idea.

You're lying through the space
in your teeth. Now say something.

Talk to me, Kenny.

They want you off the team, man.

Off the team? Me-- You
want me off the team?

Let me tell you something!
You don't tell me shit!

You don't tell me shit!

- None of you!
- Antoine, chill!

- Shut up!
- Uh-oh.

I think we pissed him off.
- Yeah.

Hey, hey, hey, hey. Hey, hey, hey.

It's-- Look, it's nothin' personal.

- Nothin' personal?
- Don't throw that chair!

Nothin' personal? Nothin' personal?

I raised all your games to
another level! Me! I did that!

You on TV. You gettin' scouted.

Zigi, you might go
lottery. I got that for you.

And this is the thanks I
get? You make me sick.

Antoine, if they don't want
you to use them, use me.

I can see it now. Twenty-two assists...

34 points and 10 boards.

Together we can win
tournament M.V.P. Sounds good.

- Man, shut up, Malik.
- I'm trying to go pro.

Kenny, I never wanted to die.

I had things I wanted to do. I had plans.

I know, man.

If you want me to go, you just tell me...

and I'm gone.

Jimmy, this is
my brother and, uh...

if he wants to stay, then he stays.

We're gonna play some
ball tonight! Let's go, Huskies!

Hey!

Where you been? I've
been looking for you.

You wasn't at the banquet last night...

or at the conference this morning.

- Where you at?
- Sorry. I've been busy.

- Oh. Been writin'?
- Yes! Writing. Look, I have to go.

No, wait, R.C. I-I-- I gotta
talk to you. It's really important.

It's kind of difficult for me to say.

- You don't have to--
- No. I-I need to.

Sometimes things happen
that are bigger than us.

Things that we really can't explain.

Things that make
absolutely no rational sense.

Kenny, you don't-- Really--

I know this sounds
crazy, believe me, but--

It's about Antoine.

- He's here.
- Come on, Kenny.

Team meeting. Let's go.

- Sweetie, you gotta believe me, okay?
- Kenny, come on.

Okay.

Coming, Coach.

Hmm.

It's a great hotel. It's
got hot water between 7:00, 7:30.

There she is. You looking for me?

Yes. I wrote this piece that--

R.C., this is David
Gallagher, Sporting News.

- Ron Hammer, the Boston Globe.
- Hi. It's nice meeting you gentlemen.

I wanted to talk to you--

Gentlemen, keep an eye
on this girl. She has the drive.

You know, I think she'd sell
her own mother for a good story.

So, what do you got for me?

- You ready to win that Pulitzer?
- Not just yet, anyway.

Uh, got a little bit
more work to do on it.

It was nice meeting you gentlemen.

Wait, wait. Where you goin'?

Come on. Come on!

Aw, I don't know.

Must be my personality.

There goes the story of the year.

Welcome to the Meadowlands...

home of the N.C.A.A. Championship;

home of college
basketball's highest honor.

And home of all the pageantry
and excitement that is the Final Four.

We kick off the festivities
with U-Dub's Harry the Husky.

And Harry's gonna get set
for his patented slam dunk.

And I say "get set" because
the stat sheet doesn't look good:

0 for 16 on the season for Harry.

So, folks, this could get a little
bit ugly. Harry's ready, though.

- I'm goin' downtown!
- And he calls his shot...

- a la Babe Ruth.
- Here we go!

- Whoa!
- Damn Dawg!

Ahhh!

- Whoa!
- Oh, he got it!

Ya-hoo! Whoo-hoo! Did you guys see that?

Thank you. Thank you.

Whoo-hoo! Whoo! Whoo! Whoo!

It's gonna be a long night for the
Huskies unless they can find someone...

to put those defensive handcuffs
on Georgetown's Jerrod Smith.

George, when you got a
six-foot, five-inch point guard...

that can go in the paint
and shoot the three...

it's an impossible match-up
on the college level.

I don't think the Huskies have
another upset in them tonight.

- Kenny Tyler.
- The infamous Jerrod Smith. What's up, baby?

- How you feelin', man?
- I'm good, man. I'm really good.

Hey, man, I'm really sorry
to hear about your brother.

- Oh, thanks, man. Appreciate that.
- Wish he was here.

Yeah. Me too.

Hey, well, man, you get over
there and tell your team about me.

Come on, man. Better
tell your team about me.

All right. You better look
up. We're gonna get that air.

Smith brings it
up, over to Douglas...

- Pass! Pass!
- back over to Smith.

- Get on him!
- Now Smith on the drive. A 15-footer. Got it!

And that's 22 for Smith,
here in the first half alone.

- A one-man wrecking crew.
- Don't let Smith do that!

That's 40, 32, Hoyas, as they
roll on, led by Jerrod Smith.

Come on, you guys. Double-team
Smith! Double-team Smith!

- Jerrod moves inside, covered by Tyler.
- Get the ball.

- Major now steps up to try to help.
- Get the ball!

- Oh, he's got the lane.
- Help out, Malik.

- Smith for two more. Thirty-two tonight.
- Damn!

What are y'all doin'?

O'Grady will try to guard him.
Nobody else has been able to.

Tyler, in a double-team.
Jerrod passes inside.

Gruca, the no-look to Burgos
on the baseline. Easy deuce.

They call a double-team on Jerrod,
and he hurts them in other ways.

- Jerrod on the dribble.
- Play good, solid "D."

Watch him, Kenny. He's going left!

Slam, bam, thank you, ma'am.

- This guy is amazing!
- You want me to handle it?

You want me to do it my way?

'Cause I'll take care
of him. He ain't shit!

Sh-- Man!

O'Grady now, across the time line.

He runs into a Hoyas
double-team. Pass over to Tyler.

Not a good one! Intercepted
by Smith! Smith on the right!

- Smith is down, and he's injured.
- What you doin', man?

Coach Thompson and
the trainers are called in.

And man, you hate to see this kind
of injury in a game of this magnitude.

- My shoulder, Coach.
- Jerrod, what's wrong?

- My shoulder.
- Just be careful. Take your time.

Stay there. Stay there.

And the heavily favored
Hoyas lose to U-Dub, 78-65.

And now, the Huskies
move on to the big show.

- Kenny.
- Hey!

What's up, R.C.? How ya doin'?

How is he?

I don't know. He's been
in surgery for over an hour.

I know he got a broken
collarbone. Concussion too.

Yeah.

I hope he's all right. God. Tsk.

Kenny, it's your brother, isn't it?

Yeah.

- So tell him to stop.
- It's no use, R.C. He ain't gonna listen to me.

He never listens to me.

He's the older brother.
He calls the shots.

Kenny, look at yourself.

Antoine is dead, and
he's still running your life.

You don't know what you're
talking about. You don't know us.

You don't know what it's like trying
to live my life without my brother.

Stupid--

No, I don't know what it's like.

And neither will you
until you let him go.

Antoine!

Yo, Antoine.

Antoine.

Antoine, I know you in here.

Yeah, I'm here.

You always did like being
the first one in the locker room.

That's only because I
was always so nervous, kid.

- You were?
- Yeah, man.

I'd come into the locker room,
see all these jerseys hangin'...

and I'd find the one with my name on it.

I would just sit down, stare at it...

wondering if I could go out there
and lay some up one more time...

and live up to the hype.

Damn. I didn't know you were scared.

Baby brother, I played
scared every game of my life...

wondering how I would
do, what people would think.

But I'll tell you something.
I'm not scared no more.

No, sir. This is one
game I am going to enjoy.

Yeah, well, uh...

you're gonna have to
enjoy it from the bench, Ant.

What are you saying?

Wait a minute, Kenny. If this is about
Jerrod Smith, that was an accident.

- Ant. Ant. Ant!
- I'm your brother. You know me better than that!

- I didn't mean to hurt him.
- Antoine, look. You got us here.

No doubt about it, man. Without
you, we'd be watching this on TV.

Exactly.

Kid, this is cheating. It's wrong.

I'm sorry, Ant. You can't play, man.

Oh, please. I'm playin', Kenny.

You're gonna be playing alone.

Kenny, think about it.
N.C.A.A. title. One more game.

It's what we always
dreamed about, me and you.

Since we was kids we've been partners.

Antoine, we ain't never
been partners, man.

I've been your sidekick
for over 20 years, kid.

And I was happy to be
that, but I can't do it no more.

I just can't do it.

Now, if you step on that
court tonight, it's over.

What are you gonna do? How
are you gonna stop me, huh?

We'll walk.

We'll just forfeit.

You will lose without me.

Then we'll just lose.

♪ O'er the land ♪

♪ Of the free ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ And the home ♪

♪ Of the ♪

♪ Brave ♪♪

Welcome to the
N.C.A.A. National Championship.

Come on. Get in here, guys. Listen
up, now. Listen up. Come on, come on.

You know, when I was a kid...

I played in the biggest
basketball game of my life.

It was the Wilmington, Delaware,
Youth League Championship...

and the winning prize
was a shiny gold medal.

Well, you know, we should
have won that game...

but we didn't, and I always felt...

that if I had played
just a little bit better...

you know, if I had really
played my guts out...

that we would have won, and
I would have won that medal.

Well, now, this is the--

This is the biggest game of your lives...

and it's just you guys,
two orange hoops...

94 feet of hardwood.

So go out there and play
the very best that you can...

and really play your guts out.

And believe me, you
will have no regrets...

and you will win your medal.

Just go out there and
play the game that you love.

- Come on!
- Let's go, let's go!

Woof! Woof! Woof!

And the Huskies take
the floor, led by Kenny Tyler...

who's assumed leadership of
this team following the tragic loss...

of his brother Antoine earlier this year.

But the U-Mass Minutemen,
they're the perennial favorites.

They come into the tournament
the number-one seed...

and with the number-one
ranking in all of college basketball.

Don't want to look for any upsets here.

Three future N.B.A. stars on this club:

six-five point guard Rudy Olivera,
six-nine power forward J.J. Sampson...

and six-ten forward Mark Tucker.

I don't even think Lady Luck
can help the Huskies tonight.

Hrbacek and Sampson to jump center.

And it's controlled by
U-Mass, over to Olivera.

Push the ball, Olivera! Push the ball!

Sampson, down low. Now
the no-look. Moore in the paint.

A finger roll, and the
early lead goes to U-Mass.

Slow it down! Give me two! Give me two!

- Tyler to O'Grady.
- Hustle up, Danny!

Dish back to Tyler. Tyler with a
look and a shot, way off the mark.

For the Minutemen. Cross-courts
it to Sampson, out to Olivera.

Breakaway, easy deuce. And the Huskies
are still having trouble getting started.

We're midway through the
half. U-Mass leads, 20 to 8.

Back the other way. The dish outside.

Moore, top of the key. Got it!

Nothin' but the bottom of the
net, and the Huskies are down 14.

Yeah, baby!

Major has a look and sets.
He'll take the three, and he got it!

The Husky fans cheer their
underdog U-Dub squad for that three...

but it's hardly enough to
send the Minutemen packing.

- Bounce pass down to the baseline to Moore.
- Look alive! Look alive!

To Tucker. Tucker tosses to Olivera.

Got a pick. Backdoor lob and
Sampson finishes that one off.

U-Mass just too strong
tonight for the Huskies...

as they pull to a 14-point advantage...

with five minutes to go in the half.

Olivera proving his
All-American status in this half...

and he'll finish it with two more.

Well, U-Mass leads
42 to 22 at halftime, Billy...

and I guess the $64,000
question right now is...

"Has that magic that brought
the Huskies into the Final Four...

finally abandoned them?"

Oh, man, it's over!

We suck without big "A," man. We suck!

We are pathetic.

- How many points we down, man?
- Shit, we down 20 points!

It feels worse than that.

Let's be honest. We never
expected them to get this far.

It's kind of amazing where they are.

Too much talent down
the other end of the floor.

They're being outclassed tonight.

Fellas, fellas, the hole's been dug, man.

They're just gonna bury us.

Guys?

We just can't do it without Antoine.

We don't have to, Zigi.

Man, what are you saying, Kenny?

I'm saying I want to win this.

I didn't come this far to go
home empty-handed, Malik.

Shut up, man. You don't
know what you talkin' about.

Malik, we are down 20 points, man.

Twenty points! Do you know why?

I know why. 'Cause we suck.

Man, that's bull. We
don't suck. They suck.

- It's bullshit, man. We playin' with no soul.
- Yeah, well, I know.

We played that first
half without Antoine.

Face it.

There's only one way we
gonna get back in this game.

What-- What you sayin'?

I'm saying we go back
out on that court, Jimmy.

- And we take Antoine with us.
- No. We already agreed--

Right here. Right here, Jimmy.

Right here.

Everything my brother was...

everything he gave us...

it's all right there.

Right here.

Right here.

We gotta go out there, and we
gotta-- We gotta shoot with him.

We gotta run with him.
We gotta play with him.

We have to win with him, Malik.

Y'all with me?

- All right, man. Let's go!
- We're with you, Kenny.

Let's do this!
Let's go all the way!

Malik? Jimmy?

Let's go! Let's do this!

Let's go out
there and win this game.

Woof! Woof! Woof!

And the Huskies have
really hit the floor running...

here at the start of the second half.

- They're on a 10-0 run, and they are fired up.
- Yeah, baby, right here!

Kenny Tyler, top of the key for three!

Kenny Tyler is lighting it up
on both ends of the court now.

O'Grady looks for someone,
gets it to Tyler on the wing.

Tyler drives to the paint.
A 15-footer. It's good!

Kenny Tyler's electrified this
crowd. They're on their feet.

Holy smokes, Billy.
Kenny Tyler is on fire.

- What an incredible performance by this young man.
- It really is.

You love to see big players
come up in big games.

That's what Kenny's doing. He's put this
team on his back, and he's carrying them.

Tyler fakes
left, circles in, drives.

Jump shot, up, and it is good!

Tyler, bringing the
Huskies back in this thing.

- Danny, hit Lik! Hit Lik!
- O'Grady, the lob. Major with a slam!

Ladies and gentlemen,
we have a ball game.

- Woo-hoo! Woo-hoo!
- Set up. We comin' back now.

- It's Tyler with a ten-footer.
- In, baby! Right here!

Tyler, in for two.

Major to O'Grady. O'Grady back to Tyler.

Fakes left, goes right.
Fade away. Jump! He got it!

And the Huskies pull to within 11.

- Right here! Right here!
- O'Grady over to Hrbacek.

Way out on the wings. Skyhook for three!

- And Zigi hit it from downtown for the triple!
- It's the real Serb.

That's it, you American scum. That's it!

Motion, baby, motion!

Olivera makes the lay-in
to hold the lead at five.

Two minutes. Two minutes,
and we down five, baby.

Kenny Tyler cuts it down to three.

Major, in to Tyler. Tyler fakes.

A high archer, off the glass. Got it!

And that double brings
the Huskies to within two.

And a time-out call by the Huskies.

The Minutemen clinging
to a two-point advantage...

with just 16 seconds left on the clock.

Okay, guys, 16 seconds left
to a national championship.

- We gotta keep Tyler from beating us.
- Kenny, you make this shot.

Let's take this one home. This is
it. This is what we came here for.

- Okay, Dawgs up, you guys.
- Dawgs up! Dawgs up!

Woof! Woof! Woof!

U-Mass!

And who would have thought the
Huskies would be in this position?

Sixteen seconds on the clock,
a chance at being a giant-killer...

of the number-one team in the country.

The Huskies will line it up. The Minutemen
will use that tight man-to-man defense.

We have to assume that Pederson made the
call to Tyler for the inbound game winner.

Moore is over LaSalle. He
doesn't want a five-second call.

Finally with the inbound.
It's stolen by Tucker.

And that is it. If they can hold on
to it, the championship is theirs.

Nine seconds to go. All
U-Mass has to do is to occupy this ball.

The Huskies step up
the "D," but time is running out.

Somebody's got to force a turnover or
a foul here, or this one's in the books.

O'Grady on Tucker. We're down
to seven seconds and counting.

O'Grady on him like a pit bull,
trying to make something happen.

Five seconds left.
Someone needs a play here!

- No turnovers!
- Tucker tries to pass to Oliver...

and Kenny Tyler gets a hand on it!

- Here comes Tyler again! Can you believe it!
- Go! Go!

Come on!

Tyler again!
He's got it! He goes up!

I got it, dude!

Ant, no!

No, no!

Let it go.

It's good!

Yes!

- 66, 65!
- Oh, my God!

Yeah! Whoo!

Yeah!

Number one! Number one!

All the way!

- We did it, baby!
- No, you did it.

I gotta go see the coach.

- I'll be right back, okay?
- Okay.

- Hey, R.C.!
- Hey!

Antoine. Wait!

Antoine! Antoine!

Antoine, wait! Ant--

Antoine.

- We did it, baby.
- No.

You did it, like I never
let you do it before.

And you looked good doin' it too.

I had a good teacher.

Yeah.

They're calling me.

They want me to play on the team.

Said I might make the starting five...

if I learn not to hog the ball.

I love you.

- Come here, man.
- I love you.

It's okay. I love you.

Bye, Antoine.

No, no. No.

No good-byes, 'cause
I'll always be with you.

Hey, it's like Pop said.

If you and I stick together--

Anything can happen.

You gonna be all right, man.

But if you don't repeat next year...

I'll be back.

Here I come.

Yeah!

All right! All right!

Yeah, baby! Huskies! Number one, baby!

Yeah, Coach! Number one, baby! Huskies!

Huskies, baby!

Huskies!

Yeah, baby!

That's our sixth man, isn't it?

Yeah, Coach.

A & K...

all the way, baby.

Yeah!

Yeah!

Yeah, baby!

We did it, Coach! We did it!

♪ So you think it's rough
that you had a bad day ♪

♪ Seems like nothing's goin' your way ♪

♪ But I'm here to tell you it
ain't over till it's over, yeah ♪

♪ You can't let no
one break your stride ♪

♪ What you need is to look inside ♪

♪ And keep risin' ♪

♪ Straight to the top, baby Mmm ♪

♪ Don't you let nobody stop you ♪

♪ Don't you let nobody stop you ♪

♪ Keep a-rockin' Don't you stop it ♪

♪ Keep a-rockin' Don't you stop ♪

♪ Keep on movin' Don't stop groovin' ♪

♪ Oh, ooh, ooh ♪

♪ Straight to the top ♪

♪ Oh, oh, oh ♪

- ♪ Keep on risin' ♪
- ♪ Keep on risin' ♪

- ♪ Straight to the top, baby ♪
- ♪ Straight to the top, baby ♪

♪ Ain't nobody standin' in your way ♪

♪ Oh, oh, whoa ♪

♪ Just keep risin' ♪

♪ Straight to the top, baby ♪

- ♪ Ain't no stoppin' us now ♪
- ♪ No, there ain't no stoppin', stoppin' us now ♪

♪ You know ijt's time
to get your groove on ♪

♪ And you know you gotta stay strong ♪

♪ You can do it oh, yeah, oh ♪

♪ All ya gotta do is look inside ♪

♪ Don't let no one break your stride ♪

- ♪ Keep on risin' ♪
- ♪ Keep on risin' ♪

- ♪ Straight to the top, baby ♪
- ♪ Oh, oh, oh, oh ♪

♪ Don't you let nobody stop you ♪

♪ Don't you let nobody stop you ♪

♪ Keep on rockin' Don't you stop it ♪

♪ Rock, baby, rock ♪

♪ Keep on movin' Don't stop groovin' ♪

- ♪ Oh, oh, oh ♪
- ♪ Straight to the top ♪

♪ Straight to the top ♪

- ♪ Oh, yeah ♪
- ♪ Keep on risin' ♪

- ♪ Keep on risin' ♪
- ♪ Straight to the top, baby ♪

- ♪ Straight to the top ♪
- ♪ Ain't nobody standin" in your way ♪

- ♪ Oh, oh ♪
- ♪ Just keep risin' ♪♪