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What's up, my man? Christian Boykin. Go to Brookwood.
Justin.
I gotta get to practice soon. Keish, can I talk to you real quick?
Uh, um, yeah. Yeah, sure.
-Be blessed, Ms. Clark. -All right.
Okay, so those two used to date.
What are you doing here? I blocked you for a reason.
I know. But how can I make things right if you're--
You don't.
Keish.
I am sorry. Okay? I'm sorry.
I gotta go.
I'm signing with Kansas.
Everything works out for you, huh?
And you know what the fucked-up part is?
I'm only talking to you so that my mom doesn't suspect anything.
Now I need a new lie about why you're sending me flowers
and tracking me down.
You don't gotta lie. You can just tell her it's about Kansas.
And that I'm thanking the people that helped me to get there. That's real.
Keish…
Stop calling me that.
I do miss you, though.
Does Tammy miss you?
Tammy? Who's Tammy?
What, your girl from St. Maria's?
That's not my girl.
That's not my girl, neither.
She was at The Dunes the same day I was.
So I just went over there and begged her to tell you to call me.
I don't know if I can, but I'm trying to make things right.
You deserve better from me, and I know that.
Got this Nike trainer working me out this weekend.
A lot of perks rolling in.
I wanna send some of that your way.
Come on, Keish.
The least I can do is make sure you and your boy Howard get together.
Don't fucking do that.
My bad. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to.
What did you say to my mom? To get her to bring you here?
Come on, now. You know your mom. She… she can't say no to me.
Look, don't come to my house anymore.
-Keish, I was just trying to see you. -And don't send me flowers.
Well, if you do come to this Nike thing,
can you let me know?
I really am sorry.
Fuck.
Yes! Yes! Good job!
Yeah! Yeah! Let's go!
Hey. Stop wasting all the water.
Sorry. Sorry, sorry.
How much were those spikes you were trying to get?
Uh, you don't have to worry about getting me that right now.
You're gonna need them eventually. So I'm just…
trying to see if I can hocus-pocus these numbers.
Just let me see if coach can get them for me first.
Okay. Oh, that's Brittany.
-Brittany B! -Hey, baby.
Hey.
-Oh! -Can you hold this?
Sure.
But I did not get a text from you asking if I wanted anything.
Mm. Excuse you.
I'm giving you my time and my knowledge to help you get this job.
-Hey, Urkel. -Hey.
You still trying to get her a job with you at USC?
Girl, I'm trying to get her behind some normal hours
so she can get some normal clothes.
That is just gonna add to my budget. Also, wait a minute, I like my look.
It's comfy.
Oh, okay. Know what else is comfy?
Couches.
You wanna look like a couch?
I can get like a weekend job,
you know, after I'm done picking up the trash.
Girl, just keep your books open and your legs closed. We are almost there.
God. Your mom stay on you, dawg.
Ooh! Y'all, did we ever figure out what this flower situation was about?
-Yes. So confidentially… -Yeah.
-…so don't say nothing. -I won't.
Okay. Christian is signing with Kansas.
-And wants to celebrate with his day ones. -Oh, with his day ones!
Ooh, it's a setup for prom. Watch.
It is! Girl, remember, she used to always be crying about,
"I'm ugly. Nobody looks at me, nobody talks to me."
See what a little hair, makeup, and wardrobe can do?
Okay.
That's what I'm trying to do for you with this job.
Yeah, girl, we can get you a little skirt. Let that booty pop up. Let it sit, okay?
Girl, not you trying to give me a trick.
More of a treat, but you ain't listening.
-Got candy? -I think so.
Yeah
I need imperfections
I don't need you to be perfect
We all got a past now
You just gotta leave it In the past now, yeah
So cancel out your ex
And let 'em know I'm next
And cancel out your stress
'Cause baby, I'm the best
Rack up, I just want rack up
He just want lack up
You don't want no broke boy Tell him pack up
I'm in the kitchen Mixin' your prescription
You know I ain't trippin', baby
'Cause I need imperfections
I don't need you to be perfect
We all got a past now
You just gotta leave it In the past now
So cancel out your ex
And let 'im know I'm next
And cancel out your stress
'Cause baby, I'm the best
Cool. Good hand. Here. Edge it. Yeah, right here.
-Go work, boy. -Yes, sir.
Reject the screen, come on. Come here. Come on, good hand.
Back up. Got him.
Nice. Come on. Yup. Good.
Good.
Okay. Okay, okay, okay.
Reject the screen. Come on. Nice. Come on.
-Nice. Good job. -Come on, it's easy, baby.
Happy you made it.
-I'm here for the Nike trainer. -Oh, you're here for the Nike trainer?
-All right, Christian, we out. -All right, yo.
Figured we worked you enough.
Bro, keep talking, man.
Oh, but look, this is my… my friend, uh, Keisha Clark.
She's about to be Howard's latest and greatest track star.
-Hey. -Oh, word? Nice to meet you.
Nice to meet you.
Go easy on our boy.
-I'm going to holler at y'all. Be easy. -All right.
-All right, Keisha. -Nice meeting you.
All right.
Grindin' all my life Sacrificed, hustle paid the price
Want a slice? Got to roll the dice…
Yes. Nice. Awesome.
'96 Impala, thug life on wheels…
Push. Stay low, stay low, stay low.
Good, good.
Ask me how I feel
Successful street nigga…
Come on. Nice.
Been grindin' all my life, sacrificed…
Keisha, my God, you can run. And your hustle game is strong.
I told you.
So who's calling? I bet every scout wants you.
I'm talking to Howard.
Why? They're barely ranked. Hardly ever make the nationals.
Well, they show up in the boardrooms and the C-suites. And I want that.
Plus, if I'm their top athlete, they'll treat me like it.
And I can chart my own course
and not have to worry about losing my spot or my scholarship.
With all due respect, it sounds like a bit of a cop-out.
Okay, well, that's because you don't see the race that I'm running.
I can't even look at you no more.
-All right, see you next week. -Be easy, my man.
I think you just broke his brain.
Not everybody's gonna get it.
I know what it looks like when dreams die, so I have to be clear.
Heard.
Oh, yo. I also took care of this.
I-- I talked to Tammy for you.
-I didn't ask you. -I know.
I'm just trying to set things straight.
All right? I'm just trying to fix anything I fucked up any way I can.
The video is still out there.
I--
Look, if you know who got it, I can get them to delete it.
You tried that, remember?
You know, the crazy thing is you're all over the video too.
But nobody says anything about you. It's always me.
Like, for real, why did you do that? Like…
I just don't understand why you'd do me like that.
And don't say, "Oh, it was just some dumb shit."
I don't-- I don't know. I don't know.
Okay? I-- I don't know.
Yeah, you're gonna have to do better.
'Cause I don't want you sending me flowers or kissing up to my mom.
I wanna know why you did it.
It's just gonna sound like trash.
For real, 'cause it-- 'cause it is.
All right? And there's no excuse for sending that video.
Honestly, at the time, I didn't think it was that big of a deal.
Not that big of a deal?
No, for real. Me and my boys, we look at dumb shit--
we talk about dumb shit all the time.
-And then when Lucas… No, for real. -Lucas? Lucas? Of course.
He kept going on about how white girls give better head than Black girls and…
No, Keisha, he would not let that shit go.
I just sent him that video to shut him up and prove him wrong. That was it.
So you did it for the culture.
I felt stupid after I did it.
For real. I just…
I went over to his house the next day and made him delete the video.
Look, for real, I'm…
I'm sorry, Keish.
I went from having a full scholarship at Brookwood…
…to watching my mom scrape by to keep me in this new school.
She can't even-- she can't even afford to buy me my new track gear.
All because you wanted to prove something to these white boys.
I still have to live with this shit every day.
And you just get to walk away like nothing ever happened.
Do you know what that feels like?
I'm sick and tired of this shit controlling my every move.
I really didn't mean to hurt you.
If I could change things, if I can do things over again,
I swear I would.
But you can't.
Keisha.
Fuck.
-Hi. -Hey.
I cannot believe you drove all the way down here for some chicken.
I could've DoorDashed the chicken. Come on, I came to see you.
Mm.
-Thanks for coming. -Yeah.
I know you've been going through it. I just wanna make sure you're okay.
Yeah, I'm okay. Come on, close the door behind you and lock it.
Okay, so look. This is what was on his little brother's Instagram.
Yeah, I knew how to love them!
-This can't be your real life. Step out. -He's cheating. No.
So what do we know? He's a really good brother.
Mm-hmm.
He also only likes posts about video games or Playboi Carti,
Travis Scott, and Lil Uzi. And he hasn't even unfollowed you.
Yet.
Okay, you just need to talk to him.
I tried.
I have an idea. Brookwood plays Camden Hall this week.
You should go and just casually run into him.
Mm. I haven't been back there since…
Right. Yeah, never mind. That's a bad idea. I…
I know my party was hard enough for you.
You know, it's funny, because, like, that night,
he actually, like, made me forget about all of it.
Um, and also me. Hello.
Oh, no, of course. My heart, my soul.
Oh, I just loved the way he looked at me.
It's so nice to know that somebody really likes you.
Like, lights up when they see you.
Like, I didn't have to guess. You know, he just…
He was just so honest. He said what was on his mind.
And you know guys like leaving you guessing,
like with Christian.
He was never upfront saying how he felt about me.
Why is he acting like this right now?
Maybe he's just really hurt.
It doesn't seem like it's in his nature to act this way.
You know what he said to me at the theater?
He said that he knows that guys buy girls stuff expecting sex.
But he wanted to make sure that I knew he wasn't making that move with me.
Wow.
That's a little too honest.
-It's giving on-the-spectrum vibes. -Stop!
-What? Elon Musk is. -Chloe!
Look, it's really nice to have him back in my life.
He's like a fresh start.
I just…
wanna tell him that I really like him so I can clear this up.
So come to the game. Come on, I'll be there with you.
-Okay! All right! -Come on!
Summertime I'm still thinking 'bout you
If I don't love, then what will I do?
Reality's here, but not coming through
-In my mind, I can be what we choose… -Keisha!
But in life We can't stand in those shoes
-It's something I know… -Hi!
Before our debut
-Go! Right! There you go! -Take care of the ball!
Take care of the ball!
Are you kidding me?
There you go!
Gotta rebound!
What are we doing?
Find it!
Ten, nine, eight, seven, six,
five, four, three, two, one!
Call it. Basket's good. Basket's good.
That'll leave us at Brookwood 70, Camden Hall 51.
All right. Let's go. That's game.
Good job. Let's go.
All right, man. I'm out.
See ya.
What's up?
Hi.
Yeah, I'll catch you.
Hey. Good news. I-- I don't have tetanus.
That's good.
Look, I-- I came here to talk to you about what happened at the park.
Well, I think you made it pretty clear. And now you're doubling down on it.
What?
So what? We gonna pretend that you're not here for your boy?
Wh--I'm not here to see Chr--
I'm here to talk to you.
Okay, so that's why you're sitting at Brookwood's side.
I was just sitting with Chloe.
You know what? It was, um, it was good seeing you, Keisha.
Justin, please just hear me out.
I don't care about Christian.
I just had to make it look like I did.
Well, I mean, you've become more questions than answers for me.
I mean, maybe you're right. Maybe…
I should find another Keisha.
You know what? Tell your boy I said, "What's up."
Hey.
Thought that was you.
It's good to see you back up here.
Are you okay?
I'm cool. Good game.
Thanks.
Did you get my message about the code I got you from Nike?
Fifty percent discount?
Look, maybe we should stop talking before people come up with more stories.
Man, fuck them.
Let them scratch their head about what they think is going on.
You know how we can confuse them? If you go to prom with me.
What?
Oh, yeah. Made you smile.
-Because that's crazy. -How is that crazy?
We always said we would go together.
You get to go back up in Brookwood, shut 'em all up.
I get the last dance with you before I graduate.
Look, you don't have to do all this to make me feel better. I'm good.
All right, Keish.
Yeah
Mm, yeah
What do I got to lose right now? Nothing to prove right now
Yeah, yeah I ain't in the mood right now…
What's up, coach?
Come on, Edwards.
I've been thinking about that game a lot.
-Oh yeah? -Yeah.
I feel like my three-pointer could've kept us in the game.
So you think you should decide who gets to play and when?
What? No, I…
I mean, I just want a chance to prove myself, you know?
Be consistent, patient. Your time will come.
-Hey. -Hey.
You good?
Yeah, I'm good.
You ready?
-Yeah. -Let's go get it.
We ready.
I was a high-level athlete. I knew where I was going by my freshman year, so…
Justin, have you received anything? Have you talked to any coaches?
I mean, no, not yet. But I still have a year to play.
Well, next session, let's get Coach Derek in here.
He will help us map out your options and your journey.
No.
Actually, Coach Derek is the problem.
How's somebody supposed to recruit my son if he's got him on the bench?
That man does not care about winning. He cares about sucking up to CEOs.
Go to a game. Their sons run up and down the court.
I can't speak to those politics. Like I said, we could talk to Coach Derek.
But, Justin, if you wanna play ball, there are so many good schools. D2 and D3.
Let's drop basketball for a second, okay?
Can Justin get into an elite college without it?
We can try, but his 2.7 GPA sorta limits his options.
He's a solid B.
$40,000 a year should be incentive enough for him to get an A understanding.
Now that we're clear on the priorities,
let's enroll him in honors classes next quarter.
AP classes next year, that'll really boost his GPA.
We should strongly consider early decision.
Speaking of which, Justin, why is the college questionnaire blank?
You never filled it out?
What major interests you?
Do you want a classic campus experience?
Do you see yourself in the city?
I'm here to talk to you.
Does a large workload scare you?
Justin, please, hear me out.
I mean, maybe you're right. Maybe I should find another Keisha.
Me
Can you focus on me?
Baby, can you focus on me…
All right, get your gloves. Touch every base.
Hands in the soap…
Justin.
Have the faucets running And I keep looking at you
Stuck on your phone And you're stuck in your zone…
Pick it up!
-Hey. -Hey. Hey, hey.
-I can get that for you. -That's fine. Okay.
-I got it. Okay. -Sure, yeah.
Mm-hmm.
It's a little quieter over there if you wanna…
-Oh, in the amphitheater? -Yeah.
Okay, sure.
Wish you would just focus on me
Me
Can you focus on me?
Baby, can you focus?
I'm glad you texted me.
Yeah, 'cause I missed you.
I mean, even though I didn't want to.
Okay.
I mean, even though our ride has been bumpy,
you are the calmest thing that I know.
Justin…
What happened?
I mean, well, let's see.
I thought it was third quarter,
but it turns out it's fourth quarter with this college process.
And I gotta figure this out quickly 'cause…
I mean, I got-- I got no D1 searching for me right now.
Why'd you start playing basketball in the first place?
Well, my dad used to play ball.
-Mm-hmm? -I mean, every weekend, um…
he would take me to this park, just me and him.
I mean, it was my favorite thing in the world.
You know, but…
…he, uh, he never let me win.
Said the day that I beat him, I will have earned it.
I mean, I-- I hated losing to him.
I mean, he would smack the ball,
laugh,
talk shit.
Okay, I was…
I was five.
But then I-- I just got smarter, you know?
I… I decided to learn how to shoot above his head.
-Okay. -You know, shooting long threes.
I mean, best feeling in the world beating your dad.
I mean, it's like a high that I never felt before.
Damn.
Yeah.
I thought you were gonna say, like, Kobe Bryant or something.
No, but for real, I think maybe you stopped chasing, like, that high
and started chasing, like, the scouts and the D1s.
Yeah.
Look, but you need to play for how it makes you feel, not them.
You told me that people tell you that you overthink. Well…
just don't.
Just play your game.
I'm sorry, I can't really see you.
-Oh, maybe Jaden hit a fast one. -Yeah, probably.
I have to tell you something.
Christian, he, um,
he wants me to go to his senior prom.
And what? I mean, you said yes?
-Look, when you didn't text me back… -So this is my fault.
He asked me after the basketball game.
After I sat in the stands
and tolerated all of the whispering and the stares
from the same bitches at Brookwood.
After I told myself that I wouldn't let them scare me off anymore.
After I didn't think that we would see each other again.
After you told me that you were gonna go find another Keisha.
Okay, fine, it is my fault.
All right? But I'm back.
So call him and tell him you can't go.
-It's not that simple. -It is!
It is that simple.
Is it him, or is it me?
Neither.
Look, I already told my mom, okay?
-I can't back out now. -You need to tell her the truth.
Justin, it's too late, okay?
If I tell her now and put this on her plate now,
not only will it break her,
but she will lock me up for good
or send me to the Dominican to live with my dad. So which one do you want more?
Hey!
What's going on over here?
Please don't say anything.
I asked a question.
We were debating.
Yeah, a two-person Socratic seminar about a rap song.
Uh, turns out I was arguing a losing battle, so…
I'm gonna go wait for my brother out in the car.
Good night, sir.
I don't really care if you cry
On the real, you should've never lied
Should've saw the way She looked me in my eyes
She said "Baby, I am not afraid to die…"
Justin.
Uh, come in.
Justin?
-Hey. -Hey.
Can you turn that off, please?
Yeah.
Your Spanish teacher just emailed me. You missed another assignment.
No, wait, I got an extension for that one.
Justin, we can't keep having this conversation.
Mom, I'm telling you, I promise. I can… I can email her right now.
Your executive function is not where it needs to be at this point,
and I've been thinking about this since the counseling session.
Mom, I-- I can email her.
These are the cards we've been dealt, and I'm just gonna say it.
We need to get you into the best college possible,
but you need way more time with your grades.
And we do see you working hard. Got tutors out the ass.
But something has to give.
And I think we should really consider dropping basketball.
-No, I-- -Not this season.
Finish out the year, but next year…
it's over,
so we can focus on school.
No, I'm not doing that.
Okay, I'm gonna go harder.
And, um, look, I'm doing my homework right now.
-I'm doing my homework. -Justin, babe.
No, there's a chance I can still get noticed.
There was a lot your father and I got wrong in this, and we're sorry.
But D1 is never gonna happen,
because Camden Hall never appreciated your talents.
They wanted our money.
I don't like saying this. You can hate me for it.
I'm just trying to get us to wake up and catch up.
I can still be who I wanna be, even if you don't believe in me.
You're not hearing me, Justin.
Justin.
Yeah!
Boom!
Foul! Brookwood. Number 28. Camden's ball.
-Sub for Camden, Edwards! -Yo, take a seat.
Justin, what the hell are you doing?
I'm playing my game.
Glue your ass back to the bench.
Coach, keep walking, and you'll earn a technical.
Yo, he trippin'!
Boy's going in the game, baby. Justin's going in the game. Look.
Come on, Justin.
Hermès link Could feed a village in Liberia
TMZ taking pictures Causin' mad hysteria
Mama see me on BET And started tearin' up…
Yeah, yeah! Yeah, boy!
I attended Harlem picnics Where you risked your life
Uncle used to skim work Sellin' nicks at night
I was only eight years old…
Yeah! Let's go, Justin!
Uncle Psycho was in that bathroom Buggin'
Knife to his gut Hope Daddy don't cut him
Suicidal thoughts brought to me With no advisory
He was pitchin' dummy…
Yeah, that's right!
Grandma had the arthritis In her hands, bad…
I'll fuck your bitch for the irony
I'll send Meechy at your ho If your bitch keep eyein' me
Ride with the mob, Alhamdulillah
Ferg is the name Ben Baller did the chain
Tourneau for the watch Presi Plain Jane…
Justin! Justin! Justin!
I go dump up in the bar Hit the walls like graffiti
Indian burns all up on a nigga wee-wee
I think I need a foursome Bella can do Gigi
It’d be easy if Reneezy Hook it all up on the leezy…
-Foul, 27! -What?
Shot, Brookwood.
Relax on the first one.
You got it. Get down. Fight.
One shot, guys, one shot. Stay on the shot.
Let's go. We gotta go! We gotta go!
Ten, nine, eight, seven, six,
five, four, three, two, one!
Goddamn it, yes!
Excuse me, Ms. Brent.
Hey, man. Coach still on your ass for winning the game?
No, bro, he's done.
All right, well, come through the Pinz. You're about to miss your own celebration.
And you know it won't happen again.
Man, fuck you, all right? I'm…
I'm on my way, all right?
Justin?
Justin! You did so good tonight! Oh my God!
Justin.
-Wow. Babe, you were brilliant. -Hey, man.
I mean, you did your thing out there, man. I'm so proud of you. You killed it.
-Thank you. -All right, let's go home and celebrate.
I'm going to celebrate with friends at Pinz Bowling, if that's cool.
That's cool, yeah.
-Do you mind taking this? -I got you.
How are you getting there?
Darius's parked down the street.
Ah, that's perfect. Y'all be safe.
-I will. -Let's go.
-Text me when you get to Pinz. -Yes, okay.
All right, I will.
-Great job. -Thank you.
Yo, what's good? It's D. I'll hit you back soon.
Yo, I need a ride. All right, call me back.
Baby, while we're young
I think we should do something crazy…
Do you even know where you're going?
Stand clear. Doors opening.
Hi, do you, uh, take Amex?
No, no.
I got it.
I don't need that.
Yeah, you know what I mean
I'm tellin' everybody you're mine…
You know this bus doesn't go anywhere near Pinz, right?
I can't fight it
No, you know I cannot hide it 'Cause I am so excited
That I finally decided on you
'Cause it's been another perfect day With ya
Wanna lay with ya
Spend the night with ya
Then spend my life with ya, all right
All right, all right
Yeah, you heard me right
I'll go everywhere you go I'll go everywhere you go
You know I'll go, I'll go
Everywhere you go I'll go everywhere you go
You know I'll go, I'll go
Everywhere you go I'll go everywhere you go
You know I'll go, I'll go…
Stand clear. Doors opening.
Everywhere you go, I'll go I'll go everywhere you go
Baby, while we're young We should just have fun…
You don't know where you're going, do you?
Follow me.
Ooh, that we found the one In one another
I'm tellin' everybody you're mine And I like it
I like it
And I really hope you don't mind I can't fight it
Don't fight it
No, you know I cannot hide it 'Cause I am so excited
That I finally decided on you, oh yeah
'Cause it's been another perfect day With ya
Perfect day
Wanna lay with ya, wanna lay
Spend the night with ya
Spend my life with you, all right
All right
You know I'm down to ride You know I am down to ride
Justin.
Next stop, Wilshire and Normandie.
Lemon. El limón.
El limón.
Lime is "la lima."
La lima.
Orange is "la naranja."
La naranja.
The next word is peach. El…
I need a gangsta to love me better
Than all the others do…
-You played your game tonight. -To always forgive me…
Congratulations.
Ride or die with me
That's just what gangsters do
I'm fucked up, I'm black and blue
I'm built for all the abuse
I got secrets
That nobody, nobody, nobody knows
You got me hooked up On the feeling, feeling
You got me hanging From the ceiling, ceiling
You got me up so high I'm barely breathing, breathing
So don't let me, don't let me
Don't let me, don't let me go
I need a gangsta
Gangsta, gangsta
To love me better
To love me better, better, baby
Than all the others do
They do, they do, they do, oh
To always forgive me
-Always forgive me -Ride or die with me
Ride or die with me
That's just what gangsters do
Do
Yeah
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