boy.
zeke.
we should head over.
with who?
you just got back from a four game road trip.
what?
yeah.
we moved back here when quincy was about five, after zeke was traded. neighborhood was a little more mixed back then.
okay?
it was the least we could do. and i love to cook.
you're a caterer?
you know, girl, long as i've lived next door, i've never seen the inside of this house.
help her, quincy.
it's. it's okay. can i get a towel?
no. good boy.
what is this?
i look like some hoochie to you? i found it on your floor.
quincy, i told you about these fat-ass girls.
i'm not playing with you, these girls are looking to get you caught. they see you, they see dollar signs.
you hearing me?
how was your game?
still the man.
where's your dad?
later when?
at one in the morning?
i came second to the nba. i'm not about to come second to this bullshit scouting job.
i'm just saying it'd be nice if you found time for your family. you should see the tramps coming after quincy. if you don't talk to him.
you said you'd think about going back to get your degree.
fine, then how many nights home is that?
how about now? i got a week yet?
you scared me.
i'm fine.
guess he talked to you.
whose truth are you talking about?
just. leave it alone.
quincy, please.
guess i should have been telling your father.
i hired somebody. how pathetic is that? after all his late nights and "meetings" and i still needed proof.
not great.
the doctor'll be back in a minute.
he tore his acl.
happy. and he won't want to see you.