i don't know, who?
monix?
no, i can't. lynn closes her book, fidgety.
why are you here?
i mean, why are you here?
you're his favorite player.
i've already said everything i'm ever going to say to you.
no. monix walks more, until lynn speaks.
you're going to end up walking with a cane the rest of your life. you have to quit.
i don't know.  kill yourself, i guess.
you act like there's nothing else in the world besides basketball. if that's how you really feel, then go ahead and get it over with. i'm going to sleep.
no problem.
you want a favor?
oh, jesus christ monix. it's 4 a.m. lynn stares at him in disbelief. monix shrugs.
fine. monix nods, then makes a move toward the door.
no. you're not coming in. we'll do it in the yard.
looking good monix.
ms. quincy told me the tropics asked you to coach them.
stay still.
do you really hate basketball? or do you hate yourself?
well, for one, you cheated on me.
you don't wear the ring around your neck anymore. where is it?
monix, that was greatest moment of your career. and you look back on it like some kind of embarrassment.
you did more than ride the bench, monix.
every practice, you took your team to the limit. i know you did. i was the one draining this stupid knee of yours every night. the celtics were practicing against you, monix. and when you ran that scout team, you were running milwaukee's offense better than their first stringers ever could. lynn continues the business of disposing fluid into the toilet and preparing another syringe.
by game time, your team knew where milwaukee was going to be before their own players did. the celtics made the right adjustments to win that series. and those adjustments came from you.
dave cowens put that ring in the palm of your hand. and he told you to wear it with pride, because you were a champion. and he meant it too.
your whole life, you've bitched about people playing selfish. it takes a team to win, right?
but when you're on the team, your effort doesn't count? is that it?
answer me. would they have won?
yes you do. you know. monix looks away for a moment.
what's it matter? you're drinking yourself to death!
i made sacrifices! how many years did i support you? and finally, after all of our blood and sweat and bullshit together, you got there, monix! you made it, you won an nba championship ring. it wasn't just about you, okay? and i'm sick of you acting like you're some kind of joke. you didn't blow it. you're not a fraud. you're not a fake champion. and all the time we spent together, fighting for you to get to that moment, was not a waste! you're a champion, you asshole!
well, if it isn't the toast of flint michigan. shouldn't you be out signing autographs? monix doesn't speak.  he stares into her eyes for a moment.
what?
technically, we're still married right now, monix.
do i?
probably.
shit. i know you need me, monix. the question is, do i need you?
he's loyal.
he ain't stupid, if that's what you're trying to say.
don't fuck with him. it's just rude.
what do you think you're doing?
stop that.
ixne-on-the-erking off-je. monix finally notices his sex partner is having a conversation. he turns to see kyle.
what? monix stands up, wrapping a sheet around him.
not you, asshole. he was talking to me.
what the fuck are you doing?
i thought the deal was, you were going to sleep.
so, you're just going to sit here in my house and drink for the entire day?
yeah, i do. maybe you could put some pants on and go piss off somebody else.
tell me something, monix-
whatwereyou trying to accomplish thisyear?you never really gave a shitaboutthat nba merger, did you? monix doesn't say anything.
the merger, monix, did you ever care about it? monix still stays quiet.
tell me, if you didn't care about the merger, what the hell were you playing for!?
well, guess what! fourth place is still sitting there, waiting for you to win it! monix doesn't look at her.
think about it.
oh my god. everyone in the stadium watches as jackie lays out cold.
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and, well, everything in this movie is completely fake.
sorry, monix, i got pushed.
more on this amigo victory, right after this message from colt 45.
for who?
tell me: what the hell did you want to get traded back to flint for, of all places? please tell me this isn't about lynn.
oh yeah, baby, who wants to; love me sexy. baby, are you ready to; lick me sexy. jackie moon is a sight to see. his one-hit-wonder is ridiculous. but you have to admit it's catchy.
at ball girl, measuring thirty four, twenty two, thirty six, melin-
let's get tropical! reveal: an orange cone sits over a puddle on the court. as the tropics break the huddle, jackie talks to the overweight father pat the ref.
i've been telling you all season, we're about to make a run. flint michigan is destined for greatness. twiggy, enough with the bounce passes, let's show some zip. bee bee, try not to get fouled so much, free throws take too long. scootsie, what did i tell you about catching with two hands.? god gave you one hand for a reason: to look awesome. jackie points to the chalkboard. where one of his catchy slogans is spelled out.
one last thing: if you see a possum try and kill it. with that, jackie leaves. monix faces his team in silence.
well, i guess i'll be leaving then. monix walks away.  then turns back.
ice? awesome. love american style? turn it up.
what? are you kidding? try, like, every weekend. she's so hot.
see, the tv cameras are going to face this way, right? well, if we fill the seats on that side, we'll look sold out.
this guy's the next betsy ross! aren't you clarence? the guys laugh. monix walks up, defending his teammate.
what's your name?
fuck it. listen up, we're on national tv tonight. and you all know what that means: the league needs a good clean game.
not with the cameras. he's watching. monix looks around and thinks.
i would if i could, but if i give you another check, that would be two checks. that would be $20,000, not ten. what are you trying to pull here? i've got to take this other call dukes. bye!-- flint tropics hot line.  oh hey commish .
just the drinks and the smokes, alright?
do you have any idea where lynn is these days?
and that's the reason you won't coach them?
if you weren't on the celtics that year, would they have won it?
god, i wish i hated you as much as you hate yourself! lynn throws the needle. monix dodges it.
1 and 2 and 3 and 4 and turn like you mean it -- bee bee, arch that back. yes. now, the waterfall.  one by one, each dips down like a waterfall. and now a leg kick.
now big finish -- and freeze. and then we start the game after that.
unselfish means sprinting up the floor on every fast break not because you can get a dunk -- and get your dick sucked after the game -- but because if you sprint up the floor you might pull the defense out of position and free a teammate up for a high percentage shot.
and i want you to know, i just mailed out 562 corn dog coupons.
and i'd like to bring somebody special in.  dukes! dukes walks in. he is still shirtless. jackie hands him a duffel bag.
it's true, i'm a famous singer. and i've landed the hottest wife in the world. but, to be honest, we usually only sleep together once a year. on vj day.
nice work, jackie.
it's either that, or we play with a monkey.
yes. still undetected, kyle settles in to watch the show, still wearing his monix jersey. lynn finally looks over and spots kyle. we can't be sure, but his hand might be in his pants. lynn can't believe her eyes.
where are my pants?
look, i tried to pretend like it didn't matter to me if we made it to fourth or not. monix turns inward, speaking with an emotion that is pure.
and i think you do too. i think you can taste it. because we earned this. we made this happen. and we're four quarters away from making our dreams come true.
i want you to remember something. i want you to remember what this feels like, to be here in this locker room together, one last time, shoulder to shoulder with these men. because we are not ourselves tonight. we are one. this is what i love.
let's play basketball.
i'm sorry i stole your song.
can you make time go backwards?