Gridiron Gang Page #2
Why you keep lettin' him back in here?
Hey, hey, hey,
whyn't you stay outta this, boy.
- Stay outta this?
- That's right. She know why she got it.
- This my mother. This is my mother.
- Who you talking to?
Naw, Mama, I'm sick of it!
- You better calm him down.
- He come and go whenever he please,
take your money and disappear
till he need more? I'm tired of this lowlife!
- Stop!
- Get off, lowlife woman!
I'm tired of this...
Show me some respect, you little punk.
Don't hit my son! Are you crazy?
- You better show me my respect!
- Don't you put your hands on him!
Get off!
I told you, you hurt her again...
You ain't got the balls to shoot me, boy.
Just leave!
Oh, God, no. No, no. No, no, no, no. No.
No, baby. No. No.
He's dead.
Listen, Paul, we convince a kid to stop
gangbanging, all we do is create a void.
And unless we fill that void
with somethin' better, we're gonna lose 'em.
According to the teaching staff,
the kids here have trouble being punctual,
responding to authority, being a member
of a team, and accepting criticism.
What one activity can improve 'em
on all these areas?
- You wanna start a football team?
- Exactly.
Sean, look at them.
Our whole system's designed
to prevent them from making contact.
Our whole system right now is a joke.
Malcolm, you're not buying into this,
are you?
Seventy-five percent of our kids
end up back in jail.
Well, who are they gonna play against?
I'll find 'em high school teams to play.
Wait a minute,
you wanna take 'em out of the camp?
You really think you can trust these kids?
Not now, no.
But if they were a football team...
Oh, come on, Sean. It's impossible.
Then let's try the impossible,
because the possible just ain't workin'.
Paul, we've got to give these kids a target
and we've gotta fill that void.
You played football, didn't you?
Defensive end. Second Team All League.
All right, we'll give it a try.
But your neck is way out on this.
Mom, they have wheelchairs, ya know.
- I'm okay.
- Thank you.
Now, see, I've been tellin' you for years
you should coach.
I know. I know, Mom, but I just think
with you sick, maybe it's not a good time.
I completely agree.
Why should you do something you love
when you could be sittin' around
watchin' me fade away?
So, what kinda offense you gonna run?
I don't even know
Are you kiddin'?
Teenage boys'll kill to play football.
That's what everybody's afraid of.
Throw it in. Over here. Down low.
Hey, yo, fetch me that ball, man.
Yo, nigga, you deaf? I said gimme the ball.
What, you can't talk neither?
Yo, Junior.
Take that ball, dawg.
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