Meet the Browns Page #3
concentrate on them books
and... and playing ball.
I'm gonna make it work.
Are you sure?
Hey.
know how to do...
that's make it. Hmm?
- Yo, what's up, Mike?
- Hey, what's up, Cal?
Chilling.
Good game tonight though.
Thanks. Nice whip, man.
I appreciate it, man.
I just bought this.
It's my baby.
How you doing, Miss Brown?
- Hey.
- Hey, we're going to kick it tonight,
celebrate a little bit.
You want to roll with us?
No, man. I've gotta walk
my mom and my sisters home.
I can give y'all a ride.
You want a ride?
- No.
- Okay.
- Hey, Cal.
- Yes, ma'am?
- Who's car is that?
- It's mine. I just bought this.
Calvin, where you working?
Hmm? Huh?
You know your mama'd turn over
in her grave if she knew, don't you?
All right all right,
I'll holler, man.
- All right, man. You be easy.
- Come on, Ma.
Bye, Miss Brown.
I don't want you hanging with them boys.
I don't even want you talking to 'em.
But, Ma, you know me and Calvin
been hanging since the third grade.
Yeah, well, he done changed.
and I don't want you
with him, all right?
- But, Ma, Calvin's cool.
- Look, do you think I'm crazy?
- Huh? Do you?
- No.
Now I know them boys
is in the dope game.
I don't want you with them.
Do you hear me?
- Do you?
- Yes, ma'am.
All right.
Come on, y'all.
Come on.
- Hey. Mike?
- Yeah.
I'm Harry Belton. Your coach wanted me
to fly up here and see you play.
You're pretty good.
You've got a lot of potential.
Potential?
That's what you call it?
Who is this?
Who are you?
I'm Harry. Mike's coach wanted me
to see your brother play.
We run a camp in the summer
for high-school players.
Are your parents around? I'd like
to talk to them about Mike attending.
- I'm his mama.
- Nice try though.
Oh. Uh, Mrs. Brown...
- Miss.
- Miss Brown,
can I take you to lunch
so we can talk about Mike?
What? No. Look, mister,
I don't know where you're from,
but what his coach
should've told you
is that I don't want Mike to even
think about basketball until after
he gets into college, which, judging by
his grades, might not even happen.
I agree. Grades are important,
especially the way Mike plays.
Whoa whoa, what's that
supposed to mean?
It means you're talented,
but talent's not enough.
You need the right attitude
plus skill.
Look, man.
Hold on, I got skills.
Watch your mouth.
You know what?
you over here by yourself
is 'cause he knows
he don't do nothing
but tell these boys in this neighborhood
that they can make it to the pros.
And when they end up
they walk around here
mad at the world.
That ain't happening
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