Ricochet

[suspenseful music]

[gunshot]

Copyright:
2004

Home Box Office, Inc.

(Odessa)

There ain't

no competition, no comp.

Yeah?

Come on with it.

Come on with it.

I'm with you.

What's up?

Come here, man.

Come on.

(Nick)

What's up with that, RC?

(Odessa)

PK, you're too slow.

[grunts]

(Nick)

Play fair, man.

Pretty sure

that's a foul, RC.

Yo, PK,

watch it.

Where you at,

PK?

I'm here.

I need

competition.

Competition's here.

Take the ball out

with that weak sh*t.

[grunts in pain]

You all right, Nick?

Yeah, I'm all right.

(Odessa)

Get up, man.

You can't hang

with us, boy.

(Nick)

Look up. Look up.

In your face,

fool.

Time out.

Time out. Time out.

We're ready.

Come on, man.

Time out!

You all right?

I'm having fun.

This is bullshit,

Nick.

Don't worry

about it.

Look, just stop playing

like a white boy.

White boy, yeah.

(Odessa)

You're getting soft.

You wanna pray?

You good at that.

Our ball.

You ready? Check.

Right here, baby.

All right, let's go.

I'm taking you

to the hole.

That mark's

got your name on it.

Where you at?

(Odessa)

Yo, cover him, RC.

Switch.

Nick.

(Odessa)

That was your man, RC.

Take it, Nick.

Take him.

[ball thumping]

Come on.

(Larry)

I got the man.

(Odessa)

Oh, man.

(Larry)

Yo, ball.

Oh.

(Larry)

Go, Nick.

(women)

Whoo!

(Odessa)

Man, I quit.

Whoo!

Yeah.

[sighs]

Nice comeback, PK.

Comeback?

I never left,

my man.

You'd better

hold onto that,

'cause you ain't gonna see

too many dead presidents

in that old bullshit job

you got.

Ah.

I'll go get

the car.

We don't want to be late

for our bullshit jobs.

Excuse me.

[chuckles softly]

See ya.

[chatter over radio]

(Nick)

Got a new car, Odessa?

It's new

to me, man.

Uh-huh.

Trouble

with the ignition, huh?

Only trouble is,

you know,

I turn on

so many ladies,

I ain't got nothing left

for my wheels.

You know

what I'm saying?

Yeah, so we gonna play

next week?

I don't think so, O.

I think

our playing days are over.

Just on the asphalt,

homeboy.

Just on the asphalt.

How you doing?

Fine.

So you bought these

in the dark?

Huh?

Your shoes.

But these

are classics, baby.

These are great.

They're classics,

like Moby Dick.

Oh, you saw that?

Yeah, I know it.

I wrote a thesis on it;

I got an A.

I'm impressed.

Well, I don't want

to brag, or anything, but--

So you're

an English major?

Oh, no,

law school, actually,

UCLA.

[horn honks]

Come on.

Gotta go already?

Yeah.

Well, let me help you

there.

I'll give you

a hand.

So you go to USC,

huh?

Mm-hmm.

That's great.

It's a great school.

I love their mascot too,

the Trojan.

You know, it's too bad

you want to be a lawyer.

Why is that?

Well, because

we need more lawyers

like we need more

big, white Moby D*cks.

Ouch; actually,

I was going to become

the first black president,

that is if Jesse Jackson

doesn't beat me

to the punch.

Only thing I'm missing

is a first lady,

and I'll be giving interviews

Saturday 8:
00

if you're interested.

(woman)

Come on, girl.

Sorry, I'm busy.

You're b--

you're not busy.

I am busy.

Doing what?

I got a better offer

to be the Queen

of Sheba.

Oh, the Queen

of Sheba?

That's right.

Ow, wow, well, look,

every queen needs a king, right?

Yeah.

So maybe I can help you

try on your crown or something.

[siren blares]

Yeah, thanks, Larry.

You're a cop?

Yeah, yeah.

And as a matter

of fact,

as I see here,

you're parked illegally.

Oh, yeah, yeah,

guess I'm just going to have

to give you

a ticket here.

Now, if you'd like

to get this fixed,

I'm available for being

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