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NARRATOR: Deep in the concretecanyons of Harlem, New York

stands a basketball court

where the legends of the game are born.

Rucker Park.

Between the lines of this battleground,

a great many tales of warriorshave come and gone.

But there was one player

whose talent soared far above the rest.

His name, Uncle Drew.

-So good.-Incredible.

Like, scary good.

-Dominating.-Dangerous.

-Best of the best.-Bananas.

I mean, you knew he justbrought things to the game

that the gamehad never seen before.

Changed the faceof basketball.

Drew been dangeroussince birth.

My pops played him one-on-onein the seventh grade.

He broke my pop's ankle.

-(BONES CRACK)-(MAN GROANS)

True story.Gym teacher gave him a "D."

You know,he'll show you one trick,

then beat youwith another trick.

Shakin' people's sneakers off.They fallin' out the trees.

(SPEAKS FOREIGN LANGUAGE)

(IN ENGLISH) He was a bad man.

He went to one endof the court,

shot the lights out,

went to the other endof the court,

shot it back on again.

Man, he was good enoughto be the logo.

INTERVIEWER: Wait, I thought you were the NBA logo.

It's actually Uncle Drew.They just shaved his afro off.

(ELECTRIC RAZOR WHIRRING)

One time,he took on "The Destroyer"

and beat him only with his left hand.

And then, hold on.Wait for it.

With his right hand, he was eating a ham sandwich.

Was there anyone out therebetter than Uncle Drew?

NARRATOR: With word of Sandwichgate

and Black Ankle Sunday both spreading like wildfire,

Uncle Drew and his childhood friends

shot to the top of the first Rucker Classic in '68.

But it was not long before it all came crashing down.

It had to be something

concerning him and a female.We knew that.

Uncle Drew and the ladies?(CHUCKLES) Yeah.

Man, the rumor wasDrew slept with

one of his teammate's girlthe night before the finals.

And when it came timeto play in the finals,

they were all a complete and total no-show.

And after thathe just disappeared.

NARRATOR: Despite the mysterious disappearance

of its greatest player,

the fabled park is still the epicenter

of the streetball universe.

The question is, will this year's Rucker Classic

see the birth of a new playground legend?

(RAP MUSIC PLAYING)

(PLAYERS SHOUTING)

(BLOWS WHISTLE)

Give me that.

-CASPER: Yo, what's up?-What was that?

Hey, what's the problem, man?Mario was open.

Maybe Mario was open,

maybe he wasn't.But you know what

-the problem with that is?-Huh?

Mario. Hey,I don't know what you doin'...

-Close your ears!-Mmm-hmm.

Mario is terrible.Okay? Look at him.

I just told a grown manto cover his ears,

-and that's what he just did.-Coach, what are you saying?

Grab the ball, Casper.

You are my Beyonce. Okay?

Beyonce?

Not Dantay, not White Dantay,not Regular Jeff,

not Little Melvin, not LittleMelvin's stunt double.

Okay, they're justDestiny's Children.

You are the star.You are my Queen B.

-All right.-Let's make Lemonade, man.

Score the rock.

All right, now look here,everybody.

I'mma say this once.Nobody else shoot the ball.

-Just Casper. Let's go.-(BLOWS WHISTLE)

-(BALL BOUNCING)-(PLAYERS SHOUTING)

Dax Winslow. Sal Masekela, Slam Magazine.

-(LAUGHS) Slam Magazine, huh?-Yes, sir.

You mind if I geta couple of sound bites?

Do I mind? No, you shouldabeen talking to me.

-(BOTH LAUGH)-Um...

How does a guywho works at Foot Locker

get a beast like Casper Jones

to play for himin Rucker Park?

(LAUGHS) Game recognize game.He's the best player.

I'm the best coach.

We gonna take it all.

I'm telling you,this dude is amazing, man.

Put me and Casperon the cover.

SAL: (EXCLAIMS)

-You know who that is, right?-DAX: Know who who is?

-Who Mookie Bass is.-(SIGHS)

SAL: A.k.a. thatMacklemore-lookin' dude

that's makin' eyesat your meal ticket, man.

The hell is he doing here?

-Hey, what's up, Dix?-(FRIENDS LAUGHING)

First of all,you know my name is Dax.

A "bag of Dax"don't make no sense.

(SNIFFS) What is that?What's that smell?

Is that a grudge?

Are you still holdin' a grudge'cause I blocked your shot?

I have no recollection

or even knowwhat you even talkin' about.

Okay, let me refreshyour memory, then.

You're about to hita three-pointer.

Outta nowhere,a little white boy comes up...

Bam! Blocked that shot,I think, with my armpit.

Well, but I do remember,there was that Spalding...

You didn't even jumpthat high. So like nipple...

It was high enoughthat I could see

your face like this.You were like...

Okay, stop! That's not...I didn't do that.

What are you doin'? Stop.

-(ALL LAUGHING)-(BLOWS WHISTLE)

Casper, take it from the top.Do something, y'all.

Defense, Dantays,figure it out.

Casper Jones, huh?

Could you just literallygive me some space, man?

Yo, you seen this tat though,right here?

That's the one where I blockedyour shot and won the game.

And then these are the onlyones that really matter.

Bam! Seven of nineRucker Championships.

But don't you worry, Dix.

I got plenty of lengthon my Dax for the next one.

I don't care. I don't wannahear about your man junk.

Is there a point to all this?

Yeah, I guess my point is,

when you havea history of winning

as many titles as I do,

cats like Casper Jones,

they have a wayof gravitating towards you.

(PLAYERS SHOUTING)

So I'll see youwhen I see you, Dix.

(BLOWS WHISTLE)

Hey, Casper. Hey, man,let me talk to you real quick.

-What's up, coach?-We good, right?

You know what I mean?Me and you.

-Yeah, we all right.-Do you need anything?

You know what'd be dope?The new Space Jams.

They are amazing. They prettyexpensive, like $225.

-Straight fire, though.-They fire.

But you know what?(BLOWS RASPBERRY)

I just thought about it.

I sold the last pairthis morning.

(GROANS)

The good news is,in another week and a half,

we get new stock,and I got a pair just for you.

-Okay. I like that.-Yeah. You like that?

Yeah, yeah, we all right.

I got you, brother.So it's me and you, we good?

-Yeah, we rollin'.-You with me.

-I'm with you, dog.-Forever.

-Forever.-Dax and Casper.

-Yeah, you my bro.-All right, man. I love you.

-Love you, too, man.-We good, right?

-Yeah, no doubt. All right.-(LAUGHS NERVOUSLY)

Cool.

WOMAN: Don't worry, Dax.

Don't worry, Dax. We'll find you a family.

-Yes.-All right!

WOMAN: We'll find you a family.

-MAN: Yes!-(CROWD CHEERING ON TV)

Yes! Yes!

ANNOUNCER: (ON TV) Oh! What a move by Jordan!

Jordan with the moves!

Man, what an inspiration!

Just listen to the crowd! They love him!

They love him!

They love him! They love him!

Yes!

Yo, can we run with you?

YOUNG DAX: Yes, yes.

(BOYS CHATTERING)

(ALL CHEERING)

(CROWD GROANS)

-No!-(ALL SHOUT IN ANNOYANCE)

MAN 1: You need to beon the bench!

MAN 2: He's worthless!WOMAN: You suck, Dax!

MAN 3: You need new glasses!MAN 4: He's the worst!

MAN 5: You suck!

Dax, that was unbearable!

ANNOUNCER: Dream sequence...

(GASPING)

Boy, you better than cable.

Look, you wouldn't evenunderstand, okay?

It's terrible.

Dreamin' about thatlittle white boy

slappin' that ballout your hand?

-Now, how do I look?-You look expensive.

Man, you know I can't affordGucci on my salary.

Which is why when youand Casper win the Rucker

and the $100,000 checkthat come with it,

we'll be just fine.

Baby, I thought that 100K,

we was gonna useto start a family.

(EXCLAIMS) I want a Tesla.

I would lookso cute in a Tesla.

And I'd have the little screenon the side

and then I could be like,"Boop, boop, boop, boop!"

And all my homegirlsgonna be like,

"Look at Jess killin' 'emin a Tesla."

(CHUCKLES) Well, I mean,this sounds like

a beautiful, beautiful dreamand everything,

but I didn't hearmy name one time.

You didn't say, "Oh, Dax wasin the Tesla with me."

Baby, you gonna be there, too.

It's gonna be me and you,

and we just gonna beone big happy family.

I love that.

Well, don't let the ghostof white boy past

scare youout of gettin' this money.

You win this game,and you win this money,

and bring it back home.

-I'm motivated, baby!-Whoo!

(GROWLING)

Bam! That's right. These shoesright here are classic.

I wore these shoeslast night, little man,

and I had a quadruple-double.

-Look.-That's right.

I didn't want to say this,but he isn't even that good.

(WHISPERS) Why would you saythat about your baby?

Are you a stepmotheror something?

-You the real mother?-Yeah.

You shouldn't...

Oh, you know something?

Matter of fact, Larry,help her out.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

-Hey, baby.-Oh! Hey, girl!

I thought we weregoin' to lunch today.

You right.We supposed to have lunch.

Yeah, I'm very hungry.

I been shoppin' all day.Look it. (LAUGHS)

I know. Look, do me a favor,babe. Just give me a second.

Just go look at some shoesor something.

Do they got them new RiRis?

RiRis, BeeBees, whoeveryou need, it's over there.

Do they got 'em? Because,you know, I do not wanna

be shoppin' unless I canget them new RiRis.

(BOTH SCREAM)

'Cause she a savage, too.

You a savage and you fine.

-I'm fine?-Yeah.

Well, boy, you better shut up.

Over there,look at those RiRis,

you know what I mean?I see you, boo.

-She ready. Yeah!-She ready.

(CHUCKLES)

JESS: Oh. Do you seethe RiRis over here?

Yo, my main man, Casper.What up, brother?

What up, Dax?How you doin', man?

The myth, the legendin the makin'.

Hold that thought.

Man, I'm confused. I thoughtthese were out of stock.

Bruh, the truckcame this morning

and dropped offa new stock of shoes.

I was gonna call you.

So you gonnahook us up, then?

Oh, so you want meto get shoes for everybody.

Everybody.

This dude, and this guy...

If you can't do it,I got plenty of people that...

I got you.I'mma take care of you,

and your whole squad.

Yeah, okay.Yeah, that's a lot better.

DAX: Taxes included.

After I put inmy employee discount,

which will probablyget me fired...

The total is $833.50.

Everybody, it's on Dax.

It's on... It's on Dax.Shoes for all y'all.

Oh, hey, Casper.

Oh, hey, baby, how you doin'?

Good, how you doin'? (LAUGHS)

Oh, baby, that's ourmeal ticket right there.

Oh, my goodness.

Let me show youwhat I found on Zillow.

I found a really cutebrownstone.

Two bedroom,hardwood floors...

AUTOMATED VOICE: Transaction denied.

(SIGHS) Damn it!

-Excuse me, what's goin' on?-Damn what?

DAX: Marty,don't worry about it.

Aw, hell no.

If the moneyfor these shoes

that just magicallyflew out of here

don't come up in 60 seconds,

you and Miss Belly Outgoin' to jail.

What the hellyou talkin' about?

First off, I didn't donothin' wrong,

so I ain't goin' to jail.

But thank you for noticin'that my belly's out.

Come here, come here,come here.

What?

(DAX SIGHS)

That kidthat just left here...

Mmm-hmm?

He's gonna changeour lives forever.

50 percent.

I mean, at the most,I could do 49 percent.

MARTY: You got 30 seconds,brother!

All right, 50 percent.

Cool! (LAUGHING)

It's nice doin' businesswith you, boo.

50 percent.I'm gettin' 50 percent.

Marty, did you hear that?50 percent.

(PLAYERS SHOUTING)

Yo, yo, yo, yo!

(BLOWING WHISTLE)

Look at this, man.Fresh off the presses, y'all.

Harlem Money, you see that?

Come on, y'all, look!

Go grab your jersey, come on.

MOOKIE: I didn't know you gotmoney for second place.

Hey, man, what the hellyou doin' here?

Why don't you enlightenthis fool, C-Dawg?

-C-Dawg?-I'm C-Dawg now.

New team, new nickname.

-Wait, what?-Wait, what?

That's what I said to him.I was like,

"C-Dawg, don't youwanna be coached

by a dudewho looks like an M&M?

What about a dude who looksstraight up like a basketball?

-(PLAYERS LAUGHING)-Like a Syracuse Orange man."

(LAUGHING)

I've spent my life savings

just to getin this tournament.

I gotta give my girlfriendhalf the winnings

or she's gonna leave me.

I took three buses and a trainjust to pick up those jerseys.

Those Jordans, man! You knowhow much that cost me?

Yo, by the way,thank you for the kicks.

They are mad expensive.

There was no wayI was gonna buy 'em.

All right, boys, let's roll.(BLOWS WHISTLE)

DAX: Come back here!

Dantay! Other Dantay!

-Casper, take off those shoes.-I'mma hold these.

DAX: You hear me, Casper?

Take off those shoes!

And comin' in at number one

on SportsCenter's "Not Top Ten" list...

With the Rucker 50 right around the corner,

we have a meltdown from New York City.

I'm told the man you see here is a coach named Dax Winslow.

And, Dax, the good news is

you're on SportsCenter. The bad news is...

JESS: Dax!

What's up, girl?What'd I do wrong now?

VAN PELT: (ON TV) I have so many questions.

You're rolling around on the ground,

trying to take somebody's sneakers

off their sweaty feet?

Is this your team? Are these even your players?

Come on, man!

Dax, this is Rucker, man. Have some respect.

Damn you, Scott Van Pelt!

Give me the shoe, Casper! Right now!

VAN PELT: ...flopping around on the ground like fish.

Everything gonna beall right, okay?

I'mma figure something out.

I can't do this anymore.

Excuse me?

Do you thinkthat I'm countin' on you?

'Cause I'm not.No, I was counting on Casper.

And you lost him.You can't even do that right.

Go in there,pack your stuff up, and leave.

You can't just kick meout our house.

This is my apartment.

Do you even rememberthe last time you paid rent?

Okay, every Taco Tuesday,who buy the $2 tacos?

Don't nobody careabout no damn tacos!

Okay, I paid the water bill

-that one time.-Get out my house!

Jess, I ain't got nowhereto go. You know?

I didn't have no family.And then I met you.

And you took me in.And you changed my life.

Baby, we in this together.You're my everything.

Please, just let me stay hereand figure things out.

(HIP-HOP MUSIC PLAYING)

Hey! Don't leavewith my bag, fool.

Where I'm supposedto put my stuff?

Leave with what you came with!

Fine, I'll give you backyour stupid, fake bag.

It's not stupid, you stupid.

My bag is smarter than you!

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Give my shoes back! (LAUGHS)

(LAUGHS)

VAN PELT: (ON TV) This is Rucker, man.

You're supposed to have some respect.

You're rolling around on the ground...

trying to take somebody's sneakers

off their sweaty feet?

I know y'all think this is allfun and games and stuff.

But I used everything I goton this tournament.

Did you get a receipt? Huh?

No, man,the money's non-refundable.

That's cold.

This a perfect opportunityfor Dax to meet Uncle Drew!

(ALL GROAN)

Don't start that in here withthe old and the Uncle Drews.

You're trying to throwa toothpick in a lumberyard.

The man is the greatestblacktop player

I ever seen in my life.

He's real.I've seen that boy put up

40 pointsagainst The Destroyers.

Using just his left handand his chin.

His other hand,he had a ham sandwich

with extra cheese on it.

And mayo. He likes mayonnaise.

Okay, come on, man,

that's just liketalking about Bigfoot.

Bigfoot. You can't compareBigfoot to Uncle Drew.

Son of a bitchused to date my sister.

He used to date my sisterand my mother.

He actually hit

-my eighth grade teacher.-Ooh!

Ain't none of my business whatthat man does in his bedtime.

I know he had a foot fetish.

All right. The '60s wasa wild time. Okay? So what?

(EXCLAIMS)

Remember them Buicks?

Everybody had themdamn Buicks.

You'd ride around,had them big old back seat.

You can't move your hips.

But you can stillmove your lips.

Hey, I ain't gonnago no further.

All you need is some Viagra,and some dress socks.

ANGELO: Ain't have no damnViagra back then!

You had to get two ice-creamsticks and a rubber band

to make the stuffstand up like that.

I don't have time for this,man. I gotta go.

Hey, whoa, whoa. Hold on, Dax,

hold on. Now, look.

You need to go hollerat Uncle Drew. Okay?

He's a Zen masterof basketball.

But you gotta believe.

Hey, look. Maybe he was good.

But you think this old mancan still ball? Come on, bruh.

I'm good, man. I gotta findsome players, man.

You'll be sorry, Dax.Don't do that to yourself.

Get with Drew! Get with Drew!

(RAP MUSIC PLAYING)

(INAUDIBLE)

(MUSIC CONTINUES PLAYING)

Welcome to the jungle, baby.

Get out of here. Go corner,corner, corner! Corner!

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Over here, over here,hold on, son!

OLD MAN:See, that right there,

that's the problemwith your generation.

Million dollar moveand a five cent finish.

J: You haven't madea shot yet.

Come on!

-I was open.-I had to shoot it, man,

I've taken out trash thatdon't stink as bad as that.

(CHUCKLES)

Dr. Naismith would berolling in his grave

if he knew what these bumsis up to out here.

You talk a lot of smackfor a geriatric.

It's a shame you can'tback any of it up.

(SIGHS) And who's to sayI can't?

(DAX CHUCKLES)

All right, then,what's the bet?

If you win...

I'll leave the parkand I'll never come back.

J: Good.BALLER: Real good.

But if I win,you and your crew

start playing the game the wayit's meant to be played.

Oh, how's that?On a peach basket?

(PLAYERS LAUGHING)

It's like a perfectlyorchestrated symphony.

-J: What?-(GROANS)

Not any instrument ismore important than another.

And what's in it for you?

Love, youngblood. Only love.

What is this dudetalking about?

What the helldoes that even mean?

-(PLAYERS LAUGHING)-What are you talking about?

Hold my nuts.

-(CROWD LAUGHING)-J: Hold your nuts?

BALLER: Hey, J! Look atthis dude out here.

Everybody off the court.

Get off the court, man. Getyour big behind off the court.

Hey, man.Give him the business.

(GROANS)

Ball up.

Hey, young fella,you better watch that.

Aren't you gonnaget in your stance?

I am in my stance.

(ALL CHEERING)

J: Don't worry, grandpa.

Gonna have you homein plenty of time for NCIS.

OLD MAN: Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Hey. For the showI know though,

even a bum ain't as brokeas your jump shot.

-Give it to him, J.-Prove it.

You wanna see it rain?

Let it rain.

J: Raindrops. 2-0.

(PLAYERS LAUGHING)

Next basket wins it.

It's getting to be aboutthat time, ain't it?

(GROANS)

Yeah, give it to him.

This game is over.

-(BOTH GRUNT)-(CROWD GASPS)

It's time for you to changeyour PIN number.

'Cause you just got robbed.

(CROWD EXCLAIMS)

-OLD MAN: Come on back.-J, come on, son!

OLD MAN: You want meto tell you your first mistake

or your second?

What's the matter,you forgot the score?

One. You got too cocky.

There's a fine line between

confidence and arrogance,youngblood.

Come on back. Come on back.

And then, two, you'regiving up your lead hip.

You might as wellunlock the door

and have your wife show mewhere the china is.

I wouldn't do that eitherif I was you.

BALLER: Come on, J! No, no!

-(CROWD GROANS)-(CHUCKLES)

He cookin' your boy.

Man, you need to go back thereand play with them kids, man.

I get buckets.

Shut up, old man.

Go on, youngblood.

Check ball.

This game is all mental.All mental.

(CROWD EXCLAIMS)

Hand down, man down.

-Anybody got a GPS?-BALLER: Come on, J!

You know, gonna need a wholenew zip code on that one.

(LAUGHS)

Game point, youngblood.

Whatever.

You ready?

Yo, I'll give you that.

BALLER: Nah.Nah, don't give him that.

You still don't believe,do you?

BALLER: Get your hand up!

No, don't give it to him.Don't...

(CROWD EXCLAIMS)

MAN 1: Don't do him like that,Uncle Drew!

Youngblood.

Good game.

MAN 2: Who is that dude?

Hey! Hey! Hey!

(CHUCKLES) Oh...

Oh, my God, man.

That was a pretty amazingshow you put on back there.

It was one ofthe greatest things

I've ever seen, honestly.

How're you doing?M-my name is Dax.

I'm not interested.

I haven't even told youwhat I'm trying to do.

Okay, okay.

You can't believesomeone that looks like me

can play like Jordan,Magic, or Bird.

You wantto take advantage of that.

See if you can cash insomehow. I know your MO.

What? No, no.You got me all wrong, man.

Look, I just wantto talk to you

about the Rucker, you know?

The Rucker?

You don't know nothing aboutno real Rucker, youngblood.

Exactly. You right.I don't know anything

about the Rucker.A lot of us don't.

But someone like youcould help us, man.

We could combinethe old school

with the new school, right?

Like a old school,new school remix.

Where you can educateall the youngbloods

who are lostin their way, right?

And show 'em whatthey're really doing wrong.

You can do that.

Is a lot of lost youngbloodsout there, huh?

It is so many lost youngbloodsout here, it is ridiculous.

If I could help them, I would,

but I don't know,because I'm lost, too.

Okay? And that's whywe need you.

Look, look, look.Perfect example.

This is, this is who you are.

You a lonely lighthousein a sea of fog.

I actually kind of like that.

-I like that.-That's good, ain't it?

Yeah, yeah, that's good,that's good.

That's what I'm telling you.

You are comingto the rescue, man.

You get a chance to teach thisin front of a bigger audience.

At the Rucker.(WHISPERS) The Rucker.

Rucker.

The Rucker would be nice.

I'll tell you what.I'll do it on one condition.

Yes!

Anything you want. I don'tcare what it is. I got you.

It's gotta be my team.

My boys.

Okay. Anything but that.

No. Because it's my team.

Yeah, I guess we done here.

Dax whatever... (MUTTERS)

Okay, okay, okay.

I'm in, okay? My team.Your roster.

It's my team, my roster.

Look, where you goin'?

It's a long driveto Chocolate City.

Wait, Chocolate City?What's in D.C.?

Preacher. He's the best powerforward I ever played with.

I mean, you don't knowno local power forward?

Somebody that stayin the neighborhood?

Here she is. Yeah.

You know,so if Billy Dee Willams

and Diana Rosshad a love child,

it would've definitelybeen inside this van.

Go on and look way back there.

Go ahead. Take a look.Take a look way back there.

That right thereis the boom boom room.

Boom boom roomcome with one rule.

No shoesin the boom boom room.

So, I could wear shoes

throughout the restof the part of this van,

but if I goa couple feet back,

I gotta take my shoes off?

Why do I gotta takemy shoes off back there?

And I can leave my shoes on,like right here?

It's the same space.

Well, it's the living room,

and then it goesto the boom boom room.

See, that don't even makesense because it's a van.

Everything is rightnext to each other.

Let's go overthe rest of the rules.

No, but I'm sayingthat don't...

Hey, don't beslamming my door.

-Oh, I'm sorry about that.-(GRUNTS)

Hey, man,you just did the same...

Now, let's go over the rules.

One. I'm the pilot.Means I steer the ship.

Two. I'm the weatherman.I control the heat.

Did you just say heat?

I don't know if you know.

It's the middle of summer,so maybe you should...

Three. Don't be questioningone and two.

Can't help it if I'm runninga little cold these days.

Four, I'm the DJ, which meansI control the music.

-(ENGINE STARTS)-Whoo!

DAX: What's that?Is that a Game Boy?

-Electronic book?-Mmm-hmm.

-You gonna see.-(FUNK MUSIC PLAYING)

Oh, yeah! You hear that?You hear that?

-That's a eight track?-You hear that?

(SINGING ALONG) Come on, come on take a ride

That ain't no jive

Can't we just goto Chocolate City?

Don't even have to drive

Can you at least turn downthe heat?

Slippity-slide

My glasses are sweating.

Just sail on

That's what I doJust sail on, that's what I do

How you dancing like thatin a jogging suit?

Are you not hot?

(HUMMING)

I'm really creeped out.

Gotta get the boys.

I gotta turn up the heata little bit though. Yeah.

DAX: Please don'tturn the heat up!

(MUSIC CONTINUES PLAYING)

DAX: We've been listeningto this song

since this morning.It is nighttime!

-(R&B MUSIC PLAYING)-Oh, yeah.

-Mmm.-Ooh! (LAUGHS)

What you knowabout this, Drew?

I thought this was gonna bea boring road trip.

You got the classics playing,man!

What you know aboutthe classics, youngblood?

I know a lot, man.

How did you get Biggie Smallson a eight track?

That's crazy, man!Junior M.A.F.I.A.!

Junior what?

You know what I said.You know who they are.

(RAPPING) To all my ladies in the place

With style and grace, allow me to...

-Okay. Okay.-(TURNS OFF)

New rule, youngblood.

None of thisrappity-hippity-hop nonsense.

You understand?

What you meanrappity-hippity-hop?

That's not what it's called.It's called hip-hop.

My car, my version.

Talking about styling.What is that?

First of all, I can tellyou don't have style.

'Cause you alwaysgot on jogging suits.

Talkin' from the hustlerwith the fake chains.

These are real.I got these for my birthday,

-so go about your business.-Yeah, right. Those cost...

-Three checks!-Those cost

-fifty cent a piece.-Three checks!

My teeth cost more than that.

This is real music.Now listen to the words.

MAN: (SINGING) At least as far as I can see

UNCLE DREW: Oh, yeah.

(SINGING ALONG) Can see, I want to keep you here

Laying next to me

That's what I tell my girlsin the boom boom room.

Love between the sheets

Ooh, this is my favorite part.Go ahead.

-My baby, ooh-Okay. I'm sorry.

-Baby, baby, my love-I'm sorry.

Stop sing...You're ruining it!

First off. Watch your tone.

Look, here we go. Just listento it. Give it a try.

(BIG POPPA PLAYINGON CELL PHONE)

Come on.

You see how quick I did that?I just pushed play.

I ain't have to take outan Atari cartridge

-and stuff it in the radio.-Okay, okay. Pause, pause.

-How do you pause it?-(MUSIC STOPS)

Okay, youngblood.

There ain't gonna benone of that nonsense

here in my car right now.

You gonna call this nonsense.

This is one of the greatestMCs of all time.

Yeah, what aboutthe Isley Brothers?

I don't know too muchof their history,

-but I'll Google it later.-What is Google?

(HIP-HOP MUSIC PLAYING)

DAX: Hey, man,is this a church?

UNCLE DREW:Heck else it's gonna be?

Did we road tripall the way out here

to pick up an actual preacher?

You got a problem with that?

No, I don't have a problemwith it, man.

But I thought it was,like, a nickname,

like "Hot Sauce" or"Crazy Legs" or "The Glove."

(CHURCH ORGAN PLAYING)

PREACHER: Amen. Amen, Amen.

We're gathered heretoday to bear witness

(SING-SONGY)to the anointing... Ha!

The christening... Ha!

The blessing... Ha!

Of this young rookie soul.

And it is with the purityof heart we pray

that he will one day grow

to drive the paint...

Why is he holding himlike that?

...crash the boardsof moral righteousness.

No, no, please, no.

My man Kevin Durant started

a new beginningin Golden State.

You preach, Preacher.

He's gonna dunk a baby.

(SINGING) One for the money

Two for the show

Three to get ready

(PREACHER VOCALIZING)

Whoa, whoa, wait, wait!

Hey! Man! What are you doingwith that baby, man?

You can't baptize a baby.You cannot do that.

-You cannot...-Hey, Dax.

-Dax, sit down.-Drew, let me go. I got this!

That is a baby, okay?

You christen a baby, right?You hold the baby, right?

Maybe splash a little wateron his face.

He gonna cry a little bitbut no big deal.

You don't dunk a babyin a baptismal pool.

What type of parentsare y'all to let this

really large manpick your baby up?

He did it like this.

He put your babybehind his back.

You gonna let this manSteph Curry your baby?

That's insane!

Uh, maybe the midget's right.

Yeah. Can we haveour baby back?

Is there somethingI can help you with, son?

Dax. Give it a break.

-No!-Sit down!

I'm not sitting down, Drew!I'm taking a stand.

-All right.-Thank you.

All right, I warned you.

Where you from, son?

I'll tell you where I'm from.I'm from New York City, okay?

Look here, Tiny Tim.

Took me almost an hourto fill up that pool.

Somebody's getting baptized,you understand?

Dunk this potbelly Teletubby!

You can't talk to melike that.

Y'all wanna baptize him?

-ALL: Yeah!-What?

Bring him on up.

Dunk him like a fat donut.

-Dunk him, Preacher.-What are you doing, man?

-That my boy, Drew.-Mmm-hmm.

Drew, you gotta make himtake one for the team.

For the team!

No, no, no.

Gonna have to take onefor the team. Oh, yeah.

What you mean,"Take one for the team"?

(PREACHER VOCALIZING)

Drew,

just like back in the daywhen we used to hoop,

you could still throwthe alley-oop.

Thank you for throwing methis lost soul.

-(CONGREGATION SHOUTING)-(YELLING)

-(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)-(ALL CHEERING)

(CONTINUES YELLING)

(BALL BOUNCING)

One last run at the Rucker?

Hmm.

50th anniversary.

You know this is more thana 50th anniversary.

This here,divine intervention.

I wouldn't call it all that.

I'm gonna have to run itby Betty Lou though.

Run what by Betty Lou?

Drew's putting the squad

-back together.-Yep.

You forget what happenedto you, Preacher,

when you getbetween them lines?

No, no, no.I just ain't laced 'em up

in a while, that's all.

And there isa reason for that.

Quick question.

What exactly is "a while"?

I mean, is that likea few weeks or...

30.

-35 years. Still nice, though.-35 years.

Wait, 35 years? Come on, man,that's ridiculous.

Our little hobbit is right.It's ridiculous.

It's God's work thatmatters now. Not basketball.

Just because it's God's work,

don't meanit's not still work.

His work is never done.

Now, I've hadabout enough of this.

Book of Psalms, chapter 62,verse one and two.

Fool, please. Book of Psalms,chapter 23, verse four.

(SING-SONGY) Ephesians five,chapter 22, boom!

Book of Betty Lou, chapterone, verse "I said so."

You heard the woman.I can't go.

One, it wasn'tno black hobbits, right?

And, two, that is onemean churchwoman.

She ain't supposed to becalling me ugly like that.

Okay, and I'm handsome.

I'm the short versionof Idris Elba.

The ladies say itall the time, man.

And is he even coming?

-He's coming.-How do you know?

Basketball is in his blood.Same as it is in mine.

Both of y'all old as hell,okay?

And I at leastsaw you play first.

I need to see himshoot at least.

Youngblood, you can'tteach seven feet.

What you meanyou can't teach seven feet?

-What are you talking...-Hallelujah!

Man can only takeso much nagging

before he done had enough.

I told ya.

He could have got in herewithout yelling

"Hallelujah" in my ear, right?

Preacher, you're supposedto take your shoes off

in the boom boom room.

You're gonna tell me the rulesof the boom boom room?

I'm just trying to make surewe're clear, that's all.

-(TIRES SCREECHING)-Oh, Lord.

Spoke too soon.

(MUSIC PLAYING)

DAX: Why are we slowing down?

Light just turned red.

So? Run it, fool! You know howworked up she can get.

UNCLE DREW: Oh, no, I ain'ttrying to get no ticket now.

BETTY LOU: Preacher!

I know you in that van!

She got a baseball batin a church dress?

I am Betty to the Lou.

They don't even knowwho they messing with.

DAX: Don't you knowany players

that don't requirea road trip?

And what's the dealwith Betty Lou anyway?

It's just one weekend.

Is it me?Or is it nippy in here?

It ain't just you.

What is wrong with you two?I am melting over here.

Good. Looks like you couldstand to lose a few.

Is it just me,or is little man's head

abnormally large for his body?

Hey, youngblood, how much doesyour neck hate your head?

-Big head, little neck.-Funny jokes.

He was a baby bobblehead doll.

Wobble, wobble, wobble.

Actually, my headis the most normalest size

you could think of.I've measured my head.

Well, you sure gotsome little ass ears then.

Mama deserve a purple heart,passin' a melon that big.

Anybody else use a disco nap?

See, now that isa good idea, Preacher.

My eyelids been heavy all day.

(BOTH SNORING)

DAX: Seriously?

These two are unbelievable.

You good?

PREACHER: All set.

Still a little nippyin here though.

That's strike two, youngblood.

The next one, you gonna beriding on the roof.

Not with that big ass head,he can't.

Too much wind resistance.

(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)

(BALL BOUNCING)

Hey, Preacher,can I ask you a question?

Can I say no?

What happened to y'allback in the day, man?

Why did all y'all disappear?

Gotta ask him that.

So, Drew,what happened in 1968?

Nothing a few Ws can't fix.

You really thinkbasketball could fix

what happened with youand Big Fella?

Why not?

Play the game the right way,it fixes everything.

You say so.

Come on, man. Okay, could youget a jug or something?

You really love basketball,don't you?

What's there not to love?

Basketball's the mostreliable thing in the world.

Don't complain,don't ask any questions.

You bounce it,comes right back up.

What about you, youngblood?You ever play?

Nah, not really.

Why not?

'Cause I don't.

What's that supposed to mean?

It means what I said, okay?I just coach, all right?

-I don't believe you.-I don't play, okay?

All right. Well, you're up.

Wait a minute,I thought you was the pilot.

I need youto co-pilot for a spell.

Address is on the dash.

Don't mess up my car.

PREACHER: Aw, snap!

Prostate ain'twhat it used to be.

DAX: How many times you gonnause the bathroom?

Jesus, man. Need like abuilt-in toilet in his shorts.

ANNOUNCER: (ON TV) Now, pleaseenjoy the latest in sports.

NEWS ANCHOR: Let's go to Rucker Park

where our man, Scoop Jackson

is interviewing seven-timewinner, Mookie Bass.

Oh, you gotta be kidding me.

Scoop Jackson at the Rucker 50, Harlem, USA.

Here with my man, Mookie Bass.

-Damn, Mookie. -So, why do you keep

doing this, man? You have a history of just winnin'

and winnin' and winnin' this.

When is it ever gonna stop?

Hey, that's a great question, Scoop. It's like,

"What keeps you motivated?" You know what I mean?

And for me, it's a rivalry.

Its power is derived from rivalry, you know?

-Seriously?-What is your source of power?

When Thomas Jefferson sent car keys up in the sky,

and then it got hit by lightning,

and that started the first car.

This don't even make sense.

Now, I'm no scientist, so don't quote me on this.

Although I do have a degree from Trump University.

But every power has a source for that power.

So, what's your source, then?

He know who he is and we'll just leave it at that.

Bam! (LAUGHS)

Shoutout to Pepsi. Shoutout to Oberto.

Shoutout to Aleve,

the number one painkiller in the game right now.

And there it is.

I'mma just get out of here.

SCOOP: Rucker 50, Tournament of Champions,

all going down in three days, here in Harlem. Three days.

I'm coming.

MOOKIE: Three days, you going down, Dix.

DAX: Damn, there's a lot of trees.

Hey, man, you're not kidnapping me, are you?

I'm serious. I saw the movie Get Out.

The only reason I'm still in this van

'cause you're a old black man.But if you was white...

Drew, could youtell your girlfriends

to get across the street?

Something I can helpyou gentlemen with?

Looking for an old friend.

First name, Wilbur,last name, Wallace.

You mean, Lights?

Check the D&Bacross the street.

He likes to get his shots upbefore lunch.

Yeah, that is Lights.(TAPS TABLE)

See, that's whatI am talking about.

Somebody actually practicing.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

-Oh!-(LAUGHING)

MAYA: Yeah, that's it.

-Swish!-Oh, that was all net.

(LAUGHS)

-Good job.-Boom, baby!

MAYA: Buckets.

Girl, you should've seen meback in the day.

-(GAME BUZZES)-Whoo-hoo!

Well, how'd I do?

It's the highest scoreof the year, Lights.

LIGHTS: That meansyou buying drinks, right?

That's exactlywhat that means.

Means she's too nice to tell

a old turkeylike yourself the truth.

Wait a minute.

Drew!

-Lights.-Drew!

What's going on, man?

I'm right here,I'm right here.

What's going on?

Okay, now.

How's the release?

Oh, come on, Drew.Just get me to my spot.

Once a shooter,always a shooter.

What do you mean, "Once ashooter, always a shooter"?

This dude shotnothin' but bricks.

Damn, Preach. I didn't evennotice you over here.

Who else did youroll in here with?

He's right there.

Hey, man. Brother! Okay,this is my personal space.

Sorry.

DAX: Now, I gota question, because

I've been seeinga lot since I've been here.

Are you blind?

Legally or actually?

That don't even make any...You know something?

I'mma... I'mma chill out.

Drew, can I talk to youfor five seconds?

Yeah, yeah. You chill out.

Trying to find my boy, Boots.

Oh, I'm Maya.Boots is my grandfather.

Oh. Boots.Great to meet you, Maya.

Where's the little shrimp,anyway?

Not good, Drew. Not good.

MAYA: Grandpa.

Grandpa, you have some friendshere to see you.

Right over there.You want to say hi?

(BALL BOUNCING)

Heads up, little man.

-Yeah. O.G.-(GASPS)

PREACHER: He still got it.UNCLE DREW: Yeah.

There he is.

How you doing, Boots? Ah, man.

PREACHER: Band backtogether, huh?

UNCLE DREW:Nah, I love you, too, bro.

-It's good to see you now.-(GRUNTS)

Hey, little lady,everything okay?

It's just been yearssince he smiled like that,

and even longersince he tried to stand.

Excuse me. You said this manhasn't walked in years?

Yeah. A lot of years.

Look here, Drew.I ain't trying to break up

your bromance, brother,but, come on.

It's no timefor that, youngblood.

Gotta get Boots here packedand ready to go.

I'm sorry. Packed for whatand ready to go where?

You didn't thinkthat we was gonna

leave here without him,did you?

Okay, look, Drew, right?

-Uncle Drew.-MAYA: Uncle Drew.

Can I just talk to you fora second over here, please?

Okay, here's the deal.I am all for him

getting a breakfrom this place

'cause, quite frankly,I could use one, too.

But his doctors have him ona full psychiatric lockdown.

So, that means no trips.

Just meanswe gotta break him out.

No, that's illegal.

Break out?Do you even hear yourself?

You are insane!

You're the coach, ain't you?Figure it out.

Now, look, everybody.Just like on the court,

-it's all about timing.-Okay.

And I got the plan.Here we go.

Lights, I need you to go in,and I need you

to distract these nurseshere and here.

Once that happens, Preacher,

I need you to go inand penetrate. Right?

All the way to the psych wardand set a back pick...

-What is a back pick?-...on the security guard.

But make sure you do that,a good pick.

A good forwarddoes a good pick,

and that's whatI need you to do.

Once that happens, Drew,you're my all-star, brother.

I need you to sneak in there,

right, and get Bootsundiscreetly...

-Undiscreetly?-...take him to

the freight elevatorall the way to the roof.

You know he's in a wheelchair?

Once you get to the roof,guess who's there? Me.

Your boy. I'mma have a rope...

Rope?

What do we do with that rope?

We tie the rope securelyon the wheelchair.

We will lower him down

-nice and slow...-Whoa, lower?

-Until...-(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Who is it?

You know, I don'tmind you being here,

but I had to drawall this up

for you just to roll downhere on your own?

Look, just get in the van.

(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)

Pure magic.

Think I don't knowwhat you're up to, little man?

You think you're slick,don't you?

This ain't nothingbut a full-court press.

I'll just take your rook,boom!

Hold up. Wait a minute.Wait a minute.

-Run that back, man.-(LAUGHS)

Run that back.Double or nothing this time.

Double or nothing this time.

DAX: So, you sureyou really wanna do this?

You know, this vanis full of old people,

and it's already smellinglike pee and Poligrip.

That is true. But I wanna seemy grandpa happy, you know?

Why do they callyour grandpa Boots?

Well,it's an interesting story.

He wore the sameworn out pair of kicks

every time he stepped footon the court.

He refused to playin anything else.

He would tell people thatthey were his work boots.

You know,I think it's really sweet

what you're doing for them.

We all need somethingto look forward to,

even if it isjust a pipe dream.

What do you mean, pipe dream?Uncle Drew is the real deal.

Yeah, but you don't actuallythink they could win, do you?

I mean, that's whatmakes it so sweet,

is thatyou're doing it anyway.

You're basically just setting

$5,000 on fireto see them happy.

If you ask me,that's pretty noble.

Exactly who I am, you know?Dax the Noble. (CHUCKLES)

We got a blind guy, a guy who can't even walk,

and a preacher who still keep a perm in his head.

What's wrongwith this next guy?

PREACHER: You wanna tell himor should we?

DAX: Tell me what?

UNCLE DREW:Don't even worry about it.

Oh. Sure you don't want usto go with you?

Some songs are best sung solo.

Dibs on the vanif he actually kills you.

(BIG FELLA GRUNTING)

-(KIDS GRUNT)-(SPEAKS OTHER LANGUAGE)

Hold stance.

(GRUNTING)

-(KIDS GRUNT)-(SPEAKS OTHER LANGUAGE)

(IN ENGLISH) Remember,my young grasshoppers,

without the proper focus,

you will never truly masteryour mind and body.

KIDS: Yes, Sifu.

(BELL JINGLES)

BIG FELLA: It is alsoimportant to remember,

without a good defense,your offense means nothing.

KIDS: Yes, Sifu.

Now, go in peace.Get out of here.

(KIDS CHATTERING)

PREACHER: Look like a sceneout of Game of Death.

All these years, and you stillain't figured out

that the best defenseis good offense, huh?

It's good to see you,Big Fella.

(GROANS)

-Oh, my God, they're fighting.-What happened?

-Okay.-MAYA: Go get him.

Drew got knocked out, man.

I got to bethe getaway driver.

I brought my driving gloves.

That dude is a giant.

Best drop stepin the business.

Sup, Big Fella?

That sucker punch is the firstfree throw you ever made.

(GROANING)

Putting the teamback together.

I can't do thatunless you're on board.

How about we playone-on-one for it?

Can't always play your wayout your problems.

It's worked outpretty good so far.

-Has it though?-DAX: Okay, okay. Hey, hey.

Time out!

Large karate man, excuse me.

You look likeWolverine's grandfather.

That's none of my business,that's your look.

Okay, I get it.Uncle Drew is annoying.

He's been getting on my nervesfor the last few days.

So, you don't have to do thisfor him, that's cool.

But what about the restof these cats?

One last time aroundthe block, Big Fella.

What about Lights?

In the van with Boots.

Boots?

(FUNK MUSIC PLAYING)

I'll sweeten the deal for you.

You can do whateveryou want to this man.

-Wait, what?-You can slap him,

you could karate chop him,you can nunchuck him.

Knock him out again, kick him.

Okay, you can have a step showon his old ass body.

I don't care.But come play with us, man.

Come on, man.

I mean, what does that meanin kung fu? Is that a yes?

Yeah, he's coming.

Yes. We got a gianton our team!

And I hopehe can play basketball.

Hey, man,what are you doing, man?

You ain't supposed to bebehind the wheel.

I'm the getaway driver.

What you mean,you the getaway driver?

Dude, we ain't rob a bank.

I got this, young fella,I got this.

Oh, come on now, Lights,

you know you're notsupposed to be driving.

Come on, man.Not even a block or two?

No, no, you can't drive.

(BELL RINGING)

Is that who I think it is?

(TRAIN HORN BLARES)

-Where the hell she come from?-(FUNK MUSIC PLAYING)

-What's happening? What?-Betty Lou is happening.

-Come on.-Why are we scared?

-Who is Betty Lou?-That's my wife.

I wasn't supposedto leave the house.

Come on, Lights.You gotta get out the car now.

-LIGHTS: Drew, it's stuck.-Wait, where is Big Fella?

Come on, we gotta move.

Shut up,I'm not talking to you.

UNCLE DREW: Come on now,Betty Lou's coming.

-BIG FELLA: Who?-Betty Lou's coming.

I'm gonna kill him.

Lights, don't worryabout the seat belt.

-I can drive?-Gas it before she kill us!

Not a scratch, you hear me?

I got you, Drew.

(FUNK MUSIC CONTINUES PLAYING)

(TIRES SCREECHING)

-LIGHTS: Buckle up.-Punch it, fool!

LIGHTS: Whoo-hoo!

DAX: You're goingthe wrong way!

You're going in reverse!

-(LAUGHING)-Lights, turn, turn!

-(TIRES SCREECHING)-(ALL SCREAMING)

-(LIGHTS WHOOPING)-Lights!

LIGHTS: One voice, all right?

Ears can't takeall that hollering.

PREACHER: Incoming!

(FUNK MUSIC CONTINUES PLAYING)

DAX: You got a old pickup toyour left. Just curl around it

like you're jumpingoff to your spot.

(TIRES SCREECHING)(LIGHTS EXCLAIMS)

(ALL EXCLAIM)

UNCLE DREW: Brace for impact!

(ALL SCREAMING)

Jesus, take the wheel.

-Pull over!-No!

You don't know whoyou're messing with, hobbit!

I'm not a hobbit, lady!I'm a man!

(BOTH PANTING)(HORN HONKING)

Hit the freeway!She won't drive on no highway!

Spin it to win it.

-MAYA: What?-(ALL SCREAMING)

(LAUGHING)

LIGHTS: Oh, y'all want me to keep driving?

ALL: No!

LIGHTS: I thought I did okay myself.

(FUNK MUSIC CONTINUES PLAYING)

(SIGHS) Here goes nothing.

(GIRLS CHATTERING)

(BEEPS)

-(BALL BOUNCING)-(CHATTER CONTINUES)

Let's go, ladies.On the bus. On the bus.

Hey, hey, Coach. Excuse me.

How you doin', man?Dax Winslow, brother.

Are these girlsjust wearing uniforms

just to be wearing them?Or are they any good?

You're not from around here,are you?

Two time, back-to-backstate champions.

I got $100 that say my guys

right here could destroythese prom queens.

You got life insurancepolicies on these guys, right?

Hopefully, you gottheir parents' permission.

It would be impolite of menot to take your bet.

-$100, man.-Sold.

Look, guys,we need to practice, okay?

What do you mean? Right now?

Look, this might bethe only opportunity we get.

What about Grandpa?

You know he can'tactually play, right?

Yeah, I figured the littlehobbit could take his spot.

Look here, Papa Smurf, okay?Nobody asked you.

And, look, if we just gottaplay with four people,

then we'll dojust four-on-four.

We got one day, one damn day,until the Rucker.

We need to be prepared.Meet me outside, guys.

Come on, Big Fella.

COACH: Let's go, Trojans.Match up, now.

(HIP-HOP MUSIC PLAYING)

BIG FELLA: Pass the ball.

I'm open! Pass the ball!

LIGHTS: Yeah, Preach.

-(LAUGHS)-PREACHER: Oh, yeah.

LIGHTS: Make it rain!

PREACHER: (GRUNTS)That's a ladies' ball.

BIG FELLA: I'm open.

(GIRLS CHATTERING)

Come on.

COACH: Wait a minute.

Come on, guys, come on!

-Get down.-BIG FELLA: Pass the ball.

Hurry up!

Move those old bodies!

BIG FELLA: Let me getsome of that.

COACH: Wave me over.Match up.

Up top, up top.

LIGHTS: Oh, this is bringingback memories now!

(COUGHS) Goddamn!

LIGHTS: Big Fella!

You mother...

Not exactly whatyou were expecting, huh?

No, they are garbage.

Yeah, but they're smiling.

I mean, that's gotta countfor something, right?

Look at these guys. I mean,

Lights couldn't make a basket

if he hada braille trail to it.

LIGHTS: Raindrop!

Big Fella and Uncle Drew,they're talkin'.

-You're not open to me.-Pass the ball, Kobe.

Come on, guys!

UNCLE DREW: I got it.

LIGHTS: Lights out, baby.Wait a minute.

You see?That's good basketball.

BIG FELLA: Barbeque chicken,barbeque chicken.

Lobster in the house.

LIGHTS: Big Fella!There you go! There you go!

Better step out.

-Come on.-Time out!

See the way they movewithout the ball?

They're all connected as one.

Reminds me of usback in the day.

-LIGHTS: Of us?-(ALL PANTING)

If they score one more point,fellas, that's it.

Come on, Drew, you told methese dudes can play.

This guy right herecan't even see.

Look, I'm standing heredoing this.

He don't even knowI'm doing that. Okay?

And this dude,he's a karate man.

-He's meditating right now.-(BIG FELLA CHANTING)

Y'all gotta get it together.Drew, it's on you now, man.

Stop passing the ball.

You are the lead singer,the leader of this team.

You are Gladys Knightand these dudes are the Pips.

It's just a scrimmage,youngblood. That's all it is.

It's not justa scrimmage! Okay?

Look, I bet $100 on the game.

-What?-What am I supposed to do?

Man, we don't haveno more gas left.

We're just runnin' on fumes.What you want me to do?

(SIGHS) Look, guys,they need to score

one more time. Just stop 'em.

You're really tall.

Just put your arms up,they're little girls.

(GIRLS SHOUTING)

(GIRLS CHEERING)

Come on, man!

Good job, guys. Stayin' alive,breathing. Good effort.

COACH: Great teamwork, girls.Great teamwork.

BIG FELLA: Good game,good game.

PREACHER: Good game, ladies.

Hey, Coach.

Pleasure doingbusiness with you.

Yeah. Me and the fellasteamed up

to take care of that for you.

I just don't understand

why you ain't ask usfor the gas money?

It's not a big deal.Just had to tell us.

And, remember,

Gladys Knight ain't nothingwithout the Pips.

(R&B MUSIC PLAYING)

(SIGHS) Listen, Drew,I really appreciate you guys

having my backback there, right?

But that doesn'ttake away from the fact

that we gotour butts kicked

by some teenage girls.

Matter of fact,maybe we should look

-to get some more players.-Forget that, youngblood.

My roster, my team.

Mind if we talk for a minute?

(CHANTING ON HEADPHONES)

I was thinking about the waywe used to run pick and roll.

Might make sense if...

Fine.

Everything goodback there, Preach?

Just thinkingabout my Betty Lou is all.

You'll be back in her armsbefore you know it.

(HIP-HOP MUSIC PLAYING)

DAX: Yes! It may have took usa while to get here,

but we are finally hereat the Rucker.

(SIGHS) Some of the greatestbasketball players

you've ever seenhave played in this...

You mind giving usa minute, youngblood?

(STAMMERS) Okay. Sure.

We're here, fellas.

Oh, man.

I played on damn nearevery outdoor court

in the countryover the years,

but battlingbetween the lines,

with you fellas here,always felt like home.

LIGHTS: Feel you, Drew.I feel you.

I got each of youa little something.

Now, I know you never likedthe way they looked,

but Doc put a lensin there for a reason.

Take your time, now.

Now, go help him put it on.Put it on.

LIGHTS: Why didn't y'allsay anything?

(LAUGHS)

Man, y'all look so... So old.

-I think he can see.-(LAUGHS)

And, Preach.That face! (LAUGHS)

I can see! Lights out, baby!

Whoo-hoo!

Oh, yeah! Yeah, Drew.

Welcome home, Lights.Welcome home.

I know you remember this one.

Gave it to mewhen we was nine.

You told me...

Told you it would give youa strength

you didn't even knowthat you had.

And it did.Now it's your turn.

LIGHTS: Oh, come finish this,Preach. Come finish it.

MAYA: All right, Preacher!

Aw, yeah, baby.

Boots, you ain't thinkI forgot about you, did you?

Left 'em backin the van in '68.

Figured they might still gota little spring to 'em.

Yeah.

Just like you left 'em. Hmm?

I love you, too, bruh.

Easy now.

Let's see if they fitbefore you start

going and gettingall emotional on me.

(CHUCKLES)

No, wait. Is he...

He can't get up. He...

(LIGHTS GASPS)

Yeah. Yeah.

UNCLE DREW: Oh, nice.

Look as good as the first timeyou put 'em on.

Yeah.

Yeah, Bootsie!

(ALL LAUGH)

That's it, Boots. That's it.

Kinda like breathing. Couldn'tforget how even if you tried.

I saved the best for last.

Brick CityTwo-on-Two Tournament,

when we was 15 years old.

First tournamentwe ever won together.

(SIGHS) Yeah.

BIG FELLA:This ain't no apology.

Don't even try it.

PREACHER: Big Fella.Big Fella.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Hey, Jess. Come on, open up,it's me. It's Dax.

-(SHOWER RUNNING)-Yeah, I got a team now.

I really thinkwe got a chance.

Did it ever occur to youto call first?

It did occur to meto call first.

But I couldn't becauseyou cut my cell phone off.

That's because I broke upwith your pathetic ass.

But you know what?

My new boyfriend,he took care of everything.

Wait, what you mean,you got a new boyfriend?

We just broke up...

Hey, what's up?

What's that facial expression?

You look like someonejust took your girl.

Oh, that's right.

Oh, I think that'swhat happened, though.

JESS: (LAUGHING) Yeah.

Sorry we couldn'thear you knocking

-'cause we was in the shower.-JESS: Mmm-hmm.

MOOKIE: We weren't gettin'clean, were we?

No, we weren't.

-No, we were getting dirty.-Dirty. You so dirty.

Y'all know I'm standing here,right?

Can I just get my uniformsand get out of here?

-Uniforms?-Uniforms.

-How come?-I got a team.

-You got a team?-Yes.

-Aw, that's cute, bruh.-JESS: Mmm-hmm.

-That's real cute.-MOOKIE: Here ya go.

Good luck. Hey, will youcook me breakfast?

Mmm, I'll make youan omelet, boo.

Oh, I'mma scramble your eggs.

DUKE TANGO: Welcome, ladiesand gentlemen, boys and girls,

to the Rucker 50th Tournament of Champions.

I am yours truly, Duke Tango.

Today we bring you the best of the best

of the Rucker crowd and $100,000.

That's right, $100,000,

and it's all here in Harlem, US of A!

This is where it happens.

This will make you, this will break you.

Here we go! Game one.

Hilltop Mavericks versus Homecourt Advantage.

Let's do this! Let's do this! Oh, yeah!

(CROWD CHEERING)

(RAP MUSIC PLAYING)

(DUKE SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)

(CROWD CHEERING)

DUKE: It's one of those days

when the crowd is a little thin.

(DUKE CONTINUES INDISTINCTLY)

Now, is it meor is it empty in here?

LIGHTS: Nah, Preach,it ain't you.

We used to ball out in frontof twice as many people.

Youngblood, I don't knowabout this name.

PREACHER: Bruh, I'm straightfrom Chocolate City.

Yeah, I think, guys, it's moreabout where we are now...

Stop! Look,it's not about the name.

We don't havea fifth player, guys.

If we don't get nobody else,we gotta forfeit.

We need Big Fella.Where is he at?

He'll be here.

Yeah, but what if he's not?

I'm pretty surethose basketball shoes.

Although,your calf-to-shoe ratio

is not all that great.

Yeah, and his body'sreally bad.

It's not built for jumping.

DAX: Okay. Okay.Let me tell y'all something...

I don't play basketball.

And, yes, my calvesdon't match my body.

I done had these calvessince I was seven.

Went to a doctor, sawsomebody, and he was, like,

"Hey, man, we don't know whatwe can do about it."

Yes! He is here.

The Black Messiah.Grandfather. Okay.

-MAYA: Don't. He is here...-He's here.

Everybody get on the court.

(BLOWS WHISTLE) Let's go.

(SCATTERED SHOUTING)

What are you doing? Move!

Something you wanna say to me?

We're in the middle of a game!

Can we get some help out here?

I don't know what's going on

at the half court position, but it ain't helping 'em.

Are they fighting?

I'm not running downuntil you say it.

-Say what?-You know what.

I'm not talking about her.

-Hey, hey, hey, timeout.-(WHISTLE BLOWS)

Yo, yo, yo! Hey, hey.

Come here, bring it in.What are you two doing?

I ain't run out on my old lady

just so we can come out hereand play like this.

I'm out.

Hey, nah, you're not goingnowhere, Drew.

You will stay right here.

And I don't knowwhat you two are doing.

You said you wannateach the kids

how to play the gamethe right way.

But this is not the right way,arguin' with your teammate.

Let's play some basketball!We are a team.

Bring it in, guys. Come on.

Whatever y'all got going on,work it out after the game.

Bring it in.Harlem Money on three.

-One...-Let's go get this money, man.

Come on.

Well, just play.

-(MUSIC PLAYING)-DUKE: Back to live action,

here we go!

This is Boots with the ball.

Over to my man, Uncle. Uncle Drew, yes! Uncle Drew!

This is The Mosquito with the handle.

Oh, no, no, no! Steal away for Uncle!

Look at the handle.

75 years oldand still can't admit it.

Selfish son of a bitch.

DUKE: Uncle Drew doing it once again.

(ALL CHEERING)

It's the third period, baby.The Uncle Drew Show continues.

(ALL CHEERING)

Harlem Money is running away with this one.

Another basket and they will be going to the next round.

How come you just can't admityou messed up?

We hardly even knew her.

Matter of fact,I bet you can't

even remember her dang name.

You don't rememberher dang name?

(GROANS)

I married her, punk.

(GROANING)

(BUZZER SOUNDS)

PREACHER: Come on, baby.Come on.

You really wannamake this right?

Stop running from the truth.

UNCLE DREW: Can't believeyou ended up

marrying her anyway.

BIG FELLA: Can't believeyou slept with her

the night before the finals.

I loved her.

I don't knowif you knew this, but...

Yeah, I knew. (SIGHS)

I always knew.

Spent five decadespretending like I didn't.

But I saw the wayyou looked at her

when she walked in the park.

So, why'd you do it, then?

I loved her, too.

Look, Big Fella, I'm sorry.

I've been sorrymy whole damn life.

You mean that?

I mean thatwith everything I got.

If I can go backand change it, I would.

Believe me.

I need you to feed me.

Excuse me?

You may not understand this,

but, uh, I can reallyshoot the ball.

Let the Big Fella eat, huh?

Like The Last Supper, baby.

Oh, too slow, too slow.

ANGELO: Hey, that ain't nofigment of my imagination.

Somebody 'bout to eattheir words.

That's Drew there.Hey, Drew, hey!

Look at that face! Go ahead,scratch and smell him.

Scratch and smell him.

-You real.-Yeah.

(SNIFFS) He real. He real man.This ain't no hologram.

Been a minute, Angelo.What's goin' on?

Oh, been a minute.

Good to see you, Drew.Always good to see you.

What you gonna do with allthat money when you win?

-Come again?-The purse. The purse, Drew.

The hundred stacksof high society at stake.

You know, the duckets.

Wasn't ever no purseback in the day.

No, it wasn't evernothin' like that.

But $100,000 of cash, baby.

I'd sign up, you knowwhat I'm saying?

UNCLE DREW: You thinkI'm stupid, youngblood?

Hundred grandis a whole lot of money.

Look, man, I was gonnatalk to you about...

Yeah, when? When?

You just don't get it, do you,youngblood? This game...

The love I got for it,it's all sacred to me.

You told methat you love the game.

You don't love the game.

You use it just like you useeverything else in your life.

You ain't nothingbut a hustler.

Hey, man,who you talking to, man?

Hey! Talkin' to you, man.

Watch your tone, youngblood.

You don't think I gotlove for this game?

Don't nobody love this gamemore than me.

Talkin' about Jordan, 63against Boston. I saw that.

Laettner's turnaroundagainst Kentucky.

Bird steals the ball to win

the Eastern Conference Finalsto beat the Pistons.

I saw all of thatand I loved it.

But guess what,the game never loved me back.

So, then what happened then?

I missed a shot.

I shot it, it got blocked.

I was humiliated.Everybody walked out on me.

Now, that's the firstreal thing you've done said.

That's the real Dax.

Now, come on,let's go play this game.

It's about the love,youngblood, nothin' else.

(HIP-HOP MUSIC PLAYING)

(ALL CHEERING)

-Yes!-Get it, Grandpa!

DUKE: This Big Fella. This is the Big Fella.

-(ALL CHEERING)-Ooh!

Ah, shit, I'm loose.

DUKE: Uncle looking at it. What he gonna do with it?

-The Preacher!-Oh, in the name of Jesus!

Finally gettin' my legs back,y'all.

DUKE: This is Uncle Drew to Lights.

-Money!-All right, Lights!

The reasonthey call me Lights.

-Yeah!-(GRUNTS)

Don't bringyour little ass in here.

(GRUNTING)

(MUSIC CONTINUES PLAYING)

(ALL CHEERING)

(MUSIC CONTINUES PLAYING)

-And that's it?-That's right.

You swipe right if youlike 'em, left if you don't.

You couldn't even seethe day before yesterday.

Mmm-hmm. Exactly.

That's whyI'm always swipin' right.

It's more of a numbers game.

Looks a little differentthese days, don't it?

She gonna get him pregnantif she keep dancing like that.

If I wasn't so sore,

we'd get out thereand show 'em our old routine.

(LAUGHING)

Excuse me, son,do we amuse you?

Yo, you're in the club,and you're pushin' 80, bro.

And what's up with your boy,Frederick Douglass?

-(MAN LAUGHING)-Hey!

Heard he was doinggreat things. (LAUGHING)

Hold my beer.

Grandpa!

MAN: Don't hurt nobody, pop.

Ah, yeah! Gonna get real grodyup in this joint now!

(HIP-HOP MUSIC PLAYING)

(ALL CHEERING)

(LAUGHING)

(ALL EXCLAIMING)

(ALL EXCLAIMING)

Oh, my God!

(MUSIC CONTINUES PLAYING)

ALL: Oh! Oh! Oh!

(ALL CHEERING)

You know somethin', man? I didnot think your grandfather

would ever get upout that wheelchair.

Me neither. I heard stories,

but I never knewhe could play like that.

So how much your parentspaying you

to watch your grandfather?

Why does anybodyhave to be paying me?

Why can't I just enjoyspending time with my family?

Well, I wouldn't knowanything about that.

'Cause I never had one. So...

What do you meanyou never really had one?

What do you call those guys?

(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)

I honestly hada lot of fun tonight.

Me too.

Well, I guess it's time to go.

Yeah, we should go aheadand get up out of...

PREACHER:He ain't gonna do it.

Hey.

-Hey.-PREACHER: It's you!

BOOTS: No! Mmm-mmm.

PREACHER: You open!LIGHTS: Take a shot!

-(CLEARS THROAT)-(ALL GROAN)

Sorry. I'mma go.I need some water.

-Sure.-'Cause my throat is dry.

Yeah, I know how that is.I'll take care of this.

Take a gap?Thank you, appreciate that.

Yeah, yeah.Don't worry about it.

PREACHER: Anybody give himsome training

on how to talk to a lady?

Okay, look, man,I don't wanna hear that.

Anything, okay? Not one singlefreakin' word.

Maybe she should'vetaken her heels off.

I'll tell ya, youngblood,last time I checked,

you miss 100% of the shotsyou don't take.

Yeah, let's getout of here, man.

(ALL CHUCKLING)

LIGHTS: Let's give hima piggyback.

DAX: Big Fella,what are you doing?

LIGHTS: We'll give hima little piggyback.

DAX: That's right. Two down,two to go. We almost there.

(LAUGHING)

Yo, how's that geriatric teamof yours, bro?

You get 'em all individualLife Alert bracelets?

Hey, man, are you wearingmy clothes?

What?

Yes, that's my shirt.You got on my shirt, man.

That's right,I got on your shirt.

Or maybe you got my shirt on.

-What? Wait, wait.-What? Wait, wait.

-That's my shirt.-That's my shirt.

-You got on my clothes.-You got on my clothes.

-Stop it! You're crazy.-Stop it! You're crazy.

That's right. I'm crazy.I'm being you.

The only way to defeatone's enemy

is to become one's enemy.

-You're nuts!-You're nuts!

-You're psycho!-You're psycho!

I'll see you in the finals,Dax. Psycho.

(LAUGHING)

-(CROWD CHEERING)-(HIP-HOP MUSIC PLAYING)

BIG FELLA: All day.

DAX: Yes! There you go,Big Fella!

MAYA: That's what I'm talkingabout, Big Fella!

Off shot! Handled it.

-Good rebound!-MAYA: All right.

Oh, shot, shot, shot.Get that out of here!

-What do I do, what do I do?-Just back up.

Oh, yeah.I remember this play.

Too late. Got 'em.

Yes! That's whatI'm talkin' about, Lights.

You are the man!

DUKE: This is Boots.Boots goin' down death valley!

Uh-huh! Baby!

Harlem Money is going to the finals,

with only seconds left in the ballgame!

-Still hungry, huh?-Just a little dessert.

Hey, take the three,Big Fella, why not?

DUKE: This is to send 'em. They're already there.

That's all right, Big Fella.

(GROANING)

Big Fella.

Big Fella. Big Fella.Big Fella.

REFEREE:Somebody get a doctor.

UNCLE DREW: Come on!

Excuse me. Excuse me.Excuse me. Let me in here.

DUKE: The Big Fella is down.

UNCLE DREW: Stay here,Big Fella. Stay in it.

PARAMEDIC: Beginning CPR.PREACHER: Oh, Lord,

give him some room,give him some room.

You're okay, boss.

UNCLE DREW: Come on,Big Fella. Come on, Big Fella.

(MACHINES BEEPING)

LIGHTS: Doctor already said

he's been throughthe worst of it.

So, what... What do we do now?

You don't stop playing'cause you get old.

You get old'cause you stop playing.

BETTY LOU: Preacher!

Hi. And I'm so sorry

about the Big Fella.Is he gonna be okay?

But I've been missing youso much.

Come here, come here.

I missed you too, baby.

(SNIFFLES) Now, look.

If you don't want me to goball, I don't have to ball.

Fool, please, after all this?You're playing.

Matter of fact...

You saying what I thinkyou're saying?

I'm saying what you thinkI'm saying, Preacher.

So we gonna ball?

So we gonna ball.

(LIGHTS LAUGHS)

PREACHER: That's whatI'm talkin' about, boo.

DUKE: Welcome! This is what we've all been waiting for.

The new be versus the old.

The old be versus the new. The good be versus the bad.

Are they gonna be a no-show like they did in 1968?

-(HORN BLARING) -But, no, they're not.

Here they come! They're here! Here they come, baby!

Here they come! Aw, yeah!

We got a game on our hands!

(RAP MUSIC PLAYING)

Okay, Grandpa,you gotta take your pills

before you start, okay?

Preacher,we gotta take our pills.

Not the blue ones.Save those for tonight.

It's all right.What we gonna do?

-We gonna get this win.-We gonna get this win, right?

Look, this one'sfor Big Fella, okay?

So, Big Fella on three.One, two, three.

ALL: Big Fella!

Here we go, C-Dawg!Let's do this, baby.

You got this, Drew.You the man, bruh.

You put this team together,remember that.

Your roster, my team.

That's right, your team.Last week, I took your team.

Yesterday, I took your girl.

Today, I'm gonnatake your heart.

Man, you've...

Okay. (GRUNTS)

-Stop it!-Stop what?

-Folding your arms like me.-Folding your arms like that.

CASPER: Let's get this win,baby.

Good luck, youngblood.

Oh, luck ain't got nothingto do with it, Old Dusty.

"Old Dusty"?

Pastor Wrinkles,what's the word, man?

(LAUGHS) Young fellagot jokes.

-Shoe ain't tied.-What shoe? Huh?

-Lights!-DUKE: Championship time!

Oh, that's the oldest trickin the book!

You gonna let him...Oh, come on, now!

DUKE: Over to Uncle. Jumper.

In and out.

That's okay, guys!

DUKE: The bounce passto Casper. Casper, oh, my God!

Oh, yeah,I need you to see me.

Wipe your goggles, old fella.I need you to see me.

-You gotta see me all night.-Man, move. Fool, please.

-That's right, Casper!-Come on, Drew!

DUKE: This is Uncle.

Cross the mid-court line. Betty...

Lights out! No good!

Oh, man!

MOOKIE: That's right,old people are overrated!

DUKE: Over to Casper the Friendly Ghost.

Nothin' but the bottom of the net.

Wake up! Come on!

LIGHTS: Up! Up! Up!

(ALL CHEERING)

-DUKE: You gotta love it!-Yes!

DUKE: Mario, comin' back down court,

kickin' it over to Beazy!

JESS: We makin' baskets!

That's right,we makin' buckets, baby.

DUKE: Uncle Drew the other way. This is Betty!

Betty Lou jumper no good.

They fightin' for it, baby! They fightin' for it!

Betty Lou wins it! Get it, Betty Lou!

There you go, Betty Lou.There you go!

You know that's really a man.

CASPER: I got Drew.

(PANTING) Slow it down.Slow it down.

They tired, yo. They tired.The fatigue's settin' in.

-Betty Lou. Switch it!-Fatigue's settin' in.

You can heartheir knee caps grinding.

DUKE: Uncle, Betty Lou.

Downtown!

You gonna let a girlscore on you?

DUKE: This is Casper the Friendly Ghost.

Oh, my God!

Oh, that's right.That's right, baby.

-DUKE: Oh!-Oh...

DUKE: Turnaround, once again.

The friendly one. What a goal! Oh, baby!

Somebody get on Casper,come on, man!

DUKE: Casper!

Damn, man!

DUKE: Homecourt Advantage is running away

-with the first half.-(BUZZER SOUNDS)

(MACHINES BEEPING)

BIG FELLA:My TV ain't working.

Do I look like an electrician?

(INDISTINCT ANNOUNCEMENTON PA)

I know, right?

Oh, yeah, that was him. Brian.

Y'all got a TV?

WENDY WILLIAMS: Just judgin'. Me and her,

we're talkin' about Rachel.

Where you from? What's your name?

I'm Kathy from Staten Island. How you doin'?

Thank you. How you doin'? Oh, wait. Come on.

You're my victim.

-I mean... I mean, my patient.-(AUDIENCE LAUGHING)

That's my team right there.I used to play on that team.

Okay, guys, bring it in.

Let's turn this game around.

So, on three, Big Fella.One, two, three.

ALL: Big Fella!DAX: Let's go, guys.

DUKE: Harlem Buckets down by 16 at the start of the third.

Here we go!

Casper, the Friendly Ghost from downtown!

Get in front of your man.

DUKE: Boots with the ball. Lookin' at it.

Boots makin' his move. To Lights from downtown.

Not this time.

Reynolds Wrap to Casper.

BETTY LOU: Not today.Give me that.

-(WHISTLE BLOWS)-Please, not in my house.

-Come on, now. That's a foul!-That's what

-I'm talkin' about.-You know that's a foul.

Where I'm from,it's no blood, no foul.

-Where you from?-I just came from Hell,

whooping the Devil's ass,that's where I'm from.

-Break it up.-MOOKIE: That's not godly.

They gangbangin' for Jesus.

DUKE: Back to live action! Here we go!

Deflected! Goin' the other way!

Good block. Come on, y'all,let's get it.

DUKE: Uncle, look at him!Off the backboard to Preacher!

Damn, man! Get the ball,let's go!

My backboard,my house, sucker.

MAYA: That's whatI'm talkin' about!

-DAX: Put it home, Preach!-(BOTH CHEERING)

That what I'm talking about!

DUKE: This is Casper with it. Kicks it over to Mario.

Jump shot. No good!

Yes! That's right, y'all,we got this.

DUKE: He kicks it over, right side to Betty Lou!

Oh, my!

-Oh, my!-Yeah!

Yes!

DUKE: Uncle to the rescue!

Get on that old man!

DUKE: Harlem Buckets are trying to come back.

This is Casper with it. Casper, looking at it.

Come on, now!

PREACHER: I got this.

DUKE: B-B-B-B-B-B-Boots with it.

Booty through the defender's legs.

Look at Boots. (INDISTINCT)

-(ALL CHEERING)-(DAX LAUGHS)

Yes! Way to finish, man.

DUKE: I can't believe it.

They're trying to make a comeback.

Reynolds Wrap to Casper. For 30!

It's shut down time.

PREACHER: Now shoot,Betty Lou. Get 'em.

DUKE: Over to Betty Lou! Good!

Get your head out your ass.

I knew I married youfor a reason, girl.

Game recognize game,big daddy.

DUKE: Here we go. This is Uncle Drew with the ball.

It's him and you, you and him.What you gonna do?

What you gonna do?

Drew steps back. Left-handed jumper...

What'd I tell you?What'd I tell you?

Harlem Buckets, baby.

DUKE: Kicks it out over.

Oh, I got this. My board,my board. Let's go.

Are you kidding me?

DUKE: Here he go. Light the light.

-Bang!-DUKE: Lights out, baby.

That makes it a two point lead.

Here we go! The fast break!

There we go, there we go!

-Whoa.-LIGHTS: I got ya now!

MAYA: That's what I'm talkingabout, Lights!

-DAX: Get that outta here!-That's a foul! Come on now!

MAYA: Lights?DAX: You see that defense?

You all right, Lights?Get up, man. Get up.

Lights. Lights,where does it hurt?

-LIGHTS: Ankle.-Okay, okay. Sit up.

Yo, that's bush league,Winslow.

You took out my player.

Man, what are youtalking about?

Your boy, James Unworthy,just knocked my boy out.

Cheatin'-ass cheaters.Y'all need to cheat to cheat.

MAYA: It's gonna be all right,it's gonna be all right.

LIGHTS: (GROANS) I'm gettingtoo old for this.

What are we gonna do, bruh?

Lights is out.What we gonna do?

-What you mean?-What you mean, "What I mean"?

We have no more players left.

It's your moment, ain't it?

No. I've already told youa million times.

I'm not playing, okay?

Plus, I ain't playedin decades, bruh.

-(LIGHTS GROANS)-UNCLE DREW: And they have?

Drew, it's different, okay?

They were actually goodwhen they played.

Listen to me, youngblood.

You think you're the only one

that made that mistakethat defined their life.

I've been on the roadmy whole life.

I got no real friends.

I'm bouncin' city to city.And you wanna know why?

Because I got too much prideto say I'm sorry.

You know how that sounds?

Have too much prideto say you're sorry

to the people that love you?

Don't you darebe like that, youngblood.

You be better than that.

This is the moment.

You gonna run away from it,

or you gonna step upand take it?

Choice is yours.

MOOKIE: That's right, bruh.Championships.

This is destiny now.

I'll play under one condition.

And what's that?

Let me guard the white boy.

Let's roll!

DUKE: It's a minute and nine second left, folks.

-(WHISTLE BLOWS)-Excuse me. Timeout, timeout.

-Timeout, timeout!-Who are you?

JESS: I'm the assistant coach.

I'm here to make sure thathe's tall enough to ride

the ride that my manabout to put him on.

DAX: What are you doing, man?

This should be a technicalfoul or something.

I'mma kick you off this court

like I kicked youout my house.

-MOOKIE: That's right.-That's mean, okay?

Excuse me? I don't know

who you areor what this is about,

but could you please take itback to the stands

-so we can play some ball?-Who are you?

If you keep talking,you're gonna find out.

Oh, you about to find out,honey.

I come from a long lineof choir members.

So, we gonna clap back!

-Yeah, that's right.-I bet you do.

Just clap you up out of here.Don't play with me.

MAYA: I will not!MOOKIE: I love you, baby.

JESS: I love you, too.

We believe in you guys.Be aggressive.

-All right.-What am I doing now?

Brought your girl,playin' mind games.

Ain't nobody scaredof you, man.

Oh, ain't nobodyscared of me?

-DAX: Let's do this, man.-What's Dax doing in the game?

-(WHISTLE BLOWS)-(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

I got your back.I got your back.

BETTY LOU: Trail, Dax, trail.PREACHER: All right.

Yo help Uncle Drew.

No, move. Come on.

DUKE: It's him and you, baby. What you gonna do?

Let's go, baby. Let's ball,baby. Vanilla Sky!

DUKE: Oh, it's a four point lead now.

Come on, youngblood.That's too easy.

Look, it won't happennext time, okay?

DUKE: Uncle gently across the mid-court line,

with seconds left.

He's gotta foul whoever may be guardin' him.

Uncle to Preacher.

It's the Preacher, man. Oh, baby, hallelujah!

Praise the Lord, Preacher,praise the Lord.

Here we go now.

DUKE: Harlem Money in desperate need of a turnover.

If not, Homecourt Advantage can walk away and win it all.

Here we go.

What that white boy doingwith that ball?

DUKE: Oh, he's doing his shaky-shake.

MOOKIE: That's right.

Good steal, Dax, good steal.

BETTY LOU:Go on, Dax, shoot it!

UNCLE DREW: Let it fly, Dax!

Shoot it, shoot it! Put it up.

-Come on, Dax! Shoot it!-Take that shot, bro!

-Timeout.-(WHISTLE BLOWS)

Timeout? You gonnamake me have

another heart attack, boy.

MOOKIE: Hey,he fouled me on that.

You're sayinghe didn't foul me?

That was a reach, ref.

Let's go.

(STAMMERING) Okay, relax.Listen, I got this.

Drew, they can'tguard you, man.

All we need you to do is justpenetrate to the bucket,

do what you've been doing,

the defensewill collapse on you.

Once they do that,you kick it out to Betty Lou.

Betty Lou will take the three.That's it.

Game over. Game plan.That's it.

What? Seriously,what's wrong with that play?

You'll make it.

Excuse me?

Drew's right.They're not even guarding you.

It's a reasonfor that, Lights.

Leave the past in the past,move on.

You got this, Dax.

UNCLE DREW: We don't need youto be great all the time.

We need you to be greatthis one time.

Can you do that?We believe in you.

What if I miss?

ALL: What if you don't?

You got this.

Come on now.

LIGHTS: Let's go.Let's bring it in.

We in this together.

You got this. Buckets onthree. One, two, three.

ALL: Buckets!

UNCLE DREW: Preach,Preach, Preach.

In case something happens,we got no more timeouts, okay?

You sure?

Yeah, I'm sure.We used our last one.

I could have sworewe had one more.

DUKE: This is it. This is for the money in the bank.

This is for all the marbles.

Come on, come on, Dax.

DUKE: Buckets, down by two, a three can win.

Eight seconds left in the ball game.

This is Uncle with it. Uncle, looking at it.

Uncle over to Hobbit.

(BUZZER SOUNDS)

(ALL CHEERING)

(ALL CHEERING)

DAX: Yes, we won the Rucker,baby! We won the Rucker.

PREACHER: That's whatI'm talkin' about, baby!

DAX: We did this, man!We did that!

PREACHER: You the man!

Mookie! Hey, Mookie!

Good game, man.

Good game, bro.

I see what you're doing now.Playing mind games with me.

Okay. I'll see you next year,bruh. The cycle continues.

(MOOKIE LAUGHS)

DAX: Fellas,we did that, y'all.

PREACHER: Pick him up!

Pick me up? Hey! No, no, no.

He's way too heavy, boy.

BETTY LOU: His head too big.

Head weigh abouta hundred pounds.

I'll be back, y'all.

Hey.

Hey.

Oh. (LAUGHS) This is nice.

(LIGHTS LAUGHS)

-I'll be back.-Okay.

PREACHER: There ya go.That's what

I'm talking about,young fella.

(ALL CHEERING)

The hero, Dax.

Man, I'm damn proud of you.

You took that last shot.

You miss a hundred percentof the shots you don't take.

Game ball goes to you.

Your team. Your roster.

Nah. My family.

Big Fella, man, I'm reallyhappy that you're okay, man.

(WHIRRING)

And if anything...

(WHIRS)

-We were all really...-(WHIRRING)

(LAUGHING)

Okay, look, I paid the bill.

Thanks.

I had to pay the bill.You know why?

That's what you do for family.

Shh! You still talking?

Hey, check it out,we're on SportsCenter.

Everyone was clowning him, including us.

Well, you're number one tonight

in the right top ten for this right here.

Dax Winslow, all three of these,

and the Harlem Buckets win the Rucker 50.

I'm still baffled by a lot of this guy's story.

I don't understand a lot,frankly, but I know this much.

He went from a punchline to a hero,

getting carried off on his teammates'

shoulders in Rucker.

Way to go, Dax.

(HIP-HOP MUSIC PLAYING)

DAX: (ON VOICEMAIL) Yo, yo, yo,

here's the coach of the year. Dax is here, baby.

I be the Rucker champ.

Just leave a message, you know,

-when I give you the chance.-(BEEPS)

Hey, Dax, it's, uh, me, Jess.

When you get a chance,give me a call back.

-(BEEPS)-Hey, Dax, it's me again.

-(BEEPS)-Your phone must be dead,

'cause it wentright to voicemail.

Do you rememberwhen I made that investment

in them shoes?Do you remember that?

You remember that?Do you remember that?

Do you remember that?Do you remember that?

I wanted to let you knowthat I went ahead

and kicked Mook to the curb.

Uh, I noticed the phone wentstraight to voicemail again.

Do you remember that? Hey.Dax, do you remember that?

I am affiliatedwith several gangsters.

I will find out where you at.

We gonna come overto your house.

I let you stay in my houserent-free for all that time.

(SOBBING) I hate you, Dax.

But I love you so much.

I don't know whyyou're doing me like this.

You know what?(BLEEP) you, Dax!

(HIP-HOP MUSIC PLAYING)

Gotta make sure I get the behind the scene,

behind the scene.

-(ALL LAUGHING)-Yeah.

I appreciate you guysfollowing me to makeup.

But now, you gots to go.

Wow!

Kyrie's under here somewhere.

Uh-huh. No.

(DAX STAMMERS)

Hey, girl.Lights just called me.

Preacher, you put your Biblein the club and can't find it?

Hold up. Wait a minute.Hold on.

I can't play in that tourney

and let that little white boyblock my shot again.

Give me a pudding even thoughit's gonna give me diarrhea.

Hey, I don't mean to grabyour face.

-I'm sorry.-(BOTH LAUGHS)

Hold up, hold up.Run it back, run it back.

Don't you wanna gowith a coach

who straight uplooks like Urkel

got put in a trash compactor?

-Isn't that what you want?-(BOTH LAUGH)

Wait a minute. Run that back.Just run it back.

Don't you wanna be coached

by a dudewho looks like an M&M?

(LAUGHING)

Double or nothin' this time.

Double or nothin',double or nothin'.

-(BLOWS WHISTLE)-Hey, man, you don't

blow no whistle in my gym.

(BOTH BLOWING WHISTLES)

(BLOWING LONG WHISTLE)

Okay, that's... Okay... Stop!

Or little hobbit herecould take his spot.

Who you callin' a hobbit,Uncle Ben?

Uncle Ben?

DAX: You heard what I said.Get me some rice.

-No, no, no...-(ALL LAUGHING)

Youngblood, I can't take thisrappity-hippity-hop nonsense.

You say "hippity-hoppity."

That's somethingrabbits would make.

If rabbits made music,

it would be calledhippity-hoppity.

You know how old this van is?Older than you.

I assume it is, brother.

Lots gone downin here. (CHUCKLES)

Somethin' went down here,stained that seat.

Feel good about that.

Got a microwave in here,you got carpet everywhere.

Ain't no tellin'what old women

you'd have back there.

Probably had your mommaback there.

-DAX: You ever say...-Ooh!

I'm an orphan,for your information.

So I don't knowwho my momma is.

(BOTH LAUGH)

This is what we calla ditty now. Ooh.

My lady... That dittyjust crazy. Mmm!

I got it. This isthe real version.

We not goin' be disrespectinga classic like that.

That came outbefore you was...

-You have to drive.-Oh, I forgot.

Get out of here. Go!

Courses. I've come a long waysince Kazaam.

That is sick!

(HIP-HOP MUSICCONTINUES PLAYING)

(SHOUTING)

I found him in a grocery store

putting canson the top shelves.

That's all he's good for.

(LAUGHING) I'm sorry.

(YELLING)

You are my Beyonce, okay?

Not Dantay, not White Dantay,not Jeff,

and not the dude who look likehe sang with New Addition.

-(ALL LAUGHING)-I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry.

(HIP-HOP MUSICCONTINUES PLAYING)

Rapid fire.I gotta go rapid fire.

Here we go.Watch this right here.

Ow! Ow!

(ALL EXCLAIM)

What is this, man?

That look likea dead inch worm.

Who you trying to be?Morgan Freeman?

You playeda heck of a game today, sir.

Appreciateyou saying that, Coach.

You ever think aboutre-taking those SATs?

You have four years leftof eligibility, right?

I'm more of a Blue Devil manmyself, Coach.

(LAUGHS)

MAN: Come on, Dax!

Oh, too late, Drew. Too late.

Your old-ass legs broke upon you, Drew.

(HIP-HOP MUSICCONTINUES PLAYING)