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The team lost five of six games that
I missed after M-Chuck gouged my eye.

Get out of the past, okay?
We're in the happy present.

I hate hospitals. Sick
people. Dying people.

Healthy people finding out they sick.

Sounds of tubes sucking
shit out of all the places

that got leaky shit.
This ain't my thing, man.

I let my team down by missing six games,

but, you know, I'm back and
I'm ready to bear down and ball.

37 points, six rebounds, nine assists.

On fire and back in the
saddle. What do you have to say?

Atlanta's a great town. Great fans.

I plan on being here for a long time.

Jupiter Blackmon wants
me to be his manager.

Top-10 pick in the NFL
draft and he wants me.

I sign Jupiter, I'm not
always gonna be there for Cam.

Mr. Calloway.

Mr. Calloway.

Mr. Calloway.

May I remove your sweatshirt for the MRI?

Don't bother. I'm fucked.

Let's not draw any conclusions

until the doctors have viewed the images.

You suggesting I'm not fucked?

I'm a technician, not a doctor.

I already seen the doctor.
The doctor sent me here

because he's stalling from
telling me my knee is fucked.

Let's try and remain hopeful, okay?

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Can't believe you guys are missing my game.

And I can't believe you're gonna
miss us singing the national anthem.

At a college game, not my game.

Invite us to sing the national anthem

like Georgia Southeastern
University did and we will.

That college only invited you after I
bought it as a charity auction item, okay?

It's not my fault that they booked
you the same time I got a game, too.

I like it when we all together.

Yeah, you like it when we're all
together watching you play basketball.

Yeah, that, too. You
think you can come later?

Oh, your game is an hour before ours,

but we got to be there, like, an
hour earlier, and it's an hour drive.

Plenty of games we've seen
you play. Plenty more to come.

You're playing New York. They suck.

Your coach would give you the
day off to come see us sing.

- People bought seats to see me play.
- Wasted money.

When you're up by 40 by the first half,

people will realize they paid
to come see you sit on the bench.

Oh, shit. What's Unc got going today?

Oh, no.

That's my brother.

Take it down. Take it down.

Fucking fuck fuck fuck. Fuck.

The MRI will take about one hour.

- God damn it.
- The procedure itself is painless.

What the fuck is that?

You ain't fucking sticking me with that.

This is a contrast agent that will
help us to see if there's any damage.

You mean how much, not if.

I didn't roll all the fuck the
way down to you to determine if.

What exactly is the contrast agent?

- Gadolinium.
- Nah.

You ain't putting any
nium-ending shit in me.

I know all about Madame Curie

and radium and plutonium and all that. Nah.

Well, your doctor made a specific request
to use the gadolinium in your case.

My case meaning it's a bad case?

Gadolinium is perfectly safe.

You don't know if it's safe inside me.

I've never had an MRI. You
don't know if I'm allergic.

You might feel a little pinch.

You are in kind of a sadistic rush.

This room is constantly
needed by many different people

every day of every year.

So you need to decide if
you want to get this done

or I can alert the doctor
if you need a sedative.

No, I don't need a sedative.

But how do I know you're not injecting me

with some kind of Tuskegee
Airmen poison experiment?

You're just gonna have to trust me.

I barely know you. I'm Cam.

I know. Shall I call the doctor?

Hit me with the poison, Dr. Frankenstein.

Okay.

All right. Now, as it
courses through your body,

- it may feel warm.
- Ow.

Like rum, just not any fun.

What's your cocktail of choice?

Ow. All right.

I need you to lean your
weight on me as I lift you.

Just don't fucking drop me. I
can't fuck up my other fucking knee.

Language like that really isn't necessary.

Language like that was fucking
invented for situations like this.

Ah! Ow!

The Star-Spangled Banner
is a hard song to sing

because it is not well written.

I think saying that is treason.

And I think you saying that is wrong.

So let's look over the words, shall we?

Baby, don't worry about us, okay?

We have been singing all our lives.

Not in front of 20,000 you ain't.

Hey, bring it. I'm glad somebody's
giving us a chance to sing in public.

You bought the chance at the
charity auction, which Cam bought.

Hey, Cam's generosity is helping
the people with the fucked up mouths.

- What's it called, Ma?
- Cluttered palates.

Yeah, the money that was used
to purchase this opportunity

is helping the fucked up mouth kids
get their cluttered palates all fixed.

No, it's true. You know,
they got snaggle teeth

and the weird lips.

Their shit is just all screwy.

We must rehearse, people.
The performance is nigh.

- Nigh?
- What the hell is wrong with you?

Fuck you from? The Emerald Forest?

- Have fun in Denver.
- All right.

Fucking right. We gonna get turnt.

Oh, no, we not. We gonna lay flat and low.

Have an impressive prospect
visit is what I meant.

No, no, no. See, Missy, me and you
see eye to eye about the need for fun.

Come nightfall, Jupiter gonna
get his dick wet Denver style.

Why are you looking at
me when you say that?

And you know what? You
got to watch what you say

out loud in front of
people. It's a work trip.

Man, why you always calling it work?

That is why you signed with him.

Just can't believe I'm missing
another one of Cam's games.

- I hate this.
- Playing New York don't count.

You're building your and
his management business.

Making sure Jupiter gets a good
contract is helping that business.

Wish me luck in getting these
fools through the national anthem.

Look, just make sure when they
punch each other out it's off camera.

- All cameras.
- All right. Love you.

Love you.

Mmm.

Hey, that's my wife.

Don't act like I don't touch
myself and think about it.

What?

How long do you bury
me in this metal coffin?

About 45 minutes if you can stay still.

- I'm going to lean you back now.
- Wait, hold on.

Now, you said a lot of
people fly in and out of here

getting their shit examined and whatnot.

So due diligence on my part,

how do you go about eliminating,
like totally eliminating,

all the sickness and bacteria and the blood

and the maggot-infested
scabby gash residue

and the antibiotic resistant, festering,

germy viruses that live
and breathe in there?

Well, this machine is
disinfected after every exam.

Everyone washes thoroughly.
Lean back, please.

Definitions of thorough vary.

Many microbes are microscopic.

- The naked eye can't see.
- I am aware.

But you may not be aware of is that

it's the hospital staff
infections that are killing people.

You get on the Internet,
they can't hide the stats.

How does this hospital track
who on the staff is infected?

"Staph" is spelled with a P-H.

Yeah, because they're
afraid of the lawsuits.

They changed the spelling
so they ain't liable.

New spelling doesn't change the stats.

It's a totally different word.

But it sounds the same. So connect the dots

before some flesh-eating
shit eats my flesh and yours.

Please stay absolutely still.

Otherwise you will blur the images

and we will have to redo
this entire procedure.

Tell my family I said I love them

if they ever show up.

And tell them I'm sorry.

You know, I always thought
the lyric was "perilous night."

Fight is perilous, night is not.

Depends on who you spent the night with.

George Zimmerman could be very perilous.

- What are ramparts?
- I don't have a fucking clue.

- Ram parts are the horns and meat and shit.
- This song makes no sense.

Sailors kept rams on the ships
for their meat and to fuck 'em.

Julius, shut the fuck up.

Look, Spanish mariners invented hot sauce

to offset the rotten
taste of ram. Look it up.

"Look it up" is what people say when
they're pulling shit out their ass.

No, "look it up" is what people
said when there were encyclopedias.

The new phrase is "Google it."

Look it the fuck up on Google.

I still don't see why we're singing

about ram parts, hot sauce or no.

Ramparts... one word... were
the top parts of the forts.

Over them, you watch things.

- Says here the word is "o'er."
- No V.

The stars and stripes
were gallantly streaming

and gave proof that our flag was
seen by the rocket's red glare.

The lights from the rockets.

There were rockets back in
the George Washington days?

Why the fuck did it take so
long to put a man on the moon?

The moon landing was fake.

Look that shit up on Google, too.

Here we go, ready?

No, no, you're flat. You're flat.

- Fuck you.
- I am not flat.

You have to get on top of that note.

I think you're just playing
the wrong piano key over there.

You're not even singing the right words.

- Really?
- Ah, ah, ah. Start again.

Follow me.

Ma.

Nice. That was nice.

Oh, my God, Missy.

When you started singing with
us, I mean, we were tight.

Wow, y'all make me want
to love this country.

I'm sorry. Sorry. I overstepped.

No, girl, you just stepped up
our game. You singing with us.

I thought y'all was gonna
do some Supreme thing.

Who gonna jump out in the front like Diana?

Look, she gonna be in the front,
but watch your back, girls.

Doing okay in there?

Fucking cloud nine. How bad does it look?

The doctor will share his diagnosis
once he's viewed the images.

But you've had this job long enough to know

whether I have a year-ending
injury or a career-ending injury.

My job is to make certain
these images are clear.

Which means your job
is to have x-ray vision,

which means you could
definitely diagnose this

if there were a gun pointed at your head.

If, like most guns, it's made of metal,

the giant magnet in the MRI
would pull it away from my head.

So I wouldn't feel pressured
to say anything I shouldn't.

How many MRIs have you administered?

Enough to know that I can't speculate
on the images with a patient.

Fine, don't speculate.

Speak in code. Can you read these things?

- Almost done, Mr. Calloway.
- That was not my question.

And I gather you're a guy who
always gets his questions answered.

When it's involving my career, I like
to get as much information as I can.

- Ow.
- You'll have it soon enough.

Can't you just, like, wink

and tell me I'm all right? Just a wink.

Let me help you down so I can
get you into that wheelchair.

How long will I be in the wheelchair?

What do you look like
when you smile, Allison?

Ms. Pierce.

Ms. Pierce, I'm a man who makes a living

running and jumping. I need my knees.

If my knee is shot, I prefer
to get bad news from you.

I am not qualified to answer.

Let's not quibble over
qualifications. Hazard a guess.

That would be unethical.

Ethics are modifiable.

You've got politics in your future.

I want to know if I got
basketball in my future.

I'm just asking you to
do me a solid and tell me,

in your experience, what
we're dealing with here.

I'd waive my right to ethics

if you'd consider this a
unique and special case.

They're my ethics, not yours,
and everyone's a special case.

How many MRIs have you taken that
involved career-ending injuries?

Many less than those that
involve life-ending tumors.

My knee has a tumor?

I'll let the radiologist and your
team doctor know that we're done.

You can't just say "tumor" and
drop the mic. I'm dying here.

I'm not dying, but I'm dying
to know. Like, how bad is it?

Shit, you're like CIA.

Just wink if I'm gonna be okay.

Can't be unethical to have
something stuck in your eye

and you got to wink it out.

The doctors will share the
results with you momentarily.

Mr. Calloway.

So we just landed,

and now you flying back to
Atlanta to hold Cam's hand?

What about my hand? I haven't
been drafted yet, Reggie.

Jupiter, I just got to see how bad Cam is.

I'll make sure he's set up, and then
I'm getting back on a plane to you.

- Missy can't handle it?
- Missy ain't his manager.

- I'm just saying...
- Look, if you was in the hospital,

you wouldn't want me
there looking after you?

How hot are the nurses? 'Cause
if they hot, I don't need you.

Okay, Jupiter, here is some
cash for a taxi and a dinner.

Do not leave the hotel room tonight.

I'll make some calls.
I'll rearrange our stuff.

And then I'm back first
thing in the morning, okay?

Baggage claim is that way. I will
text you with the hotel details.

I need snacks.

Go directly to the hotel, room
service, get all the snacks you want.

- Seriously? You paying?
- Yes.

- 'Cause it's expensive.
- I know.

- And cashews is, like, $60.
- I got you.

- Can I have some candy?
- You're in training, Jupiter.

Get the candy. Don't leave the room.

- That's what's up.
- All right.

Go get some sleep. I'll be back.

- Tell Cam to nut up.
- All right.

Cam, you have a grade-two MCL injury.

Why the hell'd you tell
me I was gonna be okay?

Excuse me?

Ms. Pierce examined my images and told me

I was gonna be okay. That is messed up.

Did she? Allison, you care to comment?

She's right. You're gonna be okay.

You just said I tore my MCL.

No, no, I said that you
have a grade-two MCL injury.

That's a strain. That's not
a tear. That's good news.

What Derrick Rose had is bad news.

He had a tear, but
according to these pictures,

you do not have a tear.

Now we're gonna send these
images over to Doctor ***

to confirm, but that's all it is.

Then why does it hurt so bad?

Strain means it was pulled

to the tearing point but did not tear.

Sometimes strains hurt more than tears.

Where'd you read that? I
said sometimes they can.

And I don't need to have
read about it anywhere.

I only need to have been
doing this for 25 years.

And also to have been
sitting next to the bench

where I saw this man hyperextend
his knee diving for a basketball.

Any other flip questions?

No, I was just wondering
if there was an article

in a journal or something that I missed.

Yeah, you missed the article that said

radiologist speak when spoken to.

Don't get salty with me, Huffman.

Strains hurt more than tears sometimes.

That's the way the human body works.

It says, "I'm gonna
make this hurt like hell

because I want you to
sit down before it tears."

You understand? Sports injuries have
been my work for the past 25 years.

- Yeah, you already mentioned that.
- Hey, guys, it's just a strain.

You got an issue with me, why don't you
take it up with my dad, John Francoer?

- Your badge says "Frankel."
- Yeah, I changed my name.

I like to see how people treat
me before they learn my lineage.

I'll tell Dad how you spoke
to me. He will tune you up.

Well, you tell your
daddy, Lady Bird Francoer,

any time he wants to
tangle with me, I'm here.

- I'll call him right now.
- Good, text him.

I'll send him a fucking e-vite.

Good, I'll be right here.

Okay, Cam. Listen, you're
gonna miss some time.

But if you stay off it and you ice it,

you should be good to
go in a couple of weeks.

- Seriously?
- Yeah.

I don't say things that I shouldn't.

Ms. Pierce, despite your
grave error in judgment,

- excellent photos.
- Thank you, sir.

And I'm sorry about saying anything.

Water under the bridge. Can you
take him over to the nurse's station?

And, Cam, I'll be right with
you after I talk to Mr. Flaherty.

Wait here and I'll get a nurse.

Allison, I'm sorry.

You only care about yourself.

It was a shitty thing I did.

You cried boy tears and I got weak.

I've got no one to blame but myself.

I was scared. I behaved badly.

Now I'm scared laying here under
the bus with my job now at risk.

Don't worry about under the bus.
He said water under the bridge.

He's not my boss. The other guy is.

The one who works here full time.

I've never even met your
team doctor till today.

Well, that argument was about them.

Some history I don't even know
what they were talking about.

I'll say something to the radiologist.

You will say nothing
regarding me ever again.

Don't make this more than it is.

You have no grasp at all, do you?

I realize I was completely
uncool. Forgive me.

I'll tell them it was just a joke.

I'll say that you didn't
tell... Allison, listen.

Ow! Stop making a scene.

- That was fuckin' stupid.
- Hey, get back in the chair.

- Getting back. Getting back.
- In the chair.

What's this room?

This is the damage control room

where I damage people
who are out of control.

- All right, calm down.
- I'll calm down when it's time to calm down.

You threw me under the bus.

You winked. You didn't tell.

It's not your fault I'm a charming guy.

You're the worst kind of guy.

Charming when it suits you
and selfish when you're scared.

You're judging me from
a very small sample size.

People's behavior under duress
reveals who they really are.

You drop F-bombs on people
who are trying to help you

and you put their jobs at risk
when they're trying to comfort you.

This is no one's fault but my own,

but, damn, Mr. Superstar,

you're a superstar jerk, aren't you?

Let me make it up to
you. Let me take you out.

Right, because I'm a woman

and not only am I swayed by
boy tears, but all I really want

is just a nice dinner date
to make everything better.

If that's how you say yes, great.

My mother would hate me
for talking like this,

but my daddy would love it. Fuck you!

I was in pain. Actually, I'm still in pain.

But this is good. This is distracting me.

Give me my phone or I will call security.

I'm gonna call my cell from your
phone so that I have your number

and you can continue to
chew me out in private

because this is really constructive.
I just need your password.

F-U-C-K-O-F-F.

"Fuckoff." Didn't work.

I'll try again, but if it's
wrong, your phone's gonna freeze.

Give me my fucking phone.

I'm feeling something electric here.

- Rage.
- Yeah, I like it.

You want to explore this
over sushi? You like sushi?

When a woman stands up
to a privileged asshole,

it releases all kinds
of unfamiliar endorphins.

- How about Italian?
- Get well soon, fucko.

Wetzel Pretzel at Lenox Mall?

It's "gallantly," not "valiantly."

- You said "or." It's "o'er."
- It's cold in here.

That's why I wear my driver's gloves.

You got to get yourself
some of them lambskins.

They do more for you than just condoms.

They fit my ram parts.

- I should be out front. Tell her.
- Not a chance, Sparkle.

Listen, can we just please
get our phones back, okay?

I'm not good without my phone. My
phone needs me, and I need my phone.

In due time. We need to do
this without the sheets now.

Say, man, I ain't even singing.
Why'd you take my phone?

Because you kept showing
videos to these guys.

So instead of learning
the words, they watched.

It was a little funny, though, wasn't it?

No, it wasn't. I work for
Georgia Southeastern University.

And neither this school nor this
nation will be embarrassed by you.

What?

We go on in half an hour.

Sing it right so I can
get my fucking phone back.

I'll have you released.

We'll transport you home in about five.

- You good?
- Yeah.

All right.

This is Dr. Huffman. Could you
please connect me to the MRI room?

Allison Pierce, MRI.

Cam Calloway, seriously sorry.

Jesus, Mary, and Joseph.

Look, you have every
right to be angry with me.

Everything you said about
me is completely true.

But I'm telling you from
the bottom of my heart,

I am not the guy that you witnessed

in the last two hours of meeting me.

I'm a flawed person,
but I'm not irredeemable.

And I really want to take you out.

You keep telling me that,

and I keep telling you to leave me alone.

I will if you go on one date.

So I have to pay a date
ransom to stop your stalking?

Whatever works. Let's just call it

an off-site formal apology appointment

where I once again express my regret

for having an incredibly bad moment.

Or two. Or more.

My shift ends at 2:00 A.M.

If you're here, maybe you
get my number. Not promising.

Um, look, I got to ice and rest

and then soon there's about
to be a Vicodin in my blood.

2:00 A.M. is unlikely.

Good. Look at us.

We met, said hello, fought, said good-bye.

We got through a whole relationship
without having to have one.

Oh, my God, baby. Why didn't
you call me first thing?

I knew you had your big thing.

Baby, you are my thing. You're my son.

I know. I'm fine. It's just a strain.

Thank God. I'm gonna be fine.

I didn't want you guys to
know until after you sang.

Oh, baby, you're more important to
us than some national fucking anthem.

I know, but, hey, the
show must go on and all.

Well, it's going on without us.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Oh, shit.

All right, bye. Bye.

Ms. Pierce.

Hang on, I got a pen and paper somewhere.

That's cold.

How do I know that this is really you?

Hi, you've reached Allison.

- Leave a message.
- See you soon.

Did you get a good look at her?

No, but I did get a look at your knee,

and you need to be off it.

So now that you got this
random shorty's number,

can we please go home?

She ain't random.

You didn't have to fly back, man.

Shit happens. You best
be getting back on a plane

because Jupiter alone in Denver,
definition of "shit happens."

Man, I'm just glad you're all right, Cam.

I land in Denver, I get all these texts.

My heart's in my throat.
Just not a good day for me.

And I know it was not a good day for you.

I think I really like this girl.

You don't even know her.

I got instincts.

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