01x01 - X's & O's

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(BASKETBALL BOUNCING)

BELL BROTHER :
My brother and I always dreamt

of becoming the greatest of all time.

And for one of us,
that dream was about to come true.

(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)

MIKE BREEN: And so the championship
comes down to one last possession.

Bell bringing it up, crosses him over,
shakes free at mid-court.

-He elevates. Finishes. And a foul!
-(WHISTLE BLOWS)

MIKE BREEN: But, oh, he's down.
Looks like he hurt his sh**ting hand.

Wait a minute. He is staying in the game.

Point three seconds left.

It's all up to this rookie MVP
to make the sh*t.

Game on the line, kid. Don't brick it.

BELL BROTHER : Every GOAT needs
to have talent, timing, and teachers.

Dad's basketball rule number .

Plan to win.

Play your game.

(UPBEAT MUSIC INTENSIFIES)

-(MUSIC FADES)
-BELL BROTHER : Prepare to adjust.

JB: That's a bad look, Filthy. Go, baby.

Let's do it.

(UPBEAT RAP MUSIC PLAYING)

Ooh! (GRUNTS)

Must be a dentist
'cause that was in his grill!

BELL BROTHER : Ball was our life.

There was only one word
in our dictionary, win.

I'm dribblin' at the top of the key.

I'm movin' and groovin'.
I'm poppin' and rockin'.

Why you bumpin'? Why you lockin'?

Man, take this thumpin'.

-Bro, just play ball, man! What you got?
-This right here for you.

BELL BROTHER : Muhammad Ali
and Deion Sanders didn't just talk.

They were truth tellers and day dreamers.
Top of their game rhyme schemers.

Just like me. Words matter, bro.

Josh Bell's the name.
Filthy McNasty's the claim to fame.

Dad dubbed me that
'cause my game's acclaimed.

So downright dirty,
it'll put you to shame.

Come on, baby. Let's go.

BELL BROTHER : Jordan Bell,
also known as JB.

When he sh**t from deep, believe.
His jumper falls like leaves.

Battle of the Bells. Game point!
Let's go, Filthy!

BELL BROTHER : Chuck Bell's Da Man.
Balled from LA to Japan.

Game was super bad.
But now he's just our super dad.

Come on, man.
You got to do better than that.

BELL BROTHER : The Crossover.
Staple of all great ballers.

Iverson, Kyrie, D-Will.

A simple move where a player
quickly dribbles from one hand to another.

As in, think I'm going one way, but...

-CHUCK: Booyah!
-FILTHY: Yeah, come on, now.

-Come on! Ah!
-(GRUNTS) Get some crutches,

-he broke both of his ankles!
-Yeah!

Uh-uh, uh-uh. No. Uh-uh-uh.
Basketball rule number one.

In the game of life, family is the court,
basketball is the heart.

Always leave your heart on the court.

Win or lose, y'all play together.

-(BOTH GRUNT)
-All right, boys. Now, if I make this?

-Donuts.
-All right, let's see.

(UPBEAT MUSIC CONCLUDES)

What a difference

A day makes

Twenty-four little hours

Brought the sun and the flowers

Where there used to be rain

My yesterday was blue, dear

JB: Hey, you know
who's better than Kobe?

-FILTHY: Who?
-JB: Michael Jordan.

-FILTHY: What?
-CHUCK: There you go.

-FILTHY: Better than the Mamba?
-JB: Yeah.

-(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
-(SIGHS)

CHUCK: ...ever! They visualized victory!
MJ made it happen.

BELL BROTHER : Dr. Crystal Bell.

All-star scholar. Fam sh*t-caller.
Beloved, dear Mama.

Mom! Please tell these guys,
in your opinion, who is the GOAT?

Oh. That's easy. Chuck "Da Man" Bell.
(CHUCKLES)

-Am I right?
-CHUCK: That's right.

Baby, you know the rule.

No basketball at the table.

And you two, homework, dinner, then bed.

Wait, what about dessert? Dad won donuts.

Okay.

-You gotta play my game.
-Let's go!

Spelling bee. "Aerial."

-All right.
-Oh, no, no. I was thinking.

-I was thinkin' of the word. "Ariel."
-CRYSTAL: Uh-huh. Uh-huh.

A-R-I-E-L. Was a little mermaid
who lived under the sea.

Under the sea, under the sea

You gonna be living under the sea
if I don't hear it spelled correctly.

"Aerial."

A-E-R-I-A-L.

As in, flying up above
As in, birds in the air

As in, Filthy soars to places
Eagles wouldn't dare

-(CHUCK CHUCKLES)
-CRYSTAL: Okay. (LAUGHS)

Seems like someone's been studying.

-Thank you.
-And someone hasn't.

Your English teacher tells me
that you've got missing work.

Hey, Chuck, what does that tell us?

That you're not managing your time

or maybe basketball
is taking too much of it.

-Hey, babe, don't blame it on the game.
-I'm not blaming the game or the coach.

But I'm reminding you that getting into
a good high school requires good grades.

-JB, that proposal cannot be late.
-What proposal?

Oh, it's our semester paper
for English class. The Passion Project.

It's about what we'll do
when we get older, or what we love now.

I'm doing hoops.

Good man. Same for you, huh, JB?

What else?

Boy, if you miss this deadline,
you're gonna drop to a C.

So turn it in before the Lakeside game
or you won't play.

-What?
-What?

-Chuck.
-You heard your mom. Come on now.

I got a winning game plan,

but my best sh**t
is about to be benched?

With Ace Howard,
head coach of Beacon Academy,

sitting in the bleachers?

(RAP MUSIC PLAYING)

Ace Howard's gonna be there?

He has coached, like, five pro players!
We're talking NBA pipeline.

He sees us b*at the champs, and we're in!

Yeah. Well, it starts with JB
b*ating this proposal.

I am about GPA, not NBA.

Mom, don't even worry about it, okay?
He's got this. I'll make sure of it.

All right.

Hey! Don't you dare eat both those,
put it down. Put it...

-CHUCK: Hey.
-Put it...

-Put it down. Exactly...
-I'm eating you, right? Come on, girl.

-(CHUCKLES)
-CHUCK: Okay.

(RAP MUSIC PLAYING)

-Yo!
-Who are you texting?

I'm not texting and why
are you snatching off my headphones?

-Hey, you wanna hear my new b*at?
-I wanna see you do your work.

Look, that whole page is blank.

-The passion proposal part is easy.
-You know I'm not good at papers.

Check this out.

Come on. Let me show you something.

-JB: You're missing out on that b*at.
-FILTHY: I know "Headphones,"

but this is what I do care about.

Step one. Get into Beacon for high school.

Step two. College ball. Final Four,
me versus you. I win.

Step three. Get drafted to the Lakers.

And step four.
Retiring to the NBA Hall of Fame

as the new GOATs.

You remember when we made this, right?

I made it, you talked about it.

And I never agreed
with all of step two, man.

My bad, I just thought
it might inspire something.

Bro, Dad is a baller
with a championship ring.

That's inspiration enough.

Look, you cannot miss this game, JB.

Promise me that
that proposal's gonna be fire.

It's gonna be lava, bro. Promise.

Throwing socks now?

(RAP MUSIC PLAYING)

-VONDIE: What's up?
-JB: What's good, Vondie?

Hey, Maya. Psych!

-What's up, G?
-Okay.

Quick shoulder shake, a slick eye fake

Oh, JB's too late

Vondie's reading me like a book
But I got him shook

'Cause his feet are the bank
And I am the...

Crook!

You gotta work on those handles,
Langston Hughes.

All that game

-but Maya made you look lame.
-Whatever.

BELL BROTHER : Maya the Defiant plus
Vondie the Giant

make up this crew
like a superhero alliance.

All right, all right, all right,
Filthy, I'm on deadline for the paper.

Lakeside b*at you by
in last year's championship. Thoughts?

-You can ask me. I was there, too.
-Yeah, but...

Uh, your rival school led by Zuma Rivers,

one of the top-most ranked players
in the state.

Who nasty-dunked in your face.

-Okay, really, bruh?
-Will Zuma best you again?

That fool's getting schooled, uncooled

'Cause when Filthy gets hot
He got a slammerific sh*t

It's supersonic sassy
Dunkalicious classy

-And downright in your face McNasty!
-MAYA: All right.

CRYSTAL: Good morning.

Ooh, someone is dressed for success.

Interview with the superintendent
this afternoon.

-Ooh. I am nervous.
-No, don't be.

You're already doing the principal's job
in an acting capacity.

-Oh!
-You've taught,

you've been an administrator,
and the kids love you here.

-(GIRLS CLAMOR)
-Mm-hmm. Hey, hey, hey! Unless Cardi B

is making a surprise appearance

at the end of the hallway,
there is no running in it.

-FEMALE VOICE: Sorry Dr. Bell!
-But look, if she is, let me know. Okurr?

(CHUCKLES) Principal Bell
will not be denied.

Hmm. Thank you, girl.

(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)

MALE VOICE: What's up, little man?
Hey, Vondie.

Hey! They got DJ Semple Plan
for the Fall Dance.

Are you asking anyone to go, Filthy?

Uh, no, I thought we were
all going together.

-Josh?
-(RECORD SCRATCH)

Close your eyes, make a wish

And blow out the candlelight

-(RECORD SCRATCH)
-Josh? Josh, say hello.

Hi, Josh. Do you remember me?

-What's up, Alexis? Do you go here now?
-Yeah. I just moved back.

My parents split.
So now, I gotta split my time.

-Oh, wow. I'm sorry to hear, Alexis.
-ALEXIS: It's okay, it happens.

-Love the hair, Josh.
-Filthy's wings. They let him fly.

Yeah, yeah, will you walk Alexis
to Ms. Rojas-Pierre's class please?

(ROMANTIC MUSIC PLAYING)

Okay.

CHUCK: Use your fingertips.

BELL BROTHER : Pulchritudinous.

Having great physical beauty or appeal.
As in, "Alexis was pulchritudinous."

As in, "I'd never had a girlfriend
but if I did, she'd be pulchritudinous."

(CHUCK CLEARS THROAT)

(EXHALES)

(ROMANTIC MUSIC FADES)

-Hey, he needs to align his chakras.
-No. He needs to bend his knees.

Are you allergic to freebies?

Come on, son. I want you
to sh**t with the fingertips.

All right, you square up, bend your knees.

-MALE VOICE: Bro, chill.
-Follow through. Hey!

What are you doing? I'm over here
coming up with the Xs and Os for Lakeside.

-And you're dancing?
-Come on Pops, I'm just...

Okay, all of you,
I want you to run six laps

while you wait your turn. Go!
Gio, get 'em, go!

GIO: (BLOWS WHISTLE)
Come on! You heard the man.

Let's go! Move, move.

Look... (CLEARS THROAT) ...now I know

that you're excited about Coach Howard
coming and getting into Beacon...

but the big picture's for later.
Basketball rule number ten.

It's one sh*t, one stop,
one game at a time.

All right, run, run. Move, move! Groove!

(COUGHS)

-(GRUNTS, GROANS)
-GIO: Chuck! Chuck!

-Hey Chuck! Hey, you all right?
-JB: Dad! Dad, you good?

-(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
-Yo, somebody call !

JB: All right, you're good. Hold on, Dad.

-(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
-(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)

BELL BROTHER :
Despite everything going on,

I know what Da Man would say.
"Keep ballin.

"'Cause the minute you stop
playing your game, you already lost."

ZUMA: Look, I don't care where we play.

-MALE VOICE: Yeah.
-All right, I'll b*at the Bells

at their house, our house,
or the Waffle House. All right?

It's not a thing they can do.
Especially you, Filthy. Yeah, Lakeside!

(ALL CHEERING)

(COUGHS, CLEARS THROAT)

-Dad.
-CHUCK: Oh, boy!

Hmm.

-JB: What happened, Dad? You okay?
-CHUCK: Yeah.

I'm fine. I'm fine, okay?

I'm fine. I'm Chuck "Da Man" Bell.
What do you kids say? I'm "Gucci"?

Yes, kids said that, in elementary school.

Oh, be nice.

For real, Dad. Are you okay?

-It was just an asthma att*ck.
-JB: Asthma?

Asthma never sent you
to the hospital before.

Look, your dad just needs rest
and a few days off. Okay?

Few days? What about practice?

For now, I'm on the bench.

The bench? Dad, you're not coaching?
You've never not coached us.

Gio can't coach!

He doesn't even know the plays.
Not like you do.

Okay, listen, he has my playbook.

Unless his chakras is messed up,
you are good.

(SOMBER MUSIC PLAYING)

Now, come on. The game is on soon.
We'll stop by Pollards' Wings,

get the Wing-a-Palooza. Right?

What kind you like?

Fine. (CLEARS THROAT)

No Wing-a-Palooza.
(GROANS) I can't even watch the game?

(CHUCKLES) Not without acting
like a madman. You heard the doctor.

-I've had asthma all my life, babe.
-It's not just that, and you know it.

Your blood pressure's high.
Your cholesterol is ugly.

Don't mess with me on this, Chuck.

Your dad ignored all his symptoms
until it was too late to do anything.

CHUCK: I know. All right.

Oh, man. Wait, you missed your interview.

Hand me the rest of the pillows.

I, um, I... I went.

And?

And?

(BREATHES DEEPLY) And...

I got the job.

-You got the job?
-I got the job.

-Babe, come here.
-Yeah.

-I got the job.
-You Dr. Principal Bell?

-You did it? Babe, I'm so proud of you.
-(SHUSHES) Calm down.

Babe, you gonna be
the GOAT principal.

-You tell the boys?
-(SHUSHES)

Honey, we gotta celebrate!

Listen, I'm gonna tell the boys.
You need rest.

-But, babe, this is major.
-Calm down.

-Is it?
-CHUCK: Yeah.

-I mean, my heart love got her dream gig.
-Mm-hmm.

Wow, I see big things.

Oh. (CHUCKLES)

-And I see sleep or reading.
-(CHUCKLES)

-No TV.
-Ah.

-That's cold-blooded.
-Mm-hmm.

(SLOW JAZZ MUSIC PLAYING)

-Doctor.
-CRYSTAL: Night.

-(CROWD CHEERING)
-(WHISTLE BLOWING)

Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah.

(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)

(MID-TEMPO MUSIC PLAYING)

-FILTHY: Yo, bro, you asleep?
-Nah.

What're we gonna do?

(EXHALES) About Zuma?

I was thinking
maybe a clap back video, but...

Not Zuma, about Dad.

Dad's fine.
Doctor said it was just asthma.

-That's scary, man. I'm worried.
-Worry about finishing that proposal.

Look, we gotta show
Coach Howard how we do.

Basketball rule number .
If you wanna be the man,

-you gotta stick to the plan.
-Plans change, Josh. Clearly.

Nothing changes.

We ball, and we win.

-JB?
-Do the proposal. Yeah, I got it.

Nah, bruh.

You wanna help me
pick out some clothes for tomorrow?

(SNICKERS)

You finally figured out Maya likes you?

(CHUCKLES) Nah, man, we're just friends.
I, uh, I just wanna look nice, that's it.

Like who? Anybody come to mind?

Oh, here we go.

Just trust me. I got you, bro.

-You got me.
-(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)

-JB: It was pretty scary there.
-MAYA: Yeah, I pretty much hate hospitals.

-Anyway, I hope your dad's okay.
-He is, he's just not coaching,

which is really scary,
because losing this game would be...

abysmal.

Abysmal, as in, unfathomable.

As in, "These fries are abysmal."

-What?
-As in hopelessly bad.

All right, say that then, bro.

Always using these big old words.

-My bad.
-Hey, if you don't want your fries,

-I'll eat 'em.
-FILTHY: Hands off.

-Oh, wow. You, too?
-VONDIE: So...

what if Coach can't coach again?

Why do you keep talking about how he is?
I said he's fine!

Let your neck breathe, dawg.

Sometimes it's annoying when people care,
but it's worse when they don't.

What's up?

sh**t!

JB: Yo, chill.

-Wow! Hey, guys.
-JB: Hey.

ALEXIS: Oh, um...

nice shirt.

(SOFT MUSIC PLAYING)

-I'm sure JB picked out his fit.
-(CHUCKLES)

Oh. Mr. Fashion.

Okay, I see you, JB.

Filthy hoops, but he has zero swag.

-JB: Yeah, yeah.
-(ALL LAUGH)

-Yeah, my man's swag is abysmal, huh?
-(ALL LAUGH)

-MAYA: As in, unfathomable.
-VONDIE: No.

-(ALL LAUGH)
-CHUCK: Where's my snacks?

(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)

CHUCK: Hmm.

Chuck is going to be fine.
Can we focus on you and your new job?

-(CHUCKLES) Girl, I'm still in shock.
-You're ready for this.

-Am I?
-Yes.

-I need a new wardrobe.
-(CHUCKLES)

I have to attend conferences
every weekend.

Constantly balance the budget.
Meet the board.

And now Chuck has to do
an entire battery of medical tests.

And the boys are...

-Still no answer.
-(PHONE RINGING)

(UPBEAT MUSIC FADES)

(CHUCKLES) What can I say in my defense?

MAN ON TV: Here we go.
And we're back in the game.

Oh, he doubles back, passes on to six.

Here we go. Emerson up for two.

Boom! It's raining from downtown.
That brings him up...

-Hey, yo, can we talk?
-After the game.

Do you remember when Maya's mom
was just supposed to be in the hospital

-for a few weeks and then...
-FILTHY: Yes,

I do remember and it sucked.
But right now, our biggest problem

is a -year-old Steph Curry look-alike
who can sh**t our lights out.

Our biggest problem is that Dad is sick!
Stop hiding behind ball, Josh.

I'm not hiding behind anything.

I'm focused on what matters
and you're not.

So whatever, I don't need you.
I'll b*at Lakeside by myself.

Hey, hey, hey, hey!
What's going on in here?

I know you not squaring off, in my house?

He is blowing the Lakeside game

and our chance to get into Beacon
and he doesn't even care.

I care about Dad, and you don't.

-I do care, Jordan.
-Quiet, now!

Let me tell you something.
I need you to hear me.

Things happen.
Life comes at you hard and fast.

Like Zion Williamson.

-I pay attention.
-This is a team, boys.

We celebrate wins and we console losses,

but no matter what happens,
you're a net tied together.

That's right, you boys are connected.

And you always will be.
So, whatever this is,

put it behind you.

BOTH: Sorry.

Filthy, free throws.
And you, finish the proposal.

(JB SIGHS)

(DOOR SLAMS)

We're destined for greatness
Nobody ever thought we would make it

Watch how far we take it

Pass the stars and spaceships
From a city where the music is sacred


You're in the presence of a rebel now

Yeah we about to take it
To another level now

'Bout time everybody got together now

Things are looking better now
We can live forever now

(DOOR KNOCKING)

(SONG ENDS ABRUPTLY)

Are you working or texting?

(CRICKETS CHIRPING)

JB...

Mom, I'm not like Filthy.

What do you mean?

He loves basketball more than anything.

-CHUCK: Ooh, play it off.
-What if I just like it?

What would Dad say?

You think that's all you have in common
with your father?

-(BASKETBALL BOUNCING)
-(HOOP THUDS)

(SIGHS)

I think he would say that he still
loves his son no matter what.

Look, I know the game is a lot,
especially around here.

But it's not everything, JB.

-Okay?
-All right.

(SIGHS)

-I love you.
-Love you, too.

Get that proposal done.

(PENSIVE MUSIC PLAYING)

-(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
-FILTHY: You got this, right?

-Bro, are you serious?
-Come on.

FILTHY: Do you even care about the game?

JB: Listen, Miss Janice...

I didn't write a proposal.

But I did kinda work on something.
And I can tell you about it after class.

That was not the assignment.

-I know, but...
-JANICE: I'll tell you what.

I am willing to make an exception, but...

only if you share your passion
with the class.

You... you mean now? Out loud?

(EXHALES DEEPLY)

How can you sh**t for your passion
when the goal is so far away?

This is what I know.

Basketball is in my life
But it is not my life

(SOFT MUSIC PLAYING)

My photography skills are sweet
And I love making beats

I'm really into clothes
Be cool to design 'em

I like cooking food so maybe I'll dine 'em

Basketball rule number
Sometimes you gotta take a time... out

Percolate, as in, discover your greatness

As in, I'm , I'm still searching
My sole passion? I have no idea

But here's what's clear

I'm gonna percolate this whole year

Then maybe I can present
My masterpiece to you

And you

And you

And me

-FEMALE VOICE: Good.
-(ALL APPLAUD)

MALE VOICE: Nice.

FEMALE VOICE: Hey!

MALE VOICE: Yo, man!

Unconventional. But provocative.

I can't wait to learn what you discover.

Percolate on, Mr. Bell.

BELL BROTHER :
From day one, we'd shared our passion.

But it seemed JB's heart
was in another place.

-(MARCHING BAND PLAYS)
-(CHEERLEADERS CHEER)

-FEMALE VOICE: Let's go!
-(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

FEMALE VOICE: Go Lions!

BELL BROTHER : A good hero needs
a great villain to battle.

Zuma was mine.

You got hops but you still mine, Filthy.
Just like last season.

(SCOFFS) Your breath smells like
you ain't brushed it since last season.

It's gonna be a long night.

Hey, I'm nervous for you.

Look, coach from Beacon Academy is here.

-COACH HOWARD: Chuck "Da Man." Crystal.
-CHUCK: Hey. Coach Howard.

-Gonna be a great game tonight.
-Yeah, your boys, they got a great coach.

-Mm-hmm.
-A benched coach, you hear me?

The only reason why I let you come
is 'cause you said you'd stay calm.

Uh, I'm totally zen, Principal Bell.

Oh, stop it. You know that's not official
till Monday.

I hope I'm ready for it.

I've known you all my life.
It's nothing you can't handle.

-Aw.
-Mm-hmm. I know it's early,

-but do you think I can get a raise?
-No.

BELL BROTHER : When obstacles arise,

Dad always said, "Put on your game face.
Full court press your fears.

"Keep your eyes on the ball.
And never lose sight of the goal."

(BASKETBALL BOUNCING)

Filthy looks nervous, I hope he's okay.

-You checking for him?
-(CHUCKLES)

He's looking.

I'm that obvious, huh?

-Little bit.
-(CHUCKLES)

(UPBEAT RAP MUSIC PLAYING)

CHUCK: Bend your knees, square up,
follow through, come on.

CHUCK: Yeah.

Pass it!

(CROWD CLAMORING)

BELL BROTHER : Dad, Coach, Alexis.

It's so easy to fold under the weight
of heavy expectations,

when all eyes are on you.

MALE VOICE: Filthy, you've gotta do this!

Run the play, Filthy!

Sit down and calm yourself
or you're out of here this second.

-MALE VOICE : Go! Come on!
-MALE VOICE : Right there!

MALE VOICE: Come on!

ZUMA: Told you it's gonna be
a long night, boy!

-MALE VOICE: Bring it in! Bring it in!
-BELL BROTHER : Yeah, it was, as in...

This game is a fiasco, all right?
It's clearly not going as planned.

'Cause you're a ball hog.
You're not even passing to JB!

-Oh, really? Get a rebound, Vondie!
-When you hit a sh*t, maybe I would!

That doesn't even make sense.

-MALE VOICE: Yo, come on.
-(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

-MALE VOICE: We on the same team.
-(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

There is a lot of game left, man.
Let's turn it around.

-We gotta visualize victory like...
-Oh, so what, you MJ now?

-Bro, I'm talking ' Bulls!
-Now, who's living in denial?

Filthy, I'm talking about us, all right?

Me and you.

-If we lose to Lakeside...
-Win or lose,

we go hard, together man.
Just like we always have.

And always will.

We got this. Hey, come here, y'all!

-Hey, come here, gather around.
-Hey, put your hands in right now.

Listen, we got this. So let's rock this!

ALL: We got this! Let's rock this!
We got this! Let's rock this!

-(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)
-(CROWD CHEERS)

-Yeah!
-Yeah!

CHUCK: D him up. D up!

Come on! Yeah!

GIO: Run it, bring it up.

(MUSIC INTENSIFIES)

-(WHISTLE BLOWS)
-(CROWD CHEERS)

Go on and dance, I ain't mad at you!

-Whoo!
-Sit down.

Let's go!

BELL BROTHER :
The game is fluid, it becomes instinct.

You acclimate, you adapt, you overcome,
a smooth pivot, a sick double cross.

-(WHISTLE BLOWS)
-Hey!

-Oh!
-Hey! Bro! What you doing

-all that for man? Chill out!
-Get up man. Hey, you all right?

(CROWD APPLAUDS)

MALE VOICE: You got it, come on.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

You got this, bro, all right?

-MALE VOICE: Call the sh*ts.
-FEMALE VOICE: It's all you.

(CROWD CHEERING)

Game on the line, kid. Don't brick it.

(SOFT PIANO MUSIC PLAYING)

BELL BROTHER : We dreamt
of becoming GOATs together

and we did.

We just never knew
who would be on the court in the end.

BELL BROTHER : You draw up a game plan...

but once the ball tips-off...

-(CROWD CHEERS, APPLAUDS)
-(BUZZER BLARES)

...all those Xs and Os
go right out the window.

-(CROWD GROANS)
-(BUZZER BLARES)

BELL BROTHER : No matter what happens...

-That's okay, Josh.
-That's okay.

ALEXIS: It's okay, you got it.

(CHEERING)

BELL BROTHER : ...you do
what it takes to win.

Let's go!

You and me.

BELL BROTHER : In the game.

(CROWD CHEERING)

And in life.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

MALE VOICE: Great game.

-COACH HOWARD: Nice job, Zuma.
-Thank you.

I wanna invite you
to my select summer camp.

-You for real?
-Yeah.

-All right, I'm gonna text you, Coach.
-Yeah.

I hope that L hurt, Filthy.

Not as much as it'll hurt
when we win that championship, Zuma.

-All right. We're gonna see.
-We'll see.

COACH HOWARD: Good game out there.

Uh, thanks. But we lost.

You persevered, and you adapted.
That's what I want at Beacon. You too, JB.

Keep sh**ting. I'll be watching.

Thank you.

Yo! We're all good.

Thanks to you,
making up all that stupid stuff

about making beats and cooking
for your passion proposal, man.

-Good stuff!
-Actually, Filthy, it was true.

All of it.

(MID-TEMPO MUSIC PLAYING)

-Hey!
-Hey.

-Hey.
-Well done!

-Thank you.
-You did great.

-He was focused, strong comeback.
-CRYSTAL: Mm-hmm.

-Hey, see you at home, okay?
-See you.

Filthy, Filthy!
You lost the game, but like, how...

Look, it's not a good time, Maya.

MAYA: Okay, okay, okay, I'm sorry.
But that second half of the game, Filthy.

-You k*lled it, bro. You were on it!
-Okay, okay.

Hey, guys. How y'all doin'?

-MAYA: Hey, Alexis.
-Hey, Alexis.

-Hey, Filthy. Oh, JB.
-Hey...

-JB: What's up, Alexis?
-You didn't know?

JB asked her to the dance.

You good?

BELL BROTHER : You think
things are going one way,

but in the blink of an eye,
it changes direction.

A quick shoulder shake, a slick eye fake.

And just like that,
you're left off balance,

trying to play
yourself back into position.

As in, the crossover.

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

(THEME MUSIC CONCLUDES)