Ah...
Let's dance
Put on your red shoes
Woo!
Two motherfucking rings!
Best believe this shit ain't no fluke!
All the work. All the pain.
All the flights and time away from family.
It's wild.
The love. The glory.
Quiet that voice saying you can't do it.
That somebody else better.
Fuck that voice.
I'm all of that. We all of that.
Hearing me a new voice.
One that say, "I ain't never losing."
On top of the world, and that there's where I'm gonna stay.
Ah...
There it is
Yeah, ah, uh
Yeah
Okay
Check it out
Death to the pigs is my basic statement
I spit street stories 'til I taste the pavement
Tryin' to stay out the pen where we face enslavement
Had a foolproof hustle 'til they traced the payments
I was grippin' my palm around some shitty rum
Tryin' to find psalm number 151
To forget what I'm owed, as I clutch the commode
I read "Put down the bottle and come get the gun"
Let's get off the chain like Kunta Kinte with a MAC-10
They want us gone like a dollar in a crack den
Steadily subtractin' seeds and stems
Mind cloudy through the wheeze and phlegm
Numbin' my brain off of that and the Jesus hymns
If we waiting for the time to fight, these is thems
Tellin' us to relax while they ease it in
We gettin greased again
The truth I write is so cold
It'd freeze my pen
I'm Boots Riley it's a pleasure to meet you
Never let they punk ass ever defeat you
They got us on the corner wearin' pleather and see-thru
All y'all's gold mines, they wanna deplete you
I ain't just finna rap on the track, I finna clap on 'em back
And it's been stackin' to that
500 years before Iceberg ever leaned back in the 'lac
Before they told Rosa "Black in the back"
Before the CIA told Ricky Ross to put crack in a sack
And Gil Scott traded rappin' for smack
This beat alone should get platinum plaques
I'd rather see a million of us ecstatic to scrap
'Cause if we bappin' 'em back we automatically stack
Women were the same--
Hello, everybody. I'm Chick Hearn, here at the Spectrum in Philadelphia,
where the Lakers square off against the Philadelphia 76ers
yet again.
If they can win, they will be the first team
in 14 years to repeat as champions.
A feat, I might add, not accomplished since the Boston Celtics in 1969.
-That was a great team, too. -They were a pretty good team.
I think we've got a better one, my friend.
Yep. Larry couldn't get it done, so it's Sixers again.
Good news is we did done it before.
Twice. Third time's the charm, baby.
Okay. Who trying to win the championship?
Let's go! Let's go!
Hey! Hey!
Hey! What is this, a fuckin' party?
These guys are hungry! They want revenge!
Don't take them light, okay? This is not a fuckin' party.
I don't wanna see anyone gettin' too comfortable.
These guys are not fuckin' around, you hear me?
They mean business. Let's go! Focus up.
Go kick their fucking ass.
Game time, baby!
-You guys get a cheesesteak? -Yeah.
-Terrible. Not cheese, not a steak.
To each his own.
It's gonna be déja vù all over again for these people.
Malone with the jam.
Kareem looking overpowered right out of the gate, Keith.
Let's see how he responds on offense.
Two-time MVP and former ABA standout
is dominating Kareem in every phase of the game.
Dammit!
Sixers trounce the Lakers tonight, Keith,
and my friends, I'll tell you, it was never even close.
-Cap! Can you stop Moses? -At this point in your career,
maybe he's just too physical for you.
It's one game.
Toney, charging up the court already with 15 points for the 76ers.
And another one.
Nixon fires. Throws a rope. No good.
Can't you tell I'm hurt! You supposed to help!
-Use your own. Use your own. -Come on, man!
Nixon with a bruised shoulder, still trying to keep up with Toney.
And that makes 19 points for Andrew Toney for the 76ers.
And game two goes to the Sixers.
And I'll tell you what Keith, the story tonight, Norm Nixon,
whose speed has always been his strength,
but looking like no match tonight
for that wily first step of the young sharpshooter, Andrew Toney.
Do not rush! Put a body on him.
Moses down low, bodies Kareem.
One, twice, No harm, no foul.
-Slam dunk! -2-0!
Tonight, Moses is truly earning the nickname
-Chairman of the Board. -Come on, upcourt!
God damn it! Move the fucking ball!
Riley shouting himself hoarse, but absolutely no answers
for that Sixers onslaught.
Course they're gettin' every loose ball! They're hustling!
Course they're gettin' every call! They're bein' aggressive!
They want it more! What do you want? A summer vacation?
By golly, Keith. The Lakers lookin' for a miracle,
but no team has ever come back from a 3-0 deficit.
Never? Oh, it's on now.
Magic lays it up. Rejected!
Doc says, "Get that outta here."
Come on, you got teammates! You got teammates!
Safe to say Julius is playing inspired ball,
hoping to get his first NBA championship after several bites at the apple.
And LA now in desperation time.
These Sixers looking like a very different team
from last year.
And the Lakers looking like one too.
Here we go.
-Magic, down low. -Magic! Magic!
Ball, ball, ball, ball! I'm open!
And he's bottled up.
Ball! Ball!
He's got to get rid of it.
Throws up a prayer...
Ah!
...and no answer from the man upstairs.
Mo Cheeks running out with it,
and he's gonna put an exclamation point on this one, folks.
And, well, does it count as gloating when you earn it?
This team surely did, almost sweeping every round,
and nearly fulfilling Moses' prediction
"fo, fo, fo," winning a championship "fo" Philadelphia.
Remember how I said winning shuts up that nasty voice in your head?
Well, it's loud now, and it's taking me down.
Hey, I'm gonna get a cab.
Okay.
He called it. Red.
Said it wouldn't last.
Like a fuckin' prophecy.
Well, you can always go back to real estate.
Did you see the game?
Heard.
It's good news, kiddo. They're done.
Made it further than us.
They made it to the dance and then landed on their asses.
Buss'll throw his money at it but West is in charge now
so he'll wet the bed.
Either way, the problem is the foundation.
Kareem's past his prime, and your pal Magic,
he's no leader.
Well, he ain't you.
It's our decade.
They had their minute. Now it's over.
Hope not.
Not till I get my shot.
A sweep! A fucking sweep!
We couldn't win one goddamn game!
-No, we got molly-wopped. -Bastards.
It was injuries.
-What are you saying, Bill? -Injuries.
Oh, he's blamin' the fuckin' injuries,
but he should be fuckin' blamin' me!
Last year, I became the GM, and Bill here left me a gift.
The number-one draft pick.
And I picked James Worthy.
That's Jordan. Beautiful pass to Worthy!
Superb basketball. To Worthy!
Best player on a college championship winnin' team.
That also included a kid named Michael Jordan.
Worthy broke his fuckin' leg four games from the fuckin' playoffs.
That wasn't the issue.
I should've made adjustments.
No, Pat. You could've been John fuckin' Wooden.
It wouldn't have made one fuckin' difference.
The roster is flawed, okay?
We need to make some changes, shake some things up, big moves.
Well, figure it out! Fast!
We just wasted a year of our lives,
and I am not doing that again!
I've been a free agent for three months.
You can't find me one fucking offer?
Cap, it's me, the Great White Knight.
If the finals ended differently,
I'm sure I'd be showing you a raft of options.
What happened with New York? Was it the money?
-It's not the money. -'Cause I'm willing to negotiate.
I wanna go home. Be with family.
They're not interested, Cap. There were concerns.
And this is them saying it, not me.
I think you're the bud on a rose.
Cap, it's your...
It's your disposition.
-For God's sake. -The locker room, the media.
These days, they want personalities that jive with the fans, Cap.
You mean placate the fanatics. The sycophants.
-Maybe if you gave a little effort. -Effort?
I'm about to break the fucking scoring record!
-Doesn't that mean anything? -Yes.
It means for the rest of your life,
the league can trot you out during the All-Star game,
so Grandpa can tell the tykes, "I watched him play back when."
I should just retire.
Look, you should embrace the opportunity in front of you.
Make the most of it.
Just learn how to connect with the paying public.
Go talk to kids in schools.
Do some benefits. Kiss a few babies.
-Just play the game. -I play basketball.
Yeah, and as long as you do, you still have their attention.
This is a great chance for you to reinvent yourself
into something softer.
Something warm. Something friendly,
Something that best serves you, Cap,
when you're done playing and you become a coach
or a TV guy or a pitch man.
Fuck.
And all I have to do is dance?
Alright, I'm tired of hearing you're evaluating.
It's been three months!
We're not trotting out the same team
that got its ass beat in front of the whole fuckin' world!
Now, Sterling has an offer we have to consider.
Save it for a rainy day.
-I'll try. -Hold on. Hold on a second.
Jerry, I gotta call you right back.
Yeah. Bye.
Well, hey there, stranger.
Fancy meeting you here.
Are you just gettin' home?
Are you just noticing I was missing?
-I was working. -Yeah.
So, I went and had some fun.
All night?
Well, there was a...
There was a party in the Hills.
Old friends.
Yeah, I was afraid you were gonna say that.
Are you high?
I went out.
What do people do when they go out?
What do you do?
What is that supposed to mean?
Nothing.
Why?
You got a guilty conscience, Mr. Buss?
What is going on?
Look, why don't you just do your thing,
and I'll just do my thing
'cause that's what this thing means, right?
No. You know damn well what this thing means.
It means we're starting a family!
Yeah, just as soon as you get the team back on track.
Hey, come on.
It's not a building.
You know, I can't just hire a plumber and walk away.
It's a living, breathing thing that, I'm sorry,
requires my attention.
Yeah.
And those things are complicated.
The Lakers are just weeks away from the start of the new season,
and they have failed to make a single move! Not one!
The problem is, we saw in the finals, Magic cannot get it done alone.
He tried to do too much.
Too much for him, maybe.
On the other hand, if he was Larry Bird--
I'm telling you, Cook, it's everywhere I go.
Hear about it. Read about it.
Larry Bird. Larry...
motherfucking Bird.
Here I done won two rings,
and they acting like I ain't done shit!
They don't love you.
They love how you make them feel, okay?
When I make 'em feel like winners.
-And when you don't? -They hate me.
So why do you commit your life to them?
-That's the thing. Ain't them. It's ball. -Same thing.
Well, what you sayin' I should do? Don't care?
I'm just saying I understand
how tiring it is,
giving your heart and soul to something
that won't give it back.
Come on, Cook. I be giving back.
I gotta finish packing.
-You know I want to! -You've mentioned that.
Let me prove it to your face.
You comin' up here, right? Why don't I get to see you?
'Cause you're in LA, and my convention is in San Diego.
Then, drive on up.
'Cause I'm supposed to come to you?
You know pre-season startin'.
And I know how important that is.
-So what am I supposed to do? -Nothing.
You've done the best you can.
Okay, I gotta go.
I'll talk to you later?
-I'll talk to you later, Cook. -Bye.
Fellas, you ain't gonna fuckin' believe this.
All summer, I've been knockin' on doors, tryin' to find the answer,
and which blind hog sniffs out the acorn?
Who?
Dr. Jerry fucking Buss is who.
Get outta here.
Nope.
-What's the acorn? -Yeah, who is it?
Swen Nater.
Get the fuck outta here.
Bingo!
Seven feet of Swedish meat.
That guy's a fuckin' giant!
Woulda helped Cap with Moses!
Fuck yeah, he woulda helped Cap with Moses!
And you know what? I also got him to toss in
his first-round draft pick, too.
Kid named Byron Scott.
-Yeah, can he play? -Fuck yeah, he can play, Pat.
I scouted him myself. Range out the fuckin' building.
Lanky, fast, mean streak a mile fuckin' long, Bill.
We had him in the finals,
Magic could've fed him out in the wing.
Yeah. Spread the floor.
He spread our butt cheeks, for all I give a fuck.
That's what I'm worried about. Who do they want?
Okay, well, that's our dilemma. Okay?
The new owner bought himself a team.
Alright? He wants to build a poor man's Lakers.
You know, get the SoCal riff-raff comin' in.
So he's gonna wanna pick one of our starters.
Well, obviously, not Cap or Magic.
Absolutely not fuckin' Cap. No.
It's not my fuckin' first barbecue, okay?
He wants prime fuckin' rib, so that rules out Rambis, too.
Okay? He's a baked potato.
Wilkes was fantastic in the finals.
Yeah. Yeah, he was. You got a fuckin' point there, Bill.
He was excellent in the finals.
He's not a handful either, is he?
-Damn. -Yeah.
Yeah, I know, I know. It's fuckin'--
It's a tough one.
You talkin' to anybody else?
Nope.
Talkin' to the guy that runs the show.
Well, this Cap's team.
We'll keep sayin' that,
but as time goes on,
you're the guy with the ball in his hands.
You're the guy the fellas look to in the locker room.
You got a problem with this, you need to pipe up.
Well, shit, I don't know.
-Man got a life here. -I know.
Look--
You know, bein' the leader on a team
means makin' hard decisions.
Unless, of course, you wanna spend next summer
like you spent this one.
Yeah. You know, ain't nobody want that.
Well, then okay.
Now's the time.
We gotta win.
Yes, sir.
We got to win.
Yeah
Ooh
Ooh, hoo
Look at her
She's a bad mama jama
Just as fine as she can be
Man, we just got swept, and this nigga trying out for "Soul Train."
Yeah. No wonder he ain't working on his D.
Too busy working with the other one.
Debbie Allen, man.
She's sexy as hell!
Shit, I'd take a beat down from Wanda for a night with that.
She's built
Oh, she's stacked
-Can't say he ain't got game. -Shit, Sixers can.
Knee don't look too bad right now, huh?
Hers neither.
Got all the curves men like
Look at her
She's a bad mama jama
Just as fine as she can be
Hey! She's a bad mama jama
Oh, just as fine as she can
I know I don't have a ton of managerial experience yet,
but I understand the youth market,
-and the cutting-edge-- -Of Michigan.
Trends these days are national,
-so anyone-- -But they start right here.
-Yes. -LA, New York.
We need our fingers on that pulse.
We're after the entire country,
not just the... urban demographic.
And I was hoping you would say that because I live in--
-Ms. Kelly. -Hey, sorry I'm late. Excuse me.
You almost done here, baby?
Uh.
-Yeah. -No, please. Please stay.
Arnold Felker, Hecht Company. Huge fan.
For real?
How about that, Cook? You know I love me some Hecht.
She tell you about how she be picking out all my clothes?
-Is that right? -Yeah. Team, too.
From them African get-downs Kareem be sporting
to Norm and Coop's club vines.
Everywhere I go, people be like,
"Where you get that?" I be like, "My girl Cook."
Keep me sharp as a tack.
This is my secret weapon right here.
Well, your secret is safe with us.
Y'all tell y'all kiddies Magic said be good now, aight?
Absolutely.
-We'll be in touch, Ms. Kelly. -Thank you. Thank you.
Boy, what are you doing here?
You happy to see me, though, huh?
If you gonna have me lying, I'd like to have a heads-up next time.
Thank you.
So what happened to pre-season?
So Coach'll fine me a few bucks.
I had to see my girl.
Your girl?
That's what'd you be. At least what you should be.
And you know it, too. Just too damn hard-headed.
-Earvin, I don't know-- -But that's not why I'm here.
I came to support you.
You right.
Your dreams matter as much as mine.
So.
Anyway, I might as well get back before,
you know, they fine my whole damn check.
Wait.
What's your boy Virgil gonna say?
Your guess is as good as mine.
I haven't been with Virgil for months.
And you ain't tell me?
For once in my life
I have someone who needs me
Nah, but.
the game ain't what last forever.
This is.
For once unafraid
Ain't letting you go this time, Cook.
So I'm a hostage?
Stop making me laugh, girl! I got important shit to say!
-Important? Let me pay attention. -Yeah!
Been through enough to know
that the person I'm supposed to be with in this world is you.
Been put you through so much,
but you hang in there with me.
Always making me feel better when life be whipping my ass.
Just wanna do the same for you.
Someone lay hands on you?
I mean it.
You deserve a dude that's gonna give you the right type of love.
And that's me.
Come on, Cook.
Gimme another chance.
Just one more.
For once, I can say
This is mine, you can't take it
Okay. Okay.
One. More.
One more.
Listen up, world!
This here, Cookie? My woman.
Y'all hear that?
I'ma act right!
I'ma do right!
Earvin. Earvin.
All y'all women, stay far away.
That mean you. That mean you. That mean you. That mean you.
Magic belong to Cookie and Cookie alone.
Sit down before you break your damn neck. Sit down!
Don't have to do all that.
The fucking Clippers.
And on your birthday.
That's some cold shit there.
Motherfuckers might as well send me to Siberia.
Well, ain't no guess who running point now.
You know, I remember
first time I stepped in that locker room.
Saw my jersey hanging there.
Same room as Abdul-Jabbar.
Three guards ahead of me in the rotation.
All I was hoping for was to make the team.
Most important thing in the whole world.
Being a Laker.
I never thought it'd end.
Everything does, baby.
-Trade a motherfucker on his birthday. -That's just cold, man.
Could just be getting warmed up, too.
It ain't right is what it is.
Hey, how y'all gonna start my shit without me?
Okay.
Cap. How you doing? Good to see you. Good to see you.
-There he is! -Good to see you.
What's going on, man?
How you guys doing? Hey, hey, hey.
Happy birthday, man.
-Some bullshit. -Yeah, that it is, but
can't say I wasn't surprised.
Hey, that's the name of the game, right?
Here today, gone tomorrow.
All good, though.
Chance to say goodbye.
Oh shit!
Look what the cat dragged in.
My first coach!
Made me a Laker.
Jerry motherfucking West.
I just wanted to stop by, Norm, and say thank you for everything.
Yeah.
You ain't never liked me, Jerry.
You said as much to my face,
so I know this was your call. Still
I like to think there's some respect.
Alright! Here, let's raise our glasses!
Let's raise our glasses! Okay.
Now, once I get over this shit,
I'ma wish y'all good luck. But, next time I see you,
then I'ma bust your ass.
Norm down the middle. Norm all the way.
Just too much Norm Nixon
giving the Lakers a taste of what they miss.
Let's go!
a storm rolled in, blew away the Lakers.
Norm Nixon blistering his former teammates
and a rare Clippers victory.
Hey, this is Pete from Tarzana.
Hey, you think the Lakers still got a shot
to make some noise in the Western Conference?
Great question. Safe to say the league's catching up with Showtime.
You ask me, that Byron Scott's gonna pay off
some big dividends at the guard position.
Jerry West done him a good one there.
Kansas City just hired Jack McKinney.
Bet he's gonna have the Kings running like greyhounds.
Can the Lakers regain an edge in a league
that stole their bag of tricks?
Maybe Riley's out of answers.
That sure would bring a smile to Red--
Norm got his pound of flesh.
Yeah, well, if we keep sleepwalking,
-he won't be the last. -Pat.
It is the first week of the season.
Yeah, this is when it happens.
When you start getting comfortable with losing.
You made it to the finals last year.
-You won it all the year before. -That right there?
-That is our fucking problem. -What? Winning?
Leaning on it. like a fucking crutch.
You get to the top of the mountain,
you ease up.
It's natural. You don't even know you're doing it.
Next thing, you're losing to the fucking Clippers in November.
And it doesn't even cost you a good night's sleep!
'Cause they're not hungry anymore?
No, they love the game. They love it.
They wanna win.
But, in the beginning, they fuckin' needed it.
They needed it, and I'm not seeing need.
I'm seeing their minds say,
"Fuck it! We already got two rings!"
I fucking-- I rant, I rave.
I write these fucking speeches.
I'm running out of shit to say.
There you are. Come here!
"Godfather" is about to start. What took you so long?
Just thinking of something.
Must be serious.
Uh-huh.
-Uh-oh. Okay. -Nah. Ain't nothing bad.
-Earvin. -Cook, we family.
Always will be.
As long as I'm in this world,
you ain't in it on your lonesome.
You hear me?
So, what you say?
You didn't ask me anything.
Will you marry me?
-You still ain't said nothing yet. -Yes!
Yes.
I'll marry you.
Hon!
You upstairs?
Guess what?
Earvin got engaged!
Hey.
What's going on here?
You taking a trip?
What's wrong?
You're married.
Yeah. No shit. I was there, remember?
To somebody else.
Your life insurance agent called, looking for your wife.
I told him that was me. He said, "Not unless you moved to Utah."
What are you talking about?
You're still fucking married to JoAnn!
I called the fucking courts
and you never filed the divorce papers!
Okay. Yeah. Yeah. Okay. Hang on! Hang on!
Hang on. Okay. That--
Okay. Yeah, it doesn't sound good.
I get it. But you're misunderstanding.
It's a clerical thing.
You know how I am about paperwork!
It sounds serious! It's not serious!
I've got that fucking paperwork here somewhere.
JoAnn signed it.
-I was intending to file it-- -Just stop!
So you knew.
You knew you were not divorced.
I mean, I didn't--
Not intentionally hiding it.
I just was waiting
and I got distracted by this bullshit with the team
and it slipped my mind!
Slipped your mind?
This is my fucking life!
No, no, no. Hold on.
What are you doing? Where are you going?
-I'm leaving! -Over this. Over paperwork?
Honey, please!
Please listen to me! I'm in love with you!
Go tell your wife.
-You are my fucking wife! -No, I'm not!
I am the first naked girl in a book
full of naked girls.
That's all you want anyway.
The least you can do is admit it.
That is not true.
Oh, this is it, huh? This is it?
-You're walking out on me? -I'm not walking!
-I'm fucking running. -Well, you know what?
If you can't trust me, then you should get the fuck out.
Nice.
-Dr. Buss? -Not now!
It's about Kareem.
I'm in Bel-Air where earlier tonight, a fire razed
the home of Lakers center Kareem Abdul-Jabbar.
Lost was a music collection
of an estimated 3,000 jazz LPs
and a lifetime of irreplaceable basketball memorabilia.
Kareem was not inside at the time,
but his companion, Cheryl Pistono,
and their son were sleeping, but they managed to escape.
And apparently the pet cat saved the day.
And there's Kareem right there.
Cheryl! Cheryl. God.
-I was sleeping. I didn't know. -It's okay.
You're okay. You're okay.
Oh, my God.
There he is! There he is!
Hey, Cap! So good to see you here.
Thank God you're here in one piece. Praise the Lord.
Look, these people, they came here to pay their respects.
Tom, I'm not doing that today. No autographs.
-Kareem. -Hang in there, Kareem!
We love you!
We love you, Kareem!
You know about this one?
My dad says it's his favorite.
-Your father is a wise man. -We're your biggest fans.
They said you lost yours in the fire.
We all love you.
You're the greatest!
I love you, Kareem!
No, it's okay. It's okay. Let them stay.
Cap. I'm sorry to hear the news.
Sorry about the crib, dude.
You deserve your night off, Cap. Go home.
Yeah, he right. You ain't gotta be here,
not for Dallas in November, man.
Yes, I do.
I belong here.
Fellas, can everybody sit down for a sec?
Just indulge me.
We touch people's lives.
They suffer when we suffer.
They thrill when we thrill.
-We love you, Kareem. -We love you, Kareem.
They turn to us to lift their spirits,
to show their children this is what excellence looks like.
As captain of this team,
I'm holding each and every one of you accountable.
When we step between the lines
we will demand the highest of ourselves.
Not just for us.
For this city.
For them.
That's how you pay them back.
Let's go, Cap!
Make that a promise to each other.
Make it to yourselves.
Alright? Every day from now until June, every game,
accept nothing but your absolute best.
Or get the fuck outta this locker room because you don't belong here.
-Hell yeah! -That's right.
-Because we won't be alone. -They are comin' for us.
They've seen us at our weakest.
We'll be fighting in the streets
They wanna stomp us out.
With our children at our feet
And the morals that they worship
Will be gone
I got a surprise for them, fellas.
This old man ain't done.
Everybody's waving their arms.
It's in to Kareem. Going left, going right,
going forward, gone!
The pictures tell the words.
Boy, they love their captain. They love their leader.
And suffice to say, ladies and gentlemen,
the new king of scoring has ascended his throne.
His mama, his father, what an emotional moment.
So all these naysayers, all these doubters,
they can kiss my ass
'cause I'm bringing a parade back to this city!
How about you? What you gonna do?
Okay!
Let's move it! Listen to Cap.
Let's go!
A change, it had to come
We knew it all along
We were liberated from the fold, that's all
And the world looks just the same
And history ain't changed
'Cause the banners, they all flown in the last war
I'll tip my hat to the new constitution
Take a bow for the new revolution
Smile and grin at the change all around
Pick up my guitar and play
Just like yesterday
Then I'll get on my knees and pray
We don't get fooled again
Horn sounds. Okay?
You're playing great. You're playing Lakers ball.
Be the best, we're gonna fuckin' find you.
Hey, find 33, find 33.
Okay? You show those motherfuckers what we're about. Okay?
-Go out there and you fucking kill 'em. -Hell yeah.
-One, two, three. -Kill 'em!
-Celtics on three. One, two, three! -Celtics!
Milwaukee in a must-win situation.
Only four other teams have overcome a three-to-one deficit.
Of course, one of those was the Celtics in '81
on their way to a championship.
Alright, here we go. Bird gets the inbound from McHale,
gives it to DJ, bringing it upcourt.
The Celtics in no hurry.
Sidney Moncrief picks up Johnson now
as they cross half-court, applying some pressure.
And now Marques Johnson picks him up on the switch
and the Celtics are inching closer.
Dr. Buss.
Marvin Mitchelson. Nice to meet you.
You're being served.
By who?
Me.
And your wife. Well, ex-wife.
Well, sort of.
$100 million?
Yeah.
But, Honey is a reasonable woman.
She'll settle for Magic and Kareem.
Hey, good luck tonight. Go Lakers.
Two minutes, and if the Celtics hang on, and the Lakers win,
they'll meet in the finals for the first time in 15 years.
The match-up fans have been waiting for,
Magic Johnson versus the reigning MVP Larry Bird.
Celtics trying to milk the clock.
Come on, motherfuckers. Bring it.
Man, I just want a piece of these crackers, man.
-Looks like too little too late. -What do you say? You ready?
What the fuck. Fuck, no, Bill. No.
Come on. It's a new day. You're gonna beat Red at his own game.
You tryin' to fuckin' jinx us? Huh?
Let me tell you something, Jerry.
That Norm trade. That took balls.
You pulled this team outta the can this year.
You saved this team and I want you to remember that.
Johnson to Bird in the corner!
On the way!
Good!
Pack your bags for Beantown, boys!
Cook us up some leprechauns!
Get that champagne ready!
Yeah, we're not doing that this year!
We're not doing that this year.
And now it's up to the Lakers...
Listen up. Turn that shit off.
I know.
Usually, we clinch a conference final,
which you're gonna do tonight,
it'd be time to celebrate.
Get ourselves a couple cases of bubbly, throw ourselves a little party.
But not this time.
Look, I don't know about you,
but I am sick and tired of losing.
And right now, tonight,
I just wanna beat somebody's ass like you're about to.
But, Boston and us.
People say that's the greatest rivalry in sports,
but it's not.
It's not!
When your team is 0-7,
that ain't a rivalry!
That's total domination!
Beat LA! Beat LA! Beat LA!
We need to cut their fuckin' hearts out!
We need to show the world that we're still the kings!
So that's what you're stepping into, and that's what you're going to change.
All that pain and heartache!
You get to pay it back!
And we don't celebrate until we do!
So when you're thinking about going out tonight,
having that beer,
I'll remind you of the immortal words
of Paul Revere
spoken 200 years ago, right down the street!
The Lakers are coming.
Right now,
they have history on their side.
They're the dynasty.
And they're bringing their fuckin' girls
and their fair-weather sissy fans!
And they're gonna try to burn this place,
our house!
To cinders.
We're the flash in the pan,
and that's all we're ever gonna be
until we beat the goddamn Celtics!
Beat LA! Beat LA! Beat LA!
Beat LA.
Fuck Boston!
Beat LA!
Fuck Boston.
Beat LA!
Fuck Boston!
-Beat LA! -Fuck Boston!
Watch out
You might get what you're after
Cool babies
Strange, but not a stranger
I'm an ordinary guy
Burning down the house
Hold tight
Wait till the party's over
Hold tight
We're in for nasty weather
There has got to be a way
Burning down the house
Here's your ticket, pack your bags
Time for jumping overboard
Transportation is here
Close enough, but not too far
Maybe you know where you are
Fighting fire with fire
Ah, all wet
Hey, you might need a raincoat
Shakedown
Dreams walking in broad daylight
365 degrees