Above the Rim

There was a Georgetown scout
out there, and I fucked up!

It's all right.
Kyle, you all right?
Kyle, come on, man!
Let me go!
I don't want you
seeing my moms again.

Your own brother says you ain't shit,

- You better stay away from her.
- Kyle, chill!

Get off me, man.
Stay away from my moms!

Or what?
You going to hurt somebody?
If it comes to that.
You owe someone an apology.
Fuck that!
Who do you think you're talking to?
I was protecting you.
Protecting me?
What the hell has gotten into you?
Ask him.
Some real fireworks tonight.
What are you going to do?
Go home.
No. I mean about Kyle.
- What do you expect me to do?
- Teach him.

Help him to handle the pressure.
What do I know
about handling pressure?

I'm out of here.
You can't turn your back on this kid.
You owe it to him.
I owe nobody nothing.
"Pure Talent, Fatal Flaw."
That's what the paper said.
You in handcuffs,
Nutso dead on the ground.

You don't owe anybody?
You forget about Nutso?
Wasn't it the great Tom Sheppard
he was trying to be like
when he fell?

How about owing yourself?