♪ ♪ Oh!

♪ ♪ CHRIS: Just like that.

Every single time, keep fighting through.

Let's get us another one-- get us another one.

Oh, almost, almost.

Come on, Isaac.

It's all right, it's all right-- again.

Come on, fight through this.

(groans) Can't end on that one-- let's end on a good one.

Come on, come on, keep pushing it, keep pushing it.

(breathing heavily) All right, hold up.

Hold up.

Hey, let's hammer out these sprints.

Ready?

(echoing): Go!

(crowd cheering on TV) ANNOUNCER: 33 to 32-- over the back!

- That was a good block right there.

ANNOUNCER: That's what they needed to do.

That last play goes to the left side.

Finds Isaac at the top from deep!

And it's good!

(audience cheering) - (sighs) - This guy has been unstoppable from outside the three-point arc all tournament, and up... (button clicks) ANGEL: Hey, come on, bro, I was watching that.

- (sighs) Shut up.

You've seen it already.

- Yeah... - We lost.

- I wanted to see your highlights, though.

(chuckles): Bro, the way you hit that three in that dude's eye?

(hooting) Bro, that was wet.

Splash!

(laughs) - It was stupid anyways.

STELLA: Who you talking to?

- Nothing, just... Talking to myself.

- Weirdo.

(gasps) Whoa, is that you on TV?

- (sighs) Mm-hmm.

Your hair was a lot shorter.

ISAAC: Yeah, well, I did start growing it after high school... STELLA: Dang, you were a lot skinnier back then, too.

(Angel snorts in laughter) ISAAC: What do you want?

- You want to play basketball with me?

I've been practicing.

(grunts) ISAAC (sighs): Dang it.

(sighs) - Sorry.

- Do you think you could try and find something else to do today?

Kinda busy.

Well, can you take me to the park?

The neighborhood kids are up there.

Could you just wait until Mom gets home?

(sighs) But it'll be dark when she gets back.

Please, bub?

Just this once?

- (sighs) ♪ ♪ (sighs) Tushpa!

Come on.

- Yes!

- Yes!

- All right, come on, before I change my mind.

STELLA: Thanks, bub.

ANGEL (imitating): Yeah!

Thanks, bub!

- Shut up.

♪ ♪ (boys talking in background) ISAAC: All right, go play, okay?

I'm gonna use the restroom.

♪ ♪ You want to play ball with me?

ANGEL: Why ain't you out there?

ISAAC: It's too hot.

ANGEL: What?

Come on, look around-- it's beautiful.

Blue skies, fresh air.

- (sighs) - All you do is sit around and vape.

We gotta get you out more, man, for real.

What can I do to make you happy?

- You know... ...there actually is something you could do.

- You know I am here to help.

- You could shut up and you could leave me alone.

Thanks.

- (scoffs) Well, damn!

That hurt my feelings.

(ball bouncing, players talking in distance) (players exclaiming, ball bouncing) Want some popcorn?

So what's going on, man?

Come on, you can talk to me.

I'm just done with basketball.

Done?

Like... Done for a week?

Couple of days?

- No, like... I'm done.

It's... It's over.

(scoffs) Come on, man.

You can't be done.

You know how many hours you put into this?

- (sighs) That's exactly why.

I got no job.

No girl.

Yeah, I live at my mom's place.

No car.

I mean, we had to walk here, bro.

I just spent all that time, all those hours, everything, and I'm just sitting here.

(scoffs softly) And I got nothing for it.

(sighs) - (breathes deeply) What would your dad say?

(chuckles) What would my dad say?

I don't know.

Probably yell at me to get on the line.

- (chuckles) I swear, every time we were out there, every time, it was suicides or, or sprints, or he'd just yell at me.

But I don't even know... ...if he loved me 'cause I was his son or just 'cause I could play ball.

That's all you remember?

- (sighs) Yeah.

What about this?

(snaps) (wind gusts) CHRIS: Quick game of one-on-one?

YOUNG ISAAC: Yeah, sure.

(ball bouncing) CHRIS: You don't want none of this.

♪ ♪ Oh, yeah, still got it.

Still got it!

(laughs) - Wait, is that my dad?

(shushing) Just watch.

♪ ♪ CHRIS: Where you going?

Where you going?

YOUNG ISAAC: I'm taking it out to the right.

CHRIS: You can't stop the old man.

That's the first rule, you never beat the old man.

YOUNG ISAAC: I mean, it's cold out!

(Chris laughing) CHRIS: Cold don't bother the old man.

Look at that sky hook-- still!

YOUNG ISAAC: All right, all right.

CHRIS: You got no answer for that.

YOUNG ISAAC: I got all the answers.

CHRIS: Here we go, make sure you see it off that glass right there, son.

Right off that glass.

Keep pushing through.

Good!

Good job.

(chuckles) (murmurs) ♪ ♪ (Angel snaps) (sniffles) (chuckles) (sighs, Angel chuckles) (sighs) I'll be right back.

(ball bouncing) Hey, sis-- you good?

Everybody laughed at me.

I can't even make a layup.

You know... ...Dad used to take me to the same court when I was your age.

He did?

- Yeah.

I remember I used to shoot the ball for hours, rain or shine, and if I was goofing around, he'd yell at me.

(imitating): "Boy, quit messing around!"

Yeah, I would just run back and forth and back and forth.

(sighs) It was wild.

- Was it fun?

- What?

- Being out here with Dad.

Yeah, it was.

(sighs): Here, let me show you something, come on.

(softly): Okay, come here.

All you gotta do is aim for that top corner right there, okay?

And if you hit it just right, it'll go in every time.

Okay?

Just like this.

STELLA (gasps): Wow!

- See?

Okay, try.

- (chuckling): Wow.

- Yeah, go ahead.

(cheering) Good shot!

Okay, that was pretty good!

All right.

All right, all right, you can get off me now.

- Now I'm almost as good as you!

- (laughing) Okay, let's not talk crazy, okay?

But you never know, when you're older.

♪ ♪ You want to play a game?

You trying to lose or...?

Okay, I get first shot.

- Okay, go ahead.

All yours.

All right.

Check it up, check it up, check it up.

Let's see what you got, let's see what you got!

Here she goes, here she goes.

Oh, she's on a tear, she's on a tear.

She's got a wide-open shot, and... And she's got a bucket!

- (laughing) - Okay, okay!

Not bad, not bad-- all right.

Let's see what, let's see what that defense is.

You ready?

Ready for this?

I don't know if you're ready for this-- whoa!

Boom, boom!

Oh, oh, and a fade away!

Oh!

That was kind of nice, I'm not going to lie.

I'm not going to lie-- take notes.

Take notes-- all right, it's your ball, it's your ball.

See that there, Angel?

Those are my kids right there.

Mm, you got some good ones, coach.

- Sure do.

Yakoke.

- Hm.

ISAAC: She's angry.

She's got something to prove!

There she goes, there she goes.

Oh, all the way to the left!

All the way to the left!

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (insects chirping) (water sloshing) ROBERT (speaking Navajo): ARNOLD: (Robert murmurs) ROBERT: ARNOLD: ♪ ♪ (pan sizzling) ANNOUNCER (on radio): ARNOLD: ANNOUNCER: (volume increases) ARNOLD: ANNOUNCER: (radio stops) (Arnold and Ann chuckling) (laughter continues) (Robert exhales) ARNOLD: ROBERT: ARNOLD: - Ah!

(chuckles) ARNOLD (speaking): ROBERT: ARNOLD: ROBERT: ARNOLD: ROBERT: Mm.

ARNOLD: ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (phone vibrates) (phone chirps) (phone vibrates) (phone chirps) (water sloshing) ARNOLD: ROBERT: ARNOLD: ROBERT: ARNOLD: ROBERT: (Arnold replies) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (jack collapses, truck drops) (metal clanging) (exhales) (tire iron drops) ARNOLD: ♪ ♪ (blows) (signal beeping softly) (engine grinding) (birds chirping) (phone vibrating) ♪ ♪ Hey.

How's it going?

Oh, no, I'm just working on the truck, that's all.

Yeah, I'm doing okay.

I'm excited to see you this weekend, too.

Yeah, they're both coming.

♪ ♪ (phone ringing out) (speaking Navajo): (engine starts) (laughs): Yeah!

(speaks Navajo): ARNOLD: (Arnold speaking Navajo) - (speaking Navajo) (truck door closes) (truck door opens) (door closes) (signal beeping softly) (engine starts) ♪ ♪ (crickets chirping) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ Hey!

♪ ♪