Not much.

Hate the idea of you down there by yourself all the time.

Just drinking.

I'm fine.

I appreciate it.

But it's... I'm fine.

I suppose you're wondering why I called you over here.

Our basketball coach had a heart attack the other night.

We need a new coach, Jack.

Is the team any good?

No. The last time they made the playoffs?

Back when you were playing.

Let's go, line up!

-You're Marcus, right? -That's right.

How many threes did Marcus make last year?

-For a percentage of 26. -Damn!

You wanna know why they're leaving you open?

It's 'cause they don't think you could hit the ocean from the beach.

Yo, he just spit facts at your ass, bro.

So how you liking coaching so far?

Great. Just getting used to the players.

What players?

I heard you're coaching basketball?

Yeah, keeps me busy.

Keeps my mind off other things, you know.

I spent a lot of time hurting myself.

I made a lot of bad decisions.

I got a lot of regrets.

Game's on the line, I want you taking that shot.

-Why's that so hard for you to believe? -What?

That you're the best player on the team.

There you go!

I know you're suffering.

I just want you to be happy again.

But you gotta want it, too.

Keep pressing. Trapping. Taking charges.

You guys earned this tonight.

It's team on three. One, two, three.