Winning Time: The Rise of the Lakers Dynasty

Imam: Allahu akbar.

Congregation: Allahu akbar.

- Imam: As-salaamu alaykum. - Congregation: As-salaamu alaykum.

- Imam: As-salaamu alaykum. - Congregation: As-salaamu alaykum.

Imam: Islam means...

living in submission.

To be a Muslim

is to live in submission to the will of God.

It is to cut bonds to all the men we followed

in our lives.

Our leaders.

Our coaches.

Our fathers.

Your ancestors were slaves to men.

From this day on...

you are a slave to God.

Brother Lewis, please come up.

This brother

has decided to open his heart to Islam.

Congregation: Allahu akbar.

If you're prepared...

to walk the straight path,

say the words with me.

- Amen. As-salaamu alaykum. - Wa alaykumu salaam.

The world will be looking to you, brother.

More than most.

Who will you be to them?

Lewis Alcindor, Jr.

What is your name?

Kareem Abdul-Jabbar.

("My Favorite Mutiny" by The Coup playing

- (static) - (siren wailing)

Oh shit. You got your game face on.

Just my face, Maurice.

It's scary nonetheless.

What's the word on Cowboy Clifton?

I got my eyes peeled. Man, I hate scalpers.

I see that motherfucker, I'ma give him a ass-whooping

- of a lifetime. - Give him these instead. That's a thousand tickets.

Tell him there's more where that came from,

and he can spread the word. Can't have this place

looking like a ghost town on national TV.

So, I can't fuck him up?

Wait until he gets those asses in those seats.

- Okay. - Buss made some changes to the VIPs.

Of course, he did.

No way we're getting Dionne Warwick.

- You can always say a little prayer. - Is that a new awning?

Linda Zafrani: He said it wasn't red enough.

No. No. Berenice, no!

No more of this Can-Can crap! Come on!

This is seductive! It's all legs!

No, it's all stiff! I want freedom!

I want sex!

I want them calling the Catholic League of Decency!

I think what you want is a striptease.

Well, maybe if they just moved their hips a little, you know,

- or work their hair? - Jerry Buss: Exactly! How are they gonna work the hair

with these buns in there? Come on!

It's not ballet. It's disco, Bernice! Come on, girls.

It's this here! Sex, you know?

It's women! It's their sex!

It's not just their legs! Come on, girls.

Move it! Move your sex!

Good, like this girl here! Like this tan girl!

There we go! Those are the moves we're looking for!

Right there, right, Jeanie?

Let her choreograph it then.

- We're done! - (music stops)

Wow. Bernice?

You're done? Okay.

They're wrong anyway.

We need to talk.

Jerry: Great idea, Claire. You're just a girl I wanna see.

I had a wiener from the cart for lunch,

and it was... sloppy.

- Heard oysters help with that. - I'm being serious.

It was the casing. When you bite into it, it's gotta snap.

I know the feeling.

We're going to need you to take a step back.

God is in the details, Claire.

That was our second choreographer.

You've sent back all the uniforms.

Because they stunk. And if they stink, we stink.

- Only if we open! - What the hell is that supposed to mean?

Claire Rothman: Apparently, our sound system

wasn't up to your high standards.

Claire, what the hell is this?

My guy said these speakers are supposed to be up already!

Same system as Club Fantasia!

That's not the system we permitted with the city.

Well, get a new permit!

In process, as of this morning.

- We'll have it in a week or two. - A week or two?

Claire, you have got to put some pepper on the ball.

Rothman: That is pepper on the ball.

But, I don't suppose your Fantasia friend mentioned that

before you ripped out our entire sound system

because that's not his job or yours. It's mine.

Claire, I'm not opening this place

unless we're 110% ready.

You only get one chance at a first impression.

That's why it's called a first impression.

W-w-what is this?

Claire, come on.

This little door thing should be flush with the bar.

Flush with the bar! Come on.

Let's care about stuff.

No more kinks! Let's care about it!

Let's be perfect!

Jerry! We need to talk!

- Hello?! We need to talk! - Hey, Frank.

Here we go.

I'll find another dance troupe.

And I'll... find another cigarette.

You yelling at me in front of everybody? What?

- I gotta hear about this from your mother? - That's our bookkeeper.

She's a goddamn good one, too. She found us a solution.

Excellent solution. Give away the team?

To Joanne. It stays in the family. Did you read it?

- She hates your guts. - So what?

She loves me more.

Just like you, Frankie. I was going to tell you.

- When, at my fuckin' funeral? - I forgot!

- You forgot?! - Frank,

look what we have!

Look what we did! Look at it!

The team we got!

We're Roman emperors!

Yeah, okay. You're a Roman emperor.

Well, I got news for you. Rome is fucking ruins,

and I don't think you're going to be happy until we are, too!

I don't know, Jerry! Maybe that will do it for you

because clearly nothing else does!

Not the buildings, not the broads,

n-not the friendship!

And pretty soon, it's gonna be the same thing over there!

We're done.

We're done?

We're partners!

We're gettin' a divorce.

Kareem Abdul-Jabbar: Allahu akbar.

Allahu akbar.

Allahu akbar...

- (back cracks) - (Kareem grunts)

Ow.

Cheryl Pistono: Happy first day.

You might actually enjoy it

if you put the paper down and look out the window.

Can't turn the world off just to have a pleasant morning.

Well, can you drink your juice first?

Tom called.

He says with this recession, my portfolio is down.

It would be unwise for me to turn down

an extended contract.

Well, maybe it would be wise

for you to quit tomorrow,

and we run away and bum it to an ashram somewhere.

I was hoping one more year would be enough.

Well, who knows? Maybe it'll be a good one.

You know, if nothing changes, nothing changes.