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[Squeaks]

[Squeaking]

Give me your best shot, Cy.

[ Male Angel] Hey, AI.

Come on, the season's over. It's our turn to use the field.

- Yeah. - Let's go, Al.

Hey, guys-.

How 'bout one more pitch?

- I don't know. What do you think? - I don't know.

- What do you think? - All right just one.

Are you ready for some football?

[ Crowd Cheering]

[ Cheering Continues]

I Boy] Ready. Set. Hike!

Go. Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go! Come on, come on, come on!

- Come on, go, go, go! Go! - Yeah, yeah, go! - No.

- No, no, no, no. - Come on, baby. Come on.

- Oh, no, no! Oh! - You can do it. Oh, yes, he's going.

- Go, go, go, go, go! - Come to papa. Yes!

- He could go all the way. - Oh, no, no'.!

- Yes, he's in there! - Touchdown! We did it!

- With that spectacular run, Kevin B. Harper wins... - You guys got really lucky.

In sudden death- Hey, hey, hey, hey! Oh, sore loser.

[ Clattering, Yelling Continues]

[ Hard Footsteps]

- Kevim Jesse! - [ Yelling Continues]

You guys, it's almost 10:00. Time for bed.

[Grunting]

- What are you doing? - Hello!

Okay. All right.

- Just gotta free myself from an entanglement here. - [Yells]

[ Grunting] There we go.

- Here you go. Try it. - [ Muttering Quietly]

Yeah, you've got that. Now, this one over the top. just nestle it in there.

That's good. That's right. They'll never get that.

Look, check this out. Try to take it. Go ahead.

- All right. - You can't get that. You can't knock that out.

- It's like gold in Fort Knox. - Yeah.

All right, you get some sleep, okay? You got a big day tomorrow.

- You all right? - Yeah.

- Okay. I'll see you in the morning. - All right.

- Uh, Dad? - Yeah?

There's so many guys on the team.

- I might not even get a chance to play. - Don't worry.

Lust give it all you got. That's all that matters.

Keep your eye on the end zone. Keep running.

You'll be fine. I promise you.

Besides, you're a Harper.

- Good night Jess. - Good night, Dad.

[ Door Opens, Hinges Squeak ]

- Good night, Kevin. - [ Snorts]

Hey, great game.

[Snorts]

Hey, Peter. Come see what I've done.

Shh.

Kevin is very, very tired, very asleep.

Oh. Gotcha.

[Snorts]

Come on.

Good night, Mom. Good night, Dad.

Twenty-four!

Thirty-four!

Forty-four! Fifty-four!

- [Man] Wrong guy. - Huh?

You're lined up behind the wrong guy.

[Chuckling] Oh, yeah. Uh-

Right. Thanks, Coach.

Twenty-four! Thirty-four!

Thirty-four!

- Forty-four! -just hike the ball!

Oh, uh- hike!

I'm open! I'm Open!

"M Open!

[ Pole Rattling]

[ Laughing Continues]

Where do you find these clowns, Artie?

Artie!

Huh? Um, at the circus?

You, uh, find clowns at the, uh, circus, Coach.

- [ Chuckling] - All I ever asked was to go out on top.

You'd think after 40-some years of coaching, I could go out a winner.

You know how long it's been since I had a winning season?

- Forty-some years, Coach? - I was talkin' to myself, Artie.

Sorry, Coach. I didn't mean to interrupt.

Come on, get up. You're fine.

You're fine.

Happy New Year.

- [Thud] - Can we get some help over here?

[Boy] We're on it, Coach. Come on.

You know, I love you guys.

- [ Groaning] - Love you too, man. Watch it.

How pathetic. Pathetic.

- I bet you they stink even worse than last year. - Yeah.

[ Chuckles] I plan to make a fortune betting against them.

Whew. Man, there's nothin' more gullible than a bunch of freshmen.

Heaps of school spirit...

and pocketfuls of mommy and daddy's money to burn.

- [ Chuckling] - Hmm.

Okay, let's get to work. Uh, Kernel'.

Go in for Shackleford. Where's your jersey?

I don't wanna wear it in practice. I might get it dirty.

[Sarcastically] Oh, you don't want it to get dirty!

Dabinsky, go in for Kerner.

Right, Coach!

- [Boys Laughing] Ohh! - This is too painful.

Yeah.

You. New guy. Go in for Dabinsky.

- Me? - Yeah, you.

Get in there before I change my mind.

- Can I help you? - Yes, my name is Garo.

I want to play football for Westfield Angeles.

You mean soccer. We don't have that here at Westfield High.

This is American football. Comprende?

Oh, I am crestfallen.

Hey, Pele, where you goin'?

Soccer, football- it's all the same. Hey, Artie!

- Huh? - Get this boy a uniform.

- fight, Coach. - [ Boy] Oh, man! Did you see that?

I cannot tell you how much happiness this brings to me.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hey, hey, slow down. This is football.

- There's no kissing in football. - Yes, sir. Thank you.

No kissing in football. No kissing in football.

- I haven't been kissed like that in years. - Ready' Down!

Set! Hut!

[ Grunting]

Hey, kid! Come here!

- Nice hustle. - Thanks.

- What's your name? -Jesse. Jesse Harper.

Harper? Any relation to Peter Harper?

He's my dad.

He's your dad?

Wow! Peter Harper's kid.

[Whispers] Thank you.

Artie, I think we found our, uh, starting tailback.

Congratulations, Harper. You're really a chip off the old block.

More of our players should be playing like Harper.

Yeah, you guys got some provin' to do.

All right, let's hit the showers.

[All Chattering] Come on, let's go!

[ Dog Barking]

Hold on, hold on. Yeah, I love you too, Peter.

- Okay, okay. - Dad? Dad, I did it, Dad.

I did just what you said. I made the team.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Slow down there. You made the team?

I'm starting tailback, Dad.

What? Oh, hoo-hoo-hoo!

Oh. yes!

[Clears Throat] Sorry, folks, sorry Jesse.

He's starting tailback.

Thank you. Thank you very much.

- Coach Buck said I'm a chip off the old block. - Oh, he did, huh?

See, I told you you could do it.

I'll tell you what-- As soon as I get out of here, we're gonna celebrate.

- Tell your mom I'm gonna pick up some take-out. - [ Kevin] Pizza!

[Sighs] Yeah. Pizza.

Pizza it is. You got it. I'll see you in a little while, all right?

- Uh, Dad? - Yeah, son?

It's cool, huh?

Yeah Jess. Yeah, it's really cool.

I better get going.

Supposed to be a big storm comin' in, all right? I'll see you soon.

[Dial Tone]

[ Hangs Up Receiver]

[ Rain Falling, Thunderclaps]

[Giggling] Hey, guys.

I was thinking that after football season...

we should go on a family vacation.

Yes. We've never been camping.

Camping?

Like- Like in the woods, camping?

- Yea h. - [ Thunder Rumbling]

Mom, there's bears in the woods.

You're such a wimp.

Bears eat people.

- And I am not a wimp. - [Loud Thunderclap]

Oh!

[Sighs] I wonder what's taking your dad so long.

[Sighs] So how about you, Jess? Where would you like to go?

Upstairs. I'm gonna go watch the game.

Mom, call me when Dad gets home.

Teenagers.

Once again, we've got severe thunderstorm warnings in effect...

for the entire Westfield county area.

And I want you to take this weather seriously, folks.

It's come on a little faster than we expected.

We've got notification from all over northern California that there are mud slides.

- Is Dad home? - No. Mom's on the phone with the restaurant now.

If you had plans for going out tonight, I've got just two words for ya- don't.

This is Wendall Walker, weather guy.

Well, okay. No, thank you.

- [ Dial Tone] - What's that?

Uh, they said that he left over an hour ago.

Well, maybe he ran out of gas.

- M-Maybe he stopped at the store. - [Thunderclap]

It's really coming down out there.

[ Phone Ringing]

Yeah. Dad? Dad?

- [Man on Phone] Uh, is your mother home? - Yeah. Just one minute.

- Mom, it's for you. - All right. Thank you. Hello.

- Uh, Mrs. Harper? - Yes, this is she.

- Mrs. Harper, there's been an accident. - What kind of an accident?

[ Man] It was involving your husband. I'm terribly sorry, Mrs. Harper.

Where's Peter?

Where's my husband?

[Weakly] Oh.

[ Thunder Continues]

Oh.

[Sobbing]

[Stifled Sobs]

No.

[Sobbing] Jesse!

,

Welcome to another thrillin' season...

of Westfield High football...

as our beloved Angels take on last year's conference champions...

the Central High Screamin' Demons.

I'm Skip Chapman, bringing you all the play-by-play.

Well, will this be the day...

the day that Westfield chalks up a victory...

breaking a string of 54 straight defeats?

Oh, uh, speaking of defeats...

are yours tired, achy, itchy?

See Dr. Elton Smith...

podiatrist, in the Hillyard Mall.

Where do you want to sit, Kev?

- Up here? - Yeah, up here.

Is this a good seat? This looks all right.

- Down here. [Sighs] - Oh, are these better?

Okay. All right, if you think so.

No, Kevin, come on.

- Just pick a seat, and let's just stay here, okay? - All right. Okay.

- We're so sorry. - Oh, I'm fine, thank you. I'm fine.

[Boy] Snap it up, guys.

[ Players Chattering]

## [Headphones: Dance]

[Sniffing]

Excuse me, Mr. Hogg.

Where does this go?

Oh, you can't be serious.

[Whispering]

Oh, I see. [Chuckling]

Very interesting.

Bring it in, men.

Well, today's a new day, gentlemen, a new season.

I don't see a team that's O and 54.

- I see a team that's O and O. - Yeah!

If you look at it that way, heck, we're undefeated.

- [All Chuckling] - Yeah. -Cool!

Now, it doesn't matter that, uh, Central is the defending champion.

It doesn't matter that, uh, they haven't lost a game in five years.

It doesn't matter that, uh, they don't have a starting lineman...

under... 200 pounds.

- [ Murmuring] - What?

Anyway, you've had three weeks to prepare for this game.

I hope you're ready. Any questions?

Later. Ask me later.

Let's play some football!

[ Cheering, Shouting ]

All right, let's go. Come on, boys.

- [Cheering Continues] - [Boy] 0 and 0!

HEW Harper, you okay?

Yeah, Coach.

Well, hurry out there. Your team needs you.

- Mom, look. - [Loud Cheering]

- [Cheering Continues] - [Skip] And here come the Central High Screamin' Demons.

Centrals Coach Guthrie follows his team on the field.

Beside him, all-state linebacker Griffin Stone.

- Those are high school students? - They look like inmates.

Twenty bucks...

on Westfield.

[Boy] Give him the money, man. Come on.

Yeah, all right.

Can you believe the pinheads that go to this school?

They actually believe Westfield can win a game.

[Cheerleaders Chanting] Westfield Angels! All right, all right, all right.

## [Marching Band]

[ Skip ] And now here they are, our very own Westfield Angels!

[ Crowd Cheering]

[Cheerleaders] Westfield Angels!

- Westfield Angels! - [All Grunting]

They can't be serious.

Good luck, Guthrie.

Don't need any of your luck.

Why don't you save me the time, you the embarrassment, forfeit this thing.

Some things never change, do they?

I guess not. [Laughing]

[Cheerleaders Continue, Faint]

Boy, if I could only beat Central one measly time...

I'd die a happy man.

[ Cheerleaders] All right, all right, all right.

- Westfield Angels! - [All ] Angels!

[ Skip] Westfield breaks the huddle as both teams run out onto the field.

[ Girls Cheering]

That's weird. I don't see Jesse out there anywhere.

- Are you sure? - I don't see him.

[Skip ] Number three for the Angels, Garo, prepares to kick off.

- Central gets set to receive. - [ Rhythmic Grunting]

[Muffled] Hey, you, come on! Come on!

[ Rhythmic Grunting Continues]

- Come on! Come on! - [ Grunting]

[Rhythmic Grunting]

- [ Blows Whistle] - Hey you, come on!

Ready!

[All ] Go... Demons!

[Skip] Garo kicks the ball, and here we go!

Ifs caught at the 10. He's at the 20.

The 30! The 40!

Ohh! He crosses the 50.

- Only one player can stop him now! - Go, gel!

Aaah!

Garo turns and runs away!

- He's actually running away, folks. - Come on. Come on'.!

Oh, no. Touchdown, Central.

[ Whistle Blowing]

- Ohh! - Yeah!

Oh!

Golf! I should have been a golf instructor.

There's Jesse.

What's he doing?

That's weird.

[ Cheerleaders] Come on, guys!

Well, that's all for today, folks.

In a game that was much closer than the final score...

Central squeaks by Westfield 66 to nothin'.

And speaking of squeaks, do you have mice, roaches, vermin?

,

[Sighs] I couldn't sleep either.

The team looked a little flat today. They sure could've used you.

I don't care about the team anymore.

I quit.

You can't quit.

Football's, like, the most important thing in the world to you.

It was.

Everything's different now.

Not everything.

We're still a family.

We 're still brothers.

You could still play football.

No, I can't, Kevin.

Don't say that.

We'll be okay.

You wanna know when I'll be okay?

The day that joke of a football team wins a championship.

That's when I'll be okay.

[Sighs]

[Quiet Grunt]

Hi.

It's Kevin Harper. Remember me?

A lot's happened since I... last prayed to you.

My dad died.

My brother, he's been taking it very hard.

He quit his football team.

And they really stink.

They haven't won a game in years.

He said that he won't be okay...

till they win a championship...

which seems very unlikely.

Anyway...

I was wondering if you can give us a little help down here.

Please?

[Sniffles]

I lost my dad.

L-I don't want to lose my brother too.

Oh, and- and if you see my dad...

would you tell him I miss him?

[Sniffles]

Good night.

[ People Chattering]

Kevin, I don't know why you wanted to be here so badly.

Somethin' good is gonna happen today.

I can feel it.

[Skip] Westfielcfs backed up deep in their own territory.

Shotgun, behind the center, takes the snap, drops back, hands off to Kerner:

Now Kerner sweeps around. Oh! Ooh, la, la, what a hit!

That's what you call “making a splash.”

[ Whistle Blows]

My jersey.

They got my jersey dirty!

Let's see some hustle in those bones!

Come on, Westfield! Come on!

Come on, Westfield! Go, Angels!

Whoop, the power! Angels got the power!

I said whoop, the power! Angels got the power!

I said whoop! Angels got the power! Huh!

Whoop, the power! Angels got the power!

I said whoop, the power! Angels got the power!

I said whoop! Angels got the power! Huh!

Oh, it's second and 18...

with just under three minutes to play.

Oh, Westfield trails by nine.

It's gonna take some kind of miracle here, folks.

[Skip Whimpering] Help, please. Help.

[Sighs]

- Twins left, motion right-- - Okay, t-twins right--

No, no. Twins left, motion right.

- Twins left, motion right. - 1 O2 seam.

- 1 O2 seam. Gotcha, Coach. - Go! Whew.

Come on, offense! Dig in!

Come on, Westfield.

You can do it.

[All ] Break! Break!

[Squeaking]

Down! Set!

- Hut! - [Skip ] Shotgun drops back.

- Shacklefords going deep. - I'm open!

- I’m open! - He? wide open. Th- There's no one near him.

He's all alone! He's in the end zone. He's all alone!

Gimme the ball!

Shotgun, he launches the ball!

He threw up a prayer, folks. It's way too high!

[ Skip Groaning]

[Grunts]

Whoa!

I can fly.

- He caught the ball! - He caught the ball?

- He caught the ball! - He caught the ball!

Touchdown, Angels! What a catch!

You had to see it to believe it. I saw it and I still don't believe it!

- Oh-ho! - [ Crowd Cheering]

Whoa. What a catch.

[Nervous Chuckle] It was a lucky catch.

[All Cheering]

- Mom- Mom, did you see that? - Yeah, that was amazing.

Yeah, the way those guys flew out of the sky and picked up Shack!

- What guys? - The guys with the wings and the helmets.

They were all puffy and shiny. They came out of the clouds.

Puffy cloud people.

- You didn't see them? - You feelin' all right, kid?

[Sighs] Mom, I saw something. I really did!

Come on. Why don't you go to the concession stand and get yourself a snack.

- But, Mom- - But, Kevin.

Hurry up. You don't want to miss the end of the game. Go on.

- Go on. - All right.

The point after... is good.

- [Cheering Heating] - With 2:23 left in the game...

the score is now Lincoln 9, Westfield 7.

Here we come!

Ooh, Ia, Ia!

That was some play, eh, Kevin?

I love it when they swoop down out of the clouds like that, huh?

You saw them too?

I don't want to brag, but the whole thing was my idea.

What are you talkin' about?

The name's Al. I'm one of them.

Y-You're one of the cloud people?

No, we prefer the term “angels?

It's more dignified.

This is crazy. I-l can't be talking to an angel.

Then how did I know your name?

Lucky guess?

- Hey, kid, you want something or you just browsing? - He was here first.

There's nobody here but you.

Hey, where'd he go?

[Humming Sound]

Okay, get a hold of yourself.

[High-Pitched Warbling]

[ Warbling Continues]

- Ha! - Aah!

What-- What-- Which-- How ‘you-- What'd you do to him?

Secret angel stuff. You see, Kevin, nobody can see me but you!

Uh, but- but why me?

You asked for us, remember?

We're among a select few who still make house calls.

- This is impossible. - Impossible?

Gadzooks! What a horrible word!

If you believe hard enough...

anything's possible.

Be sure you catch the end of the game.

Ifs gonna be a doozy.

[Smacks Lips] Yeah. Mmm!

Ah, I love stadium mustard.

Hey, wait a minute. Al?

You're a weird kid, you know that?

,

Are you feeling better? No more cloud people?

[ Cheerleaders] All right, all right, all right. Westfield Angels!

I was wrong.

They're not cloud people. They're angels.

Oh, now they're angels.

- That's what Al said. - Who's Al?

- The head angel. - Oh, he's the head angel?

Look, he even left a feather.

Huh? He said the end of the game was gonna be a real doozy.

Okay, Kevin, that's enough. I'm not laughing.

You'll see.

I Man] Do 'T' guys!

Ugh. It looks like Lincoln's gonna seal the victory by running out the clock.

[Blows Raspberry]

- [ Sighs] - [Man] Come on, let's do it!

- We'll never get the ball back. - Let'; go, Angels!

[Deep Sigh]

Down.

Set. Hut.

- Fumble! - [ Blows Whistle]

Fumble!

- Hold it, hold it! - Get the ball!

And it's-

I got the ball!

- Westfield ball! - I don't believe it!

- We got the ball back! We got it back! -[Giggling]

Twenty seconds left. Holy moley!

Unbelievable!

Uh, Sam'. Sam, get "m there'.!

Go on, get in there! Hurry!

[ Both] Go!

[ Skip] Garo gets set for a 50-plus yarder, unheard of in high school football.

Okay, I can do this. I- I can do this.

Wow.

If he makes this, you could lose a lot of money.

He's not gonna make it. His pants are on backwards.

- [ Man] It's all you, Garo! - [ Boy] Al! right, man.

Come on! Come on. Let's go, buddy!

[Panting] It's not far.

Oh, it is far. It's far.

Come on. Come on!

I Boy] Come on, Garo!

- [Crowd] Ten, nine, eight... - Come on!

- Seven, six, five... - Hoot one. Hoot two.

- Four, three, two, one. - [ Garo ] Hike!

- [ Grunting] - It's up.

Ifs high enough. ifs long enough.

It's-

- It's good! - [Cheering]

Yes!

- I kick a touchdown! - [All ] Yea!

- We won! My gosh, we won! - We won!

We won, we won, we won!

We won! Oh, mama, we won!

Come on, man. Let's go.

We actually won a game! We won! Yes!

- [Garo] I kick a touchdown! - Wow.

♪♪ [ Car Stereo: Rock]

Hey, ain't that Harper?

Yeah, I heard he quit the team after his old man died.

- Hey, Harper. Where you goin'? - I don't know.

[Laughs ] You don't know, huh?

Well, uh, we're gonna cruise around. You wanna tag?

- [ Engine Idling] - Sure.

Get in the back.

Go on! Get in the back!

[ Door Closes]

[Engine Revs, Tires Squeal]

[Slurping] I'm gonna take off, Coach.

Whoo! Everything's locked up. [Clicks Tongue]

That was some catch today, huh, Artie?

Ah, it sure was. [Slurps]

Let me ask you something.

Did you see anything peculiar when Shack made that catch?

[Whispering] Anything peculiar when Shack made that catch?

He did jump awful high. [Giggling]

Otherwise, nothing out of the ordinary?

Uh... no. Why, Coach?

I don't know.

It just seemed like he almost got...

lifted up in the air.

You all right, Coach? Can I get you some water or something?

Uh, no, no. No, I'm fine.

Mm.

You can go now.

I'll get the lights.

Good night, Coach. Congratulations.

[Scoffs ] Yeah, yeah, yeah.

[ Loud Growl ]

[Sighs]

,

[ Car Approaching]

- Hang tomorrow? - All right.

[ Dog Barking]

-Jess, I gotta talk to you. - Can it wait till tomorrow?

- Something unbelievable happened today. - I heard. They won.

- Yeah, but that's not it. - You ask me, it's pretty unbelievable.

Jess, I gotta tell you something, but you gotta promise you won't laugh.

[Sighs ] What, Kevin?

I know this sounds crazy, but I saw it with my own eyes.

The team won today because they had angels.

Angels.

Yeah, real ones. And they came out of the sky.

There was two with Shack and one with Garo.

And Al, the head guy, says that I'm the only one who could see them.

- What do you think about that? - I think you're nuts, Kevin.

I'm not nuts.

No one's saying you're nuts, Kevin.

I just wanna ask you a few questions.

When did you first see these hallucinations?

They're not hallucinations. They're angels.

[Chuckles]

Well, could you please describe these, uh, angels?

Yeah, Kevin. Describe these angels.

'Al! W?

Al- Al-

I'll try to describe them to you.

- They're-- - Stunningly handsome.

They're--

There's really nothing to describe.

I made the whole thing up.

- You made it up? - You made it up, hmm?

Yeah, I have a very rich fantasy life.

[ Chuckles] I'm always making up stories to amuse myself and others.

- Ow. - [Al] Aaah!

[Chuckles] I see.

Oh, now you're gonna get it!

[Giggling]

[ Giggling Continues]

Stop it. Stop!

[ Laughing]

- Could you please ask Mrs. Harper to come in? - [ Woman] Yes, Doctor.

I see this sort of thing all the time.

- It'; very common. - Really?

Absolutely.

Oh! Especially in children who have recently suffered a trauma.

Oh, such as a loss of a loved one... or a pet.

Sol shouldn't be too concerned?

Kevin is gonna be just fine...

but I am a little worried about you.

The loneliness must be devastating.

An attractive woman like you...

in the prime of her life...

suddenly widowed.

Do you like to tango?

[Nervous Laugh]

What were you trying to do in there, have me committed?

They can'! see you.

[Loud Babbling]

They could, if they opened their eyes real wide.

[Sighs] Everyone thinks I'm crazy...

including my brother.

[Scoffs] Don't worry. He'll come around.

Some are just harder than others, that's all.

[ Gasps ] I gotta fly;!

Come on, Kevin. I'm sorry I dragged you down here.

- [Al ] Aaah! - [ Rattling Sounds]

You know, guys, I was, um- I was thinking about maybe going back to work.

You know, like, get my mind off things...

and j-just get things back to normal, you know.

Besides, we really could use the extra money.

I finished the dining room. I think it looks pretty good, huh?

Well, I think it does, anyway.

So what do you guys think?

[ Mutters] I don't know.

Jesse, um...

I got a call today from a couple of your teachers.

I know, I know, I know.

Look, I understand that this is a really tough time for you...

and, um, it's probably really hard to focus-

I don't want to talk about this.

Looks like it's just you and me, kid.

Dad would believe me.

He'd believe in the angels.

He'd want to know everything about them...

e-even if he didn't believe.

At least he'd pretend.

[Sighs]

,

- [ Crowd Chatter/mg ] - [On P.A. ] Well, football fans...

this has been a real dogfight.

With under a minute left, it's still nothing-nothing.

Westfield's defense has been able to shut down the powerful Adams team...

but our offense has been unable to score.

If you're unable to score...

try Yolanda's Dance Studio at beautiful Cedar Center...

in downtown South Euclid.

Uh-oh. It looks like Adams is attempting to kick a 45-yard field goal.

There's the snap. There's the kick. It's up.

[ Crowd Groaning]

Oh, no, it's good.

- [ Groans] - [Cheering]

- Aha-ha! Yes, sir! - All right!

Oh, man, that was sweet.

I knew they'd come.

Jess, I've gotta talk to you.

About what?

About what we talked about. You know.

- What's with him? - Oh, I don't know. He's flipped.

More like flapped.

Look, Mom told me I had to take you to the game, and I did.

Now, I'm gonna sit with my friends.

Fine. I'll tell Buck myself.

[Exasperated Sigh]

Tell him what?

I don't know.

Okay, we grab this kickoff, try to get out of bounds...

and then go for a “Hail, Mary.“

- Who's our fastest guy? - Urn--

- Dabinsky. - Dabinsky?

Artie, what was Dabinskys time in the hundred-yard dash?

Uh, seven minutes.

He got lost. [Giggles]

[Groaning]

Sorry, kid. It's not gonna happen. Now scram.

I saw two angels pick up Shack last week and drop him in the end zone.

You can't be serious.

Yeah, angels. And now there's two giving Dabinsky a foot rubdown.

[Groaning Continues]

How come I can't see 'em?

Maybe because I'm a kid and I still believe in that kind of thing? I don't know!

Look, you've got to put him in. The game depends on it.

What's your name?

Kevin Bartholomew Harper.

Oh, another Harper, huh? Are you Peter's boy?

- [ Sighs] -[Groaning Continues]

Sorry, kid. I can't do it.

[Sniffling, Sobbing]

Awww!

Aww, don't cry. Come on. Shh.

Come on. It's okay.

My dad would've wanted it this way.

[Continues Sobbing]

[Sobbing Stops]

[Sobbing Resumes]

[Skip] Westfield lines up for what could be the final play of the game.

Hold on, Nellie!

Receiving the kick for Westfield is...

Albie Dabinsky?

Why's he putting in Dabinsky?

Because Coach Buck's a moron. [Chuckling]

- Dabinsky! - Huh?

Your shoes!

[Opposing Players Grunting]

Aaaah!

[ Clapping]

- Let's go! - Dabinsky!

- [Clapping Continues] Let's go! - Run'.!

[Grunts]

Let'; go]

Let'; go]

Let'; go]

- Yes - Let's go!

Aaaah!

[All Yelling]

Let'; go]

Get the ball-

Yes!

- Fumble! - Let's go/

Let's go]

- Get it! - Let's go/

' [ Giggling] "Let's go!/

[ Skip] The ball goes to Hammond.

Over to Davies. Then back to Crenshaw.

Now McRae's got it!

U-Uh, P-Powell's got it now!

And it goes back to McRae!

Fantastic! Amazing!

Ifs over to Powell again! To Hammond!

I don't believe this!

I don't believe this!

Waaaaah!

Let'; go]

Let'; go]

Let'; go]

- [Skip] Touchdown, Westfield! - Yes!

[Cheering]

We won again!

[Giggling] Good call, Coach.

[ Players Shouting, Cheering]

Ohh!

Let'; go]

Let'; go]

g," [ Marching Band]

♪♪ [ Continues]

Pro left, offset right.

Twenty-four sweep, Angels dancin' on one.

Let's get 'em, baby. Ready!

[All ] Break!

Ready! Down!

Set! Hut!

[ Skip] Kerner plows through the defense and scores!

Ohhh, I love it!

[Hooting, Cheering]

[Cheerleaders Cheering]

All right, all right, all right!

[ Cheering Continues]

Ever since Coach Buck's good luck charm...

little Kevin Harper and his patented “angel wave,“

have been on the sidelines...

Westfield just can't lose.

Amazing.

[ Cheering, Shouting ]

All right!

- Halo! - Halo!

[Cheering]

This is awesome!

[All Chattering]

[Boy] Hey!

[Hooting, Cheering Continues]

- [Whistle Blowing] - Yes!

[ Cheerleaders] Go, Westfield!

Go, Westfield!

Beat 'em! Let's go, Angels!

Beat 'em! Let's go!

Beat 'em! Let's go, Angels!

[ Cheering, Hooting]

[Both Yelling]

,

- [ Sighs] - Thanks, Bodean.

- Bodean, let go of my bag. - “Bodean, let go of my bag.“

Kev. Just curious.

What have you and Buck been talking about, huh? Are you giving him plays?

I'm not giving him anything.

I'm just a kid. Why would he listen to me?

Right. Just a kid.

Why would he listen to you, huh?

Later, Harper!

So, now do you believe in angels?

Why should I?

How do you think the team wins every week?

There are angels helping them. They're everywhere.

- They're all over the field. - I didn't see anything.

[Sighs]

That doesn't mean they don't exist.

Jesse, you gotta believe.

Why?

'Cause then you'd start to feel better. You'd be able to play football again.

I don't wanna play football again...

not without Dad around.

You know what I think? I think Dad's an angel.

He's watching out for you.

Dad's gone, Kevin...

and he's never coming back.

Ever.

[Sighs]

Your brother say anything to you?

About what?

About the plays he's giving to Buck.

- He's not giving him any plays. - No?

Then you explain how that team's winning. Huh?

You can't, can you?

You know how much money that kid's cost me? Half of my stake.

Half!

- [Sighs] - Maybe you shouldn't bet.

What are you, my mother?

Yeah, what are you, his mother?

Shut up, Tyler.

[Chuckles]

[Engine Off]

Wanna put some gas in? I'm gonna get some munchies.

All right. Yeah. Okay.

Free pumpkin with every fill-up.

Um, n-no, thanks. Just fill 'er up.

[ Scoffs ]

[Bodean ] All right, that's enough. Pay him.

Jesse, pay him!

- Come on! - Here you go.

- That's fine. - Okay.

[Engine Starts]

Hey'. Hey'.!

[Chuckling]

[ Mutters] Caught.

[Engine Off]

What are you doing, Jess? Get back in the car.

Is that what you mean by “a couple of odd jobs”?

Ripping off a gas station?

[Chuckles] You do what you gotta do.

Thanks for the ride, Bodean.

[ Door Slams]

Hey, J-- Harper !

Harper, you're nothing without me. Come on!

Harper;

- [ Door Closes] - [ Sighs]

- Now can I sit up front? - No!

You Jesse Harper?

Yeah.

You dropped something.

I'm really sorry about this, Officer.

Well, it is his first time.

Thanks a lot. Good night. Good night, Mrs. Harper.

You wanna talk about this?

Sometimes I wish Dad were here.

I really miss him a lot.

If I hadn't made that stupid team...

he wouldn't have hurried home.

He'd still be alive.

It's all my fault, Mom.

No, Jesse.

Jesse, no.

You can't blame yourself.

It was his time, sweetheart.

Nothing could have changed that.

He was so proud of you.

There were so many things I never got to say.

I never even got to say good-bye.

I know.

Ifs okay, baby.

Ifs all right.

- [ Sniffling] - Oh, sweetie.

Ifs okay.

[ Sobbing, Sniffling]

[Chattering, Faint]

Mind if I have a seat?

[Sighs]

I've got a lot of memories out on that field.

Some great. Some not so great.

I'm sure gonna miss it.

You're quitting?

Well, I like to think of it as retiring.

Can't think of a better way of going out.

You know, kid, you remind me a lot of your father.

He was one of the best players I ever had.

Whew, was he fast.

Like a rocket.

Stubborn too.

He was the heart and soul of the team.

My one regret was that I didn't have the chance to see his boy play.

I've saved your spot on the roster.

I can't promise you you'll play...

but I sure would like to see you in uniform tomorrow night.

Think about it.

[Chattering, Laughing]

,

[ Players Chattering]

All right, everybody, listen up.

[Sighs] First of all...

I'd like to thank all of you for a-

a heck of a season.

It's been an honor to be your coach...

no matter what happens out there.

A lot of strange things have happened this season.

Some call it luck.

Others say it's divine intervention.

I think it has a lot to do with talent.

It's probably all those things.

But one thing's for sure--

This season...

I've been blessed by angels.

Twenty-five of the most wonderful angels...

any coach could wish for.

50, thank you.

Thank you for making my last year as coach...

a great one.

Um...

I'd like to take you up on that offer, Coach.

That's if the rest of the team doesn't mind.

Think you can handle a coin toss?

We haven't won one all season.

Yes, sir.

[Chuckling] Then suit up!

[Players Hooting, Cheering] Al! right!

There you go, baby!

- Come here, baby! - Oh, yeah! Let's go!

- Just- - Mom. Mom. I have to go.

Okay? I have to get on the field.

Kevin, wait.

I just wanted to say that I, um, I do believe you.

About the angels, that is.

Mmm.

You'd better hurry. The team needs ya.

Hey, twerp, where you goin', huh?

To the hospital?

Listen,you little smart aleck.

I got a lot of money bet against Westfield tonight. Don't make a loser out of me!

- Hey, kid. - What?

Let him go.

[Whimpers] Sure. Just, uh...

- Thank you. - Kiddin' him.

[ Mutters] Better get goin'.

Okay. [ Muttering]

;; [ Marching Band: “Stars And Stripes Forever")

[ Crowd Cheering]

- [ Shouting ] - [Cheering Intensifies]

Hi there, everybody.

Well, this is it, the highly anticipated championship game...

between the Central High Screamin' Demons...

and our own Westfield Angels!

[Cackling]

Okay, red calls in the air, gentlemen.

Heads.

Westfield wins the toss. Kick or receive?

We'll receive.

Westfield will receive!

- Pick your side. - I'll take this one.

Okay. Switch 'em up.

Okay, gentlemen, shake hands.

Have a good, clean game.

I missed you at the father-son barbecue, Harper.

You're goin' down, man. Big-time.

[All Cheering] Come on!

[Shouting]

[ Skip] Yep, that's what high school football is all about--

Sportsmanship.

Back to receive the kick for Westfield is number 34, Kenny Kemer.

- [ Whistle Blows] - [All Shout] Play!

[Skip] Central kicks off, and here we go.

Kerner catches it at the two. He's at the five.

At the 10. He's at the 20.

He's at the 30!

- [ Groaning ] - Ooh, he 's knocked hard hit out of bounds by Stone!

- Oh, I love it! What a hit! That's the way to keep hittin'! - [ Players Shouting]

Oh, mama, was that a huge hit.

They felt that one in China! Ooh!

- [ Groaning ] - it looks like Kemer is in obvious pain, folks.

They're gonna have to help him off the field. Gosh, what a blow to Westfield.

What is Coach Buck gonna do now?

All right, men! That's the way!

- Take no prisoners! We're on this! - [Shouting Continues]

[ Cheerleaders] G-o! Let's go, Angels!

Al! Great seats. Did I miss much?

Yeah. We need your help. Kerner just got hurt. You gotta do something quick.

L- I can't.

- “Can't“? - You gotta win championships on your own.

But Central's so tough. You gotta do something. The team needs you.

I'm here to enjoy the game.

I'm a big sports fan.

Baseball, football, basketball.

- One thing I don't understand though. - What?

Utah... Jazz?

Huh? What's the connection?

I mean, these are the things that keep me up nights.

Well, keep the faith!

Al- Al, wait a minute, don't...

Kg

[ Cheerleaders] Let's go, Angels! G-o! Let's go!

Who you talkin' to?

- No one. - They're here, aren't they?

I knew they'd come.

- Well- - Well, what?

We're on our own today.

- No angels? - No angels.

Not one?

Not one.

What are we gonna do?

Harper!

- Go in for Kernel'! - Yes, sir.

Go, Jesse!

In for Kerner is number 22...

Jesse Harper.

Well, let's see what this kid's got.

Go! Go! Go! [Cheering Continues]

[ Skip] Shotgun hands it off to Harper.

He cuts in, then out!

Harper around the left side, picks up six yards.

Driven out of bounds hard by Stone.

Oh! Second and four! Mama, this kid can fly! Oooh-aah!

[Crowd Chanting] Let's go, Angels! [Rhythmic Clapping]

Let's go, Angels!

[ Skip] It's Harper again, this time to the right.

- [ Grunting] - [ Whistle Blows]

First down, Westfield! Ooh!

It's all Harper, folks! Ohh, yes!

[Whistle Continues Blowing]

[ Skip] What a cheap shot by Stone!

[Booing, Shouting]

- Come on! - [Shouting]

I want you, Harper! Come on, Harper!

Get off the field!

Set! Hut!

[Skip] Shotgun drops back to pass, throws to Shackleford.

Stone is leveled by Harper! What a block!

Shack gets to the ten, the five, three, two, one- he scores!

Touchdown, Westfield! Ohh, mama!

- [Whistle Blows] - [Skip] I love it!

Next time I might have to hit you harder.

[All ] Let's go, Angels!

Let's go, Angels!

- Set! Hut! - [ Grunting]

[ Skip] Westfield gets into the backfield, and it's a sack!

Ooh, they mauled him!

Central drops back to pass. It's...

intercepted by Shackle-ford!

- At the hall,' Westfield leads Central, 7-0. - [ Whistle Blows]

Tommy, run this block. He'll be right behind.

This play will work. It's worked before in practice, it'll work again.

Right through here.

Okay, now, you. Very good hustle. I noticed that.

I want you to give me more.

[ Skip] Here's the snap.

[ Whistle Blows]

Ohh! The field goal is good.

[Cackling]

[ Skip] Westfield still leads 7-3 at the end of the third quarter.

- Stick it to 'em, Westfield! - [ Cheering, Shouting]

It's okay. We're up by four. No problem.

[ Skip] Central drops back.

He's looking to pass. The receiver blows by Shackleford!

He's open in the end zone!

- Touchdown, Central! Oh, no! - I Whistle Blows]

The point after is... good.

-[Crowd Groans] - Oh, man.

Well, with just over one minute left in the game...

it looks like time is running out on Westfield's miracle season.

- Hey, it's not your fault. - No, I should've had him. I should've had him.

Now we're gonna lose.

Hey-

No, we're not.

,

[Skip] With just 58 seconds left in the game...

and only one time out remaining...

Westfield trails 10-7.

Now, all Westfield has to do is march 80 yards down the field...

against the number-one defense in the state.

Just key on Harper. He's all they got.

Five-three-reg. Five-three-reg. Ready?

[All] Hit it!

- Come on! Come on! Go! - [ Cheering, Shouting]

[ Skip] Shotgun gives it to Harper.

Harper leaps another defender, leaps again!

And Harper gets out of bounds at the 25!

He stops the clock with 52 seconds left in the game!

Come on! Go, you guys!

Ticktock, Harper. [ Laughs]

[Crowd Chanting] Go! Go! Angels got the power!

[Shouting]

[ Skip] It's to Harper again.

He sweeps t0 the outside. Somehow he manages to get out of bounds again'.

Yeah, come on! You can do it!

Harper struggles to get out of bounds, but doesn't make it.

It looks like Coach Buck will be forced to use his last time-out.

Time! Time out! Time! Time out!

- Time out! Time out! Time out! - [Whistle Blows]

Fifty yards to go, one play left. We got no choice.

All you backs and receivers, flood the end zone.

Shotgun, throw up a prayer! Right, Coach!

No.

Give me the ball, Coach.

Jesse, we don't need a first down. We need a touchdown.

I can do it. I promise.

Okay. One more time, around left end.

The rest of you guys, block your tails off! Let's go!

Go, Angels!

Jess, I gotta tell you something.

You're on your own today. There are no angels out there helping you.

You're wrong, Kevin. I got an angel right by my side.

- But, Jess, I-l don't see-- - Kevin.

You gotta believe.

[ Skip] Everyone's on their feet...

flappin' like a bunch of...

angels!

Defense!

Deny! Defeat! Destroy!

[ Skip] Shotgun lines up behind the center.

This is it, folks. One play left.

Westfieldk season on the line.

They're turning on the lights.

Everyone '5 on their" fee t!

Shotgun pitches the ball to Harper.

Harper sweeps to the left!

You can do it, Jess.

You can do it.

[ Dad's Voice] Keep your eye on the end zone, son.

Don'! look back.

Dad?

I knew you could do it, son.

I'm so proud of you Jess.

Don't leave me, Dad.

I never did.

I never will.

I love you, son.

[Cheering Hooting]

Westfield wins! Westfield wins! Ohh!

Ohh!

- Yes'. - Whoa-hue'.!

Touchdown! Yes! Thank you!

- Whoo! - We won! We won! We won!

[ Cheering, Shouting Continues]

Remember, we're always watchin'.

[Clicks Tongue]

,