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(grand orchestral
fanfare playing)

-(electrical crackling)
-(door rattling)

(rumbling)

(jet engines whooshing)

-(rousing theme music plays)
-TV ANNOUNCER 1: Sports.

Theater with real consequences.

All right, welcome back to
NTN and the USFF Championship

on this beautiful day, where
the San Antonio Saviors

have one more shot
at making history.

TV ANNOUNCER 2 (laughing):
And just look at that crowd.

You know, it's not just
what happens on the field.

It's also about the
fans, the memories.

It's more than just a game.

TV ANNOUNCER 1: And
it's a special day

for the Saviors and their star
quarterback, Isaiah White.

He has been having a
fairy-tale year. This man...

CAM SR.: All right, boy, ready?

Fingers on the laces.

Remember that.

...we go. Here we go.

CAM SR.: All right, let's go.

Let's go.

-It's all or nothing.
-And here they go.

-They're taking the field.
-Come on, Isaiah.

Come on, Isaiah.

Come on, Isaiah.
Come on, Isaiah.

Come on, Isaiah.

-Oh!
-Let's go!

TV ANNOUNCER 2: He's
looking. He's under a rush.

TV ANNOUNCER 1: It's
in the air. It's...

-TV ANNOUNCER 2: Touchdown!
-Yes!

-Touchdown!
-Oh! Yeah!

-Isaiah White's fairy-tale season...
-Let's go!

-We won!
-CAM SR.: We did it.

-YVETTE: We did it! We did it!
-We did it.

TV ANNOUNCER 1: Saviors win
it all in dramatic fashion.

TV ANNOUNCER 2: And, uh,
hold on a second here, uh...

We got a man down on the field.

TV ANNOUNCER 1:
That's-that's Isaiah White.

Isaiah White is down,

and it doesn't look like
he's getting up anytime soon.

This does not look good.

He's gone from potential
hero to a guy that looks like

he may have to be
carted off the field.

♪ ♪

CAM SR.: You see that, Cam?

That's what real men do.

They make sacrifices.

No guts, no glory.

We won.

-Yeah.
-(laughs)

TV ANNOUNCER 1: USFF
couldn't exist without

the help of our
sponsor, Gold Bar Bets,

where your bet's
as good as gold.

We won.

You up next?

-You the next Isaiah?
-Yeah!

-"Isaiah, I'm coming."
-Isaiah, I'm coming!

Yeah, say, "Isaiah, I'm coming."

Isaiah, I'm coming!

-You next?
-Yeah!

-"It's my time."
-It's my time!

Who are you?

-I'm him.
-Who are you?

-I'm him!
-Yeah, let's go, boy.

Saviors.

Let 'em know. Let 'em know.

I'm the man!

(cheering and applause)

TV ANNOUNCER 2: And here
we are, 14 years later,

with Isaiah White just winning

his eighth championship
with the Saviors

after what we thought was
a career-ending injury.

COMMENTATOR 1: He
built dynasties.

COMMENTATOR 2: ...how quickly
Isaiah White recovered from...

-Not one, not two, not three...
-TV ANNOUNCER 1: It's a miracle he's still playing.

-Eight rings.
-Eight.

-Clutch moments. Pressure moments.
-A different breed.

COMMENTATOR 2: He's
the greatest winner

this league has ever seen.

TV ANNOUNCER 2: And now
we go live with a word

from our Saviors' owner.

I just want to say
congratulations to the Saviors.

A great year.

(chuckles): On all
their hard work.

And, of course,
congratulations to Zay

and all the Saviors fanatics.

Your support is a huge
part of the team's success.

COMMENTATOR 3: The Saviors
have the MVP of the league...

COMMENTATOR 4: They built
a dynasty around him.

His story is the
story of America.

COMMENTATOR 2: The
question, though, is:

How much does his body
have left to give?

COMMENTATOR 5: I think,
deep down, one more.

COMMENTATOR 2: He is
the undisputed GOAT.

Why are we even having
this conversation?

COMMENTATOR 6: Walk away on top.

COMMENTATOR 7:
...at 45 years old.

COMMENTATOR 8: Will
Isaiah White come back

for one more year?

COMMENTATOR 6: Or
will he retire?

If he does, who do you
think will replace him?

COMMENTATOR 9: I know
it's sacrilege to say it,

but if you're looking for
the next Isaiah White,

it's Cameron Cade.

♪ ♪

The most naturally
gifted quarterback

-we've seen at his age, period.
-Talent off the charts.

The most dynamic
player I've ever seen.

COMMENTATOR 10: Kid is box
office. He can flat-out ball.

COMMENTATOR 9:
Limitless potential.

A lot of quarterbacks come
in with all this hype,

but a lot of them flame out.

"Put up or shut up" time.

He could be the one who rewrites

all the record books.

But at this level,

if you don't have
that obsession,

I don't care how
talented you are.

Does he have what it takes to
carry the weight of greatness?

REPORTER: Cam, what's it like
being back in your hometown

after the amazing season you
had on the football field?

I mean, you were a walk-on,

and then you took that
starting position.

That means the ladies

-must be coming for you.
-(camera clicks)

-No, uh... (chuckles)
-(reporter laughing)

-I'm spoken for.
-JASMINE: Very happily.

-YVETTE: Uh... (clicks tongue)
-Make sure you write that down.

-(clears throat)
-She just needed to know.

It's always nice
being back home.

-Home-cooked meals.
-Mm-hmm.

Uh, family's everything to me.

-Mm. he loves it.
-(laughter)

And I'm sure your family's
really proud and excited

to see you perform in
the combine pretty soon.

Are you nervous about that?

More so excited.

Excited for the
opportunity to perform

and just take everything back
to what my pops taught me.

"No guts, no glory."

YVETTE: Listen,
we know his father

is here with us in spirit.

He taught Cam everything
he knows about the game.

Always saying, "I can
already see it now.

"Cam running down the tunnel
with the fire and the smoke,

with the crowd
chanting his name."

Why wasn't I running
out of a tunnel, Yvette?

'Cause you was busy running
your mouth. Now, be quiet.

REPORTER: Cam, a lot
of people are saying

you could be the next
great quarterback.

Now, you put that
with some guidance,

you could be the next GOAT.

Is that the goal?

Well... (sighs)

My dad did tell me

that I could always be the
greatest of all time, so...

God willing... (inhales deeply)

I want to be the GOAT.

♪ ♪

(spits)

(clicks tongue)

COACH CHUCK: Yo, Cam!

What's up, Coach?

Nice to have you back home.

Hey, lock up when you're
done. I got to bounce.

CAM: All right, that's a bet.

I appreciate you.

(Cam panting)

(distant siren wailing)

(clanks)

(clanks, post rattling)

(rattling continues)

♪ ♪

(post stops rattling)

(loud thump)

♪ ♪

(post rattling)

DR. BOWERS: It could take
anywhere from weeks to years

for a brain to recover
from a trauma like this.

There's nothing he can
really do but rest.

YVETTE: Hey.

It's gonna be okay.

You still think we'll
be good for the combine?

YVETTE: We'll get
a second opinion.

It's gonna be okay.

-I promise. Right?
-(mumbles)

It's gonna be all right. Right?

DR. BOWERS: There's risk
in everything we do.

But if he has another
traumatic brain injury

before he's had time to heal,
it could be career-ending.

♪ ♪

As his doctor, I can't tell you

it's safe for him
to play football.

And as a fan?

(crowd cheering)

ANNOUNCER: Welcome to the USFF

Football Federation Combine,

where we get to see
the next draft class,

along with every
GM, coach and owner.

ANNOUNCER 2: We're glad
to see the potential

number one overall pick

Cameron Cade here in attendance.

If anyone had any doubts
about whether or not

this attack affected
him in any way,

they've been silenced.

He has one of the brightest
futures in this draft class,

-without a doubt.
-REPORTER: Is it true

that you're pulling
out of the draft?

Yeah, it's true I'm pulling out
of your fucking mom tonight.

ANNOUNCER 2: I mean, this kid,

you look at him,
he's so talented.

It would be a tragedy to
see his talent go to waste.

Don't-don't get me wrong.

The kid had a great college
career, no doubt about it.

ANNOUNCER 3: I don't want
to jump ahead of myself,

but I got to say it... we
could be watching the beginning

of the greatest quarterback
to ever play this game.

-I don't need a cut. It's...
-You do, man.

We got to get you right
for the cameras, my boy.

JASMINE: Now, who the fuck
lies about getting attacked?

What the fuck is wrong
with these people, babe?

MURPH: Something
always wrong with them,

but nothing need to
be wrong with us.

Show 'em you him, dawg.

Himzel Washington.
Him Kardashian.

You selling Hims on the side.

Man on Fire... you've
seen the movie.

Show 'em you ain't
no bitch, baby.

-What we doing?
-(cell phone dings)

Hey, I got a party tonight.

Pull up to the crib,
bro. We going up.

-You, too, gang.
-I'll be there.

-YVETTE: Hey.
-MURPH: What's up?

TOM: All right. Him
Duncan, Himothe Chalamet.

Got my junkyard
dog in there, huh?

We got my rabies boy? Come on.

Let me hear you go...
(barking like dog)

-Let me hear it.
-(cell phone dings)

All right, we're good.

-We got the press conference in five.
-Hey, Cam?

-TOM: Hey, Jasmine.
-(razor buzzing)

-Like those edges?
-YVETTE: Cam?

JASMINE: What you
know about edges?

-TOM: Oh.
-YVETTE: Cam? Cam, look at me.

Are you sure you're
ready to go do this?

-Bruh.
-(cell phone dinging)

Drew, don't call me "bruh."

DREW: Mom, it's
glorified calisthenics.

All he has to do is throw
the ball the way he do.

-We good. Chill.
-(stammers) Excuse me, Drew,

but his brain is
swollen. He is concussed.

-DREW: He said he was good.
-That is not nothing.

DREW: You really want to
jeopardize the draft over that?

Listen, you know who you
sound like? (snaps fingers)

-You sound like your father.
-(rapid dinging)

-Chill out. Listen. Okay?
-We don't know what we don't know.

What's your mom talking about?

Ah! You sound like
your father right now.

TOM: He's fine.

He's taken worse
hits on the field.

-(arguing fades)
-(rapid dinging continues)

(razor buzzing loudly)

-Fuck!
-Jesus, what the fuck, man?

-(indistinct arguing)
-(clattering)

CAM: I'm good!

(panting)

I'm good, okay?

I'm good.

I'm good. I'm good.

(Cam clears throat)

I've taken worse
hits on the field.

It's gonna be okay.

We're gonna take
care of this, okay?

-It'll come back.
-It's just a bump.

-It's just a bump.
-And I know you're...

I'm going to perform. I have to.

-I know you're...
-I worked my whole life for this.

You've seen me push
through everything.

-I'm-I'm good.
-I know.

-I-I swear to God I'm good.
-We all...

-Cam?
-DREW: Are you all right, bruh?

Drew, shut the fuck up!

He's fine. He's taken
worse hits on the field.

-REPORTER: Tom, come on.
-(reporters clamoring)

If he's fine, Tom, then why
won't he just talk to us?

I understand not
suiting up, but...

There's four seasons
of tape on the kid.

He's got nothing to prove by
running the 40 for cameras

like he's some kind of
prize pig at a state fair.

-I mean, what the fuck is this?
-(clamoring)

You represent Isaiah White,

and you just signed
Cameron Cade,

so are the rumors true?

Is White playing
one final season?

Yeah, this is... this is
tinfoil hat shit, okay?

Well, are the San
Antonio Saviors

looking for a successor,

and did Cade just
blow his chance?

Those are great questions.

-(clamoring)
-Tom, come on.

Over here, Tom!

(whistle blows in distance)

(distant, muffled announcements)

(marching band
playing in distance)

(go at like bleating nearby)

(heavy breathing nearby)

(joints cracking)

(breathing heavily)

("Get Me Lit" by P-Lo playing)

(signing)

(bleats)

-♪ I can't miss ♪
-(lively chatter)

♪ This my shit,
it get me lit... ♪

MURPH: I'm finna make a toast.
Murph finna make a toast.

Right? First of all,

we going top ten this
motherfucking year!

So I'm finna make
a toast to myself.

'Cause I throw the
best fucking parties!

(cheering)

Oh, now you want to smoke.

Yeah! (laughing)

JASMINE: You know
I love you, right?

Whether you're in
the league or not.

There's more than one
way for you to be great.

Maybe this is a
blessing in disguise.

MURPH: My boy, Cam.

First of all, sit your big

MyPlayer-created-face-having
ass down

and meet my jeweler.

You looking all
sad and shit, dawg.

Come on, look at these diamonds.

White as the privileged South.

You put 'em on,
credit score go up.

-What we doing, brother?
-Come on, bruh. Come on.

Come on, man. You can get
after it tomorrow, all right?

MURPH: This ice a little loose.
I might put it right here. Ah.

Pops would've said the same...

-Get off me!
-Damn, bro.

MURPH: Whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa, whoa.

-Hey, hey.
-You lucky you having a bad day, man.

♪ This my shit, it get me lit ♪

♪ Uh-oh, oh, yeah ♪

♪ Okay ♪

♪ All I do is gas, propane ♪

♪ Oh, yeah... ♪

DREW: Bro!

Bro! Bro! Bro!

JASMINE: Babe! Babe!

-What?
-It's your fucking agent.

(sighs)

Damn.

Running around
this motherfucker.

-Yo, Tom.
-Damn.

Hey, call the ambulance, man.

-JASMINE: What happened?
-MURPH: For what?

-I pulled my hammy.
-Oh, my God.

Nigga, that's why I
told you to calm down.

I wasn't even talking to you.

MURPH: I'm trying to pull a
bitch. You pulling hamstrings.

Yo, Tom, what's up?

TOM (over phone):
There you are. Look.

You can thank me later.
I am the miracle worker.

But I need an answer now
or it's not gonna happen.

Okay? I talked to the Saviors.

I talked to Zay, the
motherfucking GOAT,

and he wants to give
you another shot, bro.

All you got to do
is go down there

and train with him for a week

to show him that you still
motherfucking got it.

Why me?

Look, between you and me,

he's thinking about
hanging it up.

Look, Cam, this is your
shot at getting a deal...

JASMINE: Whoa, nigga.
What the fuck is this?

TOM: ...that will
set your family up

for generations type
shit, so come on.

What would... what
would your dad say?

What would your dad
say to you right now?

(sighs)

Cam?

DREW: Oh, he got some
good news. Go ahead.

TOM: What do you want
to do? What do I say?

Do you want to check in
with your mom on this or...

-Nah.
-He got some good news.

-Say it, motherfucker.
-TOM: Cam?

Cam, are you there?

We going to the fucking league!

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

(lively, indistinct chatter)

DRIVER: It's usually
just a few of them,

but now that he might retire...

WOMAN: I'm here,
Isaiah! I love you!

I love you, Isaiah!

(screams)

DRIVER: There's Marjorie.

We don't want you!

DRIVER: His fan
club's like a cult.

Go home! (spits)

-(Marjorie screaming)
-OFFICER: Move along, Marjorie.

(muffled): Come on, Marjorie.
Back it up. B-Back it up.

-Move on.
-(Marjorie screams)

OFFICER: B... Hey! Get back!

What the fuck?

(chuckles nervously)

(bird squawking)

(camera clicking)

(bird continues squawking)

("Strawberry Letter 23" by
Shuggie Otis plays in distance)

(clatters)

Holy shit.

(distant hammering)

Hello?

♪ Flying in her arms ♪

♪ Over the sea... ♪

Jesus fucking Christ.

♪ Yellow candy screen ♪

♪ See speakers of kite ♪

(chuckles)

♪ With velvet roses diggin' ♪

♪ Freedom flight ♪

♪ A present from you ♪

♪ Strawberry letter 22 ♪

-♪ The music plays ♪
-CAM (softly): Wow.

♪ I sit in for a few ♪

(distant hammering continues)

♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh ♪

♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh ♪

-♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh ♪
-(hammering continues)

Hello?

♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh. ♪

Cameron Cade.

Sorry, I, uh, let myself in.

-(music stops)
-Well, welcome.

-You at home, brother.
-(chuckles)

It's a pleasure. Come here, man.

Great meeting you.

-That game against State?
-You saw that?

Got an arm like a cannon.

No fucking way.
(stammers, chuckles)

That's crazy. I
really appreciate it.

That means a lot
coming from you. I...

Hey, man, just
telling the truth.

Welcome home.

Please, uh, excuse the mess.

I like to live off the land
while I'm out here, you know?

You, uh... you-you
kill that yourself?

Do you know why
quarterbacks exist?

Uh, I don't know, uh, win games?

-(chuckles)
-No.

Native American boys at
the Carlisle Indian School

had to play these big-ass
white boys from Yale.

The Indian kids,
they were out-sized.

But they outsmarted 'em.

They created all these trick
plays like the forward pass,

and these white boys,
oh, they didn't like it.

They wanted to make
the game more brutal

to fit their style of play.

And the game got so violent

that kids was dying on the field

and the president had to come in

and make the forward pass legal.

So those little
Carlisle Indian boys,

they go on to
perfect the spiral.

Now they're mascots.

So what I'm saying to you, Cam,

is, nigga, don't
be no mascot, hmm?

-Yes, sir.
-Don't call me "sir," man.

Call me Zay.

Yes, sir. I meant yeah, y-yeah.

-Cell phone.
-Oh, yeah.

(Isaiah whistling)

ISAIAH: Mm.

Radical detachment.

No cell phones, no phone calls,

no Pornhub, no PornTube,

no OnlyFans, no Grindr,

no sliding into DMs.

(chuckles)

Just football.

I just want you to think of
this like a mini boot camp,

preparing to show out for
the owners of this team.

And most importantly...

("Keep It Warm" by
Flo & Eddie playing)

Oh, shit.

What?

ISAIAH: Can you hold this?

Okay? Don't be scared.
It's already dead.

Hold that right there. Okay.

Ready? I want you to
smash that down like a...

Real hard.

Get it. Wait, wait, wait.

-And don't forget... have fun.
-(song slows to a stop)

("Lemonade" by
Gucci Mane playing)

(indistinct chatter)

Welcome to church.

♪ It's Gucci ♪

♪ My Phantom sitting
on sixes... ♪

Don't fuck this up.

MALEK: Come on,
you got to focus.

♪ Because it is a lemon... ♪

That ain't it. Do it again.

♪ More like a lemon... ♪

ISAIAH: Too much arm.

Use more whip. Use
your whip. One more.

Do it again.

MALEK: Stay off my boxes.

ISAIAH: Ah!

-Good.
-CAM: The timing...

Stop looking at your
feet. Eyes down field.

I'm doing it.

-Old folks. One, two...
-(hands slapping)

Two, two, then we go...

Pump fake, pump fake,
and we gonna slam-dunk.

-Right there.
-Come on.

-Come on. Come on.
-MALEK: Pull that weight.

Don't hurt yourself.

-ISAIAH: Yeah.
-MALEK: Don't hurt yourself.

Yeah, that's a dead man's arm.

Come on, man, let me
get you some weights.

(grunting)

Two!

Almost perfect.

CAM: That was cool?

Get to the pros, people
are faster than college.

Keep a rhythm in your
head. Pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa.

-MALEK: Good job.
-ISAIAH: Plant your foot.

You mad.

-There you go.
-Fuck!

-♪ Gucci ♪
-♪ Lemon on the chain ♪

♪ With the V-cuts ♪

-♪ Yeah ♪
-♪ Lemon on the chain ♪

-♪ With the V-cuts ♪
-♪ Brr ♪

♪ Lemonade and shade
with my feet up ♪

-♪ What? ♪
-♪ Lemonade and shade ♪

-♪ With my feet up ♪
-(Isaiah and Cam yelling)

-♪ Wow ♪
-♪ Lemon pepper wings ♪

♪ And a freeze cup ♪

-(both laughing)
-♪ It's Gucci. ♪

(song ends)

-(laughing)
-You know what I'm saying.

ISAIAH: This ain't
day camp, boy.

-(groans) Shit.
-There you go.

Goddamn, do you stretch at all?

(chuckling)

CAM: Sometimes.

We good?

All right, fuck you, too, then.

That ice bath calling my name.

ISAIAH: You're gonna need one,
you keep fucking with Malek.

-(Cam chuckles)
-And this is just the baseline.

You missed the combine.

The owners ain't gonna
purchase no damaged goods.

-Okay.
-This is my man Marco. Marco!

Sports medicine doctor.

Been with me since day one.

You need a realignment,
painkillers,

Toradol shot, a
goddamn hand job,

that's your man,
best in the world.

I know. Nice to meet you, sir.

Skull line fracture
with blunt force trauma.

Anything else we
should know about?

Uh, n-no, not that
I can think of.

-(joints cracking)
-Oh.

Oh, shit. Okay.

MARCO: Clothes off.

(laughs)

You heard the man.
Drop your drawers.

It's a physical, man.

Wh-What, you got a
baby dick or something?

Marco, what you
got for baby dick?

-Nothing. Couldn't fix mine.
-(Isaiah chuckles)

♪ ♪

(pulls shorts down)

(scale rattling)

MARCO: Six-five, 210.

-Oh, that's a big yellow nigga.
-(smacks)

MARCO: Arms up.

84-and-a-quarter-inch wingspan.

10.2-inch hand size.

-So, how's the family?
-MARCO: 15-inch biceps.

ISAIAH: Your mom
must be proud, huh?

CAM: Yeah.

My dad damn near
worshipped you growing up.

Made me watch that clip of
your injury all the time.

He wanted to show me what
a real man looked like.

ISAIAH: Sounds like
a fun childhood.

Similar to mine.

Mine was actually worse.

Maybe that's why I'm
so damn good at my job.

TRAINER 1: Eardrums look
good. No fluid in the ears.

TRAINER 2: Lymph
nodes are normal.

TRAINER 1: Resting heart
rate is strong. 40 BPM...

So, how'd you get
back on the field?

Shit. I damn near killed myself.

TRAINER 2: Several
freckles, but no melanoma.

Rehabbing.

As a Black quarterback,

I had to be great
just to be good.

Imagine what I had to do to
be the greatest of all time.

You know, when you
love something,

it's easy to make
sacrifices for it.

So, what gets you on the field?

CAM: Definitely my family.

They sacrificed a lot for me.

ISAIAH: All right.

I want you to remember that
when you can't push no further.

See...

that's only gonna
take you but so far.

Family.

MARCO: Physical
examination complete.

We do what we do and we
make the money we make

so we can take
care of our family.

Right?

But if you want to
transcend the game,

then you gonna have
to find something more

than external motivation.

You have to dig deep,
deep inside of you.

Also, put some clothes on.

I thought you were only gonna
go down to your underwear.

This is... this is... it's
been very awkward for me.

ISAIAH: Yeah. It's weird, bro.

Completely weird.

Get dressed, please.

♪ ♪

Hey. Anybody got
eyes on my drawers?

Pop this jade egg in your
pussy to maximize your orgasm,

because pleasure is an
act of radical self-love.

Um, what else? What else?

TAYLOR (whispering):
The endometriosis.

-What?
-The endometriosis. The dollar.

Oh. And one dollar per order

will be donated to my
endometriosis foundation.

-And...
-(gasps)

-Cameron Cade?
-CAM: Hey, Mrs. White.

-Uh...
-Oh, my God.

Please, call me Elsie.

It is so nice to
meet you finally.

You have no idea how
happy I am to see you.

And I'm just so happy
that you're here.

You know, it's like...
it's been a difficult time

with the R-word... retirement.

-Right.
-It's, like, passing the baton

and, you know, transitions
of power are never peaceful.

-It's like, more money, more problems, right?
-Mm-hmm.

Who said that, Biggie?
I don't know. Anyway,

just take it easy
on him, have fun,

and I will see you when
I'm back from my trip.

-Absolutely.
-It was nice to meet you, cutie.

-Nice meeting you, as well.
-Oh, my God, I totally forgot.

We make them for men now.

Put it in your butthole, Cam.

Anyway, have so much fun.

Come on, Taylor! Let's go.

♪ ♪

-I'm a really big fan.
-ELSIE: Taylor!

Oh, shit. Thank you.

All this foreign-ass
fruit. (chuckles)

MARCO: Lychee. It's very common.

Whoa. What the fuck is that?

ISAIAH: My blood oxygen
is good right now.

The higher the count...

the more I can push my body.

Especially endurance.

I like to save this
blood for rainy days.

You know, if I'm,
like, hungover or tired

and I want to train extra hard.

Autotransfusion.

Is that, like, I
don't know, legal?

You want a hit?

Uh, no, no, I'm...
(chuckles) I'm good.

MARCO: Father Time
is undefeated,

but here, we give him a
good run for his money.

(Cam groans)

ISAIAH: Yeah.

You done fucked around
and found out, didn't you?

Hey. Good work out there, champ.

Appreciate it.

I'm gonna go study some film.

Marco, take care of this man.

Get him a rubber duckie for
his ice bath or something.

MARCO: In ancient Rome,

gladiators swore an
oath to their trainers

to endure being burnt,
beaten, killed with a sword.

It's funny, isn't it?

That, uh, primal urge.

American football is just
the newest iteration.

CAM: Whoa, whoa.

MARCO: Helps with the pain.

(burbling)

-(groans softly)
-You'll thank me later.

Many religions would
consider his blood holy.

(electricity powering down)

(exhales slowly)

(inhales deeply)

(neck cracking)

MALEK: Cock-a-doodle-do!

Wake your bitch ass up, boy!

("Shook Ones, Pt. II"
by Mobb Deep playing)

This ain't peewee, nigga!

Move your ass!

Pressure is a privilege!

♪ Scared to death, scared
to look, they shook ♪

♪ 'Cause ain't no such
things as halfway crooks ♪

♪ Livin' the life that
of diamonds and guns ♪

♪ There's numerous ways you
can choose to earn funds ♪

♪ So some get
shot, locked down ♪

♪ And turn nuns,
cowardly hearts... ♪

ISAIAH: Baby, let's
get it. Come on.

Come on. Come on.

♪ He ain't a crook, son ♪

♪ He's just a shook one. ♪

(panting)

(coughing)

(song fades)

(retching)

(insects buzzing)

(short, gasping breaths)

(footsteps approaching)

(footsteps continue)

(sharp, rapid breathing)

(muffled): No guts, no glory.

(normal volume): You
good? You all right?

All right, all right, here.

Breathe. Breathe.

Slow your heart rate.

One, two, three,
four. There you go.

You good?

All right. You cramping?

Right here?

Here. Drink that.

("Swim" by Guapdad 4000 playing)

Help is on the way.

♪ You're always down,
I'm the real OG ♪

♪ I'm-a always have hos OD ♪

♪ I'm-a always
have a game OD... ♪

ISAIAH: Recovery.

It's the key to longevity.

Sometimes you got
to... (chuckles)

Slow down to speed up.

Thank you.

(Isaiah sighs)

ISAIAH: Let me ask you.

Would you rather run
a 1.4 ten or a 4.440?

1.4 ten.

It's all about the burst.

You know, 1.4 ten
is football fast.

4.440, that's just style points.

All right.

Would you rather
have the ability

to never get tired
or never get injured?

(sighs) Shit.

Think about how
many almost-greats

we lost to injury.

Hell yeah, if I could
never get injured...

All right, so what if you...

can avoid getting injured?

Wh-Who are they?

ISAIAH: Who, them?

Oh, they're just a
bunch of free agents

with nothing to lose.

We're just gonna
play a little catch.

Matter of fact, we
gonna play, man.

You sit this one out.
You tired and all.

You still recovering.

All right. (smacks lips)

See you later.

Hey, yo!

Let's get this.

You brought too many
shirtless niggas, man.

MARCO: I told you
you'd thank me later.

("Italy" by Maglera Doe
Boy & ONDELIVE playing)

(burbling)

Mate...

(whispering): it's
gonna be a long week.

♪ I was just by the
local bodega... ♪

(song continues with
lyrics in Sotho)

-ISAIAH: Eyes closed.
-(exhales sharply)

Set, hut!

♪ You know how I'm styling ♪

♪ Pretty nigga like
Vega, I'm violent... ♪

ISAIAH: Set, hut!

♪ I'm stylish, I don't
need a stylist. ♪

-(player catches ball)
-ISAIAH: A'ight.

Same drill, but we
gonna switch it up.

I'm gonna need a
little volunteer.

-CED: Mr. White...
-(song fades)

I got you.

ISAIAH: My man.

The balls on this kid. Let's go!

Two seconds on the clock.

You on the clock.

♪ ♪

(machine whirring)

(clicking)

ISAIAH: You're never
gonna have to worry

about your blind
side ever again.

Eyes closed.

(breathing deeply)

Set, hut!

♪ ♪

A'ight, little boy waking up.

Come on, plant that back foot.

Set, hut!

Let's go! Hit 'em!

Set, hut!

(groans)

Mm.

Too slow.

(leather creaking)

Shh.

(grunting unsteadily)

What the fuck?

-Set, hut!
-What? What? Wait.

(groans)

See, you think this is a game.

Hey, Malek, he
thinks it's a game!

(spits)

-(groans)
-What the fuck is going on?

What are we doing?

No. Hold on, I'm...
I'm confused.

Come on, man, look at that.

Look, Ced's counting on you.

(groaning)

(straining): Oh, shit.

(stammers)

(under breath): Goddamn.

Set, hut!

-Come on. That's one.
-Come on, lock in. Let's go.

-Tighten up. Focus. Come on.
-Three completions, and we out.

Set, hut!

-(grunts)
-CAM: Hey, yo!

(groans) -Come on, get
your head in the game!

-Let's go!
-Crank that bitch.

CAM: My mans is dying over here.

-Crank that bitch.
-CAM: Goddamn.

I got a cousin in Pop Warner
that catch better than that.

-WILLIS: You not Zay.
-CAM: What are you doing?

-Come on! Let's go!
-WILLIS: You're not shit.

CAM: My man's fucking
dying over here.

Give me some receivers
that can catch.

(Ced groans)

Set, hut!

(grunting)

ISAIAH: Come on, Cam!

Think, bro, think!

CAM: All right, come
on, let's lock in.

Let's lock in. Come on.

My mans is dying
over here. Let's go!

-Act like you want to be here.
-(laughs) Yeah.

Don't want to play football,
get the fuck out of here.

-Let's go!
-You're not a good teammate.

-(Isaiah laughing)
-CAM: Come on, get it!

CAM: Yeah, I'm doing my job,
so you do your job, all right?

All right, I need better
catches! Let's go!

You're supposed to be
professionals! Come on.

Come on and get your
head in the game.

WILLIS: You a bitch.

-CAM: Oh, I'm a bitch?
-WILLIS: You a bitch.

-I'm a bitch?
-Your daddy's a bitch.

-I'll make you my bitch.
-Well, your daddy was a bitch.

ISAIAH: Hey, hey, hey.

(sighs)

Come on.

You shouldn't talk
like that on the field.

All right?

Listen.

(sighs) You a QB.

All the fucking blame goes
on your fucking shoulders!

All the glory, all the defeat...

it's all on you to hold.

So please...

get your fucking shit together!

Boop.

We're all right. He's ready.

(breathing deeply)

♪ ♪

Set, hut!

-(breathing heavily)
-(slow clapping)

-Hey, you good? Stay down.
-(Ced groaning)

You good, playboy?

Let me see.

Oh, shit.

Hey, let's get Marco.

Let's get him some help.

-(groans unsteadily)
-CAM: Oh.

Come on, you good?

(laughter)

Did we get you?

Yeah. I mean...

(snickering)

Way to throw out there,
Zay. It was an honor.

(laughter)

Good job out there.

Thank you for the
opportunity, Mr. White.

Yeah.

You got fucked up.

(laughing)

Fuck you laughing at?

A'ight.

Lunchtime.

Let's go, guys.
Good job. Good job.

"Saviors" on three!

-One, two, three!
-OTHERS: Saviors!

MARCO: You think that's bad?

It's nothing.

Isaiah got hit so hard once
in a helmet-to-helmet hit

that it caused a
fracturing of the skull,

just behind his face,

causing internal bleeding
to exit out his tear ducts.

It turns out that human skulls

aren't designed to
smash into each other.

-(Cam laughs softly)
-(chuckles) True.

After I staple your shit
together, gonna need you to sit

in a hyperbaric chamber
for a couple of hours.

-It's medicine for the brain.
-(stapler clicks)

ISAIAH: You up, kid.

(Cam sighs)

CAM: You, uh,

think what's-his-name's
gonna be okay?

ISAIAH: No. If you refer to
him as "what's-his-name,"

do we really give a fuck?

(both chuckling)

It's a casualty of war, man.

Think about it like this.

(air hissing)

(over speaker): You
know the saying,

"God, family, football"?

For me...

it's "football, family, God."

♪ ♪

-Now, hey.
-(knocking on glass)

Try to relax.

All right?

Enjoy.

(Isaiah whistling)

(cell phone dings, beeps)

YVETTE: Hey, Cam, it's Mom.

Just checking in to
see how it's going.

I've been trying to call you,

but I'm sure you're
busy over there.

I hope everything is going well

and you're taking
good care of yourself.

-(thumping)
-CAM (muffled): Hey!

YVETTE: And remember the
doctor said try not to hit

your head again.

-(muffled): Hey!
-YVETTE: Don't feel pressure

to do anything that
could risk your future.

-And don't forget...
-(indistinct, muffled shouting)

I love you.

Cock-a-doodle-do!

Get your bitch ass up!

We back at it like
a crack addict!

Every day, I'm on your
ass like white on rice!

You ain't shit, kid!

You can't lead no team!

♪ ♪

-(burbling)
-(joints cracking)

Whoo!

ISAIAH: Get that
ball high and tight.

This is light work, fellas.

Rip through, rip
through, rip through!

High and tight!

(grunting)

(groaning)

-Yeah, you soft, boy.
-What the fuck was that?

I thought we was going light!

ISAIAH: Come on, bro,
this is the big leagues.

(sighs) Man, run it again.

You got me in this
linebacker-ass helmet.

Reset!

ISAIAH: You ladies set?

(grunting)

(players groaning, laughing)

(high-pitched ringing)

(crackling)

ISAIAH (muffled): The
game rewards violence.

Get used to it.

Nigga, you ain't no killer.

Your scouting report
said you was a bitch.

I see you, nigga.
You ain't nothing.

You ain't nothing but an
emotional little pretty boy

chasing validation
from strangers

'cause your father
didn't love you.

This ain't no fucking game!

(Cam breathing heavily)

This ain't a fucking game, man.

This is... this is everything.

You are not your father.

(breath trembling)

-Does Cameron Cade...
-(patting shoulder)

Want this?

Yes, I fucking want this!

Then what are you
willing to sacrifice?!

Everything!

(both breathing heavily)

♪ ♪

Then show me.

Set, hut!

♪ ♪

Yo! Yo!

Come on! Oh! (chuckles)

Now we playing some
fucking football, bitch!

(grunting)

(deep, distorted roar)

♪ ♪

Whoa! Whoa!

-(grunting weakly)
-I told y'all boys stop...

y'all boys stop playing with me!

Dead body alert!
Dead body alert!

Come get your dead homey up.

(spits)

I don't start shit,
Zay. I just finish it.

(short, gasping breaths)

(players murmuring)

(Willis groaning, gasping)

♪ ♪

I just...

I just got lost.

(breathing heavily)

MALEK: Oh, shit.

There he is.

We're fucking proud of you.

(patting shoulder)

We're fucking proud of you.

ISAIAH: ♪ All the Saviors say ♪

ALL: ♪ Amen ♪

ISAIAH: ♪ All the Saviors say ♪

ALL: ♪ Amen ♪

-♪ All the Saviors say ♪
-♪ Amen ♪

♪ Amen, amen ♪

♪ All the Saviors say ♪

♪ Amen ♪

♪ All the Saviors say ♪

(fading): ♪ Amen. ♪

♪ ♪

(muffled): All right!
"Saviors" on me on three!

-One, two, three!
-OTHERS: Saviors!

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

-(ball bounces loudly)
-(gasps)

(faint clicking)

(faint whirring)

(whirring continues)

(cameras clicking
and whirring loudly)

(clicking and whirring stop)

♪ ♪

(laughter)

-(laughter stops)
-(breathing heavily)

CAM: Are y'all out or something?

I can barely hear you.

DREW (over phone): Nah,
man. We at the house.

Everybody here. It's
Mom's birthday, remember?

CAM: Oh, shit.

DREW: What you mean
you're not doing well?

-What the fuck is that about?
-I don't know. I just...

You know, I keep seeing shit.

I don't really know what to do.

A'ight. I'm here for you,
man. I'm here for you. Look.

-Rub your temples,
-(thunder rumbling)

And then scream as
loud as you can, man.

That's gonna activate
your vagal nerve,

and then it's gonna calm your
parasympathetic nervous system.

-Drew, I'm serious.
-Cut that shit out, man.

-It's all in your head.
-YVETTE: Give me the phone!

-DREW: Here go Mom, man.
-YVETTE: My baby!

Hey, Mama. Happy birthday.

Why haven't you been
answering the phone?

Oh, they took my phone.

-They didn't tell you?
-Huh?

(thunder rumbling)

YVETTE: Wish you were here.

(scoffs) Remember what
your dad used to say.

Okay? You only have
a few days left.

We are all praying
for you, baby.

-Hey!
-YVETTE: All praying for you.

I love you so much.

Sorry, it's my mom's birthday.

I, uh...

Do you have, uh,
anything for headaches?

My... my head's killing me.

(bag rustling)

Of course you're fucked, mate.

It takes blood to grow a king.

Fuck this training shit.

(sighs)

I got into this business
to help heal people.

(laughing)

But...

...the more gladiators
you send to the pit...

Never kill yourself for a job.

I'm killing myself for this job.

I...

I-I can't see my family, and
I-I... I never see my kids.

-Damn. How many kids you got?
-I don't.

I don't have any
kids. I'm just saying,

i-if I had kids, I
couldn't see them.

I don't know. Whatever.

(rain pattering)

It's a shame you're so talented.

And how well I've prepared you.

Prepared me for what?

♪ ♪

(Marco sighs)

When two men enter
the Colosseum,

only one leaves.

(thunder rumbling)

CAM: I got a question.

What's it like being the GOAT?

ISAIAH: I used to think
it was a blessing.

And now...

I realize, what's
the use of having it?

One day, you have
to give it all up.

I keep having this
reoccurring nightmare.

It's me alone,

sitting on a
fucking dirty couch.

I'm watching the TV.

And I'm watching
somebody else do...

...what I'm so damn good at.

I'll miss it.

I'll miss the game.

I'll miss the camaraderie.

I'll miss the locker rooms.

The smell of the locker rooms.

-(Cam scoffs)
-(Isaiah laughing)

Fuck that.

It just smell like
brotherhood, man.

I'm gonna miss the...

the running through the
darkness of the tunnel

to the light of the field.

I'll miss the...

the cheering of the fans,
them chanting my name.

I'll miss the spattered
boos from the haters.

'Cause I know it's just minutes
before I'll fuck up they week.

(both laughing)

I had a lot of losses in life.

Lot of people come in
my life or out my life.

The only thing consistent
has been football.

I never had a family
till I had football.

Yeah, I get it.

Family means everything to me.

I don't know, I just...
just can't wait to be a dad.

Have three little dickheads
running around the house.

(chuckles)

Think that's what it's about.

It's cute, your little...

Half-rican American family.

(both laughing)

Did you say
"Half-rican American"?

(laughing): "Half-rican."

You've just been cooking
that since I got here, huh?

You're a good dude, Cam.

Do me a favor.

Find your own way to greatness.

Don't be me.

Be better.

What do you mean?

(takes deep breath)

You're starving to
death in a prison.

Somebody asks you,
"Food or freedom?"

Do you really have a choice?

(Isaiah sighs)

I'm gonna go watch some tape.

(steam hissing)

(takes deep breath)

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

(screams, grunts)

We don't want you!

(Marjorie grunting, screaming)

(Marjorie gasping)

(straining)

(choking)

(panting)

♪ ♪

CAM: Zay?

(Marjorie screams)

(grunts)

Oh, fuck me.

(rock drops to floor)

(gasping breaths)

(kissing)

(yelps)

-No, Mommy!
-Oh, no! Oh, no!

(frantic chatter, sobbing)

(laughing): Oh, shit!

Did you see that shit?

(laughing)

(Isaiah clapping)

Yes!

When you a god,
there is no peace.

(sobbing continues inside sauna)

Do you see that shit?

The fucking dedication?
(claps hands)

She wanted to win.

That's what it takes.

That's how you fucking win.

(wailing sobs inside sauna)

He died for us,

so I play for him.

You can go.

I'm just gonna stay here
and clean up this mess.

I owe it to the fans.

♪ ♪

I know it got a little
crazy, but, like,

in our world, this
is a regular Tuesday.

(chuckles softly)

You're not thinking about
leaving us, are you?

I can see how for, like,

a normal person, this
would be off-putting.

He didn't scare you
too much, did he?

(laughing): Oh, absolutely not.

Think he's starting
to get jealous.

But you didn't hear it from me.

Do you want to come with me
and the girls by the pool,

have a drink, say our goodbyes?

(women laughing,
chatting quietly)

♪ ♪

WOMAN: Are you sure
you don't want to come?

(chuckles)

(cell phone dings)

YVETTE: I know you're
your own man now,

and, um, you know, I-I
really had to take on a-a lot

when your daddy passed, but...

You know, anyway, anyway,

I hope everything is going well

and you're taking
good care of yourself.

Eat well, stay hydrated
and get lots of rest, okay?

'Cause everybody in my
church group is taking bets

on where you're
going to get drafted.

(laughs) We are all
praying for you, baby.

Now, call me back
when you get this.

♪ ♪

(birds chirping)

(groans softly)

Oh, fuck.

(sighs)

-Did you fuck her?
-(gun clicks)

ISAIAH: Hmm?

-Come on.
-(softly): Nah.

You fuck her?

(sighs)

I got a girl.

Oh, you got a girl?

(laughs) Look at you.

Look at your face, man.

(laughs)

You getting nauseous
on the mere fact

of you cheating on your
little college girl.

-We met in, uh, high school.
-Oh.

(laughs) That's right, you
niggas is going steady, right?

(Isaiah laughs)

Those are good times, man.

They be sucking on my
dick just like... (spits)

(makes exaggerated sucking
and gagging sounds)

-(laughing)
-(Cam chuckles softly)

I can't believe your stupid
ass fell for that shit.

Oh, my bad, nigga.

Sometimes I can just
be a little, uh...

...intense.

You know, I'm gonna
say this to you,

and I'm gonna say this shit
with complete sincerity.

'Cause I fucking love you.

♪ ♪

If you are too afraid

to hurt your girl's feelings,

then there ain't a
chance in fucking hell

that you could be the
face of this franchise.

'Cause real killers
don't give a fuck.

We don't give a fuck
whose feelings we hurt.

-You understand me?
-(breathing deeply)

(sighs)

Fuck all this football.

Let's just... let's
just kick it like bros.

Me and you, right?

Yeah?

-Yeah.
-My man.

(gunfire)

ISAIAH: Whoo!

Next!

You good?

Seem off today.

Yeah, I'm just... (chuckles)

Thinking about the lady I
almost killed last night.

Weird bitch.

(gun fires)

(bird calling)

What lady?

-You know, the lady.
-(gun clicking)

I don't know what lady
you talking about.

(grunting)

We don't have no more to shoot?

No!

ISAIAH: All right.
Bounce, nigga.

(grunts)

Oh, yeah.

That lady.

Your turn.

(Isaiah grunts)

Whew.

Little heavy.

Just pull it back,
pull it forward.

♪ ♪

-(shouts)
-(gun fires)

(Isaiah laughing)

Aw. Poor baby missed.

(groans)

How about a little wager?

You hit it, I'll give
your broke ass anything.

-A house and the cars...
-Ooh.

...the women, the lifestyle.

Now, you lose...

I'm-a take your youth.

(laughs) Nah.

I like to earn my
shit. No handouts.

How about this?

If I miss...

I just might let you
keep QB1 next year.

(gun fires)

("Aight?" by Carl Angelo
& Leslie Damaso playing)

(song begins with
spoken word in Filipino)

♪ Don't swim with the
sharks if you not one ♪

♪ '98 Lauryn Hill
said I'm a lost one ♪

♪ '91 Ateh Ruby, lost sun,
but I know that she know ♪

♪ That we don't know
where we come from ♪

♪ See the Pacific on
my baby girl's skin ♪

♪ Constant reminder where
I been tryin' to been ♪

♪ Shot raps in a trash can bin ♪

♪ As a little kid, they all
took away my confidence ♪

-♪ Got it back ♪
-(grunting)

♪ Lord, why you
never come save me? ♪

♪ Reason I never
pray to you no more ♪

♪ Y'all probably
think that I'm crazy ♪

♪ Can you blame me? I don't
wanna be prey no more ♪

(song continues with
spoken word in Filipino)

(song distorts, then
slows to a stop)

♪ ♪

(crackling)

COMMENTATOR 1: Does
Cade have that grit?

-Not impressed by him.
-COMMENTATOR 2: Top five?

COMMENTATOR 3: Damaged
goods isn't worth the risk.

And that's just not enough.

COMMENTATOR 1:
You can be gifted.

We don't know if
Cade has that gear.

COMMENTATOR 3: Hard to
invest in an unknown.

COMMENTATOR 2: Does he
have the mental toughness?

COMMENTATOR 1: The
killer instinct...

(distorted): that is
the real question.

-♪ Swaggyono, what up, bro? ♪
-("Tip Toe" by Tierra Whack)

♪ Yeah, tiptoe, tiptoe, yeah ♪

♪ Ball like disco, yeah... ♪

CAM: What is this? We're
not training today?

ISAIAH: This is training.

Better get used to
it, franchise boy.

-Hi.
-Hey. How's it going?

(gasps) He literally
looks like your child.

It's honestly kind of
creepy but also kind of hot.

Um, who do you belong to?

♪ The pressure is on
when I'm in the room ♪

♪ Hotter than June ♪

♪ Whacky done blew
like balloons ♪

♪ Money get blue like
lagoon, I aim for the stars ♪

♪ And shot to the moon ♪

♪ Been on my shit
just like prunes ♪

♪ Straight from the
womb to my tomb ♪

♪ Bitch, I'm back like
a couple that spoons ♪

-♪ Tiptoe, tiptoe, yeah ♪
-(indistinct chatter)

♪ Tiptoe, tiptoe,
tiptoe, tiptoe... ♪

ISAIAH: The old tribes made men

by dragging boys into the wild.

Physically, I
still feel capable.

Beat them, cut
them, feed 'em roots

and smoke and blood
until visions came.

And that blood they were fed

was that of their
fiercest warrior,

so their spirit
could be passed on

to that boy who survived.

(neck cracking)

Left a kid, returned a king.

You know, 5:00 a.m. workouts
since I can remember.

(muffled): ...anything for you!

Eat, sleep, football.
Eat, sleep, football.

That was the routine,
and at that age,

-I just...
-(muffled): You'll be the best.

I wanted to be a kid.

ISAIAH: See, football's
no different.

Only now, the boys
aren't dragged...

they're drafted... and
the gods sit in sky boxes.

See, greatness takes more
than talent and hard work.

It's about surviving the
death of who you used to be.

CREW MEMBER: All right,
guys, let's get some B-roll

of, uh, Cam and Isaiah.

I remember the last
conversation we had together.

Told me he was proud of me.

And then I told him I
was done with football.

(thunder rumbling)

I let him down.

(breathing shakily)

I let him down.

I let him down.

(sobbing): I let him down.

I let him down.

A few months later, he died.

He died.

The field was my safe place,

and as long as I was playing,

it wasn't real.

As long as I was
playing, it wasn't real.

That's how I coped.

Feel like he died for us.

So I continue playing...

So I continue playing for him.

("Cut Up" by Ovrkast. playing)

♪ What's the business? ♪

♪ What's up? ♪

♪ Hunnid thou on me,
I might cut up... ♪

I saw your little speech.

I know how you feel.

And I know that you want
to make your dad proud.

But you can't kill
yourself for him.

This is a huge sacrifice,

and it's not really worth it
if your heart's not in it.

So...

are you sure you
want to do this?

I've never been more certain
of anything in my life.

Okay.

Well, that settles that.

And I think we should celebrate.

There's actually gonna
be a party tonight.

No, ma'am.

Get some more reps in.

Listen.

I wasn't supposed to
tell you this, but...

a little birdie told me

that they want to
make you an offer.

The same one they
gave him 20 years ago.

But, you know, they'd
have to meet you first,

see if they like you,

see if you fit in to the
Saviors culture, obviously.

But I don't know, if
I were you, I'd go.

I mean, you could've just
started with that one.

(chuckles)

ELSIE: Babe, you're coming?

Nah, I'm gonna stay back
and watch some tape.

You kids have fun.

♪ ♪

CAM: Thought you
said it was a party.

Well, you know, they
like their privacy.

When you get to a certain
level, anonymity is paramount.

-Yeah. That's true.
-Let's put it that way.

And also, like, with all
the fucking weird rituals

and shit they do, trust me,

they don't need anybody
knowing who they are.

-PEG: Evening, Elsie.
-Hey, Peg.

Oh, my God, I love
this new hair.

Wow.

Okay, so just so you know,
the bald guy is the owner.

-Yeah.
-His kid, you'll see him.

He's so fucking annoying...
the fat, pudgy kid.

-(Cam chuckles)
-Just humor him, though,

because one day, all this
will be his, you know?

-Good old nepotism.
-Yep.

-Never fails.
-Always.

But anyway, just be
yourself, be cute,

and remember, you're doing
this for the culture.

CAM: And what did you
mean by "rituals"?

ELSIE: Oh, you know,
just rich guy stuff.

All right, here we are.

♪ Bitch, I'm tryin'
to be the GOAT ♪

♪ I ain't really
tryin' to hear it ♪

♪ If it's smoke that they want ♪

♪ I'm-a beat 'em
with the belt... ♪

Carpaccio. So good.

MARCO: Prodigal son.

-Marco. What's going on?
-(Marco chuckling)

"I thirst," he said.

After taking a sip of wine,
he said, "It is finished."

Jesus said that.

Wow. Okay.

(whispers): Run.

All righty.

-Hey, there he is!
-CAM: Hey, Tom!

TOM: What did I
fucking tell you?

(both barking)

What's up?

Look at you. You look
fucking great, man.

-CAM: Oh, gentlemen.
-TOM: Here they are.

Let me introduce you to
the owner of the Saviors.

OWNER: Good to meet you, son.

TOM: All right, this is it.

Look at that smile.

That's the cover of fucking
Sports Illustrated right there.

(laughter)

Now I got a question.

(echoing): Are you ready
to take the next step?

♪ ♪

Here's to you.

♪ ♪

(gasps)

(taking deep breaths)

(grunting)

(Isaiah grunting with effort)

(laughter)

-(yelling)
-("Blitz" by Jean Dawson plays)

♪ Bright light, reach for it ♪

♪ Give me what you got ♪

♪ No sleep, bleed for it ♪

♪ I just need a lot ♪

♪ Guts to glory, glory
be the purgatory ♪

♪ I can hear the
whispers in the dark ♪

♪ I'm throwing Hail Marys
like I'm living half buried ♪

♪ I can see the
hands up in the sky ♪

♪ Bright light, reach for it ♪

♪ Give me what you got ♪

♪ No sleep, bleed for it ♪

♪ I just need a lot ♪

♪ Don't speak ♪

-(grunting, retching)
-♪ Don't breathe ♪

♪ You might just have to die ♪

♪ You might just have to die ♪

♪ If this is what you want. ♪

(coughs)

(muffled yelling)

(retching)

There you are.

Are you sure you're okay?

(coughing)

♪ ♪

(song ends)

♪ ♪

(breathing heavily)

(breathing sharply)

(grunts)

(grunts)

(breathing heavily)

(grunting)

(thud)

(grunting)

(breathing heavily)

(straining)

(objects clattering on floor)

(coughs)

(burbling)

♪ ♪

(breathing heavily)

(scraping)

(joints cracking)

♪ ♪

(crowd cheering over speaker)

ISAIAH: Someone's up early.

Just watching some tape.

(cheering continues
over speaker)

ISAIAH: Isn't that powerful?

(chuckles softly)

(shuddering breath)

(grunting)

(statue drops to floor)

(bangs shut)

ISAIAH: Where you going?

I thought you said
you was willing

to sacrifice everything.

So you've been
giving me your blood

on some weird white people shit?

(laughs)

See, I knew you wouldn't
want to fuck with it.

I knew it.

Well, actually, his blood.

The one before me.

My mentor.

As it was his
mentor's before that.

Just think of it as a

(distorted): gift from the gods.

(crowd cheering
faintly over speaker)

(whispers): It's the good shit.

Fuck does that mean?

You don't feel that shit?

You don't feel
that fucking beast

burning inside you now?

Man, they say this
shit's been around

since the beginning
of the league.

Whoever has it is
the chosen one.

The one to bring the
salvation to the people.

(crowd cheers over speaker)

Whoever has it...

(chuckles softly)
...is the GOAT.

So there can only be one?

Bingo.

See, I...

I've been telling you the truth.

My contract is up at
the end of this year.

Which means the Saviors
need a quarterback:

you or me.

And see, now... (chuckles)

That we share his blood,
it's a fair contest.

A'ight.

So what's the play?

What's this contest?

It's very simple.

One man wants to walk
out that tunnel...

...and the other man
wants to stop him.

Now, if you want to
be the fucking GOAT,

you gonna have to
take it from me.

-You didn't earn this shit.
-(Isaiah laughs)

You cheated. I
worked for this shit.

You ain't shit.

You ain't shit.

It's time for me to show you
exactly who the fuck I am.

♪ ♪

Football.

Family!

God!

I am him!

I am football!

(chuckling)

(grunts)

Cute.

(fierce grunting)

(laughs)

(laughing): Oh!

(muffled yelling)

(squelching)

(muffled yelling continues)

(grunting, panting)

(yells)

-(bone cracks)
-(Cam screaming)

(bone cracks)

♪ ♪

(laughs)

(strains, yells)

(breathing heavily)

You know what's the
opposite of a Savior?

A killer.

Wrong.

♪ ♪

A mascot.

(crowd cheering over speaker)

(rumbling)

♪ ♪

(muffled yelling)

(crowd cheering over speaker)

♪ ♪

(crowd cheering over speaker)

GROUP (reciting): In
full glory reflected

now shines on the stream:

'Tis the star-spangled banner,

-O long may it wave
-(cheering fades)

O'er the land of the free

and the home of the brave.

And where is that band

who so vauntingly swore

That the havoc of war

and the battle's confusion,

A home and a country,

should leave us no more?

Their blood has washed out

their foul footsteps' pollution.

No refuge could save

the hireling and slave

From the terror of flight,

or the gloom of the grave:

And the star-spangled banner

in triumph doth wave,

O'er the land of the free

and the home of the brave.

♪ ♪

Now, sign the contract
to receive the gifts.

Please step forward.

(scoffs)

Sign the contract.

What the fuck, Tom?

TOM: I got it.
Hold on. I'm on it.

(chuckles)

Cam, this is a... it's
a blessing, right?

Your dad sacrificed
everything for you.

All the deals and coaches.

You're a living legend, man.

You beat the motherfucking GOAT.

It was because of him.

Make your father proud.

Sign the contract.

It's what he would've wanted.

(chuckling)

Remember what your dad always
said: "No guts, no glory."

(laughing)

TOM (chuckling): Cam.

You good?

Need a glass of water or
energy drink or something?

(metal drags on ground)

(sighs)

(sighs)

-Jesus Christ.
-TOM: Look.

Just sign it and we'll
all go home, okay?

Fuck you.

Fuck your dumb-ass eyebrows.

(chuckling): Oh, no.

-Fuck your old white ass, too.
-TOM: Hey!

You think you earned this?

Huh? No, we groomed you
since you were a child, okay?

We attacked you to isolate you

so that we could draft
you, you dumb fuck.

OWNER: Shut the fuck up, Tom.

Listen, boy.

I'll kill your family.

Now, sign the fucking contract.

CAM SR.: You see that, Cam?

That's what real men do.

They make sacrifices.

YVETTE: Hey, baby.

(laughing)

I'm him!

YVETTE: You will
always be my baby,

but I know that you're
your own man now.

I am so...

proud of you.

Nah.

(grunting)

♪ ♪

(weak, gasping breaths)

Cock-a-doodle-do, motherfucker.

-(blade strikes)
-TOM: Oh, shit!

ELSIE: What the
fuck are you doing?

-Don't just stand there.
-All right, all right.

-Shut the fuck up.
-Do your fucking job!

Dude, what the fuck
are you doing, man?

-Oh, shit.
-ELSIE: Fuck. Goddamn it.

All right, I'll fucking do it,

like I do everything else
around this goddamn league!

You want to see a real man?

Watch and learn, you
fucking little bitch.

-Get over here!
-(blade strikes)

(gasps) Oh, my God,
that is fucking stuck.

(yelps)

(straining): Oh, Cam.

Come on, guys! Let's
get out of here!

-(groans)
-Fuck, fuck.

Come on, give me a fucking bar!

(blade squishing)

(pained grunting)

♪ ♪

(stammers)

TOM: Oh, fuck. He's here.

He's here. Oh, fuck.

I-I'm so sorry. I-I'm so sorry.

(blade clangs)

(post rattling)

Watch your fucking mouth.

(head thuds on ground)

(grunts)

(rattling continues)

TOM: Work! Come on,
you motherfucker!

Come on.

Please, come on, give
me a fucking bar!

Come on! Anything? Come on!

Please, no.

Please, please. I'll
fucking do anything.

(whimpering): I'm sorry.

Please. Fucking
kill me, all right?

Fucking kill me.

Cut my fucking throat.

Go ahead.

Fucking do it.

(blade thuds on ground)

Wait, wait, wait. (yelps)

Please, please. Oh, no.

(screaming)

It's me! It's me!

I'll fucking suck your dick.

Will you fucking
let me live, please?

(screaming)

CAM: No guts...

...no glory.

(Tom screaming)

♪ ♪

TOM: Please, God. (whimpering)

It's me! Let me live, please.

I want to live!

(jet engines whooshing)

Please. No, please,
please. (sobbing)

♪ ♪

I'll do anything
for you, just...

(Tom groans, screams)

(explosive whoosh)

-♪ Hot damn, 'cause I'm H-I-M ♪
-("HIM" by Denzel Curry plays)

♪ 'Cause I'm H-I-M, hot
damn, 'cause I'm H-I-M ♪

♪ 'Cause I'm H-I-M ♪

♪ Hot damn, 'cause I'm
H-I-M, 'cause I'm H-I-M ♪

-♪ Hot damn, 'cause I'm H-I-M ♪
-♪ Goddamn, hey, hey ♪

-♪ 'Cause I'm H-I-M ♪
-♪ Hey ♪

♪ It's the masochist,
master blood practices ♪

♪ Cursed by extravagance ♪

♪ The depths in my mind
is the black abyss ♪

♪ Thee devil's advocate ♪

♪ My magic trick is to convince
the world that I don't exist ♪

♪ Addicted to money
and infinite power ♪

♪ And diamond-encrusted
nooses lit bitch ♪

♪ Been sedated, I awakened
to be more than famous, uh ♪

♪ Situation slowly solved,
I sold my soul for status ♪

♪ Sacrificial sac-religion ♪

♪ All of these bitches
gonna hop in the sack ♪

♪ This ain't devil's lettuce ♪

♪ This a motherfucking
soul pact, bitch ♪

♪ Through fake smiles and hugs,
they want me for my buzz ♪

♪ It's kind of hard to tell
from who I am and who I was ♪

♪ I place no one above my
fame, my fans and funds ♪

♪ The devil tryin' to trap me ♪

♪ Saying I'm the
chosen one, but why? ♪

♪ 'Cause I'm H-I-M,
'cause I'm H-I-M ♪

♪ Hot damn, 'cause I'm H-I-M ♪

♪ 'Cause I'm H-I-M ♪

♪ Hot damn, 'cause I'm
H-I-M, 'cause I'm H-I-M ♪

♪ Hot damn, 'cause I'm H-I-M ♪

♪ 'Cause I'm H-I-M, hot damn ♪

♪ Soon as I become
the greatest ♪

♪ Now my ex wanna suck
it like D-Generation ♪

♪ Never exhibited patience ♪

♪ I'm surrounded by
succubus, energy taken ♪

♪ Pass naked, ass shaken,
cash making, smoked out ♪

♪ Gas chamber, last thing I
seen was demons coked out ♪

♪ Blinded by money
and women and clout ♪

♪ Give you my soul,
then I turn to a Faust ♪

♪ I can't tell the
difference between ♪

♪ Who I was from then and now ♪

♪ Sacrificial sac-religion ♪

♪ Slaughtering omens
that's all on my back ♪

♪ 'Cause I'm H-I-M ♪

♪ I don't need no fucking
soul pact, bitch ♪

♪ You look up to him,
I look up to God ♪

♪ You look up to him ♪

♪ I look up to God ♪

♪ You look up to him,
I look up to God ♪

♪ You look up to him ♪

♪ I look up to God. ♪

(song ends)

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

(music ends)