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The playoffs.

The benchmark of a good year for any team.

To get here, a team spends all year

navigating the minefields of the regular season.

The losses.

- Get off my field. - I am the team.

The injuries.

The difficult personalities.

No, no, no.

- No! - Shane.

Are we gonna have a problem, little lady?

We are gonna have a big problem, big man.

And the off-field dramas.

Goddamn it.

But the thing about minefields,

no matter how many you manage to navigate,

the most dangerous is always the one that you don't see coming.

Here come the Hawks to the line of scrimmage.

About a minute left in the first half.

Hawks driving at the Chicago 20, trailing by 7.

Go, TK!

About to put this blanket on your sorry, choking ass.

Then I'm putting you to bed.

I'm your worst nightmare, TK.

- Ain't got nothing but sweet dreams. - Hut!

Look at all this swag.

Can I take Winter?

No Winter. We only have four tickets.

You, me, Ray Jay, and Margo.

- Ray Jay's coming with us? - Yeah, why wouldn't he?

Hello.

Hi. Who's ready to kick some serious Windy City butt?

Playoffs are for kids who don't fail their classes,

so beat it, vamoose, pronto.

Yes, Mother.

Bye-bye.

Low-fat, low-sodium, no-carb scone.

As inviting as that sounds,

think I just lost my appetite.

These are from Ray's lawyers.

And what's the latest?

Come on. What did the SOB do now?

Oh, that SOB signed the divorce papers.

One stroke of the pen, you're free and clear?

Yep.

Wanna be my witness?

Yeah.

Okay.

That's 17 years and just... all gone.

Easier than I thought.

Congratulations.

Let's go, let's go, 42 right, 42 right.

Mocus, I wanna see you on TK.

TK, split out right.

You ain't got nothing on me but years.

- Don't get served. - You ain't got nothing on TK.

All day.

Stay with it. Stay with it.

Finish your damn route, King.

T, what's up? What do you need?

I need a drink.

What kind of drink?

Rough practice today, TK?

Reports are you checked out early, skipped out on a blocking drill.

You don't pay this sexy body to throw blocks.

That's like using fine china as a doorstop. That's a no-no.

I don't have to practice at being king of my own world.

TK, this is the first playoff game in your career. Any jitters?

Please. I give coffee the jitters.

- What about The Minefield? - The who?

Maurice Manningfield, cornerback for Chicago.

Five head-to-heads,

and you have exactly 30 yards and zero touchdowns off him.

Is there a question?

How do you keep that guy out of your head?

Not in my head. Looks like he's kind of in your head.

Maybe you got a picture of him framed right by your bed,

next to your lotion and your tissues.

So you don't have a problem with The Minefield,

even though he shut you down your entire career?

TK, you're from Newark.

Yes, I am from Newark, and as we hablo in Newark:

Adios, bitches.

I'm gonna give T-Pain something to cry about to that therapist of his.

On Sunday, homey catches that ball,

his ass is gonna go boom.

That's if he catches the ball.

Are y'all hearing me?

I hope you're watching, TK.

- I hope you're watching. - Boom?

His trademark.

This is The Minefield.

What's The Minefield?

Maurice Manningfield, a cornerback for Chicago.

And TK's nemesis.

Months of therapy, God only knows how many thousands of dollars,

and now TK's hearing footsteps.

He's always looking over his shoulder.

He thinks someone's there to hit him when no one's there.

Well, I'm here. I'll hit him. Repeatedly.

Biggest game of his career, hell, all of our careers,

and he's a head case again.

You're the shrink.

Stop him from shrinking.

So much for playoff fever.

They don't call it a fever for nothing.

There are some serious side effects.

Can we talk for a sec about the kiss?

We have just talked this thing to death.

Analyzed it, psychoanalyzed it.

That's what I do.

Dani, one way or another, the season ends in a couple of weeks.

And you're solid here, so I just wanna know,

are we doing this?

- Well, can we have--? - Dinner?

- Yeah. Great. - Saturday. Good.

Good talk.

I thought there was a fetid smell of Juris Doctor coming from this room.

Marshall wants to talk.

He forget how to use a phone?

About what's going on with Gabrielle.

Devin, I don't really wanna search through the Pittmans' dirty laundry.

Gabrielle's filing for divorce.

She's going after the Hawks.

And as Marshall's chief counsel,

I've advised him to make a preemptive strike.

Great morale booster.

We can hand out copies of the court docs with pennants and hats.

So we're looking for leverage.

You really think she'll settle?

Depends on what you find. We want anything that'll leave a mark.

Her finances. Any backroom dealings with the league.

Other men.

I'll see what I can dig up.

Good.

It's important to Marshall this is done right.

You and I are the only people he trusts.

Oh, Nico.

To what do I owe the honor?

Jail time?

Strip club?

If it's Terrence, I'm seeing him tomorrow.

It's not about TK.

Is Booz okay?

Or Bobby Caldwell?

Someone new.

Got them out there?

Who's the client?

Me.

- A dollar? - Makes me an official patient.

Which makes this conversation privileged and confidential.

Unless you killed someone.

You haven't killed someone, have you?

Recently? No.

Audio scrambler.

Desensitizes all wiretaps in a 150-foot radius.

What is this? Libya or Long Island?

Why would anybody bug me?

Thirty-eight percent of the United States is monitored by audio surveillance.

Well, now you're just freaking me out.

What's going on?

I find myself in a situation

where I feel compelled to lie.

Okay.

So people sometimes find themselves in that situation--

Not me.

What is it that you feel compelled to lie about?

I can't tell you.

Are there others involved in the lie?

I can't tell you that either.

Is it personal, or does this have do with the Hawks?

If I lie, life stays the same.

If I don't...

everything changes.

Will you be the only person affected if you choose to lie?

- I'm not gonna tell you. - You're not gonna tell me that.

Nico...

what are you hiring me for?

Clarity.

Okay.

You say, you never lie.

I don't.

Then ask yourself, what is causing you to compromise yourself in this situation?

Who are you protecting, and why?

And is this compromise something that you will regret doing,

or regret not doing?

Did you tell Mom about the game yet? She's gonna go volcanic.

- It's not that big a deal. - Then why haven't you told her yet?

Look, they signed the divorce papers. It's done.

Yeah, it's done.

For them.

"Let me know if you're in"?

Wow, that's hot.

I know.

It is.

So are you in?

I don't know. I mean, I just came off this thing with J.D.

Oh, J.D., shmaydee.

You had a couple dates. J.D. was not a keeper.

But Matt, Matt moved boxes for you.

Yeah, but what is a keeper, Margo?

Seriously, Ray was supposed to be my keeper,

and he just turned out to be a total bleeper.

Well, to love, you gotta leap.

Doughnut?

Yeah, but sometimes when you leap,

you fall down hard.

So you should just stay on the ledge forever,

till you're old, alone, and bitter, with cats.

You're so mean.

I thought I was dying.

When did it start?

The other day in practice.

When you left early?

Yeah, Coach put Hocus Pocus Mocus on me,

to be the scout team's Minefield.

What's a scout team?

It means that Mocus would do whatever The Minefield's gonna do.

Run his mouth, rough me up, you know, try to get in my head.

Don't get served, homeboy.

Except my head wouldn't shut the hell up.

Finish your damn route, King.

Kept screaming about last season when Manningfield hopped my route,

snatched one down, took it back for a pick-six.

Or two years ago in Chicago, when I blew a hot route.

Or the time this douchebag separated my shoulder,

I believe on purpose, my rookie year.

And I just keep thinking,

he's here.

He's got his sights set on 88, and he is gunning for my ass.

It was like the dude was everywhere.

My heart is beating so fast, it's about to pop out of my chest.

I can't hear anything, and I can't breathe.

Feels like I'm choking.

TK. Yeah, it's me.

Boom.

I need a drink.

You were having a physiological reaction to your thoughts and your fears.

It's a panic attack.

A nuclear panic attack.

Biological combat.

It was like World War III going off inside of my helmet.

This is not normal.

Okay, but why him?

I don't know.

Come on, now.

No, it doesn't-- No, no, no.

Honestly, this time, I really do not know why this one guy makes...

He spooks me.

He really spooks me.

Doc...

I can't be having any more of these damn attacks.

Not on the field, especially in front of my crew.

Well, the first step is recognizing what's happening to you, right?

And that you are not in any actual danger.

That you are more powerful than the panic.

You breathe through it, then it subsides.

Second step is to figure out why him,

why now?

A nighttime meeting in the middle of nowhere?

If it wasn't you, I'd be worried this was a hit.

I need to know everything that could be used against you.

Marshall told you to dig.

Bet he gave you a shovel too.

I can't protect you if I don't know what you need protection from.

What do I need to know?

Everything you're gonna find, Marshall already knows.

Except one thing.

The scariest skeleton in my closet...

is you.

What are you looking at?

We're past the wandering-eye stage of our relationship.

Oh, no. Baby, I'm not looking at chicks, okay?

I just feel like everybody's looking at me.

That's usually what you want.

Hey, how about you focus on me?

- You're good for me, you know that? - I do.

- Oh, you do? You're so humble. - I do.

What up, T-Bag?

Hello, Mini-Dick.

Word is you're already hearing footsteps.

You ain't even gotten near The Minefield yet.

We're just trying to have a peaceful drink, brother.

Okay, brother.

I can respect that.

Hey.

After I drop your ass on the field,

how about you drop Miss Vivica's ass back at the hotel?

- Terrence, no. - I got this. You can't just...

TK?

He's gonna choke on Sunday anyway.

Might as well get it out the way now.

TK, it's 3:00 in the morning.

Come to bed.

Did you call Dr. Santino?

You're on a Hawks message board?

Chi-town Warrior wrote,

"Post is reporting that TK almost choked at Club Domo tonight.

If he can't face The Minefield at a bar, he sure can't face him on a field."

Look what this fool Cheesebeef wrote. It's not even original.

"The Minefield's gonna beat TK like a redheaded stepchild."

That's ridiculous.

And you respond,

"I'm gonna beat your fat Chicago face."

Two typos in "Chicago."

Score that round for Beefcheese.

Cheesebeef.

TK...

people have panic attacks.

I'm not people. I'm Terrence freaking King.

TK attacks. He doesn't get attacks, okay?

This is all over the Internet.

If it wasn't this, it would be something else.

It's an insatiable beast.

You did a story on The Minefield a couple months back, right?

Jesus, TK.

No, for real. I wanna know how that went for you guys.

I write stories about a lot of athletes, and I don't sleep with them.

You slept with me.

God, you let this guy get so far in your head,

there's no more room for me.

I'm out.

You can't answer the question?

Quite a pair, those Pittmans.

She's been short-selling the stock,

storing cash in every offshore account from here to Timbuktu.

Anything else?

She drinks.

Who doesn't?

She's meddled in the GM's office.

She loves football.

Whose side we on here?

Any affairs?

Him, yeah.

Her, well...

There's smoke, but can't I find the fire. No names.

She's pretty stealth, not a stupid lady.

But you gotta wonder, with their history,

if that kid's really his.

Hey, Mom.

Hey, monkey.

- Hey, can I talk to you for a minute? - Yeah, hold on.

All yours. What's up?

The playoff game.

You can give my ticket away.

What?

Dad and I always talked about going to the game if we got to the playoffs.

Hawks was something I always did with him, and he has tickets.

Oh, wait. So you wanna go to the game with Dad?

I thought we had a whole plan.

No, no. You had a plan.

I knew you'd make me feel guilty about this.

No. I'm not trying to make you feel anything.

Hey, where is this coming from?

You signed the divorce papers. That means freedom for you.

But every year for the rest of my life, I have to decide

who to spend Christmas with, who to spend Thanksgiving with,

who to go to a playoff game with.

And with every one of those choices,

I get disappointment from somebody.

I will always be disappointing you. Thanks for that.

No, no. Ray Jay, wait. Hey, hey, hey.

Jesus.

- You. - Thanks for taking my text.

Mall parking lot, odd spot for therapy.

I just feel more comfortable talking in a car.

I like the seats. Nice leather.

Okay.

Talk to me.

Music.

Music?

Audio surveillance.

Oh, boy.

Please, say a command.

Bluetooth audio.

Play next track.

I was involved with Gabrielle Pittman.

Before she met Marshall.

Okay.

And it didn't stop then.

Has it stopped now?

I don't know.

So you did compromise yourself for her.

Lie by omission is still a lie, Nico.

It's complicated.

Marshall saved my life once.

And now you're in love with his wife?

You don't need a therapist.

You need a friend.

The breadstick rule is in effect until the salads come.

Okay, the timing of all this:

"Are you in, are you out?"

Is something going on that I don't know about? Are you dying?

I've been offered a job in San Francisco next season.

- Congratulations. - You know, Coach wants to keep me.

But, look, I gotta tell you, with this big fight between the Pittmans,

and then his lead attorney showing up at the practice facility,

something big's going down.

And any and everything could blow up for this team.

- I get it. - So...

I'm asking myself all the hard questions.

I ask myself those every day, and never get any answers.

Well, here's mine.

New York's my home. It's where I wanna live.

My career, the Hawks are my team. I'd like to stay in this organization.

Personally...

I have wasted a lot of time with the wrong women.

I'm ready to be with the right one.

Matt...

Go ahead.

Terrence?

Are you okay?

Terrence?

Terrence?

Dr. D?

Oh, boy. You are--

Drunk.

You know, I thought about...

dragging your ass back to Atlantic City.

Those were our good old days.

I can't eat.

I can't sleep. I haven't left the apartment.

I stepped on the minefield of something good, doc.

And, boom...

I'm all blowed up.

Playoffs.

That's everything I've ever wanted.

Every coach would just...

You know, they'd be like, "One day, TK."

And that one day is here, and...

I'm all mixed up, doc.

I just-- I mean, what happens if I have a panic attack during the game?

You'll recognize the signs,

and you'll get control.

In front of 100 million people?

I want you to breathe,

the way that I taught you.

Good.

I'm alone.

What about Vivica?

I ruined it.

Just like I ruin everything.

Listen. Hey.

I am in Section 134,

Row 7,

Seat 5.

That's where I will be.

I am there for you no matter what.

Hello, sports fans. Welcome to the Hawks' playoff pregame.

Will the Hawks advance to the second round?

Can the Hawks' front four stop the Chicago run?

And is Terrence King in it to win it, or in for a fall?

We will discuss all that and more--

Shut your blowhole.

I'm gonna ride with Ray Jay to the game.

Come on, Linds.

Hold on. Hold on, guys.

Listen.

You know that Dad and I signed the divorce papers.

And that means different things for all of us.

I'm not gonna try and put a Pollyanna spin on it.

You are disappointed in Dad and me that we couldn't work it out.

And I'm disappointed that I won't get to spend every holiday with you.

But I never want you to apologize

for wanting to spend time with your father.

That's it. That's all I wanted to say.

Well, we should really go, Mom.

Here come the Hawks to the line of scrimmage.

About a minute left in the first half.

Hawks driving at the Chicago 20, trailing by seven.

Go, TK!

It's been a rough first half for King and the Hawks.

No doubt. Minefield has had his number all day long.

About to put this blanket on your sorry, choking ass.

Then I'm putting you to bed.

I'm your worst nightmare, TK.

- Ain't got nothing but sweet dreams. - Hut!

Manningfield has taken TK completely out of this game.

Get up. Should be called T-cup.

You might wanna change that to Queen. TK, my ass.

Me and you all day.

Gonna be like this all day.

All day.

Something seems to be wrong with King.

He's not heading back to the huddle.

Get your game up.

Minefield. Shut down.

Terrence!

Hey, so, TK says that he can't get his arm up above his head,

that he's done.

But you think he can play?

He's gotta get back out there.

- Oh, Matt-- - This is not for the team.

This is for Terrence.

If he doesn't get back out there,

with the half that he's had in the playoffs,

he'll be labeled a quitter for the rest of his career.

Second half's starting.

I gotta get back.

In there.

Hey, did you get clarity?

I can't compromise myself.

For anyone.

I'm done.

He beat me.

- He beat you? - What the hell is that supposed to mean?

Well, I don't think that you're afraid of The Minefield.

Or not the one in the Chicago uniform.

Stop playing games. If you got the answers, give them to me.

Terrence,

for the first time ever,

you have something to lose.

Before we first met,

you did whatever you wanted, whenever you wanted,

damn the consequences, right?

Yeah, and I felt a hell of a lot better than the hot mess you're looking at now.

But I don't see a mess.

I see a man who's worked hard

to get the fans to love him,

his teammates to believe in him,

a woman to care about him.

You are right at the goal line,

about to get everything you've ever wanted.

Shouldn't it be easier?

Yeah, it should.

Should be easier, but it isn't.

Even if you were to run out there and beat The Minefield,

there is always gonna be something,

whether it's next week's game,

or another spat with a fan,

a fight with Vivica, or even another panic attack.

The minefields of life never go away.

We just get better at navigating our way through them.

What if I don't?

What if I never beat the attacks?

What if this is it for me?

It's the last game of my career?

All right.

Let us assume for a moment that that was true.

How would you play the last game of your career?

I'd leave it all on the field.

Okay.

Then you're gonna get up,

you're gonna get out there,

and you're gonna do that.

So here we go, start of the fourth quarter.

Hawks trailing by four,

and still no sign of Terrence King.

Ray Jay, what are you doing here?

Hey, Lindsay's sitting with Dad in this half.

We decided, for the game, joint custody.

Too cute.

So, what'd I miss?

We got a field goal to cut the score to 20-16,

and we're driving.

Hey, this game is not over until I say it's over.

Come on. Go, Hawks.

Look, there's TK!

Here comes Terrence King out of the tunnel.

We still have no word yet on his status,

or whether Purnell will put him back in the game.

The Hawks could certainly use him if he's healthy.

Looks like TK is pleading his case with Coach Purnell right now.

Look at that. Purnell's put TK back in the game.

I guess he's good to go.

Let's see if it makes any difference to the Hawks' anemic offense.

Relay!

Set! Hut!

Six seconds left on the clock.

The Hawks have driven all the way to the Warrior 40-yard line.

- Go! - No time-outs remaining.

On one on one. Ready?

And here they come in a three-wide-receiver set.

TK has been ineffective all day,

but the Hawks need him to step it up right now.

Should've stayed in the locker room.

Last play of your season.

You and me.

Yellow 1-4! Hut!

Quarterback takes the snap.

Looks downfield.

TK is open.

But, no, the ball is dumped down to Nelson at the 35.

Nelson bounces off a tackle, and now he has some running room.

But here comes The Minefield.

He's got Nelson dead to rights.

Wow, what a hit.

Terrence King comes out of nowhere and decks The Minefield.

Hawks win!

Hawks win, 22-20!

B-double-O-M.

Beyotch.

Unbelievable block by Terrence King.

Star wide receiver leveling a cornerback like that,

you don't see that every day.

That's gotta be the play of the year.

It certainly is in my book.

The most explosive hit of the afternoon and the whole playoffs diffused the bomb.

TK, TK, TK...

TK, that was some block you threw on Manningfield.

What happened out there?

I saw Manningfield,

and I decided to detonate 50 tons of King's explosives on his bitch ass.

You're gonna hear it from the organization and the fans about your early exit.

You're right. I will hear it from the organization and the fans.

Whatever the consequences, I'll take them like a man.

The one thing you gotta know about TK

is I don't always get it right the first time.

But if you give me a second chance,

I'll do everything in my power to make sure

that I make it up to y'all.

Give me a second, y'all.

Hey, yo, Viv. Hey.

So we're gonna go out and celebrate after this, if you wanna join.

Let me think about it.

Well, I'll keep a seat warm for you, and some hope.

Like, a lot of hope.

- Hey. - Hi.

Dad asked if we'd spend the night. He's getting ribs from Benny's.

But we don't have to.

No, you should go.

And tell Dad I said hello.

- All right. - Thanks.

You're welcome. Bye.

- See you. - Have a good time.

We will.

- Hey. Hey, Doc. - Hey.

- You blew him up. - Was there ever a doubt?

It's been a hell of a season, doc.

But it's not over yet.

Still got a couple to go. I'm sure I'll keep you busy.

Baby boy.

Dr. Dani.

- Come here. - Oh, my God.

The great Santino does it again.

Hi. Listen.

I think I know what scares me about us.

You could be a keeper.

You screw up with a creeper, who cares? Big whoop.

But with a good guy,

you could look back on that and regret it forever.

So...

Too scary?

Just scary enough.

Quite a game.

Yes, it is.

So did you find anything?

Dig-worthy?

I want you to look me in the eye.

She's not yours.

Juliette.

But all these years, you wanted me to assume that she was.

Yeah, it was wishful thinking on my part.

So...

Who gets Nico

in the Pittman custody battle?

Devin?

Gabrielle?

Wanna know what I found?

What the hell is going on here?

- This a joke? - And you wanted to know about affairs.

There were several.

One in particular,

who she was in love with,

and he was in love with her.

If Marshall wants to know the name,

tell him to call me.

I'll give it to him myself.

Oh, my God. This is so weird.

I've been dreaming about this.

- Me too. - I mean, dreaming about this exactly.

You standing there, me sitting here. I've been dreaming about this.

So you're saying that you already know the ending.

There's a lot of possible endings.

Pick your favorite. Let's go with that one.

Hawks in the building.

Hey, yo, first round is on conference-title-bound Terrence King.

Hey, TK.

Your block was all dumb luck.

You're still a loser. You're always gonna be a loser.

I think namaste, and you should enjoy the win.

See, I'm a Chicago fan.

You no-talent ass-clown.

Wait, wait. It's all good.

It's all good.

Ass-clown. That's a good one. I like that.

A few months ago, I'd have broken that finger off,

shoved it up your ass and given you a prostate exam,

but tonight is your lucky night.

I'm gonna ask you to kindly vacate the premises

so I can say "what's up" to that lovely lady.

Scoreboard.

Take your ass back to Chicago.

Viv, what's up, baby?

Hey, TK.

What's the score now?

Nico.

- Dr. Santino. - Now's not a good time.

- There's been an incident. - What do you mean?

What's wrong, Nico?

Something happened to TK.

He's been shot.