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Previously on Necessary Roughness:

This isn't gonna work.

I don't want you to sacrifice your dreams for me.

- I miss you, Dani. - I miss you too.

I believe in drafting best player available.

- Damon Razor. - Excellent work, Matt.

We did good.

I put you up for this job. You could've come to me first.

We just disagree, respectfully.

Noelle Saris, SportsCom3.

She's asking questions.

She's gonna find out who I am.

We gotta get ahead of this story.

I'll give you an interview.

What's the catch?

You forget the name Damon Razor.

How are you feeling?

There's no pain no more.

I can shut you down.

Not when I have a sexual-harassment case in my pocket.

What are you into?

They say mirrors don't lie.

But the truth is, we see what we wanna see.

Sometimes what's reflected back at us is awesome.

And other times...

Christ, come on.

It's downright scary.

- Dani? - What?

- D? - What?

- No, no, no. - What is it? What?

I can't button my jeans.

J.

Oh, okay. It happens.

How am I supposed to be a stone-cold fox when I can't even fit into my fat pants?

Okay, well, maybe that means that you have to start wearing...

Oh, don't even say it.

Maternity clothes.

But here's the good news.

Bright side is that we get to go shopping,

and you loves the shopping.

- It's the only sport I'm really good at. - See?

How about we meet downstairs in 10 minutes for breakfast?

- Pickles and sherbet? - Yum.

Very smooth.

I know, I just didn't want J to get all question-y

about the ex-sex.

I gotta run home and get my fat pants.

I'll sneak out the front.

Matt?

Yep?

What are we doing?

I don't know.

But it's fun.

My son, Orson, he got man-caked.

"Man-caked"?

It's gamer talk for getting crushed by a falling building.

Ever since, he won't leave his apartment.

Just stays holed up in there all day.

Mrs. Brinks, I understand that you're worried,

but I can't do therapy with him without him here.

Oh, he's here.

He's on Skype.

What's up, doc? Damn it.

No, no, no.

- Is everything okay? - Razorback had me pinned down.

I took him out with a blast from my missile launcher.

This is why he couldn't be here. Gaming.

No, Ma, training. Maybe you could explain the difference to her.

Maybe you can explain the difference to me.

We're weeks away from the Starhawk championship in Las Vegas.

The top five ranking players face off for big money.

Now, I was ranked number one in the world.

Until I got man-caked. My rank dropped to number three.

I went from being top dog to getting pwned by noobs.

My KDR's in the sewer.

Your KDR?

Kill-to-death ratio.

I am busting it here, trying to build back my SkillScore.

My mother says that you work with elite athletes.

That is exactly what I am, so...

can you help me get back my game?

I can try, Orson.

But we really need to do this face-to-face.

Okay, fine. I'll meet you on Planet Dust.

I'm assuming that that is not a place that I can Google Map?

No, but I'll send you an e-mail with the deets.

- Thank you. - Oh, and doc?

You might wanna bring your big guns. Things might get a little messy.

He's gonna try to tell you that all he needs is help with his game,

that he's fine.

But he's not. He's...

He's just...

not.

Bring it in. Let's go.

Let's go.

All right. Listen up, listen up.

Now, I've coached this game

since you were nothing more than a wiggle in your daddy's johnson.

But one part of this job never gets any easier.

That's telling some of you that the party's gonna continue without you.

Sunday is our last preseason game, so by Monday,

we gotta close training camp and get our roster down to size.

Between now and then, many of you will get a knock on the door.

Grab your playbook, son.

Which is going to mean the end of your time as a Hawk.

You turned whiter than Frosty the Snow Ho.

You're an idiot.

What you stressing about, rook?

- What am I not stressed about? - Kid, you gotta relax.

Just calm down. Focus.

You'll be all right. Snug as a bug in a shag rug.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

Not after this.

"Fake it to make it? Hawks rookie an imposter."

Put on your raincoat. The crap is about to fly.

I was hoping this wasn't gonna land till after camp.

- We need to get in front of this. - Have PR draft a statement.

We'll call a press conference, shut this down.

Get me Bitsy Heinz from Publicity.

What a fiasco.

Hank, we knew this was gonna happen.

He'll get up there, give his "I was young" speech.

The crap clouds will part. He can get back to playing football.

I hope you're right, Donnally.

Lest we forget, Razor's your cross to bear.

Mr. Griffin, I have Bitsy Heinz on Line 1.

Bitsy, I've got Matt Donnally here with me.

We've got a little PR pickle we need you in on.

You just have to ask the right questions.

Maybe I should show you a thing or two in the shower.

Noelle turned over the interview footage.

That's what I found. And you were right.

TK lied.

No, I don't think that he lied at all, Nico.

I think that he honestly doesn't remember.

What are you saying?

I'm saying that I think our friend Terrence King has a drug problem.

I got a lot to show you. You just have to ask the right questions.

Maybe I should show you a thing or two in the shower.

- Nico, who's seen this? - We merry three.

Okay, look, the tape shows that TK lied about dropping trou to Noelle.

But how is this evidence of drug use, exactly?

Memory lapse, sleepiness, chronic lateness.

These are all signs that someone is abusing, most likely, pain meds.

But these signs aren't proof of anything.

Doesn't the team do drug tests?

Yeah, but it's not that simple.

I got a whole stack of union rules to comply with.

I can't just drug test TK because he's acting like an idiot

and showing his junk to a reporter.

You know that I'm also a substance-abuse counselor

and I am telling you that I think Terrence is abusing painkillers.

I'm telling you that as much as I trust you, I need more than a hunch.

We're talking about a man's reputation.

I am talking about a man's life.

I'll see what I can dig up.

They're shooting at me. Why are they shooting at me?

What's happening? Why...

He's hopping up and down. Shoot.

Don't worry, doc.

I got this.

That was very close.

You'll get the hang of it. I'm digging how you customized your avatar.

Very Space Cowboy. Says a lot about you.

Well, thank you very much.

And your avatar is quite the handsome fellow.

Yeah. We'd better roll. Company's coming.

You drive. I'll shoot.

Drive, I can do.

Nicely done.

Thank you.

My son taught me how to drive the thingamabobby.

Doesn't look like you've lost your game.

No, this is nothing compared to tourney play.

Kids barely out of diapers will crash your SkillScore in the blink of an eye.

Speaking of which, how long will it take to fix me?

Well, first of all, you are not broken.

And as far as the time goes, that's up to you.

Well, I have a worldwide match in two weeks,

and my girl, Elsa, she's coming in from Copenhagen,

and I cannot have her see me like this.

See you like what?

A failure, weak, punk, loser.

You pick.

Is that how you see yourself?

What's it matter how I see myself?

It's directly related to your confidence,

which is directly related to your performance.

Look, doc.

I'm sure you're used to dudes going all yakety-yak,

but I'm not into that.

Okay, Orson, as much as I enjoy playing Space Cowboy,

if you do want my help, next time we have to do this face-to-face.

Stare-down. Harsh.

Okay, so you make crib calls?

As long as there's no shooting.

Good afternoon.

It is now. Clark.

Are you Jeanette Fiero?

I am. Do you know what fiero means?

It's Italian for "bold."

Reminds me of a car I used to drive. Pontiac Fiero.

Fieros are known to be fun to drive.

Where do you want me to put these, ma'am?

Don't strain yourself in your condition.

What condition would that be?

You're pregnant, right?

Nope. Just fat.

Just a fat ma'am.

I saw the boxes were from a maternity shop--

- Give me the boxes. - Okay.

I'll jog around the block with them, burn off my beer belly.

Which, for your information, is a wine belly.

- So you just "ma'am" that, buddy. - No...

We cut Miller and Collins,

then see if we can get the help we need on special teams from Chaidez.

Or cut Miller, keep Collins and Pierce,

then use Chaidez for special teams and third-long packages.

Or keep Miller and Pierce,

make the Chaidez second wideout, and cut Damon Razor?

He's playing erratic.

Once the press conference and feeding frenzy's over,

he'll be consistent.

Maybe.

What he needs is more drive...

Maybe Coach was right, we just blew this pick.

Kid's got a glass jaw, Matthew.

Razor, the route was a dig. X-ray-6.

Twelve-yard dig route.

Sorry. I got it.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Take five, hydrate. Try not to act like a first-grader who needs Ritalin.

You got rocks in your head, Raz.

You move like you've got rocks in your socks, T.

I can't focus, man. Team's setting up a press conference.

I gotta face those sharks from a podium.

It's either that or you do it in your front lawn,

or your favorite breakfast spot, or you hide in the shower.

It's the life, boy. Get used to it, tidbits.

TK, Razor.

This is football, not high tea.

Would someone please get out there and run me a damn dig route?

His Royal Highness, Los Manos de Sticky, is on the case.

Mr. Razor?

Yeah, sorry, Coach. I got it.

Dr. Alexi Turner. Picture's worth a thousand words.

Oh, damn it.

Who's Dr. Alexi Turner?

Aka Dr. Feelgood.

He's known for treating players' injuries.

Emphasis on the word "treat."

Painkillers.

We drug test TK, that's gonna raise a red flag for Hank.

Yeah.

Which is why we're gonna test the whole team.

Wonder if my man went to school for that.

Can you get a master's in watching dudes pee?

Urine up to three times a year. Blood once a year.

What's next, hide under our beds, listen to us sleep?

What you got there?

It's for the press conference. Team gave me this canned apology to read.

You don't like what they write, do what I do. Say whatever you want.

Damn, Sea World. Took you long enough.

Burn when you pee? Come on, man.

I might need some help. Doc said I shouldn't do any heavy lifting.

Got a Venti? This ain't gonna work.

Clark.

Ms. Fiero.

Those boxes over there are going back where they came from.

I just want to apologize

for my hormonal behavior the other day.

I'd like to make it up to you. Coffee?

- What? No, no, I-- - Of course, I'm pregnant.

And those maternity clothes you delivered the other day were for me.

Could you sign here, please?

Can I be honest with you?

I feel like a woman who's completely given up on herself,

like I have surrendered all of my self-respect

and my fashion sense to my fetus.

If you could just sign.

- I have a busy route. - Clark.

What do you think of my outfit?

Coward!

It's open.

Admit it. You thought I lived in my mother's basement.

Busted.

So, doc, why'd I lose that tournament?

Well, that's what we are here to talk about.

Why don't you put away that controller thingy,

come here and have a seat?

RL can wait just a hot second.

RL?

Real life.

My avatar Shane is in need of a serious makeover.

Okay, can I at least get you to take off your shades and your hoodie?

Nope, not while I'm gaming.

You know, Orson,

your mother has expressed concern

that you are gaming too much.

My big brother's in med school, my sister is magna cum everything,

and I play games for a living.

It's not what she had in mind for her baby boy.

Okay. What did you have in mind for yourself?

Since I was 16, sponsors threw money at me.

My tournament winnings are sick.

My college friends? Making lattes at Starbucks.

I make hundreds of thousands of dollars at Starhawk, so, doc, you do the math.

What's with your bathroom mirror? Why is that covered?

Reduces the glare on my monitors while I'm gaming.

Hey, Orson?

When was the last time that you took a break?

Four days, give or take.

Four days?

I said, give or take. Just relax.

Just gotta level up, and I am all yours.

Push it, push it, push it. Come on.

Let's go. Quick feet.

Quick feet.

Do you mind?

I do. Very much.

Time to go.

It's an open practice.

Open for business?

And you are?

An overpriced escort.

Let's go.

I was invited here by Terrence King. He's a patient.

That's the funny thing about your patients.

They all end up in rehab.

I don't know what you're implying. I run a clean practice.

So do I.

Mr. President...

All right. Let's do this.

Quick question.

You know these are trying times for Mr. Razor.

These were indiscretions made in his youth,

but all he ever wanted to do was play football.

Now we're here to clear the path, so he can do just that.

Damon.

Ladies and gentlemen,

as a kid,

I had nothing.

Moved from one foster family to the next.

I didn't get into drugs or crime.

I got into football.

But I did something foolish and inexcusable.

I lied about my age and name, so I could reenroll in high school,

get a leg up on the sport, and a chance at a better life.

This was a desperate and regrettable act.

I apologize to those who I hurt along the way.

I'll make it up to the Hawks,

and to all of you, by playing the best game I can out there.

Thank you.

Razor.

Razor.

One question: Did any of your foster families know about this deception?

This is my problem. I'd like to leave my foster families out of it.

Is criminal action being taken?

Criminal? No, not that I know of.

If there's no consequences,

wouldn't every kid pull this stunt to get a leg up?

Well, I don't know--

Who's Mary Simpson? How many others have you deceived?

- Where's your real mother? - Is Eastern Mississippi complicit?

Razor...

All right, all right, boys and girls.

Let's get back to business.

Razor...

What was that about the crap clouds parting?

Because I think we just unleashed a crap storm.

- Mr. Donnally, you drafted Razor. - Did you know about...?

Hey, Orson, why don't we go outside? We'll take a walk, get some air.

You said you were gonna level up 40 minutes ago.

You invited me here to talk, so let's talk.

Risk an ambush? Whose side are you on?

- Did you stop when Elsa came over? - She didn't come over.

- Why not? - Because she lives in Copenhagen.

We met playing Starhawk, okay? We Skype. We game.

You have never met this girl face-to-face?

Just let me focus. She's coming to visit in a couple days.

Listen, Orson--

Never touch me when I'm gaming.

No.

My KDR is ruined. Look what you did.

I'm never gonna get my ranking back.

I can never...

Orson.

I'll never get...

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God, Orson.

Orson?

Oh, my God.

Orson, can you hear me?

Orson.

Exhaustion? That's your diagnosis?

Exhaustion-induced seizure.

He's had no sleep, no exercise, very little nutrition.

He's resting. We're hydrating and feeding him intravenously.

If all goes well, he can go home in 24 hours. I'll update you.

Oh, thank goodness.

Maybe this was a real wake-up call for him.

Mrs. Brinks, I don't want to mislead you.

Your son's addicted to gaming.

The second he gets out of here,

I'm afraid this is gonna happen all over again.

I encouraged him.

Well, of course you did.

That's what mothers do.

You never could have imagined this.

Gaming made him happy.

- He always had such low self-esteem. - How do you mean?

He was shy, avoided people, attention.

God forbid if I ever tried to take his picture.

Well, what now? How do we...? How are we supposed to help him?

He's an adult.

Our best hope is to convince Orson

to check into a treatment facility that can help with his addiction

before he checks out of here tomorrow.

Rookie mistake. That's not how it's done.

Watch and learn.

Chip me.

Dip me.

Masticate.

No double dipping, Razor.

Unless you wanna double dip me.

That was a little innuendo.

See? All this could be yours.

All I gotta do is empty my bodily fluids in a cup

and bare my soul on television.

Man, stop bitching. I've been spit at. I've been laughed at.

Hell, I've been shot at.

Haters gonna hate. That's what they do.

Know how you shut them up? Reg, tell him how I shut them up.

- He catches the ball. - I catch the ball.

You do that, nobody cares if your name is Rip Van Winkle.

Reporters showed up at my foster mom's house in Mississippi.

Lady's 80 years old with diabetes and six other foster kids,

and she's trying to answer for me.

I'm gonna level with you.

You pay a heavy price to play this game.

You put your money on the table. You worked hard.

So do yourself a favor, and enjoy the fruits of your labor.

One more thing.

Nobody understands the sacrifices that we make to play this game.

Nobody.

So, what I want you to do is go out there and enjoy yourself.

I mean, come on, dog.

Enjoy the spoils.

Spoil yourself.

Spoil her, for sure. Spoil her.

You ready? Are you ready?

Yo, what up?

Yo, Matty D.

- How you feeling? - Like I finally got my head on straight.

Forget about all the crap that happened. Show the world what you can do.

- Hell yeah. - Hell yeah.

Listen up, gentlemen.

This may be a preseason game, but I wanna tell you,

this game's gonna make some careers and end some.

This is your opportunity to show me what you're working with.

And to prove yourself to your team. I'll tell you again.

This game may well determine your future as a Hawk.

- T. - You tell me something.

- What time is it? - Hawk time!

- What time is it? - Hawk time!

- Tell me one more time. - Hawk time!

Come on.

Perhaps you could rouse yourself for the game.

All good, Matty D.

All good.

Drug test results.

How you feeling, Orson?

Embarrassed.

Don't be.

Believe me, I have seen it all.

Guess I really got man-caked, didn't I?

Could you hand me my sunglasses? It's so bright in here.

I have a better idea.

How about I just dim the lights?

Because I quite like talking to you eyeball to eyeball.

Thank you for your help.

I definitely learned my lesson.

I just have to get more sleep, and eat better, and...

develop better training habits.

Orson, this is not about you getting more sleep,

or eating more broccoli.

This is about you realizing

that you are a gaming addict.

So, what, you would tell Michael Phelps to get out of the pool?

You would tell LeBron James to get off a court?

If it landed them in the hospital, yeah.

I am not an addict.

Okay? I am a champion.

This is Elsa. Why are you ignoring her?

She's not seeing me this way, okay?

I just wanna be alone now.

Please.

Go away.

That's what I'm talking about.

That move you put on the DB?

You were zigging and zagging like a Rastafarian.

Move like that needs a name.

Like hell. It needs an agent.

- Game ball, Razor. - Thanks, Coach.

Eight catches for a buck 20, two TDs.

Doesn't get much better than that.

Yeah, Razor!

Razor!

Razor!

TK's clean.

No trace of Vicodin, or any other painkiller.

What about this Dr. Feelgood, the Alexi who's-he-what?

Turner is his last name. He's clean too. He's out of the painkiller game.

Now he's into new technology with lasers and repairing scar tissue.

Okay, but, guys, how do you explain TK's behavior?

He passed the drug test. Then he went out and played great.

What else can we do?

This is where we are.

I know I'm right.

Matt, what are we doing?

I don't know.

Nobody understands the sacrifices

that we make to play this game.

Miller.

Cut.

Agreed.

- Keating. - We got four guards.

Cut him.

Levoux.

Unlimited potential.

Kid's a hitter. Keep him.

- McClain. - Cut.

Someone else will pick him up, but it's the right call.

Collins.

Keep him.

Yep. Same with Flatberry.

Absolutely, absolutely.

Damon Razor.

Oh, was just trying to find you. Come on in.

So listen, man.

Congratulations.

You made the squad.

Great job.

Thanks.

But there's something else I gotta tell you.

No, let me guess.

You're a fugitive.

Leprechaun? Alien?

- No. - What's up, man?

I quit.

Why you acting like a bitch?

You're a goddamn quitter. Nobody walks away from this life.

You were right. No one knows the sacrifices we make to play this game.

You made me realize I'm not cut out for it.

I don't have what it takes to be Terrence King.

So, what you gonna do?

Take a dead kid's name and go back to living in foster homes?

I don't know. I'm thinking about applying to law school.

I could help kids come back from their mistakes.

Oh, well, excuse me, Johnnie Cochran.

Calling to the stand Damon Razor,

a liar, a weakling, and a pussy.

I covered your ass.

I mentored you.

I took the time.

- You could've had everything. - That's the problem.

If this is everything,

then I don't want it.

Good luck, TK.

Take care of yourself, brother.

Yeah, you too.

I am so excited to be going out tonight.

I know you're really busy, but I just...

I appreciate you taking the time to...

Oh, boy. Okay.

Hell hath no fury like a woman in dire need of reinforced elastic.

- I got this. - Okay.

Just watch.

I just need one...

more...

inch.

Oh, no. No, that's not funny. I wasn't laughing.

Honey, hey.

- This isn't about the button, is it? - No.

I have a confession to make.

I've been having a relationship with Clark,

the delivery guy.

I have been trying to get him to tell me that I look good in my clothes.

I just wanted a guy to...

tell me I looked hot.

Sweetheart, hey.

Gusto wants a baby,

but is he gonna want big, fat, button-popping me?

Oh, Jeanette.

- Get up. - I don't want to.

I know, but I want you to just look at yourself.

Look at you.

You...

are one stone-cold foxy mother-to-be.

You are radiant.

And you're womanly.

And if you could see what I see,

you would know that you are beautifully beautiful.

What's with your bathroom mirror? Why is that covered?

She's not seeing me this way, okay?

He was shy, avoided people.

God forbid if I ever tried to take his picture.

What's wrong?

Oh, hey, Orson.

Can I have a sec?

Kind of in a hurry.

But I know what's going on with you.

Why you're covering mirrors, wearing the glasses and hoodie.

It's like-- You don't like what you see in the mirror.

Leave me alone.

- You're not addicted to gaming. - No kidding?

You are addicted to what gaming allows you to do,

which is change your appearance, who you are.

When did you find out that Elsa was coming to visit?

- What does that have to do with anything? - Just humor me.

Before the tournament?

When you said that you didn't want Elsa to see you like this,

what you meant was that you didn't want Elsa to see you,

period.

Without your disguise.

Oh, come here.

Come on.

Orson, please, take off your sunglasses.

Please.

Look at yourself in the mirror.

Orson.

Tell me what you see.

I see a freak.

His nose is huge. His eyes are small and beady.

He's short, scrawny, feeble.

I think what you are suffering from is a form of what's called body dysmorphia.

You see physical defects where none exist.

Most people who have dysmorphia,

they turn to excessive exercise,

or starving themselves, plastic surgery.

But you,

you are doing it through your avatar.

Doc, I can't...

I can't look at myself.

I know.

But you do not have to suffer the way that you do, Orson.

With the right medication, and the right therapy, people...

They recover from this.

And you can start seeing yourself the way that you really are.

Which, trust me, Orson,

is this incredible person.

- Hey. - Hey.

I heard about Razor. I'm so sorry.

Not the first time I've been wrong about a player.

But you weren't wrong. Not about the player.

He got the game ball.

God, you should've seen him. He was incredible.

Matt.

You saw him, all along the way, when no one else did.

But I know it stings.

I was kind of hoping that...

you could help me lick my wounds later at your place.

Or give me some new wounds,

like the bite mark you left me the other night.

This is not healthy.

I mean, it's like we're addicted to each other or something.

We gotta quit.

Cold turkey.

I know.

- I got a lot to show you. - I look good.

You just have to ask the right questions.

Maybe I should show you a thing or two in the shower.

I see myself buck naked every day, doc.

She should consider herself lucky.

Okay, Terrence, when I asked you if you disrobed in front of the reporter,

you said no.

Sherlock Homey on the case, huh?

Wanna cuff me?

Why you giving me that look?

I'm in camp, doc.

I got five-hour training sessions, four-hour meetings,

three team meals every single day, two weigh-ins,

and no time for a partridge in a pear tree.

I am lucky if I remember my damn name.

Are you abusing painkillers?

Because after an injury like yours, even under the best of circumstances,

it can happen.

I watched my entire neighborhood crumble from drugs,

destroy people I loved,

my mother.

Do you think I'm that stupid? And PS, I passed the drug test.

You're not answering me.

Yeah, I took a pill.

Maybe two.

Only before I went and testified

in front of that psycho who used me for target practice.

That's it.

Happy now?

I know TK is abusing.

But unless we find proof, then he's gonna keep on denying it...

until something truly awful happens.

What are you asking me to do?

Whatever it takes.

Oh, my God.

What...?

How did he not test positive?

"Take four hours before testing."

Players call that a flush.

It removes all traces of drugs from the system.

Right. Dr. Turner.

Terrence is in deep, Nico.

I know.