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QB one.

Hey, Coach.

You ready to climb Rocky Top?

Yes, sir.

Hey, so,

what's the deal with, uh, you and, uh, Catfish boy?

Whiskers?

Yeah, the young man that's inside of Whiskers.

I know that you requested to bunk together at the hotel.

Shit.

I would...

I'd like to say this in the most modern of ways.

Where a man hangs his hat is his own business.

But you should know, as a starter...

-there will be extra... -We're related.

Oh. Oh, how?

It's like The Blind Side.

His... His family Blind Sided me.

-His family took you in? -For a while.

And then, well, my family took him in.

So...

I guess in that way, we sort of Blind Sided each other.

So, when I... When I lived with his family, I guess they saw it coming,

so I guess it wasn't really a Blind Side, but...

Like, in that way, we sorta are both Michael Oher.

I like you, Powers.

I like you too, Coach.

But you are a puzzle.

Well, as long as Tennessee

-can't solve me, right? -Yeah, well...

-Hey, Chad. -Hey, Coach.

What was, uh, Coach talking to you about?

Uh...

I mean, just... just football stuff.

No shit?

Football stuff en route to the football game?

What is the offensive plan?

Uh, I mean, have you... have you not talked to him since last week?

It's kinda... It's just how our fights go.

And our last fight happened on national TV.

The radio said I went "full Carrie."

What... What does that mean?

It's a period dog whistle.

Period dog whistle?

Excuse me, I need to talk to Chad.

-Okay, can this wait? -It really can't.

I actually haven't officially met you, but I'm Coach Hudson.

He's Coach Hudson.

Okay.

Right, I will, um...

leave you guys to it. Great, okay. I will...

What is so important, Whiskers?

Someone left the cap off.

We have no glue for your face.

What does this mean?

It means we're fucked!

Okay, listen up, ladies!

The bus is leaving at 8:00 a.m., so bed checks will be 11:00.

Breakfast is at 6:00 a.m.

7:00 a.m. team meeting in the conference room.

Powers, what the fuck am I saying?

Powers!

Oh.

Huh, what... uh, what?

Mornin'.

When's bed check?

Bed check's when our...

eyelids kiss our eyeballs.

11:00, Coach!

To make sure we are not spreadin' cheeks.

Cordarius! Nishan! What's so fuckin' funny?

Curfew's about a lot more than spreading or not spreading cheeks, man.

No, no, that's not... that's not...

Tighten up, we got a game tomorrow.

That's not true. It is all about fuckin' spreading cheeks.

And nobody will be fuckin' spreading cheeks tonight! Or...

It's real simple, fellas. If you're not in your room by 11:00

ready for bed, you ain't playing tomorrow.

And I don't care who ya are, alright?

What are we gonna do?

Chad just took over as starter,

things are finally turning around.

And it all falls apart because of fucking glue.

There has to be somewhere in Knoxville that sells prosthetic adhesive.

-Why does there have to be that? -What about Michaels?

Closed, permanently. Sad.

Maybe we can go in the morning.

Kickoff's at 12:00, we gotta be on the bus by 8:00.

And the glue you're wearing won't hold through tomorrow.

Russ, we should call your dad.

Absolutely not.

-He would know how we can... -I said, forget about it, cuh.

Oh, there's a Spirit Halloween that's open.

-In early September? -We live in spooky times.

I can get there before they close at 9:00.

Whoa, whoa, wait, I'm coming with you.

We're gonna test this shit out in the field and make sure it works.

You're not allowed to leave the hotel.

Chad is not allowed to leave the hotel.

-Alright, how far away's the Uber? -Still trying to find a car.

It's Friday night before a game. We're never gonna find one.

-Should we just walk? -It's nine miles away.

Oh, shit.

-Hey, guys. -Hey.

You are funny, bro.

-Where are you going? -None of your business, Sasha.

Yo, Whiskers. If you see Chad,

tell him we having people to my room before bed checks.

Am I invited?

Only if you bring Chad.

Look at this guy. He can't even tie his shoes.

Okay.

What the fuck is her deal?

She lost her car keys.

Ugh, God, girls are gross.

Except for Ricky Hudson, right?

-What does that mean? -I see right through you.

You're falling for the coach's daughter like a fucking Taylor Swift song.

No.

She's... She's just nice.

Since when does Russ Holliday care about people being nice to him?

Well, she's not nice to Russ, she's nice to Chad.

Hmm, she'd probably hate Russ.

I doubt she's into fuck boys.

Let's split up.

They're out of glue.

I'm sure it's a different asshole quarterback with frosted tips.

And a cubic zirconia stud.

Well, it's real. It's a blood diamond, so...

-You verified that somehow? -Look, there's nothing here.

I hate Halloween.

Look. That must be the last bottle.

Fuck. He's already using it.

Go ask him if you can have it.

I'm not going up to that guy. You ask him.

Bears are not my type.

I don't need you to fuck him. I need you to get his glue.

Just go be Alpha near him.

Sir?

Um...

Can I help you?

Um...

I was just wondering what it is you are using that glue for.

But I think I can infer.

I know, it looks crazy, right?

See, I'm trying to get the jowls perfect before the game tomorrow.

This is my first time doing my makeup like, uh, like Smokey.

It's in honor of my daddy.

See, uh, well, he passed away last year.

Man, he was one of the biggest Vols fan you ever met.

I mean, I... noticed your, um...

your snout work is incredible.

I tell you what, my whole life, it embarrassed me.

I hated when he got dressed up like a dog, but...

every game day, I'm gonna put this on,

and maybe it'll be a way for me to...

-Let's go. -...tell him some of the things

I never could when he was here, you know?

You know, my dad's gay.

Okay.

Okay.

You were like Aladdin!

-'Cause you're good at stealing shit. -Mm.

♪ I steal only what I can't afford ♪

♪ Riff-Raff, street rat! ♪

-I don't know, I'm not gonna try it. -Okay.

You know what's fucking weird? That guy's like a football fan.

-He didn't even recognize me. -Hmm.

"Russ, the costume," is what people think of when they picture you.

Russ, the actual person, is somewhere in between.

Okay, well, let's test out this glue when we...

-What the fuck? -Shit.

-Oh, my God! The makeup! -Prosthetics.

My AirPods were in there!

Dude, fuck your AirPods! This is fucking karma, man.

It's karma for all your thievery.

Wait. We can track them and find the kit.

Fuck me...

Y'all motherfuckers! Give me back my glue!

Ow!

Shit! Go!

Hey!

Go, go, go!

I've got an AirPod signal!

It's asking me to update!

No, no, say no!

Well, the kit is in there.

Fuck me.

Oh, God. Is that your ball palm?

My... Do you mean my throwing hand?

No.

Maybe Sasha has Band-Aids.

Gross! She has pads in here.

Oh, give me one of those.

-Oh, fuck. Oh, my God! -Oh, shit.

-What do I do? What do I do?! -Just... Just... Just sweep it.

-Sweep it back in there. -I don't wanna move it.

-What if it goes off? -It's not gonna go off.

It's not a fucking touch-screen. Just... Here.

Alright.

Why the fuck does Sasha have a gun?

"Happy sweet 16, darling."

I think it's from her parents.

Just put it away, please.

No!

Look, if we're going in there, we may need this.

I mean, it's just better to have a gun we don't need

than to not have a gun we do need, right?

Absolutely not. It's giving Chekhov.

I bet they have all the guns in there.

I bet it's like... it's like a gun per person, minimum.

Maybe two-to-one guns.

Look, I am not some idiot who opts out of a free gun.

-What the fuck? Stop! -I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

What the fuck? I stepped on something.

What the fuck is that?

It's Chad. It's pieces of his face.

Why would they throw that away? That's valuable craft.

They probably thought it was salmon.

Oh, there's more.

Oh wait, there's another one!

Alright. Maybe they ditched it.

I got the gun. I'm doing defense.

Yes!

Shh!

Okay. We got a nose. We've got a cheek.

-But we gotta cook another chin and brow. -Okay.

What? What? What happened?

Those assholes did steal my AirPods.

Why are you giving me that look? I'm not going in there

and getting in a fucking shootout over your AirPods.

-I lose mine all the time. -Well, I don't.

-Fuck! God. -Oh, my God!

-Fuck. -We're going to the ER.

Shit.

They still don't know when they can see you.

This country's coming apart at the seams.

Totally.

Alright. Go get some gauze and a bandage,

and let's get the fuck outta here. It's ten o'clock.

What are you doing?

Trying to see what they're doing with my AirPods.

They cost $180.

Kind of pales in comparison to what I'm dealing with right now.

Sorry for feeling sad about something

that relates to me for all of two seconds.

God for literal bid.

God, nobody cares about your AirPods.

The gauze. Just do what I told you.

"Do what you told me"?

I'm sorry, am I your employee now?

You know what? I don't wanna litigate the nature of our...

whatever, right now.

Our "whatever"? Where I save your ass

over and over and over again?

Save my...

You're just hanging out with me because I'm Chad.

Chad makes you relevant.

You're nothing without Chad.

-I injured Gerry so you could be starter. -Yeah.

Because you're so weirdly obsessed with me.

You know, I bet that freak at the store did recognize you.

I bet a lot of people do, but they don't know what to say

because they feel sorry for you.

Russ Holliday's a costume on a shelf.

You're a joke.

Glad that's how you see me, pal.

That's a fucking mean thing to say. Get the fuck outta here.

Okay, great. If you don't need anyone,

-get your own goddamn glue. -Hey! What the fuck?

Stop!

Fuck!

Will you console her, sir?!

Jesus!

Russ Holliday?

Yes. Right, that... that's...

That's me, I'm... Russ Holliday.

-You know who I am. -Yeah.

Yeah.

At Oregon, you had one of the greatest dual-threat quarterback seasons ever.

Right until the end.

Well...

Most seasons end bad for most teams.

You're Ricky Hudson, right? Are you... Are you Jake Hudson's daughter?

Yes.

I'm just surprised you know who I am.

Yeah, I saw the Ole Miss game.

Oh.

Yeah.

No such thing as bad press.

Coming from you, that means... very little.

Alright.

I'm doing room checks. I gotta go. Sorry.

-Um, it was nice to meet you. -Yeah, nice to meet you.

Hey, um...

Fighting with your dad is stupid.

Uh... I don't know, just...

Whatever you gotta say, just...

don't wait.

Fuck!

Room check.

Yes, ma'am.

-Thank you. -Shit.

Room check.

In the room. You know, Coach.

Thank you.

-What's... No. -Oh... Coach Ricky,

-somebody stole my car keys. -I don't care.

You guys cannot be in here. Let's go. Outta here, now.

Nishan, Rod!

Yeah, Coach, we asleep.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

Fucking shit.

Room check.

Chad? You in there?

I'm night-night right now.

Okay. Sorry to wake you.

Holy shit!

How the fuck?

I made sure I was back lit, and I stood on the trash can.

You little fucker.

Oh, also...

Where'd you find the glue?

Well, I stole it from the hospital.

Aladdin-style.

You should go to sleep. I'll cook the molds.

Think it's quicker if we both do it.

♪ No more talk of darkness ♪

♪ Forget these wide-eyed fears ♪

♪ I'm here, nothing can harm you ♪

♪ My words will warm and calm you ♪

♪ Say you'll love me ♪

♪ Every waking moment ♪

♪ Promise me that ♪

♪ All you say is true ♪

♪ Love me ♪

-♪ That's all ♪ -Ready?

♪ I ask of you ♪

It is a beautiful day here at Neyland Stadium

where The Vols take on South Georgia

for the 62nd time in the series history.

Chad Powers getting his start on the road.

His first ever for the Catfish

after last week's miraculous comeback.

Coach! Coach, somebody broke into my car!

-Good! -No, sir, my firearm was stolen!

Good! Whoo!

-Whoo! -Let's go! Let's get it, baby!

Coach!

What?!

I... I just want to...

I didn't... I should... I don't think I should have, uh...

Alright, alright, let's go!

Whiskers, get up here!

The South Georgia Catfish.

Let's go out there and shut them up!

Fish on me!

"Fish" on three!

-One, two, three. -Fish!

343 through the air, 75 on the ground, four touchdowns.

Phew, shit.

I mean, he looked like a legit dual-threat today.

Powers might be the real deal.

Mm-hmm.

-What the hell you laughing at? -No, it's just...

Last week, Chad was my backup. Now, I'm his backup.

Life is crazy!

What are you doing?

♪ In sleep, he sang to me ♪

♪ In dreams he came ♪

♪ That voice which calls to me ♪

♪ And speaks my name ♪

♪ And do I dream again? ♪

♪ For now I find ♪

♪ The phantom of the opera is there ♪

♪ Inside my mind ♪

♪ Sing once again with me ♪

♪ Our strange duet... ♪

Coach, Chad? They would love an autograph.

Aw, it's the least I can do.

Oh, this is just how I sign my balls.

ESPN is out there featuring us.

This is our moment.

Putting yourself on camera is the most exposed you could be.

Chad Powers. You play ball like a man possessed.

What we don't know about you is basically anything else.

Well, for one... I'm Chad.

I know he's not polished. But that's why people like him.

Bad stuff always happens to Russ.

Just a matter of time before it starts happening to Chad.

Oh, God.

May I... May I be excused