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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.

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.

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...

All right, boy, ready?

Fingers on the laces.

Remember that.

...we go. Here we go.

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!

He's looking. He's under a rush.

It's in the air. It's...

-Touchdown! -Yes!

-Touchdown! -Oh! Yeah!

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

-We won! -We did it.

-We did it! We did it! -We did it.

Saviors win it all in dramatic fashion.

And, uh, hold on a second here, uh...

We got a man down on the field.

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.

You see that, Cam?

That's what real men do.

They make sacrifices.

No guts, no glory.

We won.

Yeah.

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!

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.

He built dynasties.

...how quickly Isaiah White recovered from...

-Not one, not two, not three... -It's a miracle

-he's still playing. -Eight rings. -Eight.

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

He's the greatest winner

this league has ever seen.

And now we go live with a word

from our Saviors' owner.

I just want to say congratulations to the Saviors.

A great year.

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.

The Saviors have the MVP of the league...

They built a dynasty around him.

His story is the story of America.

The question, though, is:

How much does his body have left to give?

I think, deep down, one more.

He is the undisputed GOAT.

Why are we even having this conversation?

Walk away on top.

...at 45 years old.

Will Isaiah White come back

for one more year?

Or will he retire?

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

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.

Kid is box office. He can flat-out ball.

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?

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.

No, uh...

-I'm spoken for. -Very happily.

-Uh... -Make sure you write that down.

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.

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."

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.

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...

my dad did tell me

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

God willing...

I want to be the GOAT.

Yo, Cam!

What's up, Coach?

Nice to have you back home.

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

All right, that's a bet.

I appreciate you.

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.

Hey.

It's gonna be okay.

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

We'll get a second opinion.

It's gonna be okay.

I promise. Right?

It's gonna be all right. Right?

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?

Welcome to the USFF

Football Federation Combine,

where we get to see the next draft class,

along with every GM, coach and owner.

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. -Is it true

that you're pulling out of the draft?

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

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.

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.

Now, who the fuck lies about getting attacked?

What the fuck is wrong with these people, babe?

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?

Hey, I got a party tonight.

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

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

-Hey. -What's up?

All right. Him Duncan, Himothée Chalamet.

Got my junkyard dog in there, huh?

We got my rabies boy? Come on.

Let me hear you go...

Let me hear it.

All right, we're good.

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

Hey, Jasmine.

-Like those edges? -Cam?

What you know about edges?

-Oh. -Cam? Cam, look at me.

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

Bruh.

Drew, don't call me "bruh."

Mom, it's glorified calisthenics.

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

-We good. Chill. -Excuse me, Drew,

but his brain is swollen. He is concussed.

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

You really want to jeopardize the draft over that?

Listen, you know who you sound like?

You sound like your father.

-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.

He's fine.

He's taken worse hits on the field.

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

I'm good!

I'm good, okay?

I'm good.

I'm good. I'm good.

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? -Are you all right, bruh?

Drew, shut the fuck up!

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

Tom, come on.

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?

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.

Tom, come on.

Over here, Tom!

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!

Oh, now you want to smoke.

Yeah!

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.

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?

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

Pops would've said the same...

-Get off me! -Damn, bro.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

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

Bro!

Bro! Bro! Bro!

Babe! Babe!

-What? -It's your fucking agent.

Damn.

Running around this motherfucker.

-Yo, Tom. -Damn.

Hey, call the ambulance, man.

-What happened? -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.

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

Yo, Tom, what's up?

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...

Whoa, nigga. What the fuck is this?

...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?

Cam?

Oh, he got some good news. Go ahead.

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. -Cam?

Cam, are you there?

We going to the fucking league!

It's usually just a few of them,

but now that he might retire...

I'm here, Isaiah! I love you!

I love you, Isaiah!

There's Marjorie.

We don't want you!

His fan club's like a cult.

Go home!

Move along, Marjorie.

Come on, Marjorie. Back it up. B-Back it up.

Move on.

B-- Hey! Get back!

What the fuck?

Holy shit.

Hello?

Jesus fucking Christ.

Wow.

Hello?

Cameron Cade.

Sorry, I, uh, let myself in.

Well, welcome.

You at home, brother.

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.

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?

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.

Mm.

Radical detachment.

No cell phones, no phone calls,

no Pornhub, no PornTube,

no OnlyFans, no Grindr,

no sliding into DMs.

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...

Oh, shit.

What?

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.

Welcome to church.

Don't fuck this up.

Come on, you got to focus.

That ain't it. Do it again.

Too much arm.

Use more whip. Use your whip. One more.

Do it again.

Stay off my boxes.

Ah!

-Good. -The timing...

Stop looking at your feet. Eyes downfield.

I'm doing it.

Old folks. One, two...

Two, two, then we go...

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

-Right there. -Come on.

-Come on. Come on. -Pull that weight.

Don't hurt yourself.

-Yeah. -Don't hurt yourself.

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

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

Two!

Almost perfect.

That was cool?

Get to the pros, people are faster than college.

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

-Good job. -Plant your foot.

You mad.

-There you go. -Fuck!

You know what I'm saying.

This ain't day camp, boy.

-Shit. -There you go.

Goddamn, do you stretch at all?

Sometimes.

We good?

All right, fuck you, too, then.

That ice bath calling my name.

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

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.

Oh.

Oh, shit. Okay.

Clothes off.

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.

Six-five, 210.

Oh, that's a big yellow nigga.

Arms up.

84-and-a-quarter-inch wingspan.

10.2-inch hand size.

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

Your mom must be proud, huh?

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.

Sounds like a fun childhood.

Similar to mine.

Mine was actually worse.

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

Eardrums look good. No fluid in the ears.

Lymph nodes are normal.

Resting heart rate is strong. 40 BPM...

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

Shit. I damn near killed myself.

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?

Definitely my family.

They sacrificed a lot for me.

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.

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.

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?

The endometriosis.

-What? -The endometriosis. The dollar.

Oh. And one dollar per order

will be donated to my endometriosis foundation.

And...

-Cameron Cade? -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. -Taylor!

Oh, shit. Thank you.

All this foreign-ass fruit.

Lychee. It's very common.

Whoa. What the fuck is that?

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... I'm good.

Father Time is undefeated,

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

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.

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.

Whoa, whoa.

Helps with the pain.

You'll thank me later.

Many religions would consider his blood holy.

Cock-a-doodle-do!

Wake your bitch ass up, boy!

This ain't peewee, nigga!

Move your ass!

Pressure is a privilege!

Baby, let's get it. Come on.

Come on. Come on.

No guts, no glory.

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.

Help is on the way.

Recovery.

It's the key to longevity.

Sometimes you got to...

slow down to speed up.

Thank you.

Let me ask you.

Would you rather run a 1.4 ten or a 4.4 40?

1.4 ten.

It's all about the burst.

You know, 1.4 ten is football fast.

4.4 40, that's just style points.

All right.

Would you rather have the ability

to never get tired or never get injured?

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?

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.

See you later.

Hey, yo!

Let's get this.

You brought too many shirtless niggas, man.

I told you you'd thank me later.

Mate...

it's gonna be a long week.

Eyes closed.

Set, hut!

Set, hut!

A'ight.

Same drill, but we gonna switch it up.

I'm gonna need a little volunteer.

Mr. White...

I got you.

My man.

The balls on this kid. Let's go!

Two seconds on the clock.

You on the clock.

You're never gonna have to worry

about your blind side ever again.

Eyes closed.

Set, hut!

A'ight, little boy waking up.

Come on, plant that back foot.

Set, hut!

Let's go! Hit 'em!

Set, hut!

Mm.

Too slow.

Shh.

What the fuck?

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

See, you think this is a game.

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

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.

Oh, shit.

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!

Hey, yo!

--Come on, get your head in the game!

-Let's go! -Crank that bitch.

My mans is dying over here.

-Crank that bitch. -Goddamn.

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

-You not Zay. -What are you doing?

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

My man's fucking dying over here.

Give me some receivers that can catch.

Set, hut!

Come on, Cam!

Think, bro, think!

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. -Yeah.

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

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

Come on, get it!

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.

You a bitch.

-Oh, I'm a bitch? -You a bitch.

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

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

Hey, hey, hey.

Come on.

You shouldn't talk like that on the field.

All right?

Listen.

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.

Set, hut!

Hey, you good? Stay down.

You good, playboy?

Let me see.

Oh, shit.

Hey, let's get Marco.

Let's get him some help.

Oh.

Come on, you good?

Did we get you?

Yeah. I mean...

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

Good job out there.

Thank you for the opportunity, Mr. White.

Yeah.

You got fucked up.

Fuck you laughing at?

A'ight.

Lunchtime.

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

"Saviors" on three!

-One, two, three! -Saviors!

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.

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.

You up, kid.

You, uh,

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

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

do we really give a fuck?

It's a casualty of war, man.

Think about it like this.

You know the saying,

"God, family, football"?

For me...

it's "football, family, God."

Now, hey.

Try to relax.

All right?

Enjoy.

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.

Hey!

And remember the doctor said try not to hit

your head again.

-Hey! -Don't feel pressure

to do anything that could risk your future.

And don't forget...

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!

Whoo!

Get that ball high and tight.

This is light work, fellas.

Rip through, rip through, rip through!

High and tight!

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

I thought we was going light!

Come on, bro, this is the big leagues.

Man, run it again.

You got me in this linebacker-ass helmet.

Reset!

You ladies set?

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!

This ain't a fucking game, man.

This is... this is everything.

You are not your father.

Does Cameron Cade...

want this?

Yes, I fucking want this!

Then what are you willing to sacrifice?!

Everything!

Then show me.

Set, hut!

Yo! Yo!

Come on! Oh!

Now we playing some fucking football, bitch!

Whoa! Whoa!

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.

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

I just...

I just got lost.

Oh, shit.

There he is.

We're fucking proud of you.

We're fucking proud of you.

Amen

All right! "Saviors" on me on three!

-One, two, three! -Saviors!

Are y'all out or something?

I can barely hear you.

Nah, man. We at the house.

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

Oh, shit.

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,

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. -Give me the phone!

-Here go Mom, man. -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?

Wish you were here.

Remember what your dad used to say.

Okay? You only have a few days left.

We are all praying for you, baby.

-Hey! -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.

Of course you're fucked, mate.

It takes blood to grow a king.

Fuck this training shit.

I got into this business to help heal people.

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.

It's a shame you're so talented.

And how well I've prepared you.

Prepared me for what?

When two men enter the Colosseum,

only one leaves.

I got a question.

What's it like being the GOAT?

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.

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.

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.

Think that's what it's about.

It's cute, your little...

Half-rican American family.

Did you say "Half-rican American"?

"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?

You're starving to death in a prison.

Somebody asks you, "Food or freedom?"

Do you really have a choice?

I'm gonna go watch some tape.

We don't want you!

Zay?

Oh, fuck me.

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

Oh, shit!

Did you see that shit?

Yes!

When you a god, there is no peace.

Do you see that shit?

The fucking dedication?

She wanted to win.

That's what it takes.

That's how you fucking win.

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.

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?

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?

Are you sure you don't want to come?

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.

We are all praying for you, baby.

Now, call me back when you get this.

Oh, fuck.

Did you fuck her?

Hmm?

-Come on. -Nah.

You fuck her?

I got a girl.

Oh, you got a girl?

Look at you.

Look at your face, man.

You getting nauseous on the mere fact

of you cheating on your little college girl.

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

That's right, you niggas is going steady, right?

Those are good times, man.

They be sucking on my dick just like...

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?

Fuck all this football.

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

Me and you, right?

Yeah?

-Yeah. -My man.

Whoo!

Next!

You good?

Seem off today.

Yeah, I'm just...

thinking about the lady I almost killed last night.

Weird bitch.

What lady?

You know, the lady.

I don't know what lady you talking about.

We don't have no more to shoot?

No!

All right. Bounce, nigga.

Oh, yeah.

That lady.

Your turn.

Whew.

Little heavy.

Just pull it back, pull it forward.

Aw. Poor baby missed.

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.

Nah.

I like to earn my shit. No handouts.

How about this?

If I miss...

I just might let you keep QB1 next year.

Does Cade have that grit?

-Not impressed by him. -Top five?

Damaged goods isn't worth the risk.

And that's just not enough.

You can be gifted.

We don't know if Cade has that gear.

Hard to invest in an unknown.

Does he have the mental toughness?

The killer instinct--

that is the real question.

What is this? We're not training today?

This is training.

Better get used to it, franchise boy.

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

He literally looks like your child.

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

Um, who do you belong to?

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.

Left a kid, returned a king.

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

...anything for you!

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

That was the routine, and at that age,

-I just... -You'll be the best.

I wanted to be a kid.

See, football's no different.

Only now, the boys aren't dragged--

they're drafted-- and the gods sit in skyboxes.

See, greatness takes more than talent and hard work.

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

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.

I let him down.

I let him down.

I let him down.

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.

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.

Babe, you're coming?

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

You kids have fun.

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.

-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.

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.

And what did you mean by "rituals"?

Oh, you know, just rich guy stuff.

All right, here we are.

Carpaccio. So good.

Prodigal son.

Marco. What's going on?

"I thirst," he said.

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

Jesus said that.

Wow. Okay.

Run.

All righty.

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

What did I fucking tell you?

What's up?

Look at you. You look fucking great, man.

-Oh, gentlemen. -Here they are.

Let me introduce you to the owner of the Saviors.

Good to meet you, son.

All right, this is it.

Look at that smile.

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

Now I got a question.

Are you ready to take the next step?

Here's to you.

There you are.

Are you sure you're okay?

Someone's up early.

Just watching some tape.

Isn't that powerful?

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?

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

gift from the gods.

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.

Whoever has it...

...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...

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.

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!

Cute.

Oh!

You know what's the opposite of a Savior?

A killer.

Wrong.

A mascot.

In full glory reflected

now shines on the stream:

'Tis the star-spangled banner,

O long may it wave

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.

Sign the contract.

What the fuck, Tom?

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

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.

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

Cam.

You good?

Need a glass of water or energy drink or something?

-Jesus Christ. -Look.

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

Fuck you.

Fuck your dumbass eyebrows.

Oh, no.

-Fuck your old white ass, too. -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.

Shut the fuck up, Tom.

Listen, boy.

I'll kill your family.

Now, sign the fucking contract.

You see that, Cam?

That's what real men do.

They make sacrifices.

Hey, baby.

I'm him!

You will always be my baby,

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

I am so...

proud of you.

Nah.

Cock-a-doodle-do, motherfucker.

Oh, shit!

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. -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!

Oh, my God, that is fucking stuck.

Oh, Cam.

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

Fuck, fuck.

Come on, give me a fucking bar!

Oh, fuck. He's here.

He's here. Oh, fuck.

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

Watch your fucking mouth.

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.

I'm sorry.

Please. Fucking kill me, all right?

Fucking kill me.

Cut my fucking throat.

Go ahead.

Fucking do it.

Wait, wait, wait.

Please, please. Oh, no.

It's me! It's me!

I'll fucking suck your dick.

Will you fucking let me live, please?

No guts...

...no glory.

Please, God.

It's me! Let me live, please.

I want to live!

Please. No, please, please.

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