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[? low, dramatic music playing]

[footsteps clomping, door opens]

[Russ] Danny!

[footsteps clomping]

Danny!

-Hey. -[sighs] Dude.

That son of a bitch.

I'm fine, but we're not.

I killed us, Russ.

I shouldn't have planted the gun.

I should have put better locks on the basement doors.

I, I should have tried to stop him somehow.

But now he has evidence.

Gerry won.

[exhales deeply]

[? suspenseful music playing]

[door creaking]

[? suspenseful music continues]

[? dreamy movie music playing]

[Edward Scissorhands] [on screen] I have a present for you.

I should kick your ass, you little piece of shit.

There he is.

There's the real you.

The one underneath the fool.

I really do like hearing him come out.

But remember...

you're holding my clipboard.

If you wanted to, you would've told people already.

But you haven't.

You know they caught Lee Oswald in a movie theater?

He had a lot of aliases.

What about you, Chad?

How many of you are under there?

I bet I could figure it out, who you really are.

Except I almost don't want to.

It'd be like killing a sea creature that lived 10,000 years.

I am a sea creature, motherfucker.

I know what the bottom of the ocean looks like.

Do you?

I do now.

Thanks to Chad Powers.

So why am I here?

[? tense music playing]

[paper rustling]

[? tense music continues]

[vehicle passing by]

-Hey. -Hey.

Why are we meeting here?

Gerry could be watching our place,

and Chad didn't want him to see you.

-Danny. -[Danny] Yeah?

I'm glad you're okay.

Thanks, bitch.

[door bell dings]

-[? soft country music playing] -Uh-oh, here comes trouble.

Hope you guys are hungry. This place is dee-licious.

Did you talk to Gerry?

-Yeah, I did. -And?

It's over.

What?

I slaughtered him.

-I ate him. -Awesome.

I'm kidding. I didn't eat him. He's dead.

Why are you doing a bit right now?

I miss joking around with you guys.

And I miss not having the resting heart rate of a hummingbird.

What did he say?

We came to an arrangement.

What kind of arrangement?

He wants money.

I have a way to get him money.

It's handled.

-Just like that? -Just like that.

[Ricky] There's no way he'd back off now.

Not after he got proof.

Well, not at first, and then, I talked to him.

Alright, so he's not going to blow the story.

He's not going to implicate either one of you, so...

It's all good. There's nothing to worry about.

Wow.

All my worries. Poof! Gone.

I feel so at ease. Do you feel at ease?

-That seems rhetorical. -Tell me what actually happened.

Tell me the truth!

[sighs deeply]

[scoffs]

Who am I kidding?

You're incapable.

Ricky.

Rick...

[sighs] Ricky.

Hey, when's, uh, your Syracuse interview?

[Ricky] Thursday.

[Chad] Alright, well, good luck.

[? soft music playing]

[Chad sighs]

Okay, what's actually going on?

I don't have tits and doe eyes

and the pout that launched a thousand ships.

You don't have to cut me off.

[sighs]

Russ.

[normal voice] Bro. [sighs]

I haven't had a lot of real friends in my life.

[sighs] Can we not do this right now?

Until you, basically zero.

I don't want to be earnest!

You have had my back. You have protected me so many times.

[Danny] That's what I do.

But now, I need to protect you. Okay?

[? tense music playing]

It's my turn.

[Randy Wright] Randy Wright coming to you live from Dawson,

and folks, in 30 years, I've never heard Riverbend Stadium so loud.

Tonight, our Catfish take on the Texas Longhorns.

Win? And we're in the playoff.

Lose? And we all wake up from this dream season.

-[? suspenseful music playing] -[crowd cheering]

[Coach Hudson] Hey.

Did you hear anything since the interview?

[Ricky clicks tongue]

-Hm? -[Ricky] No.

[Coach Hudson] You want me to make a call?

-[Ricky] Right now? -[Coach Hudson chuckles]

Well, I can, I can make a call whenever.

If you wanted to make a call, you could've made a call, Dad.

Rick, Rick. [sighs] I cannot go out there at odds with you.

I am your biggest fan.

I am certain that you're going to make the major leap.

I know that.

I just don't want you to do it before you're ready.

That's all.

Totally get it.

[crowd cheering]

How do you feel?

[takes deep breath]

[crowd cheering]

People keep asking me how I feel...

and I keep saying I feel lucky.

I feel lucky that my heart still beats.

I feel lucky to have a crowd like this to holler over.

I feel lucky to have players like you to holler at.

Makes me feel like I could do this forever.

I'm one lucky son of a bitch!

You know who ain't?

Those Longhorns.

You know why?

Because they're about to go to war with the Catfish!

We...

are the Apache choppers!

We are Hellfire!

We have a destiny!

Playoffs! Champions!

And they are in our way!

[team cheering]

[? upbeat band music playing]

[stadium announcer] [muffled] Your South Georgia Catfish!

Alright, made it.

-Yeah, in the nick of time too. -What's up, Charlie?

You just climb Mount Everest and dildo the Dalai Lama?

No, no, no. I was doing orphanage work in Baja.

[Charlie] There's probably going to be a fight in this section, yeah?

-You know, Jay, I heard a rumor... -[Jay] Hmm?

...that you were helping a school up by you in New York

poach Ricky Hudson, our long-legged Chad whisperer.

-[Jay] Really? -[Tricia] And then it occurred to me

that ever since you showed up and you started chasing that ponytail,

Chad's been a mess.

Maybe he has a crush on Ricky.

There's an unusual amount of smells in this area.

Either way, we got a lot invested in that boy.

-[Jay] Mm. -We're about to have a whole lot more,

and Ricky unlocks him.

So, son, you need to back the fuck off.

Tricia...

I know you're the most powerful person in Dawson, Georgia...

but truthfully, and to the rest of us... it's kind of sad.

[? tense music playing]

[clicks tongue] You stepped in gum.

Go, Fish!

[Charlie] We are surrounded by the common folk of America.

[Randy] South Georgia's without backup Gerry Dougan tonight

due to some legal trouble.

I don't think they'll need him, as Heisman frontrunner, Chad Powers,

is looking to stake his claim as the greatest Catfish ever.

[players shouting]

White 80!

White 80! Set!

[players grunting]

There's your tight end.

[Randy] Powers searches, searches, lets it fly.

-Intercepted! He missed Leonard by a mile! -Fuck!

[Randy] Texas is on the move.

-[bodies thudding] -Oh! Powers leveled by a block.

And that's a pick-six on the Catfish's first possession.

A disastrous and painful start for Chad Powers.

-[announcer over speakers] -[? dramatic music playing]

[Nishan] Hey.

We're going to fight. We're going to fight.

-Shake it off, QB, we got you. Next play. -Yeah.

-[Nishan] Next play, baby. -[player] Eyes up, Powers, you got this!

[Randy] Another three and out.

Powers playing his worst football of the season right now,

and at the worst possible time. Catfish down, 14-3.

Hey, Powers! What color are we?

-Blue. -Uh-huh.

-And what color are they, Chad? -Orange.

See, he gets it. Stop giving the fuckin' football

to the goddamn orange team!

[Randy] Intercepted again! Are you kidding me?

Chad Powers fucking sucks!

[Randy] The Catfish head to the locker room losing 21 to 3.

He's not only playing badly, he's playing stupid.

That's because he is stupid.

-[announcer over speakers] -[? dramatic music playing]

No, he isn't.

[crowd booing]

Danny.

Hey, Danny.

[sighs] Fuck. Forgot you ran track.

What are you doing here?

I thought you were banned from the stadium.

I had to get eyes on the new Whiskers. Can confirm he's ass.

Do you know what the hell's going on with Chad?

Uh...

-it seems like he's having an off night. -No, he's not.

I know what his off nights are like.

I've watched the tape of every Russ Holliday game ever played.

This is something else.

I can't tell you.

Is he tanking the game on purpose?

I don't understand sports enough to engage with that question.

Danny.

You want to win too.

I knew Gerry wouldn't just roll over.

Not even for money.

Found this in Russ's room.

[? tense music playing]

-You placed a bet on me. -I placed a bet against you.

Oh, my God. [sighs]

And you're going to make sure that I win.

Gambling on myself is-

Please, please, say it's against the rules!

I have to stay under 150 yards passing,

two interceptions,

no passing touchdowns, no rushing touchdowns.

[Gerry] A historically bad game.

If I hit half of these, we fuckin' lose.

And when you hit all six of them,

my parlay pays out $200,000.

If money is what you want, I can get you money.

I do want money, but I want something...

else a little more.

I want everyone to hate you...

how they hate me.

When it's all over,

obviously Chad will take full responsibility for framing me

and disappear forever.

-[? tense music continues] -[sighs]

Danny and Ricky are not a part of this.

They were never a part of this. Do you understand me?

Fine.

Why wouldn't he tell me?

Same reason he didn't tell me.

Same reason he didn't tell you about your dad's heart.

He was in an impossible situation,

and he kept something from the people he cares about

to protect them.

Russ isn't perfect, Ricky. He's not a hero.

But that doesn't mean he's not a good guy.

Can I hang on to this?

[Coach Dobbs] Statistically speaking, at least one of you

is going to die tragically before next season!

Do you want to die a loser?! Huh?!

[Coach Hudson] Chad.

[muffled crowd cheering]

What's wrong, son?

What's going on out there?

Uh...

I, uh...

It's okay.

You can talk to me.

I got to doo-doo. [chuckles]

[footsteps receding]

I guess Find the Fish is the only fun

anybody's going to have here tonight.

So, let's make it a good one, y'all.

Oh, no! Security!

He cannot be here. He's dangerous!

No, I'm not! Tricia!

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, wait a minute, wait a minute.

Wait. Who's operatin' this thing?

-Is this an automaton? -No. That's new Whiskers.

Old Whiskers injured Gerry, and then he framed him.

Why would old Whiskers do that?

Get...

Because old Whiskers is just like you.

I want to win.

[? soft music playing]

[? soft music continues]

I got the job.

[as Russ] I knew you would.

When I found out, you were the only person I wanted to tell.

It happened because of you.

No.

Happened 'cause of you.

Well, I'm taking it.

Which means, after tonight, I'll never coach you again.

Unless you come to Syracuse as a...

fake man named... Chicken Dixon or whatever the fuck.

I'd come up with a better name than Chicken Dixon, but...

Would you?

Eh.

This is our last game together.

We're not going to lose.

And Gerry's not going to win.

[sighs] Goddamnit, Danny.

So this was your plan.

You're going to drop the ball again...

on purpose this time.

You can't have that. You can't be incriminated.

I am incriminated.

I am.

I... I, I could have walked away...

and I know you wouldn't have stopped me...

but I didn't.

I stayed 'cause I wanted this.

All of it.

The good and the bad.

I stayed because of Chad.

Because of Russ.

[? soft music playing]

You've seen the bet.

I can't run. I can't throw for a touchdown.

How do we possibly win?

Leave that to me.

[Randy] Down 18, Jake Hudson's Catfish have their work cut out for them.

Quick slants, some easy passes. Hopefully, Nishan can break one-

Hey, no. Chad can't throw tonight. We need to pivot.

Pivot? We should pivot to what?

Triple option.

Are-Are you on fuckin' ayahuasca?

Chad has the yips, so let's take advantage of his feet

and use Nishan as a gadget.

Okay, that's inspired,

but we just spent halftime working out a whole new plan,

which we're going to stick to.

Alright, let's go!

Uncle fuckin' Navy.

-[thuds] -[Ricky] Eat shit.

-[whistle blowing] -[crosstalk]

Sorry, Chuck.

What's going on?! Are you kidding me?

Alright! You want my attention? You got it!

I'm the Chad whisperer, right?

Is that a real thing?

Or just some bullshit you say in the press?

I know you don't think I'm ready, but we're down 21 to 3!

So let me prove you wrong.

[Randy] Here we go! Catfish offense finally out on the field.

On the bright side, it can't really get any worse.

Ten, hut, set!

[Randy] Powers takes off.

Fakes a pitch.

Now pitches to Leonard.

Leonard on the run, through traffic.

-First down, Catfish! -Boom.

And why'd he push the ball? He could've got the first on his own.

-I don't know, but I will take it. -Let's go!

[Randy] Powers and his coaching staff getting creative here.

Hurry up! Keep it going.

[Randy] The option attack has given the Catfish new life.

We got 'em all lubed up. Should we try to sneak a finger in?

That means let Chad throw one at the end zone?

What about Chattahoochee?

Chattahoochee?

Why stick a finger when we can put our whole-

Don't talk like Scott.

Sorry.

But... Chattahoochee.

Chattahoochee.

Chad, we're going Chattahoochee.

[? "Come and Get It" by The Steppers playing]

Alright, boys. We're going Chattahoochee.

Hell yeah, baby. We shootin' the hoop!

-On one, on one. Ready? -[team] Break!

[players shouting]

[Chad] Even, even, even!

-White 80! -[player] 2-4, 2-4!

White 80. Set!

[Randy] Powers pitches it.

Now he takes off.

There's another pitch! Out to Leonard.

And Leonard's going to throw! Heaves it for the end zone,

-and caught by Chad Powers! -[crowd cheering]

-Touchdown! -Fuck, yeah!

-Chattahoochee, baby! -Come on.

-That's all five fingers. -Ah, Dad.

[Chad] That's what I'm talkin' about!

-[Gerry groaning] -? If you want it ?

-? Get on this love of mine ? -[metal clanks]

[Coach Byrd] Fifty-six yards.

Yeah, he doesn't have the right leg or the third leg to make that kick.

-I believe in Max. -Max!

-Yeah. -Can you hit this?

Absolutely not, sir.

Alright, Chad. I think you're the only one who believes in him.

Maybe that works to our advantage.

[Randy] Freshman, Max Devlin, who's been a punchline all season,

lines up for a 56-yard field goal, the longest kick he's ever attempted.

-? Ooh, ooh... ? -Set, hut.

[Randy] And it's a fake!

Powers flips it to Devlin and now Devlin tears down the sideline.

-Move, move, move! -[bodies thudding]

-[Randy] Gets a huge block from Powers! -[coaches] Go! Go!

-[Randy] I don't believe it! Touchdown! -[crowd cheering]

South Georgia scores off the fake field goal!

-Alrighty! -I told you! I told you!

[Gerry yelling]

[Randy] Somehow, some way, the Catfish have fought back within one score.

Alright, Coach, anything left in your bag of tricks?

Yeah.

I got one more.

-[Chad] Ready. -[Randy] Down to the wire now.

Can they finish this comeback for the ages?

[crosstalk]

[? soft, suspenseful music playing]

No rushing or passing touchdowns tonight for Chad Powers.

You gotta wonder when he's gon' take over.

[Chad] White 80! Set!

[Randy] Powers drops back, has time.

Oh, my God! Statue of Liberty! Nishan Leonard has it!

-[Gerry screaming] -[Randy] He's going to score!

He's going to score! He's going to score! Touchdown!

Touchdown!

Catfish win! Catfish win!

[crowd cheering]

[whistle blowing]

Hold on, folks. There's a flag.

Holding, offense, number 65.

Ten-yard penalty from the spot of the foul.

What?! Are you fuckin' kidding me?

-Are you kidding me? -Hey, hey, hey, hey.

-[ref] Set the game clock to two seconds. -Hey, you-you got a lot of

fuckin' nerve calling that play right now.

Putting your thumb on the fuckin' scale. Are you serious?

[? slow, tense music playing]

[Randy] Just a devastating turn of events

-for the Catfish. -[Gerry laughing]

I'm not sure if you can even come back from this kind of gut punch.

Alright, we got time for one more play. Twenty-two yards to score.

Chad, you're going to have to sling it.

[Coach Dobbs] This is all on you, kid.

[Coach Byrd] Okay, so we're going to go Bunch Right,

82 NASCAR X Post.

-Come on, come on! -Go, baby, go, go, go, go!

[Ricky] Chad.

-Uh... um... -[Chad panting]

There's got to be another loophole.

No. There's no more trick plays.

You'd have to throw or run to score.

So, Gerry wins.

[whistle blows]

[breathing heavily]

[? tense music playing]

[crowd cheering]

Bunch Right...

82 NASCAR X Post.

Chad, we got you, man.

-Come on, man. Pick your head up. -We right here, alright?

Fish on me. Fish on three.

-One, two, three! -[team] Fish!

Hell yeah, baby. Let's do it.

Let's do it!

[crowd cheering]

[Coach Hudson] [over radio] Powers.

No matter what happens next...

I wanted to thank you for being my quarterback.

[? emotional music playing]

And I think...

I think your mom would be damn proud of the man you've become...

the man you are.

I know I am.

??

But what matters most, Chad...

is who you see when you look in the mirror.

And do you believe in him in the same way that we all believe in you?

Alright.

Win this bitch.

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White 80!

White 80! Set!

[? slow, soft, dramatic music playing]

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[fist thudding]

[crowd cheering]

[? triumphant music playing]

[crowd cheering]

Playoffs, baby, we goin'!

??

[Charlie] Hudson!

You are welcome to coach here for as long as you'd like.

-[players cheering] -[Gatorade splashing]

[Coach Hudson screaming]

[Chad] Ricky!

Ricky!

-[Jay] Ricky. -Chad?

We did it! [laughing]

H-Have you seen Chad?

Huh?

What?

Ricky!

Chad?

[? emotional music swelling]

[lights snapping]

I'm so sorry I scored, I don't know...

[Ricky] I would've done the same.

I wanted you to score.

I wanted you to so bad.

[Chad] We're going to figure it out.

We always figure it out.

[Gerry] Powers!

[? foreboding music building]

-[Gerry yelling, grunts] -Hey!

[groaning]

Chrisha?

Tricia says congratulations.

Chad Powers has just been acquired by Yeager Family Farms.

Mr. Holliday...

your face.

[? soft, sinister music playing]

Good work, Chrisha.

You made the right call.

Just a shame you didn't deal me in sooner.

I could have made your life so much easier.

Are you taking me home?

No.

Your old home's being packed up as we speak.

You boys are going to come live with me on my ranch

where I can keep y'all safe...

and where I can make sure Russ Holliday

stays Chad Powers for a long, long time.

??

-[exhales] -Gatorade bath?

-Overrated. -[laughter]

I'm going to have to change for the presser.

Ah, yeah, you better make sure you look good, Coach.

All those recruits are going to be watching after tonight.

Hell, yeah.

Can you imagine next season?

-We gon' be loaded, Jack! -[laughter]

-Wow. -You all are.

It's my last season, fellas.

-What? -Yeah.

Putting in a succession plan.

Vic... you're going to take over for me.

Scott, you're OC.

Ricky...

she's the quarterback coach.

After we win the Natty.

After we win the Natty.

After we win the Natty.

Where is Ricky?

[sighs]

Danny really did think of everything.

[normal voice] Yeah. And then he told Tricia everything.

Well, one disaster at a time.

[Russ] Here, let me do it.

It'll just take a second. Hold still.

-You got to go. Can I just- -Just let me do it. Please.

Okay.

[muffled crowd buzzing]

[muffled crowd buzzing continues]

[Ricky sniffs]

Can I say something?

No. When you talk, it's moving the prosthetic.

I love you.

[lips smack]

[? "Tougher Than The Rest" by Bruce Springsteen playing]

[lip smacking continues]

? Well, it's Saturday night ?

? You're all dressed up in blue ?

[Ricky breathing heavily]

? I've been watching you a while ?

? Maybe you've been watching me too ?

-? So somebody ran out... ? -[door clicks]

? Left somebody's heart in a mess ?

? Well, if you're looking for love ?

? Honey, I'm tougher than the rest ?

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[? song fades out]

[? fanfare]

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