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[♪ "The Phantom of the Opera" by Andrew Lloyd Webber playing]

[♪ music continues playing through AirPods]

[Coach Jake Hudson] QB one.

[Chad's voice] Hey, Coach.

You ready to climb Rocky Top?

Yes, sir.

[players chattering]

[Coach Hudson] 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.

[♪ "The Phantom of the Opera" continues playing through AirPods]

[whispering] Shit.

[items clattering]

I would... [sighs]

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.

[sighs]

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? -[Danny clearing throat]

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.

[scoffs] 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.

[whispering] What does this mean?

[whispering] It means we're fucked!

[♪ tense electronic music playing]

[♪ tense music continues playing]

[players chattering]

[Coach Dobbs] 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. [stammering]

Huh, what-- uh, what?

Mornin'.

When's bed check?

Bed check's when our...

eyelids kiss our eyeballs.

[Nishan] [mimicking Chad's accent] 11:00, Coach!

To make sure we are not spreadin' cheeks.

[players chuckling]

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

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

[Dobbs] No, no, that's not-- that's not--

[Byrd] 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?

[Danny] What are we gonna do?

[Russ] [normal voice] 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. -[hair dryer whirring]

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.

[sighs]

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.

[♪ exciting music playing]

-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.

[button clicking rapidly]

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

-[elevator dings] -[passengers laughing]

Oh, shit.

-[Danny] Hey, guys. -[Nishan] Hey.

-You are funny, bro. -[Rod laughing]

-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.

[Danny] Am I invited?

[Sasha] [chuckles] Only if you bring Chad.

[blowing]

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

[group snickering]

[Nishan] Okay.

[sighs] What the fuck is her deal?

[keys jingling]

She lost her car keys.

[♪ exciting music playing]

[Russ] 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. [scoffs]

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 fuckboys.

-[engine starting] -[Russ sighs]

[engine rumbling]

[screeching]

[Halloween prop cackling]

[chainsaw motor buzzing]

Let's split up.

[♪ spooky tense music playing]

-[prop screeching] -[Russ yelps]

[♪ spooky tense music continues]

[♪ music intensifying]

-[♪ music stops abruptly] -They're out of glue.

[♪ playful Halloween music playing faintly in store]

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

And a cubic zirconia stud.

Well, it's real. [sighs] 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.

[Danny] 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.

[Danny] Just go be Alpha near him.

[Halloween prop cackling in distance]

Sir?

Um... [clearing throat]

Can I help you?

[softly] Um...

[normal] 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...

-[mouthing] 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.

[Halloween prop cackling]

[laughing] You were like Aladdin!

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

[singing] ♪ I steal only what I can't afford ♪

[sings] ♪ Riff-Raff, street rat! ♪

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

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? -[Russ] Shit.

[broken glass crunching]

-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.

[Russ] Fuck me...

Y'all motherfuckers! Give me back my glue!

-[glass clattering] -Ow!

Shit! Go!

[grunting] Hey!

-[engine starting] -Go, go, go!

[tires screeching]

I've got an AirPod signal!

-[phone chiming] -It's asking me to update!

No, no, say no!

[tires screeching]

[♪ exciting music playing]

-[engine turns off] -[♪ music stops]

[distant sirens wailing]

[Danny] Well, the kit is in there.

[Russ] Fuck me. [winces]

Oh, God. Is that your ball palm?

My-- Do you mean my throwing hand?

-[Danny sighs] -No.

-[glove box opens] -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.

[Danny squealing]

Alright.

Why the fuck does Sasha have a gun?

"Happy sweet 16, darling."

-[dog barking] -I think it's from her parents.

[sighs] Just put it away, please.

No!

[♪ tense music playing]

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

[breathing heavily]

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.

[breathing heavily]

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

-[gun cocking] -[car door opening]

[♪ tense music continues]

[sighs heavily]

[dogs barking]

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

[♪ tense music continues]

[shoe squelching]

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!

[Russ] Alright. Maybe they ditched it.

[Danny clearing throat]

I got the gun. I'm doing defense.

[groaning quietly]

[whispering] Yes!

-[trash can rattling] -Shh!

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

-But we gotta cook another chin and brow. -[Russ] Okay.

[groaning]

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.

-[lights click] -[gun drops and clatters]

-[gunshot] -[Danny screaming]

-[metal fence rattling] -[dogs barking]

-Fuck! God. -Oh, my God!

-[engine revving] -[tires screeching]

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

[groaning]

Shit.

[sighs]

[patient moaning loudly]

[whimpering]

[continues moaning]

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

-[monitors beeping] -[hospital staff chattering]

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.

[patient coughing]

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.

[patient continues moaning loudly]

"Do what you told me"?

I'm sorry, am I your employee now?

[sighs] 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.

[indistinct hospital PA announcement]

[patient moaning wildly]

[patient whimpering]

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.

[Danny scoffs]

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

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

Stop!

-[glue bottle clattering] -Fuck!

[patient continues moaning loudly]

[moaning continues]

Will you console her, sir?!

[patient whimpering]

Jesus!

[people chattering]

[sighs]

[indistinct hospital PA announcement]

[phone clicks]

[cart wheels rattling]

[♪ bright music playing]

[♪ bright music continues playing]

[breathing heavily]

[♪ bright music continues]

[crickets chirping]

[people chattering]

[Russ panting]

[sighs]

[Russ breathing heavily]

Russ Holliday?

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

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

-You know who I am. [chuckles] -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.

[♪ country music softly playing in hotel]

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

[laughing] 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.

[Ricky chuckles softly]

-[both chuckling] -[elevator dings]

-Alright. -[elevator doors opening]

[phone alarm chiming]

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

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

Hey, um...

[♪ gentle music playing]

Fighting with your dad is stupid.

Uh... [sighs] I don't know, just...

Whatever you gotta say, just...

don't wait.

[♪ gentle music continues]

Fuck!

[♪ dramatic music playing]

-[Ricky] Room check. -[Russ panting]

[player 1] Yes, ma'am.

[door closing]

-[Ricky] Thank you. -[softly] Shit.

[Ricky] Room check.

[player 2] In the room. You know, Coach.

[♪ tense music playing]

[knocking]

[handle snapping]

[Ricky] Thank you.

[door opens]

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

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

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

Nishan, Rod!

[Nishan] Yeah, Coach, we asleep.

[whispering] No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

Fucking shit.

[knocking]

Room check.

[♪ tense music intensifying]

Chad? You in there?

[door opening]

[groaning]

[hoarse voice] I'm night-night right now.

Okay. Sorry to wake you.

[panting]

[Russ] Holy shit!

How the fuck?

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

[sighs heavily]

You little fucker.

-[Danny grunting] -[both chuckle]

-[Danny laughing] -Oh, also...

[exhales deeply]

Where'd you find the glue?

Well, I stole it from the hospital.

Aladdin-style.

[Russ slurping]

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

Think it's quicker if we both do it.

[♪ "All I Ask of You" from "The Phantom of the Opera" playing]

♪ 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 ♪ -[Russ] Ready?

♪ I ask of you ♪

-[♪ music swells] -[hair dryers whirring]

[announcer] 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.

-[team cheering] -Coach! Coach, somebody broke into my car!

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

Good! Whoo!

-[player 1] Whoo! -[player 2] 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...

[crowd cheering]

[♪ gentle music playing]

[players chanting and shouting]

[Chad's voice] Alright, alright, let's go!

Whiskers, get up here!

[team shouting and cheering]

[announcer] The visiting team: The South Georgia Catfish.

-[crowd jeering] -Let's go out there and shut them up!

Fish on me!

"Fish" on three!

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

[motor rumbling]

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

-[scoffs] -Phew, shit.

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

Powers might be the real deal.

[Dobbs] Mm-hmm.

[Gerry laughing]

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

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

Life is crazy!

[chuckles]

What are you doing?

[Nishan sighs]

[♪ tense music playing]

[♪ "The Phantom of the Opera" resumes]

♪ 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... ♪

[♪ fanfare playing]

♪♪

Coach, Chad? They would love an autograph.

Aw, it's the least I can do.

[chuckles]

Oh, this is just how I sign my balls.

[Tricia] 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.

[Tricia] Oh, God.

-May I-- May I be excused

♪♪