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[MUFFLED]

Hike!

[PLAYERS GRUNTING AND CROWD CHEERING]

O'NEIL: Martel!

Martel, you're a wimp! Ahem.

I can't believe that. Martel goes for a give-up slide.

PAT: It did look cautious. - I could have scored on that!

JOHN: That could be the last play of the season.

In case you haven't heard, the players' strike became official...

PAT'. ...at 4 p.m. Eastern time.

I'm sad that the players' demands, which center around...

...a rise in the current salary cap, have been rejected by the owners.

I have told my union brothers to walk.

Get me Jimmy McGinty. Have him here tonight.

- Yes, sir. - Ahem.

I'm here with Eddie Martel.

Eddie there are a lot of angry fans out there...

...that feel that the players are being too greedy.

Urn, anything you'd like to say?

Dwight, I know $5 million a year sounds like a lot of money...

...but I pay 10 percent to my agent, 5 percent to my lawyer, child support--

Do you know what insurance costs on a Ferrari, mother--

Pat, uh, back to you.

Okay, that was Washington running back Malcolm LaMont.

JOHN: It's all about money, folks, but, heck, isn't it always?

PAT: It usually is. This is Pat Summerall for John Madden saying "so long"...

...from Nextel Stadium.

- You look like shit. - Well, I'm dying, Jimmy.

Oh. Heh, heh.

Come on.

You've been dying for 20 years.

[O'NEIL GROANS]

JIMMY: Salut.

- Give me a cigarette. - I quit.

Oh.

Nobody likes a quitter, Jimmy. Heh.

[CHUCKLES]

- See the game today? - No.

Why, you liar.

[CHUCKLES]

Could you believe that slide by Martel?

What a pussy.

- What's up? - Take a ride with me, Jimmy.

JIMMY: How's the wife?

O'NEIL: She had her lips done.

I never even knew you could have your lips done.

Looks like a largemouth bass.

[BOTH CHUCKLING]

Look, I'm too old to screw around. Let me give it to you straight.

I want you back.

- You already have a coach. - I'll take care of that.

- Yeah, like you took care of me. - Now, Jimmy...

Your players all flew home to their castles in their private jets, remember?

We're gonna finish the season anyway.

I'm gonna use replacement players.

- Jeez, what a business. - Well, we've got four games left.

We win three, we're in the playoffs.

- Really? - Yeah.

Win three out of four with replacement players?

- That's not too much to ask, is it? - You won for me once, you can do it again.

What's the matter, Jimmy?

Look, nobody's gonna give you a better chance than this...

...after that Dallas mess.

- I was right about that. - It had nothing to do with being right!

You went head-to-head with an $8 million quarterback.

Who did you think was gonna win? That's not gonna happen here.

I'm talking about a team of poor nobodies who play to win...

...not a bunch of bitchy millionaires.

Come on, Jimmy!

I'm thinking.

Hello!

Hello!

[LAUGHING]

I want total control of my team.

I want to be able to recruit anybody that I want, no interference.

[CLEARS THROAT]

My word is my bond.

[JIMMY CHUCKLING]

I want it in writing.

Okay, Jimmy.

Okay.

[LAUGHS]

BANES: We thought we'd skip special teams for the moment.

It's gonna be tough enough to put together a team in a week.

- We're gonna go a different way. BANES: A different way?

Here's a list of people I've been keeping my eye on over the years.

They've all played football, not all of them in the pros.

But they all have something unique to bring to the game.

We'll take them and try to put together a winning team.

If nothing else, they should be fun to watch.

Daniel Bateman, SWAT team officer.

Awarded a Purple Heart for losing a kidney during the Gulf War.

[LAUGHING]

Yeah!

[YELLS]

A walk-on at Michigan State before he gave up football...

JIMMY: ...to sneak back into the service for one more tour of duty.

JIMMY: Clifford Franklin.

Great attitude, great desire...

...and the fastest son of a bitch I've ever seen.

Hey! Clifford! Twinkie!

What's up, man? Got any Twinkies?

But can he catch?

[SQUISHING]

That's why I have you, Leo.

Andre and Jamal Jackson.

Together, these guys were the best tandem team of guards in the game.

[PHONE RINGING AND GIRLS SHOUTING]

- You're kidding me! - Andre got traded and they fell apart.

He ain't our problem no more. We gonna play football.

- Football? - Football.

- Football. Foot-- - Football.

Nigel Gruff. Striker out of Cardiff, now residing in Hell's Kitchen.

[SINGING INDISTINCTLY]

He's called "The Leg" because he can kick a soccer ball the length of the field.

Gentlemen...

...the drinks are on the house!

[ALL CHEERING]

Bollocks!

Pissing away our money again?

- No, no, no, the money's on the way. - Where? To the OTB?

I got a line on a horse! I swear on my mom's grave!

Your mother's grave? He's swearing on his mother's grave.

Nigel, listen to me. I want my money!

LEO: Has he kept in shape? - By Welsh standards.

[LEO CHUCKLES]

Shane Falco.

LEO". Shane Falco? "Footsteps" Falco from Ohio State?

JIMMY: The same.

[LEO CHUCKLING]

LEO: He hasn't played in years. JIMMY: Should be well rested, then.

JIMMY: You look like a swordfish I caught once.

He hit the deck just like that.

- You know who I am? - Yeah.

You're Jimmy McGinty.

That old coach from the '80s.

[JIMMY CHUCKLES]

We met just before the Sugar Bowl.

I remember.

Hell of a game, that Sugar Bowl.

- What'd you lose that by? Forty points? - That would be 45.

Sometimes a game like that sticks with you. You never shake it off.

- Got three concussions to prove it. - That's why girls don't play the game.

Why are you here, coach?

I'm back with the Sentinels. I want you to quarterback.

I found the best guards and a wide receiver...

...even you couldn't overthrow.

[SIGHS]

- I'm retired. - Retired?

It looks like things have gone real well for you since.

I got no complaints.

It's quiet here.

Nobody bothers me.

That's the great thing about plankton, uh, it pretty much keeps to itself.

You know what separates the winners from the losers?

The score.

Getting back up after being kicked in the teeth.

I watched films of your games since the Sugar Bowl.

You should've been carrying a clipboard that first year, not the team.

Your teammates leaned on you and you crumbled.

- Is that how you want to be remembered? - I don't want to be remembered at all.

[JIMMY CHUCKLES]

You're young. If you do well, who knows what'll happen after the strike.

I'm not making you any promises, Shane, but why don't you take a chance?

Rather than hanging out here...

...scraping crap off the bottom of somebody else's toys.

Think it over.

Could be part of something.

LINDELL: I'm down here in our nation's capital...

...to remind fans that what the owners are doing is unconscionable.

They have blatantly gone and hired scabs...

LINDELL: ...which goes against our Constitution, the Declaration of Independence...

...and the Emancipation Proclamation. Here come the scabs now!

[ALL SHOUTING]

That's Eddie Martel! That's Wilson Carr!

Hey, Wilson! I love you, man-- Hey, what's happening?

I love you, man!

I'm gonna bust a cap in your ass, and in your ass!

Piss off!

Piss off!

[INDISTINCT]

[CROWD SHOUTING]

MAN 1: Get that bible out of here!

NIGEL: Sorry about this.

Put God in your heart!

[SHOUTING]

I'm very sorry. I'm very sorry.

Hey' forget you!

Get a job, you wankers!

Hell, yeah.

Looking good out there, kid.

You've got the goods, baby. You've got the goods!

Where did you learn to catch like that?

Roberts, make that D-back commit before you cut, all right?

Jimmy.

- My tight end is deaf. - Yeah, I know.

Jimmy, how am I gonna coach a deaf man?

You won't need to.

Brian Murphy would've gone in the first round if he hadn't been born deaf.

Played college ball here in D.C. at Gallaudet.

But I've got to be able to communicate with him and how...?

- Learn to sign. - Oh, horse shit.

Look at it this way, he'll never be called off sides on an audible.

NIGEL: Hey, coach. - Hey, Nigel. Good to see you.

- Good to see you. - How are you?

- Good. - Good. Great.

This is The Leg?

Heh. I thought you told me he was solid muscle.

He's much stronger than he looks.

I'm wiry.

JIMMY: Go get some kicks in.

[GRUNTS]

He's wiry.

Wiry.

I'm sure you've been briefed as to your situation.

Coach McGinty requested you be turned over to us...

-...and the governor's complied. - Nice watch.

What? Oh, this? Uh...

It's a-- It's a fake. Damn thing's always broken.

It's only right twice a day.

Why don't we go ahead and join the others?

No sense standing here by ourselves, out of screaming distance.

- Come on, let's fire out of there! - Jimmy.

- Falco, when's he coming? - Relax, Leo, he'll be here.

Come on, quick feet!

You know, I am relaxed, but that's not the point. It's nervous energy.

Case in point: We don't have a quarterback, do we?

- Fire out of there! - We don't have a game plan for Sunday.

The only good thing I can say about our one offensive weapon is...

...it's wiry. What the shit is that?

No, no, it's wiry.

- However the hell you say it! - Say it: "Wiry."

[STAMMERING]

-"Wiry." - Holy! Look at this mamma-jamma!

[SPEAKING IN JAPANESE]

Have you lost weight?

Come on, coach, don't say that.

You look great. Why don't you work out on SOD?

SOD.

- He's lost weight? - Sumo wrestler.

Expert at pushing people around. That's what pass blocking is, remember?

That's right. Yeah.

BANES: Next one, 74. Come on!

Set, hut!

All right! Way to go!

It's all about pushing people around! Set! Hut!

Come on, sumo boy. Let's see what you can do.

Set. Hut!

Yes! Good hit, sumo boy! Now get this off of me!

That'll do, pig, that'll do.

- Screw you, cockroach. - You'll have to find your dick first, Shamu.

BANES: Get this off of me, sumo boy!

Hey, scab. What's up, sweet cheeks?

FALCO: I don't want any trouble. - You guys hear that?

He's taking away my job, but he doesn't want any trouble.

Not only is he taking your job, he's taking your parking space too.

What's up?

Is that right, Falco?

I didn't know it was yours. I'll move it.

No, let us do that for you.

Guys, move the new boy's ride for him.

Coming right up, Mr. Falco.

Ready, fellas?

One. Two. Three.

[CHUCKLING]

Thanks, guys.

[ALARM CHIRPS]

FALCO: Asshole.

MAN 1: Jesus! Footsteps Falco. They must be getting desperate.

MARTEL: Hey, Falco!

You're not even a has-been!

You're a never-was!

[ALL LAUGHING]

Go!

[GROANS]

Come on, let's pick it up!

[YELLING]

Form a line here! Come on. Form a line. Let's go seven on seven.

Check it out, y'all. It's our new quarterback.

Jimmy, we're in business now.

- You're late. - Car trouble.

You still got an arm?

Hey, Falco.

Go!

[GRUNTS]

[THUDDING]

[CHUCKLING]

That's gonna leave a mark.

- Leo, Franklin's down again. FRANKLIN: I'm okay.

I'm okay. I'm okay.

Let's play some football!

Yeah.

FALCO: Ready?

PLAYER 1: Ready. FALCO: Three-thirty. Three-thirty.

Hut.

[GRUNTING]

[FALCO GROANS AND DANNY GRUNTS]

- Danny Bateman. - Shane Falco.

Nice pop, Dam)'-

Thanks, coach.

In practice, we don't hit the fellows with the red shirts.

I know, but I see that red and I just want to go after it like a bull, you know?

- Okay, Danny. BANES: Huddle up!

Hey-

[FALCO GROANS]

I want you to get used to setting up on the run. Move fast, think even faster.

- You'll live a lot longer. - I'm very interested in that.

Huddle up!

- Hey. Shane Falco. - Hey.

I lost a ton of money on that Sugar Bowl of yours.

What a bloody shambles that was.

You could smell the stink all the way back in Wales.

[WHISTLING]

Nice meeting you.

MAN: Go!

[INAUDIBLE]

[CHATTERING]

Ready!

Ready!

[INAUDIBLE]

[FALCO YELLING]

Hut!

[GRUNTING]

Oh, shit! I forgot about the whole red shirt thing. This game's confusing, man.

Remember...

...red means stop.

Like a Streetlight, right?

- Yeah. - Get on up.

Go ahead. I'm gonna lie here a moment and collect my thoughts.

Work shit out, right?

- You should be glad he's on your side. - Yeah.

- So you have a cheer or something? WOMAN: Uh-huh. Uh-huh, are you ready?

Let's hear it for the quarterback. Hey-hey.

Could anyone play better? Say-say, no-no.

Tackle, tackle, tackle, tackle. Tack, tack, tack.

Show those others boys what they lack, lack, lack.

If I gave you a dollar, you could keep most of the change.

Because all I really want is a quarterback.

California oranges, Texas cactus.

We think your team needs a little practice.

Sit them in a highchair, feed them with a spoon.

Roll them up in toilet paper, kick them to the moon!

- That was great, thank you. - Thank you.

Can you dance?

FRANKLIN: Let me have that duck. MAN 1: Man, they've got no Kool-Aid.

- What the hell is this? - Chinese spareribs.

If you don't want it, get the fuck out of here.

I'm trying to figure out how the Chinaman over here...

...gets 700 pounds off of eating this shit.

I'm Japanese, not Chinese.

- Same difference. - What?

It's the same difference!

All that big:

[MIMICKING ASIAN LANGUAGES]

JUMBO: Nigga, please.

You do know Japan and China are two different countries, right?

- You do know I got an atlas, bitch? - Really, gangster?

Yeah.

[ALL LAUGHING]

[YELLING AND GRUNTING]

We're on the same team! We're on the same team! Now chill out!

- The mick's right. - I'm not a mick. I'm bloody Welsh!

[GRUNTS]

Whatever.

- I'm going to sit with the deaf kid. - Jesus Christ!

Praise his glory, Nigel! You praise his glory!

Slash them, slash them, cut them down.

Smear their blood all over town.

Punch them, hit them, make it last.

Come on, boys, let's kick some ass.

[CHUCKLING]

I played one game in the pros, and I blew out my knee and that was it.

- Shit. - Yeah.

All I want to do is score one touchdown before I hang up my pads. And that's it.

You'll get it.

Hey, man.

Wilkinson. Earl Wilkinson.

[LAUGHS]

I knew I recognized you, man! I knew it!

You played for Minnesota, baby!

Oh, shit! Earl Wilkinson, man! Oh, my God!

You'd have been All-Pro if you hadn't beat up them cops and gone to jail!

What I had meant to say was "allegedly"...

...um, allegedly beat up them cops and because...

...a good Christian boy like you would never do nothing like that!

That's right.

The way I heard it, my man didn't even do nothing anyway!

Them cops were just jealous of the black man.

Hear what I'm saying? My boy's been living large!

I can't stand the cops. I better not see a cop.

- I'll whup a cop's ass. Believe that. - I'm a cop.

Look!

Bundt cake!

[CHATTERING]

- Look at these yummy little monkeys. - Hello.

Oh, hey.

- Hi. - Hello.

- You-- Um, yeah. BOTH: Ha-ha-ha.

So, um, are you Heather and Dawn?

- Yep, we sure are. - You don't know how excited I am...

...that I actually have some girls with some dance experience!

- I'm excited too! - I know! Me "too" too.

Heh. So, Heather, you were in Cats, which I can't tell you, is so terrific--

Oh, no, you know-- Pussycats.

Heh. You know, the club next to the airport? Pussycats.

- Oh. Oh. - Yeah.

- That style of dancing would be-- -ls lap-dancing a style?

No. I mean...

Oh, my God, I forgot to tell you something.

What?

She always does that. Ha, ha.

[DAWN CHUCKLES]

Well, I've seen all I need to see.

- No way! Oh, my God. I'm so excited! - Aah!

- Go suit up. - Whoo!

- Go down the tunnel and to the left. - Okay.

Hey, um, if you guys have any friends down at the club, would you send them over?

- Sure. - Yeah, absolutely. Whoo!

- Where are you going, Number 48? PLAYER: Wherever you want me!

- Hey. - Hey.

I was watching you today.

You looked good.

Good release, strong arm. You're gonna do fine.

- Thanks. - I'm Annabelle Farrell.

- Shane Falco. - I know.

I remember you from the '96 Sugar Bowl game.

Didn't anybody have anything better to do that day?

[ANNABELLE CHUCKLES]

You should get some of your teammates to turn this back over.

Yeah, I was thinking I'd call AAA later or something.

- Do you want a lift? - Yeah.

Yeah, yeah, that would be great. Thanks.

ANNABELLE: Why were you staying in the pocket at practice?

I don't comment to quarterbacks about style but...

...you need to keep scrambling against Detroit, with Prescott back.

FALCO: Prescott hasn't crossed. - He will on Sunday.

- Keeping it quiet so you can't prepare. - How do you know?

A friend's a cheerleader for Detroit. She tipped me off.

He's left-sided, shotgun formation, roll right.

Van Gundy's on the right.

He's been All-Pro two years, but one of my cheerleaders...

...is friends with a girl who broke up with him.

He's been on a drinking binge ever since she left him.

He's hung over! He's a good second slower off the snap than usual.

I should stick to the right side.

Unless what they say about Martinez is true.

[TIRES SCREECH]

FALCO: That was fun. ANNABELLE: This is great. You live out here?

Which one's yours?

It's over here. You see that white yacht with the satellite dish?

- Oh, my... - I'm the old houseboat next to it...

-...covered in seagull shit. - Heh.

- So, what did you name her? - Phyxsius.

- Phyxsius, what does that mean? -"Putting to flight."

You want to come on board for a beer?

Nothing personal, Shane, but I don't date football players.

I don't blame you.

Not even quarterbacks?

Especially not quarterbacks.

You guys are the biggest babies of all.

The biggest babies?

Yeah.

- Thanks for the ride. - Good luck on Sunday.

- Be careful out there. - I will.

[JIMMY WHISTLES]

Shane.

What are you up to?

Just, uh...

...watching the game.

Nervous?

[SIGHS]

No. I'm, uh... I'm good.

Like a duck on a pond.

On the surface, everything looks calm...

...but beneath the water, those little feet are churning a mile a minute.

You'll be fine.

Find a way to lead your team. Earn their respect.

Yeah.

How are you doing?

Me?

- I'm just another duck on the pond. - Heh.

Hey, coach, can I ask you a question?

- Yeah, shoot. - Why me?

I look at you and I see two men...

...the man you are and the man you ought to be.

Someday, those two will meet.

Should make for a hell of a football player.

Get some sleep, kiddo.

You play professional football tomorrow.

[CHUCKLES]

[CHUCKLES]

[CROWD CHEERING]

PAT: Welcome to Nextel Stadium, in our nation's capital.

I'm Pat Summerall and with me, as always, is John Madden.

JOHN: Detroit went out and bought an entire semi-pro team once the strike happened.

Washington management is going with a bunch of unknowns.

Although we'll see a few guys we know today.

PAT: Like Shane Falco, that talented quarterback who fell out of sight...

...after a disastrous showing in the Sugar Bowl.

There's my man. Having a little snacky-poo before the game?

- It does the body good. - You are one crazy son of a bitch. Yeah.

- You know how I know that? - How?

Only a crazy son of a bitch would eat eggs before a game!

Give me a break. I need to bulk up. You want one?

- No! -It's good for you.

All right, Sentinels, listen up.

Welcome to professional football.

[CHEERING AND WHOOPING]

There are some who will say that your accomplishments...

...will soon be forgotten, that you're not real players, that this isn't a real team.

And I Say that is bullshit!

Because, as of today, you're all professional football players.

You're being paid to play. I want you to remember that because...

...the men whose places you've taken forgot that a long time ago.

- All right, let's bring it in here. - Bring it in, guys.

Let's play some football!

ALL: D.C. - All right!

JOHN: For some of these players, this is another shot...

...and a last shot for a guy like Falco.

Remember that beating he took from Florida State?

JOHN: Oh, yeah. But that's nothing compared...

...to some of those beatings that he took in Seattle.

One thing we do know is that Falco can take a hit.

JOHN: Well, I'll tell you, he's sure as heck had a lot of practice at it.

[YELLING]

ANNOUNCER [ON PA]: Ladies and gentlemen, your Washington Sentinels!

[SCREAMING]

- Wow! Did you see that? - Wow, that's a pretty good hit.

ANNOUNCER [ON PA]: Will the medical trainers please report to the east tunnel?

Maybe he was a little overanxious, huh?

ANNOUNCER [ON PA]: And now, the rest of the Washington Sentinels.

[CHEERING]

[CHEERING]

CHEERLEADERS: Kickoff!

[REFEREE BLOWS WHISTLE]

Not bad, let's go!

There can only be one leader out there, all right? You be it.

- That's where I stand. - No, it's not.

- That's my spot in the huddle. -It's not.

- Get to your spot. - Let's go, chopstick!

Let's play football! What do you say?

[YELLS IN JAPANESE]

[SPEAKS IN JAPAN ESE]

[GRUNTING]

-It's my spot now! - Not for long, you tub of rice shit!

Hey, hold on. What's the problem here?

You can't do jack shit!

- Pork rice! - I'm Japanese, not Chinese!

Hey, don't mess with my brother.

What the heck's going on there?

PAT: Something seems to be going on in the huddle.

Falco's on his back.

They haven't had a play yet and Falco's down.

He got hit with a left hook by his own guy.

He was looking out his earhole for a minute! This isn't a good sign.

- Am I hurt already? - Your partner knocked your head off.

Let's go, buddy.

Come on, Shane, get it together!

ANNOUNCER [ON PA]: Washington penalty: delay of game.

I'm the quarterback. I'm the only one who talks in the huddle.

- But he was in my spot. - I don't give a shit!

Now huddle up.

Hey!

If you've got something to say, raise your hand.

Is that understood?

Suppose you don't feel good or you're hurt.

Then tell me before the huddle starts. Okay?

Okay, here we go.

DC Right, Switch, 25 Blast.

What?

- That's to the left? - The right.

It's to the left!

[LAUGHING]

Shane, be quiet or they gonna hear us, and then what?

PLAYER 1: I'm not blocking for nobody.

REFEREE: Play game!

Number 16 on the offense! Five yards!

Well, Pat, so far the Sentinels...

...have minus-10 yards offensively.

I've seen monkey shit fights at the zoo more organized than this!

DC Right, Pro, 424 Tomahawk, on one, on one. Ready?

Ready?

Green 22!

I'm coming for you, Footsteps!

Green 22!

Hut! Hut!

Come on, Shane!

[GRUNTING]

JOHN: Wow! You could hear Falco's fillings drop all the way up here!

PAT: And Detroit will take over the football with excellent field position.

- Give me an S! -S!

- Give me an E! -E!

- Give me an N! -N!

- Give me a T! -T!

Give me an...

-"I!" -"I!"

We'll get them next time, Shane.

Let's all get it!

- Bring it in, team! - Eagle over, cover four!

On three, get ready!

[ALL YELL]

DANNY: All day, blue eyes! It's Christmas morning...

...and Santa's coming down the chimney!

I'm gonna bury your family! I'm gonna bury your dog!

Champ, champ! Aah!

[GRUNTING]

Now that's football!

You get it? You get it? You like it?

[WHISTLES BLOWING]

PAT". The Sentinels have set a record for penalties in the first three minutes.

- We 're still waiting for the stats on that. - Personal foul!

Number 56 on the defense. Half the distance to the goal.

Bateman on that one. That was just a cheap shot.

JOHN: That should be worse than a penalty. - They're walking right through us.

MAN 1 : Touchdown, Detroit.

[GRUNTS]

Don't worry about it.

[CHEERING]

Let's go!

Double-slot Zag, okay?

- What? - I don't feel too good.

- Come on, suck it up, huh? - Come on.

Jesus Christ.

[BARFING]

[ALL GRUNTING]

- Eggs. - That's ripe.

PLAYER 1: What'd you eat, man?

We gots to move. If we don't move I'm going to blow chow too.

We're in a huddle here. Double-slot Zag, 88--

[BARFING]

FALCO: Jesus!

Goddamn!

I tried to tell you, I can't be around somebody puking or I start puking.

PLAYER 1: Shit.

Okay, okay, okay!

On three...

...everyone move left. Ready? Hut, hut, hut.

MAN 1: What the hell is that?

What?

PAT: John, how many years have we been calling games together?

JOHN: Nineteen, I think. - Ever seen anything like that?

Not on a football field.

- What are they doing? - Beats the hell out of me.

Look at it this way. It's the first thing we've done together as a team.

- Hey! - Clean it up! Let's go!

ALL: Break!

Ready? Blue 42!

Blue 42!

Hut!

[GRUNTING]

[WHISTLE BLOWS]

ANNOUNCER [ON PA]: First down, Washington.

- Was it out of bounds? - Yes, on 23.

Twenty-three.

- Blue Right, 60, X Post. - Blue Right, 60, X Post!

Let's go, let's go!

Go, from four. Hut!

[ALL CHEERING]

Now we're rolling! Now we're rolling!

PAT: Signs of life from Washington here.

Yeah, well, that last completion by Falco puts them back in field-goal range.

JIMMY: Field goal, let's go! ALL: Field goal.

Nigel.

It's over the bar, not under. Okay? Go get them.

- Hold that. PAT: Here comes the field-goal team.

This will be a 40-yard attempt for kicker Nigel Gruff, against the wind.

JOHN: Here's a guy from Wales, and he's out there kicking his first field goal ever.

This is a tough distance.

[WHOOPING AND CHEERING]

Yeah, she's there! She's there!

Boom! Boom!

ANNOUNCER [ON PA]: Nigel Gruff's kick is good.

Halftime score: Washington 3, Detroit 14.

[YELLING]

NIGEL: Ow! Ow! Ugh!

PAT: Whoa!

That's the second time a Washington player has been...

-...knocked out by his own teammate. - There's a rule in sports:

Don't do anything great if you can't handle the congratulations.

- There is? - Yup.

CHEERLEADER 1: Give me an S! CHEERLEADERS: S!

CHEERLEADER 2: Give me an E! CHEERLEADERS: E!

- Give me an N! -N!

- Give me a T! -T!

Give me a...

[STAMMERS]

Watch the wheel!

All right, let's go! Let's go, let's go!

PAT: Touchdown, Smith. That one gets the Sentinels back into the ball game.

JOHN: This guy is a heck of a player, but I don't know him.

According to the Sentinels, it says Ray Smith is--

That's weird. No college given, no high school.

Just says he's been a resident of the State of Maryland...

...for the last two years and two months, and he likes to embroider.

- He does some fancy work with the ball. - Weird, man.

[PLAYERS YELL]

Ready!

Green 11!

Green 11! Hut!

PAT: Falco's sacked and the ball comes loose.

It's Detroit's ball with only a minute remaining in the game.

Let's go! Let's go!

Danny, Danny, Danny.

- I need that ball. Get me the ball. - You need the ball.

- Get me the ball. - The ball.

Are you gonna get me the ball?

I want that ball! I want that ball!

I hope he doesn't kill somebody.

I'm back! I'm back!

Get the ball!

[ALL YELLING INDISTINCTLY]

I got it!

JOHN: Now that is all-Madden team.

- You're the man. - I'm the man!

- You got me the ball. You got the ball! - I got you the ball!

- You got me the ball! You got me the ball! - I got you the ball! I got you the ball!

[WHISTLE BLOWS]

- Go sit down now, Danny. - Okay.

ANNOUNCER [ON PA]: Number 56, Daniel Bateman, recovers the ball.

- Falco! ANNOUNCER [ON PA]: First down, Washington.

We've gotta pass. It's gotta be in the end zone.

DC Right, Zig, 90 Eagle. You can do this now. Come on.

- All right? Let's do it! Come on! - Come on, let's go!

[CHEERING]

FALCO: On two. On two. Ready.

[ALL YELL]

Ready!

- Blue 25! - Here comes the pain, baby!

FALCO: Blue 25! - Ha-ha-ha.

- Check! - What are you doing?

Check!

PLAYER 2: Pump back. Pump back. - Black 32!

- What? - He's changing the play. Listen.

He's checking off the run. I told him to pass!

Thirty-two!

Shit!

Hut!

[WHISTLE BLOWS]

JOHN: Falco calls an audible at the line of scrimmage...

...and Cochran nearly takes it in for touchdown.

What a heartbreaker for Washington.

[CHATTERING]

ANNOUNCER [ON PA]: Final score: Washington 10, Detroit 14.

If I'd wanted Cochran to have that ball, I'd have called it that way.

- I read blitz. - Bullshit.

I put the game in your hands. You got scared.

I read blitz.

Winners always want the ball when the game's on the line.

HOST: WFAN, the Sports Fan's Show. How do you feel about the strike?

MAN 1: The fans are getting screwed. Now, I've got season tickets I can't give away!

HOST: What about the replacement players? MAN 1: What for? They're nobodies.

[GLORIA GAYNOR'S "I WILL SURVIVE" PLAYING ON JUKEBOX]

[SINGING] At first I was afraid I was petrified

Kept thinking I could never live Without you by my side

Hey, Why'd you play that dumb-ass song?

I put on The Commodores. That shit just came on.

Can somebody please cut that bullshit off?

- Hey, we did the best we could do. - You don't get points for trying.

Let's face it, boys, we screwed the pooch today.

[LAUGHING]

Hey, there they are!

Ladies and gentlemen...

...your Washington Sentinels!

[MEN CHEERING]

Hell, he's the luckiest guy here. At least he couldn't hear the booing today!

[LAUGHING]

Hello! Anyone home? Did I hear an echo?

MAN 1: Rain Man, where'd McGinty get you? The Special Olympics?

No wonder they couldn't win the game today.

- He can't even order a drink! ALL: Ha-ha-ha.

Hey, Shane.

- Lay off. - Lighten up, Falco.

-It's not like he can hear what I'm saying. - I can.

[CHUCKLES]

What's that say'?

"There's one good thing about being deaf. It's easier to ignore the assholes."

You asshole.

That's funny.

- Hey, man. NIGEL: Whoa, whoa, whoa!

It's cool, it's cool, it's cool.

- You had enough? ALL: Ha-ha-ha.

You've got balls. You've got shit for brains, but you've got balls.

Thank you.

Hey!

Danny, remember what I told you about red shirts in practice?

- Yeah. - Forget about it.

- Okay. - Martel.

[ALL SHOUTING AND GRUNTING]

Who's the man? Who's the man?

Come on! Come on!

Come on, come on! Stop!

[GRUNTING]

Let's play football, bitch!

We are all God's children here!

And deliver thee into the hands of brutish men.

[JUMBO YELLING IN JAPANESE]

Ezekiel 21 :31. Phew.

[SIREN WAILING]

WILKINSON: This is some more bullshit.

DANNY'. I'd think it'd be more of a homecoming for you.

All of a sudden you gonna be a funny man?

Bateman. Wilkinson. Come on, guys, what are you doing?

Come on, can't we all just get along?

[CHUCKLING]

Come on.

Why are we the only ones in this jail?

- Simple. They're winners. JAMAL: Hell, no. Not tonight.

That was pretty sweet, the way you sat on Wilson's head, Jumbo.

Thanks, Jamal.

[BOTH SPEAKING IN JAPANESE]

[ALL YELLING IN JAPANESE]

He wasn't the only one who kicked ass tonight.

You're the man tonight, Clifford Franklin!

[CHUCKLING]

- What? - You were hiding behind the jukebox.

Wasn't he?

At first, I admit, I was afraid.

- Shit, I was petrified. - You were petrified?

Thinking I could never live without you by my side.

- The Lord is by your side. - Have mercy.

And then I spent so many nights thinking how you did me wrong.

And I grew strong.

You know I hate this damn song.

[SINGING] And I learned how to get along And so you're back

From outer space

I just walked in to find you here With that sad look upon your face

I should have changed that stupid lock I should have made you leave your key

If I had known for just one second You'd be back to bother me

Go on now, go

Walk out the door

Just turn around now

'Cause you're not welcome anymore

[IN NORMAL VOICE] Remember this?

[SINGING] Weren't you the one who tried To hurt me with goodbye?

Do you think I'd crumble?

- Hey -Did you think I'd lay down and die?

Oh, no, not I I will survive

Oh, as long as I know how to love I know I'll stay alive

I've got all my life to live I've got all my love to give

And I'll survive I will survive

Hey, hey

[ALL SCATTING]

[FALCO YELLING INDISTINCTLY]

It took all strength I had not to fall apart

Kept trying' hard to mend the pieces Of my broken heart

And I spent oh so many nights Just feeling sorry for myself

I used to cry But now I hold my head up high

And you see me

Okay, all right.

[FRANKLIN CONTINUES SCATTING]

Frankie.

Oh, shit.

I want you to know that if anything like this bar fight happens again...

...there'll be no place on the football team for any of you.

- Do I make myself perfectly clear? ALL: Yes, sir.

JIMMY: And just for the record...

...I would've loved to have been there to have seen Martel get his ass kicked.

All right, come on, let's get out of here!

[ALL SHOUTING]

Hey, Shane.

- Hey. - What are you doing?

My job.

- You're a professional football player. - Heh. Sure, this week.

When that's all over, you know, I'll, uh...

I'll be back here. I don't want to lose my customers.

Well, I was on my way to work. I thought you might need a ride?

Oh, I'm good.

- I got my truck back. - How is it?

Flatter. But it runs.

[CHUCKLES]

And you? How are you running after last night?

You heard about that?

Yeah, I think the whole town heard about that.

Is that from the game or the fight?

Ugh. I'm not sure. It's all blurred into one big beating.

The good news is, you guys got into a rhythm...

...apart from that, uh, vomiting thing, which was on Sports Center.

Oh, God.

After that, the team was really clicking.

Yeah, it was, uh, starting to come together.

Yeah.

- You want to sit down? - No, I should go.

- Thanks for coming by. - Yeah.

Wow. Ow.

- What? - Oh. Ow.

Jesus.

- It looks worse than it feels. - Oh, it looks like hell.

- Then it looks exactly like it feels. - Oh, here.

Wild yam?

- Yeah. - Ha, ha.

Don't laugh, it works. It's great for sore muscles and bruises.

- I use it all the time. - You don't have to do that.

Will you put it on? You can barely move. This will be a little bit...

- Cold! - Sorry, sorry. Heh.

Ah. Here, your shoulders.

[ANNABELLE GRUNTS AND FALCO GROANS]

Better?

- Better. - Heh, heh.

[FALCO swans]

You know, you're the first player I can remember...

...who cares more about his teammates than himself.

That's something that this team's been missing for a really long time.

It's a good thing you did last night.

It was just stupid.

Thanks.

- I'm gonna be late for work. - You got practice?

No, actually, I have work.

Uh, we only make 50 bucks a game. So gotta pay the bills, right'?

Mac's, down on A Street. Come in, I'll buy you a beer.

All right, I'll do that.

Okay.

Keep putting that yam on.

Guys!

You gotta be kidding.

Come on, Martel, I didn't park in your space.

No, no, no.

But, unfortunately, you did park in LaMont's space.

- He's not nearly as lenient as I am. LaMONT: On three, fellas.

One, two, three.

[LAUGHING]

- We got this. We got this. - You want to put the car back?

This is none of your business, gentlemen.

Shane is our business.

- We're the guards. - And we protect our quarterback.

[LAUGHING]

This is funny to them bozos. You got a joke? You got a joke?

That's your ride right there, ain't it?

Yeah.

- That's my windshield, you crazy-- ANDRE: Put the car back.

Son of a bitch!

Son of a--

Oh, son of a bitch. Oh, I'm a son of a bitch? Son of a bitch?

Stop, stop, Stop!

Come on, goddamn it, help me!

MAN 2: You're gonna pay for this.

No, I'm not. Stop messing with my man, that includes his ride.

And wax that motherfucker.

Give it a tune-up too.

- Ready to go to practice, Shane? - Ha-ha-ha.

Yeah, let's do that.

- How's that arm? - Good.

- What's that smell? - Wild yam.

- Mm. That's nice. - You like that?

[CHATTERING]

LEO: And so, boys and girls, if anybody does have any firearms...

...you need to turn them in as soon as possible.

No questions asked now.

[CHUCKLING]

Understood?

[SNORING]

All right.

Okay, coach, it's all yours.

Nigel. Nigel.

Last Sunday, I saw a team on the field play as hard as they could...

...to win the football game.

We lost. Not because of effort or desire...

...but because of lack of leadership, lack of trust. One's been resolved.

But leadership means nothing if a team doesn't believe in each other.

Players spend years together before they develop trust in one another.

I'm asking you to do it in a week, not a reasonable request...

...but these aren't reasonable times.

Now, I know you all have concerns about this Sunday.

But a real man...

...admits his fears.

That's what I'm asking you to do here, tonight.

Who wants to start? Fears. Let's talk about it.

Fears. Fears.

[FRANKLIN CLEARING THROAT]

Um...

Hey, I'm scared of spiders, coach.

[ALL CHUCKLE]

- That's not what I meant. - I'm afraid of spiders too.

Yeah. Goddamn spiders freak me too, fellas.

Well, I didn't mean that.

Especially in your bed. Ever get one of those crawling up your arm?

- They be crawling on you, man? - Damn.

Thanks, Jumbo. You can just rock me to sleep tonight.

Okay, that's great, but that's not what I'm talking about.

What I'm talking about is what scares us on the field.

What you mean? Like spiders on the field?

Can we get beyond the spiders, please?

Bees.

Bees?

- Bees? - Bees.

Yeah, I don't know about them bees.

Anybody here afraid of anything other than insects? Huh?

Come on.

Quicksand.

Shit, yeah. Hey, quicksand's a scary mother, man.

It sucks you right in and even if you scream, you get that muck--

I don't think that's what Shane had in mind, Franklin.

That's not what he had in mind.

- What are you talking about, then, coach? - Ask him.

Hey, what's up, Shane?

You're playing--

...and you think everything is going fine. But then one thing goes wrong...

...and then another...

...and another.

And you try to fight back, but the harder you fight, the deeper you sink.

Until you can't move.

You can't breathe...

...because you're in over your head...

...like quicksand.

[ALL MURMURING]

That's some deep shit, Shane. Some deep shit.

JIMMY: Anything else you're afraid of?

- Going back to the mini-mart. - The shipping yard.

The auto plant.

WILKINSON: Prison.

Yeah, all right.

The truth is, you guys have been given something...

...that every athlete dreams of:

A second chance.

And you're afraid of blowing it.

We all are.

But now our fear is shared and we can overcome it together.

Let's lose that fear this Sunday and put it into San Diego.

Come on!

[GRUNTING]

PAT: There's another vicious hit by the All-Pro Hank Morris.

That's his third of the game.

It's just me, dickhead.

JOHN: I tell you, he is really putting a hurt on Falco, Pat.

I'm not sure how much more of this abuse he can take.

Huddle up! Huddle up!

ANNOUNCER [ON PA]: Second and 10.

Same play, except let Morris by. Nobody touch him.

PLAYER 1: What are you talking about? -It's 16-0 already.

I said let him through! On two, on two. Ready!

Get some penetration, Morris! Get some penetration!

Blue 80!

Hut, hut!

[GRUNTING]

Now, that is a hit!

- Holy shit! - Let's haul ass, round boy!

Follow me! Follow me!

[JUMBO WHIMPERING]

Holy shit! Holy shit!

Go!

Jump on his back!

Here it comes! I'm coming through!

Jump on his back!

JOHN : Fumiko scores!

I love to see a fat guy score.

Why?

JOH:. Because you get a fat-guy spike, and then you get a fat-guy dance.

- Pork rice! - Yeah!

I don't remember that from the playbook.

- Yeah. - Maybe we should put it in.

Kickoff!

[ALL CHEERING]

[GASPS]

[INAUDIBLE]

So, Annabelle, what do you, like, think of our friends?

Heh. I think...

...they're friendly.

I know. Aren't they?

Yeah.

[ALL CHEERING]

[CHATTERING AND WHISTLING]

We'll stretch them. We'll stretch them right here.

Green 95!

Green...

Green...

...95!

What the hell?

Start the ball! Get the ball off!

Hold the play clock.

Start the ball on the play clock.

[WHISTLE BLOWS]

False start on the offense.

Number 72, Number 77, Number 60...

-...Number 61, Number 87 and Number 53. - Yeah.

Five yards. Still first down.

That's bullshit! The one girl slapped the other girl on the ass there, Jimmy.

You're killing me!

You want to see mine? Baby, I got something for you.

PLAYER 1: Here we go. COACH: Don't throw it!

No!No!No!

Damn it! They did it again!

ANNOUNCER [ON PA]: Ray Smith with the interception.

First down, Washington.

- Nice going! - You're killing me!

- Defense, get out there! - Let's go.

[ALL CHEERING]

Stop her from shaking her ass for two minutes!

- Ninety-eight Shake. BANES: Ninety-eight Shake! Come on.

Green 99!

Hut!

Blitz! Blitz!

[WHISTLE BLOWS]

Not bad, Falco.

- Yeah! - Whoo!

ANNOUNCER [ON PA]: Touchdown, Brian Murphy.

[ALL CHEERING]

PAT: Everybody in the stadium knows that an onside kick is coming...

...with 55 seconds left on the clock.

JOHN: Now, with just 55 seconds left, Washington has to recover the ball...

...call a time-out real fast, so that Gruff will have a shot at a field goal.

JOHN: Big Bateman ends up with the ball!

Danny, go down!

JOHN: No one's gonna tackle him. He's reversing his field!

PAT: He's forgot the clock's running out.

JOHN:O Well, he's trying to run out the clock.

Danny, go down! You're using up the clock!

- There's something you won't see every day. - Time out! Time out!

Nice hit, Shane! Nice hit.

- What do you think? JIMMY: We got time for one play.

- We don't stop the clock, it's over. - Give me a chance, boss, I'm bored.

You're looking at a 65-yard field goal here, Nigel.

You just hold it, Shane, and I'll kick the bloody piss out of it.

- What the hell? - What the hell!

ALL: Field goal!

JOHN: McGinty's gonna let Gruff try this field goal from 65 yards out.

I don't know if he has enough leg. I think that guy's smoking on the field.

PAT: Smoking? I'm sure you just imagined that.

JOHN: No, I saw the smoke and everything.

Hey, Vito. Look who's on TV.

VITO: He wants to keep his pub, he's gonna stop blowing some kicks.

I'm telling you, that's him.

All right!

FALCO: Set!

JOHN: It's straight enough. If it's got the distance...

It has the distance! It's good! Washington wins!

[ALL CHEERING]

ANNOUNCER [ON PA]: The 65-yard field-goal attempt is good by Nigel Gruff.

Final score: Washington 17, San Diego 16.

Yeah!

DANNY: You're the man! You're the man! - Oh, bollocks!

- Come here! - Aah!

NIGEL: Sorry, mate. Sorry, excuse me.

All right. Good game. We snuck by on that one.

- I'll take it. - All right.

I'll take it. Congrats.

HOST: What do you think of the new team? MAN: It's great!

These guys are like us, you know.

This strike ain't about guys like me. It's about them superstars...

...who want $8 million instead of 7. You what I say? To hell with them.

This is the most fun I've had in football in years. Go Falco!

- Yeah! - Yeah!

- Hey! - All right. Let's go, baby, let's go!

- I love you, Annabelle. - I know you do, Alan. We're closed.

Oh, hey.

- You can come in. - Come on in, buddy!

You go.

Out, out, out.

You're Shane Falco.

- Way to go, Falco. You guys kick ass. - Thanks.

- Way to go. ANNABELLE: See you. Bye! Take care.

Hi.

You sure it's okay? I don't want to get you in trouble with your boss.

Oh, no, she won't mind.

- Come on in. You want a beer? - Sure.

So we were so tight. We had so much fun in here.

Since I was 5 years old, I've been sitting on those stools.

And then after he died, I took over.

Is that you and him?

Yeah.

He was the biggest Washington fan you have ever seen.

Other kids got bedtime stories, I got football stories.

He used to talk all the time about the glory days of--

Thank you. --football.

Said how they were gone forever.

I wish he was here to see you guys play.

[SIGHS]

- I don't know about that. - I do.

- Good game today. - Thanks.

It's late.

Yeah, yeah.

- Us babies need our rest. - Yeah, you do.

I'm sorry about that. You know, between the guys on the field...

...and the guys in the bar, a girl's gotta keep her guard up.

- Yeah, I imagine. - Yeah.

You coming to the game on Sunday?

No, we don't travel with the team.

Well, can I see you when I get back?

Sure.

[CLEARS THROAT]

Good night, Annabelle.

Good night.

PAT: What do you do here, John? JOHN: You go for it. You have to.

But Falco's been shut down by this defense all afternoon.

JOHN: Yeah, well, but I'll tell you this, all it takes...

...is one big play to get him back in the ball game.

And here goes Falco.

[CROWD CHEERING]

JOHN: Falco scores! Falco scores!

Yeah!

Here's Falco. He's gonna try and reverse pivot...

...and turn and pitch out here.

But in doing so, his left guard, Andre Jackson, is going to pull...

...and Falco is gonna hit him with the ball in the back.

Doink. Then it's gonna flop around the ground here.

Here comes Cochran, he's gonna kick it. Franklin's gonna pick it up.

Franklin's gonna get hit right here.

Frap! The ball's gonna go flying in the air.

And here comes Falco. He's gonna pick it up...

...and the guy who started the play, Falco...

...is gonna end up with it in the end zone for a touchdown.

- Welcome to strike football. - And the fabulous Falco.

PAT: If they can win against Dallas...

...they'll do what Washington hasn't been able to do in over seven years:

Get to the playoffs.

Come on.

Shit!

- Call time out! Time out! - Time out, time out, time out.

ANNOUNCER [ON PA]: Time out Washington. FALCO: Shake it off.

JIMMY: Franklin, come here, come here, come on. Come on.

- I thought I had it-- - Shut up. Give me the Stick 'em.

[GROANS]

- That's illegal. - What, they gonna put you in football jail?

Now, you know this don't look natural. You know it.

Don't talk. We're gonna run the same play. You're gonna catch the ball.

- I look like I just jacked off an elephant! -Hey, say you understand.

I understand.

Okay. Go out there and catch the ball for a change, all right?

- All right? Come on, let's go. ALL: All right.

Damn! This cup is stuck!

FALCO: Gonna need some time on this one. PLAYER 1: You got it.

Here we go. Same play. Pro Right, Switch 9--

Franklin! Franklin! Franklin!

Shane, I can't get the damn cup off!

You can do this.

It's one on one. Ready?

Ready!

Blue 89!

Blue 89! Hut!

JOHN: Franklin catches the ball!

Who would've thought? He never catches a ball.

- But he caught the ball! PAT: That makes the score 21 to 20.

Now, conventional wisdom says kick the extra point, tie the game...

...and go into overtime. Especially with the playoffs on the line.

But Jimmy McGinty is anything but a conventional guy, Pat.

- And McGinty says, "Go for it." - Let's go for the win!

Yeah!

I need a receiver! I need a receiver!

Four-22 Y Cross, okay? We gotta have it! Gotta have it!

Ready? Go! Ready! Hut!

PAT: This kind of situation has not been Falco's strong point in the past.

Falco rolls to his left and throws...

...right into the defender's hands.

And he drops it right into the unsure hands of Clifford Franklin!

JOHN: Washington wins.

What a lucky break for Shane Falco, who threw a bad pass...

...that could've blown the game for Washington.

[FRANKLIN MIMICKING GUNFIRE]

Get over it, all right? It's a win.

Better lucky than good?

Right.

Right.

NIGEL [CHANTING]: Ole', Ole', Ole, Ole'

[ALL YELL]

Shane Falco.

- Great game out there today. - Thanks.

To what do you attribute this team's sudden rise over these past few weeks?

You know, you should talk to Franklin here. He's the hero today.

Clifford Franklin. Terrific day today.

Yeah, yeah, today was a good day for Clifford Franklin.

Clifford Franklin can't wait till tomorrow.

Clifford Franklin gets better looking every day.

[CHUCKLING]

We're beginning to scratch the surface of the talents of Clifford Franklin.

Clifford Franklin has moves even Clifford Franklin ain't seen yet.

Uh, right. You showed us a few moves today against Phoenix...

...but it could be a different story against Dallas.

That's really the same story, different chapter, girl.

You see, the football is like a one-man cold to Clifford Franklin.

Franklin's the only one catching it.

Clifford Franklin the only one coming down with it. Ha-ha-ha.

NIGEL [CHANTING]: Ole', Ole', Ole, Ole'

Hey. Cheers, babe.

I think we got it.

O'NEIL: To victory!

Ha, ha. Feels good, doesn't it, Jimmy? One game away from the playoffs?

In the hunt? That ring's so close you can almost feel it on your finger.

- What are you up to? - What?

I can't get excited about the future of my team? Huh?

Heh, heh. Okay, okay, I got some great news.

Martel and Carr have crossed the picket line. Ha, ha.

With the deal I made them swallow, I can't afford not to take them back.

No.

No what?

I'm sticking with Falco.

Jimmy, come on.

Have you read the newspaper?

The entire Dallas team has crossed the picket line.

Thanksgiving night, we play the world champions.

We have a deal. No interference with my coaching.

As long as the strike is on, Shane Falco is my quarterback.

We have to beat Dallas to get into the playoffs.

Falco can't do that. You saw what happened out there yesterday.

Jesus Christ.

What, do you think he's gonna have that luck against Dallas too?

- They'll murder him. - He's just getting his game back.

He falls apart whenever the game is on the line.

That's been his rap ever since the Sugar Bowl.

There are 21 other guys who put their faith in you to lead them.

They'd be heartbroken if you abandoned them...

...before the biggest game of their lives.

Heh. You really are a son of a bitch, you know that?

JIMMY: What are you doing here?

I don't want to make the same mistake I did in Phoenix.

We might end up in that situation with Dallas.

They like to send their safeties...

...put the pressure on.

- Shane? - Yeah, coach?

It's over.

Martel crossed.

Oh.

I'm sorry.

"Chokes with the game on the line." Is that what O'Neil said?

It's okay.

It's better for the team, right?

I mean, Martel...

...he is the best. The guy's got it all.

No.

He doesn't have heart.

You do.

It's been a privilege.

Thanks for believing.

You give them hell on Thursday, huh?

- Hey. - Hey.

MARTEL: I just wanted to tell you before you left...

I'm sorry.

- Thanks. - No, really.

I think it's terrible what they do to you guys.

They make you believe that you're better than you really are.

Then they pull the rug out from under you.

The cruelest thing that they can give guys like you, Shane...

...is hope.

[SIGHS]

You're a real class act, Martel.

A real class act.

She deserves better.

You're a sinking ship, Shane. Don't drag her down with you.

Take care of my guys, huh?

- Come on, boys, let's go! - Hey. Hey, hey, hey.

Nothing but water left in here. Let's go. Let's go.

I have a date.

- But I love you, Annabelle. - I know you do, Alan.

Bye, you guys. Be careful!

[DANCE MUSIC PLAYING OVER SPEAKERS]

[WHOOPING]

[NIGEL GRUNTS]

[CHANTING] Ole', ole', ole', ole'

Olé Ole', olé, olé, olé

NIGEL: Have a look at this.

[SCREAMING AND LAUGHING]

NIGEL: Here he is!

Ladies and gentlemen...

...number 16 in your programs...

...number one in your hearts!

Shane Falco!

[ALL CHEERING]

Falco! Falco! Falco!

Cheers, mate. God bless you.

- Cheers. - Cheers.

[GRUNTS]

Are you all right?

- I'm done, Nigel. - What?

- Martel crossed. - Bloody hell.

When you gonna tell the guys?

- I don't know. I don't want to ruin-- - No, wait.

- Nigel. Nigel. NIGEL: Cut that music! Cut it!

Turn the music off! Cut it!

Shane's got something to tell you.

I've got good news.

This Thursday you'll be with the best quarterback in the league.

Damn right.

Martel.

He crossed.

Martel crossed.

So, uh, while you guys are getting pounded by Dallas...

...just kidding...

...I'm gonna be drinking beer on my boat.

Kicking back.

COCHRAN: Sentinels...

...raise your glasses.

This is to Shane Falco.

He's our quarterback. He's our leader.

But most of all, he's our friend. This is for you, man.

- To Falco! ALL: To Falco!

Thanks.

Thanks.

It's been fun.

PAT: Welcome back to Nextel Stadium in our nation's capital.

I'm Pat Summerall and with me, as always, is John Madden.

John, it appears that the strike is coming to a close.

PAT: Martel will be resuming the quarterback position tonight.

JOHN: Yeah, I gotta admit, I was looking forward...

...to seeing what Falco could do with one more game.

Because he made amazing progress the past few weeks...

...under the tutelage of Jimmy McGinty.

PAT: He really did. But tonight it'll be Martel leading Washington against Dallas.

CROWD [SINGING]: We will, we will rock you

WOMAN: Sing it.

CROWD [SINGING]: We will, we will rock you

I never thought I'd say this...

...but I'm gonna kind of miss those replacement games.

ALL: Bring back Falco!

ANNOUNCER [ON PA]: Ladies and gentlemen, leading your Washington Sentinels today...

...welcome back Number 7, Eddie Martel.

[BOOING]

Go on, boys!

[YELLING]

MARTEL: Red 21 !

Red 21!

Hut!

Come on, Martel. Get moving!

Maybe you should try scrambling.

Ugh. That's brilliant. How about a quick kick?

MARTEL: Red 38!

- Red 38! - Psst. Hey, Butler.

Psst. Buddy.

- Red 38! - Hey, man.

If it ain't any trouble, I'd love to get your autograph after the game.

You want it, you got it, scab!

All right.

[GRUNTING]

[WHIMPERING]

ANNOUNCER [ON PA]: Cochran fumbles the ball, Dallas recovers.

First down and goal on the two-yard line.

Hawk 9, Stay!

Bateman! Hawk 9, Stay!

Hawk 9, Stay!

I'm back!

ANNOUNCER [ON PA]: Touchdown, Dallas.

They're quitting on you!

[YELLING]

Gold 41! Hut!

[WHISTLE BLOWS]

[CROWD BOOING]

ANNOUNCER [ON PA]: Pass intended for Brian Murphy, incomplete.

Throw right, you're going left!

MARTEL: Right, right, right.

You went left, I want you to go right!

No, Fight!

Right, you idiot!

PLAYER 1: Hey, easy!

[GRUNTS]

ANNOUNCER [ON PA]: Brian Murphy fumbled the ball. Dallas recovers.

[YELLING]

- Nice hands. - Three-two Magic, Rack Zero.

What the hell was that about?

[CHEERING]

[WHISTLE BLOWS]

ANNOUNCER [ON PA]: Touchdown, Dallas.

[INAUDIBLE]

Gruff, wake up, okay?

[WHISTLE BLOWS]

Whoa. What the...?

ANNOUNCER [ON PA]: Pass incomplete by Eddie Martel.

[BOOING]

What the hell was that?

Hey, I'm talking to you.

I call the plays out on the field.

- That's not the way I coach. - I don't give a shit...

...because that's the way I play.

ANNOUNCER [ON PA]: That's the end of the first half...

...with a score of Dallas 17, Washington O.

WOMAN: Coach McGinty. What will Washington need to get back into this game?

- Heart. -I'm sorry?

You've gotta have heart.

WOMAN [ON TV]: Can you elaborate on that?

Miles and miles of heart.

Well, there you have it, in a word, from Coach McGinty...

...Washington will need heart to get back into this--

FRANKLIN: I ran it like you said! You just underthrew me!

This isn't a track meet, asshole. You have to look for the ball!

Hey, hey, hey! I'll pull you off the field, you spoiled punk.

Is O'Neil gonna side with a burnout coach or someone who puts fans in the stands?

Son of a bitch!

LEO: Hey, what are you thinking about? We got a game to play.

- No one can beat Dallas with these losers! - I can.

Hey, Falco, great to see you. Now, get the hell out of my locker room!

- Coach? - What took you so long?

Traffic.

- Suit up! - What?

[ALL CHEERING]

- O'Neil will fire your ass! - It won't be the first time!

This is bullshit! I'm gonna end this right now.

Come and get some!

You big fatty.

[CHUCKLING]

This doesn't change anything.

I'm an All-Pro quarterback! I've got two Super Bowl rings!

- You'll never be more than a replacement. - Yeah.

Yeah, I can live with that.

PLAYER 1: All right.

My brothers, will somebody please, please, get this asshole out of here?

[GRUNTS]

MARTEL: Get your hands off me, you gorilla!

Hey, hey!

NIGEL: Ooh.

Jimmy McGinty is anything but a conventional guy, Pat.

PAT: And McGinty says, with the playoffs on the line, "Go for it."

Get to the playoffs. Something Washington...

...has not been able to do against Dallas in over seven years.

[ALL CHEERING]

Falco?

What the hell is he up to?

Look, here comes Falco! Falco's back!

PAT: What happened to Martel?

JOHN: I don't know, but the way Falco's running...

...and that look he has in his eye, he thinks he's gonna play.

I'm sorry.

They're playing zone out there and you can pick them apart if you keep your eyes open--

JOHN: He seems to be necking with that cheerleader.

That's what he's doing.

PAT: Players aren't supposed to be fraternizing with the cheerleaders.

Yeah, but what are they gonna do, Pat? Fire him?

- You give me strength. - You're late for work.

Kick ass, Falco!

[CHEERING]

What's all the celebrating about here? We're down 17-0.

Falco. It's nasty out there.

That's why girls don't play the game, coach.

Listen up. This time tomorrow, the strike will be officially over.

Dallas has made a big mistake. They haven't been afraid of you.

They should be, because you have a powerful weapon working for you.

There is no tomorrow for you.

That makes you all very dangerous people!

[ALL SHOUTING]

Kick ass on one. Ready?

Ready!

Clifford Franklin is looking for a new home.

Ready for some pain?

- Bring it on. - Oh, yeah. It's coming.

It's coming.

See him coming in motion?

JOHN: I've never seen anything like this.

PAT: Unbelievable.

There's at least five, six flags out there. There's hats, everything!

This is what you call an old-fashioned melee.

Unnecessary roughness, Number 16 and Number 34.

Fifteen yards, so that's, uh, wait...

...45, uh -- Thirty, uh...

[CHUCKLING]

Uh, how many yards so far?

Who do they think they're playing here?

[WHISTLE BLOWS]

Let's go! Come on!

[WHISTLE BLOWS]

[YELLS]

[ALL CHEERING]

My knee! It's my knee!

[COCHRAN GROANING]

It's my knee. I think I broke it.

Oh, God.

Did I do it? Did I score?

- Yeah, you did it. - Oh, this hurts. Oh, this hurts.

I'm sorry.

Don't be sorry. Going out in front of 80,000 people ain't bad, huh?

You finish what you started.

White 24! Hut!

Yeah!

PLAYER: All day, baby, all day!

Blue 15! Hut, hut!

[ALL CHEERING]

ANNOUNCER [ON PA]: First down, Washington.

PLAYER 1: Good job. - I got skills, baby.

- Feel like running the ball? - Better give it to Wilkinson.

He's going to jail.

- I'll clear the way. - I'm right behind you.

- All right. - We need it! We need it!

ANNOUNCER [ON PA]: A gain of 20 yards by Ray Smith. First down.

ALL [CHANTING]: Falco, Falco, Falco!

I know you're tired. I know you're hurting.

I wish I could say something classy and inspirational...

...but that wouldn't be our style.

[PANTING]

Pain heals.

Chicks dig scars.

Glory lasts forever.

Right on, Shane.

Right on, baby. Right on.

Shotgun, DC Right.

Flip 90, Dig, on the center. On the center. Ready?

[CHEERING]

FALCO: Ready! Hut!

PAT: We're looking at a different team here in the second half.

JOHN: Absolutely, Pat. Washington is playing like there's no tomorrow...

...because, hey, there isn't.

FRANKLIN: Touchdown, baby! - Son of a bitch! Ha-ha-ha.

Odd bullets, blitz coverage!

[CHATTERING]

[GRUNTING]

Go in and hit him!

PAT: Daniel Bateman comes up with the big stop on third and one.

That forces a Dallas punt.

JOHN: Pat, with 28 seconds remaining now, Washington needs a decent return here...

...in order to give Gruff a shot to tie the game.

[WHISTLE BLOWS]

[SHOUTING]

JOHN: With 12 seconds remaining...

-it's yours, Nigel. JOHN: ...a 32-yard field goal...

...to send this game into overtime.

Thirty-two yards is just a chip shot for Gruff.

ALL [CHANTING]: Ole', Ole', Ole, Ole'

FALCO: Nigel.

Nigel, are you all right?

I'm sorry.

I had the money but I pissed it away down the track again.

What? What are you talking about?

They'll take my pub away from me. It's all I've got, Shane.

Come on, Shane!

[CHANTING] Ole', ole', ole', ole'

JOHN". It's a fake! Falco still has it! Look at this, he's running with it!

[GRUNTING]

JOHN: Touchdown, Falco!

PAT: Shane Falco.

[GRUNTS]

Whoo!

[ALL CHEERING]

Holding! Number 68 on the offense.

- Ten-yard penalty. Repeat first down. - Come on.

- What a terrible call! FALCO: Time out!

- Time out Washington. - No, no. No touchdown.

- You okay? - I broke my arm.

Cheers, Shane. You saved my ass.

Take care.

Someday, you'll have to explain to me what that was about.

What's it gonna be, Shane?

I want the ball.

Winners always do.

Spread formation.

PLAYER 1: Let's go! Let's go!

JAMAL: Let's go, baby.

Damn!

Sorry, Shane. I'm sorry, everybody.

No problem, Jumbo. Just rip someone's head off on this one.

Consider it done.

All right. So besides me, who really wants the ball?

Yeah, you want it, Brian.

Let's hook up. DC Left, Wide Motion, 88 War.

Gentlemen...

It's been an honor to share the field of battle with you. It's on one, on one. Ready!

We ain't losing this game.

[PANTING]

Green 86!

Green 86!

[GRUNTING]

[CHEERING]

[INDISTINCT]

- Yeah! ANNOUNCER: Touchdown, Brian Murphy!

Oh. I knew it! I knew it all along!

Jimmy, you beautiful son of a bitch! I knew you could do it!

ANNOUNCER [ON PA]: Final score: Washington 20, Dallas 17.

Washington goes to the playoffs!

[ALL CHEERING]

Yeah!

You did it!

You did it!

Yeah! Yeah!

[WHOOPING AND CHEERING]

JIMMY: When the replacement players for the Washington Sentinels left the stadium...

...there was no ticker-tape parade...

...no endorsement deals for sneakers...

...or soda pop or breakfast cereal...

...just a locker to be cleaned out...

...and a ride home to catch.

But what they didn't know...

...was that their lives would be changed forever...

...because they had been part of something great.

And greatness, no matter how brief...

...stays with a man.

Every athlete dreams of a second chance.

These men lived it.

[English - US - SDH]