All language subtitles for North.Dallas.Forty.1979.WEBRip.x264-ION10

And good morning, Dallas.
Ron Chapman on KVIL.

We've got a gorgeous morning
working outside.

Temperatures at 8:00
in the morning

standing already
at 68 degrees outside.

We expect them
to go up to, oh,

75 degrees sometime
this afternoon...

Oh!

Get his ass
out of there, Jo Bob!

I ain't touching
no faggot!

Faggot!

Give me five!

Get out of there before you drown, asshole.

Get out of there.
Let's go hunting.

I ain't going hunting.

What? Come on!

Let's kill something!
Get up.

Come on.
No! Get out of here!

Oh, come on,
you goddamn...

We just want to kill
a little something. Come on.

Yee-haw!

Ha! Damn!

See that old cow
out there?

Want to see her run?

Oh, Christ,
they're shooting at cows.

Hell, they're too drunk to hit anything.
Don't worry about it.

Oh, man,
they're just crazy.

Oh, my God.

Do you know something?
Hmm?

O.W., did you see that?

I can't figure out how I dropped that turn-in.

It happens.

No, man, not to me
it doesn't, you know?

Jesus Christ,
you caught the game.

Let it pass, pal.

Relax. Enjoy yourself.
It's a pretty day.

Man, I had that ball
right in my hands.

I just couldn't hang on
to the damn thing.

John Henry, the man
is just like you.

He's never satisfied.

Hey, I'm going to dump
these suckers up here.

Gee whiz, son!

God dang, the marines
have landed!

Come on out!
Surrender, you suckers!

Ha!

Come on, O.W.,
go and fake them fuckers up.

Elliott, where's
your gun, man?

Freud says that guns are an extension of your dingie,
Jo Bob.

That son of a bitch.

He's a regular wise-ass,
you know that?

Hold up, O.W.

B.A. wants me
in his office tomorrow.

Oh, yeah?

Must mean I'm going
to start, huh?

I doubt that, poot.

What the hell do you mean?
I made some great catches.

They can't keep me
on the bench forever.

Son, you ain't never going to get off that bench

till you stop
fighting them suckers.

You got to learn
how to fool them, man.

Give them
what they want.

I know. I've been fooling
them bastards for years now.

For Christ's sake, man.
If you start pretending to be somebody else,

that's what you're going to end up,
being somebody else.

God damn it, if I didn't
like you, boy,

if you didn't have
such great pair of hands,

I'd keep my mouth shut and watch you go right down the tubes.

I'm going to tell you something for your own good.

You had better learn
how to play the game.

And I don't just mean
the game of football.

Hell, we're
all whores, anyway.

We might as well
be the best.

There's one!
God, watch...

Damn you, Jo Bob!
You crazy son of a bitch!

Jesus Christ!

Why? We damn near got the bird.
Didn't you see it?

I think we did get him.
Jesus Christ!

Go! Go! Go! Go!

All right, let me have
that TV right here.

There it is!

Thirteen. Look for thirteen.

Yep, I'd rather face
Pittsburgh's defensive line

than one of
Peter's parties.

Somebody's got to
do it, though. Right?

Hey, man, it's all yours.
Go for it. Right.

Hey, big guy. How you doing?
Good to see you.

How's it going?
Good game, baby.

Tony, good game,
my man.

Howdy, howdy.

Hey, Seth,
great game, boy.

Hey, mama.

All right, sweetie,

come on, now give Jo Bob a nice kiss.
Come on.

Hey, it's nice
to be back, man.

All right,
come on, come on!

Ah, goddamn!

Hey, Maxwell!
Hey, Seth!

Hey, Phil.

Hey, Peter,
where's that dolly you promised me?

Ooh, he's ripped
tonight, ain't he?

Hey, Jo Bob,
what are you going to do against

Alcie Weeks
in Chicago?

You know what I mean?
Crazy guy!

Know what I mean?
Crazy guy.

Come here, come here.
Oh.

Hey, Jo Bob,
I got a great dolly for you.

She's last year's
Miss Farm Implements.

Come on this way.

You should talk to her
for five minutes.

She's from SMU,
and she's almost a virgin.

Hey, doll, come on here.

Now, help him
to relax, honey.

He needs, uh, understanding. Yeah.

Show 'em
your finesse, Jo Bob!

Hey, Billie Joe!

I've never seen
titties like yours.

I swear to God,
I never have.

They're... They're beautiful.
They're...

Hey, Jo Bob,
how you doing?

How you doing, Elliott?

Can I show your titties
to my buddy O. W?

Can I? Would you?
All right?

O. W! O. W!
Come over here!

Whoo!

Ooh, John Henry,
don't get so excited.

We got all night.
Who's John Henry?

He's an old friend of mine.
Ooh.

Hey, did you girls ever try
a quarterback sandwich?

Sounds good to me.

Hey, Seth,
I need to talk to you

about that condo deal
down at Padre Island.

Not now.
Not now, baby.

Hey, did you ever drink
a pink poontang?

No.
It'll get you high.

Hey, Phil. Phil.

Great catch, boy.
Great catch.

Listen, I got some
ostrich boots

and some lizard,
and I'm going to get them for you

soon as I change my shirt.

Say, Alan,
be with you in a minute.

Got to go
change my shirt!

Hey, Phil. Oh, man,
we were just leaving.

Hey, Eric.
Hi, Susie. Hi.

Susie wants to get home

and put little Audrey to bed,
you know, all that.

Yeah, and it's almost time for the Osmonds.

So, um...

Why don't you come over Wednesday night for dinner?

Yeah. Look, guy,
why don't you come on over?

Fitch and his wife
are coming.

Afterward, Susie's going to read some scripture,
you know.

Uh...

Oh, man, maybe we'll all
take turns or something.

Hmm. All right,
I'll try hard. Okay?

Yeah.
Okay.

All right.
See what you can do.

All right, Sue. Come on.
We got plenty.

Bye. See you later.
Bye.

All right? All right?
All right.

Hey, how you doing?
Hey, Billy.

See you later.

Being a little hard on yourself,
aren't you, Andy.

Yeah, I know.
Yeah.

See that stewardess over there?
Which one?

Oh, that one,
over there.

Goddamn, does she
get off on football?

Man, you know,

Allie got some tits
from her the other night

just by showing her that little bruise on his calf!

The way I figure it,

if she's going to
give up some tits

just by showing her
a bruise, you know,

I mean, once she sees
this blood here,

you know,
she might give up the whole thing.

You know what I mean?
Uh-huh.

Hey, Phil,
I'd love to sit here

and talk to you,
but I can't.

I got to test out
Balford's theory of erotica.

Check you later, baby.

He's real intelligent,
ain't he?

Oh, poor baby.
You like that?

Oh.

Come on, Andy,
I'm with her.

Andy, I'm with her,
I said!

Why don't you
just get in there

and just go ahead
and kiss him?

It's nice to see there's a little romance left in the world.

It's an old story,
boy meets boy.

Well, I love
happy endings.

Oh, really? Well, good.

Now we can sit back and wait for the real obscenities.

You mean it gets worse?

It definitely
gets different.

See, alcohol and fear makes for a good combination.

Fear?
Mmm-hmm.

What are they afraid of?

Falling on their
asses in Chicago.

Who are you,
and what are you doing here?

Charlotte Calder,
and I'm asking myself the same question.

Well, I'm Phil Elliott,
and I'm supposed to be here

to take you away
from all this.

Oh, yeah. See,
I'm a very funny guy.

In fact, The newspapers
call me "The team funnyman."

Well, obviously,
you can't believe

everything you read.

I'm sorry.

I'm not very good
at this small talk stuff.

In fact,
I learned all my social graces from football coaches,

so, uh,
why don't you just give me another try, huh?

Okay, team funnyman.

You've got fantastic eyes.

Hilarious.

Hey, man, quit pushing
on me, man.

Put me down!

Why can't somebody
stop him?

What, are you crazy?

Look at him.

No! Please. No!
- Put her down.

Come on, man.
Come on.

- Come on, man.
- Put me down.

Jo Bob's here
to remind everybody

that the meanest
and the biggest

get to make all the rules.

Well, I don't agree
with that.

Agreement doesn't
enter into it.

Well, how can you
tolerate that?

I make allowances,
then I get ready, and I run like hell.

That's what I like.
A man of courage.

Miss? My name's Jo Bob.

I just want to tell you...

- Will you please let me pass?
- I love your hair

and I love your nose.
Lady... Let me go!

And I love your legs.
Put me down.

You know I love your legs.

They got your feet on one end...
Will you please put me down?

...and your pussy on the other,
and I want to fuck you.

I'd really do this.
You put me down!

Will you let me go?
Lady, come on now.

You be nice, all right.
I'm going to be nice to you.

Oh, no. I promise you,
I'm going to be nice

to you, understand? Come on.
- Let me go!

I'm not going to let anybody take you away from me ever.

Will you please?
What are you so fussy about, lady?

Jo Bob.

Piss off, Elliott.

Hey, come on back.

Hey, Seth! Seth!

Find something for Jo Bob to do with his hands, huh.

Hey, Jo Bob. Jo Bob.

I told you
to piss off, Elliott.

Jo Bob, let her go.

Shit!

Oh!

Bob, God damn it.

Who the fuck are you
giving orders to?

Jo Bob.
Hey, Jo Bob, cool it!

I'm going to kill you.

Hey, man,
he's just trying to keep that little dolly from raping you.

Come on, baby.
Jo Bob.

Hey, hey, it's me. Seth!
Come on, man. Relax.

It's a party.
Come on, Jo Bob.

Calm down, baby.

Damn! Why is he always
making fun of me, Seth?

Go! Go! Go! Go!

Hey, I know you.
You had your chance.

What the hell are you
trying to prove, man,

taking on Jo Bob
over some chick?

Oh, for Christ's sake,
Seth, shit.

Seemed like a good idea
at the time, that's all.

A good idea?

I need Jo Bob, son.

I want him up.

I want him feeling
like he can climb

the Empire State
Building if he has to.

Look, you may keep me
on the sports page, man,

but he keeps me
off the obituaries.

Where the hell would I be

with Jo Bob's
confidence destroyed?

God damn it, son,
what did she expect?

These girls know what happens at these parties.

That's why they come here.

She didn't seem
like that to me.

Well, look, just lay off
Jo Bob, all right?

I want you both
at your best Monday night.

Oh, for Christ's sake,
I didn't hurt Jo Bob.

Damn it, just quit
aggravating him.

Let him have
what he wants.

What he wants?

What about what I want?

He's a baby,
for Christ's sake.

Don't put yourself
on his level.

Rise above it.

Come on, man,
let's go get in the pile.

Ah...

It's the same
old pile, Seth.

Well, shit,
I'm going to go get knee-deep in it, son.

Go ahead, partner.

See you tomorrow.
Yep.

Hi.
Hello.

I'm glad to see that
you're still alive.

Thanks for letting me run like hell.
Uh-huh.

It's too bad I don't take my own advice.
Yeah.

Can I come in?

Yeah.

Thank you.
You're welcome.

Can I get you a drink?

Yeah, you got
any whiskey?

I only have milk.

Yeah, I love milk.
Good.

Nice place you got here.
- Oh, thanks.

Are you married?

Was.
Mmm.

Yeah, so was I.

Do you work?

No.

What's this, alimony?

No.

Oh.

You talk a lot, don't you?

No.

Hmm.

You look terrible.

Thanks. That really
builds up my confidence.

Why did you go to
that party, anyhow?

I don't know.
I thought it would be fun.

Obviously
I made a mistake.

Hmm.

I'm tired.
I'm really tired.

I'm sorry.
I was lonely.

I just needed
someone to talk to.

Well, you can't sleep here.

Oh, thanks for
letting me sleep here.

I said you can't
sleep here.

Hello?

Oh, shit.

Hi, Peggy.
Hi, Phil.

Yeah, I've got
a meeting with B.A.

Yeah, just a minute.
All right.

Phil Elliott's here.

You know, Phil,
there's not one damn corporation I own

that means as much
to me right here

as my football team.

Come on.

That was a hell
of a catch on Sunday.

That's just, uh, luck.

You know, Phil,

there's one thing
I learned early on in life.

The most important thing
a man can have.

Um, what's that? Money?

Luck.

Luck tells me something
about a man.

You know, if my people are lucky,
they tap into a big field.

If they're not,
they can have every geology degree in the world

and drill one dry duster
right after another.

Take me.

I'm the luckiest man
in the world.

Sure as hell
ain't brains, is it?

You know, Phil,
there's always a place in our little family

for the right kind of man.

Mmm-hmm.

Now, Phil...

People who confuse
brains and luck

can get in a whole
lot of trouble.

Seeing through the game is not the same as winning the game.

Now to me, see,
it's gotten to a point

where Phil's
almost predictable.

I can know what
he's going to do...

Hey, Phil, how are you doing?
Hey, Emmett.

Uh, B.A.,
I'm sorry I'm late.

Uh, listen,
I was just thinking.

Why don't you all just stay here in my office and use it?

I got to see Connie anyway for a minute, okay?
Okay. Yeah.

Thank you very much,
Emmett. Well, see you.

See you later, Phil.

Mmm-hmm.

Sit down.
Sit down.

Now, that's it,
that's it, Phil.

That's what it all boils down
to is your attitude.

And another thing,
I know that you don't like sitting on the bench.

But you're a team member.
You have to adjust to that.

Actually, I have
known players

that got used to sitting on the bench,
if that's possible.

It's not.

You're too proud?

I want you to listen
to something.

The Apostle Paul,

in one of his letters
to the Corinthians

said, "When I was a child,
I thought as a child. I spake as a child.

"I understood
as a child,

"but when I came
to be a man,

"I put away
childish things."

Hmm.

And there's a theme that runs through all this data, Phil.

It's immaturity,
your immaturity.

You lack seriousness.

Well, I scored five TDs
coming off the bench.

That's pretty serious.

You scored five TDs?

Don't you know that
we worked for those?

We plan for them.
We let you score those touchdowns.

B.A., I've always
given you 100 %.

100 %!

You're talking about
individual effort.

Yes, you do give that.
I don't deny it.

But that's not what
I'm talking about.

I'm talking about a team.

I'm talking about
a winning team.

A winning team is 45
finely meshed gears

working together
in perfect synchronization.

If one of those gears flies off on its own,
I pull it.

And if that's
not straight enough,

I'll say it
in a different way.

If you want to play football
for me, Mr. Elliott,

you have to change,
starting right now.

B.A., I'm sorry if my immaturity has offended you,

and I'll honestly
try to change.

But I've been
a starter for six years,

and it's hard to sit
on the bench, but...

I'll wait my chance.

And when you do start me,

I'll make you glad you did.

I appreciate that, Phil.

Then we'll see.

Hey, Phil,
how are you doing?

Hey, you know Joanne Rodney,
don't you? Phil Elliott.

Yeah.

Oh, my gosh.
Wait a minute. What?

Ruth, you got that contract?
- Oh, yes, sir.

I want you to see this.
This is something

I'd like you to be
interested in.

A little contract here for our number one draft choice,

wide receiver
out of Lubbock.

Lubbock. Yeah.
A real good one here.

So, I, uh...

Gosh, I guess next year
this means you'll be...

Do you speak
Canadian at all?

Emmett, you've been running these guys at me for years.

Yeah.

Come on.

Oh, God damn it, Joanne.

Oh, wait... Ow!
God, that's my sore shoulder. Jesus.

Which one?
That one.

The one you always hurt.

Oh, Jesus, my knee.

Your left knee?

No. What do you mean,
my left knee?

You wouldn't know...
You know...

Ah! Phil.

What do you mean, "Phil"?

Come on now.
Ow, ow!

Come on.
Ow...

Oh, God.

You always hurt me, Jo.

Oh...

B.A. wants me to adjust
to sitting on the bench.

Hell, I'll die on the bench.

What's the sense of the team winning if I don't survive, huh?

You'll survive.

Really?

You know what I'd do?

I'd pull for the other team
so we'll get behind

and B.A. will have
to put me in.

That's weird.

Why don't you just quit?

Well, what would I do that wouldn't be the same or worse?

Besides, it's the only thing
I know how to do good.

It's the best hands
in the league, you know?

Phil, do you love me?

Sort of.

What kind of
an answer is that?

Well...

It's the only kind of answer I know how to give

when somebody I really like
needs to know the truth.

Hey, how long
you been awake?

Couldn't sleep.

You know,
you don't look too good.

Maybe you ought to take
some vitamins.

I don't need
a healthy body.

I can do it all
in my mind.

Yeah?
Mmm-hmm.

I've been ignoring the fact that I'm falling apart.

Say, Joanne...
Mmm-hmm.

Where's the pictures
of yourself you cut out?

Hmm?

Well, that girl just doesn't exist anymore, Phil.

Oh, so Joanne Rodney
doesn't exist anymore.

Well, in that case,
it kind of looks like you.

Uh, what do you want
for breakfast?

Well, I'm going to have
whatever you're having.

Well, I'm having
chocolate pudding.

Uh, wait a minute,
Joanne.

Uh, wait a minute.

Listen, how about some
bacon and eggs?

Don't have any bacon.
How about some eggs?

Nope.

Toast?
Ah! No butter.

No butter.
Dry toast or chocolate pudding.

Well, I'm going to have
chocolate pudding, then.

Mmm, I only have one.

But I'll share it
with you.

Oh, really?
Well, it's a great meal, then.

Let's go.
All right.

Come on, feed me.

Well, I'm going to do it.

Good, give me some more.

No, seriously.
I'm really going to do it.

Do what?

Marry Emmett Hunter.

Come on, Joanne.

What do you want to marry Emmett for?
He's nothing.

He's just going to
screw up your life.

When I told him I wanted to keep the apartment,
he said I could.

You'll come by and see me,
won't you?

If I can.

Oh, get real.

Mmm...
Hey, cheer up.

Everybody gets married
now and then.

Yeah, but I thought you'd draw the line at joining the family.

Yeah, me too.

Mmm-hmm.

But look at it like this...

With me in
the Hunter family,

you won't have to learn
to speak Canadian.

Phew!

We boring you, Douglas?

You fall asleep again,
it's $100 fine.

Okay, third and eight.

All right! All right!

The things I do for love.

No. No, shit.
You should never have thrown to Elliott

with that kind
of coverage.

Look at Delma,
look at him there.

He's wide open.

I don't like
this buddy-buddy stuff

interfering with
my judgment.

Shit, you can't win
for losing around here.

Run it back,
run it back.

That's it, Stallings.
Real good.

Stallings, what were you
thinking of here?

I'm... I'm not sure, sir.

You're not sure.

No, sir.

The entire game riding
on this one series of downs,

and we have a player
who's not sure.

There's no room in this business for uncertainty.

No room.

Oh, shit, here it comes.

Here's where you
screwed up.

I didn't screw up.
You changed the play.

You changed the play.
I didn't change the play.

You brought it in there.
I did not.

Well, just cover for me.

I'd like all of you to watch this next play carefully.

Especially you.

Especially you,
Elliott.

Oh, man.
Oh, here it is.

Great catch.
Great catch.

Yeah! All right!

Whoo! All right!

Now, Elliott,

how would you
describe this play?

Well...

I'd say we scored
a touchdown.

Oh, you think it's funny?

Well, I fail to see
any humor at all.

Maxwell changed the play
that I sent in,

Elliott broke his pattern,

and the catch
was a fluke.

There's no room for flukes
in winning game plans.

Why do you think that we go over and over

the printouts
of a game plan?

Because deviating
from that plan

can cost us a championship.

Now, if there's
some of you

not interested
in being champions,

why, then, you laugh.

Relax. Have a good time.

But you'll do it on somebody else's football team,

not mine.

The key to being
a professional

is consistency,

and the computer
measures that quality.

No one of you is as good as that computer.

I hope I'm understood.

Now, everybody
on the bus in 10 minutes.

Ah, except you, Stallings.

I'd like a word with you
in private, please.

All right, come on,
let's move.

Get your gear together.

Hey, let me have
those shoes.

That's cold, man.
Hey, baby.

Do you believe
they cut Stallings?

Who's Stallings?

Runners run past 49 right.

Sounds real boring.

Look at it.
All right, I'm looking.

Got it?
Got it. Yeah, man.

On two. Ready?
Break! Move.

4-3, number two zone. Ready?
- Break!

Strong left!
- Left!

Right back swing guy.
I got it. I got it.

Set... Hike!

Come on, you...

Pass! Coming in!
Coming in!

Coming in!

Whoo!

Douglas, the reason
we drafted you

was because they said
you were fast and smart.

At this point,
I'd be delighted

if you'd be at least
one of those things!

Yes, sir.

Carney, get in here
for Douglas.

Huddle up, huddle up.
Let's go.

Back in the huddle!

Hey, Douglas,

isn't this the kind of day

you'd rather be by a fire with a good book?

Fuck you, faggot.

Promises, promises.

Pass! Stop.

All right.

How's an old fart like me
supposed to keep up

with a dedicated young Christian stud like Hartman?

It's discouraging.

Well, it's like you
told me, Seth...

You got to cheat.

I wrote the book on that.
I believe that.

Elliott!
Get your ass in here!

Coming, boss.

Red, right, 74.

You're going to get
yourself a fine, Jo Bob.

It's worth it.

You got it?
Yes, sir.

On three. Ready?
- Break!

Round left, round left.

Check!

Check.
Cover 2, cover 2.

2-49! 2-49!

Check! 2-76!

2-76!

Hut! Hut!

Hut!

Ow!
Whoo!

Oh, God damn it!
God damn it! You all right?

Ah!
- Here, hold it.

Oh, God damn it!

Pull them out.
Jesus Christ.

Don't move,
don't move.

Pull it!

You all right?

Which one?
Christ, which do you think?

Elliott!

That's what comes
from not concentrating.

Yes, sir.

Amazed at how these
young fellows

can take the punishment
of their profession.

Hello, Monsignor.

Oh, hello, Phil.

You're a very brave
young man.

That's real devotion.

You remind me of the magnificent missionaries of history.

Never thought
of that, Monsignor.

Come on, Elliott,
stop dogging it!

That's fine.

All right,
I want you to run this here Chicago pass pattern.

Red-right-74.

Look at it.

All right, here we go.
Here we go. On two, on two.

Ready? Break!

Come on, snap it up!

Elliott, get in there!

Left!

Set!

Red-left, red-left.
Hold it!

Carney, get in there!

No!

Put Douglas in, please.

Carney, get the hell
out of there!

Let's go. Here we go.
Come on.

Set!

Set!

2-75!

2-75!

Check!

2-72!

Hartman, Hartman, let's just
get the ball snapped!

You're giving me
a fucking headache!

- Rookies.
- Down.

All right, let's go.

A bunch
of high schools.

Set!

Hut! Hut!

Are you all right, man?

Hey, Phil,
you all right?

You okay?

Yeah, I'm all right.

Wait, wait, wait, wait,
wait, wait, wait, wait.

Help me up.

There's your hat, man.

Nice catch.
Yeah.

Now, that's
concentration, Elliott.

Feels pretty swollen.

Let's work that knee.

God damn it, Eddie,
it's not the knee.

Hey, it's my shoulder.
I hit my shoulder when I hit the gym floor.

It feels like
it's full of gravel.

Well, it's always felt like it was full of gravel.

Now, come on. Give me a B-12 shot.
That's what I want.

Always messing
with my knee.

How you doing, baby?

All right, Del.
You going to get a shot?

Oh. No shots
for me, turkey.

I can't stand needles.

Hey, you got to master
the technology of this game.

Phil, how do you do that?
Take all those pills and shots, man.

Does terrible things
to your body. God!

If you last long enough,
you'll realize the only way to survive

is the pills and the shots.

Not me, turkey.

I got respect
for my body.

You'll get past that.

You're crazy, too.

Eddie,
I'd appreciate it

if you could finish up
here with butterfingers

and give me my B-12 shot 'cause I got an important business meeting.

You might like to know,
Elliott,

that I found myself two old boys from Oklahoma

who wanna invest in my
restaurant business.

Oklahoma?
That's right.

That figures.

You see, once the first
one starts making money,

then you sell franchises.

And that's where
the big money is.

Oh, yeah. What are you gonna
call the restaurants?

Jo Bob's Fine Foods.
Do you like it?

Jo bob's...
That's right.

Jo Bob's Fine Foods.
Right!

Eat here,
or I'll kill you.

You son of a bitch.

Hey! Come on! Hold it!

Jo bob, we're not gonna have trouble in here,
I mean it.

Get over to your meeting!

Jo Bob, you go on
to your meeting now!

You goddamn bird turd!

Jo Bob, you get out of here,
or I'll report you to B.A.

You would?

You bet your ass.
You're chicken shit.

Get out of my face,
Monroe.

It always did
take two of you

to hold one of me.

Excuse me.

Too damn much B-12.

Back off, asshole.
I ain't moving!

Back off!
I ain't moving!

Jesus God almighty!

Damn! Shit!

God!

It's the tooth fairy.

Fuck you, tooth fairy.

Holy shit,
I hope I don't look as bad as you look, man.

You make me look
like Cinderella, asshole.

If I had a dog like you,

I'd shave his butt and
make him walk backwards.

Hey, old doc Elliott's
gonna take care of us.

It's time to break into the old medicine cabinet, Seth, boy.

How's your elbow?
God damn it, Elliott.

You know, Eddie's gonna
get your ass for this.

Hell, he didn't even
do nothing to you.

Hell, I ain't the one
that's doing it.

Yeah, but you're gonna take some.
That makes you an accomplice.

They turn me in, they gotta turn you in,
and they won't do that.

That's 'cause I'm a star.

A genuine
sports personality

and legendary folk hero.

Folk hero,
have some dexedrine.

Don't mind if I do.
A little compazine.

All right.
Would you like codeine?

Does a shark
shit in the sea?

Come on, give me
some of this.

One for me.

Whoops. Breakfast
of champions there.

Ah...

Nectar of the gods.
Yes.

You know something?

You're the only guy I know that's got an uglier body than mine.

That's bullshit.

John Henry, why do we
abuse ourselves this way?

Hey, Seth...

Have you... Have you
ever loved anybody?

You know, loved somebody.

Aw, last night.

All-time showstopper, son.

I don't want
to hear this.

All-time showstopper.

I don't want to hear it.

You know Jerry Drake?
Drake?

Big tex automotive supply?
Oh, I know that asshole, yeah.

Well, it was his YMCA team

that me and Hartman
had to talk to last night.

I gave them my usual
bullshit, you know,

football, character
development, all that crap.

Hartman comes up
with this story

about Jesus being captain
of a football team.

And the apostles each played
different positions, right?

Whoo!

And Judas was the coach.
Nope, Judas was the one

that sold the playbook
to the devil's team.

Oh, my God.

Now, wait till you
hear this part.

Afterwards, Drake invites me and Hartman up to his house for a drink.

Now, I got the wheels,

so Hartman's stuck
with me, right?

Anyway,
here's the point.

It turns out
Drake wants to watch

while me and Hartman
do nasty things

to his bouncy-bottomed
little wife.

Aw, Maxwell. Really.

Hey, I know, I know.
It's not your type of thing.

But I happen to be
more of a philosopher.

I like to mingle
with the little people.

What about Hartman?

Well, you know Hartman.
Goody-two-shoes just fidgeting around

like a one-legged cat trying to bury shit on a frozen pond,

until old Seth fixes him a couple of pink poontang specials.

You know,
that crazy tourist drink that I fix for stewardesses?

Two shots out of that,

and Hartman is shot
to shit, freaked out.

I mean, I never saw a guy
having so much fun

and crying
at the same time.

I don't believe a word it,
but I'm getting horny.

Aha. Now wait till
you get to this part.

Drake now takes out a bunch
of them fake dicks...

Ah, Max, that's gross!

It's not gross.

Shit, gross is when you go and kiss your grandpa good night,

and he sticks his tongue down your throat.
That's gross.

Anyway, he's got one, man,
that is about 8 inches long, and it's pink,

and it's got little
crinkleties in it,

and it's got a grinder
that you turn like this,

and it goes in and out...

Oh, I don't wanna hear any of this.
I don't wanna hear no more of this.

Wait, man. I'm just
getting to the weird part.

The weird part?
The weird part?

Yeah, it gets weird.

Okay, who did it?
He did it.

Is that right, Seth?
Did what?

The medicine cabinet!

If B.A. finds out about it,
it's gonna be somebody's ass.

Your water's too hot.
Hey, Eddie, calm down.

The poor man here
was desperate.

Think of it as an emergency.

Yeah, and I suppose you just stood there and watched.

No, he held me down,
massaged my throat,

and made me swallow 'em.

Listen, this shit
has got to stop.

And leave my goddamn
beer alone!

And, Elliott,
don't you piss in there!

Ah.

Bastard.

Did I call my wife
last night?

I don't
think so, son.

Oh...

What do I tell her? Hey, Art,
tell her that you escaped,

and you don't have
to pay the ransom.

I can't tell her that.

Look, son,
listen up to me, man.

Dream up the wildest thing you can think of,
and lay it on her.

I guarantee she'll go
for it, coming from you.

Yeah?
I'm right.

Why do I smell
like strawberries?

What'd you do
last night, poot?

Come on,
what'd you do?

Well, I'll tell you.

I had a date
with Charlotte.

Oh, shit, man.

I hope you're not getting hooked on that chick.

Breaks your
concentration.

Well, I'll tell you
something, old buddy.

The only thing I haven't broken is my concentration.

Why do we do it,
partner?

Well, the only way
to find that out, man,

is to quit.

You're not thinking
about quitting.

I'm thinking I'm tired
of beating myself up.

Don't worry.

You'll get tired
of thinking.

Coca-Cola, poot.

Hey, Seth, Seth.
Throw me an RC, Seth.

Ooh!

Seth...

She believed me.
Well, of course she believed you, Art.

Who wouldn't believe
you, partner?

Yeah, but I'm...
You did the right thing, son.

Lying can be really good
for a relationship.

Hey, Art.

Welcome to
the big leagues.

You know, I'm beginning
to like the pain.

Huh?

Remember when
I busted my elbow?

Oh, yeah.

I knew it was dislocated the second it happened, man.

But when I was laying there, yelling,
flopping all over the field

in front of all
those people,

you know
what I felt?

Oh.

Satisfaction.

Yeah. I mean,

it made me feel like I was doing something important,
you know?

Yeah.

When the pain
got the worst,

that's when I felt
the most...

Secure.
Yeah.

I hear you, I hear you.

The answer is no.

No, what?

I ain't never
loved nobody.

Oh!

Oh, God.

Good morning.

Good morning.

Did you sleep well?

Yeah, I slept great.

Settle down
and listen up.

I want some asses
kicked this week.

Douglas, that's $100
fine for being late.

I want you guys to study
the Chicago team tendencies.

If you ain't ready
by Monday night,

they're gonna run down your throats and out your assholes.

Ooh!

Oh, yeah, and there'll be
a written test on Friday

on these tendencies.

Coach.

Those of you whose names appeared on the bulletin board

are invited to Mr. Hunter's
home tomorrow

to help Conrad, Jr.
celebrate his birthday.

Be there at 12:00 sharp,

appropriately dressed.

Now, before we break
into our separate groups,

there are a few general comments
which I am obliged to make, gentlemen.

We won a game Sunday

against an opponent measurably and on paper inferior to ours.

In doing so,

we managed to play
far below our potential.

Our punting team gave
them 4.5 yards per kick,

more than our
reasonable goal,

and 9.9 yards more
than outstanding.

That's not the kind
of football

that conference
champions play.

Offense, four turnovers.

Five scoring
opportunities blown.

Third down conversions,
we failed six times more than our seasonal average.

Pass completions were 49 %.

That's 6.3 % less
than reasonable,

and it's 19 % less
than our outstanding.

That is a negative
19 % against Seattle!

Now, clearly,
it's time for us

to take a long,
hard look at ourselves,

and in this connection,
Coach Johnson has prepared some material

which I trust will be
beneficial to you.

Johnson.

Thank you, Coach.

Now, listen, you guys,

if we can take an extra moment here,
I'd like to read something that

B.A. thinks
is pretty important.

Now, when I was playing
college ball at Maryland,

I found this
taped to a locker.

I think you'll understand
what it means.

It means he's out
of his fucking mind.

It means that the difference
between good and great

is that much.

It's the same size
as his pecker.

It comes
from right up here.

Something wrong, Elliott?

No.

No, sir,
I just have something caught in my throat.

I can't think of anyone that can use this advice better than you can.

Yes, sir.

Excuse me, Coach Johnson.

Thank you.

"If you think
you can't win, you won't."

Right.

"If you think
you're losing,

"you've lost."
All right!

"If you refuse
to strive to the limit,

"the limit's as far
as you'll go."

That's right, sir.
"If you give in to the fear and pain..."

Talk about the pain.

Oh, why don't you shut up, Delma?
This ain't exactly no revival meeting.

Do you want something
with me, Monroe?

All right, cut it out,
you guys!

I'm sorry, Coach.

I couldn't...
Go ahead, sir.

"If you give in
to the fear and pain,

"there are thrills
you'll never know."

That's right.

"We have all been
put here by God

"as a test of our
courage and faith.

"The rewards to his
warriors are many.

"The rewards to
the losers, disgrace.

"Some say winning's
not everything,

"that competition
has a limited place.

"But if that cowardly
slogan is true,

"why did God name this

"the human race?"

Good question.

Coach, would it be okay

if Jo Bob and I had a couple copies of that poem?

Yeah, we'd appreciate that,
Coach Johnson.

That has to be one of the most inspiring poems I ever heard, sir.

Yeah, I'd like one,
too, Coach.

Yeah, me, too, Coach.

Little brown nose.

Pussy.

One, two, three, four,

five, six, seven, eight,

nine, ten.

Hold it!

Now, we count during
this drill, Elliott,

and you didn't count!

We're gonna do it
over again,

and you can thank Elliott
for the extra work.

Phil, Phil, Phil.

All right,
knock that shit off! Let's go!

All right, let's finish up
with 10 jumping jacks.

Ready? Exercise.

One, two,
three, four, five

six, seven, eight,
nine, ten.

All right, let's break
up into your groups.

I wasn't really counting.
I was just moving my lips.

You son of a bitch!

Good practice.
Now, let's go.

Let's go, Elliot.
Let's see if you can catch one.

Look at Phil.
Come on.

About time
you caught one.

Scott, how are you?
Hey, Horace, how are you doing?

Hey, Emmett,
how are you? Hi, Horace.

Thanks for inviting me.

Yeah.
I was sorry to hear about your daddy.

Well, thank you, Con.

That's the only
fight he ever lost.

When a man of your daddy's wealth dies of cancer,

you know they haven't
found a cure.

Let's go!

Come on.
Come on, Delma.

Come on, I'll tell
you when you're hurt.

Easy, easy, easy.
What is it? Hamstring.

Let's go. Come on.
It's my hamstring. Shit!

Did you feel it tear?
No. I heard it pop.

All right, take him inside.
Give me a hand.

Easy.
I seen better hands on a clock.

Let's go.
Oh, shit.

Back to the tub
again, huh, Delma?

All right, let's go to team drills,
Chicago defense.

Elliott, get back
with the first unit.

You know, if you were moving any slower,
you'd be going backwards.

Very funny, Elliott.
Very funny.

And just one more game,
and we take our division.

That's what makes
it all worthwhile.

Christ, Con,
you make more in your manufacturing division in one week

than this goddamn football
team makes in one year,

even if they do win.

Well, that's true,

but my manufacturing division never got the cover of Time magazine.

I'm going all the way this year, Horace.
The big one.

Super Bowl.
No question about it.

And money ain't everything anyway, Horace.

What are you talking about?

You ought to be
ashamed of yourself.

Tell him, Emmett.

It's either pulled or torn.
We'll know more tomorrow.

Can you get him
ready for Monday?

Set!

Hut!

All right. Next play.
Next play. Come on.

Break it up.
Come on, Jo Bob. Shit!

Hang on,
hang on, Monroe.

Give Jo Bob some work
in there. Full speed.

3-22.

3-22.

Hut! Hut!

You son of a bitch!

Goddamn, Jo Bob,
is that how you're gonna hit on Alcie Weeks when we get to Chicago?

God damn it, Coach!

We're supposed to be
doing this thing half speed!

I don't wanna hear excuses,

I just want you
to get results.

Now, if you ain't ready,
we're just gonna tear off your head and crap in your neck.

All right, same play.
Let's go!

3-22.

Asshole.

3-22.

Hut!

Jo Bob, get your head
out of your ass!

If you don't think you can do this drill...
Son of a bitch.

...we'll bring
it up to full speed.

I know all your teammates
would love a live scrimmage.

Now let's do it again
and do it right!

Get your fucking ass
back on the line, Marco.

Fuck you, asshole.

Come on, huddle up.

You cocksucker.

Your mama was
the best teacher.

Ooh!
They're fired up now.

Oh, yeah. They're
gonna ream Chicago.

That's enough.

Okay. Break it up.

Break it up.
Come on.

Break it up!

Okay, okay.
- All right, gentlemen.

All right.

Everyone at the airport
at 10:00 a.m., tomorrow.

All right,
we'll be ready.

Come on, good workout,
man, good workout.

Elliott, I'd like to see you over here in a minute, please.

Walk with me, Phil.

How's the knee?

Oh, it's great.
Feels real good.

You're limping.

Yeah, well,
that's just habit, but, uh, feels good.

Uh-huh.

Phil, I'm gonna
need you in Chicago.

Delma's pulled
his hamstring again,

and you know Delma.

He can't stand pain.

He'll say
it hurts too much,

but he doesn't like
to use the needles.

So...

Can I count on you,
Phil, and your knee,

for the entire game?

B.A., you can always
count on me

to do whatever
it takes to play.

Hell, I love needles.

I guess that's what
we call maturity.

Huh?

It's beautiful.

Yeah, really...

Really beautiful.

Come on.
Let's go into the house.

Okay.

Into the living room.
Ah, through the wall.

Yeah.

All right. Now...

Uh... Um...

Uh... This is
as far as I've got.

How long did it
take you to get this far?

Oh, about, uh...

Three years.

Anyway, I got 20 acres,

and it runs
along that gully,

and it goes
back in that valley.

Oh, God,
it's magnificent.

Yeah, and that's where I'm gonna have the horses.

I think you should
finish it, though.

I am gonna finish it.

Ta-da!

Made with my own
fair hands.

Oh, great.
I got the wine.

I got the salad.
Okay. Excuse me.

Well, excuse me.

I need all
the room here.

You've got
all the room. Ow.

Listen, what are we
gonna do about napkins?

Here. Use toilet paper.
It's cheap.

Oh, chic, chic.

Listen, uh...

Do you think this, uh,
raising horses is just a dream of mine?

I don't know. Maybe.

It doesn't seem
very real.

Yeah?

Come on.

Hey, you like
burned steak?

Oh.

Hey, you know something?

When I'm with you,
my mind's a million miles away from football.

I feel free.

Sounds like you're
tired of football.

Well, if I was,
I wouldn't admit it.

That would scare
the hell out of me.

Here, you want some wine?

Yeah.

I'm scared to death
most of the time anyhow.

Scared of what?

I don't know, of injury,
of playing badly,

anything that can knock
me out of the game.

You don't act like it.

Yeah. I don't dare.

You know, someday
you will be out of it.

Then what?

Oh, come on, Charlotte,
that's serious. I'm having a nice...

I don't want
to get into that.

For Christ's sake, come on.
Let's don't talk about football.

I'm gonna start Monday.

Everything in
my life's just great.

We got any butter?

Well, I don't think
it's great.

You know, I saw you
the other night.

You were in so much pain
you couldn't sleep.

Your body's
twisted and scarred.

You're drugging yourself.

Hey, listen,
that's just part of the game, Charlotte.

Game?

You call men smashing
each other a game?

Oh, for Christ's sake!

You can't judge!

You live in a little house secure with your Texas money.

What the hell
do you know about it?

You live
in an unreal world!

If football's the real world,
I don't want any part of it!

It scares me.

Well, good.
It's not your life.

It's mine.

Come on, let's eat.

Why don't you build your ranch instead of dreaming about it?

Yeah, well, maybe I like
it better as a fantasy.

The payments are lower.

And you accuse me
of living in a dream world?

For Christ's sake,
Charlotte.

Now, look, I got to keep
my mind in the game.

I don't want
to get confused now,

so drop it!

Why don't you
watch the game?

I'll do something special
for you in Chicago.

Hey, Eddie,
give me a match, will you?

Hey, Phil,
what's happening?

What are you doing
here early, man?

Oh, man, I got butterflies.
I couldn't sit around the hotel, man.

I had to get out of there.

Where in the hell
is Jo Bob and O.W.?

I don't know, man.
They were in a cab right behind me.

I done told you boys when you got special taping to do,

you gotta get down
to the stadium early.

Well, maybe I ought to start getting here the night before.

Come on, Frank!
What are you doing?

We got
an important ball game.

You tape
my left ankle first.

You trying to
put the hex on me?

You old fart.

I'll tape that knee
after the doctor checks it.

Yeah.

You don't look healthy at all.
Yeah, I know.

Yeah. I hurt myself.

Catch you later.

All right.
Have a good ball game.

Yeah. You, too.

Oh, yeah.

Jo Bob,
this is it, babe.

This is what we want.

And what are we gonna do?

We are gonna
kick their butts.

What are we gonna do?
We know how to kick their butts.

How are we gonna do it?
We're gonna do it very roughly.

We're gonna do it.
No respect.

We're gonna do it.

We're gonna get 'em.
We're gonna get 'em. Yes. Yes.

Weeks all there.
Weeks all there.

I mean Weeks now.
Where's my locker?

Come on.
Get your junk on, babe.

Ah. Hello, Phil.
What is it?

It's the knee. Knee, huh?
Let's have a look.

Tell me when.

Uh... Ah-ha-ha-ha.

"X" marks the spot.
Ow!

Hey, baby, you gonna
make it tonight?

I don't think so.

We need you, man.

Yeah. Frank, can I
get this hot packed?

Yeah, you got it, babe.

Hey, is this it?
Here?

Yeah, that's it.

Hold on.

Come on, Delma,
lift it up.

No? Tell him.

Okay.

Okay, here we go then.

Ooh, Jesus.

No, wait.
Wait a second.

Just wait a second.

Say when.
All right. Not yet.

God damn it!
Jesus, it burns.

Goddamn.

You won't feel a thing.
Christ, how often do you put this shit

in the coaches' hearts?

Ah...

There.

Now, that wasn't
bad, was it?

Oh, no. I loved it.

Stand on it now. Try it.

How does it feel?

Ah, it's numb.

Good.
Good.

It's a brand-new
knee, Doc.

Better football
through chemistry, huh?

Hey, Delma,
using the heat, huh?

You must be
feeling better.

No, Coach,
it feels real bad.

And I don't think
I can make it.

Ah, come on, Delma.
You saw Elliott.

He was hurting, too,

but he has the guts to do what it takes when we need him.

If I shoot up,
I could hurt myself real bad.

I don't mess with needles.

You don't feel anything.

I could tear
my hamstring to bits.

God damn it,
isn't it time you thought about the team?

Now, you listen, Delma.

You can't make it in this league if you don't know the difference

between pain
and injury.

Hey...

I'm just
trying to help.

Fuck it.

Come on, you guys,
stop playing grab-ass and get ready.

Shit, I want to hit somebody!
Give me some of that.

Hit somebody!

Goddamn, Monroe,
save it for the field.

I want to hit!
Hit! Hit! Hit!

Here, give me
some, too, man.

That's good.

Okay, when Weeks starts looping over the middle,
what are you gonna do?

I'm gonna
stay at home.

Okay, there's
no problem there.

That's right.
Okay.

Jo Bob, you know
who that is?

That's Alcie Weeks, baby.

He's ugly.

He's the ugliest man
I ever seen,

and I don't want none of his ugly rubbing off on my pretty face.

All right.

I want you to knock his cock in his watch pocket,
Jo Bob.

All right.

I want him walking
on his elbows

in the morning,
Jo Bob. He will.

What are you gonna do
to him, Jo Bob?

Come on,
eat him up.

That's right,
eat him up.

All night long.

All night long,
Jo Bob,

you'll be eating
his stuff right up,

just like
white on rice.

You're gonna be sticking to him,
Jo Bob.

If he does any
of that fancy loops,

any of that kind of stuff.
I'm gonna get him.

We're gonna do it.
That's right.

All night long,
Jo Bob.

They say
he's the best?

He ain't the best.
He's nothing.

You can be
the best, baby.

You are the best.
I'm gonna get him.

It's time to get down.
I'm gonna get him.

It's time to get down.
Yeah.

Let's pad up now.
You want to pad up? Yeah.

Let's go.
Let's get him.

Let's get ready now.
All right.

You ready?
Let's go pad up, baby.

Where's my locker?
It's right behind you.

Hey, Hartman,
while you're at it,

why don't you ask the man about the point spread?

Pussy.

Well, all right.
No wonder they call it the windy city.

Hey, baby. Cool.

Come on, honey,
save some for the party.

You got a face
like a baby's butt.

Thank you, Seth.
Beautiful.

Fuck it!

Tell you what.

This time I'm gonna get the bastard with this.
All right.

Mother clotheslined
me last time.

I'm gonna tear
his ass up.

I lost four fucking teeth,
four teeth.

I'm gonna tear
his ass up.

Ten minutes!
Ten minutes!

You ready, babe?

Alan, I can't
fumble, man.

You saw what they did to Stallings.
Hey...

You'll be all right, okay?

Give me a hit.

Ready?

Thank you.

Can't fumble.

Can't fumble football.

Hey! All right.
Have a good game.

All right?
All right, all right.

Let's go, Jo Bob.
Let's get 'em.

Let's go, babe.

How's that, Mark?

Little more air, Keith.

Hey, why don't you
pump up his ass

and blow his brains out?
Up yours, asshole.

Oh, fuck you.

Five minutes!

How long, Coach?
Five... Fuck you!

All right,
settle down.

Listen up.

Out with
the cigarettes.

Coach.

Just one reminder,
gentlemen.

Please remember to
take off your helmets

when they play
the national anthem.

Also remember you're
on national TV,

so don't pick your noses
or scratch your nuts.

Excuse me,
Coach Johnson.

Mr.
Hunter would like to say a few words to you now.

Thank you, B.A.

Men...

I want you
to win this game

for our fans,
for Dallas,

for me and my
little brother.

Not necessarily
in that order.

Now, if we win
this game,

you're all invited
to spend a weekend

with your wives
and families

at my private island
in the Caribbean.

Bullshit.

And remember,

the eyes of Texas
are on you.

Knock that
shit off!

Monsignor.

Dear Lord,
I ask your blessing on these brave boys

as they venture
out to battle.

Take off your
fucking hats!

Sorry, Monsignor.

We ask not
for victory,

not for glory,

not for fame.

We ask only for
the preservation

of our bodies

and of our minds.

Bless also the entire
Hunter family

who have so
unselfishly given us

everything
we need for victory,

except our efforts

in the spirit
of sportsmanship,

with thy guidance,

thy kingdom, power,
and glory for evermore.

Amen.
- Amen.

Let's go kill
those cocksuckers!

Elliott?
Yeah?

I'm starting Delma,
but you stay up.

Be ready when
I need you.

He said he's starting Delma.
I heard.

Yeah, but I thought...
I can't worry about that right now, poot.

You just be ready.

With less than two minutes left in the game

this might be it
for North Dallas.

Chicago
leading 14-7.

North Dallas is
on the Chicago 25.

First and 10.

This is nail-biting time
for the fans.

But it is suck-it-up
time for the players

because they have
to score on this drive.

Seth Maxwell fakes.
Hands off instead to Andy Belford

and Belford is stacked up
for a three-yard loss

by Alice Weeks.

Boy, they haven't kept Weeks out of there all night.

He has been in that
backfield all day.

They should give him a uniform the way he plays

in the North
Dallas backfield.

It'll be a 3-yard loss back to the 28 yard line.

The clock is running.
I wonder what they're saying

as far as strategy is concerned right now in that North Dallas huddle.

Jo Bob,
we need to get through "Titty Block" and Weeks.

Why don't you hit
the fucker, huh?

Why don't you go
and fuck yourself?

You just stay here
on the ball, Balford,

we'll take care
of up front.

Fuck you, psycho.

Just try to get that fucking ball across the line of scrimmage, asshole!

Shut the fuck up!

Nobody talks in this fucking huddle except me.

Jo Bob, O.W.,
God damn it,

I cannot throw the football with these guys

hanging all over my ass.
Yes, sir.

Fitch, I want
a wing-quick-burst.

All right?
Red-right-76 on two.

Ready?
- Break!

Weeks, I'm gonna get
your ass this time.

I'm fucking going to
kill you, cocksucker.

Come on, Jo Bob.

Hey, Jo Bob.

You're looking lousy.

You're getting old.
I hate to do it,

but I'm gonna put your
dick all in the dirt.

Set!

4-48.

4-48.

Hut! Hut!

Maxwell's in a shotgun formation on seven and 13 from the 28.

He fades to pass...

What a rush by Weeks,
who dumps him.

The pass is off, though.

Fitch, streaking down
the middle, is in the open.

Drop it.

And the pass
is no good.

Come on, Fitch!
Concentrate!

Are you okay, baby?

Hey, Weeks!

The clock is stopped
and now an altercation

breaks out
on the field

among a couple
of the linemen.

I can understand why tempers are a little hot right now,

because the game's
winding down to an end.

And this is
the season for them.

Maxwell's asking
for a time out

although the incomplete pass has stopped the clock.

We've got less than
a minute to play.

Maxwell coming to the sideline to talk to his coach.

And you have to think
right now that Chicago

will drop back
on defense

and be in
a prevent defense

because it appears that North Dallas to win this ball game

will have to keep it
in the air.

This is also the last time out that North Dallas has.

So they're probably trying to come up with some strategy

that will allow them to run 3 or 4 plays in a row.

They have very little time left if they're going to score.

Maxwell is signaling
to Phil Elliott.

I think,
Elliott's going to come into the ball game as one of the receivers.

And I'll go with Elliott and Huddle as the wide receivers.

And of course, like we said,
we're going to look for some pass plays...

Hey, if he comes in,
then I want something special for him.

Having fun, boys?

Blow it up
your asshole.

How's the leg, Del?

Like your knee.
I can't feel anything. Yeah.

All right,
huddle up!

God damn it, Jo Bob,
I ain't losing this game.

I'm tired of Weeks sitting in my goddamn face all night.

But I hurt, Seth.

I hurt bad.

I don't give a shit.
We all hurt.

All right, let's trap
the son of a bitch.

O.W., Jo Bob,
break his fucking leg if you have to.

I want him
out of there.

All right?
Green-right-c-motion.

41-trap-delay
on three.

Ready?
- Break!

Maxwell, brings them
out of the huddle.

And you know Chicago's gonna be coming on this play.

We'll see if they've come up
with a good play here.

I wonder if Maxwell called it or if the
coach called that one over on the sideline.

Huddle lines up
on the left

and Maxwell
down under center.

The clock does not start now,
until the snap of the ball.

Huddle's in motion
to the right.

Back to pass
is Maxwell.

It's a draw play
ball fake.

Suck
on that, Weeks!

Alcie Weeks,
the big defensive tackle for Chicago is down.

It looks like he's holding his right knee.
This could be a serious blow

to the Marauders' chances
if he is out of the game.

North Dallas not only
gets a first down,

the clock is stopped.

It looked like he got
hurt in a trap block

by Jo Bob Priddy
and O.W. Shaddock.

Well, Weeks had been beating those two all night long

and they finally got back
at him on that play.

And a big first down
for North Dallas.

Jesus, Jo Bob,
we hurt him bad, man.

Fuck him.

Fuck it.

Huddle up.
Huddle up!

All right, good job.
Good job.

Let's tie it up and take it into overtime.

Can you get the outside
linebacker, Phil?

All right, Delma,
it's your chance to be a star, baby.

Let's go, baby.
Red-lax-92.

First sound,
all right? First sound.

Ready?
- Break!

This is the situation
facing North Dallas,

they've got the ball,
18 yards away from a touchdown,

but they have only 24 seconds left in the game.

They have to score
if they're going to tie

this championship contest up
and send it into overtime.

Maxwell sends Huddle
and Elliott to the left side

so they overload Chicago's defensive right side.
- Hut!

On 1st and 10.

Back to pass, Maxwell.
The lane is Huddle.

And the pass is to Huddle on the sidelines.

However, there's a flag down,
Huddle is hurt.

Oh, what a hit by Francis Chapman from the secondary!

Let's check
the penalty marker.

The preliminary indication
from the official is

offensive holding
against the Bulls.

So instead of
a gain for a huddle,

it will be a 10-yard penalty against North Dallas,

and the play
is erased.

God damn it.
Look at his face.

Fix his face!

Elliott!

Elliott!
Get up, Delma!

Get back
in the huddle!

The doctor will
look after him!

You get back in
that huddle now

or off the field!

Let's take
a second look at that play.

You can see this play
was well set up

as Huddle takes a little step back from the line of scrimmage

and takes a swing
pass from Maxwell.

He is wide open
when he starts downfield.

But then he grabs his leg,
obviously in pain,

and Francis Chapman comes up and lays a massive blow on him.

There is no way
that Huddle

is going to make it back
in this contest.

Man, you ought to see Delma's face.
Not now, poot.

All right, God damn it,
let's get mean.

Let's stick it
up their ass.

All right, two plays,
back to back. No huddle.

Red-right-76,

come back with
red-right-79.

Phil.

You throw it, partner,
I'll catch it.

Both plays on 2.

Ready...
- Break!

The Bulls are now in worse shape than they were before, Ross.

They have got only
16 seconds left,

but they are 28 yards
away from the score.

1st and 20,
as Maxwell sets them up.

The clock does not start until the snap is made.

Elliott is in motion
to the right.

Maxwell's back to pass.

He's going to Elliott.

It's complete
at the 15-yard line.

But the clock
is running.

It was a good catch by Elliott,
but he didn't get out of bounds.

So they've got to hurry if they are going to get a playoff

and get another chance to score before this game is over.

Five, four,
three, two, one.

They got
the play off.

Yeah! Yeah!

Great catch!

Goddamn!

All right.

Good pass, man.

You're my ace in the hole.
Good pass. Yeah.

North Dallas
has a chance to tie it.

And Prejza,
the outstanding kicker in the league, is in there.

North Dallas
couldn't have the ball

in any better hands in this case...
Or I guess you should say

in any better feet
than Prejza,

because he has kicked
43 straight extra points.

That's a new
North Dallas record,

and they're calling
him "Mr. Automatic."

Campos will snap it back.

Art Hartman will put it down.
The snap.

The ball gets away from Hartman.
It's on the ground.

Chicago recovers.
The game is over.

The Chicago Marauders
have held off

the North Dallas Rally who win 14-13,
and what a finish.

It looked like that snap
was right on the money.

Hartman just couldn't control it,
as it bounced around off his finger tips

and what a shame
for North Dallas

after making such
a dramatic comeback

in the last few seconds
to move within one point.

An agonizing defeat
for North Dallas.

They thought they had
the ball game tied.

They felt the overtime
was upcoming.

But it was not to be
and the Chicago Marauders

have won the championship by 1 point.

Listen, Phil,
you hold that arm steady tonight.

Hey, uh,
how's Delma?

He needs surgery.

Hey, Elliott.

You looked pretty good
out there tonight.

You played good.

I wish we could say the same thing for you,
Jo Bob.

You should've studied
Weeks' tendencies.

I thought I did, coach.

You don't listen.

We would've won if we'd studied those tendencies.

Aw, shit!
You never give us anything

to bring in the game except your fucking facts and tendencies!

To you,
it's just a business.

But to us,
it's still got to be a sport.

You're supposed to be a professional.
You go out there...

Oh, shit!
We work harder than anybody to win.

But, man,
when we're dead tired in the fourth quarter,

winning's got to mean
more than just money.

You were hired to do a job!
Job?

Job? I don't
want no fucking job!

I wanna play
football, you asshole!

I want some feelings!

I want some fucking
team spirit!

This ain't no high school.
You don't have to love each other to play.

That's just what I mean,
you bastard.

Every time
I call it a game,

you call it a business,

and every time
I call it business,

you call it a game.

You and B.A. And all
the rest of you coaches

are chickenshit cocksuckers.

No feeling for the game at all, man.

You'll win,
but it'll just be numbers on a scoreboard.

Numbers, that's all
you care about.

Fuck, man,
that's not enough for me.

I don't have to listen...
Oh, yes, you fucking do!

You got to listen
to me for once!

All you coaches are
chickenshit cocksuckers!

You're all chickenshit
cocksuckers!

God damn you!

Far out.

Hey, Del,
how you doing?

Hey, come on, man.
You'll be back.

Come on. Hey, Del.

Come on.
You're gonna be back.

Come on, huh?

Fuck.

Come on.

Come on.

Whoa.

Good boy.

Hi.

Hi.

Are you all right?

Yeah.

Just slightly damaged.

Look, I'm... I'm sorry
about the other night.

I had no right,
no right at all.

You had a right.

You see the game?
Yeah.

See the catch I made?

Yeah. It was terrific.

I'm sorry you lost.

I thought I was gonna
start that game.

Hell, I even
shot up my knee,

but they weren't
gonna let me start.

They were just using me so they could get another ball player

to deaden his leg.

God, that's awful.

Yeah. Well,
that's the way it is.

But what's important
is my performing.

The moment of the catch,
that feeling, that high.

Hell, I can
take the crap.

I can take
the manipulation.

I can take the pain.

As long as I get that chance every Sunday.

I think that this game
is twisting your mind.

The game's not twisting
my mind, Charlotte.

I know the game.

It's the rules
they make up.

I'm gonna play,

so I'm going
by their rules.

You can't separate
one from the other.

Yeah, but I can't buck their system.
I can't fight them

any more than
you can drop out.

Well, if you've
made up your mind,

why did you
come to me?

'Cause I care
about you.

And I want
to see you again.

I've got a meeting
with Conrad Hunter.

Hell, I can't
let him see

that the merchandise
is damaged.

Here. Let me help you.
Yeah.

You know, when you
think about it,

they're not worse
than anybody else, really.

Come in, Phil.
Come on in.

Hello, B.A.

Sit there,
Phil boy.

All right, Ray.

Mr.
Elliott, where were you last Monday

until approximately
8:00 a.m. Tuesday?

Uh, who wants
to know that?

I'm Ray March.
I'm with the league's

internal investigations
division.

On Tuesday of last week,
where were you?

Uh...

Now that, um...

I don't know.
You know that.

Why don't you tell me
where I was, huh?

No, no.
No, wait a minute.

Let me,
uh... Let me give you a little hint.

That wise-ass
attitude of yours

isn't going to get you out of this one.

Do you understand that?

I think you'd best answer, Phil, boy.

All right.

Ruth, would, um...

Would you send in
Mr. Rindquist, please?

Go ahead,
Mr. Rindquist.

I am
Joseph Rindquist,

and I am a vice-officer
with the Dallas police.

Off-duty, I work
for Mr. Ray March

investigating reports
of league misconduct.

One week ago,
I was instructed to take up the surveillance

of Phillip Elliott,

an employee of
the Dallas franchise.

I followed the suspect
from then until he

boarded a plane this last weekend bound for Chicago.

And all this time I thought I was just paranoid.

"On Monday
of this week,

"at a party in a private
North Dallas residence,

"the suspect was observed
near the swimming pool

"in the company of an unidentified Caucasian adult male."

What do you mean,
"an unidentified white Caucasian male,"

for Christ sake?
Didn't you recognize him?

I mean, who was it
that was with me?

Didn't you
recognize him, huh?

Some investigator.

Continue, Mr. Rindquist.

"At this time,

"the suspect
was photographed

"smoking a
marijuana cigarette."

Photo exhibit "F."

"Now, picking up the suspect again on Tuesday,

"I followed him
from these offices

"to 2612 Houston Drive,

"where he remained
until morning.

"This address
is the residence

"of a woman named Joanne Rodney..."
Mr. Rindquist.

We don't need to bring
others into this mess.

Continue.

"A search of the suspect's
premises was effected,

"uncovering a bag
of marijuana...

"And assorted pills."

You got this from
Mr. Elliott's house?

Yes, sir.

Illegal drugs are forbidden by the league rules, Phil.

You know that.

Oh, for Christ sake, Conrad. Jesus.
Smoking grass? Are you kidding me?

If you nailed
all the ballplayers

that smoke grass,
you wouldn't even be able to fill

a punt return team.
Besides that,

you give me harder stuff in Chicago

just to get out of the goddamn locker room.

Hard drugs.
What's...

Continue.

Uh, photo exhibit "H"
shows Mr. Elliott

in the company of a woman named Charlotte Calder

as they're coming out of
a country and western...

Jesus Christ!

You sleazy... Sit down,
God damn it!

Sit in that goddamn chair!
You bastard!

What the hell do you think
you're doing here?

Damn it!

Who the hell you
think you are anyway?

We treated you
pretty well.

We paid you
damn well!

If you don't think so,
try to earn that much out there.

You're in for a big surprise,
my friend.

'Cause I don't give a rat's ass who you were.

I'll take care
of this!

We don't need this guy.
You're nothing but a two-bit football player.

Calm down!

Let him talk.

Let him talk.

You got anything
to say, Phil?

Nah.

Are you part
of this, B.A.?

Phil, you have the best hands in football.

But there's a lot more to this business than ability.

No, no, no, B.A.,
you're wrong.

You're wrong,
because it is ability.

It is what I can do
with these hands,

and that's why
I play the game.

It's dedication.
It's discipline.

It's sacrifice.

You can't take
all the time.

You have to give something back to the game.

Oh, for Christ sake, B.A.

My nose is busted.
I can't even breathe through it.

I can hardly
stand up.

You know, I haven't slept
more than three hours

at a stretch
in two years.

Now, isn't that giving
something back?

Oh, for Christ sake, B.A.,

there's pieces of me scattered from here to Pittsburgh

on these
football fields.

Now, isn't that giving something back to the game?

Isn't it?

B.A.

B.A.

B.A.

How can you take
this away from me?

How can you do this?

Okay, Phil.

Only now I
speak for myself.

And it's your
childish attitude.

You hurt the team.

Team?

Oh, Christ's sake, B.A.,
we're not the team!

They're the team!

These guys right here,
B.A., they're the team.

We're the equipment!

We're the jock straps,
the helmets.

And they just
depreciate us

and take us off the goddamn tax returns!

That's what that is.

Yeah. Well...

But I was good
when I played.

Because the only thing that's real in that game,

is me.

And that's enough.

Well, I feel
for you, Phil,

but you confused
luck and brain.

You betrayed me. You betrayed my family.
I tried to warn you.

You violated the morals clause of your contract.

It's that simple, so,

pending a league
hearing,

you're hereby suspended
without pay.

Yeah?

Is that what
it is, Emmett?

Is that what this whole charade has been about,

so you don't have
to pay my contract?

Well, hell,
I don't need your money that bad.

I quit!

You are right, B.A.

Thank you.

It's time to put away
childish things.

Things get
ugly up there?

Pretty ugly.

My name come up?

Uh...

There's no reason
to bring you into this.

They suspend you?

I quit.

I can't take it.
They want too much.

Too much ain't enough.

Not for them.

What you gonna do?

I don't know.

I'm gonna go home.
I'm gonna get in bed with Charlotte.

I'm gonna spend a week with her.
I'm gonna heal up.

I'm gonna spend time with her and ease up.

Take it easy.

Hoss.

Hmm?

I appreciate you keeping my name out of it.

Uh, no sweat.

You knew about it.

You know everything,
don't you, Max?

That I do, poot.

That I do.

Hey, poot.

Yeah?

Got any of them
old pain killers?

You keep 'em, cowboy.
You're gonna need 'em.

Hey, Seth.

We really had 'em worried in Chicago though,
didn't we?

Best catch
I ever seen, poot.

Not a bad pass, either.

Good luck on Sunday.

Hey, poot.
Yeah?