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That's three straight losing seasons, man, it sucks.

Hey, you're a bona fide loser, how do you deal with it?

Ah, well, I'd start by not calling

the only friend I have left a loser.

- Nah, it won't work.

Seriously, J., you gave that team

everything you have, brother-- just quit.

- Hey. - Yes, take your wife

on a long, cheap-ass vacation around the world, brah.

Kelly's stuck in Boca for a while,

- her mom's not doing too well. - Look at the money

- you just saved. - There is no "quit" in Pitts,

Malik, you know this.

I don't even like saying the Q word.

I just need this damn contract extension

to come through, 'cause I could use a win.

Oh, hell, I second that emotion, brother.

Shit ain't all flowers for me, either.

I'm feeling pressure like never before.

And it's showing up in weird ways.

- Yeah, like how? - Yeah, like how, Malik?

- Malik? - Uh, for one,

Mom's and me fighting like cats and dogs.

She does have the face of a pit bull, so I get it.

She just doesn't listen to me,

and she only does what I ask her to

if it makes her bank account bigger.

You need a mom and not an agent.

You should...

you should fire her, man.

Right now, put your hands together

for J.J. Jingles.

Uh, God, look, trade places with me. Come on.

- Wait-- why? - I see this dude

every day at home, and I don't wanna see him right here.

- Sit.

- Mr. Pitts? - Mr. Jiggles?

Oh, you didn't know.

Your daughter's dating a stripper.

Simone! Hey, girl, hey.

Listen, I just came by to record

your apology for posterity.

And... go.

Unlike your client, Keith Kincaid,

there will be no apology.

I figured you would say that,

so I bought a little keepsake.

Omar!

Ah. Miss Simone Garner, you have officially been served.

So, you can either apologize now,

or you can wait until I squeeze every dime

out of Oakmont and your smug, skinny ass.

Well, thank you for noticing.

It's Pilates. It's the gift of God.

You know, Tasha,

maybe I was too hasty.

Perhaps I do owe you an apology.

I am sorry

that your beautifully talented daughter

has a mother who cares more about her jet

than about her little girl's success.

I am so gonna enjoy bringing your ass down.

Well, please enjoy it from afar,

because as of today, neither you nor your daughter

are welcome at Oakmont.

Now, if there's nothing further...

Oh, oh, there is further,

because, you see, this office, that plant,

and your privileged white ass

will be mine. You won't let Kai play,

I'm gonna buy this school,

and I'm gonna let her play my damn self.

They're behind me, aren't they?

They sure are.

Don't worry. I know my way.

- By the way... - What?

That 1.9 million you raised for my school?

That check cleared this morning.

Pow, pow, pow.

Take 'em!

Come on, break it up! Come on!

A penalty like that could cost me a game

that I can't afford to lose, do you understand me?

Just do your job!

Hey, yo, you still hurt, G?

Uh, enough.

I do enjoy the view.

- Ready?

- We got a man down, man down.

We need a doctor over here, now.

- Hey. - Hey.

Listen, I need you to pick up

my dry cleaning, make an appointment with Porsha,

- and hire a hitman. - I think I should maybe

- use cash for that. - Mm.

So, wait,

are you really gonna buy Oakmont just so you can fire Simone?

Owning a sports academy will ensure that

I have future clients, and it'll also ensure that

that bitch will choke on my name.

And see, this way,

I don't even have to worry about Kai knowing

- that she was expelled. - Well, family first, right?

- Mm-hmm. - Oh, speaking of that,

I just found out that Daddy's being inducted

- into the Hall of Fame. - Ooh.

There goes the neighborhood.

So they're surprising all the inductees,

and since Dad is in Vegas, they're gonna do his here.

He thinks he's doing a Groupon commercial.

- Mom planned the whole thing. - Oh, so then that means

that you need to make sure that the surprise goes smoothly.

Yeah, for sure, I don't want...

But, um, I don't know, I just feel like

such a failure in his eyes.

And if I mess this up, he will never forgive me.

Now, I know your pops is a high-yellow,

bald-headed douchebag, but...

he happened to raise a pretty cool daughter,

and if he can't see that, then he is the fool, not you.

- Thanks, Aunt Tasha. - Mm-hmm.

Yo, Moose, how bad is it?

Which part? The sprained knee

or the fact I just got cut?

Cut? See, this that bullshit. This is why we need to strike.

You should lodge a complaint with the union.

The union's a joke.

We need to look out for ourselves.

Oh, yeah, like you're doing, Gary? By not playing?

Hey, I'm negotiating, Malik.

Don't count my cash, I won't count yours.

Guys, a complaint comes from our player rep,

and we haven't had one since Dante got cut.

Rook's right. We need a new rep now.

Especially with the vote on lifetime health care coming up?

I nominate Malik.

Well, as much as it pains me, Malik is the QB.

And he does have the Colonel's ear.

Focus, Lik. The prize, ownership.

Shut the door on that shit.

Much respect, fellas...

but I'm-a have to pass.

Mr. Fields.

I got something for ya.

This can't be good if you're here in person.

Stop talking. Start opening.

- This my first football check?

- Mm-hmm.

You only get it once, so I wanted to see your face

when you opened it.

Thank you, Miss Tasha. For everything.

It's what I do.

All right, now don't go crazy,

but get you something nice.

You know, maybe something with four wheels

instead of two.

- Okay. - All right.

- Enjoy. - Thank you.

Thank you.

Thought we was headed home, we got a mani-pedi

- in what, like, 20? - Dawg, I gotta hit

- another bank, brah. - Another one?

You done hit three already, why you stacking all this paper?

Brah, you heard him-- a strike is coming,

and my paper is safer... with me.

Hey! Malik "Turf Toe" Wright!

Geno "Jet Legs" Jenkins!

What's going on?

- Man, you look good. - You too, dawg.

What's it been, like, what, ten years?

- Something like it. - Yeah.

Man, what you doing in Vegas?

Oh, man, just traveling the country,

doing a little dancing, spending a little time

in every state, seeing God's creation.

This dude, one of God's creations went way wrong.

So, where you staying at, brother?

Oh, man, I crashed at the mission yesterday.

Eh, but I'll probably catch the Y tonight, though.

Look, why don't you come by the crib, bro?

Like, let's grab a bite to eat,

let's catch up on the old times. Come on, man.

I can't impose on you like that.

Look, man, it's golden hour. Hey.

- Best tips of the day. - Nah, dawg, come on, man.

Do me this honor, okay?

I guess my dancing shoes can afford a little break.

Man, let me get my stuff. All right?

Malik, what in the name of stupid is you doing?

He's my ex-teammate, dawg. Okay? I gotta make sure he good.

Then give him some of that cash you carry around

and cut him loose-- brah, swear to God,

ain't no way this gonna end well.

Hey!

Geno "Jet Legs" in Vegas, baby.

- Let's do this, baby. - Shit, man!

- And let the party begin! - Whoo!

- Uh, hi. - Your dad's not here?

No, he's not, but he's on his way.

I will make this quick, then.

So I got my first check today.

- Mm-hm. - And...

- I also got you these. - Oh, Jamison, thank you.

Um...

what are these for?

Okay, so my favorite spot growing up was

- the Starlight Rink. - Mm-hmm.

Thought maybe you might wanna go skating with me.

- Stop! - Oh!

Oh, my God. What's with the wheels?

Jamison just asked me out.

Oh...

Now we have an audience.

Well, congrats, mate. You finally grew a pair.

I love disco night,

Gar, we need to go skating--

Oh, absolutely, why not? I'll try anything once.

- You haven't answered. - Yes, I will go.

- Yeah, it's a double-date. - Brittany?

I guess, if everyone is going, then okay.

I'm kidding, I would love to go skating with you, Jamison.

Great.

Whoo, ooh, Lord.

Boy, this feel like Heaven.

How you gonna just let this dude take my seat?

Man, I ain't had a steak this good

- since I was in the league. - Mm-hmm.

I bought it with my African American Express.

Your black card. I get it.

Man, I look Shannon "Sharp."

Nah, dawg, you look Malik "Right."

Hell, man, you know I always wanted to walk the country

from sea to shining sea.

Hell, I figured dancing would be more fun.

What sane human would think that?

Ah, Geno, dawg, you know...

you was always my ma's favorite player.

Every time she saw you on the field, she said,

"That 'Jet Legs' sure is easy on the eyes."

Hey, your mama got good taste, boy.

Real talk, though, I probably wouldn't be dancing

for my dinner if Tasha Mack was my agent.

But, hell, you'd have so many stab wounds in your back,

you'd probably bleed out by dessert.

Seriously, bro, what happened?

Why you quit balling?

I mean, after I got traded

and busted my knee all up,

insurance ran out,

bills piled up, wifey left, took the kids,

I decided to jet.

- Took the show on the road. - Here you go, man.

Dude, you wanna help this man?

Call his family, now.

Ooh, man, what you think?

Ooh, boy, crispy. I love it, dawg.

Not you, Turf Toe, I'm talking to Prince.

- Who? - His royal badness?

- The purple one. - Hmm.

Yeah, man, we met down in Reno.

He taught me how to dance and earn a living.

Hey, Prince. This here is

Malik L. DeBarge Wright.

- What's so funny? - Prince laughing at you

'cause you named after them DeBarges.

Well, he changed his name to a symbol, so he can't talk.

Geno, you really think you see Prince?

Absolutely.

Well, he's standing right here.

Can't you see him?

Yeah.

- Yeah, I see him. - Dude, come on.

Hey, Geno, now that we got you all freshened up, brah,

let me help you get back on your feet.

How about a job with the Fury?

- You'd really do that for me? - Mm-hmm.

Brothers gotta look out for each other, right?

Right.

Well, I'm gonna go take me another one of them

hot showers, brah.

A'ight, get it, dawg, get it.

Hey, Malik.

Thanks, man. I really needed this.

Turf Toe.

Yo.

Bro, he needs serious help.

He ain't like you, he's stone cold crazy.

Don't you ever use that word again.

Not on me, and not on anybody, do you hear me?

Or what? You gonna kill me?

Cut this cat loose.

Before it all go bad.

How? I ain't giving up on Geno. He ain't give up on me.

I got this.

All right, so...

- you and Mom. - Mm-hmm?

- On speaking terms again? - Oh, yeah, we're good.

I think the move to Vegas helped us.

It definitely helped your cooking.

This is actually good.

I didn't know you could burn like that.

Yeah, well, there's probably a lot of things

- you don't know about me, Dad. - Like what the hell

- you see in J.J. Jiggles? - Why? 'Cause he's a stripper?

What? No. I actually did

a little stripping in college, I never told you that?

- No. - Oh, yeah--

mostly sorority parties, a couple bachelorette gigs.

I used to do this thing with a coconut.

Oh, my God, Dad, TMI.

Look, it's not because he's a stripper.

It's not because he's an ex-con.

It's because he's a football player, Brit.

It's not the life that I want for you.

Okay.

But, Dad, you know, you've gotta relax.

It's not like we're eloping.

- We're just friends. - You do not believe that

like I don't believe this meal was free. Please.

Whenever your mom cooks for me,

it costs me at least 10 Gs.

- That obvious? - Yes, you are.

Okay, okay, so you are gonna get that contract,

and I am gonna make you proud

because I'm working on something really special

- that was inspired by you. - Is that right?

Mm-hmm. Do you remember that playoff game

when I was, like, eight years old?

You threw the ball to me in the end zone when you scored?

Course I do. Touchdown funded

- my sixth retirement account. - From that,

I've created... this.

Club End Zone.

The ultimate fusion of sports and entertainment.

Look, this cannot be the first time

that Simone let that white robe show.

What other secrets she got hiding in that closet?

- If I knew, you'd know. - Mmm.

But to put it tactfully,

she obviously likes cultural awareness.

Okay, well, to put it "Mack-fully,"

that bitch got to go, okay?

-Agreed, agreed. - Oh...

But the new ownership group

already offered her an extension.

If they win the bid, she stays.

Well, I need you and the board

to make sure that I win that bid.

And serving that lawsuit was genius.

- Hey! - In fact, two board members

have already pulled support from Simone.

- Boom. - But--

Monique, we just crossed over to friend mode, honey.

- You can't hit me with a "but." - But this deal is days

from closing, Tasha. So, if you're gonna move,

- you gotta move fast. - All right.

I'll handle the speed. You just make sure

that I get a meeting with each and every one

- of those board members. - I can do that.

I sold the Colonel on this, Dad.

What? You?

It's just missing one small thing.

I kind of sold it with Tasha attached,

and I sorta didn't tell Tasha.

That is brilliant.

Can't wait to see her head explode.

Dad, that's really not helping.

Okay, listen, just tell her.

Ghetto-zilla may surprise you.

Or you could surprise me, right?

Like, we could be partners.

It's only a license fee of $1.6 million up-front.

You want me to give you $1.6 million.

- Up-front. - Okay, um,

have you lost your fucking mind?

But there's ad rights, membership fees,

concession sales, total profit $4.2 million per year,

not including playoffs.

That's my agent.

Good pitch, not interested, sell Tasha.

Mr. Smith, hey, wanna hear something funny?

My daughter just asked me for $1.6 million.

- ♪ Three on the dash...

You okay?

You-you seemed kind of nervous today.

Uh...

Maybe just a little, yeah.

- It's been a while. - Mm, well,

nerves or not, I'm glad you asked.

I'm gonna get us something to drink.

Garret?

Let me talk to you. Let me talk to you.

- Whoa, dawg. - You all right?

So, how's it going?

He's like a teenage boy on his first date

- stumbling over his words. - Bro, I'm like...

a teenage boy on a first date, searching for the right words.

- You haven't shagged yet? - What? No.

- We barely even kissed. - And you haven't shagged anyone

since prison. Or been shagged.

Really, Garret, really? I'm having the worst date

in my life, and that's how you're gonna help me?

It's just sad, you're taking this

no-nut November thing to an entirely new level.

Well, the last person I shagged, I lost three years of my life.

Next time, whatever follows gonna be worth it.

What're you two gossiping about?

Jamison was just saying how much

he wants to have sex with Brittany.

- Oh. - He's lying, I didn't say--

- I didn't say that. - You don't wanna have sex

with my best friend? She's scrumptious.

Of course I do. But I don't. But...

- He's confused. - Oh, my God.

This is so awkward. Your cue, Jamison, come on.

I'm sorry, I'm just a little rusty at this.

It's okay. Let's just go skate.

Okay. Just...

- You wanna buy a school? - Mm-hmm.

What's next? A small country?

Why? Is one available? 'Cause I will buy that, too.

That way I could just banish Simone's ass forever.

Come on, now, Oakmont cannot be

that much more than my avocado farm.

Much more? It goes avocado farm,

jet, jumbo jet, Oakmont.

The real issue is your five-year expansion plan.

The money you borrowed to build the New York and Miami offices

have already been allocated.

Now, maybe in a few months, we can re--

I don't have a few months. I need this now.

- Then sell the jet. - Ooh-- get behind me, Satan.

Now, look...

if you want Oakmont that bad,

then find a partner with deep pockets

who can float you for six months.

See, now you're talking, girl-- okay, Tasha Mack can do that.

Well, lookie here.

If it ain't the jailbird and the ho, though.

- Oh, hell. - No wonder Fury sucks, man.

Man, fuck you, asshole.

- All right. - Yeah, all right.

♪

Watch out-- watch out, watch out, watch out.

Hey, Jamison, are you okay? Are you all right?

J, are you all right?

- Jamison? - You all right?

Yeah.

- Are you okay? - I'm-- I'm good, I'm good.

I think that's our cue to go.

Breakfast is served.

Garret, what did you do?

What did you post a video of me singing?

I thought I'd show off my new lady.

Whoa.

so, now everyone's gonna see me

as a superstar player's jump-off?

Well, what's wrong? Your voice is amazing.

Everyone should hear it.

What, I'm supposed to feel grateful?

Look at what they're saying about me.

"Smash that, dawg." "She ain't even pretty."

"She only wants you for your cash."

- "She can't even sing." - Okay, I won't do it again.

Why, embarrassing me once wasn't enough?

Sorry, are we fighting here? Because you're acting crazy.

- Crazy? - Yeah.

- I think you should go. - What about breakfast?

I'll box it up for you.

Whatever you do, don't come clean about the ankle.

It's the quickest way to get cut.

Fields.

- Yes, Coach? - How'd you hurt the ankle?

Just doing some extra cardio, Coach.

Is this cardio I'd approve of?

No, Coach, it was not.

You do remember what I said about drama.

All right, get taped up, start fresh tomorrow.

Yes, sir, Coach.

- All right.

Just stick to the plan, and you in, okay?

This is just a formality.

Hey, I always follow my QB, huh?

My man, let's do this.

- Hey, hey.

Roger Nelson, this is Geno "Jet Legs" Jenkins.

Geno, this is Roger Nelson.

Geno, I'm a huge fan. I still remember

that 108-yard kickoff return against Chicago.

Nah, man, he ain't Rogers.

- No, no, Geno,

this is Roger Nelson, the head scout.

He's gonna teach you the ropes and bring you into his team.

He ain't... He ain't Rogers.

I mean, he ain't... he ain't Rogers, right?

Uh, Roger, give us one minute.

One second, brother.

Brother, please don't blow this.

Listen, he's going out on a limb for you--

He ain't... no Rogers.

He ain't no Rogers.

He ain't no Rogers.

He ain't no Rogers.

He ain't no Rogers!

Been a minute, Smoke. How you living?

Man, can't kill not one of us, dawg.

- You know the drill. - Yes, I do.

Hey, you got me, right?

I saw you on Hard Blocks.

That's why you need this?

It's a tough game, man.

I watch you all through three years of hell, J.

You'll be fine.

I put some candy inside,

in case you need a little something extra for the pain.

Appreciate it. This stays between us, right?

One hundred.

Just don't forget a nigga when I need you.

I don't think I could if I tried.

All right.

- Appreciate you. - Yep.

I'm a thousand percent certain

I like you better with your clothes on.

Especially around my daughter.

Mr. Pitts.

I want to apologize for the other night.

For the kiss or the jiggling?

Both.

If that helps.

And for the record, sir, I, um...

I think the world of Brittany.

You know, my dad gave me a box of these

the day Brittany was born.

I had a game that night, and...

it was the only time I ever stepped on the field

and felt afraid.

I was terrified of what would happen to my little girl

if something happened to me.

I don't think you have to worry.

She's not a little girl anymore.

If I ask you to walk away and leave her alone,

would you do it?

No, sir, I don't believe I would.

But I can assure you

I will do everything I can not to hurt her.

I'm gonna hold you to that, J.J.

Mr. Gilbert, been waiting to hear from you.

Set meetings with these Oakmont board members.

- Okay, when do you need it by? - Yesterday.

Okay, got it.

Uh, Daddy, the directors are ready for you.

Sabers making me a lame duck, I'm not getting

my contract extension, so I'm not doing

this stupid commercial.

My mom is gonna kill me. Aunt Tasha--

Look, stay here, get the cameras ready.

I got this.

Well, well, well,

if it isn't pity-party Pitts.

Not now, Witchy-Poo, I need a sec, all right?

Okay, take all the time you need.

But you know, while you're sitting up here boo-hooing...

Hall of Fame is down there waiting to surprise you.

What the hell are you talking about?

Drop the confetti.

Your coupon-cutting ass finally made it.

Tasha, I swear to God, if you're fucking with me right now...

- Really? - Yes.

Not exactly how I imagined this moment, but hey.

Well, I mean, you know,

that's the funny thing about life, it never really

goes as planned, you know?

I mean, Kelly couldn't be here,

so she organized this whole thing.

- Just for you. - That's a fake commercial.

- Mm-hmm, mm-hmm. - Kelly's idea.

I mean, who the hell else was gonna do it?

What, the Hall of Fame fairies?

I'm telling you, she planned it.

And that young girl down there,

who thinks that she's a failure in your eyes,

she pulled it off.

So, maybe it's time you acknowledged

that you wouldn't be here without the both of them.

Mm-hmm, so I'm supposed to take family advice

from a woman who lives on a jet and won't speak to her son?

No.

Take it from someone who's messed up

enough relationships to know what's important.

So, I made it to the Hall of Fame?

Yeah. Ya did.

I gotta say, it felt good as hell

ruining your surprise, too.

Hey, mission accomplished.

Thank you, Tito Jackson.

Oh, and you are quite welcome, Mr. Potato Head.

- Nice. - Yes.

Oh, and, uh... for the record, Jason,

if I were your agent,

you would've gotten that extension.

I was on my way to see you.

And I'm here to apologize.

I'm sorry.

I may have overreacted a little bit.

Look, I...

really like you, Raquel, but I should never have assumed

that you'd be as open with your life as I am.

And I don't wanna be swallowed by your fame, you know?

I wanna establish me and my career on my own.

Why you smiling?

You said you don't care about money or fame,

and... I sincerely believe you mean it.

Because I do.

I really don't care if you're the highest-paid player

or if nobody knows your name.

You wake up every single day

and do exactly what you love.

The day I get to do that, soy libre.

That's Spanish for milk.

Oh, Raquel Navarro, I don't think

I've ever met anyone quite like you.

- Because you haven't. - Okay, you win this time.

But fame is something you'll need to deal with,

- as my girlfriend. - You wanna make this exclusive.

Listen-- for me, it already is.

Jason Pitts here.

Five-time all-pro, two-time champion,

and head coach of the San Diego Sabers.

My family calls me the most money-conscious man in America.

And that's okay, 'cause if there's one thing I love,

it's a good deal.

If you love saving as much as me,

download Groupon

and save, save, save.

-And cut.

How'd I do?

Whoo, it was money, baby. You nailed it.

It stunk. Stick to coaching.

Nice to see you two are still on the same page.

Mm, we ain't even in the same damn book.

Uh, hey, uh...

Daddy, uh, Groupon added some new lines.

Look, I'm no diva, but it was money

and I nailed it, and I'm not doing it again.

Okay, well, just-- just can you pretend

I'm the camera, and just do it for me?

Okay.

Hi, Jason Pitts here,

five-time all-pro, two-time champion,

and the newest member of the Hall of--

Fuck me! Hall of Fame?!

- It's your time, Jason.

Welcome to the Hall of Fame.

- Tommy. - You earned it.

- Thanks, man.

Oh, my gosh. You knew all along.

Congratulations, Daddy!

- Ahh, man. - Congratulations, brother.

Oh.

So-- So, wait, this isn't an actual commercial?

I'm not getting paid?

- I'm just messing with you.

Hey, um, you know, since we have

the cameras and everything, I have an announcement to make.

Brit-Brat.

: Yeah.

Um...

no one gets here alone.

You know, this would never be possible

without the two most important people in my life.

I'm talking about my wife, Kelly, who I adore,

but she couldn't be here today.

And my daughter, Brittany.

The... one true success in my life.

You're going to the end zone, Brit-Brat,

and I'm gonna support you every step of the way.

- I love you, baby girl. - I love you, too.

Wish your grandpa was here to see this.

Hey, Dad...

I made it, man.

I'm in the Hall of Fame.

Does this mean what I think it does?

- Are you gonna fund the club? - Partially.

And the interest, it will be steep.

But, hey...

you need to tell Tasha the truth about the club, all right?

- Yeah. - You owe that to her

and to yourself.

- I will. - All right.

Thank you, Dad.

- Hall of Fame, Brit-Brat. - Hall of Fame--

- Heyo. - Heyo.

Oh, oh!

Ha-ha-ha!

Well, damn.

That was fast.

Told you not to waste your time.

You can't save the world.

I don't wanna save the fucking world, Caleb.

I just wanna save one person.

Damn it, man, he had everything.

Money, family,

best damn football moves in the league.

Look at him now. Family abandoned him.

League kicked him to the curb.

Now he's out here talking to a dead dude in Vegas.

Screaming for help, but ain't nobody to listen.

I'm listening, Lik.

And I hear you, but you ain't Geno.

Okay, but what's Prince's real name?

Prince Rogers Nelson, why?

He's not Rogers.

That's why Geno flipped out, 'cause he's not Rogers.

No, he flipped out 'cause he need a damn straitjacket.

Okay, but what if Geno really is my future?

It's a thin line between reality and what's real.

- What you saying? - I'm saying,

if Geno can slip through the cracks...

...then so can I, and there's only one way

that I can stop that from happening.

Don't even think it. If you do this,

you're killing our dreams.

Look at him, tell me what you see.

CALEB: A damn fool, dancing alone.

See, dawg, that's just it. He's not alone.

We just think he is.

Caleb, this is my destiny.

I can avoid a strike

and get the players better health care.

I'll be a hero to the owners

and a legend to the union.

Hell, one day I might even be commissioner.

Caleb, say hello to your new players rep.

All right, come on, damn it.

Let's go.

Hey, J., I got your text, I came as fast as...

What are you doing?

Jamison, are those steroids?

No, it's cortisone.

I need it for the pain.

I guess being the son of a heroin junkie

is harder than I thought.

Will you help me?

Is... Isn't that what trainers are for?

If I tell the doctors I'm injured,

they won't let me play.

If I don't play, I'll get cut, just like Moose.

Jamison, I-I can't.

My dad was on this stuff, and it hid the pain so well

that he played on a torn ACL and almost killed his career.

Yeah, but it didn't, and now he's headed

to the Hall of Fame. If I don't do this,

- I won't have a career at all. - Jamison, this isn't you.

Brittany, I am nothing without football.

Will you help me, please?

Just once.

Then you have to promise me.

Just once.

I swear.

Put your foot up here.

One, two...

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