02x05 - 11th Quarter

[bunniefuu]

[♪ "Beauty and the Beast"
by Angela Lansbury playing]

♪ Tale as old as time ♪

♪ True as it can be ♪

♪ Barely even friends
then somebody bends ♪

♪ Unexpectedly ♪

[wheels rattling]

- ♪ Just a little change ♪
- [singing] ♪ Just a little change ♪

♪ Small to say the least ♪

♪ Both a little scared ♪

♪ Neither one prepared ♪

♪ Beauty and the... ♪

Be quiet.

Hey, Mr. Brent. What's up?

Danny, we need to talk.

[keyboard clicks]

What am I looking at?

The smoking g*n, you treasonous f*ck.

You injured Gerry on purpose.

Why would I do that?

Oh, I don't know, to get
your butt brother Chad in the game?

Sasha, I told you not to say butt brother.

Gerry, listen, whatever you think you...

[exhales softly]

[Gerry] I'm so sorry.

Just PTSD.

[Mr. Brent] Okay, the last thing
this campus needs is a conflict

between football and spirit.

Fortunately, Mr. Dougan has agreed
to not escalate the matter.

In exchange for what?

Your big blue head on a f*cking platter.

[♪ dramatic chord]

We're relieving you of your duties,
effective immediately.

Are you serious? This isn't fair.

Leave Whiskers here.

[♪ suspenseful music playing]

[door opens]

[door closes]

Is he still allowed in the stadium?

'Cause I don't feel safe if he's here.

- [♪ dramatic music playing]
- Go.

[door opens]

[door closes]

[whistle blows]

[Jay] Hey, Ricky!

What's up?

[♪ dramatic music playing]

[whistle blows]

- What are you doing down here?
- [Jay] Just wanted to say hi.

I've got to split at halftime.

- Are you cliff diving in Portugal?
- [Jay chuckles]

No, close,
glacier trekking in Patagonia.

Chad Powers is staying in Dawson, though.

That's great for the Catfish.

[Ricky]
Yeah. We're all really relieved.

Well, what about Ricky Hudson,
where's she going?

I spoke to my buddy at Syracuse again.

They want to call you tomorrow
about the QB coach job.

- Oh.
- Can I tell him you're available?

Chad, I'm going to need you to take
some steam off that m*therf*cker now.

- Don't hurt the money, baby.
- [exhales]

Don't hurt the money.

[coach shouting]

[♪ dramatic music playing]

Oh, my God.

Chad. Chad!

Hey, you know what?

I'm going to go catch over here
because you taking away from the money.

[Chad voice]
Can you believe this guy?

Distracting Ricky before a game,
what a misogynist.

[normal voice]
I am objectively hotter than he is.

Objectively.
Like, me, under Chad.

But even Chad is hotter than he is.

It's like Chad is hot in his own right.

I'm like two hot people.

Chad! Chad!

[Russ] Well, I better head
back up to the box.

Chad!

♪

[Jay]
Text me after the game, yeah?

- Ricky?
- Yeah, sounds good.

♪

Danny?

- Danny?
- That's not Danny.

That's not Danny.

What?

♪

Hey!

[Chad voice] Whiskers!

[grunting]

I knew it, I knew it.
I knew you were a liar.

Rasputin.

Hey! Chad! Ricky!

What the f*ck are y'all doing?

We got Vandy this afternoon!

Let's see those game faces!

♪

[insects chirping]

[Coach Hudson] How the hell
do you lose to Vandy at home?

It was like Powers was a different guy.

[Coach Dobbs]
Pressure's finally starting to get to him.

I mean, Coach, you gotta remember,
he's got the brain of a gerbil.

- Anybody hear from Gerry?
- [Coach Byrd] Nope.

No call, no text.

Zero explanation for where he was today.

Just dragging towards the finish line
like a deer had had his guts ripped out

from jumping over barbed wire.

Just steaming, hot-a*s guts
on a cold winter morning.

[sighs, clicks tongue]

Well, conference championships out...

but somebody's still getting
in the playoffs at large.

Us or Texas.

Next week... win or die.

Hell, Texas hasn't lost since October.

I mean, realistically,
we even stand a chance against 'em?

That depends entirely
on which Chad Powers shows up.

- [knocking on door]
- [Chad voice] Hey, it's Chad Powers.

Gerry, uh, what a crazy trick
you pulled earlier.

I was, myself, playing a trick,

pretending to have a weird voice.

[door creaking]

Gerry?

[dog barking outside]

Gerry?

[♪ suspenseful music playing]

♪

[normal voice]
Gerry wasn't at the apartment.

[g*nsh*t]

What the f*ck, dude?!

Good, it works.

Is that a 3D-printed g*n?

- When did you make that?
- I started it last night

after Gerry menaced me in the bathroom.

I will not be menaced.

We are f*cked in the a*s!

- Hey, Coach.
- [Danny] Were you followed?

No, but I circled the block
nine times anyway

because [chuckles] I live in
a constant state of deer-like panic.

And is that a f*cking g*n?!

- It's a plastic g*n.
- Its lethality is in no way compromised.

We are all going to prison.

No one's going to prison, alright?
Gerry doesn't know sh*t.

He just heard me talk
in a different voice.

What did you say exactly?

I don't remember.
I... Why-Why is that important?

I don't know.
Because if you said, "Hey, buddy, it's me,

Russ Holliday," that'd be
pretty g*dd*mn important.

He said he was hotter than the booster
who's trying to sleep with you.

Well, I am, I'm hotter.

Can you please sh**t him?

We have to go on offense.

Discredit Gerry.

Make it so that even if he tries
to tell anyone what he heard,

what he suspects, they don't believe him.

No, we are adults, this is the real world.

We need to reason with Gerry,
we need to deescalate.

You want to deescalate
with the guy who got me fired

and cosplayed as Whiskers
so he could entrap Chad? Huh?

Who took a secret picture of you

and showed it to your dad
so he could accuse you

of having sex with a player?

Gerry is bad.

He's gone after all of us already.

Do you seriously believe
he's going to stop now?

No... I don't.

So if we go on offense...

what's the play?

- Danny's got the syringes?
- [Russ] Yeah, everything's set.

Are we sure
you shouldn't be Chad for this?

Well, I got lucky last night.

Even Chad's the most famous person
in the United States of America.

Okay.
What about Russ?

f*ck Russ, nobody cares about Russ.

[inhales and exhales sharply]

- I'm just going to do it.
- Hey, Ricky.

[♪ mischievous music playing]

[exhales sharply]

Be fast.

And be careful.

I'm always fast.

And never careful.

[dog barking]

♪

♪

[exhales]

Oh, Gerry.

[phone chimes]

[♪ upbeat country music
playing on car stereo]

I still don't see why we had to get

- the food to-go.
- Oh, Jesus, Scott--

No, no, no, no. No, no, you said
that we were going to come over here

after we got our chicken parms.

Gerry could be laying up there
half-dead right now.

- Every second counts.
- Can we be real, dawg?

If he k*lled himself,
he did it yesterday.

Come on, man.

No, I'm just saying,
there's no way he did it

in the time in which
we could have sat down in a booth

and enjoyed our chicken parm.

- Are you coming?
- I'm going to eat my food.

I've got low blood sugar.

Then why didn't you eat it on the way?

Because I know how prissy
you are about your car.

A young man's life could be
on the line right now, Scott.

I'm right behind you, I'll eat fast.

- Not so fast that you make a mess, though.
- For Christ sakes, Vic!

[dog barking]

[yelps]

Oh, sh*t.
Oh, sh*t, oh, sh*t, oh, sh*t.

[♪ suspenseful music playing]

[exhales]

[Ricky] Coach Byrd.

[Coach Byrd] Ricky?
What are you doing here?

[Ricky] Me? I don't--
Uh, I just-- I don't know, I--

I thought I was the one
that was supposed to come to Gerry's.

Not-Not you, Coach Byrd!

[softly] f*ck!

Why are you talking so loud?

And why'd you just say my name again?

I just talk loud when I'm nervous!

This really is so nerve-racking.

What do you think we're going
to find in there?

Hopefully, Gerry, and in one piece.

Yeah, I agree, Coach Byrd!

- Ricky.
- Yeah?

Stop saying my name.

- [knocking on door]
- Gerry?

It's Coach Ricky
and Coach Byrd, from school.

- It's unlocked.
- You can't open it.

- That's ill*gal; we can't just go inside.
- Ricky, hey, Ricky...

I think maybe you should go home.

I don't think you got
the stomach for this.

♪

Gerry, is everything alright?

♪

- [♪ intense music playing]
- [panting]

What a mysterious circumstance.

What is?

Just life... generally.

Okay.

[blows raspberry]

♪

[thuds, grunts]

Mother...

[♪ dramatic music playing]

He's not here.

There's some weird sh*t, though.

Holliday! Hey!

- [food thuds]
- [grunts]

- [fence rattles]
- [both panting]

You lecherous son of a b*tch.

You and your dirty d*ck.

What are you doing in my city
around my Catfish?

- Okay.
- Huh? Huh?

- I'm sorry.
- What?

[fist thuds]

- [tires screech]
- [groans]

Hi.

What the f*ck?!
Get in.

- Have you heard from Danny?
- No, just drive!

- [zipper buzzes]
- [bag rustles]

[whispering]
f*ck you, f*ck you, f*ck you.

[noise nearby]

[zipper buzzes]

[groans]

- Did they see you?
- [sighs] Yeah, Dobbs did.

How'd you get away?

I, uh... I punched him.

Oh.

Oh, sh*t.

- It's okay.
- [heaves]

- [groans]
- He didn't know I was Chad.

[groans] Oh, my God.

[phone ringing]

Oh, my God.

- What?
- Oh, my God.

- Who is it?
- How do I get this off my car?

[speaker] [on phone]
Hello, Coach Hudson?

Yes, yes, hi.

[speaker] Hey, this is Terry Cooke
from Syracuse Athletics.

Is now still a good time?

Um, yes, yes, hi.

[Terry Cooke] I'm sure you're busy,
so I'll cut right to it.

We're interested in you joining us
as quarterbacks coach,

and Jay Palmer, who I believe you know,

indicated to some friends of the program
that you would be interested as well.

I am, yes.

[Terry] Obviously, you're all
in the thick of a playoff push,

but we need someone to start immediately

so we can hit the ground
running with recruits.

- That's what I figured.
- And you're good with that?

[sighs]

- Yes, sir.
- [Terry] Ah, fantastic.

Well, my office will reach out to set up
an interview with Coach.

Okay, great, thanks so much.

[Terry]
Great. Talk to you soon.

Thanks.

[♪ light, tense music playing]

[door opens]

[sighs]

So you're leaving?

[sighs]
It's all happening so fast.

I, I...

I'm not going to get it anyway.

Why wouldn't you?

Because... instead of prepping for Texas,

I'm here on the side of the road
with, with puke on my shoe.

Framing Gerry, helping you.

- [♪ dramatic music playing]
- [phone chimes]

We're good.

Danny planted the bag in Gerry's locker.

Look, the notebook's
going to lead to the syringes.

They're going to think he has roid rage,

and then, nobody's going to believe
a thing he says and we're done.

I promise, we are done
with all this crazy sh*t.

[scoffs]

Are we?

'Cause I thought Chad
was staying another year.

And then, hey, on to the NFL.

Then I actually, I-I foresee
an exciting pivot into politics.

[scoffs] Come on.

[Ricky] I thought this was
about winning a championship.

But you're not actually chasing anything.

You're running...

from everything.

[♪ intense music playing]

I just...

[sighs]
I don't want this to be over.

If I... am done with Chad, I...

I'm stuck with Russ.

They're the same guy.

They're the same guy.

[wind whistling]

I need to drive you home.

[car door opens]

[phone ringing]

[Coach Dobbs] I mean, this sh*t's
some kind of Zodiac manifesto.

Scott, you get in another fight
at the reptile show?

I don't want to talk about it, Tricia.
g*dd*mn.

Is there any animosity between the two
outside the football rivalry?

Maybe something about a girl or...?

No, not that I know of.

[Coach Byrd]
Just searched Gerry's locker.

Found this.

Be careful.

[Tricia] Why?

What is it?

Did he cut off his tee-tee
like that painter

and put it in a lunch sack?

I hate art.

[paper bag rustles]

- Oh, God.
- Jesus Christ.

It's worse than a tee-tee.

[radio host] South Georgia
controls their own destiny.

Beat Texas, then you got a playoff spot.

Hold on, y'all, my phone's
blowing up about Gerry Dougan.

This is breaking news.

ESPN is reporting
that police are now looking

for Catfish backup, Gerry Dougan,

after a 3D-printed g*n
was discovered in his locker.

- [♪ dramatic music playing]
- [engine puttering]

[♪ pleasant, upbeat music playing]

Danny?

What did you do?

[Danny] I texted you,
New York Times branzino.

A g*n in Gerry's locker was not the plan!

[Danny sighs]

Steroids or a g*n.

Either way, he's off the team
and discredited.

- It's a wash.
- No, it is in no way a wash.

The police are involved.

Do you understand how serious this is?

It was already serious, Russ.
It's been serious.

And Gerry had it coming.

Forget me, okay, forget Chad.

How this could blow back on Ricky,
her-her career, her life.

I don't give a f*ck about Ricky!

Everything we do is to protect Ricky.

To keep her safe,
to avoid her worst-case scenario.

Well, guess what?

I lost my job.

I'm going to lose my scholarship.

The worst thing happened to me.

So what about my life?

[sighs] You should have talked
to me, man, I could have--

[door slams]

[sighs]

[phone ringing]

[sighs]

[Chad's voice]
Hello, this is Chad.

[Gerry] [on phone]
No, it's not.

Hey, Gerry.
What's up, buddy?

Where you been?

I was in the wilderness,
praying for guidance.

[Chad]
Hope you didn't get a tick.

[♪ tense music playing]

[Gerry]
You took away what I love, Chad.

And now I'm going to take away
who you love.

♪

Gerry... listen,
we-we should talk about all of this.

[phone thuds]

[breathing heavily]

[phone buzzing]

[Coach Hudson] Hey.

[mouthful] Hey.

Hey, you hear about
what happened with Gerry?

- Yeah.
- [grunts]

Byrd said you were at his place earlier.

Yeah, we just, we just
got our wires crossed

about who was supposed to go.

Was it bizarre over there?

- It was.
- Mm.

And then, Dobbs saw, of all people...

- Russ Holliday.
- [laughs] Yeah.

- Mm.
- I mean, f*ck, what is he,

just hanging out in Dawson?

We got, like, a permanent
full moon over our lives.

It's crazy.

[Ricky clears throat]

Dad, I need to tell you something.

- [♪ dramatic music playing]
- [ringback tone]

[panting]

♪

[tires squealing]

There's a job.

QB coach at Syracuse.

They want to talk to me...

and...

I want to talk to them...

because I think... I'm ready...

and I think I need a change.

- [♪ dramatic music playing]
- [leaves crunching]

[engine revving]

They'd want me to start
before playoff, which sucks.

Um...

And obviously you're here
and... you're healthy.

And I want to, I want to learn
from you for-for-forever.

But it's... I mean, the...
I know it's... Yeah.

I know the timing's bad
with Texas coming up and...

- Ricky.
- I'm so sorry.

- I don't, I don't even know if...
- Rick.

I need to tell you something too.

When I said that I, you know, I said that
I-I was cleared to come back,

that was dishonest.

What the doctor actually said...

was, with my heart...

I sh-shouldn't...

I couldn't coach again.

So, obviously, I didn't listen.

Obviously, I lied to you...

and I'm sorry.

- [leaves crunching]
- [♪ dramatic music playing]

Who else knew?

- Everyone but me?
- No, no.

[rattling]

[footsteps]

[♪ suspenseful music playing]

[fire crackling]

Y'all gotta lock your doors!
There is a crazy person on the loose!

Powers, what are you doing here?!

Hi.
Gerry, Gerry is... [panting]

- He's off the rails.
- [Coach Hudson] Yeah, I know!

And the authorities are on top of it,
so there's no need to worry.

Oh, there's a need.
He called me.

He told me he is
on his way here to hurt you.

Why would he want to hurt Ricky?

'Cause that's how you hurt me.

Did Chad know?

[breathing heavily] What...
What, did I know what?

Did you know about him?

About his heart, that he's not okay.

Look, [sighs] I think we got
bigger things happening right now.

Gerry is outside somewhere
trying to get in this house.

Dad?

[sucks teeth]

[exhales sharply]

[exhales sharply]

You knew, and you didn't tell me?

[Chad] Ricky.

You lied to me.

Again.

Again?

[phone chimes]

[♪ sinister music playing]

Danny.

[door creaking]

[floorboards creaking]

[loud thuds, grunting]

[footsteps]

[♪ dramatic music playing]

[panting]

Gotcha.

♪

[♪ music fades out]

[♪ fanfare]