All language subtitles for The.Winning.Season.2009.WEBRip.x264-ION10_en

Hey, Rhonda, please
don't go anywhere.
I want to talk to you.

Diego, I see you eating
the chicken fingers.
I know!

DIEGO: Asshole.

Hey, Bill. Come on,
it's lunch. Get moving.

I've got tables
that need clearing.

Thank you.

Bill.

Hey.

(CHUCKLES)

Terry.

Yeah!
Hey.

You work here, huh?

(SNIFFLES)

No, I'm just...

You're just
bussing a table
in your free time?

What do you want?

Uh...

Can we talk
for a second?

Wow. So, how you been?

Fantastic.

Cheese stick?
No.

Can I ask you a...

Kind of a sensitive...
Are you drinking?

Hey, come on, man.
What is this?

I don't know if
you've heard this,

but I'm kind of
the principal over
at Plainview now, so...

Wow. Congratulations.
That sounds really boring.

Okay, before
I change my mind,

do you want to coach
basketball for us?

Wow. Yeah. That's...

(LAUGHS)

Yeah.

I can't believe Buller
would leave his team.

He's built such
a good program
with those boys.

No, no, no.
I want you to coach
girls' varsity.

No, hey, hey, hey.
Wait, wait, we got
a great team.

You gotta see them, okay?
They're fantastic.

My daughter's on
the team. Tamra.

She's huge.
Big as an ox.

She has huge hands,
like her mom.

I don't know, Terry.
That's...

All right, look,
you know how many hoops
I had to jump through

just to be able to
offer you this job?

All of them.
I had to jump
through all of them.

I appreciate that, Terry,
but I can't coach girls.

Women hate me,
you know that.

Yeah. Okay, well,
then just stay here
and wash dishes

and eat other people's food,
and, you know, enjoy that.

It's not so bad, you know.
Not a lot of responsibility.

You're right.
There's no
responsibility.

Spreading
the love around.

Can you hold that
for two seconds?

I quit.
What?

You want to
go out with me?

I'm married.

All right, forget it.

I'm taking Bobby with me.

Who's Bobby?

Excuse me. Sorry.
I'm really sorry.

Come on, Bobby,
let's go.

We're gonna get you
out of here.

Have a good meal.

You hear they
finally hired
a new coach?

Oh, yeah?

Guess who it is.

Uh, Phil Jackson.

Bill Greaves.

Who's that?

Remember that guy
who used to coach boys'
varsity over in Culver?

Uh, no.

Remember? His entire team
quit right in the middle
of sectional finals?

So why'd they hire him?

He's probably
the only guy
they could get.

We should just
quit right now.

Shut up, Mindy.
You can't even play.

You shut up.
Neither can you.

I hear he has problems.

His team made it to
the sectional finals,
okay? He must be good.

Hey.

LISA: You can go now.

Lisa, are you kidding?
What is your damage?

Nothing. I just don't
see why they all have
to keep moving here.

You do realize
you're black, right?

Obviously.

Well, our dad says that
if we didn't have illegals
to work the factories,

the country's
entire infrastructure
would collapse.

Your dad sounds
like a pussy.
He is.

ABBIE: Hasn't
our infrastructure
already collapsed?

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

Hello.
Who are you talking to?

Who is she talking to?
No, I'm just at school.

I don't know, some guy
she met at Shoes Etc.
last weekend.

What guy?

He has a mustache.

Gross! Why does she
always go after guys
with facial hair?

I know, right?
It's so disgusting.

It's like
kissing your dad.

Okay, you just take it
to a whole other level.

That is really
unnecessary.

Shut up.

ANNOUNCER:
Ladies and gentlemen,

welcome to
the 1989 Class Triple-A
Indiana State finals.

Starting for
the Plainview Chargers,
number 21, Bill Greaves.

Is this girls' varsity?

Yeah.

I'm Bill Greaves.
I'm your new coach.
Where's the JV squad?

We don't have
a JV squad.

This is it?

Yeah.

(SCOFFS)

Did Terry put you guys
up to this? (LAUGHS)
This is a joke, right?

What is this, Terry?
That's just six girls, man.

Uh, yeah, yeah.

Those girls,
they don't even look
like they're in shape.

Well, the girls' program,
okay, it's not as in-depth
as the boys' is.

Jesus Christ,
what program?

That's just some
bored-looking girls

waiting for the tits
to come in.

Hey, now, come on. You know?
My daughter's on that team.

One of those girls
has a broken foot.

ABBIE: Um...

Yeah?

Hey. We were just wondering
if you're coming back
to practice or not.

No, not today, sweetheart.

Go home, get some rest,
and we'll start tomorrow.

Tell everyone to
go home and play with
little kitties, okay?

Asshole.

Hey! Hey, mouth!

See? Girls.
They hate me.

Yeah, it's not just girls.

Hi. Sorry we're late.

Hey.

Hey, how's it going, kiddo?
How you doing?

MOLLY: Good.
Good to see you.

Can we talk
for a minute?

Yeah. What do you want?

I got your message.

BILL: Yeah, thanks
for calling me back.

Don't drunk-dial
our daughter.

I'm not drunk-dialing
our daughter.

I'm coaching
basketball again.

I wanted to tell
her that, okay?

No, we're really
happy for you. Yeah.

Yeah? Why didn't
you call me back?

I had a crazy week.

You don't get 10 minutes
to call me back?

Look, I gotta go.

Make sure she studies
for her algebra test.

BILL: That'll be fun.

She's barely passing.

You could help her
if you wanted.

What do I know
about algebra?

More than me.

Bye, Mom.

Bye, sweetheart.
I'll call you.

Don't believe her.

She doesn't call
people back.
Hey.

BILL: Beautiful.
Beautiful.

All right!
You watching this?

Mmm-hmm.

Shit. Shit.

Hey, get off your phone.
Talk to me. What's new?

I'm playing ball.

Basketball?

Yeah. I made varsity.

You made varsity?
Van Hunt's, they got
a really good team.

What position?

Shooting guard.

Shooting guard.

You a starter?

No. (SIGHS)

How's your
ball handling
coming along?

It's fine.

You know, you really
limit yourself when you
only drive to the right.

We should go over to
Woodlawn tomorrow, see
how you're coming along.

I can give you
some things to try.

Yeah, I already
have a coach.

Doesn't mean we can't
shoot around.

Mom really wants me to
study for algebra, so...

You know, just
'cause your mom hates me
doesn't mean you have to.

She doesn't hate you.
She feels sorry for you.

She feels sorry for me?

She says you're
the loneliest man
she's ever met.

Yeah, well, I never
felt more lonely

than when I was
with her, so...

You know,
you really shouldn't
say things like that.

It makes me feel weird.

(EXHALES DEEPLY)

Eat your sandwich.

Okay.

(EXHALES)

How many minutes
do you get on that?

Wow. So, like,
I could take your
picture like that?

That's great.
That's neat-o.

All right, everybody,
put your balls away.

Hustle up.

Line up on the baseline.

You guys know
what a baseline is?

Hi.

Hi.

What's your...
What do you do here?

I don't know.

BILL: Why don't you
go play in traffic?
Get out of here.

MINDY: Jerk.

Wow.

I hear you think
we're losers.

Is that true?
Did you say that?

Yeah.

What's the point?
Why practice if our
coach thinks we suck?

I don't know.
Prove me wrong.

When I blow on this
whistle, I want you
to sprint down court

towards the
other baseline.

Every time you hear
the whistle, I want you
to change direction.

You touch a baseline,
you can stop running.

Everybody get that?

(BLOWING WHISTLE)

What an asshole.

I bet he has
a small penis.

Why would you
say that?

Because men with
small penises always
treat women badly.

Who told you that?
My mom.

Oh, God.

Oh, my God.
Damon just walked in,
you guys.

(MOUTHING)

He looks so cute
in his jacket.

Just go talk to him.

And say what?

"Hello."
Are you kidding?

I mean, that's
just so obvious.

This is pathetic.

Wait, what are you doing?

TAMRA: Oh, my God.

She's not going
over there.

Yes, she is.

I can't even look.
Is she talking to
him or his friend?

Oh, my God,
she's kissing him.

No, shut up. Okay,
I'm not listening
to you.

Thank you.

Is she...

He wants to
talk to you.

What? What did you
say to him?

Don't be a freak.
He's waiting.

MINDY: Go.

Go. You have to go.

What did you
say to him?

I just asked if I could
borrow his ketchup.

Oh, no.

Hey, Damon.

Hey.

How's it going?

It's all right.

You hungry?

No, no, I'm okay, thanks.

Do you want to go
sit in my car?

Sure.

All right.

(BOTH CHUCKLE)

Do you like music?

Yeah, I love music.

(RAP MUSIC PLAYING)

This is cool.

Yeah? You like it?

Sure.

I could make you
a copy if you want.

Really?

(GIGGLES)

BILL: Hey,
what are you doing?

I'm done.

You're not done.
Who says you're done?

If she's done,
I'm done.

Put that away.
Keep jumping.
No cell phones.

Keep jumping.
Let's go.

Let's go.
Come on, buttercup!
Keep jumping!

Defense!
Slide, slide, slide! Open.
Slide, slide, slide! Open.

BILL: Defense!
ALL: Defense!

No, I said, "Defense!"

ALL: Defense!

BILL: Slide.

(BLOWING WHISTLE)

ALL: Slide! Slide!
Slide! Slide!

Slide! Slide!
Slide! Slide!

BILL: Check!

ALL: Block!

All right.
That's all you got?

Yeah. Now you're ready
to pick up the ball.

Lisa! Ball!
Ball, ball, ball!

Over here!
Over here!

What, are you blind?
I'm open!

(WHISTLE BLOWING)

Yo!

What's going on?
Is there a reason you're
not passing it to her?

All right, look,

I don't know what
shit you girls have
between each other.

I don't give a shit.
I've got enough shit
in my own life.

I've got a whole
universe of shit.

I don't need any
more of your shit,

so just keep your shit
off the court, okay?

You can't start
drawing lines here.

Even if we did,
you'd already be on
the wrong side anyways.

What do you mean?

Listen, I hate
to tell you this,

but aside from
Billie Jean King
and figure skaters,

nobody considers girls
real athletes, so...

Who's Billie Jean King?

She's a golfer.
And that's not true.

There are lots of people
who like girls' basketball.

Oh, yeah?
When's the last time you saw
a girls' basketball game

playing in
a sports bar?

I can't go
to sports bars.

Hey, look, if it makes you
feel any better, we're all
on the wrong side.

I mean, the game
really belongs to
the blacks, so...

The men.

You're an asshole.

Big asshole.

What'd you say?

I said
you're an asshole.

I'm an asshole?

ALL: Yeah.

Hey, let me
tell you something.

What you girls know
about basketball

could fit
in a thimble.

Now, I can help you
with basketball,

and believe me,
you girls need help,

but I can't do dick
about anything else.

You want to
complain about
how unfair that is,

I can just leave
right now.

You want to play
basketball, I can
teach you how to do that.

Why don't you come
get me when you decide
what you want to do?

(DOOR OPENING)

(EXHALES)

You're not allowed
to smoke in here.

Okay, look.
I'm just gonna be
honest with you.

I live with
my grandmother.

Yeah?

She watches Jeopardy
every night and goes
to bed at 8:00.

So?

I need something to do.

We all do.

So, you're gonna
keep playing
or what? What?

No. Everyone
wants to quit.

I can get them to
change their minds.

Who says I want them
to change their minds?

Come on.

So do it.
Change their minds.

Spit it out, sister.
What do you want?

You just have to do
something for me.

BILL: Okay.

ABBIE: Whoa.
Oh, my God.

It's not my fault,
it's the car.
The car is just, like...

Okay, easy on
the speed bumps.

I've got
a hangover, okay?
Sorry. Sorry.

Why hasn't
anyone taught you
how to drive?

I don't know.

Signal. Signal.

Well, where are
your parents?

Aren't they
around at all?

They're around somewhere,
just not around me.

What about
your grandmother?

I mean, why doesn't
she teach you
how to drive?

Do you think I want
to learn how to drive
like an old lady?

Yeah, well, you're
kind of driving like
an old lady right now.

Oh, for God's...
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

Okay, I think
I need a break.

Should I stop?

Okay, no... Jesus.

Can I go?

Yeah. Why don't you
take me to the hospital,
'cause I've got whiplash.

CHEERLEADERS:
That is great!
That is hot!

Come on, Huskers,
make that shot!

Go, Huskers!

(WHOOPING)

DEREK: Bill?
Bill Greaves?

Derek Springer.
We played against
each other in high school.

I'm sorry.
I'm drawing a blank.

I played for Prairie Hill.
I was a grade beneath you.

Okay. You want
an autograph
or something?

It's nice to see you.
It's good to see you.

So I hear you're
a busboy now.

What did you say?

I heard you're
a busboy now.

(SCOFFS)

Yeah, I heard you were
a girls' basketball coach.

Good luck.
Don't need it.

TERRY: All right!
Let's play some hoops!

H-O-O-P! Hoop!

Plainview Chargers!

Where's your boyfriend?

It's a long drive.

Yeah. Too long for Damon.

All right. All right.
Hey, huddle up. Now, look.

Come on.

That means make
a half circle.
Let's go.

All right. You know,
a lot of people say
winning doesn't matter.

I'm not one
of those people.

I think it does.
I think it matters a lot.

In fact, I think it's
the only thing in this life
that matters at all,

and the people
who say it doesn't

are just assholes,
plain and simple.

The losers in life
are always forgotten.

There's absolutely
no reason to play

unless you're
playing to win.
You understand?

PLAYERS: Fight!
Fight! Fight! Kill!

All right.

What are you
waiting for?
Let's go.

Shouldn't we do
something or say
something?

BILL: Like what?

Like something
like that?

Yeah. Okay.

Uh...

Okay. "Go, fight, win"
on three.
One, two, three.

Go, fight, win.
Go, fight, go, fight!

BILL: Let's do it.
You guys are great.

Bill. You can't say
"A-holes."

You can't say
the A word.

What do you mean?

Can't say the A word.

Did I say that?
A-hole? When?
Yeah. Yeah.

In the thing.
In the huddle.

Hey.
Hey.

I'm Trish.

Tamra.

Give me some
of that popcorn.

It's all right.

(EXCLAIMS)

TERRY: Come on!

LISA: I'm open!

KATHY: Switch.
TAMRA: Lisa!

Tamra, I'm open!

TERRY: Go, Tam-Tam!

Tough luck.
That's all right.

Come on, guys, defense!

(CHEERING)

LISA: Come on, D.
Head's up on D.

(BUZZER SOUNDING)

Shouldn't you
be trying to
comfort them?

What?

Shouldn't you be
trying to make them
feel better?

I don't think
there's anything that
can make you feel better

after a game like that.

Sure there is.

(NEW ATTITUDE PLAYING)

(GIRLS LAUGHING)

LISA: What is this?

(GIRLS LAUGHING)

I liked that music.

Yeah, so did they.

You like basketball?

No.

All right, well,
how'd you like to
be my assistant?

No.

(SIGHS)

Okay, listen,
I need some help.

(CHUCKLES)

I don't know how to deal
with all this girl shit.

Fifty bucks a game.

Fifty bucks? What?

There's no budget
for that.

You're getting paid.

Okay, I'll give you 10.

Twenty.

Eleven.

Eleven?

Eleven.

Fifteen.

And I get to use
the gym to work out
during practices.

You work out?

All right, we lost,
and we lost bad. Now,
part of that's my fault.

I never coached
girls' basketball before.

Aside from
my daughter's
freshmen games,

I never even watch
girls' basketball.

I didn't expect the
other teams could be
so much better.

I just thought
everyone would
kind of suck.

That's obviously
not the case.

We're behind.

We need to catch up.
We need to catch up fast,

or we're not even gonna be
able to lose our games
with any dignity.

You have a daughter?

From now on,
we're gonna run practices
mornings and afternoons.

From now on until
the end of the season,

I don't want you to
think about anything
but basketball.

I don't even
want you to dream
about anything else.

What about
schoolwork?

Yeah, all right, schoolwork.
Basketball and schoolwork.

We can't forget
about our families.

No, no,
family's important.

I'm not asking you to
take me that literally.

TAMRA: What about
global warming?
Excuse me?

The planet's dying.
It's kind of a big deal.

Yeah, don't you care?

All right,
all right.

I don't want you
to think about anything
but basketball, schoolwork...

What did you say?
Family.

Families and
global warming.
Okay? Got it?

TAMRA: I guess.

I want you to treat these
like they're your babies.

"Treat these
like your babies"

is a sexist analogy.

You should tell us
to treat them like
our pets.

You all right there, kid?
Yes, darling?

MINDY: Can we treat
them like puppies?

Like little Chihuahuas?
I want to put them
in my purse.

Well, yeah.
That sounds great.
I know.

Do you want
a little puppy food,
too, for the balls?

MINDY: Yeah!
Yeah. Yeah.

Just take them with you
wherever you go, okay?

Home, out to eat,
at the mall,

when you're
taking a dump.

But we'll look
like idiots.

No, you looked like
idiots last night.

You start taking this game
a little more seriously
and that will change.

Hey.
Hey.

What's going on?
Where's Molly?

Molly's at
Gracie's birthday party.

What?
Yeah.

What are you
talking about?
It's my day.

I tried to call you.
You really need to
get a cell phone.

No, no, no, no.

That's not how
this is supposed
to work, okay?

Okay, Bill,
just sit down.

Yeah, let's sit down
for a second.

This is my day,
Stacey, okay?

I'm not gonna take
less time than I
already have, okay?

You want to know why
she feels uncomfortable
around me?

It's because you
never pick up the
phone when I call.

You pit her
against me.
No. Calm down.

You're legally obligated
to tell me where she is.

I would think about
that if I were you.

Tell me where she is.

Whoa!

Let's go. We're leaving.
Let's get out of here.

Dad, what are you
doing here?

Come on.
We're leaving.
Let's go.

No, I just...
No, I just got here.
Let's go.

What're you hanging out
with him for? He's got
bad form. Let's go.

Let go of me!

Get in the car.
No!

Get in the car.
Get in the car right now.
Get in the car right now.

Hey. Hey,
is everything
all right here?

Everything's fine.
I'm her father.

Molly...

Hey, Molly.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Come on, Molly.
I'm sorry, okay?

Molly?

Okay, I'm gonna
open the door.

Molly, I'm opening
the door, all right?

Hey.
Hey.

I need some help.
Molly ran...

She took off.
She ran down
the fire escape

and I don't know
where she is.
No, she's okay.

God damn it.
I was worried sick
about you, young lady.

I was worried
sick about you.
Look, you go home.

You don't want
to push it.

She's really emotional...
Let me talk to her.

Don't come
in my house.

Hey, hey, hey.
She doesn't want
to talk to you.

Here we go.
Mr. Right's here.
Is everything okay?

Is everything
okay with you?

We're fine here.

Hey, get out of here,
will you? Please.

You're getting
out of line.
Yeah?

You okay?
Yeah, I'm fine.

All right.
I'm right over here.

Look at me.

Come out here.
I want to talk to you.
Billy, look at me.

Let me just
talk to her, okay?

She wants me
to call the cops.

She wants me to get
a restraining order.

What? What is she
talking about?

STACEY: Listen.
You embarrassed her.

BILL: Molly, come on.
Let me talk to you
for a sec.

You should go home.

Molly, come...

What are you willing to do
to win this game?

Anything?

Anything, huh? Gee.

Would you follow her?
Come here.

Go ahead, now, push me.

No balance, right?

No.

I want you to set
a wide base.

I want you to keep
low on that defense,
you understand?

Get your arm out.
Be the boss!

This is our house.

And you're the home team.

'Cause we got
a whole crowd of
people out there

waiting to see
what's gonna happen.

They didn't come
in here to see us...
See you guys have fun,

or get along as a team,
or any of that
other bullshit.

They came to see
their school kick ass!

That's the only thing
that's gonna make them
want to come back,

so let's get out there

and let's give them
what they want,
all right?

Whose house is it?

Our house?

Whose house?

ALL: Our house.

Whose house?

ALL: Our house!

I can't hear you!
Whose house?

ALL: Our house!

Whose house?
Our house!

Whose house?
Our house!

That's right!
Is there anything
you'd like to add?

Donna? Would you like
to say something?

Oh. (CHUCKLES)

You know, I remember
when I was a girl,

my father,
he would take me out
to shoot hoops,

and I wasn't very good
at it, but he always
said to me,

"Donna, I think you should
stop playing basketball..."

Okay, that's enough.
That's good. That's good.
That's good.

Let's go.

Let's get out there.

Let's go!

(WHISTLES)

Nice.

TERRY: Tamra!
Tamra! Tamra!

Chargers!

I brought this for you.

What is it?

It's a burrito.
I thought you could
document our downfall.

Abbie, I'm open.

(CROWD CHEERING)

BILL: Get back!

LISA: I'm open!

She's open!
Give it to her!

KATHY: Lisa!

BILL: Give it to her!
She's open! Give it to her!

What are you doing?
What the hell
are you doing?

What are you thinking?

LISA: Tamra.
ABBIE: Tamra, post up!

Timeout. Timeout.
Timeout. Timeout.

Come on, come on.

What are you guys
doing out there?
What are you doing?

Tamra, you got to stay
tight on that big girl
under the bucket. Come on!

She's scoring
all the points
for her team.

What do you mean,
"big girl"?

What?
Do you mean fat?

Are you
calling her fat?

Look, just because
someone's big, it doesn't
mean they're fat.

Okay, I didn't say
she was fat.

No, but you called her big.
It's the same thing.

Jesus Christ,
who gives a shit?

See, that's the attitude
that causes girls to have
eating disorders.

Yeah.
Yeah.

What do you want me
to call her?

Her name is Cindy.

Why don't you
try that?

Okay, fine.
Good.

Can you stay tight
on Cindy?

Is that okay with you?
Yeah.

Is that okay
with you guys?
Yeah. Thanks.

Yeah.
Thank you.

She can't shoot
from outside,

so let's make them
shoot it outside, okay?

Okay.
Okay. Let's go.

(WHISTLE BLOWING)
TERRY: Chargers!

BILL: Come on, team.
Good hustle.
Let's go, let's go!

Pass it to Kathy!

I'm open! I'm open!
Kathy's open,
pass it to her!

Pass it!

(BUZZER SOUNDING)

What's the
matter with you?
Kathy was open.

At least it was close.

What is she doing here?

Just be nice, okay?

Hey.

Hey. Sit down.

Thanks.

So, where are you
from anyway, Kathy?

Arizona.

Yeah? Why'd you
move to Indiana?

My mom and I were looking
for a place with a little
more racial hostility.

(SCOFFS)
And where's your dad?

California.

What's he doing there?

He plays for
the Lakers.

No, he doesn't.

Which one is he?

The Mexican one.

MINDY: Wait, which one's
the Mexican one?

WENDY: Shut up, Mindy.

You shut up.
I wasn't talking.

So?
You're so hopeless.

I gotta go.

Is that her
little brother?

(GIRLS LAUGHING)

Where were you tonight?
We had our first
home game, remember?

Oh, shoot.

Did you forget
or something?

I'm really sorry, Abbie.
Did you win?

No.

Well, I made you
this mix.

You did?

Do you want
to listen to it?

Sure.

All right.

Thanks.

(RAP MUSIC PLAYING)

(CHUCKLES)

You're a good dancer.

Thank you.

Wow.

It's so good!

It is.

I think
we should kiss.

CHEERLEADERS: Go, Warriors!

(ALL CHEERING)

BILL: Get in position!
Let's go!

I'm open. Tamra!

CHEERLEADERS: Let's go!

Nice pass. Let's go.
Good try. Foul!
Come on! Come on, man!

DONNA: It's all right,
Chargers. Let's go.

BILL: Get on them.
Get on them!

Ow!

This ain't hockey.
Where'd you find
these girls?

CHEERLEADERS: Come on,
Warriors. Take that shot.

DONNA: Grabbing
on her shirt!
BILL: Come on!

What the hell
are you doing?
Call it!

(WHISTLE BLOWS)

It's about time.

Lay off.
Got a problem?

Do you?

DONNA: Come on, Chargers!

(COUGHS) Spic!
Don't miss, wetback.

TERRY: That's okay.
That's okay.

Hey, did you hear
about the Mexican
who went to college?

No.
Yeah, me neither.

(GIRLS LAUGHING)

BILL: Kathy,
what're you doing?
What did you say to her?

Nothing.
BILL: Kathy.

I don't know what
you're talking about.
Got something to say?

I didn't say anything.
Why don't you say it out loud

so I can hear you?
You must be hearing things.

Can you repeat that?
You have a hearing problem.

'Cause I can't hear you.
I didn't say anything.

You're talking a lot
of trash right now.
You know that?

Say it again.
Go ahead!

Hey, hey. Hey,
can you help me out?

You've got balls, right?

Can you help me out?
Say it again.

Can you help me out
with your player?

What's going on?
What happened?

They called her a spic!

They what?

They called her a spic!

Okay, that's
just tactics.

You can't listen
to that shit.

That's the oldest
trick in the book.

I heard your coach
was a dishwasher.

Beat her ass.

(WHISTLE BLOWING)

Right, you guys...
Come on!

Shame on you.

ABBIE: Guys, get off!
Wendy, stop pulling
her hair!

Hey. What's up?

Please don't make me
go back out there, Coach.

I'm not gonna make you
go back out there,
don't worry.

I hate it here.

Everyone's so
fricking white.

Yeah. I know.

No offense.

None taken.

You want to know
something funny?

Yeah, I love funny shit.
Tell me.

I've never even
been to Mexico.

Probably wouldn't
fit in there either.

Listen, you know,
kids are stupid.

Yeah, but it's not
just the kids.

Well, you know,
people are stupid.

It starts in childhood
and then continues
all the way to death.

I let everybody down.

No, you didn't.
No, you didn't.

I just walked out
on a game.

WENDY: Hey.

Sorry, you guys.

Yeah. Lisa punched
someone in the face.

What?

Yeah.
Here. Here.

Are you serious?

You all right?

Yeah, are you?

Yeah.

Did we forfeit?
It got really
rough out there.

Yeah, we forfeited.

And their spirits are down,
so I think we need to...

You need to do
something for them.

You know...
Like what?

We're gonna be
passing places
to eat.

Maybe you could take
them out for dinner.

I don't have any money.

You don't have
any money?

No, I can't take them.
No. What am I gonna...

Okay, I'll pay for it,
but, you know,

you're gonna
have to pay me back.

You should try
dipping your
french fries

in your milkshake.
Okay, that's disgusting.

I thought I was
the only one who did that.
It's really good.

You should try it.
Let me try that.

How about
an onion ring?

No, that's gross.
No, that is so disgusting.

What, are you like...
You got a rulebook
or something?

BILL: Tight on her, Abbie.

All right, come on!
Come on! Don't let
her score.

ABBIE: Come on, keep it up!
Keep it up!
Don't let her score!

Hands up!
Don't let her
make that shot!

DONNA: All right,
Chargers, let's go.

ABBIE: Come on, guys.
BILL: All right, come on!

Get it back, girls.
Get it back.

That's what I'm
talking about! Yeah!

Abbie, foul. Foul.
Stop the clock.

No, I'm not gonna
foul her. No.
Stop the clock.

Come on! No!
Stop the clock!

All right,
that's good. Good.

All right. Timeout, timeout.
Bring it in, bring it in.

You don't ever
contradict me.

If I tell you to do
something, you do it,
you understand me?

All right, when that girl
misses her free throws,

Abbie's gonna take
the ball down court
and look for the clear shot.

Wendy, I want you
to set a pick at
the three-point line.

Set it hard.

Kathy's gonna cut off
the screen and go
backdoor, understand?

Go for the lay-up.
Bring it in.

What about Wendy?

What about Wendy?

She's gonna be wide open
on the three-point line.

Yeah?

Everybody's going to be
expecting Kathy to take
the last shot, so...

Wendy can make it.
I've seen her do it.

You can make it, right?

Yeah.

Okay. Everybody's gonna
be expecting Kathy to
take the last shot.

Wendy's gonna be free
after she sets the pick.

Abbie, you get the ball
to her right away.

Wendy, don't miss!

What if she does miss?
What?

Well, what if she does?
You just put more
pressure on her.

You should say,
"Try not to miss."

Something encouraging.

Tamra, shut up.

You're gonna make it,
you understand?

All right, everybody
bring it in. Let's go.

"Go, fight, win" on three.
One, two, three.

Go! Fight! Win! Yeah!
ALL: Go! Fight! Win!

Let's go.
Get out there.

(WHOOPS) Yeah!
BILL: All right.

Box out, Tam-Tam!

(CROWD EXCLAIMING)

Go, Wendy.
I know what you want.
Come on. Go.

(WHISTLE BLOWS)

(CROWD CHEERING)

It's as easy as that!

That's what I'm
talking about.

That's what I'm
talking about. Yeah!

How do you girls
feel right now?
Great!

Good.
Yeah?

How'd you like to
feel like that every day
for the rest of the season?

You played
a good game tonight,

but none of you
played your best.

Are you kidding?

Hey, we just won.
What more do you want?

I want you
to keep winning.
It's a good start.

Let's go. Let's get
in the locker room.

That was good.

Did you see your
dad cheering for you?
He was like...

I don't think anyone
at the game missed it,
thank you very much.

And the red pants.

Hey.

Oh, hey.

Thanks.
Good game last night.

How funny was Tamra's dad
at the game last night?

He was so funny!

Tam-Tam, box out!

Tam-Tam!

DONNA: Okay, Chargers!
WOMAN: Go, Chargers!

(WOMAN WHOOPING)

Hey, Bill, where you been?
Game's about to start.

I can't...
I can't do it.

What do you mean
you can't do it?

You see that girl
on the Van Hunt team,
number three?

That's my daughter,
and she hates me.

She hasn't spoken
to me in two weeks.

I can't coach
against her.

(SCOFFS)

What do you mean?
You can't just leave.

Come on.
You gotta be a man.

I can't do that
to my daughter.

She may be your daughter,
but those are your girls
out there.

Go, Chargers!
Go, Lisa!

TERRY: Go, Chargers!

(CHEERING)

Go, Tam-Tam!

(BUZZER SOUNDING)

Tamra, post up.

Come on, girls,
box out! Come on!

Timeout. Timeout.

BILL: Um...

Are you okay, Coach?

Yeah, I'm...

I mean, tell us
what to do. Come on.
We can win this.

Okay, Molly, I want you
to watch number three.

Molly?
Who's Molly?

Abbie, I want you to
watch number three.

She can't go left,
and you might be able

to get a couple
more turnovers, okay?

I want you two to
set a trap, okay?

Are you sure
you're okay?

Yeah.
You sure?

Let's bring it in.

ALL: Go! Fight! Win!

TERRY: Yeah!
Go, Chargers!
Let's go, girls.

Here we go, Abbie.
Keep it going,
keep it going!

Hey!

(WHISTLE BLOWS)
(CROWD EXCLAIM)

You apologize to
that girl right now.
No!

You apologize
to her right now!
Get lost!

Stay out of this.
Stay out of this.

Don't make a scene, okay?
Don't talk to me like that.

You shut up!
And you're a loser!
I hate you!

So, that was your
daughter, right?

Yeah. Yeah.

What...
What did you do to her?

What did I do to her?

I mean, what...
I didn't do anything to her.

Well, why does she
hate you so much?

Her mother
brainwashed her.

What did you do
to her mother?

Nothing.

Well, we think you
should take her to see
a counselor or something.

(LAUGHS)

Is that what you think?

Well, I think
it would help.

(EXHALES)

We don't need
any help, okay?

It really helped me
and my dad after our
parents got divorced.

Yeah, it helped me
and my dad, too.

Whatever.

A therapist helped me
stop confusing issues
with my mom

with issues from my
father's abandonment.

Jesus Christ!

Is everybody here
from a broken home?

My parents are
still together, Coach.

But they hate
each other.

(GRUNTS)

(BLOWS RASPBERRY)

(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)

(ALL LAUGHING)

(MUSIC PLAYING ON STEREO)

(MUSIC STOPS)

(DANCE MUSIC PLAYING)

That's ridiculous.

DONNA: ...but I'll
come back when you
draw it.

Hey.

Hey.

You want some popcorn?

No. Thank you.

Can I ask you
something?

Sure.

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

Do you like women?

Who told you that?

No one.

That's none of
your business.

I'm sorry.

Well, it's nothing
to be ashamed of
if I did, either.

When did you first know?
I mean, if you did.

(SIGHS)

Attraction is chemical.

You feel something
for someone,

your body just
lets you know.

Sometimes before
your mind accepts it.

Why?

You think
you might be...

Oh, I don't think so.

Is that
Wendy's boyfriend?

Yeah.

WENDY: I don't know
what you're talking
about.

JOEL: What about
the text you sent me?

What about that text?

Hi, Coach.
(CLEARS THROAT)

Hey, Wendy.
Who's your friend?

Hey. Joel.
Nice to meet you.

You know
she's 16, right?

Seventeen, actually.

Yeah. Whatever.
You're still too young.

Hey, it's not
like that.

Yeah? What's it like?

Oh, you want
to know, huh?

Yeah. She's
wearing a retainer.
You know that.

Stay off the
sports drinks, Coach.

Stay away
from my team.

Yeah, all right.
You coming, Wendy?

Move with the ball.
That's good.

Okay, drive it.
Drive it at me. A bit.

Nice.

You're late.

Yeah, well,
I'm here now.

We have
a new addition.

Who the hell are you?

Her name is Flor.

Can you speak English?

Not really.

Can she play?

Do cows say moo?
Great.

Well, welcome to America.
We'll get you a ball
with your name on it.

The girls want
to talk to you
about something.

Yeah? What now?
Keep the toilet seat
down or something?

The boys played
their first home game
last night,

and the girls thought that
they were treated better.

ALL: Yeah.
It's not fair.

Well, life isn't fair.
What can I say?

Adapt or menstruate,
right, Flor?

(BOTH SPEAKING IN SPANISH)

The girls want to bust
through a paper banner
like the boys.

ALL: Yeah.

And we want
an announcer, too.

And cheerleaders.

BILL: Yeah, that stuff
comes with winning games.

We have been
winning games.

You know, at least
a couple, right?
Yeah.

Yeah.
Yeah.

(BURPS)

I'll see what I can do.

I'll jot it down
on my to-do list.

(ALL CHEERING)

(GIRLS EXCLAIMING)

Oops.

It happens. Okay?
Go! Go! Go! Go! Go!

Ouch! Oops.

(LAUGHS)

LISA: What's he
doing out there?

ABBIE: I don't know.
Hey, Coach, are you okay?

Hey.
Are you okay?
What happened?

Hey.
Can you help him up?

Come on.
Do you need any help?
Did you fall?

I'm just trying
to find my... Hey!

Jesus.
Ow.

Where's my hat?

Yeah. I'm just trying
to find my keys.

I'll help you.
Are they in here?

TAMRA: What's
wrong with him?

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Here, can you stand up?
BILL: Thank you.

We got a lot of balls.
Those are our babies.

I will find my keys.
You know what?
They are not in here,

so I think that
we'll just give you
a ride home.

ABBIE: Where's the light?
Okay, come on in.

GIRLS: Ow! Ow! Ow!

Thanks, girls.
You okay?

What, did you have
a party in here
or something?

Yeah, a big party.
Let's have a party
right now.

Hey, put on some music.

ABBIE: What was
the occasion for this
little party, Coach?

What, you didn't hear?

I won Asshole
of the Year award.

I didn't know
they gave out
an award for that.

Yeah, they got awards
for everything now.

Let me guess.
Is this the trophy?

BILL: Yeah.
Isn't it gorgeous?

LISA: Were you any
good in high school?

Are you kidding me?
I was great.

Really?

I led the only team
in Plainview history
to make it to State.

Did you win?

No.

Then you couldn't have
been that good, then.

Ooh! Sassy pants!

(LAUGHS)

Somebody's a sassy pants.

Was my dad any good
at basketball?

He was good at putting
on his jockstrap.

Is this your wife?

Ex.

She's pretty.

How'd you get her
to marry you?

What am I,
a tuna fish sandwich?

What is that?
ABBIE: Coffee.

Have some.
It'll make you
feel better.

I don't want a coffee,
I want a beer.

No. No more beer, Coach.
No, you don't need
any more beer.

Take it from him.
Take it from him.

(BILL LAUGHS)

So, what, were you guys
high-school sweethearts?

Yeah, something
like that.

LISA: What happened?

Just... You know,
high school ended,
that's all.

Did you play ball
in college?

(SIGHS) Oh, no.

Why not?

It just didn't work out.

TAMRA: Well,
where'd you go?

IU. That's the man
right there.

So, you couldn't
make the team?

I could have
made the team.

I could have made
the team plenty
and then some.

I just don't understand.

I mean, if you could
have made the team,
well, why didn't you play?

He had a kid.

Is that true?

Thanks for the ride,
but I think it's time
you should go. Maybe now.

ABBIE: Well, we don't want
to leave you by yourself.

I think we'll just stay
until maybe you want to,
like, drink some water

and lie down?

BILL: Just go.

Are you sure?

KATHY: Are you sure?

ABBIE: Don't you want us
to clean up or something,
or help you out?

Just...
Just go, please, okay?

No, we're not
gonna leave.

I don't think
you're all right here
by yourself.

I'm fine, sweetheart.

Come on, let's go.

We'll see you
at practice, okay?

KATHY: See you, Coach.

ABBIE: Are you sure you
don't want us to stay?

Go.

TAMRA: Hey, you can
recycle these cans,
you know.

Get out!
Okay, okay, Coach.

(SNIFFLING)

Fuck! Fuck. Jesus!

Good morning.

What are you
doing in here?

I just thought I'd come by
and say hello, you know?

Haven't spoken much
since you started, so...

Yeah, I've been busy.

The girls are really
coming along, huh?

Tamra can't stop
talking about you.

Yeah, she's good.

They all are.
They're doing
a good job.

I know, I told you.

Yeah. Yeah.
No, you're...

What's this?
You rode your
bike today?

Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah.
I lost my keys.

(LAUGHS)

Yuck.
Yeah.

So, you find them?

Yeah, yeah,
they were under the seat.

Something...
Something you want
to say to me, or...

No. No. Guess not.
Okay. Okay.

Uh...

Just try and keep a hold
of those keys, okay?

Yeah. Yeah, yeah.
You got it, you got it.

Fuck it.

Hey. Listen, man.

(EXHALES)

I'm just gonna say it.
I think your assistant
coach is a lesbian.

What?

Yeah. (EXHALES)
Boy, that feels better.

How do you...
I mean, I don't know.

Don't, like, you know,
quote me or anything.

I'm just...
I just got a sense.

The way she moves.

Yeah. Yeah.

Her general demeanor.
She drives a bus.

Yeah.

She wears very
comfy sneakers.

I'll check her out.
I'll see...
It's gonna be fine.

Okay.
Okay.

All right.
Weird.

Great. Hey.

Hey, thanks...
Thanks, man.

All right.

Go, fight, win!

All right, who wants
to talk about what
happened last night?

Huh?

Who wants to talk about
why we lost to a team
that was shorter,

slower and less
talented than us?

Huh?

Anyone?

I see. Well,

if we're not gonna talk,
we might as well get
a little running in.

Hit the baseline.

(WHISTLE BLOWS)

Where's your sister?

MINDY: She's
at Shoes Etc.

Shoes Etc.?

Yeah. With that new guy.

JOEL: You know
how beautiful
I think you are?

Hey, party's over,
shithead. Let's go.
JOEL: Hey!

Let's go.
What are you doing here?

Didn't I tell you
she was 16?

I'm 17!
Whatever!

Coach, it's not
what you think.

You have no idea
what I think, okay?

Wendy, you're not
going anywhere.
I'm sorry.

Let's go.

You're having
private practice, huh?
Shithead!

Oh, my...
What are you doing?

Get out of my face,
asshole. He's fine.

I'm sure it happens
to him all the time.
Let's go. Let's go.

WENDY: What is
wrong with you?

I'm sure it happens
to him every day.

Did you just
throw a shoe
at me?

No. No. No. I didn't
throw anything at you.

That wasn't me.

Let's go. Come on.
Come on, let's go.

You picked a real
winner there.

What are you, jealous?

(CHUCKLES) No.

No, I'm not.
You are.

No.
You're jealous.

You're totally jealous,
you perv.

I hate to bust your
bubble, honey, but
you're not my type.

I'm moving!
I'm moving!
Go ahead!

Go ahead!

What's your type?

I like big tits
and an onion butt.

What's an onion butt?

It's an ass that
brings tears to
your eyes.

BILL: All right,
everybody,
gather around.

This is last year
Triple-A finals, okay?

(GIRLS GIGGLING)

These girls
are from schools
just like this one.

What's wrong?
What are you
laughing about?

What is it?

Gross.

Shit. You guys
are looking at my...

All right.
It's not funny.

Here you go.
Save me some of
those pizza things.

(CELL PHONE RINGING)
Okay.

Excuse me.

Hello? Hey. Yeah.
BILL: I want you to
watch this point guard.

They're really good.
You guys could be
this good.

Watch this defense.
Keeping them outside, see?

They can't penetrate.
See that?

They're really good.

LISA: What is she doing?
GIRLS: Wow!

KATHY: Did she just
take that?

LISA: What was that,
a foul?

COMMENTATOR: Wide open
underneath the bucket and...
Rattled out of there!

So are you gay,
or do you got
a fellow or what?

That's not a very
polite way of asking.

I'm sorry.
Are you a lesbian, or...

Does it matter?

Hey, I don't care.

I'm just... You know,
it's a small town.

A lot of people would
be uncomfortable knowing
that somebody like you

is hanging out with
their teenage girls.

DONNA: Do you think
they're comfortable
with you?

BILL: I'm not a... I've
never known a gay before.

I don't know how
this works. I mean...

Sure you have.
They just didn't
tell you.

Okay.

Since we're being
so honest here, you mind
if I ask you a question?

I hope you're not gonna
ask me to impregnate you,
are you?

That's cute.

No. What happened with
those boys at Culver?

Someone said something
they shouldn't have,

something about my daughter,
and I did something
I shouldn't have.

Just for saying
something about
your daughter?

I lost control,
and my players
didn't back me up.

Let's just
leave it at that.

Lisa, Kathy against Tamra,
Wendy and Flor. Let's go.

All right.

What'd I tell you girls
about putting this shit
on my court?

No!
ALL: No! No! No! No!

That's not trash!

What is it?
Barbie shit?
What is it?

That's not trash.
Open it.

What is it?

Open it.

That's very
thoughtful of you.
Thank you.

We wanted to
get you something.

Okay, back to practice.
Let's go. Come on.
Let's go, come on.

Thank you very much.
I appreciate it.

Hey, can I get a...

Can I get a pack
of Kool's? Menthol?

They're minty.

ABBIE: What makes a guy
turn into a jerk?

Why are you
asking me that?

Look, do you know
Damon Tisdale?

Yeah, the ugly guy?

Okay, he's not ugly.

Short kid?

I know. He's a point guard.
I know. He's good.

We're kind of dating

and, I don't know,
he's never been to
one of my games,

and I've been
to all of his.

Well, you know,
a kid like Damon Tisdale

is not really thinking
about the big picture
right now,

you know what I mean?

No, I don't. I mean...

I mean, you know,
he's a star athlete.

He's popular. He's got
a pretty girlfriend.

As far as he's concerned,
the sun shines
out of his ass.

Well, okay, then,
what is this big picture?

Big picture is
the rest of his life.
That's the big picture.

He's gonna be
pumping gas
in a few years.

I don't know if that's
supposed to make me
feel better or worse.

I don't even think
he's that great a player,
to be honest with you.

BILL: Mop the tears up.

Put your bras back on.
Let's go.

Stop talking about boys.
Come on. We have a job
to do.

Bring it in,
let's bring it in.
Let's go.

This is the last
game of the season.

Up until tonight,
we've won some
of our games,

lost some of our games.

This game determines
whether or not we have
a winning season

or a losing season,

and that determines
if we get to go to
the sectionals or not.

You know what?

I don't really give
a shit, because...

What?

This has been
a good one for me, and...

So just go out there,
and, you know,
do the best you can.

I mean, you know,
try to win.

(GIRLS LAUGHING)

Are you drunk?

I'm not drunk at all.
I'm serious.

I want you to win.
But don't think
that that's not...

Hey, wait a minute.

Don't think that
that's not important,
not to win, okay?

You know what I mean?
Okay, I'm not...

Yeah, hold on a second.
Hold on, hold on.

(GIRLS EXCLAIMING)

(CROWD CHEERING)

(WHOOPING)

One, two, three!

ALL: Go! Fight! Win!

Get back.
Let's get back.

TERRY: Go, Chargers!

Come on, defense, girls.

LISA: Tamra, box out!

That's okay.
That's okay.

All right!

TERRY: Tam-Tam!

Hey! What's up?
What are you
doing here?

Nice room.

Thank you.

In your garage.

I know,
isn't it cool?

Yeah, we had
our last game tonight.

We won, FYI.
We're going to
the sectionals.

That's great.

What were you doing?
I mean, I always
make it to your games...

I know.
...and you've never
even come to one yet.

I... I forgot.

Yeah. Look, Damon,
I like you, you know.

You're really cute.
You're a good kisser.

Thank you. Yeah,
I like you, too.

But I just don't
think you're seeing
the big picture here.

What do you mean?

What do you want to
do with the rest of
your life, Damon?

What do I want to do?
Be on reality television.

(CHUCKLES)

Right. All right.

Goodbye, Damon.

Where are you going?

What's wrong
with reality TV?

Everything okay?

Everything's fine, yeah.

Can I get you
anything else?
Another Coke?

What is that,
the orange drink
they're having?

Oh, that's
the Wallaby Darned.

Oh, yeah?

It's our most
popular drink.

Crikey! All right,
I'll have...
You want one?

Yeah, why not?
I'm celebrating
tonight, so...

Oh, yeah?
What's the occasion?

End of my first season
as coach of
the Lady Chargers.

(GASPS) You coach
girls' basketball?
Yeah.

That is so cute.
I used to play.

Were you good?

I was okay, yeah.
Not bad.

I bet you were.

Man, I bet they love
having you as a coach, huh?

They're okay. I don't know
if they like me so much
all the time, but...

No, I bet
they love you.

(LAUGHS NERVOUSLY)

Well, I will bring you
that Wallaby Darned.

All right, thanks.

You almost done?

I feel great.
Great.

These are delicious!

They are, yeah. You...

Good day!

Yeah, okay.
All right.

Maybe I'll get
another one of
these babies.

How about some
coffee, Coach?

Is that a hint?

Maybe. I'm gonna
go get that.

You know
what'd be fun...

No, no, no, don't...
Leave it, leave it.

Please leave it.

Let me help you.
I'm sorry.
Somebody will get it.

I was just gonna ask you
if you wanted to maybe
go somewhere else

and have one of
these with me.

No, but thank you.

I didn't mean
to grab you there.

I was just
trying to...
It's fine.

...get your attention.

Here's your check.
I'll be back.

I'm sorry. I shouldn't
have asked you out.
That was probably...

Fuck!

(TIRES SCREECHING)

(POLICE SIREN WAILING)

Shit.

Okay, move it.

(INAUDIBLE)

Hey.

Oh. Sweetie,
what are you doing here?

What are you doing here?
What happened?

I made a mistake, honey.
I made a bad decision.

Oh, my God!

Girls, what are you
doing here?

Why weren't you
at practice?

I got fired.

We heard.

How the hell are
we gonna play in the
sectionals without you?

You're gonna be fine.
You got Donna.

MINDY: No, Donna
doesn't know anything
about basketball.

To us, you're
still the coach,

so you better start
thinking of a plan.

Okay?
And fast.

Let's go.
Here.

What's this?

It's the tapes from
all the games I've been
taping over the season.

See you around.

I mean,
it's a federal offense.
Did you know that?

You can't sell
your prescriptions.

You just can't.
They're yours.

Okay? You take them
for a reason.

I want to finish
the season.

Forget it.

You want me
to say please?

I don't care what
you say, all right,
Bill? You blew it.

Let me go to the
sectionals, Terry.

I said you blew it!

Come on, man.
Let me just...

You broke my
daughter's heart!

You broke all
their hearts.

I'm sorry.

Get out.

Hey, girls.

I just wanted
to take a moment

before we head
to the sectionals
tomorrow morning.

I know you're nervous.
I am, too.

But just remember,
we're a team.

That's not something
anyone can ever
take away from us.

Now, I've never been
part of a team before,

and at my age, it wasn't
something I was expecting
to ever happen.

So, I want to thank you
for giving that to me.

My whole life,
I've felt apart
from other people.

I don't feel apart
from you girls.

And no matter what
happens tomorrow,

I'll always be
proud of you.

DONNA: Go, Chargers!

(ALL LAUGHING)
GIRLS: Go, Chargers!

Wait a minute.
Wait a minute.

We can win.
We can win.
We can win!

Set a trap.

MAN: Get off the road,
you moron!

Shut up!

DONNA: Everyone ready?

No.

Are you serious,
you guys?

The game hasn't even started
and you're already sitting
here like we just lost!

I mean, come on!

Have you realized how much
we've accomplished this year?

I mean, we're
a winning team, guys!

That's cool!
And I know Bill
isn't here,

but we were
the ones on the court
winning those games,

each and every
one of them,
all by ourselves!

With our talent
and our skills
and our minds, right?

And if Bill was here,
he wouldn't let us
sit around and mope, right?

Am I right?

Yes.
Yeah.

Si.

I said am I right?

ALL: Yeah!

Oh, my God.
Whose house is this?

ALL: Our house!

Get up. Get up! I said,
whose house is this?

ALL: Our house!

Our house!
That's right!

Go! Come on.
Let's go, let's go!

KATHY: Abbie, get your
head in the game. Focus.

DONNA: Come on, girl!

BOY: Hate the Chargers!

No!
Come on!

Hey, chica.

Can I see your
green card?

ABBIE: Kathy, I'm open!

(WHOOPS)

Hey!

(PANTING)

Coach!

Coach, is that you?

Yeah. We can win!

ABBIE: What are
you doing here?

Why are you
so sweaty?

I rode my bike.

GIRLS: We missed you!
We missed you!

We don't have a lot of time.
We don't have a lot of time.

I think you can
beat these girls

if you switch your defense
to a full-court press.

These girls,
they're healthy, you know?
They're tall and healthy,

but they're not
good ball handlers.

I want two defenders on
the ball at all times.

Keep them flustered,
and they'll lose
their cool.

You got it?
Stay on them!

All right,
we got it.

Double-team them. Let's go.
What are you waiting for?

What are you waiting for?
Let's go! Come on!
Come on! Go!

Come on. Come on.

Double-team them. Yeah!
Double-team them?

Tell them to set the trap.
Keep them in the trap.

Trap?
BILL: Set a trap.

Trap.
I need a cigarette.

You gotta go.

What do you mean?

What do you mean,
"What do I mean"?
It's my team!

Come on, guys.
Come on.

Bill.

I like the shirt.

Yeah. I know
you're being sarcastic.

We won!

You're kidding me.
That's great!

No, no, no. We won!

We won 52 to 50!

All right!
It's good, huh?

Yeah!
Yeah!

What? Are you kidding me?
She was nailed!
Can you hear me?

Billy. Hey, Billy. Hi.

Hey, hey.
How you doing?

How are you?
I'm okay.

Why don't you come
sit with us?

Is that okay with
Mr. Perfect over there?

He's not perfect.
Come on.

Come on, ref,
that was a foul!

BILL: That guy's an idiot.

She's gonna be
heartbroken.

Listen, tell her she
played a hell of a game,
will you?

Will you tell her that?

Yeah.

She really did.

BILL: All right, everybody.
Huddle up. Huddle up.

Come on, come on.

All right, now, listen.
I've seen this team play,
and they're all D,

which is easy to get
around if you look
for the open shot.

You guys seen Hoosiers?

I want you to pass
the ball four times
before you shoot.

What's the most
beautiful, beautiful
play in basketball?

Does anybody know?
Dribbling?

Scoring?
Passing.

That's right, passing.
Do you know why?

Because it binds you
together as a team, okay?

Remember, it's not
whether you win or lose,

it's who's afraid
to play you next time.

Let's go.
One, two, three.
One, two, three.

ALL: Go! Fight! Win!

Yeah! Look them
in the eye!

What's going on?

They're double-teaming Kathy.
What should we do?

Okay, that's okay,
that's okay. Wendy
and Lisa are open,

so tell them to set
the pick and roll.

Okay.

And tell Tamra to
get those offensive
rebounds and chin it.

Chin it when she gets
those offensive rebounds.
Are we winning?

Good game. Good game.

Hey, what happened?

We're going to
the finals tomorrow!

Hey! You're going to
the finals? All right!

Who are we playing?
Who are we playing?

It doesn't matter.

Who?
Prairie Hill.

Prairie. Shit.
No kidding.

I'm going. I'm going.
I'm going. I'm going. Okay.

Hey, hey.

Call me. I'll meet you
in the parking lot.

All right.
Good, Coach.

ABBIE: Are you sure
he's coming?

Are you ready?
Coach!

Coach!
Let's go!

Okay.
We were waiting for you.

Let's go!

So, what's the plan?

I don't know.
I'm not sure yet.
I don't know.

You better come up
with one quick.

We're gonna be there
in half an hour.

Okay. I'm working on it.

How do you expect to sneak
by Tamra's dad without him
recognizing you?

I have an idea.

What? What is it?
Yeah? Yeah?

What is it?
It's good.

You're gonna hate it,
but you're gonna do it.

(DANCE MUSIC PLAYING)

Ladies and gentlemen,
welcome to the 2008
Class 3A

Noble County
Sectional Finals.

(CROWD CHEERING)

Today's game will be
the Plainview Lady Chargers

against the Prairie Hill
Lady Huskers.

And now, here are
the Plainview Lady Chargers!

At guard, number 10,
Abbie Miller!

At guard, number three,
Lisa Robinson!

At forward, number 14,
Wendy Waggler!

At forward,
number 21, Kathy Rias!

At center, number 50,
Tamra Schemerhorn!

Here is
the starting lineup

for your Prairie Hill
Lady Huskers.

Do you think that
anybody noticed me?

Notice you?
I think everyone
noticed you.

Hey.
TAMRA: Hey.

I saw your game
the other night.

Really?

You looked good
out there.

What? Tam-Tam,
what's that?

Shit!

It's all right.
It's all right,
Tam-Tam.

Pass the ball, girls.
Pass it! Pass that ball.

Lisa!

(WHOOPING)

Get back, get back.

DONNA: Back it up!

Tamra, pull the screen!

God... God damn it!
Watch it.

God damn it!

I'm sorry.

It's okay.

DONNA: Focus, Tamra!
KATHY: Tamra!

Tell them to drive it.
Drive it. Drive it!

Okay, drive it!
Drive it!

Okay! Let's go, Chargers.
Move that ball.

ABBIE: Take the three!

Yeah! Chargers! Chargers!
Chargers! Chargers!

ABBIE: Tamra...
DONNA: Rebound!

BILL: Pass the ball.
DONNA: Pass that ball!

Yeah! Chargers!
Chargers! Chargers!
Chargers!

ABBIE: Wendy, hands up!
Hands up!

BILL: You gotta be
kidding me!

Timeout! Timeout!
Bill...

Call a timeout.
Call a timeout.

Call a timeout.

It's over.
Look over your shoulder.

Bill...

Terry, you're
killing me, man.
Just let me stay.

It's that simple.
All you got...

I can't let you stay,
you know that.

Come on, man!
We're not gonna do this here.

Come on.
Go.

It's almost over.
Let me just stay.

Come on.

Girls, I need a better
second half from you girls.
You understand?

Please.
Kathy, I want you
to stay in control,

you understand me?
Tamra...
Please, sir.

Tamra, what's going on?
You gotta focus!

Focus!

Thank you.
Thank you.
Good move.

Fuck!

You guys know
where there's a phone?
A phone booth?

Down the hall,
to the right.

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

Hello?

Hey! Tell Tamra to
guard that girl closer.
What the hell's going on?

Bill? Where are you?

Never mind where I am!
Tell Tamra to play
tighter defense,

and tell everyone to
pass the ball more!

Timeout!

Hello? Hello?

Bill just called.
He's watching,

and he's not happy
with what he's seeing.

Tamra, you need to
play tighter defense.

You're making it
too easy for that girl
to score on you,

and everyone needs
to pass the ball more.

Where is he?

I have no idea.

BILL: Oh, come on.
Come on. Come on.

Call a timeout!

Call a timeout!
Call a timeout.

Timeout.

Ask Tamra what
the hell is going on!

He wants to know
what's going on.

Why is she letting
that girl score
all over her?

Why aren't you
guarding that
girl more?

Huh?

Is something wrong?

What's going on?
What's going on?

I'm getting this vibe.

See, I feel
funny around her,
and I feel something.

Talk to me.
What's happening?

She's feeling
this vibe.

What? What do you
mean a vibe?

What's a vibe?
What do you mean?

She thinks she might
have a crush on her.

Oh.

Oh. Okay. All right,
well, then, if that's
the only problem,

tell her to switch
opponents with Kathy,
that's all.

Just tell her to...

Good luck with that.

AUTOMATED VOICE:
Please deposit 25 cents.

Oh, man! Come on!

Hey.

Hey.

What are you
doing here?

What am I doing here?

Yeah, I guess this looks
pretty weird, huh?

You played a hell of
game the other day.

Thanks.

How's your algebra
coming along?

It's okay.

You have any change
or anything?

You wouldn't happen
to have a quarter?

Here.

Thanks.

Hey, Molly,

I'm really sorry about...

The game's almost over.

Okay.

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

Call a timeout as
soon as you can, okay?

Where are you?

I'm around.

Wait a minute! You!

Timeout!

Put me on speakerphone.

Okay.

GUARD: He's at the door!

BILL: Now, listen to me
carefully. Look in each
other's eyes.

And you know that feeling
you're feeling right now?

It ain't gonna get
better than that.

So, Kathy, you've got
one of the best jump
shots I've ever seen.

It's beautiful, just
keep firing them up there,
okay, kid?

And if they start
to double-team her,

look for Wendy
and Lisa, okay?

Because they can hit
everything they take
from here on out.

And, Tamra,
I'm counting on you
to get those rebounds.

Hey!
No!

I don't want them getting
any second chances.

Yeah, got it.

Abbie, you're
the leader on the court.
You got great instincts.

Trust them, use them.
Don't lose your cool.

Got it.

Mindy, I like you.
You got spunk.

Even though you
didn't get to play,

I think you got a lot
of heart, and you're
a big part of this team.

Flor, I'm really
glad your parents

crossed the border
to come over to Indiana.

You learn English
and you'll be a starter
next year. Now, listen.

I want you to leave it
all out there tonight,
you understand?

Don't pace yourself.
Leave your heart on
the court, you hear me?

I love you girls.

Go kick some ass.
On three.

One, two, three!

Go! Fight! Win!
GIRLS: Go! Fight! Win!

Hey!

Dad! Dad!

There's a door all
the way down at the end
that you can get in. Go!

CROWD: Defense!
Defense! Defense!

Rebound!

I'm open!

Let's go, Kathy!

CROWD: Three, two, one!

(BUZZER SOUNDING)

(SOBBING)

It's okay. It's okay.

We were so close.

I've been where
you are, you know?

And this isn't
your last shot.

It's not your last shot.

I let everybody down.
I'm so sorry.

Come on,
I want you to get up now.

Come here. Come here.
Everybody come here.
Come over here!

You played great.

BILL: Come on,
let's get off the court.
Get off the court.

Hey, hey.
Huddle up. Huddle up.

I want you to go in there
and shake their hands, okay?

Keep your chin up.
Hey, Kathy,
keep your chin up.

There's gonna be
a lot of shit that blows
through your lives.

There's gonna be
a lot of adversity,
you know?

It's only gonna
make you stronger.

You guys played a great game.
Each and every one of you.

I want you to feel good.

You're gonna feel
like shit for a long time,
you understand?

But you did good today.
Look at me. Look at me,
everybody.

I'm real proud of you.
You've come a long way.

Now, go shake hands
with them, okay?

Make it quick.

Hey. Hey, man.

Those guys really
want to arrest you.

They should.
They should arrest you.

Wearing those pants.

Maybe you should talk to...
You want to talk to Tamra?

I think she's got
some stuff on her mind.

About basketball?

Yeah, and other shit.

Hey, tell the girls
I'll see them later, okay?

Hey. Hey.

Hey.

Thanks for the help
back there.

Sure.

Hey, can I get
my cell phone?

Oh, yeah.
There you go. Thanks.

Yeah, sure.

So, good game.

Thanks.

Yeah, those girls
really seem to like you.

Yeah, they're okay.

How you getting home?

I borrowed Mom's car.

Oh.

Okay.
Mmm-hmm.

You think I could
get a ride?

Sure.

You know,
you really should
get a cell phone.

Yeah, I'm thinking about it.
I'm thinking about it.

Someone might need to, like,
get a hold of you sometime.

Yeah. Yeah.

(EXHALES)

That's a good point.

(DO IT AGAIN PLAYING)

Go, go, go, go!

Oh, my God.

Go, Chargers! Go! Go!

You know that
Billie Jean King
is not a golfer, right?

How many times
I gotta say
sorry, honey?

Molly, other door.

Where the hell
are you going?

Are you the boyfriend
or the...

I mean, are you the man
or the woman in the thing?

(LAUGHING)

For real.
You never really
answered the question.

Do you ever stop?

(LAUGHING)

(ALL CHEERING)