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OK, thank you again

for tuning in to the
NC Research Triangle

Park Junior Varsity Finals.

I've been Jimmy Clemens, and
thanks to my loyal listeners

at WFH radio.

The last play in a tight
match between local rivals

with Plymouth down 14
to 7, it comes down

to one final defensive
stop for Park View.

Or can quarterback Jaylen Ward
save the day for his team?

Boy, oh, boy, does
this kid have a cannon.

Brooks leaps up and
grabs the interception.

Brooks is at the
40, the 30, the 20.

Brooks could take this one
to the house as time expires.

Judas Priest, it's a touchdown!

Park View holds on
to their lead to win.

Big time play--
emphasis on big time.

RTP League JV
bragging rights remain

on Park View's side today.

And again, believe
it or not, that

was not NFL quarterback Asante
Samuel's talent you just saw.

Those grades belong to
Riley Brooks, who celebrates

the big win with her teammates.

Park View, Park
View, Park View, Park View!

- Bro, I told
you she had me on lock.

Better wish your daddy
and your UNC Heisman

trophy chance goodbye.

Dad, Eli, one sec.

Still changing.

- 2-1 corners
don't grab pics like that.

You want to put those
soft hands on me?

Stay in your lane,
you little dyke.

- Hey,
Ri, you still in there?

Ri, can I come in?

It's party time.

I bet Cole's claimed
a whole pizza by now.

Did that Plymouth
receiver come in here?

I'm going to kill him.

- It wasn't
the receiver this time.

- Is
your fam still here?

Come on.

Let me walk you.

On a deserted island,

you'd really choose
concealer over blush?

- Yeah.

You know, got to
cover my dark spots in

that relentless tropical sun.

- OK.

That's it.

- I got to go check on her.
- Oh, wait.

There she is.

- Hey.

What took you so long, champ?

- I'm
going to skip the party.

- When we
get home, how about a Single

Suitors marathon?

I hear it's the most
soul-stirring season yet.

- Did
something happened again, Ri?

- No.

I'm fine.

I'm just tired.

- I
hate you changing alone.

- We'll
talk to the athletic director,

make some changes
for next season, OK?

- Maybe
there won't be a next season.

On
the next Single Suitor,

Jordan has found his
one and only true love.

And that love could be
Julie, Christy, Sally, Emily.

- How
can you still watch this?

Is the most soul-stirring season
of glorified polygamy yet?

- Riley
Jasmine Brooks-- car, now.

I told you to wear
the other dress.

- For another
year of bougie grooming?

Does it matter?

OK, we're late.

Let's go.

Tyler, sweetie,
which applications

are on the docket today?

Harvard, Princeton, Yale.

Hello?

Big three or bust.

- OK, well,
remember what your counselor

said about describing
how you couldn't

imagine yourself anywhere else.

Welcome, Cohort A, to another
season of learning and service.

Our lead moms will be
passing out white roses

to our returning young women.

Young women, you
will kindly offer

these roses to give our
strapping new knights

a warm S&S welcome.

We have members joining
us from a collection

of the area's best.

First, we have Riley
Brooks welcoming Plymouth

prep junior William Tate.

- You
bowing for a curtsy,

bowing out of football--

consistent.

You know, my boy Jaylen still
talks about your soft hands.

Riley Jasmine!

What happened?

What's wrong?

- Besides
the fact that I'm trapped

in this coffin of a dress?

Honey, we can clean you up,

and you can just go
right back inside.

I thought you wanted this.

Tyler did it, and Grandma
Nancy is so pleased.

This was my Black
community growing up here.

And you finally have
a pool of handsome

Black vetted gentlemen.

Vetted gentlemen?

Right.

Even if Grandma
corrects Dad on what

spoon to use every
Christmas, none of these guys

could hold a candle to him.

I can't keep up this charade.

Riley, you cannot quit

another after school activity.

- It's
not like me quitting

football wasn't your idea.

I'm going to rideshare home.

Your lead mother duties call.

Welcome to the 100th annual
Park View preseason scrimmage!

So
after Park View's struggles

last season, athletic
director Mike

Davis brought in
Coach Devon Peterson

from Arbor Way Military Prep.

- Pro
left, tight Z out, all right?

Run it sharp.

Let's go.

Out to Abelson?

Original.

Playing 19!

Playing 19.

Check out.

Strong Arm Cole

Stephens rolls to his right
and launches a bullet.

Oh, but Abelson drops
it in the end zone.

Jeez.

If the ball touches your
hands, you better catch it.

- You got to
run that out route sharper.

Look, the only way

to get there in time
for the ball is you

got to run your route sharper.

OK?
Well, get to it in practice.

- Tough
fought scrimmage.

We'll get 'em once
the season starts.

Gentlemen, three big claps

for AD Davis' support.

Take a knee.
Helmets off.

Let's go.

We will not forget this guy.

- No.

But we'll move past it.

Understood?

- Understood.

- Understood.

- Now, we, we
have a very unique opportunity

this season, gentlemen.

Everyone can speculate about
us winning the championship.

But I promise you, we
have put in the work.

We've put in the time,
the effort, the energy.

And we've done it as
a unit, as a family.

Park View has not seen this
level of talent in decades.

I'm telling you, it's
our championship to lose.

Years from now, most of you will
be running businesses, starting

social media apps, whatever.

Maybe not you.

But football will be
a distant memory--

gone.

For once, I'm telling you, do
not think about the future.

Live right now.

Because you have a
chance to enshrine

yourself on your school's
100th year anniversary.

- One shot.

- Your
name on a championship trophy

beside all the other Park
View champions forever.

I don't know about you,
but I want that trophy.

We're going to get it.

So next week, we start
tackling stations.

Captain, call us up.

Park View on three--

1, 2, 3!

- Park View!

- Hey, listen,
we finally have a legit coach

to take us all the way.

When are you going to start
taking this seriously?

- When
are you going to grow up?

- Wow.

You realize I have to collect
all the balls after games?

- Oh, no.

Did you realize I have to get
tackled in pads for 48 minutes

while carrying this
team on my back?

Go get the ball.

- OK.

They call me unusual.

And that's all right.

What are they?

Typical.

Oh, Judas Priest!

Judas Priest on you.

- Thanks.

Actually, could

you bring that down for me?

I'm Paige.

I transferred from LA.

- Louisiana?

- What?

Uh, no.

Los Angeles, California?

- Right.

I'm Riley.

You helping out with the team?

I'm learning as much

as I can about sports medicine.

I am pre-pre-med.

- Such a bummer
the team let that one slide.

Eli needs to run those
out routes sharper.

It wasn't all on him.

Our tackling was sinful.

Don't even get me started
on the unnecessary yards

we gave up on the
kickoff coverage.

That's what Coach said.

Out of curiosity, why were
you watching from back there?

- To
avoid Park View parents.

I live with two.

That's enough.

Back
in my day, Harvard

had a 7% acceptance rate.

Now it's 3.5%.

Less than 4%?

I don't envy you kids.

Yeah, I heard

this school can be intense.

- You'll
fit in, pre-pre-med.

I miss this feeling,
leather on my palms.

It hits different.

- What
do you mean, missed?

- What a joke.

Coach has been at Park View
for all of, what, 2 minutes?

We put in
the work as an army.

- As a family.

He didn't say army.

- Why
were you even listening?

You ever think I quit

football for the wrong reasons?

- You're lucky
you got out when you did.

Plus all the stuff with
Plymouth freshman year?

Actually, Will Tate

just joined Sam & Susie.

He mentioned Jaylen.

Whatever.

- What?

It's not whatever, Ri.

I mean, all the guys at Plymouth
have zero morals, but I mean,

are you ever going
to tell your parents?

- No.

You're still the
only one that knows.

My dad would go off.

It's in the past, OK?

- All right.

- I
met the new girl, Paige.

Yeah, she's cool.

She's been helping
us all summer.

Apparently, she got kicked out
of an all-girls Catholic school

for kissing her friend
on a retreat focused

on repenting for their sins.

Come on, you don't
find that hot?

Not even a little?

- No.

You know I'm not into that.

- She
even considering Duke?

Duke's her safety.

- Safety, what?

- Who cares?

She's chosen to ignore me
in favor of her 4.0 GPA.

She could be at
Harvard or on Mars.

- Hey, Ri.

Oh, do I need to cover my eyes?

- Gross, dad.

No, come in.

- Hmm.

It's nothing to be ashamed of.

Please stop talking.

- Well--

what were you watching then?

Hmm?

Old football videos.

- Oh.

- I went
to the scrimmage today.

Dad, if I had their
speed and height,

I would destroy those players!

Seeing my old teammates on
varsity really brought me back.

The new coach seems sick.

In 2019, he led
a military school

with no wins the previous
season to a state title.

I mean, we-- the team
could win a league title

and create a legacy forever.

Dad, how many things
in life last forever?

I held a football today.

It was like the first time
I felt at ease in two years.

- Is that
why you ran out of Sam & Susie?

I
don't want to talk about it.

- Hey, listen.

You know, before you
started high school,

your mother dragged
me into therapy.

And I never wanted to
analyze my past, you know?

Student scholar from
inner city Detroit,

a business major in Michigan.

I tell you, aside
from having you girls,

it's the best thing that
ever happened to me.

Because I let it go.

Ri, you have got to let it go.

Everything that you're
holding on inside of you

is going to fester.

So beyond missing hell week,
what do you need to play again?

- I
was thinking out loud.

Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah.

Tell me what you
need to play again.

Parental approval.

I'll talk to your mom.

Hmm?

Yeah?

- OK.

- OK.

- Like
a pillow fight out here.

Mike, I already emailed all the
donors I could this weekend.

- Hi.

I'm Riley, Riley Brooks.

Junior.

Freshman year, I
started on JV when

we won the league at Plymouth.

I didn't play last year.

Yeah, I saw the tape.

I know who you are.

Quite the player.

You had the Larry
Fitzgerald locks going on.

Can I talk to you?

- Good
afternoon, class.

Today, we will delve into
the fascinating world

of cellular structure,
the foundation

upon which all living organisms
are built. Yes, Paige.

Another question?

- So red blood
cells and white blood cells

both mature in bone marrow?

- Exactly right.

And that is an excellent
question, Paige.

We will move quickly
in this class.

That being said, don't
hesitate to ask questions.

All right.

Summer's over.

Pop quiz.

- Yo.

Judas Priest.

All the energy I
wasted to sneak you

in, all for you to
blow off the quiz?

- I can't
play football anymore,

so what's the point?

- You played
football, tackle football?

When?

On JV?

- I asked if
I could try out for varsity,

but it's too late.

Whatever.

as
well as the organelles

that make them function.

Riley's
played with these guys

since she's five.

- Why are
you pushing this so hard?

- She led
the team in interceptions

on junior varsity.

She can handle this.

She won't be a distraction.

Her dad called, pointed out
that per our athletic policy,

she is allowed to join up
until the first official

game because of Title IX.

We can't afford any bad press
during a centennial year.

Why don't you just
let her try out?

Two weeks.

If she can't keep up,
we honored our policy.

- Hey, Coach.

I just wanted to say that I
appreciate the field time,

and you're definitely not--

- There
goes our championship!

- I'm
gonna make you proud.

Hey, Cole.

Sick throws the other day.

The route running, I run those
out sharper than you ever seen.

- Right.

Mason, go deep.

Mason runs a 4.7 40.

My sick throws will
be reserved for him.

Bring it in.

Let's go!

Take a knee.

Some of you may remember Riley.

You may have played JV with her.

She's trying for
varsity this year.

Rest assured, she will
earn her spot on this team.

She will study the playbook.

She will stay out of pads, and
she will complete hell week.

Having said that, I do
not need your opinion

on the matter at any point.

Understood?

Let's go!

- Ri,
this is a bad idea.

Varsity is no joke.

You could get hurt.

There's no way your
mom agreed to this.

She doesn't know yet.

- Abelson,
Brooks, cut the chatter!

Let's go.

Hustle up.

Again!

Cross the line all the way.

Let's go, Brooks.

Too slow, too slow.

Let's go!

Let's go, Brooks!

Cross that line.

Pick it up, Brooks.

OK, I'm all right.

No surprise there.

Not a bad first day.

Listen, all these guys here
this summer, they all puked.

You're a receiver.

I need you in the front
of your spring groups each

and every time, not the back.

OK?

- Yes, sir.
Yes, sir.

I'll get there.

- Something
else I can do for you?

- Um, I
wanted to say thank you.

You quitting already?

- No.

No, I just-- I--

- Listen.

Don't say thank you ever.

That implies that I
gave you something.

Ri, is that you?

Come on in here.

How was studying bio?

Oof.

What is that smell?

It smells like a wet dog.

- Um,
school year started

off so fast, so much studying.

Must be my egg salad
sandwich in my backpack.

- Nelson's
$50 a pound egg salad?

Don't waste my money.

And don't skip lunch.

- Sorry, Mom.

It won't happen again.

- I told
the Sam & Susie moms that you

won't be joining us anymore.

I really wish you
would reconsider.

Still going to need to find
something to do after school.

I'll send you some
volunteering websites.

- Thanks, Mom.

This line is everything.

Amazing quality,
and the proceeds

go to those less fortunate.

Sam & Susie are doing this
incredible sponsorship

with mahogany makeup.

- Ooh,
fancy alliteration.

- Maybe
you do have a chance

at standardized testing.

Do I have to open it?

Don't be rude.

This is a gift.

Are you against helping
the less fortunate?

Pretty in Pink lip gloss.

Thanks.

- Well,
you don't have to use it.

But men do notice when
a woman pays attention

to her appearance, men like Eli.

- For
the last time, I do not--

we're just friends.

- And
you're OK with that?

- Yes!

- All right.

Well, there are plenty of
other people in the sea.

You can have more
fun at college--

more diversity.

I met your father
on the first day--

- On
the steps of Leary Hall.

We know.

Oh, this is the one

that-- this eyeliner's great.

It just goes on like butter.

See how easy that is?

- Hey.

- Hey.

Be chill with my mom, right?

No football talk.

- Chill
as the the Arctic Circle.

I'm fine.

- Eli!

- Dr. Brooks.

- Oh,
have you gotten even taller?

You did not come around
enough this summer.

- Yeah,
hell week has been crazy.

But I'm really looking
forward to these cookies.

This is one of those
childhood traditions

that I really treasure.

Oh, will you please

tell your mother that
I owe her an RSVP

for your sister's bat mitzvah?

Oh.

How did we get here?

It was like yesterday
when you joined

us at Park View Middle School.

I've never seen my
Riley more nervous

than when you first came over.

- Ha.

Ha.

- You're
lucky to have each other.

You know, friendships are one
of the best parts of life.

I mean, hey, I married
my best friend.

And you just never know
when you might be surprised.

Things can surprise you.

- Those cookies
must be cool by now, right?

I'll grab them.

Get off your phone!

Wait, wait, guys.

Pizza or donuts
for the fundraiser?

Abelson, nobody

cares about the stupid
class fundraiser.

- How
about something classy

like watercress sandwiches?

- Water what?

- Watercress.

Anyway, like I

said, my parents went up for
a golf retreat in Pinehurst.

- You mean,
your dad and his girlfriend?

- No, my--

my parents.

Like I said.

Anyways, Veronica
and I were soaking

in the Jacuzzi for hours.

Yo yo, yo, yo.

Yo, yo.

And she-- what?

Oh.

So much for a man's privacy.

- What happens
in football stays in football.

I won't say anything.

- Yeah, right.

We can't have you spilling
our secrets at the weepy girls

want a sleepover.

I was done lifting anyways.

So let's chat.

Ugh, guys suck!

- To
be fair, their brains

aren't fully formed.

Not sure if they ever do.

- What
are you still doing here?

- Whoa.

Didn't realize you own
this entire laundry room.

- My bad.

No one's ever up here.

I know the volleyball team has
an actual girls locker room,

but it's across campus.

Everything came so
much easier on JV--

socially, physically.

- I guess
biology is working against you

in more ways than one.

- My biology
grade is none of your business.

- Besides, what
is with this trainer charade?

Do you actually like football?

- I
grew up on the Rams games.

- You've
seen Cooper Kupp play?

- When he
won MVP in the Super Bowl.

- Sick!

He came through big time.

Wide receivers
never get our props.

- Unlike
the NFL's view on receivers,

I see you.

If you ever want the extra
practice, I could let you in.

- You serious?

How about now?

- Wow.

You've quite the arm.

- You're not
the only girl that can play.

How did you start playing?

- In
the backyard with my dad.

He doesn't play, but
he loves the game.

We watched Michigan
every Saturday.

And at recess, I played
with all the guys.

I was fast.

I could catch.

I was the only girl out
there, but it didn't matter.

To be honest, I've
never felt more alive

than being on a football
field, sprinting

on an open field, green grass
ahead, football in my hand.

My dad says you should
follow your heart,

but these days, I don't
know if that's enough.

- Only
you can decide that.

Why did you quit
after freshman year?

At least you made your
way back into the ring.

Or the end zone.

That's my sister.

I should go.

Paige, what are you doing?

- I
called you eight times.

You have to communicate
when people are spending

- their time driving you around.
- Chill.

I lost track of time.

That's an understatement.

Who were you training with?

- No one.
- Who's no one?

- Can you
just let her be no one, Tyler?

Please?

I
love the person in the mirror

looking back at me.

Yeah, on the riptide--

- If you did
not perform well on the quiz,

may I suggest the
animal cell project?

It would be an excellent way
to make up for it, all right?

All right, partners.

Raise your hand if
you've got a partner.

Raise them high.

Paige, Riley-- you
two girls partner up.

- Hello.

I guess your biology
grade is my business.

Are you free tonight?

- No, I have
to go to this academic awards

thing for my sister.

- Are you
down to work on routes later?

I'll bring the throwing heat.

Are we cool?

Why wouldn't we be?

I'll DM you about the project.

- Isn't
Ms. Park brilliant?

She makes everything
make sense--

Yale Law, masters at MIT.

We should be so grateful for
our world class educators,

you know?

- Yeah.

- When's
the animal cell project do?

Who are you paired with?

Why do you care?

Ah, is it no one?

You know Mom and Dad would
be fine with it, right?

Fine.

I'll stop saving Private Riley.

So should I quote Michelle or
Oprah for my speech tonight?

- You
want my real opinion?

Neither.

- Hmm.

Stick with my own words?

Solid.

Riley, you-- you can't
start the year off this way.

Mom and Dad worked too
hard for you not to care.

You know, you're capable
if you would just--

- Have you
ever cared about anything

other than school?

I'll fix my grade
on the project.

- I'd also
like to thank my teachers

and parents for their guidance.

Now that I'm officially a part
of the Park View Hall of Fame,

I plan to take this
legacy wherever I go.

Yes, unbelievably proud.

I mean, she's been writing
this speech for weeks.

Yeah, I mean, eloquent,
beautiful, 4.0 GPA--

what more could
a mother ask for?

- What did you ask her?

- I asked
her for the time.

- Congrats
on your big award.

Now you can leave
me and NC behind.

I thought we were
going to tell her.

- I can't.

This summer should
have never happened.

You need to move on.

Tyler, I can't move on.

And I don't think that's
what you really want.

- Ahem.

- Dad.

Hey, baby girl.

Eli.

- Mr. Brooks,
glad you had a safe flight.

- Mm-hmm.

Good night, Eli.

I should get home.

How was your speech?

I was stuck on the tarmac.

I'm sorry I missed it.

It was perfect.

Everyone loved it.

- Ah.

And what was that?

What was what?

- Tyler.

I don't know, Dad.

One minute, he's at our house
playing video games with Riley.

And the next?

I think I really care about him.

- Whatever
it is, you should be sure.

- Yes,
beautiful, eloquent, 4.0 GPA--

what more could
a mother ask for?

- Ms. Brooks.
- Dr. Brooks.

- Dr.
Brooks, Coach Peterson,

new head coach here, football.

I wanted to come by and
introduce myself to you.

Tell you, you got an
incredible daughter.

You should be proud.

- Yes.

Yes, our Tyler is very special--

beautiful, eloquent, 4.0 GPA--

- I'm sorry.

I'm talking about--

I'm talking about Riley.

Yeah, really courageous
of her to try out

for the football team again.

That's a tough girl you got.

That's my courageous Riley.

- Yeah,
well, I hope to see you

at some of the games this fall.

Have a good evening.

- I've
wanted to keep her confidence.

- What
about your wife's confidence?

Riley, sit down.

I'm going to be late.

Late for football?

Sit down.

- Dad was
supposed to talk to you.

- Hmm.

And why couldn't you?

I had to find out
from the coach.

Your dad and I
sent you and Tyler

to Park View for the
brightest future possible.

I do not want you wasting two
hours a day to ride the bench

or get hurt.

Mom, you don't get it.

This is part of my future.

As much as you complain about
long days with your patients,

you light up when
you talk about them.

That's how I feel
about football.

- Fine.

But I won't be watching.

And the next time
you lie to me, don't.

Brooks, full pads today.

- Coach,
I'm not due for pads.

- Listen, the more
time you have in full pads,

the more ready you'll be
for the season opener.

- Thank y--

understood.

- Go see
trainer Doug, get sized up.

Queen, there's

a queen up in your building.

Everybody fall back.

Go ahead and fall back.

You ain't swaggin' like that.

There's a queen up
in your building.

Everybody fall back.

- Hey, Riley.

You
ain't swaggin' like that.

- Thanks.

- Please
don't find this creepy,

but I sent you a playlist
for our bio session.

If you want to add or delete
anything, just go for it.

It's Kim Petras, Greyson
Chance, Reneé Rapp.

- So are
those all, like, queer artists?

Paige, I heard about
your past in LA.

That's cool.

That's not me.

I just don't want you
to get the wrong idea.

- No,
I didn't think that.

No sweat.

- Go!

See that?

Did you see it?

Drove his feet in and ramped up.

After our poor excuse for
tackling in that

scrimmage, woo!

Oklahoma drill's our
next best friend.

Johnson, Brooks, you're up.

- Uh, coach,
I used to pair up with Eli.

- Was Eli
six feet tall last time you

tried to tackle him?

In the bedroom.

Just friends, Cole.

Hey, enough.

Brooks, on the line.

Let's go.

Any day, Brooks.

No, take your time.

Just wait for you, like usual.

You're good.

Go!

- Oh!

Woo!

Going hard at it every time.

But you know goals
is on my mind.

Pushing myself is not a crime.

Touch me with the swagger.

Watch how I roll.

Ain't nobody stopping me.

I'm doing what I do.

They just trying to copy
me 'cause I'm killing it.

I'm killing it.

You talking about it,
but I'm living it.

I'm killing it.

Yes, I'm killing it.

You talking about it,
but I'm getting it.

- Hey.

Iced tea?

- No, thanks.

Your mom tells that you

went to the school to train.

- It's
never going to be enough.

I'm slow on D. I'm slow
on O. Maybe Mom was right,

and varsity's a waste of time.

Riles, people

are going to tell
you what they think

you should do your whole life.

Do you love football?

- Yes.

- Then
if you love something,

follow that instinct.

Follow your heart.

Man.

If I had listened to what
people told me to do,

I never would have applied to
a public Ivy like Michigan.

I never would have met your mom,
and I never would have had you.

Why do you think coach had
y'all run the Oklahoma drill?

- To
humiliate me off the team.

Because most guys don't
complete their tackles.

- Right.

As these teen boys
get older, they get

lazy about the fundamentals.

Come on.

Good.
Get over there.

- OK.

- I want you
to run 10 yards towards me.

Around yard eight,
I want you to stop,

start shuffling your feet.

Shuffle, shuffle, shuffle.

You got to dig those
feet into the ground.

Come on, plant your feet
down before you make the hit.

- Ready?
- Mm-hmm.

- And go!

Be careful.

And shuffle, shuffle, shuffle,
shuffle, shuffle, shuffle.

Good, do it again.
One more time.

That's it.

Dig deeper this time, deeper.

And go!

Hah!

Shuffle, shuffle,
shuffle, shuffle, shuffle.

Good, good.
One more time.

That's it.
That's it!

Shuffle, shuffle, shuffle.

Yeah, that's it, baby!

That's it.

That's it.

On the line.

Cobra 19.

Cobra 19!

Set, go!

- Ugh!

Brooks, break on the hit

- before you go in for the tackle.
- OK.

Run it again!

- Red 48.

Now, Red 48.

All right, go.

Watch how I move.

Oh!

- Abelson!

You gonna make a move?

Brooks, nice hit!

- I'm good.

Yeah, good at getting

owned by Riley the Ringer!

Riley, great hit today.

See you at the
practice tomorrow?

Yeah, thanks, Mason.

Can't wait to join the
after hours receiver crew.

Ah!

Woohoo!

- Cole,
she didn't rock me.

Plus, she already knew
the play ahead of time.

Dude, face it.

She rocked you.

Loser!

Hey, I'll catch you later, OK?

Bye.

What up?

Still feeling the hurt
from Riley the Ringer?

- How
did you hit me that low?

- What?

I practiced with my dad.

- Well, you
didn't have to show me up.

- Eli,
are you seriously mad?

- I'm not mad.

It's honestly sad,
getting hyped over one

hit when everyone knows
you'll never play.

- You get to
win all the time on that field,

and you take it for granted.

Me winning doesn't
mean you lose.

- Agh!

- Would
you like to do the honors?

No, you should do it.

If you want to be a
doctor, you better get

used to poking and prodding.

It's all about doing

it at the right angle.

I used to give my teddy bear,
Mr. Skittles, fake shots once

a week at my mom's old office.

Mr. Skittles?

- Voila.

- Guess the
teddy bear shots paid off.

You're great at this stuff.

- You're
great at making playlists.

How did you find these artists?

Living life being queer.

How did you?

I heard you yelling.

- Tune
Time suggested them.

I think the algorithm
knows more than I do.

Can I ask you
something personal?

How did you know?

For me, it was

a feeling, a lot of feelings.

You know when you see a cute
girl in a show or a movie,

and you think that you're
supposed to look away?

But you don't want to.

Or you can't.

I guess sometimes I

think girls are cute.

Then I catch myself checking
out my teammates who never

had muscles like this before.

I get so confused.

With Eli, I don't know.

If I am actually into
girls also, then--

I'm here for you.

- Mom, how
long have you been there?

I just got here.

How's the project
treating you ladies?

Is it wrong for me
to say that if I

never have to do another patient
physical, I could die happy?

Or shoot, they would die happy.

- We
agreed, no doctor humor.

- Oh,
what kind of doctor are you?

I'm an adult physician.

Dr. Brooks.

That's awesome.

I'm Paige.

Sports medicine is my goal.

I've been helping out the
team and trainer Doug.

Good for you, Paige.

- Ahem.

Mom, we were just finishing up.

Sorry.

She's so embarrassing.

No, She's goals.

You know, it

does the heart good
to know Riley's

living in the lap of luxury
like the rest of her teammates.

- The
doctor's salary helps.

Doesn't hurt.

How was the project?

It was great.

We covered more ground
than I expected.

- That's
really good, sweetheart.

It is.

Riley, she seems like a
really good influence.

I'm proud of you, sweetie.

- Yeah.

She is.

Thanks, Dad.

As hard as it was, I
needed a fresh start.

You got one.

Buckle up.
Let's go.

Any idea how to get out of here?

- No.

Fit for a queen.

We are underwater oceans deep.

- Are
you ready to apologize?

Riley, I thought

you were working on your bio
project with Paige tonight.

We finished early.

Are you going to tell me
what got into you earlier?

- I'm sorry.

I'll do better.

Can we talk about this later?

I've got to finish
my VR project.

- I need
to tell you something.

And you can't judge
or overanalyze.

But I think that I might--

or that I could have a crush.

Not you.

- Oh, good.

Who are we talking about?

Easy E, where'd you go?

Riley.

We both wanted to tell you.

- Eli?

- We
didn't mean for this to--

Riley, please.

Riley!

- Go!

1, 2, 3, 4!

They don't make them
like this, no, no.

Good day, Brooks.

All right, guys.
On to the weight room.

Let's go.

- Hey,
can we please talk?

- You
know how I feel about her.

And you did it anyway.

They
don't make them like this, no,

- no.
- Ri.

And
again, see, they never will.

They try to play
me like I'm unsure.

Might even say I'm--

- Go.

Don't nobody

ask why the summer turn to
fall or ask why the phone ring

when somebody call.

- Good.

OK, Riley.

So why wold you

question my dopeness at all?

Good job, Brooks.

All right, Riley.

I don't
need a reason to be that dope.

I already been the GOAT.

I don't need a reason,
reason, reason.

I don't need a reason,
reason, reason.

I don't need a reason
to be that dope.

I already been the GOAT.

I don't need a reason, reason.

Looking good on the slants.

You officially
made the team yet?

I've passed everything

except the 40-yard dash.

- You'll
get your time down, Ri.

You've got to be kidding me.

- What
happened with you two?

You're not siblings.

You're not dating.

- Dude,
the problem is I'm

dating her sister, or want to.

It's complicated.

- Cougar
class pressie Tyler?

My man!

Student government's
really paying off for you.

- Can you
grill someone else for once?

Tyler isn't a conquest for me.

Jesus Christ.

Sweet
not so innocent Paige.

Any ladies got your eye yet?

- Why
do you want to know?

- Just a
friend asking about a friend.

- At a
school where two and a half

people are out, not yet.

Who's the half person?

- I should
go get my watch to touch Riley.

- I mean to time.
- Touch?

Touch?
Touch?

To time Riley.

- Touch,
touch, touch, touch.

You said "touch."
PAIGE MORALES: No.

No, I didn't.
No, time.

- Touch!
- I said time.

To touch Riley!

- To time.

- She wants
to touch Riley, everybody.

Did anyone hear that?

Because I did.

You got to give it

all you got right now, Brooks.

You got to shave off a second.

If you don't make this
time, you won't suit up.

You were right.

I don't have to fight for
the same things that you do.

- I
don't need your help.

- Prove it.

Run, Riley.

Run, Riley.

Just run.

Run, Riley.

Run, Riley.

Just run!

I'm an animal.

I'm an animal.

I'm an animal.

- And time.

Well, I'll be.

5.2.

Welcome to varsity, Brooks.

Blue 38, blue 38.

Check out.

Brooks, you're in for Mason.

Listen, you let anyone
on the outside of you,

six points down the sideline.

- Understand?
- Understood.

You got this.

Come on.

With
star Mason Long sidelined

with an untimely
injury, all eyes

are on third
stringer Riley Brooks

as she takes his place
on kickoff coverage.

And here we go.

It's the opening kickoff.

Brooks blows by two defenders.

Brooks leaps through the air.

And, oh, what a hit!

I'm an animal.

- Way to go.

Good rough-up, Brooks.

I'm an animal.

- Let's go!

Riley, Riley!

I'm an animal.

I'm an animal.

I'm an animal.

I'm an animal.

I'm an animal.

- Party, party!

- Probably going
to break that bench, coach.

- Ah,
let 'em have their fun.

When
I saw you, I was starstruck,

didn't know what to do.

Oh.

Left me breathless.

I can't help this 'cause
what they said was true.

Oh.

She's got a smile that will
make another break your gaze.

She's got a heart that will
take you to whole nother place.

- Wow.

It is perfect
weather for football.

I mean, kind of
silly, but nothing

beats a crisp NC fall day.

You must be so pumped.

Riley.

Hold on.
I'll get the coach right now.

- No, don't.

- Hey.

Wait.

Where are you going?

- I'm going
to go change in the bathroom.

Riley, you can't be OK.

- We have
a game, so I have to be OK.

Third string

defense, you guys are up.

Hey, listen.

I want that shutout, OK?

I want to send a message
to the entire league

this is our championship.

No slip-ups, no points.

Brooks, that's you.

Let's go!

Everything OK with Riley?

All right, let's go!

- Your boy out there?

- My girl--

number three.

Let's go, Ri!

- Hell, you
came to scout us, huh?

- Nah.

Heard Pretty in Pads is playing.

My other buddy on the
team promised a show.

Now
up by 56, can Park View

hold on to another shutout?

Wow.

Believe it or not,
Oakdale is trying to make

something happen after being--

- Hey,
she got soft hands.

She got soft hands.

kept
scoreless this entire game.

- 99, set, hike.

Brooks trying

to keep up with number 8.

And-- uh-oh, she trips
over her own feet.

Oh, that hurts.

Touch down for Oakdale
as they release the goose

egg from the scoreboard.

- You enjoy
my message, Soft Hands?

- You
fought out there, Riley.

- Fought?

I crumbled.

Everything that I do
matters 10 times as much.

- Coach
will find out who did this.

I know who did it.

The guy who was filming on
the Oakdale sideline, Jaylen.

He's Plymouth Prep's QB.

Freshman year, he snuck into one
of my makeshift closet

locker rooms.

I only told Eli, not
my parents because they

would have gone to
the school, and I

don't want to be a distraction!

There is nothing

for you to be ashamed of.

Thanks for telling me.

You ladies decent?

Yes, come in.

- Good.

This disgusts me.

Paige told me.

We're going to get to
the bottom of this, OK?

- I'm sorry we
didn't get the shutout, Coach.

- Please.

Your safety is our top
priority, not that.

OK?

Paige, evening mass-- part
of the deal with your mama.

You ready to go, sweetie?

Yeah.

Paige is my daughter.

Trying to keep that secret,
at least in the season.

Can we rely on your
discretion on this?

- Mm-hmm.
- Good.

Thanks, Brooks.

Thanks.

All right.

Well, have a good weekend.

Ice that knee, all right?

Paige.

I told you plain and simple--

Plymouth Prep QB Jaylen Ward.

- Plymouth
has been part of our league

for decades.

We cannot go around
accusing the wrong people.

- There's
a video to prove it.

- Anyone
could have filmed that!

Brooks, go get your lift in.

My hands are tied.

Are they, Mike?

Have you even called the
Plymouth athletic director?

- I thought
you were the one who

didn't want any distractions.

- Yeah.

But she's my responsibility now.

So look into it.

- Hey.

- Hey.

- You
finished the entire write-up?

I mean, this looks amazing.

But it's not due
for another week.

I'll send you the file.

How could you not tell me?

- I'm sorry.

I couldn't tell anyone.

My dad will be cool with it.

- Paige,
I'm not cool with it.

Riley, listen.

I've been there.

I know that there are people in
your life that don't see you.

But I do.

The way you put the
team before yourself,

the way you fought to earn your
spot, the way you play football

simply because you love it--

I see you.

- I
got to get to English.

I thought you two
weren't talking.

- We aren't.

Um, pizza fundraiser work.

- Ri,
you need to talk to her.

What, we're cool now, right?

- Because
you ran the 40 with me?

Do you know any of
the stuff that's

been going on in my life?

- OK, tell me.

You looking for more PT?

- Ri, I
never wanted to fall in love

with your sister, but I did.

- You love her?

That's rich.

All Tyler has ever wanted
to do is leave this place

and never look back.

Don't come crying to me when she
inevitably breaks your heart.

I genuinely can't--

- Hey,
hey, chill, chill.

- Chill, chill, chill, chill.
- What?

Chill?

Oh, bro code, right, Riley?

Guys, Riley has the best
shot with her, the only shot,

if she wants it.

I won't assume.

Shot with who?

- Paige.

I was just saying how
hard her Powerade hits.

I literally had--

Come on, come on.

- What?

- Sorry.

What was the question?

Hypothetically speaking,

what would you do with her?

Hypothetically speaking--

- Uh-huh.

- I'd
have her spoon feed me

the Powerade ounce by
ounce, drip by drip,

hot and bothered,
thirsty for more!

- Woo!

Abelson, why can't you
spit game like Brooks?

- A
misogynistic game?

Yeah, I'll pass.

- Yeah.
Oh my god.

Come on.
All right, let's get started.

Coach has mapped out
three lifting stations.

Ringer, you're with me.

Would y'all stop complaining
and just trust me?

This-- this is
going to be the best

Halloween party of all time.

- Dude,
if we get caught, we'll get

kicked out-- no more football.

- Yeah, we
should have just listened

to Mason and stayed home.

- And if Neo
would have taken the blue pill,

he'd be a boring-ass
accountant, and we'd

all still be batteries.

No retreat, no surrender, baby.

Woo!

You
and I are not that different.

We're one and the same.

Don't have to feel like
another face in the crowd.

Had some time to
make this make sense.

I'm hoping a change is coming
around, a puzzle piece found.

Because we got a whole
lot of pain to throw away,

a whole lot of
life to celebrate.

But I know I'm going to be OK.

I'm telling you, we're
going to find our way.

I promise you, we're
going to be OK, OK, OK.

Park View hopes

to punch its playoff
ticket tonight

against a tough Dallworth team.

And here comes Riley Brooks,
tearing through blockers.

Oh, what a spin move.

- Woo!

Your son can't hit like that.

Right, y'all.

Calm down.

You're a little too excited.

It's a long road to
the championship.

This game ball,
this ball's going

go to the player who
played with the most heart,

left it all out in the field.

What's her nickname again?

I forget.

Riley Ringer!

Riley, come get your prize.

Call us up.

Park View on three--

- 1, 2, 3, Park View!

Playoffs, baby!

You snuck away.

I feel like I never
see you anymore.

I'm busy, I guess.

- Hmm.

- Wait.

You deserve a
celebratory Powerade.

Put your head back.

Now, do you want me to
spray it into your mouth?

Or should I spoon feed it to
you while you thirst for more?

I'm sorry.

I didn't mean it!

The guys were egging me on.

I'm more comfortable
on the team now.

- Well,
I'm glad you're comfortable.

Engaging in their
toxicity, it's pathetic.

When I said that I
see you, I meant it.

When are you going to see you?

That color suits you.

- I'll
wear the other one.

I'm sorry about how

it went down with Eli.

Will you talk to me?

- Careful!

That's my game ball.

No-- I basically got
an A-plus in football.

- And you're
doing your thing out there.

I'm proud of you, sis.

Do you remember my freshman
year Sadie Hawkins dance?

A few older girls said that
the guys were on their way.

Little did I know they
already ordered, snuck out,

making me foot a $500 bill.

I saw my date and our classmates
laughing in the parking lot.

His guilty face spoke volumes.

He liked me.

He wasn't supposed to like me.

- What does
that have to do with Eli?

- Dating
hasn't gotten any easier

the past couple of years.

You know how it is being
the lone Black girl.

Eli and I vibed
over student gov.

He wasn't afraid to notice me.

- Eli was
supposed to be that guy for me.

At least I thought.

Things don't turn out

the way they're supposed to.

Isn't there someone or no one
that you're supposed to like?

Just don't hurt him.

You have a funny habit
of abandoning people.

- Abandoning?

How-- how have I abandoned you?

Because we stopped watching
The Single Suitor together?

Because I actually take
advantage of our privilege?

- Because you
stopped having time for me!

School came first,
no matter what.

I'm running late for a party.

- Riley, you've
always forged your own path.

Don't be afraid of that.

- 1, 2, 3--

hold it.

I got your text.

How was the talk?

How can someone resent

me for studying too much?

Trying to change our
doomed world here.

Hello?

Go off.

It's not funny.

- Sorry.

It's just you're cute
when you're all riled up.

I'm always riled up.

- Then
you're always cute.

- So no
rager for you tonight?

- No.

I missed you, Eli.

A lot.

- You
don't have to miss me.

Why won't you just
give us a real shot?

I'm leaving next year.

That's next year, Tyler.

Look, I want to spend every
waking moment I can with you.

I don't care about
hanging out with the guys

or football games.

I just want to be with you.

If you don't feel the
same way anymore, I--

Oh, ball's back, baby.

Fire.

- That was
a lucky shot, lucky shot.

- Hey, hey.

No, it's not.

- Hey.
- What up, Ri?

- Want a slurp shot?
- No, I'm good.

Um, have you seen Paige?

Is she here tonight?

According to my sources,

she went back to your locker
room because, and I quote,

"this music is for soulless,
brain dead zombies who couldn't

tell a melody from a fart."

So don't look at me.

- Hurry up, man.

- Ever
since you came to Park View,

you treated me
with deep respect.

I'm sorry I didn't
do the same for you.

I'm sorry I failed
to do that for you.

You told me that you see me in
ways that other people don't.

I need you to know,
Paige, I see you too.

I see you too.

I see you too.

I see you too.

You found

a way inside my
mind to photograph

a lifetime in my heart.

Before you, I was cold.

Before.

- The
foundation upon which

all living organisms are built.

Riley, wait up.

What you saw at the
party with Delia,

not that I owe you
an explanation--

- You're right.
You don't.

- Dr.
Brooks, we deeply

value Riley's contributions
to our program

as well as her safety.

And we're doing our best
to find the perpetrator.

- I
already told you who did it.

Doing your best?

My daughter is traumatized.

A young man eluded your
faulty security camera

and invaded a
private space twice.

My husband and I do not
pay $35,000 in tuition

for our children to go to a
school that "does its best."

You will do more than try.

You will act.

Riley is the first woman
football player in Park

View's 100-year history.

There are young girls
who line up to take

selfies with her after games.

And those aren't the only
barriers she's breaking.

My children make up 4%
of Park View Black K

through 12 population.

I'm on the Board of
Diversity and Inclusion.

I have a fruitful network of
accomplished middle schoolers

yearning to apply here.

All it would take is a few phone
calls about Riley's experience,

and your lackluster diversity
numbers could plummet further.

Gentlemen, you do not want me
to do my best in that endeavor.

- Mama,
you are the dopest.

No one has ever done something
like that for me before.

Ever.

Thank you.

- I go
to court for my patients

from time to time.

Have a good practice!

- Red 79!

- Hmm.

Honey, did you, uh, forget
to mix this or something?

Oh, did I forget

the last 64 ounces of water?

Whoops.

- Rough day?

Hm.

All right.

Who is she?

Who is she?

Come on.

- Dad.

- Hm?

- You have to
swear you won't say anything,

or I won't speak to
you until I'm old.

Like legit old, like 35.

- OK.

I don't want to screw

anything up for the team,
but something happened.

And I--

And then she bailed.

Women are fickle, man.

Like, how does
she not want this?

- Maybe she's
got, like, I don't know, taste?

- Have you
ever tried respecting a woman?

I mean, mommy issues aside.

- Eli,
chill, chill, chill!

We should all be more
respectful, myself included.

- Brooks,
what were you thinking exactly?

A week before
playoffs, and you leave

your receiver routes on my bus?

Do you understand how
damaging that could be?

It coulda ruined
our whole season!

Discipline and leadership
go beyond the field.

Do you get that?

- Understood.

- Good.

Do not sabotage my championship!

Fellas, it's going to be a
fun practice thanks to Brooks!

This doesn't add up.

People leave stuff on
the bus all the time.

You think Paige told Coach?

- About
me or the weight room?

- Wait,
wait, wait, wait wait?

Is there a you and Paige?

And why would Coach care?

You can't tell anyone.

Paige is his daughter.

- No, no, no,
no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

Yeah, you got to talk to her.

- This is
what we've been training for.

You guys ready?

Stay focused.

Come on.

Brooks, pay attention.

Brooks, you with me?

Good.

I need you focused, all right?

No slip-ups. Field position
is key in this, all right?

So pin 'em in, and
pin 'em in deep.

Understand?

- Understood!

A little
bit surprising how low scoring

this contest has been.

But at this point, we have
reached the final minute.

Park View leads 7 to 3.

Redfield has a last gasp,
but they will receive

the ball one final time.

Now Park View's
defense must hold on

to reach the division semifinals
and keep their fairy tale

of an undefeated season alive.

And there's the kickoff.

Caught by number 9.

Whoa, Brooks misses an easy
tackle off a simple juke.

Ouch.

Number 39 sprints
across the field to make

a touchdown saving tackle.

Now Redfield has
amazing offensive field

position at the 30 yard line.

This is about to get
interesting, folks.

- Mike, Mike, Mike.

Green 18, green 18.

Redfield's quarterback

drops back in the pocket, tries
to connect with his receiver.

Wait, Park View's
number 39 comes

up big again with an
interception-- timely turnover.

With one QB kneel on offense,
Park View has this game won.

Wow, what a gift to kick
off the holiday season.

- Nothing
like a Thanksgiving day

practice, boys.

Y'all brought it.

You showed the focus.

You showed the drive.

You showed the hunger.

We're going to need it.

They ain't going
to give it to us.

We got one game left
until the championship.

Now, we have Thanksgiving today.

You rest, eat, spend
time with your family,

and understand the fact
that every other team wishes

they were here right now.

Every other player wishes
they were here right now.

But they're not.

They're at home watching TV.

So do what you got to do.

Focus!

We're one game away, boys.

One game!

Until what?

What's next?

- Ship,
ship, ship, ship!

That's right!

- Ship, ship, ship!

Abelson, call us out.

Park View on three.

Park View on three.

1, 2, 3!

- Park View!

Park View up 14 points

in the fourth quarter.

Abelson breaks free, finds the
end zone, and makes the catch.

It's my ankle.

I think I just tweaked it.

- OK.

Get ready and--

Just wrap it up.

I can still play.

- What?

What is it?

- This
is more than just a tweak.

The way that he winces off
of the slightest pressure,

it's likely fractured.

We'll get an X-ray,
but realistically,

he's out for the championship.

- All right.

- Coach, please.

- All
right, Johnson, strong side.

Logan, finish up
with the weak side.

And it looks

like Abelson's ankle is
serious enough to take him

- out for the championship game.
- Damn it!

What a tough break.

Final score-- Park
View, 28; Harper, 14.

Ship,
ship ship, ship, ship, ship,

ship, ship, ship, ship, ship,
ship, ship, ship, ship, ship,

ship, ship, ship,
ship, ship, ship, ship,

ship, ship, ship, ship, ship.

- We're
going to the championship!

- Ship, ship,
ship, ship, ship,

ship, ship, ship, ship, ship.

- Hey.

Hello?

Ri.

- My bad, Mom.

What's up?

- You
stan keeping your hearing?

I know the lingo.

- OK, stop.

- It's late.

Shouldn't you be watching
film or sleeping?

I'm too nervous.

I'm glad Jaylen got
suspended, but he

still gets to play tomorrow.

More than that, I'm
nervous for my own reasons.

The trophy, the legacy in
the Park View Hall of Fame?

It's all so close.

- Well,
I never thought that AP bio

would put your mind at ease.

- Me neither.

I have a 97.

- Oh, wow.

- You've been
a huge part of my glow-up.

- My MD
doesn't stand for mediocre.

OK.

- Yeah, right.

- Oh, and
it looks like your glow-up

happened around the
animal cell project.

What was your partner's name?

Pre-pre-med?

- Paige.

- Paige.

That's right.

I liked her.

Plus, she looks so official
in her trainer gear.

OK.

So I have been watching your
games in my car for a

while now.

- Mom!

- I shriek
every time you fling your body

onto someone twice your size.

But the way those
girls look at you,

the way your teammates respect
you, your fearless nature--

championship aside--
that is your legacy.

You know Paige is welcome
here any time, right?

As a friend or with--

Riley, there were so many
unspoken gender roles.

For the last couple
of years, I just--

I got the sense that you were
running, running from something

that, you know, I
can't fully understand.

So I just-- I gave
you your space.

But all I hope is that you
start running towards your life

and love with full
force like every time

you make a hit on that field.

I love you.

I love you too, Mom.

You wanted to see me, coach?

The driver wants
everyone on the bus.

- Yeah,
don't worry about that.

Come have a seat.

With Abelson out,
you're on after Mason.

After Jaylen's
suspension, we have

our eyes on him and every
other player out there, OK?

You up for this?

- If not, there's no shame--
- Yes, sir.

I'm up for it.

I want to play.

- Good.

So no more distractions, even
if it's with my daughter.

Yeah.

It's OK.

I wasn't born yesterday.

Let's not make this any more
awkward than it needs to

be, OK?

Brooks, you're a good kid.

You love who you love.

Me?

I love winning.

I have to win.

Now, this championship
game, our whole season

comes down to this one game.

So just sideline all the
melodrama till afterwards.

- Understood.

Thanks.

I-- I meant to say, um--

- It's OK.

You can thank me this time.

Get in the bus.

Hmm.

Welcome to what promises

to be an exciting night here.

Familiar foes Park View
Academy and Plymouth Prep

go head to head for the title.

Now-- now, this rivalry
has more bad blood

than a heated dance-off between
M3GAN and Wednesday Addams.

That's right.

That's right.

Let's go.

We ready!

We ready!

- Look,
I know I'm not exactly

your favorite person
right now, but this is

what you've been working for.

All the extra practice,
it's for this.

I can't do this.

- Hey, hey, hey.
You got this.

I have your back.

The whole team does.

And
with that kick, we're off.

Plymouth recovers the ball deep.

Here comes Riley Brooks,
who has had a great series

of tackles this season.

Whoa, number 24 shoves
Brooks in the back so hard

that she goes flying off
the field to the sideline.

You all right?

All right?

- You going
to throw a flag or what?

This is ridiculous!

- Coach!
- OK?

You all right?
Yeah?

All right, go have
Paige check you out.

No, not check you
out check you out.

Just--

- All good.

No headaches.

Move your head.

- Ah.

Glad to see AP bio's
coming in handy.

My mom asked about you.

- She did?

Sick.

- I--

I saw you hugging Delia.

- Are you guys--
- Oh, no, no.

She was just returning
my sweatshirt.

It only happened once.

She was a, uh, distraction.

All good, Brooks?

All good, sir.

Good work, pre-pre-med.

I see you too.

- Paige,
where are you going?

The team needs you.

Riley needs you.

No, she doesn't.

Bring it, team!

Bring it, team!

Strong Arm Stephens

steps back in the pocket,
fires a slant to a receiver.

In the end zone for another
Park View touchdown.

- Yes!

That's right, boys.

We doing it!

Woo!

Well, it's
been back and forth all night

with the game tied at 14-14.

Wait, Jaylen Ward scrambles
in the backfield and--

oh, what a hit by Brooks.

- We came.
We saw.

The
ball comes loose on a fumble.

It's a turnover as Park
View recovers the ball.

- I'm not
letting you take this.

- Who
has the soft hands now?

All
tied up at this point.

Led by Stephens,
Park View has driven

to midfield, now 3rd and 2.

Holy mackerel!

What a tackle in the back.

- No, coach!

Run left, sweep jet.

That linebacker
cheats every time.

Ugh!

- I love you.

Right now, the pressure

is higher than a pot of
boiling chickpea ravioli.

They'll go for it
on fourth down.

They're in their alignment.

Stephens drops back, finds
a receiver in the end zone.

Whoa, a late hit
and unsportsmanlike

conduct on Plymouth.

The ref finally wakes
up and throws a flag.

Now with nearly no time left
late in the fourth quarter,

Coach Peterson and Park
View must go for it

once again on fourth down.

It's a deep pass
to Riley Brooks.

Oh, and the ball nearly
grazes her fingertips

and then tumbles
harmlessly to the ground.

With that turnover on downs,
the championship trophy might

as well be in Plymouth's hands.

Awfully tough break
for Park View.

- Audible?

Are you serious, bro?

Just take a knee.

We already got the game won.

You've gotten cuter
since freshman year.

You better watch your ass.

Wait.

Now, wait.

What is-- what is this?

This is unlike any QB kneel
formation I've ever seen.

Did-- did Jaylen Ward
call his own audible

to run up the score?

Ward throws up a jump ball.

Wait, Brooks leaps up
and intercepts the ball.

She's on the 50, the 40.

She comes across the field.

No one can catch her.

Brooks scores.

Brooks scores.

Park View wins.

Wow, what a game.

Truly one for the Brooks--

I mean-- I mean
one for the books.

Final score 34-31.

After decades of
disappointment, Park View

is the Research Triangle
Park Division VIII champion.

Incredible.

Guess that's why

they call you Riley the Ringer.
Wow.

I'm proud of you, Riley.
God.

- Thank you
for the opportunity, Coach.

- Oh,
you don't owe me any thanks.

You earned this.

You did.

Oh, OK.

- Hey.

Have you guys seen Paige?

- She--

Congrats, sis.

I'm pretty sure the
girl who you don't like

is headed over to the buses.

You might want to catch up.

- Paige.

Paige?

- You're
a Park View legend--

everything you wanted.

Congrats.

- Why
did you leave the game?

- I didn't
want to be a distraction.

- You could
never be a distraction.

I've been running from myself
for so long that I forgot

why I even started running.

I don't think I stopped
running until I met you.

Winning the ship hits deep,
but the trophy and my legacy,

none of it matters without you.

Without your support
in the locker room,

without your sappy bio
playlist, without your very cold

Powerade, which I
deserved, by the way--

I wouldn't be here
if it wasn't for you.

- Hmm.

Dating a misguided,
privileged, emotionally

unavailable football
player, that's so '90s.

Lucky for you,
the '90s are back.

Are you saying that
you want to kiss

me underneath the bleachers?

- I want
to kiss you right here.

This is our time.

This is our place.

Coming unchained.

Breaking down walls 'cause
we'll never be tamed.

Might bend, will
never break now.

How much can you take?

Champion is my category.

I got a new case.

I need a new trophy.

New trials mean new glory.

This is my season.

End of story.

I put it in drive, no break.
Woo.

You thought we were
giving y'all a break?

Nah.
Team too strong.

Can't wait too long.

That's a problem you're
going to have to face.

Wah.

Witness a moment of greatness,
the topic of all conversation.

The numbers, the
numbers, they never lie.

We ain't come to do
nothing but slay it.

It's this power
fueled by passion.

Skip the talking,
we about action.

Heavy hitters, always packing.

Are you ready?

I'm just asking.

Gonna go down, boy, down.

I can feel it in
my bones right now.

Right now.

I see a-- I see a- I see a--

I see a--