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(CROWD CHANTING)

(DRUMMING)

LOUDSPEAKER: Ladies and gentlemen,
here's Mesa State College,

coached by Fred Turner.

(INDISTINCT VOICE ON TANNOY)

(WHISTLE)

(BRASS BAND MUSIC)

(CROWD CHANTING)

(MUSIC CONTINUES)

This year's Mesa State team look like
they're on their way to a championship.

Buck, you were fantastic!
Those little men didn't have a chance.

(LAUGHING)

- Hey, Buck! Buck Murphy.
- Did you like the game, Mr Putnam?

Never seen anything like it
since the days I was playing.

You ran 'em into the ground.

Keep it up, and you don't have
to worry about your future.

- Wasn't he marvellous, Daddy?
- He was great!

Buck, give us an undefeated season
and the school won't forget you.

I'll try, sir, but I only throw them.
Ross Baker catches them.

Of course! Go get your shower. Ha-ha!

Hey, that's three times in a row.
I think we got a winning team.

We need a new cheerleader.

Let's have try-outs this week.
I'll post a notice in the student centre.

OK, good. Good idea. Let's go.

Great job, Turner.
You got a winner this time.

Thanks, John. Couldn't have
done it without alumni support.

You've got it. You just keep on winning!

Hey, wait, John.

You got a minute? I'd like to talk to you.

Sure, what's on your mind?

You know, this team is the best thing
to hit this school in 30 years.

And just between you and me,
we're heading for an undefeated season.

You don't have to tell me. I can see that.

What I really mean is there's no reason

why you and I can't win
just as much as the team.

Do you, er, follow me?

Um, let's take a walk.
Tell me what's on your mind.

Hit 'em high, hit 'em low!
Hit 'em where the daisies grow.

Hit 'em... Kick 'em in the knees,
kick 'em in the shin.

Hit 'em where the daisies grow.

Hit 'em so we can win! Yeah, Mesa!

Thank you, Margaret. That'll be all.

It was just awful. Don't you think so?

- Not too bad.
- Seven out of ten.

Well, I hope we can do better than that.

(HIGH-PITCHED VOICE) Is this where
I try out for the cheerleaders?

Buck, you silly thing!
What are you doing here?

Just checking out the candidates,
that's all.

Well, you just do your checking
somewhere else and not here.

Next!

We want a victory and we're gonna get it!

Yeah, team!

We want a victory and we're gonna get it!

Go team! Yeah Mesa!

Thank you, sweetheart.

Thought I'd fall asleep.

Next, Kate Cory!

OK, sweetheart,
give it your all now for Mesa State.

Ready? Hit it!

Ra-ra-ri! Kick 'em in the knee.

Ra-ra-ra! Kick 'em in the other knee.

And ra-ra-ri! Kick 'em in the knee.

Ra-ra-ra! Kick 'em in the other knee.

Ra-ra-ri! Kick 'em in the knee.

Ra-ra-ra! Kick 'em in the other knee.

Yeah, Mesa!

Number three, Margaret Williams.

She was very sincere. I vote yes.

Are you serious? I don't know.

Not enough pep. I vote no too.

OK, number four, Kate Cory.

She was dressed in those dirty cut-offs,
for Pete's sake. I vote no.

She must have something.
Buck had his eye on her.

He did not!

Besides, that wouldn't influence
my vote anyway.

I still vote no.

She had all the moves.
She must have practised.

- She had plenty of pep.
- Yeah.

She moved really nicely
and she had a great smile.

That was very insincere. She was just
teasing us with her vulgar attitude.

Buck didn't think so.

Buck isn't voting!

- I vote no, no, no!
- (SLAMS LOCKER DOOR SHUT)

- I vote yes.
- I vote yes.

Then that's it.
Kate Cory is our new cheerleader.

I did it, Ron.

Ron, I did it.

Terrific! You did what?

You are looking at
Mesa State's new cheerleader.

- New what?
- Cheerleader, dummy.

You know, ra-ra!

Are you crazy or something?
You must have flipped out.

Cheerleaders are nowhere, baby.

- It is guerrilla warfare, Ron.
- Guerrilla warfare.

You see, I need a topic
for my journalism term paper.

So I started thinking.

What is the most exploited,
demeaning activity on campus?

- Cheerleading.
- Right on.

I'll get my cheerleading costume today,
practise in the morning,

and begin my paper in the afternoon.

They will never know what hit 'em.

An undercover cheerleader
for the underground press.

Beautiful!

If it's good I'll edit it myself
and put it in a special edition.

What is that?

This is a relic
of the nearly forgotten past.

Very cleverly engineered to hold you
together when you jump up and down.

Come here. Let me see that thing.

Now, also a cheerleader must not be
a loose and immoral woman.

- Mm.
- (LAUGHING) Mm-hm!

Hey, how did you know how to do that?

There really is something to this stuff.
It's such a turn-on to take it off.

Yeah? I bet they had a lot of fun
in Queen Victoria's time,

what with all those lace petticoats
and girdles and things.

Yeah, maybe you ought to dress up
like this sometime and we'll get high.

(LAUGHING) OK.

You've got to wear a cod piece.

And I've got to see you...

- ...in a cod piece.
- Oh, my cod, my cod!

- Mm.
- Cheerleader, huh?

- Yeah.
- That's pretty far out.

- There is one thing, though.
- Yeah? What's that?

Ah, I have to move into the dorm.

- Into the dorm?
- Yes.

To do my research, don't you see?

It's just for the duration
of the term paper.

And I will do all of my work here.

- And all your play.
- Right here.

(PIANO MUSIC)

(UPBEAT PIANO MUSIC)

ALL: Ah!

If you eat that by yourself,
I'll give you another one free.

Great. I could eat it
on the way to the hospital.

Are you sure you want that beer, darling?

I mean, you should really lose
a few pounds before Saturday.

Dig in, sports fans.

Do you know where Ross is?
He said he'd be here.

Don't worry. He'll be here.

- Meet you in the middle.
- Buck, you're so evil.

What do you think, Kate? Am I evil?

That depends on what your next move is.

Buck, you're terrible.

Isn't it awful the way
these football players take liberties?

They must think they're heroes,
the way they carry on.

Remember, you can't treat ladies
the same way

you treat football players on the field.

(PIANO MUSIC CONTINUES)

Where's she running off to?
You'd think she didn't enjoy our company.

(DOOR SLAMS)

- Hi.
- Sorry.

- I'm behind schedule about two hours.
- For what? The Miss America contest?

I've got a date. With Ross Baker.

Ah, yes, the star football player.

How natural.

You do this for every date, Andrea?

How do you have time for anything else?

Ross wants me to look good,
so I've got to look good, right?

My God, I'm out of eyeliner.

- Lisa, can I use your eyeliner?
- Coming up.

I bet he'd like you a lot better
without this iron maiden.

- You mean my bra?
- Ever thought of going without it?

No. What would Ross think?

If Ross has the same basic equipment
as other men I know, he will love it.

I know that. He always take it off
anyway later. I mean, in public.

- Hi Kate. Welcome to the madhouse.
- Hi Lisa, thanks.

I'm just trying to liberate Andy here
from her bra

in the interests of higher education.

It seems she is way ahead of me in that.

Only in ambition.

Honey, we've all been trying
to get this kid laid for quite a while.

She seems to have something against it.

- Come on, Lisa.
- You mean she has never 'done it'?

I just never found
the right guy, that's all.

I'm willing, I think.

What's the matter
with this Ross character?

Looks like he knows his way around
a... computer program.

Actually, he is a little shy.

It's not that he doesn't try.
He just gets me to a certain point.

Then I just can't go any further.
I don't know why, I just can't.

I think I have just the thing for you.

Here.

If this doesn't do the trick, you should
trade your halfback in for a newer model.

Come on, Andy. She's right.

This might be the night.

(SPRAYING)

Got news for you, Ross.

You'll never get off the ground
without feathers.

Won't be the first time.

Hey, Stud. Haven't you made it
with the virgin queen yet?

Almost.

Almost? What do you mean, almost?

You're giving the whole team
a bad name, Ross.

You've been dating Andrea for months.

Spending a lot of money and everything
and you haven't even scored yet.

Tonight's the night. I'm sure of it.

Good. Positive thinking.

I'm going to let you in
on one of my innermost secrets.

Now, instead of taking her out...

bring her here and cook dinner for her,

with some soft music,
a little candlelight,

and a little wine to mellow her down.

It's an absolutely infallible method.

- Really?
- It never misses.

- But I don't cook.
- Neither can I. No problem.

I'll order you my special menu...

It will be delivered to your door,
ready to eat.

All you have to do is splatter a little
gravy on your apron and you're all set.

Hey, Buck.

I can't do that.

How bad do you want it?

(ROMANTIC MUSIC)

Cordon bleu.

Cheers!

Cheers, Andy. Don't you want to toast?

May I have some wine?

This is good, Ross.
I didn't know you could cook.

It is good, isn't it?

You got to try my remoulade.

- No.
- (ROSS GROANS)

(KISSING)

No.

For Christ's sakes, what's the matter now?

Nothing, I just can't.

I thought you wanted to tonight.

I did want to but I just can't.

Ross, please don't.

OK.

I love you. I thought
we had something together

but I can't take this anymore.

It's not realistic. It's killing me.

It's just not natural. You're almost 20
years old. What are you saving it for?

Maybe you can live like this but I can't.

I've had it, goodbye.

- Where are you going?
- I just got to get out.

- You stay here if you want.
- I'm sorry.

- I didn't mean to make you mad.
- I'm not mad!

I don't know what I am. I'm just not mad.

See ya.

(NIGHT INSECTS)

(CHEERLEADERS CHANTING IN THE BACKGROUND)

Mm.

Wow!

(LAUGHING)

Ooh.

Looking them over good, now Fred?

What, what? Oh! Yeah.

Hey, that Larson-Ross
combination was all right.

Those two boys work together
like they've got the same head on them.

This Sunday's game will be a turkey shoot.

Say, by the way,
our friend with the numbers tells me

we can get eight to five odds by holding
the spread down to six points.

It'll be OK against Irwindale,

but if we try to squeeze it too much,
it just won't look good.

OK, I'll set it up then.
How much do you want in for?

- Er, a thousand?
- All right.

Oh, er, John?

I'm a little short right now.

Do you, er, think the alumni association
can loan me a thousand?

This one time, Fred.

That's all I need.

Hey, John. How about giving the boys
one of your pep talks right now?

- OK.
- All right.

Go!

- (APPLAUSE)
- (WHISTLE)

(CHEERLEADERS CHANTING IN THE BACKGROUND)

Hey, how's the Vestal Virgin?

- None of your goddamn business.
- She didn't surrender yet, huh?

- A lot of guys waiting in line, you know.
- Including you?

I've got my sights on that new one
over there. Kate what's-her-name.

Yeah? You and about a dozen other guys.

No problem.
I got her all locked up already.

Oh, yeah? What about Mary Ann?

Well, we have an arrangement.

She thinks she's keeping me in line
by deciding when she wants to put out.

So I just keep my rep up
by balling all the other chicks

and she'd be the last to know.

Women believe what they want to believe.

Let's hit it!

Hit 'em again, hit 'em again,
harder, harder.

Hit 'em again, hit 'em again,
harder, harder.

Kate, you're not doing it right.
It's the right arm with the left leg.

That's what I was doing, Mary Ann.
My right arm with my left leg.

Everybody, let's just call it a day.
I think we're just a little bit tired. OK?

Let's call it a day?

- Hi.
- Hi.

Can you be ready in about 15 minutes?

- Ready for what?
- What do you think?

I've got a couple of hours.
We can go over to my place

- and get it on.
- What?

Sure, I want to finish what we started.

Just like that, eh?
You want me, just whistle.

Well, what do you mean? I thought...

You thought that
just because you rang the doorbell

you could walk right in
and make yourself at home, did you?

Typical puerile, pig-skinned jock.

I choose my own sex partners, thank you.

And don't bother to get on the waiting list
because it's for men only

and I don't think you'll quite make it.

Buck! Daddy's gonna make a speech.

Well, it looks like somebody's tugging
at that ring in your nose

so you'd better get moving, boy.

- MARY ANN: Buck, come on!
- Wait a minute, Kate.

Listen, I'm sorry. You're right.

Can I talk to you later maybe?

How's it going?

Better than I dreamed it would.

I am calling it
"The Swinging Cheerleaders -

"an examination of female exploitation
in contemporary society".

Dynamite.

Listen, what do you say you take a break

and let your typewriter cool off.

I don't think so, Ron.
I have to get these notes typed up.

Which one of those jocks
is starting to look good to you?

Don't be foolish.

Come on. I'm horny.
It's been a while, you know.

Goddamn it, Ron. Can't you see I am busy?

No, hold on.
Getting a little bit touchy, aren't you?

I think you're starting to see
a little too much of those Neanderthals.

Those Neanderthals have a few qualities
you might take a good look at.

I see. Now those football pigs
are better than I am.

- Is that it?
- You said it. I didn't.

All right, Kate.
You do your damn research.

(SARCASTIC) And I hope you get
a good grade.

I think you're jealous.

You play your little game, Kate.

When you're through, let me know.

Now we see through Herman's law,

the permutations of a secondary
nature are in fact limited

to the number of...

I'll finish off tomorrow. Class dismissed.

Listen, you guys go on ahead
to the goalpost.

I have to see Thorpe about some tutoring.

I failed my last quiz.

And if I don't keep up my grade,
I don't keep my scholarship.

Simple statistics.

(LAUGHING) See you later!

- Oh, Professor Thorpe?
- Yes, Lisa.

I have a problem. Could you see me now?

My office in five minutes?

Fine. Thank you very much.

- Frank, I love you so much.
- Mm-hm, yeah, me too.

But hey, what's the idea of sitting there

in the front row
with no underpants like that?

Don't you know what that does to me
when I'm explaining permutations?

Sure, but I want to take your mind
off permutations,

for a while at least.

Sure, but in the middle of a school day?

Please. Couldn't we?

Just for a little while.

God, lady, you're such a turn-on.

(GENTLE SIGH)

(PHONE RINGS)

Hello? Oh, yes, sweetheart.

Yeah, I had to work late.
Didn't I tell you?

There was a departmental meeting
this afternoon.

Then I had a few papers to correct.

I'm sorry, I should have phoned.

(IRRITATED) Yes, it was
important enough to stay here.

Well, I would appreciate it if you wouldn't
phone every time I'm five minutes late!

When are you going
to get your divorce, Frank?

You're making yourself miserable.

You're making us miserable.

Pretty soon.

These things take a lot of time
and a lot of money.

I don't know how much longer I can go
on pretending I don't know you.

It's tearing me apart.

Me too. Just hang in there
a little longer.

I've got a few investments down.

Pretty soon we're going to be
rolling in so much clover,

we can build a pile of it on the bed
and ball in it.

Frank, we don't need money to be happy.

Don't fool yourself, kid.

Money buys happiness.
That's what it's all about.

Believe me.

I got to go, kid. I'll see you.

LOUDSPEAKER: Mesa State to play.
Larson calling signals.

(CROWD CHEERING)

(HORN BLARING)

- Get in there and kick some ass.
- Kick ass, Skip.

Well, did you place the bets?

Everything's set.
The odds are even better now.

Hold them to six points and we clean up.

Anybody suspicious?

No, but we'd better win
the next few games pretty big.

And then we can move in with better odds.

Take him out, Schwartz, take him out!

Look, you give me the right schedule.
I'll take care of the rest.

- You'll have it.
- OK.

Good, nice work.

The least you can do
is pay attention, Kate.

OK, come on, ready? Begin!

(DRUMMING)

Half-time score:
Mesa State 14, Irwindale 0.

All right, second team get in there.

Go!

- Second team, coach?
- That's what I said.

But we have to score.

Think you're the only one
who can play ball, Buck?

Give some of the other kids a chance.

LOUDSPEAKER:
Mesa State sending in substitutions.

Jaworski into the game.

First to ten.

And they go around
in for a 25, 30, 35 yard gain

to the Mesa State 40 yard line.

State focus again.
And there's the final gun.

Mesa State not on form today
but they still come out on top: 21 to 9.

Why are you guys looking so down?
We won didn't we?

Not really. We should have creamed
that fourth rate bunch of stumblers.

- What do you mean?
- Why don't you ask the coach?

Coach? I don't get it.

Buck! Bucky, Daddy's waiting.

Wait a second, Kate.

I'd kinda like to have
that talk with you now.

Sounds like you're pretty tied up.

Well, I gotta show up
at the victory party, but...

I can get away in about an hour.

Well, OK.

Come up to my place and maybe I'll be in.

Buck!

Katy, come on.
Aren't you coming to the party?

I'll be along in a minute, guys.
I've got some things to take care of.

(KNOCKING)

Oh.

Come in, Buck.

Hi, Kate.

Sit down.

Well, you'd better come to the point.

Your friends might come looking for you
if you're gone too long.

Oh, I get it. You're needling me
about Mary Ann again.

That's such an easy target, Kate.
You ought to aim higher than that.

I guess you're right. I'm sorry.

Listen, Kate.
I'm here on a football scholarship.

And staying in college means a lot to me.

My father saved up all his life
to put his kids through college.

Then he got sick
and it all went to keeping him alive

in a coma for three years.

What I'm getting at is that I'd put up with
just about anything not to let him down.

I'm so sorry about that.

No, I can't blame you.

I guess I came on
like a real ass, didn't I?

Then you start talking like that

to show off to your friends
and it gets to be a habit.

Can you forget it?

Forget it.

What did you want to talk to me about?

Kate, I don't know.

I think there's something funny going on.

- What do you mean?
- We were only up by 11 points

and Turner sent in the second team.

I mean, it just doesn't make sense.

I don't know much about football,

but I'm sure Coach Turner
knows what he's doing.

Yeah, except for today.

I just have the feeling
that something's wrong.

Would you mind keeping an eye out

and let me know
if anything seems funny to you?

OK. But why me, Buck?

I don't know.
I just feel you're more serious, I guess.

Like you said,
I guess I'd better be going.

Buck, I'm glad we talked.

So am I, Kate.

I didn't offer you anything. Would you
like a cup of coffee or something?

Yeah, sure.

It'll just take a minute.

Actually,
I really don't have to go at all.

Hey, it wasn't bad.

We can try again, if you like.

(GENTLE GUITAR MUSIC)

I don't know, Buck.

Maybe you should go.

Is that what you really want?

You have to help me decide.

(MUSIC CONTINUES)

(MUSIC GROWS LOUDER)

Welcome home.

When did you start sitting up in the dark?

When the sun went down.

- What have you been up to?
- Oh, the usual.

Research for my article.

Far out.

Ron, I've come across something
I don't quite understand.

- About what?
- About football.

Can people bet on games
and win a lot of money?

Sure, if they know who's gonna win.

You know if you have the best team,
don't you?

Yeah.

But then so does everybody else.

So you bet a points spread.

Like when you win back 6 points,
or 12 or whatever.

But you can't tell
what that's going to be, can you?

No, not unless you rig the game.

That's pretty hard to do.

Would there be a lot of money in that?

Sure. You'd have to rig out
a whole season to really score.

Listen, speaking of scoring...

I did today.

- Want to get high?
- I don't think so, Ron.

I've been getting
such bad vibes from you lately.

Oh, yeah?

Maybe you're feeling guilty
about something.

You are surly tonight.
Are you getting you period or what?

What I'm getting
is tired of waiting for you

to finish servicing
that ra-ra playboy of yours.

So that's it?
All right, I won't deny it happened.

It was part of my research.

A quick one two
for the old journalism class, is that it?

How was it?

Not bad.

In fact it was great, I loved it.

Now, would you like to hear the details?

Would that turn you on?
It would, wouldn't it?

- Well, let's see...
- Shut up!

Well, now we're finally down to basics,
aren't we?

The only reason
I don't beat the crap out of you

is because I think you'd like it.

Now, you and your Buck Larson
can research yourselves to death.

But don't come here afterwards, baby.

You don't have to worry about that
any more, Ron.

I've decided not to do my paper.

I'll find another topic.
And another typewriter.

I have learned one thing anyway.

Things aren't always what they seem to be.

Don't eat your heart out,
waiting for him to come back.

Well, what can I do?

Look, you have gotten into a rut,
worrying about Ross.

You need to do it the first time
with a complete stranger.

Somebody you will never see again.

Of course, she's right, Andy.

Find somebody you don't give a shit about.

You'd be surprised
what that can do for a girl.

- Really?
- Sure.

You mean it?

Don't be afraid to use men
for what you want.

They do it to us without a qualm.

Well said, sister.

I'm not so sure.

Come on!

Take a chance.

OK... I'll do it.

- Resolved?
- Resolved.

That's it. I'll just make out with
the first far-out freak that hits on me.

You can't imagine
how much better I feel already.

You don't know yet how much better
you're going to feel, sweetheart.

MAN: Read about corruption in high places!

Read about corruption in high places!

Get your Mesa Free Press!

Read about corruption in high places!

- Hi!
- Hi.

- Want a paper?
- Sorry, no money.

It's all right.
No one's buying them anyway.

Headed for the big party?

No, I'm going to the dorm.

Doesn't sound like much fun.

- I don't mind.
- Well, I guess you wouldn't.

Want some company?

Well, there's newspapers to sell.

Well, this isn't exactly the best crowd
to sell any free press.

You're the first one to take one.

Glad to give it to you.

I tell you what.
Why don't we go back to my place

and I'll even give you
a glass of Spanish sherry to drink

while you read the paper.

- OK, let's go.
- All right.

To the freedom and dignity of man.

You really believe that, don't you?

Yes, I do.

Because I believe it,
I've been clubbed by the police,

tear-gassed by the National Guard,

arrested and jailed by the jackals
of the White House.

I've been subjected to backroom tortures

that you couldn't even imagine.

You see this.

See this scar?

That's from two weeks
in the Baltimore county jail

before they even charged me with a crime.

They tortured you?

But they didn't break me.

I didn't know.

How could you? I don't tell many people.

But somehow I feel I can talk to you.

Isn't that wonderful how you could
talk to someone who's a stranger?

Yes, you understand!

Yes, we are strangers.

And yet I feel like
I've known you all my life.

Yes, I feel that way too.

I feel you could help me with something,
a problem I have.

- Why don't I put on some music?
- Ah, I'd like that.

I'll take care of everything.

(ROMANTIC MUSIC)

Now, about that problem.

Well, I don't know how to say this, but...

Yes?

Oh, gosh, I know this sounds weird

but I don't know if I'm still a virgin.

I see.

I mean, I am actually.

I've never gone all the way

but I don't know if I have
my protection any more.

A-ha.

Well, that depends on whether you've
been doing a lot of motorcycle riding

or horseback riding.

Could you...?

Yeah?

I wonder if you'd mind,
I mean, if you could tell.

Could I tell?

Yes, with your hand, I mean.

Oh, I suppose.

You mean now?

- Do you feel anything?
- Nothing unusual.

- Does that hurt?
- No, not at all.

- What about that?
- Oh.

I'd say everything feels about normal.

It'd be a lot better
if we took off our clothes.

- No, I couldn't do that.
- Come on, let me help you.

No, look, please.
Let's just do it like this for a minute.

Shit. All right, like this.

(MUSIC CONTINUES)

- Gently.
- I'll be gentle.

- Is that it?
- Not quite.

You will be careful, won't you?

I'll be careful.

I'm not protected or anything.

Oh, OK.

I'll take care of you, baby.
Don't worry about a thing.

Ron, come on. Let's do it some more!

I want to do it every way there is.
This is my first time.

I want it to be wonderful.

- Sorry.
- Hey, baby. Try some of this.

(COUGHS) Ooh, jeez. That's terrible.

Mm. It's all part of the scene.
You want to do everything, don't you?

OK, then, will you show me
some more ways to do it?

Sure. You're right.

You should do everything the first time.

It's the only way you'll know
what the real you is like.

Hey, what's happening?

Shut up. Just listen to me.

I want you to round up
some of the family members

and come right over.

I've got this really
fantastic thing going.

We are going to do something
really depraved.

A nihilistic happening, you dig? Huh?

Are you ready for this?

We are going to gang bang a cheerleader.

It's gonna be your night of nights, kid.

Make up for all those wasted years
you've been saving it.

Thanks.

What in the world? Andy!

Ross, what happened?

I don't know everything.

She staggered into my place
at 5 o'clock this morning.

She wasn't talking clearly about it
but I got enough to know what to do.

What do you mean?

She'll tell you if she wants to.

I tried to take her to a doctor
but she wouldn't go.

- Oh, my God.
- You'll be all right now, Andy.

I feel like it's all my fault.

I'm gonna take care of you now,
forever, if you still want me.

Oh, Ross. Of course I do.

Can you still want me
after all that's happened?

I think I can.

Really, I mean that.

- You're such a good person.
- Oh, Lord.

Come on, Andy. Let's put you to bed.

You just need to catch a few good z's
and you'll be OK.

Well, I got some important business
to take care of.

I'll stop in and check on her later.

Here, this'll be good on the old tum-tum.

Well, aren't you gonna tell us
what happened?

It was horrible.

It was so horrible,
I don't think I can talk about it.

Oh, come on, Andy! You owe it to us.

(KNOCKING)

- Yeah, who is it?
- MAN: Telegram.

(KNOCKING)

(BURSTS THROUGH DOOR)

- Put 'em up, freak!
- What are you talking about?

You know what I'm talking about.

I'm gonna thrash you
within an inch of your life.

I want to see you defend yourself
like a man, if you could imagine that.

- Are you out of your fucking mind?
- (PUNCH)

(CLATTERING)

Get up, and don't give me any of that
'we shall overcome' routine either.

Not this time, pig. This is my house.

(PUNCH)

(GLASS SMASHES)

(PUNCH)

(CHEERING)

(BRASS BAND MUSIC)

(WHISTLE BLOWS)

LOUDSPEAKER: At half way,
Mesa State - 28, SJU - 6.

After two disappointing
performances recently

this Mesa State football squad
is really back in the groove.

SJU tackle for a 10 yard loss.

SJU has been unable to move the ball
effectively so far today.

Mesa State wins it, 42 to 12.

(FUNK MUSIC)

Hey, Frank, What it is, huh?

Hey, I want you to meet my friend.
Lisa, Ernie.

My, my. Where have you been keeping
this lovely young thing?

Out of sight. Not no more.

- There'll be good times from now on.
- Right.

Enjoy the fruit of success, they say.

All right, er, as they say.

By the way, Ernie, you got some
of the fruit in the fruit bowl for me today?

Sure have, bro.

- Thanks, Ernie.
- No problem.

But I got to say, I sure wish
I had some of that good luck

you've been grabbing lately.

Good living, my friend. That's the secret.

- What'll you have?
- A scotch on the rocks.

A black Russian.

(LAUGHING)

Frank, that's the third time tonight
someone's handed you one of those.

If I didn't know you better,
I'd swear you were running numbers.

I used to when I was a kid.
Right in the same neighbourhood in fact.

That's how I got interested in statistics.

You know, figuring the odds.

You sure seem different here.
You don't even talk the same.

Yeah? Maybe that's the real me.

You know, the together me. You like it?

I don't know. It's kind of scary.

- It turns me on!
- All right!

ERNIE: Is that black enough for you?

(LAUGHING) Come on, swinger.
Dance with me.

Let's go.

(FUNK MUSIC)

Oh, Lisa. It's beautiful.

Yeah, it is. Isn't it?

Congratulations.

Of course, you've got to keep it quiet.

He hasn't gotten his divorce yet
so I can't flash it around.

He's gonna quit teaching
after we're married.

Take a long honeymoon in the Caribbean.

On a teacher's salary?

Oh, he's got some kind of investments.

What kind of investments?

I don't know. Kind of shady I guess.

Some kind of gambling thing.

But, whatever it is, he always wins.

It kind of grows by square roots
or something like that.

You know how he is with numbers. A genius!

(UPBEAT MUSIC)

(LAUGHING)

Oh!

Hey, where's your beer?
You can't come in here without a beer!

- Hey, Bartender.
- Oh, come on Buck. Be serious.

- I have to talk to you.
- I am serious. I'm very serious.

This is just an act I'm putting on
to deceive the spectators.

- Now, what's up?
- Is there somewhere we can be alone?

Right here. Not even the CIA
would bug us for all this noise.

Hey, Buck.

Excuse us, pretty lady, but we have
some men's business to talk about.

Suzy is upstairs in George's room,
giving everybody head.

Everything.

I thought you'd like to know about it
and get into it before she passes out.

- For Christ's sake, leave me alone!
- Why don't you want to do it?

She gives lousy head anyway.

Buck, come on. This is really serious.

Ah, yeah. Sorry about that.

OK, go ahead. I'm all yours.

All right.
Without going into a lot of details,

I think Coach Turner and some
of the others are betting on the games

and rigging them to go the way they want.

Huh?

You told me how Coach Turner held
the team back so you couldn't score.

But we won by 30 points.
The old bastard never rode us so hard.

I know. That's how they get the odds up.
Don't you see?

- Then the next time...
- Wait a minute.

Maybe we should go someplace
where we can be alone.

Buck! Bucky! You're missing all the fun.

My, you're getting awfully friendly
with my fiancé.

- Your what?
- Fiancé, darling.

Oh, it's all right.

I talked it over with Daddy
and everything's all worked out.

What?

Hey, everybody!
Buck's got an announcement to make.

Um... er...

Oh, silly boy!

What he wants to say is that we're
officially announcing our engagement.

(CHEERS)

You shouldn't try to play
out of your league, little girl.

(LOUD CHEERING)

(VOICE ON TANNOY IN BACKGROUND)

Hey, cheerleader. Got a minute?

Well, the campus radical.

I suppose every campus has to have one.

- Like a village idiot.
- Very funny.

By the way, I heard about
what happened to you.

Very interesting, I must say.

I suppose you're going around saying
you've been worked over by the FBI

- or the CIA, or...
- All right, already.

Trouble with you is you don't recognise
an ally when you see one.

- Words, words, words.
- You got it.

And here they are.
I think you'll want to read these.

Why would I want to read
anything of yours?

They're not mine.

They are the deathless prose
of a certain mutual friend.

LOUDSPEAKER: On your marks, get set...

- Not now.
- (STARTER GUN)

When you got some time.

(CHEERS)

(WHISTLE BLOWS)

All right, you animals. Ten laps! Go!

You're looking better than ever, Fred.

Yeah. See the paper this morning?

They say we're a cinch
to have an undefeated season.

Yeah, I saw that.

From the numbers, they said they'd push
the odds up 20% on the big game.

- Oh, boy, oh, boy!
- That's just what I was thinking.

This is our big chance, Fred.
The chance of a lifetime.

If I can hold Larson and Ross
down to seven points

we'll win by 14 and it'll look clean.

No, not this time.

What do you mean?
These guys are in top form.

- I can't turn 'em loose.
- You're not going to.

In fact, you're gonna hold them so tight,
Mesa will lose the game.

Lose it? But John, we can have
an undefeated season.

Look, Fred.
The odds against losing are 40-1.

Would you rather have
an undefeated season or be a rich man?

You've done a beautiful job so far.
Only this one last time.

Yeah, but they're like a team
of wild horses.

I can rein them in a little bit.

But I can't make Buck Larson
lay down and play dead.

- I can.
- You mean bring him into the fix?

- Yep.
- He wouldn't do it... Would he?

Look. He's engaged to my daughter,
Mary Ann.

He's expecting a fine future
in my sporting goods business

and we'll give him a good piece
of the action. He's no fool, Fred.

But suppose, just suppose he says no.

There'll be an alternative.
I'm no fool either.

And I've got the whole alumni treasury
riding on this one, my friend.

Look, I'll tell you what.

Why don't you find yourself
a little cheerleader

who'd like a nice long vacation
in the Bahamas, first class?

You're still a young man, Freddy.

You're entitled to enjoy
the good things in life, aren't you?

(SLOW-PACED, MELLOW MUSIC)

Mm, hm-mm.

Mm!

(MELLOW MUSIC CONTINUES)

Sorry, I didn't see you standing there.

No, it was my fault.
I was standing here watching you.

I thought you were asleep.

You looked so peaceful,
just like a little boy.

I was just concentrating
on some new plays I've designed here.

Oh, really?

How fascinating!

So creative.

(SEDUCTIVE) Gosh, we sure are lucky
to have you for a coach, Mr Turner.

Well, I do my best, that's all.

Although, we're lucky to have you
as a cheerleader too, Miss Cory.

Girls like you give the boys something
they think is worth fighting for.

Gosh, that makes me tingle all over
when you talk like that!

Really? Well, you er,
give me those same feelings sometimes.

- Did you know that?
- (SURPRISED) What?

Why, Mr Turner...

that's the finest compliment
any cheerleader could ever ask for.

Mm.

Why, I'm really touched, Miss Cory,

Please, don't be formal with me.

My friends call me Katy.

Well, er... fine, Katy.

Now, did you want to see me
about anything?

Don't you know?

Well, er, not exactly.

I think you do.

I think you're a very perceptive man.

- Oh, isn't that beautiful?
- Yeah.

I've always dreamed
of going someplace like this.

Have you? So have I.

You know, I'd give just
about anything to go here.

I mean just chuck everything and go.
You dig what I mean?

(CHUCKLING) I sure do!

How would you like to do
something crazy, just once in your life?

Oh, don't tease me, Fred.

I'm not. Maybe I'm plum crazy,

but why don't we both,
you and me together,

just, like you say,
chuck everything and go!

Oh, jeepers, I... I really want to

but it's so expensive
and I haven't anything to wear.

Oh, for heaven's sake, that's no problem.

- It isn't?
- No, no!

Katy, I may not look like it
but I'm a rich man.

- At least I will be pretty soon.
- Really?

You can have all the fancy white bikinis

and the rhinestone studded jeans
your pretty little heart desires.

- You mean it?
- You bet your life!

- Fantastic, then when?
- Right after the big game if you want.

I am gonna collect
on some investments I made

and then we can hop on the first plane
to Bermuda, Jamaica, Nassau -

wherever you say. You decide!

I can't believe it!
It's like a dream come true.

I'm so excited!

- I've got to go shopping!
- Oh, listen. One thing.

You mustn't tell anyone about this.

I mean, other people
just wouldn't understand.

You don't have to worry about that.

I wasn't born yesterday.

You're a remarkable girl, Katy.

Yes, and you just don't know
how remarkable yet.

But you will, Fred.

Is that... a promise?

You bet your life.

Boy! Go Mesa!

Lisa, can I talk with you?

Andrea, there's something
I have to tell you.

I have something to say
and I think you'd all better listen!

Because it means a lot to all of us.

There's something funny going on with
the games and I think I know what it is.

Haven't you done enough already?

- What?
- Take your soapbox somewhere else.

But don't pollute this room.

(SLAMS LOCKER DOOR)

I knew you were a bitch
from the first time I saw you.

You can stew in your own mess
from now on, sweetie.

We know what you are.

(GENTLE FLUTE MUSIC)

Oh, no.

Go!

Come on, we haven't got all day.
Move it, will you?

(WHISTLE BLOWS)

OK, you bums. That's all for today.
Hit the showers.

Hey, Buck.

Well, well, well.

If it isn't our liberated, honest,
little journalist, Miss Kate Cory.

- I'm sorry...
- What do you want, Kate?

You want some more information
on what makes us football players tick?

I'll give it to you straight.
The meat on the hook, that's all.

We don't have any emotions
or feelings or sensitivity.

And on top of that, we're all stupid.

Well, I guess you know that already,
don't you? I don't have to tell you.

Aren't you taking notes?

Isn't that what you wanted
for your article?

Just drop round anytime. I'll be glad
to give you all the notes you want.

But in the meantime, stay out of my life.

You make me sick.

Got something to tell you, bitch.
I'm only going say it once so listen good.

Listen, I said,
or I'll cut your face up like a tomato!

And it won't be the first time,
understand?

It's my man you playing with.
If you want a man, go out and find one.

If you try to take my man away from me,
you asking for a lot of trouble.

- I don't know what you...
- Don't you... lie to me.

I work hard to keep that man in school.

I spent my best years yes ma'amming,
and no ma'amming and yes sir,

and washing shit
off white people's babies.

Now that he's about to strike it rich,
you littler tramp come around,

swish your black ass and your tits

and think you can take my man
away from me!

- (CRYING) No, no!
- I ought to carve my name on that tit

then see what he got to say
the next time you flung it out for him.

Oh, my God!

OK, you got the message.

And something to remind you of
in case you start to forget.

Make sure you're careful who you fuck with

next time you fuck with somebody's man.

(PUNCHING KEYS ON TYPEWRITER)

(KNOCKING)

Yes?

May I come in?

What do you want?

First, I want to say I'm sorry about
the way I acted the other day.

I believe what you said
about changing your mind.

Mary Ann said Ron gave her those notes.

I'd thrown them away.

I'm so ashamed,
I knew I never should have begun.

But it is true
about the games being rigged, Lisa.

I know it is.

Yeah, and that's the other thing.

I know that Frank is taking those bets.

He's still in on it and he won't quit.

What are you going to do about it?

I love him, Kate.
I don't want to hurt him.

He's hurting himself already.

Anyway, the damage is already done.

I'm writing the entire story up
for a magazine article

and I'm calling it
"The Mesa State Watergate".

Wow, talk about mixed emotions.

I'm sorry.

It's all right.

I'm all for it.

I'm glad you said that.
It means a lot to me.

Hey, would you like to read
what I've written so far?

Sure.

Well, there they are.
What a handsome couple.

Been waiting for you, young man.

Mary Ann, why don't you leave us
to our men's business now.

Not too long. Buck needs his rest if he's
going to go out and win this afternoon.

- Yes, I know. I won't keep him long.
- OK.

- See you later.
- Bye.

Come on in here, young man.

- Oh, hello, Professor Thorpe.
- Hi Buck.

Hi Coach.

Well, sit down, Bucky boy. Sit down.

That's it.

Buck, I think Mesa State has been
pretty good to you, don't you agree?

- Yes, sir.
- Well, very good in fact.

An ample scholarship,
spending money, a book allowance.

All of which the Putnam company
arranged, right?

Yes, Mr Putnam and I've always
appreciated that more than I can say.

Good. I know you do, Buck.

And I'm going to give you a chance
to show your appreciation.

Well, thank you, sir.

Now, Buck.

All I'm going to do is to ask you
to accept, on faith,

a few things I'm about to say.

- I'll try, sir.
- Very good.

Now, believe me, if you had
the information we have,

which unfortunately
we just can't tell you right now,

you would understand
why I'm asking you to do this.

I'm afraid I don't quite follow you, sir.

For God's sakes, John,
let's cut all this crap.

Buck, what he's trying to say is
we want you to lose that game today.

Lose the game?

- On purpose?
- That's right, Buck, on purpose.

Buck, you mustn't think of it as losing.

You just take your time with the passes,
relax in the blocking.

Let things take their course
without pushing.

Believe me son, it's the right way to go.

You do this little thing for us now
and you're set up for a long time,

with a fine future in the Putnam
company, I might add.

Refuse... and well...

OK.

(GENTLE LAUGHTER)

I've decided you can all go to hell.

I'm playing to win that game today.
Goodbye.

(DOOR SLAMS)

I really thought the boy
was smarter than that.

What are we gonna do?
We win that game, we're through.

Plus he knows what we've been doing.
If he squeals, it's wraps for all of us.

I don't think he's left us any choice.

Now wait a minute.

I've gone along with the fix
and the bets and everything

but I'm not gonna see a kid hurt.

He won't be hurt, Frank.
Not if he behaves himself.

Hello. Put me through to Sergeant
Belski, university police division please.

Buck!

Wait a minute. What's the matter?

- What do you think?
- I don't know, honestly.

- Then ask your father.
- Daddy?! What are you talking about?

Oh, by the way.

Our engagement was just really a laugh.

It's off.

(CAR SCREECHES)

Daddy?

- Daddy, what happened just now?
- Nothing.

Daddy, don't do that to me.
I want to know.

- It's men's business, Mary Ann.
- Bullshit!

(SLAPS)

Don't use that kind of language
on your father!

Daddy, why did you do that?

(DOOR SLAMS)

Hello, Kate? It's Buck.

I don't have time to talk now
but I have to see you right away.

Now I know you were right
about what you wanted to tell me.

There he goes.

(CAR SCREECHES)

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)

- Shit. What do we do about the broad?
- Nothing.

She won't have trouble
getting another ride.

I'd like to give her a ride.
Did you get a good look at that ass?

(LAUGHING) Get your message!

There's a good spot up there.
Now pull 'em over.

Right.

(SIRENS)

Hello, officer.

I haven't the slightest idea
what I was doing wrong.

Never mind, just let me see your licence.

- What you got in that pocket?
- Get your hands up there.

Feet apart. Spread 'em wide.

You haven't got
any reasonable cause to search me.

Oh, a wise guy!

Come here. Come up there.

Well, well, well! What have we got here?

(LAUGHING)

Let's go, son.

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)

(GEESE CACKLING)

(GENTLE, DRAMATIC MUSIC)

(PANTING)

Hey, hold it. What's going on?

Take it easy. It's all right.
Frank's told us what's happened.

I just can't go along with it anymore.
That's all.

It's one thing to make a few extra bucks,

but I just can't get ready
for that violence trip.

It's starting to get real ugly.

- Where's Larson?
- You won't believe this.

Two university cops rousted him,
planted a joint on him,

and took him off in a patrol car.

- Then he must be in jail.
- No way.

I know those two, Belski and Ryan.

They're a couple of real mean, motherf...
Excuse me.

Right on, but maybe you can think of
a place where they may have taken him.

I got a pretty good idea.

- Why don't we call the police?
- They are the police, sweetheart.

We're gonna have to handle this ourselves.

Ross'll help.

Maybe he can get
some fellas from the team.

(THUD)

How long do you guys
think you can keep me here?

Ooh, not long, sonny.
Just long enough to get you tanked up

for a little party you're going to
later this evening.

- You know they'll be looking for me.
- Sure they will.

And they're gonna find you too.

In a little motel just up the coast,

with a couple of naked ladies
and a king-sized hangover.

(LAUGHS)

And your picture's gonna be
in the papers too.

Now, ain't that nice, huh?

(LAUGHS) Now you gonna drink this,

- or do we have to wet nurse you?
- How much?

All of it, sonny.

Bottoms up!

(GLASS SMASHES)

(THUD)

Hold it. Don't cut him up.
You'll blow the whole story.

- (GLASS SMASHES)
- All right, punk.

I'll find another way to pay you back
for that one later.

Fortunately... we just happen
to have another bottle.

Hold him, Ryan.

(CLATTERING)

(STRUGGLING)

(TRIUMPHANT MUSIC)

(CAR SCREECHES)

Where's Larson? Where's Baker?
Where the hell's the rest of this team?

I ain't seen any of them all day, Coach.

Tell them if their asses
aren't in this locker room in five minutes

they're in big trouble with me.

(BRASS BAND MUSIC)

LOUDSPEAKER: Welcome to the game
between Mesa State and Stockville.

Stockville wins the toss
and elects to receive.

I've never been so humiliated
in my entire life.

How are we supposed to do cheers
with only three people?

Stockville took that kick off
and returned it 48 yards.

Mesa State misses five sure tackles.

What's the matter with you guys?
You're playing like a bunch of fags!

Harrison, get in there
and tell Thomson to take a rest.

First and 10 for Stockville.

There goes Boyle for a 15, 20, 25 yard
gain all the way to Mesa's 12 yard line.

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)

That ought to hold him.
Let's get him out to the truck.

Hey, what the hell is that?

Check it out.

(BELCHES)

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)

- We're closed!
- Open up, man!

I'm from Putnam.
There's been a change in plan.

Come on, man. Open up.

- (EXCLAIMS)
- (PUNCH)

(LOUD PUNCHES)

Ah!

Hey, wait...!

Oh, hi!

(SLURRING) Come to join the party?

Come on, Buck.
We've got to get you to the game!

Get out of here.

Hey, that was my girl!

What's going on? You shouldn't do that.

(EXCLAIMING)

Go, team, go!

(CLAMOUR)

Fly, team, fly. Go, go, go.

(PLAYFUL MUSIC)

Ra-ra-ri! Kick 'em in the knee.

Ra-ra-ra! Kick 'em in the ass.

(PLAYFUL MUSIC CONTINUES)

Ra-ra-ra! Kick 'em in the ass.

Ra-ra-ri...

Ra-ra-ri! Kick 'em in the knee!

Ra-ra-ra...

Andy, come and help me with Buck.
We've got to get him to the game.

BUCK: Where are we going?

(GUNSHOT)

(CLAMOUR FADES)

(EXCLAIMS)

- (THUD)
- (PUNCHES)

(LOUD THUD)

Good teamwork, Professor.

Ah, shit.

Don't worry, we'll get you to a hospital.

Never mind me, just get back to the game.

- You've got to win.
- He's right. Ross, go ahead.

I'll take care of him.

(BRASS BAND MUSIC)

Well, Fred. Too bad you didn't have
an undefeated season.

The game's not over yet.
We could still pull it out.

Mm, don't bet on it.

(LAUGHING)

(BUCK PUKES)

ROSS: Quick, guys. Over the side with him.

KATE: It's working.
Jiggle him up and down a little. That's it.

(GERMAN ACCENT) Is there anything else
I can do for you?

- Could you put this thing up a bit?
- Sure.

- OK?
- Thanks.

- Hi, Lisa.
- How are you, Frank?

Not even bad enough to click 'disability'.

- The bullet kicked off a rib and went out.
- I was afraid.

I'll be out of here in no time.
Probably draw a little probation.

But then I'll be back in action,
free and easy.

That's good.

- I have to get back to the game.
- Wait a second!

What's the matter?

Oh, I see.

- You don't love me anymore.
- Of course I love you, Frank.

It's just that I don't know who I am
or who you are, for that matter.

I just want to have a chance to find out.

Can you understand?

Yeah... You know, I'm not surprised
to hear you say that.

Look, why don't we just say
maybe we'll get together someday

if it works out that way, OK?

Bye, Frank.

So long, sweetheart.

All right, let's show 'em
we're not a one man team.

Now, look. I want you to get out there
and I want you to...

LOUDSPEAKER: Here's some late arrivals.

Let see what Larson brings.

(CHEERS)

(BRASS BAND MUSIC)

Jesus Christ.

I see we're a little behind, Coach.
Are you gonna put me in?

I ought to have you dropped
from the team for showing up late.

Jesus!

(CHANTING) Go, go, go!

Hey, what in the world
is going on around here?

Do you realise we're 21 points behind?

The guys need some support.

Larson replaces O' Brien at quarter-back.

Baker in for Goldberg, Hollis for
Shinsky and Smith also in the line-up.

Mesa State finally has its winning
combination on the field.

I'm sorry you had to hear about it
this way, Mary Ann.

Never mind. Come on, guys,
we've got a game to win.

Larson over the centre. Rolling out,

passes to Baker on the 40.

There he goes. 35, 30, 25, 20.

Out of bounds on the 18 yard line.

And it looks like Mesa State
is back on the road to victory.

(BRASS BAND PLAYING UPBEAT MUSIC)