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Up! And switch!

Riley!

That's nice. That was good.

Alright, everyone!

Come on, hard marks.

Let's go!

Double based?

-Yeah. -Okay.

Five. Five, six, seven dip.

One, three, five, seven, dip,

one, three, five, seven clean, one.

-Bounce on one? -Yeah, yeah, yeah.

-Okay. -Okay, let's do it now.

-Let's do it!

Five, six, seven dip!

One, three, five, seven dip,

one, three, five, seven clean, one.

Okay, I didn't like that one.

It was a little wonky.

-Alright, alright, alright.

Eye contact helps, okay?

-Five. Five, six, seven dip...

One, three, five, seven dip,

one, three, four, five--

Watch out, watch out!

Oh my God! Oh my God!

-Move! -Fuck...

Are you okay? Are you okay?

Hang on, hang on. Just breathe, just breathe.

You've just had the air knocked out of you.

Take it easy. Just breathe.

Augh!

Riley, what happened?

-I dipped.

You gotta ground through your legs more.

-Yeah.

-Take it easy. Take it easy.

Take it easy. Just breathe.

Alright, conditioning, everyone.

Let's go.

-She's fine. Don't go all dark.

-I'm not. I just should have called it.

-She dipped. It happens.

-Yeah, but I should have called it!

-Yeah? -Oh my God!

Okay, stop!

I'm gonna run.

How's this?

-Ow!

-Okay, don't do that.

-Okay, it actually hurts, though.

This is it?

How the fuck is this supposed to go inside you?

Oh, shit!

-You can't just wipe it. You have to boil it now.

- Thanks, Mom. - Just use a tampon.

-Nikki gave it to me.

It's better for the environment.

-Mm, I literally just watched you smash

so much McDonald's before practice, so...

I am many things, dude.

I am complex. I contain multitudes.

Oh, okay, that's... right.

That's what it is, multitudes.

She contains... multitudes.

-Guys, I'm fine.

-Woo! -Yeah, you are!

-It's okay. Don't worry about it.

-Told you she was fine.

Five, six, seven, eight...

One, three, five, seven,

one, three, four, five, seven.

Steps, let's go! Five, six, seven, eight.

One, three, five high V, seven dip,

one, three, five, seven clean, one.

Great.

One, three, five, seven, one...

Three, five...

-How's their form looking? -Good.

One, three, five, seven...

-Hey.

You ready?

-Just a sec.

Five, seven-eight, one-two, three-four,

five-six, seven-eight, one, three, five, seven,

one, two, three.

Did you see?

They're down three more girls.

-Yeah, I saw. -It's a fucking massacre.

-Okay, well, don't look so excited about that.

-I don't. -Yeah?

-I don't! -Uh-huh?

Shit!

-Shh! -Sorry!

Ah!

Ahh...!

I'm taking the chips.

Yeah, you are!

Why'd you say it like that?

Mm, mm, mm!

ABCDEFG!

-Very convincing.

You should go on America's Got Talent.

-Oh, yeah.

Okay, wait.

-That was so sad.

-Oh, it went right back in the bag!

Oh!

-There! -Yes!

-Did you just snort?!

-No, I'm obviously the coolest person.

Yes, spot me. Grab my legs.

-I got you.

-Ready? -Oh, I got you!

-This is so disorienting!

I can touch the ceiling with my toes!

Oh my God.

Push-up, two, three, four!

Oh my God...

I think I'm on top of the chips...

-Oh, I see...

-Oh, oh!

What sign is Rachel?

-Uh, she said a Gemini.

Okay.

Uh...

I hate to break it to you, she's not a Gemini.

She's born in January. Aquarius.

-Wait, what?

-Wanna come in for a sec, say hi?

-Yeah.

Hello!

Hello!

Hello!

- Oh, sorry. - Oh, be careful.

Hey, baby girl.

-Hi, Mom. -Aww!

Hey, you. Oh, you staying for dinner?

-No, I-I can't. -Oh! Hey, hey, hey!

Hi, guys.

Hey! Manners!

Oh my God, how many?

-Sixteen. -Sixteen?!

The theatre called.

They want you to cover on Sunday.

-Yeah. That's fine.

-Uh...

The crotch is rubbed out!

-We were practicing hard this week.

-Uh-huh.

Mm-hm.

Gonna have to make a shiny diaper.

-Okay. -You get a shiny diaper!

-Mom. -You get a shiny diaper!

-Mom, please.

-Everybody gets a shiny diaper!

Bye, Mom.

-I'm sorry. So sorry about that.

Are you sure you don't wanna stay for dinner?

Maybe...?

Please?

-Uh...

I want to, but I can't.

-Okay.

I'll see you tomorrow.

-Yeah.

Leave me.

Bye, Denise!

Bye, mama!

-Bye, babe. -Bye.

-Sweetie, you don't want to ruin your appetite.

How was your day?

-I landed my tuck.

Amanda was here.

-Was she? -After practice.

-Do you need a glass?

She's such a pretty girl.

-Yeah.

This is really good.

-Good. I'm glad you like it.

It's, um, sustainably farmed fish.

First time.

-Oh, it's fish?

I thought it was chicken.

-No, it's fi--

Did I put too much sauce?

-No, it's-- it's good.

-No, I put too much sauce.

Shoot, I knew-- I knew I did.

-No, Mom, the sauce is great.

The sauce is the best part.

-Right, I know, but it's supposed--

the fish is supposed to be the best part.

It's supposed to-- it's supposed to taste like fish.

-Mom, I told you I'll help you clean up after I'm done.

I only hand-wash those ones.

54 yarder but nowhere to go...

-What is he, deaf?

No, no, no, don't, don't.

Your father's exhausted.

-When does he leave?

-Uh, on the red eye tonight.

-They're gonna lose in the first round.

-What?

-The game.

-In there?

Oh, sweetie, I don't--

I have no idea what's going on in there.

I'm so stupid when it comes to sports.

-Mom, don't call yourself stupid.

-I didn't call myself stupid.

I said I was stupid when it comes to sports.

-You're not stupid at all.

Okay.

Five, six, seven dip, one,

three, five, seven, one,

three, five, clean seven.

-That's pretty good.

-That was so much better. -Yeah.

-Was this okay? -Yeah, it was a little weak.

-Nice job back there.

-Okay, oh my gosh. No, that was pretty solid.

-No, it's true.

Everyone!

I knew it!

-I want you to welcome Eileen McNamara

and Devon Sharpe.

Uh, they're looking to fill some spots.

Yeah, alright. Tumbling warm-up.

Let's go, guys!

Go, Amanda!

-Let's go, Rachel. -Come on! You got it!

Yeah!

-Let's go, Riley! -Woo! Go, babe!

Yeah!

Let's go, Riley!

It's okay, it's okay.

-I'm going again.

Riley, it's one go.

You can make it up when we go full-out.

-I'm going again! -Riley!

I'm better than that and I'm going again.

-You okay? -That was better.

That was good.

Yeah!

Five. Five, six, seven dip,

one, three, five, seven dip,

one, three-four-five, seven dip, one,

three, five, seven and clean.

Yeah!

Oh my gosh, oh my gosh...

Okay, how do you guys think we did?

How do you think we did? -Well, you did great.

I've never seen you jump like that, ever.

-No, seriously. -Okay, but you either!

You went first and you killed it!

It was so good. -You did great, babe.

-Hey, you did good. -You stuck the landing, yeah.

-You stuck it the second time. -That was good.

-Okay. -You did good.

Hey, hey. Rachel, Amanda, Riley,

don't change yet.

We're gonna call you in one by one, okay?

Amanda, you're up first.

-Oh my God! -Oh my God!

-Guys, guys! -Okay, relax.

Relax, guys.

-Oh my gosh!

Okay, okay, this is looking good.

This is looking good!

Okay, come on.

Honestly, don't be worried. Seriously.

-You're for sure getting in.

-I don't know.

-I'm fine, okay? Do your thing.

-What? What happened? -I'm fine.

-Rachel?

-Riley.

Riley?

Yeah, hi.

-That was very ambitious.

-Um, I'm very ambitious.

-It was ambitious to think that you could go twice.

Thunderhawks are all about execution.

If you can't execute?

There have been injuries I'm sure you're aware of.

Championships are in two weeks.

Are you a quick study?

-I can do anything.

-Practice is at 8 am on Monday.

-Thank you.

Thank you so much.

Um, Mrs. McNamara?

-Eileen. -Eileen.

Um, I know that dues are probably a thing,

but Amanda DeLuce is incredible.

Maybe you could use another main base or an alternate--

-This conversation's over, Riley.

I'll see you Monday.

Welcome to the Thunderhawks.

So?

Wait, you're in?

-Yeah. -Babe!

-But I tried to tell them how fucking great you are.

-Riley... -I really tried.

-Riley! Riley, I don't have to pay.

-What? -They're so desperate.

-So... you're in?

-I'm in! You're in!

-I'm in too, you dicks! Hi! Hello! I'm here!

-We're all in? -We're all in, baby!

So good!

-Oh my God, woo! -Woo!

-Thunderhawks, here we come. -Oh, yes!

-Holy, guys, I'm a professional third wheel

at this point! Guys?

We're in! We're in! We're in!

Woo!

Woo!

Sleepover!

-Sleepover!

This is my favourite part.

Oh yeah, oh yeah. Okay, okay, woo!

I still remember--

The staggered fall?

Oh, you look good there.

We look good there.

That one girl needs to work on her presentation.

-Babe, get glasses. Oh my God.

Banigan!

-Nope.

No.

Shit!

-Why is she here?

-We're allowed to bring people.

Be nice.

I am nice.

I'm very nice. She's not nice.

-She's our friend's girlfriend.

-Yeah, she's a self-righteous dipshit.

-Shh!

-Hey! -Hey!

Hi.

Hi.

-Ooh, gimme.

-Oh, no, we're not doing sugar anymore.

Okay.

-Oh my goodness, guys, look at us!

We're so cute!

And little-- in our little, our little outfits.

Aww!

-It's a crop top on a 12-year-old, so...

-Actually, it's a crop top on a 15-year-old.

-You know, I read that cheer was only invented

to keep women out of real sports.

-Real sports? -Stop.

I mean, it's obvious.

Who this is for.

-Mm! Men?

I'm guessing men.

And the bows?

Come on, it's infantilizing!

What, you don't love a bold, red lippy

on a teeny, tiny baby?

Babes, did you take an edible?

You know you can't do that when you're drinking.

Look, I get it.

But this is, like, her thing.

No, no. I can do what I want.

Because I'm a grown-ass, sexy baby!

-Okay... -Meow!

I just don't get it.

It's so male-gazey! Like, why? Why?

Why do you have to dress like, like a--

Like what?

Like, say what you were gonna say.

Like what?

-I just... I just meant that...

-I know what you meant, but you're wrong.

It's not about the fucking crop tops.

It's not about men.

We are athletes.

We do mind-blowing shit.

Yeah.

-Okay, it's not about what we look like,

it's about what we do.

Okay? Just let us...

Let us wear our fucking bows and do our fucking flips

and just shut the fuck up.

-Wanna go grab a drink?

-Yeah, sure.

-Insane.

She's not wrong.

What?

It's not just about what we do.

Don't be stupid.

-What are you saying?

How come I didn't get picked, Riley?

I'm just as good as you.

I can afford the dues.

-Don't do that.

-No. It's fine.

-Okay, Laila, you're not a backspot,

and you're not a flyer--

-I bet you any money they're recruiting bases.

You can't be the only three that got picked,

so how come I didn't?

It's because I don't look like you,

and my body doesn't look like your body.

And you fucking know it.

-She's right.

-Fuck that.

-Babe...

-I gotta pee.

-And then there were two. -And then there were two.

-These are my favourite. -Yeah?

-I don't like her. -Me, either.

-No.

-You have the drink? -Ooh, yeah!

-What is this?

-Vodka.

-It's not!

-Oh...

Gin.

Shit.

Oh, oh, I have to pee, I have to pee, I have to pee!

Woo! Oh!

-Jesus Christ!

I just pooed a little!

-Oh my God. -No! No, wait.

Wait...

Ha-ha!

I'm leaving.

No, no, no! I'm done.

I just flushed, I promise. Stay!

I have a present for you.

-You're disgusting!

Ooh.

-What are you...

What are you... doing?

What if Suzanne finds out?

-We just made it to fucking Thunderhawks, okay?

We should be celebrating!

Riley, I'm telling you,

I'm speaking to you from my soul right now.

It's amazing.

Come on! Like, one time? One time!

Yes!

They taste good, too.

Come on.

Come on... Come on! Yes!

Ha-ha!

Yes!

-Shh!

Guys, guys, guys!

We should break into the Thunderhawks gym right now.

Come on!

Come on, guys, guys, guys.

Like, now.

Why not?

-Oh, fuck, let's go.

Let's go!

Shh! -Come on.

Shh!

Shh!

Shh, okay, turn it off, turn it off!

-Oh my God, yes!

Woo!

You're so beautiful.

-Shit, your pupils are like dimes.

Babe... Babe...

Riley.

Babe, you're okay.

-I think I need to go home.

Riley?

Let's go.

Is that you?

Hey, Tracy. Yeah, it's just us.

-Oh, hi, you're here too. Hi.

What-- why are you guys home? What's wrong?

-We just wanted to rest up for tomorrow.

-What's tomorrow? You don't have practice tomorrow.

-For Thunderhawks.

-Oh!

We're going to bed.

-Okay.

-Amanda's staying over.

-If that's okay with you.

-Oh, it's fine. Yes, okay.

Go, yeah. Goodnight. Goodnight.

Okay.

Well, you're all early,

so I don't have to yell at you about that.

Always be early.

Really early.

Never make me tell you that again.

When practice starts, practice starts.

There's no warm-up.

Warm-up is your own responsibility,

which is why we're...?

Always early.

-If you have any questions, ask Gina.

If she doesn't know, ask me.

Great. Uh, tiny one, Rachel.

-Yes, sir.

Don't call me "sir." I'm 32.

That hurts my feelings. Devon is fine.

-Um, yeah. Devon, sir.

You're gonna get thrown right in.

Do you learn quick?

-I can try. -Try?

This isn't middle school. This is ambitious shit.

The last girl died, or broke her toe, I don't remember.

Either way, she couldn't cut it.

And she really tried.

Backspot.

-Riley.

-I know your name, Riley,

I was merely stating your position: Backspot.

Oh.

You're looking after our top girl.

She's exquisite. She's our ace in the hole.

You drop her, you are dead.

-Got it. -Great.

Now you, we're keeping you as a tumbler and an alternate.

Learn the routine. Practice your stunts.

Uh, last thing-- Eileen.

Uh, just be good,

and she'll be as good to you as, uh...

well, as good as she can be.

And never sing that song, "Come On, Eileen." Never.

Even as a joke. She'll crack your skull open.

Just... trust me.

That's it. That's the bit.

Go.

Go!

Alright...

Five.

Five, six, seven dip, one,

three, five, six, seven dip, one,

three, five, six, seven clean, one.

Let's go again.

Set.

Five.

Five, six, seven dip, one.

So you're telling me you don't see it?

-It's the nose.

-The nose is exactly what it is!

-The nose is just not working. -No, it is the nose!

That's why they look alike. Okay.

-Riley, come here for a minute.

Oh... What?

-Mm-hm!

I told you.

Okay.

Okay, you were right.

It's my step-sister's old ID.

Take it.

Maybe a little present.

-Are you sure?

Yeah. Looks more like you anyways.

See? Now you see it.

I do.

How was your first day?

Great.

What did you think?

-Well, I think your connections

could use some work.

And, uh, I need to take a look at the positioning

of some of the baskets 'cause something's funky.

Okay.

-Sorry. Ex-wife.

Uh, yeah, so I'll take a look at the baskets

and we'll work on it.

I'll see you tomorrow.

-A wife?

-Yeah! -She's got a wife ?!

-Well, an ex-wife. But yeah, I heard.

-Could she be any greater?

-Okay, well, she could have a Nobel Prize Award.

-Okay, she is literally perfection.

She's perfect. She's so good.

-Are you breaking up with me right now, Riley?

-Babe, we're in the fucking Thunderhawks

with a fucking gay-ass coach. Are you not dying right now?

-I'm dying! I'm dying, I swear.

-Okay, this is it. -Mm-hm?

-Me and you, like... -Oh?

Me and you and our middle-aged lesbian coach.

-Right? -Yes!

Can't you just call in sick or something?

We're here. I can't.

I'll get you some vegan doughnuts.

Okay, I'll have to catch you when I'm out later.

Hey, what can I get for you?

-You don't have to wait for me.

I'm not.

I'm gonna see something.

Mm-hm!

-Okay.

Bigger sound...

Sharper picture...

Epic experience...

Cineplex...

Welcome back.

Do you have any nachos?

We don't have any more.

The machines are shut down.

-Yeah, but you know, like, leftovers?

-The machines are shut down, babe.

We don't have any more. Everything's in the back.

-Okay.

I'll go wait in the car.

Again!

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight.

One, two, three, four,

five, six, seven, eight.

One, two, three, four--

Your face.

-What's wrong with my face?

-Amanda. -Yeah?

-Can you do it again?

One...

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight.

One, two, three, four-- good!

See? See?

See how easy she's making that look?

You're makin' it look hard.

It needs to look easy!

Again.

One...

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight.

One, two, three, four.

Better, better.

Okay, relax your jaw.

We're gonna do it again.

There you go.

Smile. Smile!

-Well, now you... you look like a serial killer.

I feel like a serial killer!

I know, but this is-- this is the old-school stuff, right?

It's happy, happy, happy energy.

This is the stuff that gets you trophies.

Okay?

Go again.

There we go. Better.

Okay, relax, relax, everyone!

Whoa, slow down!

Ooh, you girls stink.

-Yeah, 'cause we've been training.

Yeah?

Train these animals to sit!

Ooh-ooh-ooh... ooh!

Mom, what are you doing?

-Mmm! Mmm, mmm, mmm.

What? We have to celebrate.

-Yeah, but you didn't have to do this.

-Look, they did the names and the colours.

-Yeah, I see, but we could have just made one.

But I wanted to do something nice for you,

so you could just be grateful.

-It looks good.

Yeah, that's the attitude!

Who's ready for sparkles?

Five, four, three, two, one...

Lift-off!

Yeah!

That's amazing.

Okay--

-Mom, it's okay. Thank you.

-Alright, well, I got the... Here we go.

Well, that does that.

-Okay. -Let's taste this bad boy.

It looks...

Choc-o-late, choc-o-late!

I've got really good cutting skills.

Yes.

You've gotta eat cake.

You can't waste cake.

Oh, God, I love chocolate.

Oh, yeah!

I love how it looks, right?

In a small town, a school librarian has vanished...

Physical evidence suggests foul play,

but no body has been found.

-I am fucking stuffed.

-Same. -Shove.

Ugh!

Get in here.

Hmm!

-Babe?

-What?

-Why?

-I just-- I had a headache.

I was rubbing it.

Love you.

-I love you.

Hey!

I don't care if you can't get pregnant,

if I ain't having sex in this house,

you bet yo' ass nobody else is!

-Mom! Jesus!

Bed!

-I'm going!

Uh-huh!

Thank you!

The tape shows someone dumping something,

but the images aren't clear.

The pickup truck looks a lot like Martin's.

Ugh!

Do you think it's gonna swell?

-You got kicked in the face, Riley.

-Yeah, but do you think it's gonna swell?

-Relax. Just ice it. You'll be fine.

-She's gonna cut me if I don't look good.

-She's not gonna cut you.

She likes you.

♪ This kind of thunder...

Five, seven...

-Let's go! Get it up!

♪ This kind of thunder...

♪ I hear thunder...

but there's no rain ♪

♪ This type of thunder...

break walls and windowpane ♪

♪ I hear thunder...

but there's no rain ♪

-What are you doing? Go, guys. Let's get it up.

-Again.

-Five, six, seven, eight!

Go, go, go!

♪ This type of thunder...

breaks walls and windowpane ♪

♪ I hear thunder...

but there's no rain ♪

♪ This type of thunder...

breaks walls and windowpane ♪

You can go further than that.

Come on.

Breathe.

Riley?

Come take over.

-Take over.

Arms up.

Hold her arms.

Hold 'em up.

Knee on her back, push down, hard.

Riley, push down.

Push down.

You can go further. Come on, breathe.

Square those hips. Keep those toes pointed.

Push, push. Push hard!

Breathe into it.

-Good.

-Her extension was shit.

-Don't.

-You heard her.

She should be able to hit a split.

Seven, eight!

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight.

One, three-four, five, seven-eight.

Three more practices, guys.

Three more.

That's nothing!

If you guys can't get it together, so help me God.

Everyone here is replaceable.

There's people sitting on the sidelines who have targets

on your back.

People who are ready to push their bodies to the limit.

So don't think for a second that you're special,

and don't think for a second that I wouldn't trade you out.

Again! Again!

-Riley?

Riley!

-Hey, hey...

Riley?

Think about your shoulder, Riley.

Think about your shoulder.

Feel my hand on your shoulder, okay?

You're gonna breathe in when I squeeze.

Breathe out when I release. Okay, ready?

In...

Out.

In...

Out.

Good. You're okay.

Just follow my hand. Follow my hand.

In.

Good, good. That's really good.

That's really good.

Good.

Are you okay?

-Mm-hm.

-You need to walk it off?

-No. No, I'm okay.

-Good girl.

Again!

Come on!

Okay, set!

Five, six, seven, eight!

One, three-four, five.

Five, five, six, seven, dip.

One, three,

five, six, seven, dip, one...

Hey.

-Hey.

I do-- I do that, too.

-You eat cold Chinese food leftovers in your car?

-No, I, uh, watch practice.

I record it and I watch it.

-Shouldn't you be at lunch?

Where's Amanda?

-She left.

-Yeah, they do that.

-What?

-Go have lunch. You got 30 minutes.

-Okay.

That's what I'm saying.

No way!

I know!

Do you wanna see something amazing?

Sure.

Press play.

-It's great.

Yeah, but look in the background.

Oh my God!

Right?

-Does he know you know? -No.

And don't tell him that you know.

And definitely don't tell Eileen.

She'll flip if she finds out he's hanging in bars again.

-How's your burger?

I'm gonna get ice cream.

Wait up.

Hey.

You were just doing what you were told, right?

-God.

Five, six, seven dip, one, three...

five, six, seven dip, one...

-Eileen hates my presentation.

-Well, fuck her, then.

-Okay, but don't talk about her like that.

-Dude, relax.

One.

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight...

-These are disgusting.

-Then don't touch it.

If it's disgusting.

Five, six, seven, eight,

one, two, three, four...

You make it look so easy.

-Yeah, I do.

I make it look so fucking easy.

Again!

Five, six, seven, eight, one.

Again and again till we get it right!

Three, four, five, seven, eight, one,

three, four, five, six, seven, eight, one.

Do it one more time.

Square your hips, squeeze.

Squeeze, okay?

Go.

Five.

Five, six, seven bend, one...

Three-four, five, seven-eight, one...

-Squeeze.

Squeeze!

-Okay, okay. Try not to move.

Stay on your back. Stay on your back.

Try not to move, okay?

Keep your knees up.

Call an ambulance.

It's okay. You're gonna be okay.

Keep your eyes open. Stay awake, okay?

-You called the parents? -Yeah.

-Good. -Okay, I'll see you.

-Okay, I need you guys to keep it together.

Amanda, you're flying.

-What?

I can't fly.

-Then practice.

-No.

-Excuse me?

No.

-Rachel, you're top girl.

-Yes, ma'am.

-We'll figure out your old position tomorrow.

Everybody go home.

You're tired.

Rest up.

What the fuck, babe?

-I'm not breaking my neck for this, Riley.

-So you're just gonna do great and then...

and then, what, you're gonna quit?

-I can't get a fucking concussion! Okay?

I don't want to sit in a dark room for two weeks.

I have a job. I have shit to do.

I'm not breaking my neck for this, Riley, I'm not.

I'm not gonna do it.

-Babe. Babe, please, don't throw all of this away.

Don't throw away what you've been working for!

-I can't!

I can't.

If you leave...

-If I leave, what?

Riley, if I leave, what?

Squeeze!

Squeeze. Squeeze!

Five, six, seven, and one...

Three-four, five,

seven-eight, one, three-four, five...

Squeeze...

-Riley!

I told you to go home.

-I just...

I just, um...

Can I do anything?

Uh, can you lose 20 pounds?

Can you lose 20 pounds and flip in mid-air?

-Um, no.

-Then no!

-I just...

I feel...

I just, I feel like this is my fault.

-Don't look at me like that.

-Like... like what? -Like I'm your mother.

-I'm not...

-I know why you do it.

I know why all the girls do it.

But if I were Bill Belichick,

you wouldn't look at me like that, so stop.

-I'm sorry.

-You screamed. -What?

-When she fell, you screamed.

-I'm sorry. -Stop apologizing.

When a toddler falls down,

even if they crack their skull open,

you don't scream.

You never scream,

because you're teaching that child what fear is.

You're teaching them what pain is.

It's learned behaviour,

and I see it in you.

I don't know where you got it from,

and frankly, I don't care,

but if you want to survive in this world,

in the world in general,

you can't show pain or fear or weakness.

This world is not kind to weak people,

especially people like us.

You need to be a brick shithouse.

Do you understand?

-I understand.

-Good.

Go home.

-Twenty-one?

-Whatcha having?

-That. And a shot of tequila.

There you go.

-Woooo!

-Hey. -Hi.

-You're a really good dancer.

-Thanks.

-I'm Margot.

-Hi.

-What's your name?

-Riley.

-You're really pretty, Riley.

-Hi, there.

Remember me? The middle-aged man

responsible for your wellbeing?

Hi there.

Underage.

-Oh, I'm so sorry.

-Oh, no, no, no. The problem is here.

Are you drunk?

-I...

-Come with me.

You, let's go.

Okay, drunky, parent or girlfriend...

Who would you rather be mad at you?

-Just...

nobody.

Nobody. Please?

-Okay, okay, just...

Please, just...

Just nobody. Please?

-Okay. Come with me.

I called your mom.

She's very worried.

Very nice.

-Yeah, that's her.

Thanks.

-Yeah.

-It's cute.

-I made it.

Once I got sober I got really crafty.

-What happened here?

-Um...

-I know...

I know.

-Thanks...

for...

for being nice.

-Yeah, well, nice is underrated.

-I wanna be a brick shithouse.

-You wanna be what?

-A...

a shithouse.

What? Why? Who wants to be a shithouse?

That's disgusting.

I--

-Eileen said I should be a shithouse.

-Well...

Yeah, that tracks.

Made of stone and full of shit.

She's just a person.

Everyone's just a fucking person.

It's a colossal, epic disappointment.

But it's very true.

Thank God.

Yes.

Yeah.

Yes.

Oof!

Well, hello.

I was worried.

It's broken, and I can't understand this...

thing.

I never can understand these things.

It's like... ugh...

I know, but...

I'm sorry.

-Here, it's this particular spot

that I'm having trouble with.

It's like, um...

-Mom.

Put it down.

-I'm fine, sweetie.

I was just worried.

And I don't like it when the vacuum's broken.

-Mom. -Hmm?

I'm fine, I'm fine.

-No, you're not.

-Feel my hand.

Feel my hand on your shoulder.

-Ah, sweetie, okay, I do.

-Okay, breathe in when I squeeze.

-Mm-hm.

-And breathe out when I release. Okay?

-Okay.

In.

Out.

Breathe in.

Out.

Is that right?

-Yeah. -I feel silly.

-I know.

Here, you can do it to me, too.

I'll do it with you.

Breathe in.

Out.

-In.

That's really good.

That's really good.

-You're so pretty.

So pretty.

Rachel, you're stiff! Smile!

This is... Thunderhawks!

-Jesus.

Stop, stop!

Squish.

-They're tired.

-Rachel, what are you doin' out there?

You're off-center. You're always off-center.

You're center flyer!

I swear to God, if we weren't competing tomorrow,

I would fucking pull you!

So get it together.

-Maybe we should give 'em a five?

-Do you need a break?

Do you?

It's suicides, now!

And then we'll do it again until we get it right!

Let's go!

It's the lib.

Last time she did one, she fell.

Water it down.

-Okay, stop.

Set it up.

Scrap the lib.

Do it at prep.

Three, four, five, six, seven, eight.

Three, five, seven-eight, one,

three-four, five, seven-eight, one.

Oh my God, fix your face!

Five, seven-eight, one.

-Okay.

Everybody go home. I'll see you tomorrow.

Rachel, work on your presentation.

-Okay.

Okay.

What are you doing?

-Garbages.

-Okay, you gotta push it.

Smoosh it.

-What else?

-You could do the tampon boxes.

Okay.

-Rachel?

Rach...

Dude, I can see your feet.

-Hey.

We have four more teams to go...

Why doesn't someone else do the chant?

Who wants to lead?

Anybody?

See all the gates all around.

Please make sure, families, you are keeping your children

behind the gates and you have all your belongings

with you at all times.

Now, here we go!

Boom!

Rumble!

Thunder!

Thunderhawks, Thunderhawks! Bang!

-What the fuck?

Thunder, hawks, woo!

Go Thunderhawks!

-Woo!

♪ Come on, Eileen

♪ Now you're full-grown

♪ And now you have shown

♪ Said, come on, Eileen

Rachel, Rachel, that was so good!

Rachel, Rachel, you came through!

-Yes!

-Oh my God, that was amazing!

We got first! I know we got first!

I am so proud of you.

Yes! Yes!

Thunderhawks!

-Hi, how can I help you today?

A large popcorn? Awesome.

Uh, you can just tap down there.

Oh my God...

Oh, well.

No!

-You're not gonna beat me! -It's not moving!

-Oh!

I'm taking off.

-Okay.

I'll see you after practice?