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Yeah, we get it. You're quick. Quit showboating.

Don't over-penetrate.

Is that who I think it is?

They say he played in NC State about 10 years ago.

You got to be kidding me. Mayday in the flesh.

Mmm-hmm.

There's a place an athlete goes to lose himself

if he's talented enough to find the way:

It's a dark zone, trapped deep inside an athlete's own mind:

A place where he's endowed with the presence to do greatness:

And to be greatness and to shine:

Only a few lucky people will ever see it:

And the rest, it's probably best they never find their way:

After all, an athlete's greatest opponent is his own mind:

My path began at age seven, the day my parents gave me my first ball:

They signed me up for Pee Wee Hoops,

in hopes that sports might break an otherwise shy disposition:

I got more moves than a box of Shake 'n Bake.

They got what they asked for:

And me, I got a taste of something brilliant:

But truth be told, there's a dark side to this world, too:

You see, brilliance can eat your mind alive: I know:

'Cause I got lost in here 10 years ago and I still can't find my way out:

It all comes down to this:

Mayday dribbles up the court:

Three, two::: Cameron Day hoists a prayer:

Not a bad day, Day.

Thanks, Meek.

To what do we owe the honor?

Hoping to reopen a few eyes. Maybe earn a spot on the summer roster.

It sounds wonderful, doesn't it?

And hell if you ain't still got it.

Cool. Does it come with the job?

Look, man. Sometimes whether we like it or not,

our days as ball players have to come to an end and then...

And then we gotta move on, man.

We got to find something else to do, you know.

Something to fall back on.

What are you saying? You saying that I can't roll with these guys?

No, what I'm saying is that you missed your opportunity to play in the league.

You left the game.

Come on, Meek.

I got nothin' here for you, man.

- But... - But what?

You can be in LA, in a week.

I can move to LA in a week.

Happy birthday, Day.

Thank you.

Going at the floorboard

Looking for a new start

Trying to find that weird heart now

Clawing at the windows

Haunted by the blood flow

Trapped in a trap

Trying to make contact

There are just some things that nobody knows

Gonna take the '"A '" train

Wanna take it downtown

See if anyone's around

And have a drink or two

Trying hard to forget about you

My friends think I was stupid

Never have to live with what you did

There are just some things that nobody knows

All right. Lay it on me.

Tell me all I need to know about Cameron Day.

Well, I'm about 6'1, 175 pounds. I like wine, rock and Kama Sutra:

I hope you saved the good shit for your online profile, Romeo.

- I'm just playing around. - Yeah, you're a funny dude.

I'm being serious. Lay it on me.

Listen, I'm just not really good at selling myself.

Oh, probably 'cause somebody did it for you

back in your glory, glory, hallelujah days.

Hey, it was pretty easy back then.

Yeah? Then why did you go and quit?

Burnt out. Fair enough.

Look, where you been for the past 10 years? 'Cause it's not here, man.

Well, most recently, I've been in Manhattan.

- The street. - What? Rucker's?

You've been hustling games at the park?

- No, no, no. Wall Street. - You traded on Wall Street.

No, I managed a restaurant across the way.

You just jumped out.

Manhattan to Manhattan. Beach, that is.

From sea to shining see what the hell else the world has to offer you.

That sound about right?

- Yeah. - You know what,

I wouldn't have pegged you to be the quiet type.

I mean, I'm just saying. Ain't too many athletes ain't got nothing to say.

My uncle, he's got a real good eye for people.

He says you're worth looking out for.

- So what do you think? - How can I help?

- I'm just looking for a job, man. - Cool.

- You can start tomorrow. - Really?

- That's right. - Oh, man, thank you.

Thank you so much. Doing what?

Shoveling shit.

Messing with you, man. Sales, naturally.

Great. Thank you.

Put your left foot in Put your left foot out

Put your left foot in and shake it all about

You do the Hokey-Pokey and you turn yourself around

That's what it's all about

Do the Hokey-Pokey Do the Hokey-Pokey

Uh, what size shoe are you?

My right's a seven

and my left is an eight.

That's normal, you know. Everybody has one bigger foot.

Yeah. Well, that's definitely sure in your case.

Well, hey. How are things coming over here?

Damn!

Hey, you want to play?

What, what are you doing?

Avoiding you, as usual.

Thank God. I thought you were jogging.

I am jogging, genius.

Firing up a game of ace.

Has the Marine Street Gang stooped so low,

it's resorted to soliciting joggers directly off the strand?

- No, just hot ones. - Another time.

What about him?

- Well, he's pretty hot. - Tube socks?

- You played before, I can tell. A little.

Not sure I can hang with you guys.

Can't.

Here it comes, losers.

So, you guys play volleyball every day after work?

Volleyball is our work.

- After work we play ace. - What's ace?

You're playing it, buddy.

Hey, I'm Kenny, by the way.

Good work, good work. It's all right, it's all right.

We'll get 'em, we'll get 'em, we'll get 'em.

This big mass of ass is Grubbs, for obvious reasons.

Nice to meet you.

That is the trough.

Any time the ball hits the sand without anybody getting a touch on it,

you go to the trough, that means serves, blocks, digs, whatever.

- Aside from that, first one to 15, wins. - Got it.

So the name of the game is to get a touch on the ball.

Mmm-mmm.

The name of the game is the same as every other game since the beginning of time.

Win.

- Verde. What's up, buddy? Welcome. - Hey, nice to meet you.

What's up, bro? I'm Brian. Everyone calls me Ima.

- They nicknamed me when I got out here. - Nice to meet you. Why Ima?

My last name's Ferry.

- Seriously? - Yeah.

That's Sonny.

And Kimo.

What's up, guys?

And most importantly those are the volley dollies.

Cassidy, Sarah, Heather, Amberly and Lana.

Nice shorts, new guy.

They look really good with your socks.

You got to love the dollies.

They're in our corner no matter where we go.

Just the way we like it. Now who's ready for another little spanking?

Yes.

Spent a lot of time at the trough today.

More time you spend here, more likely you'll be back.

Oh, yeah?

And what if I did come back?

I don't know, bro.

People don't just play at Marine Street 'cause they want to.

You got to have game.

Yeah, in case you two lovebirds didn't notice,

we have a little game going on here

and you two aren't to lose it again. Now get on the court.

Let's do this.

I got it.

So, what are you doing tomorrow?

Go, go, go, go!

Well, if it isn't the mysterious jogger who owes me an apology.

I'm sorry?

Apology accepted. You offered me to a gang of locals

a couple of weeks ago, to play a game called ace.

Oh, right. The Marine Street Drunks. How'd that work out for you?

- Been hung over ever since. - Sounds about right.

- So, you play? - Uh, thanks but no.

Oh, you're missing out. The surf, the sun, a couple of cockies.

- You're new here, is that it? - Yeah.

Look, what goes on down there is not a really...

Baby, quit gazing at the strand cattle and get your cute little ass down on the court.

Oh, hey, Mia, I didn't even see you there.

As I was saying, see you, sport-o.

Dude!

Nice, Mayday.

So, what's the story with your jogger friend?

- Mia? - Yeah.

Trust me, you don't wanna go there.

Look at these five tour wannabes and their harem of slags.

That's what I call a pile of shit.

Now, with all of your tour winnings combined,

could you afford something more than this ratty-ass ball?

That's not cool.

You like feet volley, dork? I'll smash your face.

Kook.

Unlike me, Turner's not one for showing a little respect

to the bottom feeders on the tour.

Don't worry about it.

You're not training for this weekend, are you?

- Who's that guy? - Jeremy Madden.

The punter is Jeff Turner.

- Top dogs on the tour. - Nice guys.

- So what's this weekend? - Hermosa Open, baby.

There are two dozen stops on the tour.

The first big one in the South Bay is the Hermosa Open!

One totally grueling day of qualifying rounds

for the unseeded guys like yours truly,

to take on the big dogs.

Like your boys Madden and Jackass.

Undisputed kings of the beach.

- Seriously? - No joke.

Turner blocks, Madden does, let's see, everything else, okay?

And you want to know what keeps them in the win column?

They've got chemistry.

And they stick together. The good teams always stick together.

And the not so good?

More broken hearts than a high-school lunch hour.

You know, there's six reasons why partners split up on the tour.

One, too much success.

Yeah, it was a great tournament. I was in the zone.

I was scoring so many points. This has been...

Give me the mike, cheese dick.

I'm the one that's been working hard scoring all the points out here.

Look at the sand on me.

- Give me this check. - I want the mike and the check.

Roll over.

Two, not enough success.

Dude, you're terrible.

Three, injury.

Four, off-court obstacles:

Five, let's see, a woman.

Oh, hell no.

And six, a better offer.

- What do you mean "a better offer"? - A better partner.

Todd, will you be my partner?

Of course I will. You're still as tall as I am.

And most importantly someone with a gang load of points.

See, the higher you finish each week, the more points you get.

The more points you get, the better the seeding.

It's a vicious cycle and a tough one to break into.

So, look. Never discount the value of an inside opportunity.

- All right? - Mmm-hmm.

All right. Come on.

Movie stars have Hollywood Boulevard,

stock brokers have Wall Street,

and volleyball has this pier.

I mean, to me and most people around these parts it's a chance to be

immortalized in a walk of fame.

And for kids to spit gum on.

For kids to spit gum on and ice cream and candy for years to come.

Just to think, someday,

you know, some smoking-hot surfer chick is going to come cruising down

the prettiest damn pier in all of Southern California.

And maybe, just maybe she's going to look down.

You know who's name she's going to see?

Eh, Karch Kiraly?

Joker. Funny.

But someday, somebody's going to come down here

and they're actually going to look down and they're going to see...

- Kenny Fonseca. - That's right.

I admire the dream, man.

So, what do you say?

About?

You and me.

- Come on, it's in our blood. - I don't know.

I could teach you some shots.

You got good instincts, you're a quick learner. Come on.

- Why don't you ask one of the other guys? - I've tried.

There's no good fits.

Not yet. Come on, what else you going to do this weekend?

Uh.

What the hell? All right.

Good.

- We start training at dawn. - All right, man.

- Who's that? - Not worried about it.

MC, you don't have no reason

if you don't come with original rhyme

You better practice up for next season

'Cause right now you're just wasting my time

Got to stop all that fussing

And please don't put up a fight

Got to stop all the pushing and the shoving

Pass the fire to your left or to your right

Or to your right

Working hard, sport-o?

Miss Mystery Jogger.

- Yeah. Well, my friends call me Mia. - Mia?

Your reputation precedes you.

- My friends call me... - Cameron.

- You're wearing a name tag. - Right.

So you gearing up for this evening's heated game of ace?

- More like tomorrow's Hermosa Open. - Wow!

So, you're like a bona fide Marine Street Guru now, is that it?

So, what is it that you got against them?

It's always the same vain routine.

"Let's get buff, let's pound some beers, let's bust a sweat and yell a lot. "

- Is that a fact? - "I bet I can bench you. "

God, it's all so fake to me, you know.

Oh.

Incoming 3:00. My three. Good.

Hey, kid, you got rubber knee pads?

- Can I help you? - Yeah, I said I need rubbers.

But for my aching knees.

Oh, two aisles down. Bottom shelf by the head bands.

Hey, I recognize you.

You're that basketball player, right?

For the Wolfpack. Who were you? Hey, yes.

Cameron Day, exactly.

What the hell, Day? Is this your store?

This isn't even my department, man.

Oh, come on. You were supposed to be the next Pistol Pete.

What the hell happened, wiseguy?

Look, I don't know what you're talking about, all right?

Was it drugs? 'Cause I've been there. I'm still there.

I know what it's like.

Your knee pads are two aisles down, sir.

Jason chasin' Bootie, how may I help you?

My man, my man. You need to be calling me back, all right?

Your regional manager is now your sports manager.

That's right. Thanks to moi,

you're going to be working out for the Los Angeles Clippers tomorrow.

They are sending a car for you.

I need you to get a pen and paper and write this shit down.

You're my lucky white boy: Every black man needs one:

Five percent as my commission:

Kenny, where you at, man?

You're not going to believe this.

I got the NBA tryout.

Crazy, right? The only bad thing is that the workout's tomorrow morning,

and I'm not going to be able to play with you in the qualifiers.

I'm sorry. I know it's short notice

but, I got to do this. I'll talk to you later.

It all comes down to this:

Mayday dribbles up the court:

Three, two::: Cameron Day hoists a prayer:

Oh, this is fine.

You're playing basketball here?

No, I'm a volleyball player.

You're late. You warm?

- I am now. Did you get my message? - No.

Good. Delete it. So, what's the plan?

Score more points than they do.

What, the refs?

- Those aren't refs. - Good morning.

- I'm Herb. - Kenny.

I'm Gray.

- It's a great day for a game of volleyball. - Yes, sir.

Best of luck. You're gonna need it.

Is he serious?

No blocks. Skyballs.

Crazy roll shots, they don't even jump.

- They can't. - Hey, pipsqueak!

Nice shorts.

Why are they so long? Your knees cold?

You two are a pair of pocket queens, aren't ya?

Hey, put a little mustard on your swing, you weenie.

- You talking to me? - Yeah.

- Shut it. - Whoa, whoa, just relax.

- Stay focused. - Stay focused?

Why don't you let me borrow Gray's little prescription sunglasses?

I'll stay focused.

Do you kiss your mother with that mouth?

We're talking about mouths and your mother.

Tell her I miss her.

- Tell her I can't wait to see her again. - What?

When does she get out on bail anyway, huh?

Sure thing, buddy.

He's going to make it?

Herb, how many fingers am I holding up?

How many am I holding up, you piss-ant?

Seems fine to me.

Come on, buddy.

Hey, man. Good luck the rest of the way.

- You guys play great. - Thank you, sir.

We let 'em go.

Yeah, baby.

All right, all right. Dial down a little bit.

- That was good, man. - Yeah?

What if I told you those two were juniors in high school?

Really?

Damn good showing, boys!

How's it, brothers? How'd it go?

Five-and-0, baby!

I heard they beat Dennis and Porter today. Nice work, boys.

Porter? Did he make All League?

Laugh all you want.

But if my boy here keeps playing like he did today,

none of y'all will want to see us tomorrow.

I'll tell Madden and Turner. That's exactly who you play in the morning.

Or tell him yourself.

Hey, hey.

Guys, guys, guys!

- Hey. Yeah, what?

Relax! - You little bitch.

At least I don't play like one.

Take your punk ass back to PB.

Trick.

What, dude? What you looking at? Huh?

What the hell is wrong with everybody?

The morning match will begin at 9:00 a: M: Sharp:

I'm sitting in my steam room,

naked, exfoliating my pores,

wondering where in the hell was my white- as-Wonder-Bread hoops star yesterday,

and then it dawns on me. It just clicks.

Jason, I can explain.

In the clink, where your dumb ass belongs.

I know I should have called.

But of course, my skin's rejuvenating and my antitoxins are releasing,

and I reach for my sports page and what do I see?

"Cameron Day moves on to Hermosa's main stage. "

All this excitement in my first client's life and not even a "How do you do?"

I mean, aside from exfoliated and radiant,

how'd you suppose that'll make a brother feel?

Hey Camy, hey baby.

Who's your friend?

I'll be a hot rooster in a hen house.

- How do you cock-a-doodle do? - Hi.

I see why Opie here was a no-show.

And what brings you to the beach on this fine, fine day?

Well, it's my job to be here.

- And you? - I'm a fan of the game.

That's it. I'm just a big, big fan. Huge.

Well, you wanna sit with me, Camy's friend?

- Cameron, what time's tip-off? - Come on.

That answered that question. Damn.

The Hermosa Open is underway:

Two full days of single elimination matches:

And all in pursuit of the three million dollar purse:

Come on, boys! Come on! One point at a time.

- Yeah, boys. One point at a time. - Come on.

Make it last.

Partner!

That's what I'm talking about.

Okay, man. Why don't you hang back? I'll cover the net.

- All right, all right. You take this one. - All right, I got this one.

You know, I didn't recognize you at first.

Then again, whoever recognizes a has-been.

What I did remember, was that last second brick from half court.

What a miserable day that must have been, huh?

Hey, get him out of your kitchen, all right?

Do yourself a favor, dude. Disappear again.

As expected,

Madden and Turner make quick work at the qualifiers,

as they cruise into the second round:

One, two, barbeque. How's the wing, Mister Volleyball Player?

I'm not a volleyball player. I'm not a basketball player.

And I don't know who I was fooling.

Hey, that's the problem with you, diehard. You expect everything to click overnight.

Hey, I don't need that right now.

All right, man. Hang in there.

See you Monday.

Hey, man. It's your manager. It's been four days now.

That's right. I can count.

Impossible.

All right, everybody. Stick 'em up.

You have the right to remain silent.

Hey, stranger.

Where you been? Haven't see you down at Marine lately.

Well, you know how the story goes.

Always the same vain routine.

I laid it on pretty thick at your store.

You sure did.

But, I don't work there anymore. So...

Oh. So, what are you, like, some sort of action-hero sportsperson

- that I should know of? - Hardly.

- So, what are you doing today? - Ah, summer school.

I teach eighth grade English. I'm actually running late. So...

- Can I offer you a ride? - Um, sure.

So, what are you doing later?

Uh, you like to jog?

- Yeah, where? - Marine Street, 6:30. Now, let's go.

Cameron, buddy. What's going on?

Hey, I'm looking to score some cheap flights to Chicago

if you're up for it. Um...

Anyway: Hey, Verde and Grubbs are throwing a little shindig tonight:

Call me back or just come on by:

Look at you. Left, right, left, right. You said you weren't athletic?

I can run circles around you.

So when did you move out here?

When I was nine. Right before the fourth grade.

You think sun, you think sand, you think I'd catch the beach bug, right?

But I didn't.

School hadn't started, I had no friends.

I mean, you see how cliquey the beach can be.

- It was just weird. - So what did you do?

I sat on the shore and I watched the ocean.

You definitely have to appreciate the sunsets.

You Californians sure love your sunsets.

It's one of the few things you can count on around here.

My father, he was your classic beach bum.

Always chasing after bronze volleyballs among other things.

Eventually my parents got divorced and he took off.

The first time he came back to visit, I cried the whole time.

So, he sat me down on the beach,

and he taught me about the most brilliant moment in nature.

- You ever seen a green flash? - No.

Every evening as the sun dips into the water,

and its colors change from yellow to orange to red,

we're all invited to watch that last tip of light, as it checks out for the day.

And if you're lucky, it sends out the most brilliant flash

of emerald green light human eyes have ever laid sight on.

At least that's the way my dad described it.

So have you seen one?

Twenty years and not even a wink.

So let me guess, did your dad also describe to you the tooth fairy

and the Easter Bunny and Santa Claus?

The green flash is very real.

- You think so? - I know so.

Okay.

- What do you look for? - Um, that's the hard part.

You don't look for it, it looks for you.

My friend's throwing a party.

- Would you like to come? - We'll see.

On the West Coast

Oh.

You took a lot of time, man.

- Where you been? How you doing?

Just trying to figure it all out.

- Hey. Hi. Give me a kiss.

Hey, you got my message about Chicago? What do you think?

Uh, yeah, yeah.

So, have you guys heard of a green flash before?

Let's see, the sun's refracted lights along the horizon during sunset?

- The long wavelengths appear to be green. - So you've seen one?

Of course. Amazing.

So how long does the green last?

Three or four hours, depending on the growers,

the usage of the soil.

I know you've seen a couple of green flashes in your lifetime.

Oh yeah, man. One or two.

- A day! A day!

One or two a day.

It's good to see you, man.

Hey, it's a good thing you're here.

There's a certain somebody out back, asking for you by name.

- Really? - Yeah, man.

- Little lady? - Yeah, you might definitely say that.

- All right. - Check it out.

I will.

I knew you wouldn't disappear.

- What can I help you with? - You ready to learn how to hit hard?

You drop your elbow on your swing.

That's like raising the net eight to ten inches.

It also means you're thinking too much instead of trusting your instincts.

You want to chase a ball down? Curl your toes together like a little shovel.

Then you could pick your way across the beach

and not get slowed down by the sand sifting between your toes.

And dump the bump set, you've got skilled hands.

- Let the nectar flow, man. - Why are you telling me all this?

Because I need a partner this weekend. And I've decided that person be you.

- What about Turner? - Broke his hitting hand, out for the season.

How?

You know how big guys get in the heat of competition.

Damn it! No!

Look, my sponsors will cover all costs including flights, hotel and a per diem.

All you have to do, give me this week and your best effort.

You can pull anybody out of this house, why me?

Because you, my friend, speak asshole. And that's a language I understand.

So what do you say?

Tell me you said, "No. "

Verde, why don't you go and get yourself another drink, man.

Man, Paul's a bitch.

- Well, congratulations, I guess. - What are we celebrating?

- Madden just came by here and... - Madden? Don't we love that guy. Why?

To gloat about his big win in Hermosa?

Actually, he just picked up your boy, to play with him in Chicago.

- Oh! - Cam just got made.

Yeah, he went from fish bait to top dog in a snap of a finger.

The Polynesians are not gonna be happy.

Man, I can't tell you how happy I am you made it to the party?

- This is awesome. - That's not why I came here.

- Nah, I just got sixed. - Sixed?

I'm not good enough to play with you in Chicago?

I practically begged you and you're like, "No, I'm just gonna go figure out my life. "

And then Madden walks in, and within 15 minutes you're what?

- Teammates? - It's not the same deal.

- It's not? - No, he's got sponsors covering the costs,

you know I can't afford it.

- It's three days, max. - You upgraded him.

You know, I thought I knew you just a little bit better than that.

- You do know me better than that. - It'll be best if you left.

- Come on. - There's a reason why Madden's not here.

It's the same reason why you shouldn't be here.

- What do you want me to do? - Get the hell out of here!

Go join your teammate.

You're early. I like that.

All right, here's the deal. We don't train with the other tour guys,

because they spend more time talking smack, than communicating.

As you know, communication is the key to success.

So, that's why we're gonna go the next few days, with no words.

- Feel good? - Yeah, you?

Matter of fact, I do.

This weekend's the coming out party, man.

Feel it. Nice job this week.

Everyone, this is Cameron. Cameron, these are my friends.

Kyle, Sophie and Charla. This is Kyle's gallery.

My, my, we do work out, don't we?

- How is everyone? - Oh, fabo as always, darling.

Fabulously confused, interpreting these new transcendental pieces.

It's like trying to figure out which drugs the artists will be using

when they actually commission the damn things.

Sophie's a bit of a flip for the overstated, if you can tell. You're so tanned.

So where did you guys meet again, Mia? Was it the gym?

Perfect place to meet a boy with muscles.

Mia, darling, can I borrow him for a moment?

I have a piece dangling right over there and I'd simply love to have Cameron

help me get it hung.

Hey, it's right over here. You'll know it when you see it.

He's so subtle.

So, sweetheart, are you frequenting construction sites

- to find your new guys? - He's just a friend, Charla.

- Oh, really? - I don't care where you found him,

all I can say is, get me a hard hat and watch Mummy go to work.

- What did you do with Cameron? - What?

- Oh! Oh, no!

That's too much.

What are you looking at?

Do you like it?

It's my favorite piece in here.

Of course it is, sport-o.

- Who is it? - You serious? It's Jackie Robinson.

Mia, do you think that art and sport can co-exist?

I think you're not in sports anymore.

You're past that stage in your life, right?

Mia, sports has defined me my entire life. Even when I didn't want them to.

You know, if I earned all As on my report card in high school

you know what my counselors would ask me?

"How many points would it take for you to break the school record?"

If I got into a fight at State, police would pull me aside.

You know what they would ask me?

Hey, kid. Could you score some tickets to the Duke game?

This world is perfectly happy to slap a label on each and every last one of us.

And whether I like it or not, mine got handed out a long time ago.

Hi, two please.

Oh, our wait's running 40 minutes to an hour.

- Your name? - Cameron.

If you could wake up tomorrow morning and have any job in the whole world,

- what would it be? - I don't know, what would yours be?

- Eighth grade English teacher. You? - Maybe I already have one.

- One what? - A new gig.

Doing what?

- Do you wear a suit to this job? - Even on the weekends.

Bathing suit. Congratulations.

- Really? - Yeah.

Best Beach Volleyball players in the world

have been battling it out: And they've all brought their '"A '"game

and their rage, as the A VPhave blown into the Windy City:

And a team to keep an eye on is Jeremy Madden, reigning King of the Beach

and ex-basketball star, Cameron Day:

They've quietly advanced to the playoff rounds here in Chicago:

Madden and Day settle for a share of fifth place,

here on Championship Sunday, in Chicago:

So much for riding beginner's luck to a fairy tale ending.

- I'm sorry, man. - You played fine.

Sure, if you had played with Turner, it would've been different.

Look, we didn't win today.

The fans, they wish we had.

That's something I haven't experienced in a really long time.

Yeah, but the name of the game is winning, right?

That's right. So get your shit together before next week.

- What are you talking about, man? - Vegas Invitational, baby.

You ready to ride this train through the rest of the season, starting today?

Welcome, to the city of sin. Let the party begin.

- Hey, what's up, seventh seed? - I'll get the room.

Game face is on a little early, don't you think?

Yeah, you know how it is. You know, you break up with one chick

and you break up with all her friends. That's sad.

Fellas. - What's up, guys?

How'd it go?

Who's this?

Hey, what's up, Mad? Peace!

- A word, please. - How you doing, you punk?

- All right, bye. - I'll see you later, man.

Let me ask you something, partner. Are you seeing that girl, Mia?

- Yeah, a little bit, nothing serious. Why? - Do you want it to be?

I don't know.

- How does Kenny feel about that? - Kenny? I don't know.

I haven't spoken to him lately.

But I don't see that being any of his business, why?

Well, it might be his business. Since she is his sister.

Sister? Who are you talking about?

And it might be my business if she's going to be a distraction to you.

- Understood? - Yeah.

No problem. It's all good.

That's my boy. See you in the morning.

At least he didn't ask you to carry his bags.

- Is everybody crazy around here? - Oh, come on, rookie.

You know the game starts way before the whistle blows.

- Thanks for the reminder. - Hey, no problem. My bags.

What?

Believe

What you know

'Cause I

Got a start

Insane notion, ways and devotion

- Man, you guys played well today. - Wow, it's a pretty good picture.

You know, funny thing. People used to want to see the king go down.

Then he picks you up. Now everybody wants to see him win.

We don't plan on disappointing them.

You know, word is he inked a big-time shoe contract this morning.

- Well, that's cool, right? - Yeah, for a sport with no shoes.

Yeah, well, I've got some stuff cooking myself.

Pretty soon, you're going to see that pretty little mug everywhere.

Hey, you okay, man?

Yeah, yeah. I'm fine.

Verde, um...

How come nobody told me that Mia was Kenny's sister?

Nobody talks about Mia down at the Marine, man.

You know, she and Kenny,

they go together like tuna fish and beer.

No jive, you know what I'm saying?

Twenty-four shots, Mr. Madden.

Ladies and gentlemen, it is a rare opportunity

for us all, that I stand before you here and now,

uttering the words,

"Come and get it, while it's hot. "

What crawled up your boy's ass and laid eggs?

Lana, we've been training for almost a month now

and clearly I got him right on track.

- Oh! I'll say.

Dude, your boy's making some moves on some local talent.

Oh, she's had work done.

Huh, I just saw her talking to him a few minutes ago.

LaCroix?

That makes perfect sense. I mean, LaCroix and Madden,

they compete over anything, man. I mean, they go together like

- tuna fish and beer. - You used up that line, man.

God, dude. What did I do last night?

- I'm losing cells by the minute. - Anyway, so tell me, what's his deal?

All right, putting it nicely. LaCroix pulls more trim

than anybody on the entire tour, all right? Including me.

- I find that very hard to believe. - Thank you. Thanks for saying that.

But every guy in this place is working on a piece of tail

that either LaCroix or Pompena has tapped, before tonight.

Yeah? But are they any good in the sand? 'Cause they're in our bracket tomorrow.

- LaCroix and Pompena, any good? - Mmm-hmm?

Hey, Cameron, I hate to tell you this, man, but you're in their bracket tomorrow.

Don't stay up too late, buddy boy. I need you fresh in the morning.

And it looks like Vegas is taking its toll,

as we lose players to today's heat

And the last night's even hotter Las Vegas night-life:

Hey, looks like we got LaCroix and Pompena in the quarters.

What's up, playboy LaCroix?

I heard you've been kicking some booty. How's your legs feeling?

- Rubber chickens, bro. - Yeah?

Don't tell nobody, but remember that little hussy from the bar last night?

Yeah.

She comes up to my place, like 3:00 a. m., right.

Begging for it. Believe me when I tell you, she got it.

Boo!

You need your own cable access show, man.

- Seriously. - Boo, boo!

He set him up.

Easy money today, boy. Easy money. Let's go.

Looks like LaCroix and Pompena have been enjoying Vegas

a little too much, as they lose game number one

to the crowd's favorite, Madden and Day:

There's no way we're losing this shot.

With a vengeance, LaCroix and Pompena have come back to tie it up

one to one, as we head into the final game of this match:

- You all right, what's the matter? - Little pinch in my calf.

Damn it, man. You're cramping.

What the hell is he doing?

Drink this.

- What is it? - Just drink it.

- Can't this wait until after the win? - We're not gonna win without that.

Trust me, drink it. All of it.

Where are you getting your partners from?

Honestly, the guy doesn't make it in one sport, so what? Craigslist?

Here we go:

Game number three of this quarter final match,

between Madden and Day, Pompena and LaCroix:

Come on, get up. Come on, LaCroix, nice try.

Hey, you're not cool, LaCroix!

- LaCROIX: Boo! - Ref, time out.

To the trough! To the trough, now!

Look, I know what you're thinking. It's gonna dehydrate you more.

But your body wants fluid and your muscles want to relax.

- Ugh! This tastes different. - I think it's the lager, man.

- Whatever it is, it's damn good. - Hey, glad to hear it, man.

Set me.

LaCROIX: Dammit!

- Who else am I gonna set, man? - I know, I just got excited.

Go, Cameron!

It's mine!

Madden and Day need just one more point to win:

But LaCroix and Pompena, won't be put down, without a fight:

Yeah!

- Madden. - Yes, Cameron?

- I love you, man. - That's just the beer talking.

Yeah.

Give it up for Swatik-Nygaard:

Your Brooklyn Classic champions:

Madden and Day reached the semis last week in Las Vegas:

Right here in Brooklyn, they snuck into the finals,

came up just two points short,

I got to ask you this, is there a hotter team on tour, right now?

- Come off a little bit fruity? - No.

- Ah. Two, please. - The wait's running over an hour, tonight.

- Just one second, Mr. Day. - Okay.

What?

- Okay, we're ready for you. - Oh, great.

- Does it feel like everyone's staring at us? - They're probably staring at you.

- Are they looking at my ass? - No.

They're not looking at your ass.

Want to hear something funny?

I ran into the Marine Street guys on the flight back.

You still speak to those guys, right?

Verde, Kimo, Kenny?

Excuse me, the owner hoped you might autograph this photo,

- for his collection. - Thank you.

- There you go. My pleasure. - Thank you.

While you're signing autographs, sign these?

Oh, hey, Mia, I didn't see you there.

- Perhaps you need glasses, Lana. - Camy, baby, where you been?

I haven't seen you since our night on the town in Vegas.

I guess that was what? About two nights ago.

- Do excuse me. - I had so many shots.

- Mia, Mia, please. What's wrong with you? - Bye, Mia. Oh!

- Hey, Mia. - Mia, where you going? Come on.

It only makes sense, the two of you would find each other.

Yeah, well, you know what, you guys found him first,

- so you can have him. - Come on. Mia, wait.

- Cheers. Cheers.

Mia.

How stupid am I?

You know, I've seen this show played out before.

I know exactly who gets hurt in the end and still I let myself get involved.

- I've nobody to blame, but me. - Good.

You should blame yourself, because you're being stupid, right now.

No, this is your fault, you and miss bimbo-tits.

- I never touched her. - How do I know that, huh?

And if it's not her, how do I know it's not some other one, in some other city?

Because there is no other one and there is no other city.

I mean you've got to believe me on that.

- But you can't, because you hate jocks. - I don't hate anyone.

It was always an issue of distrust and surprise, look where we are.

You want to talk about trust, you didn't even tell me that Kenny was your brother.

He hasn't been a part of my life in a very long time.

Why is that? Too much like Dad?

- Where are you going? - To take a leak, is that all right, boss?

God, this is exactly what I didn't need.

What's this? - This, you, me. We're this.

What is this? - What's what?

Get out of here.

You're so different.

We're not that different.

I'll lay you down in the Florida sunshine

Game number one, Madden and Day put away

the bounce of Pompena and LaCroix:

It's over! Come on!

Game number two: LaCroix is dominating the net:

And Madden is looking for two:

And with that LaCroix and Pompena are tied up one to one,

as we move on to game three of this final match:

We got ourselves a game.

It doesn't get any better than this:

LaCroix and Pompena send us to the third and deciding game:

First team to 15, wins:

Can't get your fill

Boo!

I've got my head in my hands and it's doomsday over nothing

Keep your head up, keep your head up, keep your head up

- Hey, Madden, dig deep, man. - You dig deep.

If you promise that you will

I gladly gave you something for nothing

But then you moved in for the kill

Cause you:::

Mayday has been unbelievable!

He has saddled up his veteran partner, Jeremy Madden

and is carrying him like a backpack,

but can he lead them to their first title together:

Game! Set match: LaCroix and Pompena:

What the hell happened, man?

You got blocked for match point and you lost.

- You never trapped me like that before. - It was hittable.

You know what, you stuck me in the telephone booth.

I took us to the finals today.

Just like I took us to the semis last weekend, and when push came to shove

- you got blocked at match point. - Oh, really.

So you're trying to tell me that what you did out there

was the best that you could do?

I piggy-back you to a wet dream of a rookie year

and you want to get in my face?

Stop kidding, man.

Can you just wait a second?

Well, I need somebody. Fine, fine.

- Hey. - Hey, man. How are you doing?

Good.

You know, I was gonna call you after we finished our walk.

- Cameron, this is my wife, Kerry. - Hi.

- Hi. - Cameron, it's great to finally meet you.

I'm so sorry to hear about your shoulder.

I know Jeremy's really enjoyed playing with you.

- Honey, will you take Chrissy? Sure.

I didn't know you had a family, man. That's really nice.

- What was she talking about my shoulder? - We need to talk.

Well, if he's not playing with you, who's he playing with?

I don't know, but I think I just got sixed.

- Isn't this your basic one? - Well, you know Kenny's break-up rules?

They're not Kenny's, they're my mother's.

His step-mom's.

She created them when my parents' marriage fell victim to rule five.

Also known as Trisha.

The Manhattan Open is in ten days.

It's the most important tournament of the year and,

I'm not in it.

- Hi, Tina. Two, please? - Our wait's running over an hour tonight.

Yeah, of course, it is.

- Thank you. - You're kidding, right?

What?

My picture is on the wall here and everyone is staring at us and laughing

- 'cause we can't get a seat. - Look, anybody staring at you,

is doing so because you're behaving like a spoiled child.

Oh, please.

Are you Cameron Day?

- Yeah, buddy. What's your name? - Steven.

- Hi, Steven. - I like to watch you play.

Everybody here knows who you are. They're all talking about you.

- They are, aren't they? - Yeah.

- So what's up, Steven? - My dad says I'm supposed to...

It's okay, you can tell me.

- Cameron, what's going on? - I can't take this again.

What just happened?

I can't escape him.

Last year's '"Kings of the Beach '" will reunite

in next week's Manhattan Beach Open

leaving integral partner and this year's favorite rookie,

Mayday, without a date for volleyball's biggest dance:

Oh, who cares: That Day kid is terrible:

He's been riding Madden's coattails the whole time, anyway:

You're not lying, a disappointment in basketball:

And an afterthought here at the beach:

- What gives them the right? - Every job has its critics.

What, praise us when we win for you and condemn us when we don't?

Can we just go home, please? Cameron, talk to me, what's going on?

I don't know what's going on! That was supposed to be me.

You're scaring me.

You know, we're not all as thick-skinned as you think.

Let's go home.

Well, you think you can poke and pry until there's nothing left?

- Come with me. - Get the hell away from me!

- Come on! - Get the hell away from me!

Hey, I'm sorry to call so late. I know you're probably asleep.

And I know I'm probably the last person you really want to talk to right now.

- You look like shit. - I am shit.

You of all people should know that.

I'm sorry, Kenny.

- Want to grab an egg? - Sure.

You know, when I first found out that you guys were involved,

I was pretty upset, but now I'm just

upset that you have a relationship with her and I still don't.

Let's fix that. Let's fix everything, man. You and me, together.

I mean, we got a dream out there, with our names on it.

What are you babbling about?

I'm talking about cementing our names on that pier.

I'd love to, but I can't.

I'm with Stein, now.

I know, we're not even that good together, I know.

Well, you know, I got to do what's right.

Come on, man. It's been a long night. Let's give you some rest, bud.

- I'm gonna hang here, okay? - All right.

I'll catch you later.

Today is your day

The sun is shining for you

You got lucky, yeah

You found yourself again

Whatever you do

Don't stop racing

Tonight is an ocean

It's never without emotion

Such emotion

but you know that you're into it

Whatever you do

Well, if it isn't king of the big screens.

How you been, Wonderbread?

I've been selfish.

- That's true. - Arrogant.

- Mmm-hmm, yes, that's for sure. - And ignorant.

Listen, I'm sorry, I wanna make it up to you, Jason.

I want you to be part of something special.

Are you still my manager?

Does a hobby horse have a wooden dick?

I hope so.

- I got a situation I need help on. - Hey, consider it done.

I get VIP seats out of this, right?

- Absolutely. - On the sand, I want the sand in my toes.

- In the sand. - That's my man.

Since we never saw it together

it's the best that I could do.

What do you think?

Are you sick?

Yeah.

Oh!

There's a place in my mind that I go to and I have complete control there.

But when I leave that place and I come back to reality, I...

I can't cope with not being in control anymore.

It's like the harder I try the worse things get.

Like you can't find your balance between being great and being real.

Yeah, but...

I spent the last eight years of my life, surviving myself.

I hit snags and I move on

until now.

I wanna be right here.

- You know what I mean? - Yeah.

- I've got another surprise for you. - What? I...

You two need to talk.

So is it true what they're saying on TV?

At least the ones you haven't broken already.

I don't know. What are they saying?

That you don't have a partner yet for the Open.

- I've got somebody in mind. - Is that right, who?

Well, you're just gonna have to wait and see.

Yeah, I'd rather not.

Me and Pompena broke up.

What? What happened?

I caught him with my girl.

Eddie, Ed... Oh, is this how we're doing it now?

Then what'd you do?

Make some room there, move over, make room for Daddy.

Dude, you lie...

What do you mean, you caught them in the act and then you joined in?

Boo!

Then what?

You got caught, meaning you failed our relationship.

Which means we gotta go our separate ways.

You mean me or her?

Get out of my house, bitches.

As you can see, I'm very black, I'm very good-looking

and I'm very available for the Manhattan Open.

- You serious? - Do I look serious?

We could be Madden's two biggest nightmares all rolled into one.

- True, true. - We could put our names on that pier.

If I wanted to put my name on that pier, I'd buy a can of spray paint.

This is about money, big money.

Payday, it's also about today.

Applications for ranked teams, due in one hour.

So what do you say?

We're gonna do this?

Signed up for both of us, Pete.

This I gotta see.

We should have enough points for the top five, right?

You two gals will be right up there.

Boo!

I think this will help you when you play. Focus on your breathing.

Okay.

Oh, hey, Camy.

What brings you in here?

The question ought to be who brought him here.

And the answer is me.

As in Mia?

Relax, focus on your breathing.

Just paint what you see when you play.

All right, but I'm gonna need some black on this one.

Mia, will you come watch me play this weekend?

Mmm. I don't know, Cameron, you've done so well without me.

Yeah, but I haven't won it without you.

You make it to the finals and I'll come watch you win.

- Really? - Yeah.

Oh, I love me some volleyball.

Nothing but fine white women everywhere stripping off their clothes

with only one thing on their mind, and that is to get dark.

Well, dark is here.

- Where's your partner? - Morning, gentlemen.

LaCroix, Jason. Jason, LaCroix.

- You playing with a brother? - No, man, your dude gave me the jack.

He's got to play five extra games, he loses one, he's done.

That's the way he likes it.

I gotta see this, man, you're crazy.

Who you playing with?

Crazy.

Do you remember my old friend, Kenny?

- Sure do. - What's up?

- What's up, man? - Kenny's my old teammate.

But his most recent teammate is now new teammates

with the guy that was just here, his old teammate.

- I was playing with Pompena. - Oh, wonderfully incestuous.

Right.

Do you mind if Jason serves as our manager?

He doesn't know jack shit about the game but

talks good smack, sometimes even to the other teams.

Okay. Cool.

- You ready? - Let's do this.

I don't see no women around here.

Take one, take one

Take one, take one, for the team

Take one, take one

It was my first time but not the last time

He is waiting there for me behind the sidelines

He played a good game but couldn't win it

I don't even know his name

You don't know the truth behind the lies

- Take one, take one - Who's gonna love you

- Take one, take one - And then do it again

What? Who in the hell did you two guys beat to get through the first round?

A couple of piss-ants from high school.

One of them was even All League.

I don't believe this.

If I had hands as clumsy as yours, I would give up masturbation.

I'm looking for a watertank

But I can't find it

Maybe someone was wrong

I got directions to the watertank last night

But I got nowhere 'cause the directions weren't right

My engine's overheated:::

Come on, isn't that keg dry by now?

One down, three to go.

All courtesy of that badass from the beach tour that busted up that store last week.

That guy's gnarly.

Some guy named Tiger already claimed red for Sundays:

Grandaddy of them all has been phenomenal:

But after a day and a half we have whittled the field down to four remaining teams:

Semi-final number one, Fonseca and Day are set to take on our top seeded team:

Manhattan's returning champions, Camacho and Lima:

And in semi-final number two

we have the tour's most lethal new combination

Madden and LaCroix as they match up against the duo Drterka and Eich:

Okay, let's go.

Congratulations. LaCROIX: Yeah, you too, bro.

I didn't see the partnership coming.

Yeah, me neither, but what can I say?

- Businessman, right? - Oh, yeah, I know.

That's why we're playing against each other in the finals

and not side by side.

Yeah, whatever.

- Just bring your "A" game, all right? - Yeah, that's all I got left, brother.

How does it feel?

Living the dream. You?

Amazing.

The Manhattan finals.

- Yes. - Can you believe it?

I can believe it. I mean, this is what we've been talking about.

- Hey, have you seen Mia around? - Around the tournament?

Never.

Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls:::

Welcome to the championship finals, right here in Manhattan Beach:

Are you ready?

Time to meet our finalists:

Say hello, to long time tour veteran, Jeremy Madden:

And his partner, the high-flying, electrifying, D'arrel LaCroix:

The kid making his first finals appearance:

The local boy that grew up on the sands of Manhattan Beach:

Give it up for Kenny Fonseca:

And now, ladies and gentlemen, last but certainly not least:

The young man that grew up in Daytona Beach, Florida:

Went to North Carolina State, was a tremendous basketball player:

All-ACC, all-American and now switched over to the sport of beach volleyball:

Ladies and gentlemen, give it up for the star of the show,

Cameron Day!

Before this week, no one knew who'd be playing with who:

But now one thing is for sure, we have two teams, we have four players

with one goal in mind, going for their first ever Bronze Volleyball:

Manhattan Beach, make some noise:

Got it: Day stops Madden again:

Fonseca and Day steal game one away from LaCroix and Madden:

We're all set to begin game two:

Madden and LaCroix need to make something happen here

if they wanna keep their championship dreams alive:

Madden and LaCroix are ruining Fonseca:

Unless Fonseca finds a second wind,

looks like Madden and LaCroix plan to key on him

en route to their first Bronze Volleyball:

And that's game two for LaCroix and Madden

setting us up for the almighty rubber match:

- What's the matter? - Burned.

Come on, man, we're on the doorstep.

- You gotta dig deep. - My wing, I'm fried.

They've been keying on me for three days straight.

I can't seem to put a ball down there.

Catch all my off speed shots too.

Madden's not gonna serve to you. He's not gonna let you be the one to beat him.

Whatever you do, don't let them see you're in pain.

We need to figure out a new game plan.

Quick.

Take all my passes, all right?

Let's go.

Hey, Jason.

All right?

Let's do this: Who's ready to begin the third and final game of this match

between Fonseca, Day and LaCroix and Madden:

Boo!

Yeah!

It was under.

- Look who I found. - Where you been?

Oh, right over there.

You belong right here.

- Jason, did you get the beer? - Not exactly.

Gentlemen, I present to you, the nectar of the gods.

Oh, wee.

It'll ease the pain. - Unfortunately, you're gonna have to wait.

You serious?

Kenny, is Madden watching us?

Yeah, he is checking you out right now.

- He's burned. - What?

Day's cramping, it's typical.

- What makes you think he's cramping? - Trust me, he's cramping.

Serve him every ball.

Boo!

That's what I'm talking about right there.

In a surprise move Madden and LaCroix have decided to start serving Day:

And Mayday looks like he's up for the challenge:

Not cramping.

He will. Keep the pressure on.

LaCROIX: How many points you wanna give away?

Make a block, if he wasn't scoring points, we would, huh?

It's hot out here, huh? Too hot for a guy that belongs in the gym.

Gym, jail, asylum...

Hey, Madden, the only thing better than winning today is making sure you lose.

Let's go.

- Hey, Jason. - Hey, what's up, girl?

Hi, baby.

Hey, Mia, never seen you at one of these before.

- Nerve-racking, huh? - I guess.

Here.

This always helps me.

Thanks.

It's no surprise: Mayday is taking over this match:

We have seen it time and time again, but can he finally win the big one?

Come on, Cameron, control this.

Life is filled with lessons:

And fortunately none of us is ever too old to learn:

Sometimes we just gotta open up our minds and accept the fact

that life is filled with pain:

It's filled with laughter:

And it's filled with love:

After a long time of being trapped,

I'm finally ready to open my own mind:

Come on, let's go!

Cameron!

Ladies and gentlemen,

make room on the pier

for your newest Manhattan champions:

Kenny Fonseca and Cameron Day:

We're going on the pier!

Congratulations, Day.

About time one of our boys get on that pier. Nice job, Cameron!

While everyone's getting all mushy.

I guess I should offer up my own thanks.

For what?

I finally saw that glimpse of greatness that my dad was talking about.

You went someplace else.

- In my head. - I know, that's why I'm thanking you.

Because I felt like you took me with you.

Well, I hope you can stay, 'cause you do make this world

a much better place.

There's a place an athlete goes to lose himself

if he's talented enough to find the way:

If for some reason you should find your way,

I only have one bit of advice:

Take the ones you love:

Would you believe me?

Had I never wrote that foolish song

At least I've been trying, child

You know I haven't done that in so long

And if I was something that I never could be

Would you try and change me then?

Is the flare from part of the flames?

Or is the flare just in your lens

You'll do anything that I want

If I wanna do what you need

And you'll burn me where I sleep

And you'll sell my effigy

Talk in the light

Lives have turned and faced the sun

Was it you right now, child?

Are all said to come undone

And if I was nothing that I wanted to be

Would you drop dead or be okay?

Sell your comments to the press overseas

Upon your tragedy

You'll do anything that I want

If I wanna do what you need

And you'll burn me where I sleep

And you'll sell my effigy

I'll soon fade

I'll soon fade

I'll soon fade

Fade