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ANNOUNCER: Tight game here
halfway through the fourth quarter-- two points.
Need a defensive stop. Carlson cuts to the middle.
Pick-and-roll, alley-oop, slam dunk.
Wow. What a play.
That was easy. Beautiful pass...
(audio rewinding)
...halfway through the fourth quarter-- two points.
Need a defensive stop. Carlson cuts to the middle.
-Pick-and-roll, alley-oop, slam dunk. -(water running)
Wow. What a play. That was easy.
Beautiful pass from Carlson to Carriere.
-(tablet beeps) -(water stops)
Do you know that you don't have any soap in your bathroom?
Oh, yeah, I got to pick some up.
Do you want me to... call you an Uber?
No, I'm good.
Lyft?
No, I drove myself. I'm on my way out.
Ah.
You-you need something?
Just these.
-Oh. -(tablet beeps)
-Oh, you like basketball? -(video resumes playing)
It's my job. I'm a coach.
Oh, really? What, high school?
Professional.
In Des Moines?
Iowa Stallions, J League.
J League?
Wow. So only like four or five big promotions
and you're all the way up in the B League.
That's good.
-(video stops) -Truth be told,
I should be coaching in the NBA.
Then why aren't you?
Because there's a lot of, uh, politics involved and--
Well, don't worry, darling. I... I will be soon enough.
"Darlin'"? Okay.
Hey. That was fun.
I, uh... I think you're a great gal.
(laughs)
-What? -Nothing.
You just-- you seem to think
that I need some hand-holding here, and I'm good.
This is not my first time swiping right.
Apparently.
Oh, no. Did I hurt your feelings?
-I'm trying to be a nice guy here. -You are?
Why are you being such an asshole?
You're focused on SportsCenter, calling me "darling,"
-and yet I'm the a... -It's not SportsCenter.
I have a big game tonight.
I should've known I was in for a real meeting of the minds
when I saw you only had one book in your apartment.
I actually have many books.
They're in storage. I-I tend to travel light.
And it's called Visualize Success.
-Powerful stuff. -Hey.
Don't knock visualization.
-That stuff works. -Yeah?
Did you visualize this?
No, I, uh, I visualized you leaving a lot earlier.
(door opens)
-Did you hear that? -Wow, what a zinger.
(door closes)
(arena horn blows)
-(whistle blows) -(crowd cheering)
PERRETTI: All right, guys, keep it moving! Let's go!
MARCUS: Get it down! Get it down there!
You got to make that!
Ross, rotate! Rotate!
Hey, remind me why our leading scorer's on the bench.
Get your man! Come on! Move the ball!
All right, now, ge-- Timmy, box him out!
Keep it moving! Defense!
MARCUS: That's his second turnover.
(crowd groaning)
How many times you gonna turn the ball over
before we sit his ass down?
(whistle blows)
PERRETTI: Move!
-Uh, put Derrick in for Moran. -Post up!
He doesn't listen to me.
Are we trying to lose this game?
I don't believe so.
PERRETTI: Trap! Trap! Trap!
Why are we doubling on the perimeter?
They're passing out of it, killing us three-on-two.
I want them to figure out how to defend the three on two.
Yeah, well, they're not-- Rotate, damn it!
-CROWD (chanting): Defense! -Marcus.
-Defense! -Have a seat.
-Defense! Defense! -(rhythmic clapping)
PERRETTI: Rotate!
CROWD: Defense! Defense!
-(crowd cheers, whistle blows) -PERRETTI: Time-out! Time-out!
Time-out!
-(arena horn blows) -Okay, guys. Bring it in.
Bring it in. Come on.
ARENA ANNOUNCER: Don't forget, Friday night is Kids' Night.
We're running side-out-down.
Inbound to Mike. Timmy sets the screen.
Jared, go in for the slam dunk.
-Okay? -No, not okay.
-What? -That's a terrible call, Phil.
Marcus, it's my team. You're my assistant.
But I-I can get us a better shot.
I know how they defend this situation.
I watched it this morning. We still inbound to Mike.
Derrick, we're gonna run the split action with you.
Marcus. Marcus! Go to the locker room.
And let you blow this possession? Hell no.
-We inbound... -Okay, okay. That's it. That's it.
Get off the court. Go on. Get off the court.
-Okay, I'm going. -(grunts)
-(crowd shouting, booing) -(cameras clicking)
(shouting and booing grows louder)
All right. Okay, come on.
We got a game to win, all right?
You know, Jalen, we don't show
a lot of J League highlights on this show.
Maybe we should. It's the gateway to the NBA.
It's full of freak athletes making great plays.
Yes, sir. They got some springy dudes down there.
Remember Marcus Marakovich? Great young coach.
Took Abilene Christian to the Elite Eight.
I remember. Then he got the Ohio State job.
Right. And then he lost the Ohio State job
for losing it on one of his players.
He bounced around internationally for a while.
Now he's an assistant coach for the Iowa Stallions.
Now, he didn't like what the head coach drew up,
and, look, he goes all WWE on his boss.
-Uh... -No. Uh-oh.
-Want me to turn it off? -(crowd booing over TV)
Mm, no. Turn it up.
After all that nonsense,
there's still six seconds of basketball to be played,
and this is where we want to see the team
rally around a coach, execute the play, buzzer beater.
Instead...
Oh! Get that shot out of here!
You had me going, SVP.
I thought this story had a nice ending.
That wasn't nice.
No, the block was nice, but right now, no,
nothing but bad news for the Iowa Stallions
and Marcus Marakovich.
(groans) Turn it off.
("Whiskey River" by Willie Nelson playing)
See? I told him that play was horseshit.
♪ Whiskey River, take my mind... ♪
(song continues over car stereo)
(phone chimes)
SONNY (recorded): Yo, Marcus. You made SportsCenter.
That's pretty cool.
What an idiot.
You're an idiot.
-(horns blaring) -(tires squealing)
Relax.
Take a chill pill. I saw you.
(chuckles)
Poor bastards.
-(car crashes) -(music stops)
Hey, thanks, man!
Ah, shit.
(camera clicking)
♪ ♪
(snoring)
(door buzzes)
OFFICER: Marakovich?
Let's go. You posted.
-(quiet chatter) -(phones ringing)
(chuckles softly)
Huh. You were the last person I expected to see, Phil.
We go back too far, Marcus.
You know what a meme is?
You're a meme now.
My granddaughter sent this to me.
She's been sharing with all her little friends.
MALE VOICE (over phone): Finish him!
MARCUS: Oh. At least it's pretty funny.
No. It's not.
It's not funny.
All right. Okay.
I-I messed up, obviously,
and I... I'm sorry.
-You don't sound sorry. -Well, I am sorry.
I mean, I'm not entirely sorry.
I mean, should I apologize
for wanting to win a basketball game?
By knocking me on my ass?
Look, I... I'm frustrated because you never listen to me.
I told you that lob play was dumb.
If you'd have run the split action with Derrick...
Do you know why I didn't run the play with Derrick?
(stammers) A misdirection maybe,
but at least use him as a decoy and...
His grandmother is in the hospital.
She had a stroke.
Mm. Okay.
Well, I mean, she's old, right?
It shouldn't matter, Marcus! The woman raised him.
Look, he was upset. His head wasn't in the game.
But you wouldn't know that
because you don't bother to get to know any of the guys.
What do you mean? I know the guys.
I-I know Jinky can't go to his left,
Balanko is strictly catch and shoot...
As people! Human beings.
Look, Marcus, you know the game
better than anybody I have ever played or coached with, but...
(scoffs)
...you got to learn to build relationships, man.
(laughs): Okay.
That-that is so adorable.
(stammers) What, are we living in Hoosiers now,
and I should go home and work on
my inspirational locker room speeches?
You were a prick in college, and you haven't changed.
That's why you never stick anywhere.
Ohio State. Greece. Turkey.
Oh, now, Turkey, that was strictly
a language barrier issue.
You literally kicked a player in his behind,
bruised his coccyx.
And he spoke English. The kid was from Detroit.
I get your point, okay?
I'm gonna take the time,
-and I'm gonna cultivate relationships... -No. No.
-No, I'll get to... -Marcus.
You're fired.
It came down from the front office.
♪ ♪
McGURK (mispronounces): Marcus Marakovich?
Uh, Marakovich.
Attorney Charlie McGurk. I'm gonna be representing you.
Oh, good.
So am I in a lot of trouble?
-Not with me in your corner you're not. -(chuckles)
Okay? You relax.
I do ten of these DUI cases a day,
(mispronounces): Mr. Marakovich.
This is gonna be quick and hopefully painless.
Okay? You let me do my thing.
We get you out of here with a fine and...
(groans) Fist me!
-What? -(sighs)
The judge.
We got Mary Menendez. "Hanging Mary."
"Hanging Mary"?
She's the toughest judge in Des Moines.
She's a real stickler.
And she does not like drunk drivers.
Oh, son of a bitch.
Whoa, whoa. No boo-boo words.
Okay? There's no swearing of any kind in Menendez's courtroom.
Just let me do the talking, okay?
Unless you're addressed directly by the judge,
-don't say a word. -Okay.
And try to look pathetic.
Yeah, there you go. That's perfect.
Can you fake a limp?
I'm not doing that.
Okay, I'm gonna ask you this, and I need you to be honest.
Are you drunk right now?
No, I'm not drunk.
(chuckles): Okay, good, 'cause I've had several.
One of us needs to be straight.
Get your game face on.
Driving with a blood-alcohol level
three times the legal limit,
damaging a police vehicle, resisting arrest.
No. Uh, I just, uh, asked for their badge numbers.
I didn't resist.
Ow!
I told you to let me do the talking.
You just smacked me. I'm just telling the truth.
-(quietly): Dickweed. -Boo-boo word.
Mr. Marakovich, would you like me
to add contempt of court to the list?
Because it seems to me you have enough charges as is.
No, Judge, that's plenty.
It's "Your Honor."
Your Honor. Sorry.
I'm gonna make you an offer, Mr. Marakovich.
Now, I understand you are a professional basketball coach.
Is that correct?
-Uh, yes, Your Honor. -Okay.
In light of that information,
I will offer you community service:
coaching at a local rec center.
Community service? I-- No, I can't...
-Uh, a moment to confer, Your Honor. -Yes.
(whispering): Just shut up, you lucky son of a bitch.
(whispering): I'm not feeling lucky.
She said community service.
-That's the ju... -But community service?
I need to be in other cities wh-where I'm gonna be working.
-(sighs) -I can't stay in Des Moines.
I-I can't take community service.
Oh. You can't take community service? Okay.
So, uh, with that in mind, then...
...you are hereby sentenced to serve
18 months incarceration in prison.
Time to be served at...
Uh, uh, I-I-I do apologize, uh, Your Honor.
I think there's some kind of misapprehension here because
-we were talking about... I said... -Hmm?
We both were talking when you said, "Take community service."
I don't... I don't want to take comm--
I want to give to the community.
I want to give freely.
I'm all ears. Wh-What did you have in mind?
Good decision, Mr. Marakovich.
As I was saying,
I will offer you 90 days' community service,
coaching adults with intellectual disabilities
at The Friends Association in Capitol East.
Um, Your Honor?
Uh, when you say "intellectual disabilities,"
what are we talking here?
-Uh... -Yes?
-Are we talking retar... -Oh.
-...ded Americans? -(clears throat)
Because, y-you know, it seems kind of redundant
that, you know, in a sense, Americans, we are re--
you know, we're-we're those--
I-I'm talking about myself, too, you know? I'm a...
Your Honor, I just have to state for the record,
I literally just met "What's His Pickle" here
20 minutes ago. Okay?
I don't think his words should reflect on me going forward,
future hearings.
MARCUS: No, I-I just-- I-I want to say
the right thing, but I don't know--
If I can't say the "R" word, what-what do I, uh, call them?
May I suggest you call them by their names?
That's, uh... that's very astute, Your Honor. (sniffs)
♪ ♪
-Come on. -(indistinct chatter)
(whistle blows)
MARCUS: Gentlemen!
Can you come this way?
♪ ♪
Okay. Right. Yeah, come on up.
♪ ♪
Okay, fellas, my name is Marcus Marakovich,
and I am going to be your basketball coach
for the next three months.
-Nope. -(chuckling)
Wait. What?
I said, "Nope."
Is this something he normally does?
Nope.
That's Darius. He's our best player.
I'm Johnny.
I'm your homey with an extra chromey.
(grunts): Whoa.
I love animals.
My sister's an actress. My dog's name is Peaches.
Johnny, that-that is one funky musk
you got going there, brother.
What do you say we end this hug right about now?
Okay.
Wow.
Whew. Okay.
My eyes are watering.
Let's, uh, let's take a knee.
Coach, I didn't know we'd be kneeling,
so I didn't wear my knee pads,
and I'm worried about my patella.
Your patella? Okay, well, you can stand.
-Thanks. -That's Marlon.
He speaks Mandarin Chinese.
(speaks Mandarin)
Huh.
That's Benny.
-He works in the best restaurant in town. -O-Okay.
Uh, there's plenty of time to get acquainted later, Johnny,
but for now, let's everybody, uh, partner up.
Uh, Coach? I don't need a partner.
I've got a girlfriend.
Wonderful.
Actually, I got two.
No, you don't.
It's the same girl. She just changes her hair.
And she knows how to get around.
(laughing): Oh, now, now. Whoa. Whoa.
-Take it easy. -(laughter)
CRAIG: So what?
Why can't she have a lot of boyfriends?
I've got two girlfriends.
-No, you don't. -(laughter)
They're best friends.
They live in a group home. I'm gonna live there, too.
Okay, Johnny.
Um... I'll tell you what.
Let's everybody stand up.
We're gonna do a little drill.
Uh, you guys, uh, Snap, Crackle and Pop...
(laughter)
Snap, Crackle and Pop! That's not their names!
Yeah, I'm Craig. This is Cody.
-I'm Blair. -MARCUS: Okay.
Craig, Cody, Blair, we're going to do
a simple ball-handling exercise.
Uh, my girlfriend loves those.
Oh, my God.
Can you just forget your girlfriend for a minute?
You can play with her later.
We don't play. We have sex.
I go to her place, and we do it.
-All the sex moves. -Mm-hmm.
(chuckles)
Okay.
Watch, Coach.
Big balls. Yeah.
What's that guy's deal?
-Showtime? He's a specialist. -A specialist?
Yeah, he's the only player in the league
who shoots backwards from half court, and he's on our team.
Pretty good shot, huh, Coach?
No, that's a terrible shot.
Now, that's a good shot.
Looking good there, Darius.
Nope. I'm not playing for you.
(sighs heavily)
(laughing)
-(Julio sniffs) -(Marcus sighs)
This is impossible.
Hey, don't worry about it.
You'll have them all done before you know it.
No, no, I-I'm talking about the team.
It-It's impossible to coach these guys.
You know, impossible is not a fact.
It's an opinion.
Please don't quote cat posters to me.
Look, Marcus, they're Special Olympics athletes.
You don't have to turn them into the Lakers.
They just need to feel like a team.
You know, I snuck a couple peeks in there today.
It looks like you were doing good.
Doing good?
I-I didn't coach any basketball.
I was mostly hearing about Craig's girlfriend.
Uh-huh. Huh. I hear he has two.
Well, it's not clear.
You know, the one guy who can actually play
won't play for me.
Yeah, Darius.
Ah, you know what?
I... I don't, I don't care.
I-I just...
(sighs)
By the way, what-what happened to the guy
who was coaching before me?
Oh, we don't talk about him.
They kill him?
No.
(chuckles): No, no.
He quit before the season was over.
The team was very upset.
(sighs) Right.
But we won't have that problem with you
because we've got you for 90 days.
Guaranteed.
Yeah.
90 days.
Very psyched.
("My Way Home" by Citizen Cope playing)
♪ Sometimes I miss a step ♪
♪ I stumble here and there ♪
♪ I'm finding my way home ♪
♪ If I'm lost... ♪
Hi, Coach!
(song fades)
Johnny, right?
Do you have a guinea pig?
No.
I do. Do you want a ride?
Who's driving? Not your guinea pig, I hope.
(chuckles) Honeybun can't drive.
Come on.
All right.
(grunts)
Thanks for the lift. Kind of chilly out there.
I'm freezing my balls off.
This is my sister, Alex.
She's my best friend.
Ah. Well, nice to meet you, Al--
Oh! (chuckles nervously)
-What's the matter? -What's the matter?
No, n-nothing.
No. No, i-it's-- she--
your, uh-- she... (chuckles)
Sh-She looks a lot like someone I used to know.
-(chuckles) -Do I? Huh. Well...
It's very nice to meet you for the first time, Coach.
Yeah. (stammers) Marcus.
Marcus. Wow, that's really a nice name, Marcus.
Hey, listen, Marcus, you coach The Friends?
-Is that what I'm hearing? -Uh, yep.
Yep, I, uh...
(chuckles) Kind of a funny story, really.
Yeah? Tell me.
Yeah, well, I mean, it's...
(Marcus stammers)
It's not "ha ha" funny.
It's not even-- It's not funny.
It didn't seem like it was going anywhere funny.
-(Marcus and Alex chuckle) -Coach, do you want to do
carpool karaoke with us?
Uh, no. You know what?
I-I don't like carpool kara-- I don't like karaoke...
♪ I get knocked down, and I get up again ♪
♪ You're never gonna keep me down ♪
♪ I get knocked down, and I get up again ♪
♪ You're never gonna keep me down ♪
♪ Oh, Danny Boy ♪
♪ Danny Boy, Danny Boy ♪
♪ I get knocked down, but I get up again ♪
♪ You're never gonna keep me down ♪
♪ I get knocked down, but I get up again ♪
("Tubthumping" by Chumbawamba playing)
♪ You're never gonna keep me down ♪
♪ I get knocked down, but I get up again ♪
♪ You're never gonna keep me down ♪
♪ I get knocked down, but I get up again ♪
♪ You're never gonna keep me down. ♪
Sorry you got fired, man.
-That sucks. -Yeah.
But at least we're finally hanging out.
You got a great place here.
Yep.
Uh, hey, by the way,
(clears throat) let me ask you something.
-I cannot stay out the entire season. -Mm-mm.
And I've been working my, uh, connections,
but it occurs to me that
your uncle is one of the most respected GMs in basketball.
And is it possible you could talk to him and help me out?
Absolutely.
(chuckles): Yeah?
-Yeah. -Oh.
(stammers) But I don't want it to be, you know, minor league.
-I-I want it to be the NBA. -Yeah.
You know, fifth assistant, uh, player development,
whatever it is, NBA.
Gotcha. I'm on it.
-Yeah? -Yeah.
I knew it. I knew it.
-You're the man. -You're the man.
-No, you're the man. -No.
Sir, you are the man.
All right, I am the man.
-You're right. -(laughs)
Hey, you know what?
After I talk to my uncle, we should go out.
Hit the clurb. Get crunk. Get crazy.
-(chuckles) -And I'll give you the update.
Listen.
I got an idea.
Text me.
Lunch, then.
Okay, guys, today we're gonna work on
the fundamentals of passing.
Arthur, come over here, help me out.
All right? Now, we're gonna start with the bounce pass.
You ready?
Okay, you see that?
Thumbs behind the ball, flick of the wrist, bounce pass.
Right? Got it?
Okay, throw it back to me, Arthur.
Good. Good.
Now we're going to do the chest pass.
Same thing, no bounce.
Got it? Nice.
Hey, Coach, your shoe's untied.
-Made you look. -(laughter)
Oh, that's very funny. Yeah.
(grunts)
(laughter continues)
Arthur, what the hell?
Sorry, Coach.
Uh, wasn't I supposed to toss it back to you?
Yeah, but the guy has to be ready.
-That's a crucial part of this... -(phone ringing)
Uh...
Oh, all right. Uh, hang on.
You guys, uh, shoot around a little bit.
I'll be right back.
-Ball, ball, ball. -MARCUS: Kenny.
How you doing, buddy?
How's everything going in, uh, Seattle?
Yeah? Oh--
Hey! What the hell?!
Yeah, no, I'm okay. I'll call you right back.
Guys, what are you doing?
Shooting around.
-Big balls. -What am I looking at here?
Big balls celebration,
like when an NBA player hits a big shot.
Big balls.
Oh, but you got to hit the shot, right?
I mean, you don't celebrate a miss.
Showtime does. He knows all the celebrations.
He's a student of the game.
Aha.
Watch this.
Do shimmies. Steph Curry.
Look at that.
Aha.
(laughing)
That is outstanding.
Hey, uh...
has he ever actually hit one of those backward shots?
In the five years I've played with him,
he's never even hit the rim, but he's due.
-Huh. -Mm-hmm.
Huh, pretty impressive.
Hey.
Sounded like you guys were having fun
-out there today, huh? -Yeah. Yeah.
Well, Arthur gave me a concussion,
but, uh, yeah, other than that, pretty fun.
Oh. Well, we don't have any insurance,
so I never heard that.
(laughing)
Bye, Julio. See you Thursday, Coach.
Okay, Benny.
You be good.
Please tell me he's not gonna ride that thing.
JULIO: Well, sure.
I mean, he lives all the way across town,
so he comes back and forth on that scooter every day.
MARCUS: I mean, he's gonna kill himself. All that ice.
Well, as far as I know, he's never had a single accident.
Uh, can you say the same?
Touché.
These guys are capable of a lot more than you think.
You'd be surprised.
(alarm beeping, stops)
JULIO: Like Benny, for instance.
He lives on his own.
And he wakes up at 5:00 a.m. every morning
and works in a restaurant in the kitchen.
(busy chatter)
Now, Blair is not as self-sufficient.
I mean, he lives in a supervised group home
with some of the other guys.
And every morning, he goes to a gardening workshop.
♪ I-I-I-I wanna run the world, I-I-I-I... ♪
-I mean, they all live pretty full lives. -Hmm.
JULIO: Now, some have serious disabilities,
and others, well, not so much.
Sometimes it's genetic
or something went sideways during childbirth,
an infection or--
-We all have something, right? -(doorbell rings)
Bye, Coach. Bye, Julio.
Bye. You be good tonight.
JULIO: Now, Johnny, uh,
-works at an animal shelter. -(dogs barking)
I mean, he loves animals, all animals.
I guess that explains that zoo-like aroma.
Yeah. He also refuses to shower.
-So there's that. -Oh.
Good evening, Coach.
-Thank you so much for everything. -Mm.
Buenas noches, señor Julio.
Hasta pronto. Hasta mañana.
Arrivederci. Uh, sayonara.
Does he actually speak Spanish?
Yeah. He speaks four languages.
-Oh. -(speaks Spanish) -(jet engine passing overhead)
Oh, dear. The 2:45 flight from O'Hare to Portland is late.
How the hell does he know that? That-That's not normal.
There must be some chaos up there.
Hey, Coach, check out these handles.
(scatting music)
Ah. Now that's some musical basketball right there.
Rockin'.
Be good.
What's his story?
JULIO: Well, Craig, he works in a vocational school.
He's a welder.
He's such a good welder that the new students
just hang out and watch him work.
He calls them his groupies.
And Cody, he works in the dye factory.
That's why he colors his hair.
And he's in a band as well.
(band playing rock music)
He's the guitarist.
He says he gets all the chicks.
(both laughing)
♪ The world, the world, the world, the world. ♪
(song ends)
MAYA: That's it. Lift it.
Ooh. Hey, nice shots.
Nice shots. That's it.
Oh, I can feel it today, Red.
Okay, guys, game day.
Everybody, listen up.
The first thing we want...
Guys, I thought I told you to wear blue.
I look better in red.
But it is a home game, and home games, we wear blue.
My girlfriend is here, and she likes me in red.
I'm sure your girlfriend would like you just as much in blue.
She'd say, "Oh, my God.
Look how handsome Craig looks in blue."
She isn't that corny, man.
She's into nasty stuff.
Yeah, she is. (chuckles)
O-Okay, have a seat.
Guys, here's the deal.
If you're not wearing blue, you're not playing.
I suffer from color blindness,
so I don't really know what I'm wearing.
Well, luckily, Marlon, you're wearing blue, so you're fine.
Uh...
Hold it. Where's Benny?
He couldn't make it. He had to work.
MARCUS: He had to work on game day?
Yeah, his boss is-is a r-- is a r-- is a r-- a--
a real asshole.
Okay, no Benny.
I guess we'll have to make do with what we have.
♪ ♪
There we go. There we go!
Beautiful! Look at that!
Nice!
Get back! Get back!
Okay, right back down. Right back down.
Right back down, guys.
-Right back down. -Hustle! Hustle!
Hustle, Red, hustle!
-Nice! -You got to put a hand up, Craig!
All right, hands out, hands out. Come on, defense.
Let's get in there, defense! Come on!
MARCUS: Good pass. No, Showtime. No!
-MAYA: All right. All right. -(laughs)
Oh, yeah, go.
There you go. Hey, breakaway. All right.
Hey! Look at that!
Nice job, Jimmy. Great job.
You can't let them outrun you like that, Johnny.
All right, cover your man. Take a man.
That's it. Hands, hands, hands. You got it.
Come on. Hands, guys!
Hands! Hands!
Come on. That's it. Nice, nice, nice.
ALEX: Let's go, Johnny. Let's go.
Shoot that! You got that!
Yeah! That's great, buddy!
Good job! Yes!
MAYA: All right, Jimmy, this is yours. There you go.
Hey! Look at that! Nice job!
Get on back there!
-Good work, Jimmy! -(whistles blow)
Rotate.
MAYA: Come on, Red.
Let's get in there. Let's get in there.
Defense, guys.
-Get it, rebound. -Terrible shot.
Okay, okay. That's right. Okay.
All right. (grunts)
Thanks for the ride.
Marcus Marakovich?
-Yep. -Hi.
I'm Zoe Baldeen. I write for the Des Moines Beacon.
I'm wondering if I could talk to you
about your new coaching assignment.
My new coaching assign--
Th-This is the first I'm hearing of this.
Is it Philly?
I'm talking about your community service.
Coaching The Friends.
(sighs)
No, I... No comment.
-This-this will only take a moment. -Nope.
Nope. Nope.
(whistle blows)
Okay. Everybody, hold the balls.
Hold the balls.
Everybody, get over there. Get over there.
All right.
Guys, today, I am going to teach you
the most beautiful play in basketball.
It's called the "pick-and-roll."
I love this play.
And when it is done right, it gives me a hard-on.
What the hell?
Oh, sorry, Cody. It-It's just the truth.
Will it give me a hard-on?
Well, if you're lucky, Marlon.
Okay. Now, Blair, you come defend me.
Johnny, you're on my team.
Benny, you're defending Johnny.
Okay?
Now, what happens is
I start to come to the right, toward you, Johnny.
You step up and set a pick on Blair.
Where do I set it?
You set it right here at his elbow.
Good. Good. Good.
Oh. Oh.
My God, you have got to take a shower.
Everyone says that.
Yeah, and everyone's right. I mean, I'm tearing.
Okay, you setting the pick?
Okay. Do you have a pick?
No, you are the pick.
Be-be like a statue.
Good. And now I start to come this way.
They both have to come out,
and that gives you a chance to roll, Johnny.
-Roll? -Yeah. You-you move toward the basket.
-Move toward the basket. -But I'm a statue.
-Statues don't move. -Forget I said "statue."
I can't.
Okay.
There you have it, the pick-and-roll.
Did it give you a hard-on, Coach?
No, Marlon. In fact, I think my dick just evaporated.
That sounds serious.
Hmm. Yeah, it is.
Hey, did you tell your boss we got that road game in Ames?
Yes, but I have a doubt.
What doubt?
I think he'll say yes, but I have this doubt.
-What doubt? -This doubt.
Okay. Okay. Fine.
Uh, if you have any more doubts, come talk to me, all right?
Hey, Johnny. Jump in the shower.
I don't believe in showers.
-What does that mean? -He's afraid of the water.
CODY: There's a rat! It's a rat!
CRAIG: A rat! A rat!
A rat! A rat! A rat! A rat!
-MARLON: There's a rat? -Okay, relax.
Okay, let's check it out.
BLAIR: I didn't know we had a rat.
-ARTHUR: Huh? -CODY: A rat.
MARLON: Since when did we have rats?
JOHNNY: I hope it's all right.
-(shower running) -(animal squeaking)
Oh.
-MARLON: That's not a rat. -It's just a little mouse.
JOHNNY: Save it, Coach.
It's gonna drown. Save it!
All right, all right, all right. Just relax.
Take it easy. Take it easy.
It's not gonna drown. It's all right.
JOHNNY: Oh, no.
(squeaking)
We got to do something.
-Where'd it go?! -Down the drain.
It gonna drown down there, for real.
During drowning, your lungs fill with water,
you can't get proper oxygen, and then...
Not now, Wikipedia.
Save him, Coach. Save him!
All right. (stammers)
Oh, no. He's...
Oh, you know what, Johnny?
You got to save him.
You're the animal expert, and he will sense that,
and he will come to you.
-You got to do it, Johnny. -Come on. You got this.
-Come on, Johnny. -You got this. -Come on.
-CRAIG: That's it, Johnny. -Come on, Johnny.
-MARLON: You can do it, Johnny. -Johnny, y-you get--
No, no, Johnny, you got to, you got to get in there,
and you got to look down.
You got to be able to look down, so get under there.
Can you see?
JOHNNY: Cutie, come out.
Johnny, you know what? Here.
You got to wash off.
If you don't wash off, the mouse can smell it,
and you got to smell good.
He'll smell that you're clean, and then he'll come to you.
Get under the pitters. Under the pitters.
That's good. Great.
Take a run at that undercarriage.
There you go. Yeah.
(stammers) But don't overdo it.
All right. That's good.
Yeah. Great, Johnny.
-Cutie, I'm clean. Come out. -(chuckles)
-CRAIG: There it is. -MARCUS: There he is!
-Look! He's going, guys! -We saved him.
-MARCUS: There he goes! -ARTHUR: Way to go, Johnny.
MARCUS: You freakin' saved him! You saved him!
-He's free! -You freed the mouse!
-How's that feel? -It feels pretty good.
Yeah?
Give me a hug, Coach.
(chuckles) I already had...
Yeah, yeah, yeah. Come on. Come on.
Yeah.
Yay!
(chanting): Johnny! Johnny! Johnny! Johnny!
Johnny! Johnny! Johnny! Johnny!
Well, first road game, huh?
-This is exciting. -Yeah.
Look, the bus stop is right over there.
Takes you right into the heart of Ames.
Hold on. We-- Public bus?
What are you expecting, a limo?
-Are you coming with me? -No.
I can't look after these guys all by myself.
Marcus, relax. You'll be just fine.
Oh. Oh. Good news. I forgot something.
You're getting a player off the injured list to replace Darius.
Cosentino.
Hell of a ballplayer, Cosentino.
All right. Happy luck.
-Hey. -Hey.
(chuckles)
So, Johnny.
Look at you, all fresh and clean.
I put baby powder on my armpits and feet.
(chuckles): Great.
Okay. Uh...
Hold it. Where's Benny?
He had to work. He texted me.
Again?
Yep.
(groans)
Okay, so I guess we're just waiting on this Cosentino.
Cosentino had a Grade 2 ankle sprain.
Just came back off from the injured reserve
for kicking ass.
Kicking ass. I like that.
No, literally, kicked some guy in the ass.
Huh.
-There she is. -(chanting): Cosentino!
Cosentino!
(chanting continues)
♪ She's a bad mama jama ♪
♪ Just as fine as she can be ♪
♪ She's a bad mama jama ♪
♪ Just as fine as she can be... ♪
Cosentino! Cosentino!
Who the hell are you?
I'm Marcus, the coach.
Uh, welcome to the team, Cosentino.
Look, don't flirt with me, okay?
Let's keep this professional.
I'm Ms. Cosentino to you.
Beg pardon, Ms. Cosentino.
You know, we're going to play basketball.
-We're not surfing. -I know.
Well, what's with the boogie board?
Sometimes these things come in handy.
Okay. A boogie board?
Yeah. So you do you, I do me, okay?
Where did you get this guy?
He just showed up one day.
Anyway, welcome.
("Escape (The Piña Colada Song)" playing)
♪ And piña coladas ♪
♪ Getting caught in the rain ♪
♪ I'm not into health food... ♪
I always sit up front by the driver.
Seeing the road ahead calms me.
So does talking. Talking is calming.
Do you find talking to be calming, driver?
JOHNNY: ♪ Write to me and escape ♪
♪ And making love at midnight ♪
♪ Dunes on the cape ♪
♪ The love that you looked for ♪
Hey. Hey, can you keep it down, please?
♪ To me and escape ♪
♪ About my lady ♪
♪ That sounds kinda mean ♪
♪ My old lady ♪
♪ Into the same old dull routine... ♪
What does that even mean?
Hey, Flutterfoot,
is there any way you could smooth this thing out?
'Cause I suffer from motion sickness.
Hey, by the way, where do you keep your barf bags?
I like bowling.
Come on, let's go. Front.
By the window.
JOHNNY: ♪ Not into health food... ♪
MARLON: Boy, am I glad to see you here.
This driver here isn't much of a conversationalist.
By the way, do you know much about
the history of public transit?
It's fascinating.
It started in Paris in 1662.
Johnny, come back here with us.
He can't hear you. He's got his headphones on.
Did you hear? Johnny's gonna move in with us.
Yeah, I heard something about that, Blair.
I'll get his attention.
Oh. Oh, no, no!
-(driver groans) -MARLON: Ah! Projectile!
-MARCUS: Oh, no. -(brakes squeal)
MARLON: Whoa!
That was not your smoothest stop.
Who is in charge of these guys?!
Oh, that'd be me. Uh, I'm their coach.
MARLON: If you're trying to get us all nauseous, good job.
They are being disruptive.
I got hit in the head with something.
I got one guy talking my ear off.
I got Adele over there
just singing at the top of his lungs.
Look, I don't see any signs around here
that says "no singing."
They can't be throwing things.
Okay, look, we're just trying to get to a basketball game.
(sighs) Fine.
Lower the volume on the singing.
Yeah, no, I... I'll talk to him.
(scoffs) Yeah.
MARLON: (shudders) Oops.
♪ If you like piña coladas ♪
♪ Getting caught in the rain ♪
♪ If you're not into yoga ♪
♪ If you have half a brain... ♪
What happens if we miss the game?
According to the rules, it's a forfeit. We lose.
No, no, no. That is not happening.
Maybe we could hitchhike.
Well, we'd have to flag down an RV.
RV? I know who to call.
(horn honks)
(brakes squeaking)
What'd you say your sister does for a living?
I told you. She's an actress.
She does Shakespeare.
Huh. All right. Let's go.
ALEX: Welcome, weary travelers.
♪ ♪
How cool is this van?
Ah, what do you say, guys?
Better than the bus, right?
Yeah. That bus smelled like puke.
(laughter)
Hey, uh, thank you for picking us up.
Don't thank me. Thank my brother.
I'm doing it for him.
He seems to think you're a really terrific guy.
Doesn't exactly track for me, but...
Well, I think he's a terrific guy.
I do hear you got him to take a shower.
That's very much appreciated.
Wh-What's going on with that?
I never heard of anyone afraid of a shower.
He's afraid of water. He...
He almost drowned in a swimming pool when we were kids.
It was... Long story.
Oh. Oh.
Oh, is that how he, uh, got...
You know, got the...
How he got Down syndrome?
No, you don't catch it from water.
-It's genetic. -Sorry. I...
I'm just...
I'm-I'm just-- I'm new to all this, so...
Yeah, I can tell.
-Yeah. -Yeah.
Hey, I hear you hoodlums got kicked off the bus.
Yeah, but Coach stuck up for us.
-SHOWTIME: Mm-hmm. (chuckles) -Really?
The driver was an asshole, right?
JOHNNY: Big-time.
Oh, he was one of your people.
Oh, I'm surprised you guys couldn't have
worked something out.
No, we did work something out.
We worked ourselves right out of the bus
and into a field in the middle of Iowa.
-So... (laughing) -Nice work.
("Shake On" by Gold Brother playing)
MARCUS: Defense, guys. Hustle back.
OPPOSING COACH: Yeah! That's the business!
Guys, you got to defend over here!
-Move that ball. -(opposing coach shouting)
♪ Never coming back... ♪
Guys, look for the open man.
Put some effort into it.
That's all right. Let's go.
Guys, defense. Defense.
(player laughs)
Hey. Somebody defend this guy.
Good job, Pete!
Good job! Solid!
Get between Peter and the basket!
No, Showtime! No! No!
Showtime, you know, you can actually shoot
facing the basket!
-ALEX: Okay, guys, let's go! -No, not the long bombs, Cody.
Don't take the wild shot.
Let's go.
Oh, my knee.
Your knee is a long way from your heart.
Suck it up. Go back in the game.
♪ I wanna move to give you that feeling... ♪
Look for the open man. He's under the basket.
Right there.
Good pass. Yeah, that's it!
Okay. Nice.
Okay, shoot it, Cody.
That's it, baby!
Now you're playing as a team!
♪ With a tremble in your step... ♪
All the way. All the way.
-Yes! Yeah! -(cheering, laughter)
That's it, Craig!
Nice, Craig!
Guys, defend him. Box him out.
Get your arms up.
Now you're talking, guys.
Okay, guys. Move that ball.
Look for the pass. Shoot it, Johnny.
Shoot it.
-That's the shot, baby! -ALEX: Yeah, Johnny!
MARCUS: Yeah! Good shot, Johnny!
-(Marcus whoops) -(whistle blows)
(buzzer blares)
(cheering)
MARCUS: That was great shooting, baby,
-and we needed it! -(song ends)
(phone chimes)
(upbeat music playing over phone)
Yes.
What are you doing out here?
You're supposed to stay in the kitchen.
You know, people might see you. God, what's wrong with you?
But my team won.
Oh, really? They did?
I don't give a damn.
Stop busting my balls with this basketball nonsense, all right?
I pay you to work, not run around in little shorts.
Go. Go.
Get to work.
Dribble the dishes. Try that.
♪ ♪
MARLON: Coach, how are we gonna get to our next away game?
Because I don't think the bus is a good option.
Agreed.
What if we just play the home games?
If we don't play the away games, it's a forfeit,
and a forfeit is considered a loss.
That's half our season.
We won't qualify for North American regionals.
Regionals are in Winnipeg this year.
JOHNNY: Hey, that's up in Canada.
It's international travel, bro.
Airplanes, hotels, rolling like pimps.
(Marcus chuckles)
Winnipeg is the exact longitudinal center of Canada!
MARCUS: How do you know that?
I know things.
They also have curling up there.
They have curling. We have to go.
We have to play all the games. No forfeits.
Yeah, okay, okay. Take it easy.
No, we haven't forfeited anything.
Hey. Why don't you just rent a van?
Yeah, well, Julio says the program's broke,
and even if it wasn't, I can't...
Oh, you can't drive.
Yeah, on account of the...
Yeah, I remember. Yeah.
What about you?
You strike me as someone whose weekends are free.
(mock laughs) Good one.
Alex doesn't work on Saturdays.
Doesn't work on Saturdays?
Well, and you have this tremendous chariot
at your disposal.
Come on, what do you say?
-Please, Alex. -Come on.
-No. Stop it. -MARLON: Please, Alex. Please.
-Please, Alex. -(overlapping pleading)
-Please? Please? -Please?
MARCUS: Pretty please? Pretty please? Please?
All right, fine. Fine, I'll do it.
-Yes! -Yes!
(chanting): Alex! Alex! Alex! Alex!
Alex! Alex! Alex! Alex! Alex! Alex!
(chanting fades)
ALEX: Okay, watch your step.
It's icy tonight.
MARCUS: Yep. Careful, buddy.
ALEX: There we go.
-All right. -You got it, champ.
Johnny Boy, you go inside and get some sleep, okay?
-Mom's right inside. -Where are you going?
I'm just gonna run Coach home, and then I'll be back, okay?
-Oh, I can grab an Uber. -I'm gonna take you home.
-Are you gonna be late? -Okay.
No, babe, I'm not gonna be late.
I'm just gonna run him home, and then I'll be back, okay?
-Okay. -Okay.
-Bye, Coach. -Ah.
-Great game. Great game. -Hey.
-Great job today. -Okay. -Oh, yeah.
-Way to go. -Yeah. -All right.
-Good night. Sweet dreams. -You, too. Love you.
(Marcus clears throat)
Hey, uh...
Are you gonna murder me right now?
Let me break this down for you, Coach.
I'm a woman in my 40s.
I don't have time for bullshit, all right?
Do you know what I do during the weekday?
-No. -I perform Shakespeare
for middle school kids right after lunch.
Um, do you know what middle school kids
want to be doing right after lunch?
No.
It ain't Shakespeare.
It's exhausting, but it's acting, and I love acting.
So, after that, I go home and I do
a lot of freelance bookkeeping because Shakespeare--
and brace yourself here, this might blow your mind--
-doesn't pay so much. -(chuckles)
And then I go pick up Johnny from work,
and we spend the whole afternoon together.
And I love him very much, but it's exhausting.
And then I make dinner with my mom,
and then I watch Doctor Who with Johnny,
and if I have any energy left at the end of the night,
sometimes I hop on Tinder, okay?
'Cause a woman's got needs.
Oh, yeah. Well, no doubt.
And you might be a big, giant pain in my ass,
but as far as I remember, you were...
passable in bed.
Uh, uh, passable, like passing the bar
or passing a kidney stone?
You got the job done.
It-- You were fine, right?
And sometimes, that's all a woman can ask for, okay?
Mm. Mm. Mm.
You are singing my praises.
So the bottom line is: Are we doing this or what?
Consider me swiped off my feet.
Great. Buckle up.
(engine starts)
♪ ♪
(both panting)
All right, now, listen up, Showtime.
You see how my shoulders are facing the basket,
-my sternum facing the basket. -Yeah.
Yeah? Squared up, and then I shoot.
-I'll try it. -You'll do it?
-Yeah. -Come on.
-Okay, already you're doing great. -(chuckles)
You're facing the basket. That's good. Now--
-Oh, hey, Darius. -Nope.
Big balls.
Big balls, huh?
-ALEX: Friends, let's go. Go. -(clapping)
MARCUS: Yeah. Nice, Craig. Fire it up, Craig.
Craig.
Yeah, yeah. Fire it up. Yes! Yes!
(crowd shouting excitedly)
-Yeah! -(cheering)
Yeah! Nice, Cody!
Not bad.
♪ ♪
Pick-and-roll, Johnny.
Good. Set the screen.
Good.
Now roll! Roll!
Roll!
What are you doing? You're supposed to roll.
I'm a statue. Statues don't move.
(sighs)
Right.
ALEX: Then the dead queen's best friend
shows the king a statue of Hermione,
and she says, "'Tis time. Descend.
Be stone no more."
And that statue comes to life.
-Really? -Yes!
And she starts moving,
and then she steps down from her pedestal.
MARCUS: Yeah, Craig, bring it down.
Pick-and-roll, Johnny. Statue!
Okay, now roll, Johnny!
Roll!
'Tis time! Descend! Be stone no more, Hermione!
Roll, Hermione! Roll!
-(crowd cheering) -Yeah! That's it.
-Yes! -(player whoops)
-Yeah! -MARCUS: Beautiful!
You see that?!
Now, that's the pick-and-roll, baby.
Did it give you an erection, Coach?
I'm rock hard, Marlon.
Good. (laughs)
I'll explain that later.
Uh, defense! Defense!
I can't wait.
(crowd cheering)
MARCUS: Yeah, that's it.
(cheering continues)
Yeah!
(Marcus grunting)
What?
Are you time-outing me?
Can I ask you a question?
Right now?
-Yes. Um... -Oh.
I just... (sighs)
I was wondering, you and I...
Oh, God.
-No, wait. -What are you doing?
Don't make it hard. I just want to ask you...
Oh. This is so cute.
What do you want to know about us?
Where-Where-Where's this relationship going?
Hey, hey. It-It's just sex.
It's okay. Just sex after away games.
Very convenient.
You good with that?
Yeah. I mean, you're not planning on
sticking around Des Moines after your 90 days, are you?
-No. -No.
Well, then, it's a win-win, isn't it?
Are you okay with that?
Yeah, no, I can, I can learn to live with it, yeah.
Okay. All right.
Well, then, can we... game on?
Definitely.
♪ ♪
What am I looking at here?
Oh, pipes burst.
I don't know.
It must be global warming, huh?
I mean, it's raining, and it's freezing,
and it's snowing, then it's freezing again.
And all of a sudden, it's hot girl summer in January.
(sighs)
I tried to call everybody to warn them,
but these guys showed up anyways.
Look, you've been running them pretty good.
Just take the day off, and I'll get this fixed.
No, no.
No days off. I know the spot.
Guys. Follow me.
Hey. I'm open. I'm open.
Shoot it.
Here, here.
-MAN: Way to go. -MAN: Come on, come on.
All right, we're gonna practice here today.
This'll be good.
Benny never gets to play in a game.
Because of his asshole boss.
(chuckles): Because of his asshole boss, exactly.
But today...
Benny plays.
And guess what. I'm playing with you.
Yes!
But are we invited to play in the game?
No invitation necessary.
There's nobody waiting.
You just say, "We got next."
That means you're playing the next game.
Shoot, shoot.
-(cheering) -Good one, guys.
MARCUS: Okay.
Benny, do the honors. Say it loud.
We got next!
Nice.
-See you later. -Let's run it back.
-Have a good one. -Take it easy.
Hey.
Did you hear my man? We got next.
Yeah, but we're running it back.
What is this, some kind of Jedi mind trick?
You lost. We got next.
That's how it goes.
Come on, man.
Come on what?
You know.
No, I don't know.
Don't make me say it.
Make you say what?
They're retards.
That's a boo-boo word.
(grunts, groaning)
All right, let's go, fellas.
We got next!
-MARCUS: Yeah. -Here we go, bro.
("Oh!" by The Linda Lindas playing)
Oh, that's what I'm talking about!
Come on, Cody.
Whoo, whoo-hoo, baby.
♪ ♪
MARCUS: That's it.
Whoo, yeah.
That's it, baby. Come on.
Whoo. Nice one.
Go, go, go! Yeah.
♪ And when I think of things, they always turn out wrong ♪
♪ Wrong, wrong, wrong ♪
Whoo. Benny. Money Man.
CRAIG: Come on, team.
-Oh. Nice one. -That's it, Craig.
Okay, defense.
-Oh. -Dikembe Mutombo.
-Yeah, that's it, Benny baby! -♪ Oh! ♪
♪ Oh, when they say something, you always suck it up ♪
-♪ Oh! -♪ And when I try to help, it never is enough ♪
BENNY: Oh.
-Whoo-hoo. -♪ Oh! ♪
♪ Oh! ♪
Hey, Darius. Hey.
Come join us.
♪ What can I do? What can I do? ♪
♪ What can I say? What can I say? ♪
-♪ Oh! Oh! ♪ -BENNY: Coach, Coach. I'm open.
-♪ Oh! ♪ -Whoo. Whoo-hoo-hoo.
-Ah! Oh! Time-out. -♪ Oh! ♪ -(song ends)
(exaggerated groaning)
(groaning continues)
I popped a hammy. Get in there, will you?
Nope.
Come on, come on, get in there.
My-my ACL's all wobbly,
and my... my shoulder, and my...
I-I got a testicular subulation.
Listen, I'm-I'm not the coach here, all right?
The team needs you-- there's only four of them.
Get in there. Come on.
-Get... Yes, let's go, go, yes! -(song resumes)
♪ What can I do? What can I do? ♪
♪ What can I say? What can I say? ♪
MARCUS: Yeah, that's it, Darius.
-♪ What can I do? ♪ -Fire it up.
♪ Nothing changes, it's all the same... ♪
Darius, that's beautiful.
Great play, buddy. Great play.
-Hustle, hustle. -Corner, corner, corner.
Box him out.
♪ What can I do? What can I do? ♪
DARIUS: Yo, yo, yo, yo.
♪ Nothing changes, it's all the same ♪
Spread out, spread out.
♪ ♪
-♪ Oh! ♪ -MARCUS: Beauty, beauty.
Whoo!
-Good shot, Darius. -♪ Oh! ♪
♪ Oh! ♪
-You played great, Darius. -♪ Oh! ♪
Yeah, I know.
Hey, do you think maybe you could...?
Nope.
(Marcus sighs)
(phone ringing)
Ooh, I gotta take this.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Hello?
Sonny? Any news?
Actually, yes.
My uncle says there's traction with Phoenix.
He's a big fan of yours.
More to come.
(laughing)
-(farts loudly) -My bad.
MARCUS: What the heck was that?
I got to go.
Yes! Yes!
-Whoo-hoo. -♪ One, two, three, uh ♪
-(laughing giddily) -♪ My baby don't mess around ♪
-Here we go. -♪ Because she loves me so ♪
-Get your legs moving. -♪ And this I know for sure... ♪
Yeah. Whoo.
Breathe in.
Breathe out.
Whoo. In... out.
Take it easy.
Now we're gonna pick it up. Yeah?
♪ Don't try to fight the feeling ♪
♪ 'Cause the thought alone is killing me right now ♪
♪ Uh! ♪
♪ Thank God for Mom and Dad ♪
♪ For sticking two together ♪
-♪ 'Cause we don't know how... ♪ -Oh, come on! Are you serious?
Did you not see that? That's a travel.
What are you doing?
It's not. They get two steps.
-They do? -Yeah.
Oh. Sorry.
Don't apologize.
Those guys are meant to be yelled at.
You heard her, ref!
Get your head out of your ass!
♪ Hey ya ♪
♪ Hey ya... ♪
♪ Hey ya ♪
♪ Hey ya... ♪
(gasps)
I pray you, Romeo, what saucy merchant was this?
A gentleman, nurse, that loves to hear himself talk.
I'll take him down.
And if I cannot, I'll find those that shall.
Scurvy knave.
I am none of his flirtgills.
I am none of his skainsmates.
And now afore God,
I am so vexed that every part about me quivers.
-Scurvy knave. -(chuckling)
♪ Ah, here we go ♪
♪ Shake it, sh-shake it, shake it ♪
-♪ Uh-oh ♪ -♪ Sh-shake it, shake it, sh-shake it ♪
-♪ Shake it, shake it ♪ -♪ Uh-oh ♪
-♪ Sh-shake it, shake it like a Polaroid picture ♪ -♪ Hey ya ♪
♪ Shake it, sh-shake it, shake it, sh-shake it ♪
♪ Shake it, shake it like a Polaroid picture ♪
-♪ Hey ya ♪ -♪ Uh-oh... ♪
(song fades)
Oh, my goodness.
What is this, young man?
You caught me.
I try to keep that hidden in there,
but it's Shakespeare for... dummies.
-A second book? -(chuckling)
I mean, I don't even know what to say.
I just never would have visualized that.
(chuckling)
So you're into Shakespeare, huh?
I art interested in certain personages
who art interested in Shakespeare.
Art thou, now?
I really art.
-("Tell Me" by BROS playing) -♪ I need you ♪
♪ Girl, I love you ♪
♪ I want you ♪
♪ I got to tell you. ♪
(song fades)
There he is.
What's good, Marcus?
Well... (sighs)
I'll tell you what's not good.
I, uh, decided to contact your uncle's office directly.
Turns out he's not a big fan of mine.
Is he?
No.
No, he is not.
I wanted to help.
I tried, really, but he shut me down, like, instantly.
Instantly. Instantly.
(stammering): So this whole thing about Phoenix
was just bullshit.
Yeah.
What the hell, man?
This is my life you're toying with.
That was my last shot.
Why would you do that?
I-I wanted to be friends.
Oh. Oh, yeah, right, right.
You wanted me to mentor your coaching career, or whatever.
You were using me.
You made it pretty clear
you were only hanging out with me because of my uncle, so...
if anyone was using anyone...
I'll see you around, Marcus.
Hey.
Why would you want to be friends with me, anyway?
I don't know, man.
It seemed like you could use one.
♪ ♪
Good practice today, Coach.
I picked and I rolled.
Pick-and-roll.
Yeah. Pick-and-roll, pick-and-roll.
ALEX: You're a ball of sunshine today.
Well, I got some not-so-wonderful news today
about, uh, Phoenix.
Oh.
You know what always cheers me up, Coach?
Meat loaf.
You should come over for dinner.
Uh... no. I-I can't do it tonight, Johnny. Thank you.
Not tonight.
Monday. Meat loaf Monday.
You got to come. It's the best.
Uh, I-I don't... I... No, I don't... No.
Come. You can meet our mom.
ALEX: No, you know, you know what?
He might have, like, a...
Macaroni Monday plan or something
and, you know, you don't want to mess with that, right?
JOHNNY: No.
You know what?
I think I will take you up on that very kind offer, Johnny.
Absolutely.
JOHNNY: Yes!
ALEX: Are you sure?
No, no. I'm positive. I-I...
I can't think of anything better to do on Monday.
♪ ♪
(indistinct chatter)
MARCUS: Psst!
What are you doing?
(whispering): What's it look like I'm doing?
I'm hiding.
Why?
They fired me, remember?
Oh, yeah. They did.
What's going on?
Well, I was just wondering,
are they still underutilizing your talents here?
I'm still catching farts, if that answers your question.
(chuckles) Well, um...
do you have any time on Tuesdays and Thursday?
Yeah.
Sometimes.
I could use an assistant.
With The Friends? Really?
Yeah, you know, uh, you know, I run these, uh...
different exercises with them,
and, uh, when I split them into two groups,
it just goes off the rails, so...
I-I could use some help.
And, I mean, it's not glamorous, but it's basketball,
and, uh, I don't know, uh...
sometimes we could look at film.
What do you say?
Uh...
hell to the yeah?
(laughing)
Uh, so, wait, is this a friendship
or mentorship type thing?
Are we talking profesh or soche?
Or... both?
It-It's early days, so let's not label it yet.
-Cool, cool, cool. Yeah. -Yeah.
I-I'm free tonight.
No, no, I have something tonight,
but I will text you.
Um...
(whispers): I gots to go.
♪ ♪
(sighs): Oh, my God.
(doorbell chiming)
(footsteps approaching)
-Hi. -Hi.
I'm, uh, Marcus, the basketball coach.
I'm Dot, the mother. Come on in.
Well, this is the castle.
-Very nice. -Those two should be back in a minute.
Okay. Uh, this is for you.
Oh. How kind. Thank you. Take a seat.
-I'll be right back. -All right.
(grunts)
-(high-pitched squeal) -Oh.
Uh, I nearly squashed your, uh, hamster.
Oh, that's just Honeybun.
He'll be fine.
Oh. Okay.
So you've been a busy man.
What do you mean?
Well, you're coaching Johnny, and...
you and Alex, you know.
No, I don't know.
You don't know?
No, I don't, I don't know. I...
Well, you know what you know.
Well, I-I know that I don't know what you think you know.
Uh, yeah, I mean, I-I do know I'm...
(laughs): I'm just here for dinner.
-Yeah, right. -(door closes)
ALEX and JOHNNY: ♪ La, la, la... ♪
♪ M-M-My Sharona ♪
(vocalizing)
♪ My Sharona. ♪
Coach.
Oh, hey, Johnny. Yeah.
(sniffing)
-ALEX: Peaches. God, sorry. -Oh.
Oh, knock it off, Peaches. Stop. God.
Peaches, down.
Oh, friendly. Yeah.
Yeah, sorry.
We've got kind of a zoo here.
Yeah. Yeah, I think I just squashed
your gerbil, maybe, almost.
All these cuties show up from my work.
I rescued them.
Oh. (laughs)
Can you rescue me?
-Kinda tickles. -Oh, Peaches, off, off, off, off, off.
-DOT: Peaches, down. -ALEX: Get off.
-I'm so... so sorry. -No.
I'll rescue whoever is gonna be put down in the shelter.
Since I started working,
they haven't put down a single animal.
Really? That's great.
Not a single one.
(whispers): Not a single one.
Oh, my God.
Incredible.
Thank you so much.
I-I haven't had a home-cooked meal in... I...
Oh, geez, I don't even remember.
(laughter)
Cheesy meat loaf is my favorite, too, Coach.
It's good. Not healthy, but it's good.
Yeah. I'm supposed to be on a low-cholesterol diet,
-but, what, am I gonna live forever? -Right.
-I don't think so. -Well, you got me there.
You're not the food Nazi, are you?
Not... No, not me. Not on cheesy meat loaf night.
(chuckles)
So, uh, Johnny's gonna move into the group home with the fellas.
That's gonna be fun, huh?
That's what I've been saying.
N-No, he's not. Where'd you hear that?
(laughs): Well, well, from Johnny
and-and Cody and Craig and-and Blair.
They're all excited.
No, no. He doesn't have to move into a home.
He's got everything he needs right here.
Plus, we have so much fun, right, bud?
-Yeah. -Yeah.
But, Johnny, you told me...
This doesn't involve you.
You know what?
I got a big day tomorrow.
I better get on the road. (clears throat)
Uh, thank you so much for everything.
This has been fabulous.
You're welcome.
And there you go, driving another boyfriend away.
-He's not my boyfriend. -He came to dinner.
First man you've invited home in years...
-Johnny invited him. -Johnny invited him.
(scoffs)
You're sleeping together, you two.
-Oh, my God, Mom. -Don't deny it.
You're having sex.
-I can tell. -Okay.
Peaches can tell, for crying out loud.
All right.
You and Coach are doing sex moves?
Okay. Bye.
(door opens)
Hey.
Wh-What are you doing?
Uh... waiting on an Uber.
Come on, are you just gonna run away?
No.
Well, yeah. I mean...
I just wasn't feeling terribly welcome.
Hey, by the way, I love your mom.
She's very colorful.
Okay. Why'd you come here tonight?
Meat loaf Mondays. You invited me.
I didn't invite you. Johnny did.
Okay.
Seriously?
I mean, come on.
What are we doing here?
You don't want me to come to your house.
We got to sneak off under the bleachers to steal a kiss.
Like, you know, we're not in junior high.
Wh-What...
What's... what is the big secret?
I-I don't know.
(sighs)
Look, I-I... I like to keep my personal life
and my family life separate, okay?
I just know from experience
that if I get involved with a guy, you know,
and Johnny finds out about it, then he gets attached.
And if it doesn't work out, then he can get very hurt,
and I... I won't do that to him.
Okay.
You ever think maybe...
you're hiding behind Johnny?
(scoffs)
(short laugh)
I don't think we should see each other anymore.
-Really? -Yeah.
-Well, okay. -Okay.
(sighs)
♪ ♪
(door closes)
♪ ♪
SONNY: There you go.
That's it. Move those feet.
That's what we're gonna work on today.
Good job. Good job!
I have Down syndrome. I'm not deaf.
-Got it, slick? -(door opens)
Got it.
-Cool, cool. Yeah. -(door closes)
I'm gonna be with the rest of the guys.
Hey, Eeyore.
What's the matter, girlfriend problems?
I-I don't have a girlfriend.
Makes sense.
Oh, what, am I that bad-looking?
You're no McConaughey.
Coach, I wrote down what I want to say to my boss.
-(Johnny growling) -Is there any way
that you can read it?
Uh, yeah, I'll look at it later.
Go on. Get...
Johnny? Come here.
Your sister and I are just friends.
I'm not a child.
I know what you're up to.
Okay, okay.
We... we were involved,
but we're not anymore.
-(Johnny growling) -Hey, hey, hey.
I thought you wanted to go live with the three amigos.
Why... why didn't you tell your sister?
(sighs) I want to go, but good guys don't leave.
I was a kid and they made fun of me.
Alex beat them up.
She did. She beat them up.
So I don't want to leave her.
My dad left my mom after I was born,
so I don't leave Mom either.
Yeah.
Well, anyway, just, uh, stop giving me the stink eye.
Okay.
You're still giving me the stink eye, Johnny.
-I'm not. -You are.
-Not! -You are.
Ei-ei.
(sighs)
Marcus.
Ah. Hey, Phil.
What are you doing here?
Uh, food's good. Got to eat, right?
-(chuckles) -How you doing?
Doing all right?
Ah, I'm hanging in.
I read about you in the paper. The Friends.
Oh, yeah. That's a...
No, no, no, no. It's-it's great.
How are you making out with Darius Rhodes over there?
You know Darius?
I coached him.
Uh, ma'am? Can I get a cup of coffee?
You coached Darius?
Well, in a sense.
He showed up at a youth camp
when I was coaching here at Drake.
Ten years old with a handle like Iverson
and a smile that lit up the gym.
I was thinking, "I might be recruiting this kid someday."
The next summer, he's not at the camp.
I find out he's been in a terrible car accident.
Traumatic brain injury.
(sighs)
-Brutal. -God.
I get the job in Fresno,
but I kept in touch with the family over the years.
(sighs heavily)
He won't play for me.
Yeah? Huh.
Is there any way... you could talk to him?
No. It's got to be you.
♪ ♪
(sighs)
(knocks)
Yeah?
Julio told me where you live.
I got to go to work soon, so...
Oh. Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Just give me one second.
(sighs) Okay.
I-I talked to your old coach, Perretti.
Perretti's my guy.
Yeah, well, he's my guy, too.
We're friends, and... (sighs)
I know...
why you don't want to play for me.
I hate drunk drivers.
Yeah, I get it.
I-I mean, obviously, I don't get it, get it,
but I, uh... you know, I-I get it.
You still drink alcohol?
Sometimes.
Definitely not as much.
You still drive drunk?
Darius, you can choose to believe me or not,
but I know for a fact
that I will never, ever do that again.
Never.
Okay.
You're not gonna ask me to play?
Nope.
I just wanted you to know that I know.
And I get it.
♪ ♪
See you Saturday.
JULIO: Wait a minute.
Congratulations are in order.
What do you mean? We haven't won anything yet.
No, but your 90 days are up.
You're a free man, Marcus.
Really?
Huh.
Ooh, boy. That flew by.
(laughs)
Well, uh, okay, Julio.
We'll see you Saturday.
(chuckles)
VAN PELT (over TV): This is one big thing, and it's a good one.
Jalen, you remember your boy Marcus Marakovich
of the Iowa Stallions?
ROSE: The hothead assistant?
That's the one, the jabroni who was throwing hands at his boss.
Well, he got fired.
"Jabroni"? Really?
-No surprise there. -Smug-ass, alien-headed freak.
But the surprising thing is that now he's the head coach
of a juggernaut of a squad,
a team of Special Olympics athletes called The Friends
in Des Moines, Iowa.
Now, check this out.
As you can see, it's-it's cell phone video
or something from somebody's phone, but it's fine.
He's coaching his tail off.
You know what? I respect the grind.
I see you, Marcus.
The Friends are just one win away
from qualifying for the regional tournament.
We hope you make it to the dance, Coach.
We'll be watching.
Yeah, you watch, Van Pelt.
ROSE: Let's go, Friends!
Give the people what they want.
Sir, I work very hard for you,
and I deserve to have a say in my schedule.
I love basketball.
We have a big game on Saturday,
and all I want is to play in that game.
(exhales) I can do better. I can do better.
Sir, I work very hard for you.
Hey, Coach.
Hey. You made it.
-Yeah, I made it. -Ah, great!
Uh, so, uh, what did your jackass boss say to you
when you stood up to him?
He said, "You're fired."
Oh. I'm... I'm-I'm sorry.
Ah. It's okay.
-Let's go. -(chuckles): Okay.
("Make a New Dance Up" by Hey Ocean! playing)
MARCUS: Pass it down.
-That's the shot, baby! -(crowd cheering)
-Yes! Yes. -Oh.
(talking quietly)
MARCUS: Okay, good defense. Defense!
♪ You remind me of a boy... ♪
-(crowd groans) -Oh, that's okay.
♪ When he cut me like a saw with his back-and-forth ♪
♪ And I remind you of someone... ♪
That's it. There you go.
MARCUS: Guys, work it around. Work it around the perimeter.
Find the open shot.
CRAIG: Pass it here!
♪ We thought we'd never dance again ♪
MARCUS: Good try. Good try.
♪ So scared of second chances ♪
♪ But now there's something happening ♪
♪ You make me want to dance ♪
♪ You make me want to move... ♪
Johnny. Go in for Craig.
-No. -No? What do you mean, "no"?
Come on. We need your scoring. We need your pick-and-roll.
I don't want to do the pick-and-roll anymore.
I don't want you to have any more hard-ons!
Okay. You know what? Fine. You just sit there.
Marlon, go in for Craig.
I would, Coach, but I'm having a bit of a thrombosis flare-up.
Hey. You heard him. Get in there!
♪ And you know the moves ♪
♪ 'Cause it's our dance ♪
♪ And you know the moves ♪
-(crowd cheering) -That's okay.
♪ 'Cause it's our dance ♪
♪ And you know the moves ♪
-Oh, that's okay. -♪ You make me wanna dance. ♪
-(buzzer blares) -(song ends)
MARCUS: Okay, guys, we need a big second half
if we're gonna make it to Winnipeg.
-Nice. Nice. -Thanks, Coach.
Way to go, you guys.
Get a little water. Rest up.
No. Players only.
What are you talking about, Cosentino?
-Get out of the way. -Players only.
If you come near me, I'll "Me Too" your ass.
Okay.
(Sonny grunts)
-It's players only. -Yeah, I heard.
Hey. What's your problem?
I don't want to play for Coach.
You don't have to play for Coach.
We play for each other.
-Right? -That's right. -Yeah.
-I agree with that, yes. -Nice one.
And your sister is a grown woman who can have sex
with whoever she wants, even a dogface like Coach.
-You know about that? -Yeah. We all know.
There was a vibe. You just didn't want to see it.
We need you, so snap the fuck out of it.
-(buzzer blares) -Oh, yes!
-(whooping) -Let's do this!
(players chattering and whooping excitedly)
Yes. I love it.
Put me in, Coach.
You're welcome.
Okay.
Yeah, let's go!
("Sweet Georgia Brown" playing)
-Oh! Yeah! -(crowd cheering)
(cheering)
SHOWTIME: Whoa!
(laughing)
-Oh, yeah! Yeah! -(cheering)
That's it!
-Yes! -Yeah! -Yes!
Not in my house.
(buzzer blares)
-(cheering, excited chatter) -We did it! Yeah!
-Going to Winnipeg! -Canada!
Special Olympics!
-(whooping) -(chanting): Canada. Canada.
-Yeah. -Way to go, guys.
-(whooping) -All right.
Shower up. I'll be in in a minute.
-Good game. -Watch your head, Showtime.
Good job, Sonny. Great coaching.
Thanks, Coach.
Hey.
Oh. Hey.
Congratulations. That was quite a game.
-Thank you. -And you got Johnny to play.
Uh, well, it wasn't me, but I'm glad he played.
-We needed him. -Yeah.
Yeah. So, uh...
-I-I'm sorry that I got all up into your business. -No.
Don't apologize. I'm sorry.
And I-I wanted you to know that I did hear what you were saying.
Um...
And it looks like someone wants to talk to you, so...
Oh. (chuckles)
We'll talk soon. Okay.
Well, fancy seeing you here.
Congrats on the win. Team looks good.
Thank you. Thank you so much for coming.
Uh... what's up?
My mama's a Christian.
She wants me to forgive the lady that hit me.
I've tried, but I can't.
But I thought maybe I could practice on you.
So, I'll play for you, Coach, in regionals.
Are you messing with me right now?
Nope.
(Marcus laughing)
I think... I think I might cry.
Thank you.
You made an old man happy.
Go tell the guys. I'll be right in.
Welcome to the team.
PLAYERS (chanting): Darius! Darius! Darius!
Darius. Darius. Darius.
-Darius! Darius! Darius! -(sighs)
(chanting fades)
♪ ♪
MARCUS: Thank you.
Yeah, Kenny. Hey.
Yeah, I can talk. Just on my way to practice.
O-Okay.
Are you kidding me?
You better not be kidding me.
Oh, my God.
(laughs): Oh, my God.
I-I'll call you in a minute.
Okay. Uh, guys, listen.
Before we roll the basketballs out,
I-I want to try a little experiment, okay?
Everybody, close your eyes.
Take a deep breath.
And... go inside your mind for a minute.
It's very dark in here, Coach.
That-That's okay, Marlon. That's fine.
But I-I just want you to keep breathing,
and I want you to use your imagination and visualize this.
We are up in Winnipeg.
Championship game has just ended.
We are at center court,
jumping up and down, celebrating.
Streamers and confetti are falling,
and the crowd is cheering us because we are champions!
Okay, you can open your eyes now.
Anybody see that?
No.
Winnipeg looked very cold, so I came here.
I saw it, Coach. I did.
-Nice, Benny. -Me, too.
Ah. Great, Showtime. Okay, we're good, good.
We'll just keep working on this because I want you guys
to just, you know, get that picture in your mind
because it's gonna happen.
We're going to Winnipeg, and we're gonna be champions!
-(cheering) -Yeah!
And I'm going to the NBA, to Seattle,
because they hired me to coach up there!
Seattle... sucks.
Well, i-it's an expansion team.
You know, it's a process.
Well, who's gonna coach us next season, then?
I-I don't know. Maybe Julio.
Good guys don't leave!
Yeah, Johnny, they do.
When the NBA calls, they leave.
I should've known.
(stammers) You know, it would've been really nice
for you guys to just give me a little congratulations.
C-Congrat... congrat...
congr-gr-gratulations, Coach.
We'll miss you.
Thank you, Arthur.
(sighs heavily)
(exhales heavily)
Hey.
Hey. You're done early.
Yeah, yeah. Uh, they, uh...
Great news.
Yeah, I, uh...
got an NBA job in Seattle, third assistant.
Which means, you know, I-I'll be on the bench,
not one of those schmucks sitting in the second row.
(both laugh)
Yeah, it's a...
pretty big deal.
Wow.
That's... that's great.
Yeah.
Did you tell The Friends?
Yeah. Yeah.
Uh...
They weren't exactly thrilled, uh... (chuckles)
as you might imagine, and, uh, Johnny, pissed at me, again.
Hmm. Yeah. Of course he's upset.
He's attached to you. They all are.
Man, what does it take to get an "attaboy" around here?
I'm sorry. Congratulations.
I know it's what you wanted.
Thank you.
Really, I-I owe it all to The Friends.
I, uh... (chuckles)
Apparently, Seattle's getting roughed up in the press,
needed a feel-good story, you know,
to change the subject, and, uh...
Look at me. Mr. Feel-Good.
(both chuckling)
It's a little exploitative, though, isn't it?
No. I'm not exploiting anybody.
I'm... I would... I would never...
You know that I love these guys.
I mean, you were court ordered to care, so... (chuckles)
It's not exactly the same.
That's not fair. You...
I thought we were okay.
Why are you being so shitty about this?
Honestly, 'cause you just get to drop into our lives
and mess everything up and then just walk away.
I seem to remember you telling me
that you have no interest in getting involved.
Yeah, I did, and then it changed.
And you know it changed.
Okay. I knew they changed for me.
I didn't know they changed for you until just now.
Happy to hear you acknowledge that.
Yeah.
I was never staying in Des Moines after my 90 days.
You knew that.
You know, you could have at least pretended
it was gonna be hard to leave.
You know, maybe you could've said you were gonna miss me.
You're right. You're right.
-(scoffs) -Well, I-I will miss you.
Oh, good. Cool. Yeah.
-I will. -It's too late.
♪ ♪
(door opens)
(door closes)
(sighs)
Okay, guys.
I realize, after the last practice,
there were some feelings about my leaving,
but we still have a job to do in Winnipeg.
Get over yourself, jackass.
We can't go to the tournament anymore.
What? Why not?
We don't have the money.
I appealed to the city,
I appealed to the state, and nothing.
The city sucks. The state sucks.
Well, there's been budget cuts.
Yeah, but, well, there's got to be a way, Julio.
Uh, how much could it be?
Well, it's in Canada, Marcus.
That's airplane tickets, hotel rooms, uh, long johns.
Uh, it adds up.
The guys are all looking forward to curling.
♪ Nobody gets out pain-free ♪
("Life Reminds Us We're Alive" playing)
♪ Nobody doesn't get lonely ♪
♪ I used to think that maybe I was the only one ♪
♪ I was the only one ♪
♪ But nobody doesn't get a broken heart ♪
♪ And nobody doesn't need a brand-new start ♪
♪ Everybody's been on a shoulder crying ♪
♪ Out on a Saturday night ♪
♪ That's how life reminds us we're alive ♪
♪ Nobody finds a perfect lover ♪
♪ No magic in a four-leaf clover ♪
♪ But even through the stormy weather ♪
♪ I'll be the one for you, I'll be the one for you ♪
♪ 'Cause nobody doesn't need a friend to believe in ♪
♪ And nobody doesn't have a friend who leaves them ♪
♪ So say a prayer for all who dare ♪
♪ To love on a Saturday night ♪
♪ And that's how life reminds us we're alive ♪
♪ That's how life reminds us we're alive ♪
-♪ That's how life reminds us ♪ -(doorbell rings)
-♪ We're alive. ♪ -(grunts)
(song ends)
Oh.
So, what are you hoping for?
A little afternoon quickie?
Mom. (scoffs) Good God. Go.
-I'm just trying to be helpful. -Go. Go.
(Marcus chuckles)
(sighs)
What do you want?
Well, if that quickie thing's on the menu...
-It's not. -Okay. Not funny.
Uh, I need a favor.
(chuckles softly)
Wow.
What? No, it's not for me. It's for The Friends.
What is it?
Well, I need you to put on a little show.
♪ ♪
See that?
Damn, these costumes are great.
Think we can pull this off?
This is my basketball, Marcus. Just follow my lead.
We're looking for O'Connolly.
Okay.
Right this way.
I've got nothing to hide.
I have no illegals working in my kitchen.
Illegals? Really?
Sorry. Mexicans.
Oh, don't apologize to me.
-Apologize to my partner, Sanchez. -Hmm?
Oh, sorry, Officer Sanchez.
No problem...o.
You have no idea how sorry you are.
Do you know what's on here, Mr. O'Connolly?
Uh, no.
It's video and statements from your employees
proving that you've created a hostile work environment.
It demonstrates a pattern of abusive behavior,
particularly towards a dishwasher
named Benjamin Weaver.
-Benny? -Yeah.
A former employee with intellectual disabilities,
thanks to whom you, Mr. O'Connolly,
I'm assuming received quite a sizeable tax benefit.
Well, hang on here a minute.
Hang on my dick and balls, okay?!
Here's what we could do.
We could point Mr. Weaver to an attorney
or we could introduce him to a reporter at The Beacon
'cause I just have this sense
that it could be such a great story.
Don't you agree, Sanchez?
Sí.
ALEX: What are your thoughts on that?
(laughs nervously)
Whoa. Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Whoa, um...
surely, uh...
...there must be something I can do.
♪ ♪
Hey, Coach, is there a pool?
There better be a pool.
Oh, I'm sure there's a pool,
but, uh, this is not a ski resort,
so why do you have the skis?
Don't worry about it.
Okay.
(people cheering)
(cheering)
(shouting excitedly)
(whooping, laughing)
-Yeah! -(cheering)
Is it everything you were hoping for, Marlon?
It's even better than I expected!
Whoo!
(whooping and cheering)
♪ ♪
Hey, hey, guys.
Now, you had a big day.
I know you're all tired,
but tomorrow, we got the gold medal game,
so I need you to go back to your room
and get a good night's rest.
-All right. -Sure thing, Coach.
-We'll do it. -MARCUS: All right.
-Good night. -All right.
-Good night, Coach. -All right, good night.
-Bye. -Good night.
Look at you, laying down the law.
They respect me.
-(Cosentino laughing) -(boys barking)
Whoo! Mush, mush, you filthy dogs!
(barking continues)
COSENTINO: Whoo!
Hey!
(laughter, excited chattering)
(barking and chattering fade)
COSENTINO: That was rad.
♪ ♪
(sighs heavily)
Coach.
You have a minute?
Oh. Sure.
Great. Rolling?
We've been following your incredible story
for a minute now, Coach.
You're on your way to the NBA, but first,
some unfinished business.
You're one win away
from the Special Olympics North American Regional title.
How's it feel?
(chuckles): Great.
Uh, I'm just really excited for my team, The Friends.
Uh, you know, uh, to have the chance
to become champions is a rare and special thing.
Now, some are saying that the front office in Seattle
is using your hiring as a distraction
from the recent in-house scandals.
I mean, do you feel that your team
and their disabilities are being exploited?
Uh, no, I wouldn't say that.
I-I, uh... (clears throat)
I feel that I am an NBA-caliber coach,
and I will be an asset to them on... on the bench.
-Thank you, Coach. -Mm.
From Winnipeg, I'm Blake Lassiter, ESPN.
Clear? Great.
What the hell was that?
I had to ask, Coach.
I'm a journalist.
You're a troll.
-Hey, guys. -ANNOUNCER: Welcome to the Special Olympics
-North American Regional championship. -Hey.
-What the heck? -Today's game features
-The Beasts versus The Friends. -What's the problem?
Why are you guys all looking so freaked out?
Coach, the other team is called The Beasts!
They're the "beasts," we're the "friends."
Based on our names, I don't like our chances.
-They're friggin' giants. -Aw, they're not that big.
Hey. Hey, hey, hey, hey. Calm down.
We have trained, we have practiced,
we are in shape...
We are in trouble.
(crowd cheering)
-(cheering continues) -(buzzer sounds)
♪ Oh! ♪
-You got this! -Get back, get back.
("Unbelievable" by EMF playing)
That's all right, that's all right!
ANNOUNCER: Number 7! Two points for The Beasts!
Get back down!
♪ You burden me with your questions ♪
♪ You'd have me tell no lies ♪
♪ You're always asking what it's all about... ♪
Come on, defense, guys. Defense!
♪ You say to me I don't talk enough... ♪
Come on, hustle back!
Box him out!
Get your hands up, guys!
(crowd exclaims)
ANNOUNCER: Number 7 with a nice putback.
All right. All right. No problem.
-♪ The things you say ♪ -(crowd exclaims)
-♪ You're unbelievable ♪ -♪ Oh! ♪
What?!
ANNOUNCER: 34 with a spectacular basket!
-Yeah! -Yeah, Cody!
(laughing excitedly)
Back there on defense!
♪ By telling me more than mine ♪
♪ I'm always so concerned ♪
♪ With the way you say you always have to stop... ♪
-Yeah! There you go! -(cheering)
That's it, Darius!
Come on, baby!
ANNOUNCER: Number 24 with a beautiful drive.
MARCUS: Box them out!
♪ And leave you, the things you say ♪
♪ Your purple prose just give you away... ♪
No! Don't let them take those shots!
ANNOUNCER: 31 with a nice bucket!
-♪ You're unbelievable ♪ -♪ Oh! ♪
Yes! Defense! Defense!
Get that rebound!
ANNOUNCER: Number 13 with a rebound and a score!
(crowd exclaims)
MARCUS: Go back!
SONNY: Friends! Come on, Friends!
MARCUS: Block them out!
(crowd exclaims)
ANNOUNCER: Number 5 with a little flare!
-Get a hand up! Get a hand up! -(buzzer sounds)
ANNOUNCER: The Beasts are 15 over The Friends at the half.
(Sonny whistling)
(crowd cheering in distance)
Uh, you know what?
This isn't about Xs and Os.
You guys got the Xs and Os down.
Have a seat, Sonny.
(sighs heavily)
You know what?
I get it.
Those dudes are scary.
But this is your shot at being champions.
And guess what.
Champions are brave.
That's what it means to be a champion.
Actually, the dictionary definition of "champion" is...
Not now, Marlon.
You can't be afraid to fail.
You can't be afraid to lose.
You can do it because I know you're brave.
I've seen you.
I've seen you do things that were hard.
Things that felt impossible.
And I'm not just talking as players.
I'm talking as people.
Benny...
stood up to his boss, risked his job.
That was brave.
He's a champion.
Darius.
You were brave enough to give me a chance
I probably didn't deserve.
Champion.
Cosentino.
Hey, I don't know if you're brave or batshit crazy,
but I know you're a champion.
I was scared when I had my first three-way,
but it was good.
Yeah, okay. (chuckles) Champion.
I mean, honestly, the stuff you guys put up with
from ignorant people every day.
Come on.
You're all brave.
You are all champions.
Let's go out there and show those guys
what champions are made of, okay?
-Huh? -MARLON: All right!
-Let's go! -Yes!
-Come on! -Come on! Let's go!
-(Marlon whoops) -Yeah. -Let's do it.
MARLON: Let's go! Yeah!
(excited chattering)
Let's go, let's go, let's go.
(cheering)
Good, good.
ANNOUNCER: Ladies and gentlemen...
Get some water. Stretch it out.
...the Special Olympics' second half is about to begin!
Good. Get loose.
Where are you going, Johnny?
You're-you're supposed to be on the court.
I'm not a champion yet, Coach.
♪ ♪
Okay. I'm ready.
(Marcus chuckles)
(crowd cheering)
♪ Game on! ♪
("Game On" by Beginners with Yez Yez playing)
-♪ Yeah! ♪ -♪ Whoo-ooh! Whoo-ooh! ♪
ANNOUNCER: Give it up for number 24!
Two points for The Friends!
♪ Bring it ♪
♪ Game on! ♪
-Go, Johnny! -♪ Whoo-ooh! Whoo-ooh! ♪
♪ Game on! ♪
-Yeah! -♪ Give me everything ♪
♪ Show me what you got ♪
-Good try, Darius! -♪ Yeah, shoot your shot ♪
♪ Yeah, take it to the top ♪
♪ Ready or not ♪
♪ Give it all that you got... ♪
ANNOUNCER: Oh, good post for 7!
Two points for The Beasts!
♪ Do it big or go home ♪
-Yeah! -(cheering)
That's it, Benny!
ANNOUNCER: Number 12! Two points for The Friends!
(laughing)
♪ Go! ♪
♪ Yeah! ♪
♪ Whoo-ooh! Whoo-ooh! ♪
MARCUS: Yeah!
♪ Game on! ♪
♪ Bring it ♪
♪ Game on! ♪
♪ Whoo-ooh! Whoo-ooh! ♪
(whistle blows)
♪ Give me everything ♪
Coach, I think I may have sprained my finger.
I'm sure you'll be fine, Marlon.
No, Coach, this doesn't feel right.
(gulps)
You're gonna need to see a trainer.
But I want to play. The team needs me.
-Not like that they don't. Have... -Wait.
-(crunching, pops) -(grunting)
-Good as new. -Uh...
♪ Whoo-ooh! Whoo-ooh! ♪
♪ Game on! ♪
-(crowd cheering) -♪ Yeah! ♪
MARCUS: Pass! Yes! Good!
♪ Game on! ♪
(cheering)
ANNOUNCER: Number 34 high on the glass!
Okay, okay! Get back down!
♪ Game on! ♪
ANNOUNCER: Beasts, 46. Friends, 41.
-♪ Yeah! ♪ -♪ Whoo-ooh! Whoo-ooh! ♪
ANNOUNCER: Number 3 from a nice no-look!
Work it around, guys!
Work it around!
-♪ Game on! ♪ -♪ Whoo-ooh! Whoo-ooh! ♪
Set it up! Set it up!
♪ Game on! ♪
♪ Yeah! ♪
Nice shot, Dary! Beautiful!
ANNOUNCER: Number 24 from downtown!
MARCUS: Go for the pass!
Right there! Right there!
Pass it under the basket!
(cheering)
ANNOUNCER: From the baseline, number 34!
-♪ Yeah! ♪ -♪ Whoo-ooh! Whoo-ooh! ♪
Oh, yeah!
ANNOUNCER: 24 with a banker!
Beautiful, Dary.
-♪ Game on! ♪ -♪ Whoo-ooh! Whoo-ooh! ♪
♪ Game on! Game on! ♪
-(whistle blows) -Eight seconds left.
There's time for one more play by The Friends.
Darius, you're gonna take the final shot.
We're gonna clear out the right side
-for you to iso, okay? -Mm-hmm. Okay.
-No, not okay. -Hmm?
What are, what are you talking about?
That's a terrible call, Marcus. They're gonna trap him.
It can't be Darius. He has to be a decoy.
Sonny, this is my team. You're...
(laughs quietly)
Son of a bitch, you're right.
They're gonna blitz Darius the second he touches the ball.
Johnny?
Are you ready to run the pick-and-roll?
Yes! Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!
Yeah, yeah. You remember Hermione?
Yep.
-That's it. That's it. -(others chuckling)
Okay, so you're gonna set the screen for Darius,
and then when they double Darius,
you're gonna roll to the basket.
You should be wide open for the easy layup, okay?
-Yep. All right. -Yeah? All right.
Bring it in, everybody.
-Come on. -Okay. Here we go.
One, two, three, Friends!
(arena horn blows)
MARCUS: Okay.
-(whistle blows) -Set it up. Pick-and-roll.
Yeah, Johnny. Yeah.
Set the screen. Good.
Yeah, now roll, roll.
-Perfect! Yes! -SHOWTIME: I'm open.
-I'm open! -MARCUS: Oh.
No. No!
Johnny, what are you doing?
He said he was open.
Showtime, no!
No...!
("La donna è mobile" playing, lyrics in Italian)
♪ ♪
-(crowd groaning) -ANNOUNCER: Ah.
-So close. -(song ends)
(arena horn blows)
He hit the rim! Showtime hit the rim!
-He did it! He finally did it! -(whooping, crowd cheering)
-Way to go! Way to go! -He hit the rim!
-Showtime hit the rim! -(laughing)
-You did it, man! -I always believed in you.
-That's right. He hit the rim. -He was due.
But he missed.
-Good game, good game. -Good game, guys. Good game.
(excited chatter, whooping)
COSENTINO: Did you hear them? There are medals?
ANNOUNCER: And congratulations to this year's
gold medal winners, The Beasts,
as well as the silver medal winners,
The Friends!
(chanting): Coach! Coach! Coach! Coach! Coach!
ANNOUNCER: Please remain standing
for the upcoming Special Olympics celebration.
-PLAYERS: Coach! Coach! Coach! -Guys.
Guys, we lost. We came here to be champion.
But we're already champions, Coach.
Yeah, you said that yourself.
Here, take this. This is for you.
Now you're a champion, too, Coach.
(chanting): Champion.
ALL: Champions! Champions!
Champions! Champions! Champions!
Champions! Champions!
(Marcus joins in): Champions!
Champions! Champions! Champions!
♪ It doesn't matter what they say when they see me ♪
♪ It doesn't matter what they're thinking about me ♪
♪ It doesn't matter if my name's on the marquee ♪
♪ Things they can call me, 'cause I know who I see ♪
♪ Because we got a heart like a lion ♪
♪ And we're never giving up when we fightin' ♪
♪ Standing taller than the fear, we're not frightened ♪
♪ 'Cause we're united like thunder and lightnin' ♪
-♪ Yeah ♪ -Yeah!
♪ Don't matter where we're from ♪
-(whooping) -♪ We reached the peak as one ♪
♪ 'Cause love is the champion ♪
♪ Love is the champion, love is the champion ♪
♪ Don't matter where we're from ♪
♪ We reached the peak as one ♪
♪ 'Cause love is the champion ♪
-♪ Love is the champion ♪ -(whooping)
♪ Love is the champion. ♪
(song ends)
(whooping)
(cheering)
MARCUS: Oh, yeah!
ALEX: What was it? What was it?
-Benny, 12.2 seconds! -No way.
-New world record! -Yeah!
(cheering)
-Yeah! -Yeah!
-(excited chatter) -Hey, good job.
(Alex chuckles)
-12.2. Do you believe it? -That's very impressive.
-(Marcus grunts) -(playful chatter continues)
So, Johnny's moving into the group home with the guys.
You know, I had a feeling.
So, all good?
Yeah. He's gonna be fine.
-You okay? -Yeah.
Yeah. I'm good.
Change is good, right?
Yeah.
So, speaking of change, when are you off to Seattle?
I'm not.
What do you mean?
Well...
I called them, said I'm not coming.
Uh, you were right.
Those guys are dicks.
I don't want to be the fig leaf covering those dicks.
Did I go long with that analogy?
I-I stopped listening after I heard that I was right.
(laughing)
It just kind of seems like you want to say "dicks" a lot.
JOHNNY: Come on, Coach! Come in the pool!
-Come on, Coach. -Oh, come on.
-(all pleading) -Don't be a chicken.
Come on, Coach.
(chanting): Coach. Coach. Coach. Coach.
All right, all right. Fine, I-I'm doing it.
Coach. Coach. Coach.
Watch out!
("Tell Somebody That You Love 'Em Right Now" playing)
(cheering)
(laughter)
(excited chatter, whooping)
♪ Stop the whole world somehow ♪
♪ Somebody out there has a hole inside their soul ♪
-(whoops) -♪ That needs some feelings from you ♪
(indistinct chatter)
♪ And could you shine your light now? ♪
♪ Like you open up a door and you let 'em fly out ♪
♪ Three little words... ♪
SONNY: Okay, Friends, listen up.
We can do this all day.
I have nowhere else to be.
Now let's run it again, and this time,
I want to see some effort, all right?
-Let's go! -(whistle blows)
(indistinct chatter)
There you go. There you go.
♪ Becomes yesterday, hey... ♪
All right.
Where did you get this guy?
-And again! -(whistle blows)
Hustle! Hustle doesn't take a break.
Isn't that right, Marcus?
(Sonny laughs)
(both chuckling)
♪ Stop the world somehow ♪
♪ We all need the same things ♪
♪ Everybody just wants to love and to be loved... ♪
This is unbelievable.
I-I can't thank you enough, Phil.
Thank Darius. He was scouting you all season.
I just passed his report on to some friends here.
Now, don't-don't get too cocky.
I still have the best coaching job in Des Moines.
Ah, I wouldn't be so sure about that.
Any time you want to scrimmage?
You're on.
Just remember, in college, they don't play quarter.
It's two 20-minute halves.
Shot clock is 30 seconds.
-Yeah, yeah. -Oh, and knocking coaches on their ass,
-it-it's frowned upon. -Hey, get out of my gym.
I got a practice to run.
All right.
♪ Tell somebody that you love 'em right now ♪
♪ Tell somebody that you love 'em now. ♪
(song ends)
(piano playing gentle music)
♪ Sometimes life ♪
♪ Takes you under ♪
♪ Storm and thunder seem ♪
♪ To be the only sound ♪
♪ And sometimes life ♪
♪ Is a battle ♪
♪ A struggle just to keep your smile ♪
♪ From turning to a frown ♪
♪ And I get knocked ♪
-♪ Down, but I get up again ♪ -("Tubthumping" playing)
♪ You're never gonna keep me down ♪
♪ I get knocked down, but I get up again ♪
♪ You're never gonna keep me down ♪
♪ I get knocked down, but I get up again ♪
♪ You're never gonna keep me down ♪
♪ I get knocked down, but I get up again ♪
♪ You're never gonna keep me down ♪
♪ Pissing the night away ♪
♪ He drinks a whiskey drink, he drinks a vodka drink ♪
♪ He drinks a lager drink, he drinks a cider drink ♪
♪ He sings the songs that remind him of the good times ♪
♪ He sings the songs that remind him ♪
♪ Of the better times ♪
♪ Oh, Danny Boy ♪
♪ Danny Boy, Danny Boy ♪
♪ I get knocked down, but I get up again ♪
♪ You're never gonna keep me down ♪
♪ I get knocked down, but I get up again ♪
♪ You're never gonna keep me down ♪
♪ I get knocked down, but I get up again ♪
♪ You're never gonna keep me down ♪
♪ I get knocked down, but I get up again ♪
♪ You're never gonna keep me down ♪
♪ ♪
♪ I get knocked down, but I get up again ♪
♪ You're never gonna keep me down ♪
♪ I get knocked down, but I get up again ♪
♪ You're never gonna keep me down ♪
♪ I get knocked down, but I get up again ♪
♪ You're never gonna keep me down ♪
♪ I get knocked down, but I get up again ♪
♪ You're never gonna keep me down ♪
♪ I get knocked down, but I get up again ♪
♪ You're never gonna keep me down ♪
♪ I get knocked down, but I get up again ♪
♪ You're never gonna keep me down ♪
♪ I get knocked down, but I get up again ♪
♪ You're never gonna keep me down... ♪
-(song fades) -(cheering)
("Brighter Day" by Michael Franti and Spearhead playing)
♪ Don't give up when your heart is weary ♪
♪ Don't give up when your eyes are teary ♪
♪ Don't give up when your voice is trembling ♪
♪ When your life needs mending ♪
♪ Don't give up when the hurt is near you ♪
♪ Don't give up when the world seems to be broken ♪
♪ I'm still hopin' ♪
♪ With my heart open ♪
♪ Ay, ay ♪
♪ For a brighter day ♪
(chorus vocalizing)
♪ Don't give up when your pride is bruised and ♪
♪ Don't give up when you fear you're losin' ♪
♪ Don't give up in your darkest hour ♪
♪ 'Cause you got that power ♪
♪ Don't give up when you feel divided ♪
♪ Don't give up, I'll be by your side unbroken ♪
♪ I'm still hopin' ♪
♪ With my heart open ♪
♪ Ay, ay ♪
♪ For a brighter day ♪
(chorus vocalizing)
♪ And if you stay with me ♪
♪ I will stay with you ♪
♪ For a brighter day ♪
(chorus vocalizing)
♪ For a brighter day ♪
♪ Don't give up, you just keep on fighting ♪
♪ Even when your eyes are crying ♪
♪ Don't give up, you just keep on fighting ♪
♪ Don't give up ♪
-♪ You just keep on fighting ♪ -♪ Don't give up ♪
♪ Even when your eyes are crying, yeah ♪
♪ For a brighter day ♪
(chorus vocalizing)
♪ For a brighter day ♪
♪ And if you stay with me ♪
♪ I will stay with you ♪
♪ For a brighter day ♪
♪ Don't give up, you just keep on fighting ♪
♪ For a brighter day. ♪
-(song ends) -(crowd chattering)
MAYA: Come on, defense! Let's go, defense. Let's get--
Roll back. Roll back.
Roll back.
Here we go. Okay.
(whooping, cheering)
(Showtime laughing)
Wow! That's pretty good.
-(Showtime laughing) -(chatter fades)