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Where were you?

Don't need it.

Don't play.

- What did you say?

- Nothing.

Come on man, we're going

to grab a bite at the depot.

Nah, you go ahead,

I'm good where I am.

You drinking?

Right out here?

This ain't drinking.

It's my after school job.

I smell beer.

I'm double checking

the expiration dates.

Are you trying to

get kicked off the team?

What team?

Since fifth grade,

it's always been about

Travis Freeman.

So go, go, big man.

Mr. Everything.

Ain't that what the

paper used to call you?

Why do you do this?

You really have no idea, do you?

- It's so easy for you.

- Easy for me? I'm blind!

Yeah, but, did that stop you?

For one second?

No! It didn't.

You play, you get grades,

you go to college.

- Cut it out, Jerry.

- You do it all.

What am I missing? Huh? Why?

I can't talk to you like this.

Hey, you want to

know why I drink?

Because I like it.

Hey Trav, hey Trav,

where are you going?

The Redhounds have run smack into

a stubborn, ornery Wildcat team.

And despite some uneven play,

Corbin still has a chance

to secure their place

in the playoffs

by putting together a

fourth quarter touchdown drive

to win this game.

What's the problem, ref?

Coach, we've got blood.

He's got to sit out a play.

- I'm fine!

- You're my dang center.

- I'm fine!

- Let's go.

There's no timeouts left.

Freeman, get in there!

Freeman! Hey!

Sorry!

Kyle!

Hey!

No, no, Kyle, get him.

What are you doing,

get out of here!

Get off of me!

Kyle, will you get him!

There's

some confusion on the field.

That's right, yeah.

Wildcats show blitz.

Set. Hut!

I told you this would happen!

Blue camp recovers the football.

Corbin is going to lose this

game and fall to 5 and 2,

and miss the chance to secure

their place in the playoffs.

Freddie?

This is not good.

Grab your bag.

- No, who is it?

- Stay down, Freddie, stay down, stay down.

Was that my fault?

- We are going to need stretcher.

- Yes, sir.

It's okay, it's okay.

Hey.

- Trav, you ready to go?

- Yes sir.

- Dad.

- Yeah?

Well, for Corbin, it comes down

to the last game of the season.

Win, and they are in the playoffs

for the first time in ten years.

Lose, and their season is over.

Hey Coach, can you

come in for a minute?

- Can it wait?

- I won't keep you long.

- Hello, Karen.

- Hey, Coach.

- How's Freddie making out?

- His leg's broke.

He's in traction for the

next couple of weeks.

But he's still making jokes.

You tell him I'll be by

to see him again next week.

I was just telling Karen

and Mr. Marshall here

how I tried to keep

Travis Freeman from playing.

Well, I think Travis has

as much right to play as...

He doesn't have any right

to put those kids in danger!

Freddie would be starting tonight

if it wasn't for that boy!

I'm afraid I agree. Now, I want your

word you will not play that boy again.

- Are we done here?

- I want your word.

Look, folks,

I'm sorry about Freddie,

but I don't blame Travis for it.

It was a missed block,

it happens all the time.

You have a good game, because

it's going to be your last.

Well, that's not for you to

say, is it, Mr. Marshall?

But I'll tell you something.

If it is my last game,

win or lose,

it's mine, not yours.

And it's not yours

neither, Jasper.

So from now on just keep your plays to

yourself and stay off my football field.

Karen.

We got through to him.

What's...

Whoa, ho, ho!

Oh, yeah!

Whoo-hoo!

- Jerry?

- Shut up.

You see what your doing?

Go, kick butt, Trav, go.

I will now.

- Are we still talking?

- Well, that depends.

On what?

Here, I want you to have this.

What? What is it?

It's that picture of us they took

when we were kids in the end zone,

- the one they put in the paper?

- Why are you giving this to me?

We signed it, man, we were going

to sell it one day and...

- Why, Jerry?

- I owe you.

- You owe me for what?

- I'm starting.

Do you think I let

Freddie get hurt for you?

- That's not what I...

- You think coach wants to start you?

You're the best quarterback I've ever

seen, and he doesn't want to use you.

He doesn't have a choice!

Travis, you're

not hearing me, okay?

Jerry, coach wants to see you.

Come on in.

Close it, park yourself.

I finally got through

to your ma at the hospital.

She has to work a double shift.

Why should this game

be any different?

She said to wish you good luck.

You know, she works hard.

She keeps that place running,

with all the doctors, nurses,

and aides, they do just

what she tells them to do.

And she never has to raise her voice.

I admire that.

Coach... are you...

Are you starting me

just because you have to?

Don't you know me by now?

Hm?

Go on, get ready to play.

Yes, sir.

Deep in the fourth quarter,

and Corbin finds itself behind

in this must-win game.

Full trips right,

27 traps, go on.

But the Redhounds

are threatening.

Watch 27.

We need a win.

We need to play some

football now, all right.

Right 27.

Kentucky, Kentucky.

Down.

Ready, team!

Set. Hut.

- Right 4 right, 80, all stop.

- Yes, sir.

Corbin needs a touchdown.

Three points and a tie doesn't

get them in the playoffs.

Come on, son, run the play.

Black 18, black 18.

Set. Hut!

Drixon good for 7 yards.

One timeout left, coach.

Drixon is hobbling

back to the huddle.

He's had a big game tonight.

Farris has been working him

like his brother-in-law's mule.

Farris is letting the clock run.

He is not going to leave

them Colonels any time,

in case the Redhounds can score.

Baker's got time.

He's going for it all.

Oh, sugar!

Boy, I tell you this game's just

making that tri-tip just... hmmm.

The clock stops with 34 seconds

- You okay, man?

- I'm good.

Corbin has

just one timeout left.

We're going bullets left, zip.

22 tackled trap, yeah?

- Yes, sir.

- Go on.

Black 15, black 15.

Set. Hut!

He's down to the 15.

Clock's running.

Come on, move it,

move it, move it.

Farris lets Baker

get his team back to the line.

- You know it, do it, do it.

- No huddle.

Kentucky, Kentucky.

Boy, Drixon's

really limping now.

- Split out left.

- Kentucky.

Down.

Set. Hut!

Draw, draw!

Time!

Timeout, timeout!

And Corbin takes

its last timeout.

Give me a root beer

and a sack of nuts.

There's time for one last play!

- This game!

- Wow!

You all right, man?

You okay? Come on.

Coach, he's done.

All right,

well, you take a seat, son.

Offense! Bring it in.

- Twins left, 48 sweep.

- All right.

Kyle, I am going to need you

to run the ball.

- Yes, sir.

- Freeman, you got one last play in you?

You kidding?

We're going to

run twins, left 48 sweep.

- Kyle.

- Yes, sir.

Don't you take all day about it.

You turn that corner

and bully your way

into that end zone.

Take a look at the

guys around you.

Make sure when you walk off this field

tonight, you've given your best.

That you can hold

your head up high.

It's been an honor

to coach you boys.

Travis?

Redhound pride on three!

- One, two, three!

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