Any Given Sunday Page #11

Go do your job, coach.

This isn't about you and me anymore.

You gotta lead this team.

When they look in your eyes...

...they gotta believe.

I know.

What do you think you're doing?

Cap is finished.

Never talk that way

in front of my players!

Get out of here!

I don't give a sh*t if Willie

is out there changing the plays!

You let your ego get in the way

of this team...

...and you'll lose

this f***ing game!

Get out of here!!

I'm sorry, but Coach D.

already told me I was going in.

Control the line of scrimmage,

you'll control this game.

Possession of the ball,

that's all I want. Move those chains.

Read the safety's drop.

If he backpedals, then we go downtown.

Surprise them. Make it sudden.

If you see their arms shaking,

that means they're coming.

Control the line of scrimmage,

you control the game.

You said that already.

One more thing. Right out of the gate,

let it fly, go 999.

Shock the sh*t out of them!

Interception!

What a way to start

this second half!

He 's down at the 48-yard line.

That's a tough break for this kid,

his firs t time in the playoffs.

He 's gotta be feeling the pressure.

Branco's just aching to nail you.

Watch his knuckles.

If they go white, do a fade to Sandman.

You want me to check off?

Where's the coach I knew and loved?

If Branco bites.

Firs t down.

Looks like he had damage to his eye.

On the four!

Twist it! Twist it!

Here we go.

Strong Left Zig 90 Gun

on three.

I'm serious. It's Coach D.'s call.

By the way...

...I'm sorry about getting a big head.

It wasn't me.

It was the devil. Red 666.

Let's get them

before they know what hit them.

On three. Ready?

Watch the robber on your right.

He'll be coming at you.

Touchdown, Miami.

I'm good!

This one right there.

Touchdown!

If you hit him for another score

in the next series, he'll fold.

I know it.

Touchdown, Miami.

That's what I'm talking about, baby!

Depending on how the election goes,

it may get better.

We got six producing wells probably

pumping out about....

Your home base is in Dallas?

The thing that bothers me most...

...is if you don't have 30,000

in attendance....

Coach, it's fourth and one,

we need a time-out.

All right. Shark! Shark!

Let's go. Run the Three-man.

Looks like Dallas is going for it.

He is going for the victory now,

not a tie.

Here we go now. One time.

This is the game, Tug.

If Miami can hold them here...

... Willie Beamen will have

one last chance.

This is where the famous rubber...

...meets the famous road.

Settle down! Be proud!

Guys, y'all gonna make this play.

One yard stands between us

and Minnesota!

They got no respect for us.

Shark flat on his ass!

Everything we ever fought for

is on the line right now.

Be proud!

Strong right! Strong right!

Is it first?

Sharks' ball! First down!

Looks like a man's down

at the line of scrimmage.

Luther "Shark " Lava y.

He 's been the heart

and soul of this defense.

Let's hope he's okay.

Stabilize his head.

Can you hear me?! Check his hands.

We got a pulse.

I don't know, coach.

What does that mean?

Is he breathing?

Ambulance!

Talk to me, Shark. Come on.

Let's get that board over here!

Is this how it starts?

Coach.

Did I stop him?

You stopped him cold, goddamn it!

Look at that!

Major bonus, baby. One million bucks!

One, two, three, roll.

Don't you guys drop me.

I'm worth a million dollars.

Well, 55 seconds.

You think they can pull it off?

Look at that. Oh, boy!

Is Dallas in trouble now!

Willie Beamen's ritual.

Let's put Sanderson to work.

We throw on two.

Ready. Break!

It's beautiful to watch you throw.

It's beautiful to hear you say that,

not-so-old man.

Razor! Check it. Razor!

Do it.

Do it! Come on!

Be there!

Flag! On the play.

It's coming back.

Holding, 69.

No touchdown! Holding!

You're out!

Touched an official!

Not anymore! Get off!

Thank you.

-That might be the backbreaker.

-Damn it!

-We got them where we want them.

-Punk!

I'll take it in myself.

I liked you when you was puking!

-Who are we?

-Sharks!

I feel like things are changing,

you know?

Things are out of control.

Maybe I'm just out of control.

Sorry for the way I've been behaving.

It's all right.

Keep your wits about you.

Roll it! Roll it!

Time-out.

Time-out, Miami!

That's the last one.

Something's gotta be wrong.

-They had it cold.

-Smart move.

There's something I've been

really dying to ask you.

Remember when you came to my place?

I made dinner for you?

Did you not like the jambalaya?

Worst sh*t I ever tasted.

Why do you think I've been throwing up?

I thought that.

No, you know that.

Now get the hell out there

and win this game!

Comanche.

Tony, we got nine seconds!

If he's stopped inbounds,

the game's over.

This is what coaching's all about.

Hey, Nick, you up for it?

Spread West Hustle....

West Hustle 60--

Sixty Comanche?

Man has balls of iron.

-We in this together?

-Dynamic duo, baby!

Don't let him out-of-bounds!

Out!

Out-of-bounds on the 3!

Unselfish! Unselfish!

Way to go, Julian!

You hear that? That's four seconds.

Time-out called by the Knights.

Dallas 35, Miami 31.

Now, remember,

see it before you do it.

Julian gave you the shot.

Make them believe, Willie.

This time, now.

One on one, man on man.

We do it together, all right?

I know y'all don't wanna go home.

It ain't no tomorrow!

Three yards to go. Four seconds.

One play.

We've been in too many of these.

This one'll get it.

Four seconds.

Four seconds is a lifetime!

We're a lifetime away here!

Rifle 22!

I think he lost it!

It didn't go!

Watch out! Watch out!

Touchdown!

Touchdown! Touchdown!

Nice night.

Can't get over Cap.

I learned more watching him in the

first half than I did in five seasons.

Next week I'll win it

just for him.

Glad to see success hasn't

gone to your head too much, kid.

Who, me? Steamin' Beamen?

This is your moment, Willie.

Savor it.

But never forget. On any given Sunday,

you're either gonna win or lose.

"But can you win or lose like a man?"

I got it, coach.

Next year...

...I'm out of here.

I figured.

I'm not the right guy

for this team anymore.

I wouldn't say all that.

There was this great quarterback

in the '70s I knew.

I mean, this guy was one tough

son of a b*tch.

He fought for every inch he ever got.

He didn't have your natural skills,

but he could make it happen.

He could win.

But the game passed him by.

Anyway, I ran into this guy...

...a few weeks ago in L.A.

We had a few beers, and we start

talking. You know what he told me?

He said when he looked back...

...he didn't really miss

the Pantheon Cups...

...or the girls...

...or even the glory.

You know what he missed?

What he missed were those other guys

looking back at him in the huddle.

Those eleven guys...

...every one of them seeing things

the same way.

All of them looking downfield...

...together.

That's what he missed.

I'm gonna miss you, amigo.

You know, my arm has been killing me.

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