Necessary Roughness Page #5

The ref is digging through now.|Let's see who comes up with it.

McKenzie comes up with it!|The AustraIian rugger!

Lucy, get your ass in here!|Lucy!

- She did well in practice.|- She might get hurt.

- Coach, l can do it!|- No pass, we got to kick!

All right. Watch yourself!

Go, baby!

Lucy Draper is the first woman pIayer|in ArmadiIIo history.

All right?

- Field goal. On the snap. Ready?|- Break!

BIake wiII spot for a 34-yard try.

All right, Miss, let's go!

Hey, sugar! Don't get nervous!

- That the only way you can score?|- Shut up or you'll anger me!

CIock's stopped|with just three seconds Ieft.

There's time for just one Iast pIay.

It's good! ArmadiIIos tie!

Welcome to football!

You will die!

Welcome to foot...ball!

- She can take care of herself.|- Man, we tied!

All right! All right!

Come here, guys!

No speeches, l'm proud of you!|Now out of the monsoon!

Yeah!

ArmadiIIos tie!|What an incredibIe upset!

The rain stops, and so does|the ArmadiIIos' Iosing streak!

A reaI confidence booster!

The Iast game of the season|on Saturday night.

Can you believe that? One man|between me and a touchdown!

- l blew it!|- Paul, you tied.

We could've won!

lt's the best the team|has played all season.

- Are you trying to cheer me up?|- Yeah.

God! Suzanne, how could you?|l'm shocked!

You're a highly regarded faculty|member and l'm disappointed.

Phillip, it's none of your concern.

Excuse us,|we're having a conversation.

Conversations have words,|not tongues.

Let me handle this.

- Will you jeopardise your career?|- We're consenting adults.

So were Bonnie and Clyde!

- Mind your own business. Tell him.|- Don't pressure me.

- This is bullshit.|- Get a beer, butterfingers!

- Get lost!|- Would you stay out of this!

Why don't you just tell him?

Fine.

Paul...

l was... All right!

That was easy.

Out! Everybody out!|Get out of the shower!

Lucy's got to shower, man! Get out!

Come on, Lucy's got to shower!|Have some respect!

Have some respect!|l can't believe you guys!

This is silly. l'm not going|across campus for a shower.

l'm an Armadillo, like the others.

You're an Armadillo,|but not like the others.

You're OK, Manu.

Would you do me the honour|of escorting you to Edison's party?

All right,|but don't try to carry me in.

OK.

Moet, sir?

- What's Moet?|- lt means, ''Want some more?''

Hell, yeah!

Excuse me, can everyone|quiet down, please?

My father would like|to say a few words.

Boys, you played a hell of a game|against a major college tonight!

Those jackets look great. Just|a token of the alumni's appreciation.

So wear them with pride.|Keep up the good work.

Stand up, let's see those jackets.|1 00% cashmere!

What's going on here?|Take the jackets off, party's over.

This team will not accept gifts.

That's how it starts,|but not this team!

Leave the goddamn jackets.

This is a private party.|Let's talk...

Dad, can you do me a favour?

Can you just|butt out of this one, OK?

- We'll talk about this later.|- Yeah.

- Guys, let's go.|- Take it easy, they're just kids.

l know that, Blake.|l expect more from you. Come on.

lt's not about me.

lt's not about them, though it should|be. They've been killing themselves.

No, it's about you trying to prove|something to the world.

- Relax and let them feel good!|- l can't and neither can you.

Get it through your head,|high school is over.

You want to be a leader? Grow up!

- Tonight doesn't change the rules.|- Rules?

- You and your f***ing rules!|- Knock it off!

Nobody's going to get hurt here.|Go home.

That's a hell of a good idea, Coach.|ln fact, l quit.

Guys, let's go. Pack it up.

- Let's go, guys.|- Guys, let's get out.

You slap that righteous brush around.

- l did what l had to do.|- lt's my team, too.

You de-ball them in front|of everyone. You are wrong!

- How about a lift?|- Where you headed?

Anywhere but here. Let's go.

Suit yourself.|You're on your own getting back.

l hate that station. My dad owns it.

l never want to see another building|with his name on it.

- Too bad you got mid-terms.|- No, l don't.

What'll my dad do|when someone flunks me?

What? You've been keeping up OK.

Two cheerleaders do my homework,|but l got to take the test.

When he finds out l didn't pass,|he'll buy me a grade.

You know what that could do|to the team.

lf you're sick of him covering,|that's fine. Work harder, that's all!

You can't just walk away.

Well, you did.

How'd l wind up with Jiminy Cricket?

Hey, Paul, what are you doing?|l can't go back there.

Relax. Maybe we'll both|learn something.

l've never passed anything|on my own before.

lt's about time you saw|the inside of the library!

- Meet your new tutor.|- Andre?

Relax, l have programmes|to accelerate your learning,

by linking mnemonic memory aids|with visual cues.

- l don't know what to say.|- Say goodbye to the daylight!

Just keep thinking,|''The ball is my friend.''

Edison's studying with Andre.|We'll have to practise without him.

- Not worried about Saturday?|- lf he doesn't pass, he's out.

The rest of the team|will back him up.

We pull together,|Saturday'll take care of itself.

Take them out. lt's your team, son.

Go for it.

Excuse me!

Finished grading|the exams already. Good!

- Let me look them over.|- What for?

l don't question your judgement,|it's your integrity.

What are you talking about?

Decide how serious|your commitment to academics is.

Your emotions may allow you to give|the players grades they didn't earn.

l'll regrade them objectively, and|when l'm finished, they're finished!

Fine, Phillip. Take the exams.

lf you change even one grade,|you can face an academic review!

Don't cross me, Suzanne.

Up yours, Phil!

She called me Phil.

So? What did you get?

- l got a 'C'.|- Hey, you passed!

- All right!|- Yeah!

Hey, guys!

Basic losing...is over!

- Good job, bro.|- Way to go. You did it.

Yes, l did. Yes, l did!

l'll get my jacket.|See you at practice.

Ed, what is it? You OK? What?

Your timing's perfect.|l don't feel so good.

l never lost a game in high school.

Not one.

lt was a great feeling.

l miss it.

l still dream about it.

l'd love to give those guys|that feeling just once.

They work so hard,|they don't deserve to go out losers.

You remember what you wrote|about that game,

how Gennero won|'cause his team played.

You've built something great|with these kids. They'd die for you.

l don't want them to die.

l want them to win.

Excuse me, Dr Miller?

Ed, it's me...

- ...Wally Riggendorf.|- l know. l'm not in a coma.

- l brought these for you.|- Thank you, they're lovely.

Just put them here.

l had to charge them to your room.|l'm short this week.

l understand.|Sit down, l want to talk to you.

- l'm here, Ed.|- Don't talk like l'm dying.

They're just running some tests.

That's wonderful news!

- l want you to have this, Wally.|- Your play book...

l don't know what to say.|l'll treasure it. Always.

l'm not bequeathing it to you,|l'm just loaning it to you.

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