The Game Plan Page #5

in the first round of the playoffs.

In what should be

a tremendous showdown.

We have a rematch

of last year's Conference Final

in which Denver narrowly escaped

with a 34-30 victory.

He has the tight end screen,

he side-arms it.

The catch made by Cooper.

Cooper on the run, picks up a blocker.

And now, directing traffic...

Nice cut. Cooper down the sideline!

And he's bounced out of bounds!

Yeah! I did it again!

Oh, our boy looks great today.

He's going to look even greater

lounging poolside

at the new Blake resort.

Let's just see how many Fanny's

kiddie meals he sells first.

Fanny.

Do you work at Fanny's Burgers?

I own Fanny's Burgers, honey.

My mom says...

I mean, my dad says

your chili cheese fries rock.

Yeah, they do! They rock. Come on!

Kick it!

Kingman out of the gun,

takes a look.

He has Sanders wide open.

He's not going that way.

Marv, I've never

seen a quarterback

who doesn't trust his wide receivers

with a game on the line like this.

Touchdown! It's all over!

Boston has defeated Denver.

All on the legs of Joe Kingman,

Boston advances

to next week's divisional playoffs

for the second year in a row.

Now, will this be the year the King

takes them all the way?

Peyton, are you okay?

Why are you still here?

I guess Joe's running a little bit late

from practice.

What, two hours late?

That's unacceptable.

Come on, sweetie. Let's go.

Hey, King.

No, I'm the king. You're the king.

Don't do it, Elvis!

Don't jump.

Mr. Kingman?

Oh, no. Peyton.

Hey.

Yeah, I guess practice ran a little

longer than expected. Thanks, Bo.

- Mr. Kingman, we need to talk about...

- You know what?

Why don't you just call me Joe?

Stop it. Stop it.

Mr. Kingman,

I informed you from the start

that we are a ballet school,

not a daycare center.

Yeah! I got that. Mental note.

I'm glad you told me. Now I know.

Ballet school, not a daycare facility.

Sure, let me hook you up

for your time, though.

Peyton, go grab a hundo out of my bag.

It's in my wallet, around the corner.

I just knew

you were one of those parents.

One of what parents?

The kind who thinks that his life is

more important than anybody else's.

Look, lady.

I don't know what kind of parent I am.

All I know is I have an entire team...

Scratch that,

an entire city depending on me.

Yeah, you also have a daughter

depending on you

not to only take care of her,

but to care about her. Okay?

- Listen, I care about Peyton.

- Then prove it!

- I got it.

- Hey, sweetie!

Your father here was telling me

how excited he is

to finally fulfill the commitment

he made to support the school.

And guess what?

I've got the perfect job for him.

Cool.

No, no, no. Absolutely not.

You're completely insane.

You're a freakishly large man

and you're telling me you're incapable

of playing a tree? Come on.

No, what I'm telling you is

I am a serious athlete.

Not a ballerina.

You do me a favor, mamita?

Can you please hold this for me?

Thank you so much.

Trust me, no one is ever going to

confuse you with a ballerina, okay?

And now,

I need you to be an enchanted tree...

I'm not going to be an enchanted tree.

I'm a quarterback!

I'm the only one that talks.

Up!

...around and... Oh, my God, no, no...

Please, come over here.

Wasn't so bad.

We're just warming up, so come on.

Hey, so what were you saying about

ballet not being a real sport?

Hmm?

It wasn't... It wasn't so bad.

You see, ballerinas can leap

as high as you can,

but when they go down,

they go down in pli.

And they hold and hold.

And then they go en pointe

for hours and hours.

So, if ballet were easy,

they'd call it football.

Yeah. Right.

Yeah, right.

Listen, Mr. Kingman,

your daughter has all the makings

to be a professional dancer.

She has passion, talent, discipline.

I guess she inherited more

than just your charm.

You see?

Let's try that one again.

Where were you last night?

You missed a great fight.

Hey, man,

you look like you were in a fight.

I was doing some stuff.

Well, you could've called.

You never call anymore.

Dude, stop being such a chick.

Never thought someone so little

could be so much work, huh?

You don't know the half of it.

- Hello?

Hi!

Listen, I finally got to a phone.

I want you to tell me everything.

I don't know where to start.

How about those pictures

you promised me?

E- mail me right now.

I have to see you.

Okay, hold on.

I just sent them.

You're breaking up. I love you.

Wait, wait. No, no, Peyton! Honey...

I love you, too.

We need to talk. Follow me.

I need my bed back.

Wow! That is awesome! I love it!

Love it. I love this room.

This is awesome.

It's beautiful.

- Thanks, Joe.

- You're welcome.

Look, P, you know the whole

"playbook for the house" thing?

No more buttonhooks in the kitchen.

Right. No more buttonhooks.

You see, the quarterback

is supposed to know the playbook

better than anybody.

But you and I,

you've been playing kid your entire life.

I just joined the dad team,

and I'm still learning all these plays.

No kidding.

All right.

Listen, sometimes a quarterback

has got to think on his feet

and call an audible, okay? And...

Here, this.

When the linebackers

are creeping up to blitz

And all of a sudden

you've got to call an audible

to change the play,

and you go around and you score!

He scores.

All right, it's kind of like, just like in life.

Sometimes things

get thrown at you unexpectedly.

Then you got to call an audible.

You got to learn on the go.

- Just like us. Okay?

- Okay.

Number one on the field,

and number one in your heart.

- Now, number one on your toothbrush.

- That's funny.

My teeth are really white.

Ding!

That's ridiculous.

No, that's not. That's awesome.

- Joe?

- Yeah?

What's the best thing

that's ever happened to you?

Well, I...

You have one incoming message.

Hold that question, all right?

This is the King. Do your thing.

Hey, baby, it's Tatianna.

I'm in Boston. I be there 6:00.

Tatianna!

Tatianna's coming at 6:00.

I got plenty of time! It's 5:45!

Who's Tatianna?

I got 15 minutes.

- Who's Tatianna?

- 5:
45. 5:45. 5:45.

Listen, she's a friend.

I'm gonna need you to clean up all this.

Take all this, take it down, and...

Hide it in your room.

And you go, too.

And you play hide-and-seek with that,

and just make sure they're all gone.

Is Tatianna your girlfriend?

Do you mind?

No, no, no, no, maybe, yes.

Hi, you must be Melanie.

Joe has told me so much about you!

- I'm Tatianna. What are you?

- Peyton. Joe's daughter.

Joe's daughter?

Mmm-hmm.

- How old are you anyway, four?

- How old are you, 40?

- I'm 21.

- Are you Joe's long-lost daughter, too?

Joe!

Bonsoir, Tatianna.

Baby, welcome back!

You look trs... Gorgeous!

- I know.

- I see you've already met...

Peyton.

Peyton, yes.

I don't know what she's told you.

'Cause she has

such a wild imagination.

Either way,

we have a lot to discuss over dinner.

Where are we eating?

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