My brother from another mother.
Hey guys, thanks for doin' that. How you doin' man?
Havin' a good day?
Hey, Milt's assistant. How you doin'?
Sorry.
Morning.
- How you doin'? - I'm fine, yeah.
I just wanted to say, I'm really sorry about last night.
Sorry? You don't have to apologise for that.
I feel like I do. I practically attacked you.
Yeah, but in a good way.
I just don't want you to feel like
you have to act any differently around me,
or that it changes our friendship in any way.
It was no big deal.
Yeah, yeah, no... Of course.
Yeah, well, we got Milt's mail again.
So, I'm gonna run that across the hall.
See you soon.
Man of the hour. How are you feeling man?
- Welcome back. - Thank you.
Can't go swimming for a month.
And I got welcomed back with an impossible case.
Font got a John Doe.
John Doe? This is more like shredded clothes
with a pile of meat inside. All right?
Hell of a way to say "Thanks for taking a spear through the head."
Any of you guys want to commit suicide, hang yourselves,
cut your wrists. Do not step in front of a moving train.
Hey, Jacocks, you play softball with the guys in patrol,
- maybe you could get them to... - I am not taking your case, Font.
I could have died a couple of weeks ago.
And if you had, I'd take it.
But since the only reason why you want to dump this case
is so you don't miss the football game Friday,
- the answer's no. - What football game?
What, seriously Russ?
It's rivalry week, Valley versus Lakeview.
How could I forget, it's the annual
"Let's all pretend we're still in high school" week.
- Why anyone would still want to go... - Hey, see this?
This ain't pretend, son. Lakeview High till we die.
- Valley for life. - No, no, no, thank you. Thank you.
Get ready to wear my jersey again.
No, we're actually good this year.
- "Roll Thunder". - Yeah.
Yeah, well, I'll miss "Roll Thunder," I'm gonna take the week off.
No you're not. And there may not be a game.
Head coach Richard Zuransky's body was discovered this morning
in his office at Valley High.
Zuransky? Everyone loves Zuransky.
Deductive reasoning tells me that at least one person didn't.
I'd like to take this one, if you don't mind.
Milt's got lead. The Mayor called.
Zuransky's a local icon, he felt more comfortable.
Are you serious?
The mayor assigns the case to Milt
who's not a local, who has no idea who the victim is? That's brilliant.
Why don't you head on over to the high school
and assist Milt in looking into the coach's football life.
Font, Funkhauser, you guys inform his wife
and then start looking into his personal life.
This is unbelievable.
Janitor found him just like this, this morning,
when he opened up the offices He never got up from his desk
which means that he probably knew his killer.
And by the way, congratulations.
Why the hell are you congratulating me?
You and Holly.
- What about me and Holly? - Come on, Russ. I know.
I saw you two outside my office this morning.
I could tell that something was different.
Puncture wounds and lacerations,
all different sizes and depths.
It's not sharp enough for a knife or dull enough for a hammer.
Yeah, so the murder weapon wasn't really a weapon.
And clearly you know nothing about me and Holly
- 'cause you're wrong. - Killer must've improvised.
I don't know.
And I have a sixth sense about these things.
I can tell when two people have... You know.
No, I don't know.
Crossed the crime scene tape.
Unholstered your weapons, buried the evidence.
Yeah... Cute, got it.
Hey, you know what? Look at this.
Check out this rack of trophies.
Now, check out the lack of trophy.
Third one from the right was in the photo
but I don't see it in the room.
That's a good call.
Russ, why are you denying that you and Holly
- were involved in a 237? - Excuse me?
Officer down.
It didn't happen.
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This must be nostalgic for you.
You spent important formative years here on campus...
Enough. This is about work. That's all this is about.
No, it's not some opportunity for you to try to get to know me better,
- peel back my onion... - Russ.
Hey.
When I woke up this morning I thought I'd be launching spirit week,
not lining up grief counsellors.
Not in the principal's manual, is it?
It's good to see you, Russ.
It's good to see you too, Lydia.
Special Agent Milton Chamberlain.
And forgive me for being the third wheel here.
Sorry, it's just we haven't spoken since...
We actually... We came by to talk to Phil.
We figured he knew Zuransky better than anybody.
Could you hang back, just for a few minutes?
He's breaking the news to the team right now.
Sure.
And could you do me a favour, just...
Soften the edges a little bit?
Remember this is a school, with kids.
Me? I'm a teddy bear.
Yeah, right. Just play nice.
You dog. You had sex with her too, didn't you?
Font, when you were out, in that coma,
was there a light?
- I wasn't dead Funkhauser. - I know. But you were close there
for a minute. Was... No angels, no harp music?
I saw your grandfather. He told me to tell you to stop
asking stupid questions.
And to cut down on your cholesterol.
My grandfather's still alive.
So was I.
There was just nothing. I mean, I was in Milt's car,
and then I was in a hospital bed.
I didn't realise until Katrina told me
that an entire day had passed by in between.
It was like I didn't exist for a whole day.
I guess that's what being dead is.
Nothing.
Mrs Zuransky? I'm afraid we have some bad news.
- For Coach. - For Coach!
All right, get out of here.
Wally. I know, okay? Everything's gonna be all right.
Yo, Dunaway.
Agnew.
I almost didn't recognise you without the mullet.
That's a good one.
I almost didn't recognise you without my fist in your face.
Good one. You think it's appropriate?
Maybe not. But neither is making those kids play on Friday night,
using a murder as a motivation.
I told them I was gonna cancel the game.
The team voted to play.
Said that's what Coach would have wanted.
And you get to decide that because you're the new head coach?
Well, that's a pretty big promotion for a ham-and-egger like yourself.
What? Are you accusing me of this?
Hell, I loved that guy, and the old man only had
one or two more years left before his retirement.
His job would have been mine soon enough.
I didn't want it this way.
I'm Milt Chamberlain of the FBI.
We don't mean to accuse you of anything.
We just were wondering if Coach Zuransky
had any conflicts that you were aware of.
- Only one. With TDED - TDED?
- Touchdown Eddie Diamond. - Duncan.
Whatever.
Something is really wrong with that boy.
You dealt with him personally?
He would show up at the house in the middle of the night, screaming
outside our window, that my husband had to give him his job back.
He's the best player to ever come out of Valley.
He won us our only State Championship about 12 years ago.
Then he flamed out in college.
You know, went from being the town hero to village idiot.
Did he ever threaten violence?
He didn't have to.
I mean,
what sane person screams outside somebody's window
at 2:00 in the morning?
Coach took pity on him, hired him as an equipment manager.
Eddie couldn't even do that right.
He started screaming at the players, even punched a kid a few weeks back.
Coach had no choice but to let him go.
He would go outside and put his arm around Eddie, talk to him,
calm him down.
He was
always loyal to his players, no matter what.
Can you pull out one of those annoying office forms, 289B?
Sure, no problem.
Wait, 289B?
This is to report an interoffice romance.
- I know. - Who are you involved with?
Everyone here is married.
Not Russ.
You and Russ?
Yeah. Last night in the evidence locker, he really...
No. That wasn't me. That was you.
- You need the 289B. - How do you even know about that?
I had two cans of spray paint I needed to file into evidence.
Don't worry, I was only in there a couple of minutes.
- Minutes? - Don't freak out. Your secret's safe
if you guys aren't ready to go public yet.
Definitely not going public because it didn't mean anything.
It looked like it meant something to me.
Were those tears in your eyes?
Okay, look, the only reason I even threw myself at Russ
was because I needed one night of simple, no strings attached...
Look, I get it. You're protecting yourself
because you think Russ is gonna screw it up
and you don't...
You don't want to get hurt.
But Russ has wanted this for so long,
I think you should give him a chance.
He just might get it right.
Why'd you go after that assistant coach so hard?
Seems a bit of a stretch to think that he killed a guy for a promotion.
Yeah, well, he was a jerk back in high school,
which means he's a jerk today
because nothing ever changes.
You hold a grudge for 20 years? Something must have happened.
I don't hold grudges, I hold information, Milt.
Now, Dunaway,
he used to think it was cool to torment the little guy.
I told him I thought it'd be cooler if he picked on someone his own size.
So, he shoved me, I knocked him out.
Sounds like you won, so you could afford to be magnanimous.
Yeah.
I got kicked out of school for a week.
But they weren't gonna suspend him. No, no, no, no...
He was the high school quarterback.
He threw for five TD passes that night.
High school sports, it teaches you hypocrisy and entitlement.
It does sound like you were the aggressor.
You taking his side? Oh, yeah, no, I get it,
you were a high school quarterback, too.
No, I was a bowler.
There was no football in Tehran or Monaco so I played cricket.
And athletes don't just get things handed to them.
They work hard. They practise 20 hours a week.
You know, you might not have ever played the game
but you're still living that QB lifestyle, Milt.
Instead of a jersey, you wear a badge and you got your car
and your stupid haircut and you get the Mayor to call you
and assign you the leads on cases that you don't know anything about,
because nothing ever changes.
And who were you in high school, Russ?
Judd Nelson, class tough guy? Skatepunk? Auto shop?
Glee club?
When was the last time you saw your son?
I dunno, a couple of days ago.
He comes and goes.
We heard he was going through a hard time.
You could say that. When he was a kid, everyone in town
wanted his autograph, but when he wasn't a football player any more,
they wanted nothing to do with him.
You notice any changes in his behaviour recently?
He become agitated?
His behaviour changed when he was cut from his college team.
He came home after his freshman year.
- He was different. - How different?
What's this really about? The coach?
You think Eddie killed him.
Did you know he's been showing up outside Coach Zuransky's house
in the middle of the night?
When he goes away for a few days, do you know where he goes?
Here and there.
But he always ends up at Gilroy's.
Yeah, Eddie was here last night.
- Did he stay till closing? - No, he left around 10:00.
- Why? - Just trying to establish a timeline.
Timeline? Is this about Coach Zuransky?
You guys think Eddie did that?
Too early to point any fingers.
You know, he was a bit agitated last night,
was going on about getting fired from that job,
how it's so unfair...
Sorry. We back up onto the railroad track.
How far are we from the Harper's Lane Crossing?
Not too far, a couple miles up the road.
That's walking distance.
Thank you.
I think I just ID'd my John Doe.
Solved two cases at once.
So, here's my thinking.
Eddie goes to the coach's office to ask for his old job back.
Coach says no, Eddie forgets everything he learned
in anger management class and grabs the nearest trophy.
Where's Milt?
He's upstairs. Why?
Maybe he wants to hear your line of thinking.
Maybe you just want to stare at his ass.
I'm not getting Milt until I know I'm right.
You're definitely right. Time to get Milt.
You haven't heard the rest of my theory.
I'm sure it's brilliant. Milt-time.
So, Eddie's freaked out, right? And he decides he's gonna
walk over to his favourite bar, calm down,
have a couple of drinks. But then guilt takes over.
And at 10:55, he makes an infinite walk down the tracks.
- Damn. - What?
Eddie's not my John Doe?
Eddie is your John Doe. But based on rectal temperature,
decomp, and stomach contents, the coach here didn't die
until at least two hours after that.
At least I solved one case.
Yeah. Great news for you.
But we still have a murderer out there
and I'm still Milt-less.
Nothing like coffee and donuts
and telling a guy his son's dead.
So, our only suspect is no longer a suspect.
Means we got squat.
Or maybe we're just looking in the wrong place.
We got a coach and his star player that die hours apart.
You think it's just some sort of coincidence?
What if we're investigating one murder
and we should be investigating two?
According to the train engineer, it was clearly a suicide.
He just stood on the tracks despite the horn.
Eddie was definitely not murdered.
Coach's wife said that the Coach and Eddie
were in an anger management group,
so, even if Eddie didn't do it, doesn't mean that somebody else
- with anger problems didn't. - I don't think it's that.
Coach Zuransky benched his star quarterback
after he threw three interceptions in last Friday night's game.
You went to Friday night's game?
Who'd you go with?
I go to every game along with about 100 other Valley High alum
who don't think football is stupid.
Okay, Holly, please, go ahead.
It was a really big game against Harper Creek.
There were college scouts in the stands.
So, I'm sure Wally Stanton, that's the quarterback,
was pretty angry to not have the chance to redeem himself
in the second half.
An angry athlete taken out of the spotlight,
possibly losing his dream of playing college ball?
That's... That's a solid motive.
Milt, you were a quarterback, right?
No, Milt wasn't a quarterback. Why would you assume that?
I did compete in high school athletics, yes.
Yeah, maybe you could talk to him.
Right? Like relate to him on that level, get him to open up.
That's a great idea.
Good.
So, you threw three interceptions.
It happens.
It was the worst game of my life.
I threw five once, my senior year.
But the coach still kept me in.
Told me to play through it.
Said that the team trusted me
and he didn't want to undermine me as their leader.
Well, I'm not a leader.
Not any more.
That would have made me pretty angry.
Getting undercut like that in front of all my teammates,
in front of all those scouts.
I wasn't angry at all.
Because...
I threw those three interceptions on purpose.
I didn't want the scouts to think I was any good
'cause I don't want to play college football.
That's a lot of hours to put into something you don't want.
It's not what I want. It's what my father wants.
He wants me to be a quarterback at his alma mater,
but they don't even have a pre-med programme.
So, you tanked the game?
Wouldn't it have been easier just to tell your old man the truth?
My dad?
No way.
If I ever told him the truth, he'd probably kill me.
They said the FBI was here.
What's this about?
Agent Milton Chamberlain, how are you?
I just spoke with your son over at the high school.
And I heard that you were pretty upset
about the game last Friday night.
Which led me to finding this video.
You don't think...
Why don't you tell me what I should think?
I'm not guilty of murder. You can see in the video, I don't get violent.
Well, you have every right to expect more from the coach.
Your son's his star.
And you, you gave more money than anyone to the football programme.
Look,
football was good to me, okay? I played for Valley.
Coach Zuransky was my coach.
He helped make me what I am today.
Frankly, I was happy to subsidise
the measly salary the school paid him.
Wait, are you telling me that the coach took money
from the football programme's fund to supplement his own income?
That's not legal.
Could have gone up his nose for all I care.
He was a good coach and that's all I gave a damn about.
Okay. Thank you.
And you should talk to your son.
Whatever you're doing can wait. Holly's getting ready to leave.
You just hung up on someone with a serious anger management problem.
You'll call them back, after you walk Holly out.
Why would I do that?
Because that's what civilised people do
after engaging in carnal relations.
- She told you? - No, the mole on your butt told me.
Next time pick someplace private.
There's not going to be a next time.
She said she wants to keep things "the same" between us.
And you believe her?
- She tell you something different? - She didn't have to.
I know what she's doing because I've pulled
that same move myself. She's being a lady.
She's letting you off the hook because she thinks
that that's what you want. But the gentlemanly thing to do
is to not let her let you off the hook.
Go catch her, ask her to a proper dinner, tonight.
- Hey, Hol. - Hey. Are you heading out?
Yeah. I know what you were saying the other morning
about, about us just being friends.
But I dunno, I don't think it's such a bad idea if things
would be a little bit different. You know?
Maybe we could at least have dinner together, sometime.
I don't want that.
I mean, I do want that. I want that a lot.
But it won't last.
Look, I know sometimes I screw things up...
- No, it's... - But this is...
It's not that.
I found out the other night after... Us... that I got into law school.
Right. Congratulations.
Yeah, it's in Indiana.
So, I didn't let you off the hook to be polite.
I let you off the hook 'cause I'm leaving.
I'm giving Guz my notice.
I think it would be a mistake to start anything.
I think if we just stay friends, it'll hurt a lot less when I leave.
It'll be easier this way.
Makes sense.
So, I also checked with Principal Conrad and it turns out
that the quarterback's dad was telling the truth.
She looked into the football team's booster account
and found that none of the money raised
was actually spent on the programme.
So Coach Zuransky was diverting funds.
Well, none of the money was ever transferred from the booster account
into his personal account. But I did find a series
of ATM withdrawals, starting over the summer
and ending just before the coach was killed
that amounted to over $8,000.
Maybe the coach had gambling debts.
- Or got mixed up in drugs. - No way, not Zuransky.
Two cakes in one week?
This is the greatest job in the history of jobs.
- What's the occasion? - She is.
Holly?
I thought your birthday was May 15th.
It is, yeah. Russ, what are you doing?
Just sharing the good news.
Holly got accepted to law school.
- Hey! - That's awesome! Congrats, girl.
Russ, you know I hadn't given my notice yet.
I guess I forgot.
I just, kinda, I wanted to talk to everybody myself.
Yeah, well, now you don't have to.
It's easier this way.
What? I'm happy for her. All right?
Hey, maybe Coach Zuransky was keeping a girlfriend.
That's expensive, you gotta rent the apartment,
set up cable and phone,
and then they want a car...
No... I'm not.
I think that we should talk to Zuransky's wife one more time.
See what she knows about the money.
Russ, come on.
It's really good to see you again, Mrs Z.
I'm just sorry it had to be under such awful circumstances.
I didn't realise you two knew each other.
My husband wasn't the only one who taught at Valley High.
I was an English teacher for nearly 30 years.
Taught Russell here.
We need to ask you a few questions about your husband.
It turned out he was taking quite a bit of money
out of the football programme.
Do you have any idea what he did with it?
No, I never knew anything about that.
Did he make any large purchases recently?
Surprise you with a diamond? New car?
Was he supporting anyone financially?
Maybe took on a second apartment?
Not that I know of.
Did he gamble?
Richard? Never.
He abhorred the whole idea of it.
He'd go on and on about how gambling
runs counter to the whole idea of sport.
It's okay to lose as long as you played with honour.
Right, Russell?
It's like in that poem you once wrote, about honour.
I...
I wrote a poem about honour?
Well, superficially, it was about your pet bird.
What was his name again?
Charlie.
So, that's what you were in high school, the poet.
No Milt, I wasn't the poet.
Russell was such a sensitive young man.
Wrote free verse that reminded me of Whitman.
Although he would always try and shock me
by using explicit descriptions of women's...
I really don't think that Milt wants to hear any of that.
No, I would love to hear about the depths of your soul.
In fact, I would love to read any of Russell's words if...
It's possible I still have some.
I make a point of saving my most gifted students' work.
No, that's okay...
- Really, you don't have to do that. - No, that would be great. Thank you.
I got a text from Principal Conrad.
You write any poems about her, or her lady parts?
That's funny. Just shut up and read it to me, please.
Somebody made a cash withdrawal from Coach Zuransky's booster account
this morning.
Thanks for your help.
Anything?
Put the anger management lead to bed.
All the people in that group have rock-solid alibis.
Yeah, same with the QB's dad.
- He literally lives at work. - Really? Literally literally?
Yeah, he got divorced, never bothered getting an apartment
'cause he had 100 beds he could sleep on.
Video surveillance showed him spooning a body pillow
the night Coach was killed.
I printed this out for you.
It's a list of miracles, confirmed by the Vatican.
Thanks?
When we spoke last,
you said something about death and there was nothing.
I haven't slept since you said that.
Why do you care what I believe?
If we die and there's nothing,
no loved ones, no Shaylene...
I can't live like that.
I just need to know there's more out there.
Would you feel better if I lied to you?
No, I'd feel better if you read the article.
Maybe you'll reconsider what you experienced.
Fine.
In the meantime, if I see Jesus in my French toast,
I'll keep you posted.
Okay.
The ATM cams are all digital now,
but I'm having our IT guy download the footage
so you can keep it as evidence.
- I'll go grab it now. - Thank you.
- What? - Lydia again.
We had coffee this morning.
For what?
Just to talk about the case, and you.
She confirmed that you were high school sweethearts.
Congratulations.
And she said that you two both planned on going
to the University of Michigan and getting a place together.
That's a big step for young kids.
Yeah, well. That didn't work out.
Yeah, I know, because you didn't get in.
No shame. It's a numbers game.
I'm sure your poetry was just as good as any other applicant's.
And she said that you two stayed in a long distance relationship
for about a year.
So, maybe you and Holly might...
Long distance relationships don't work out, Milt.
Absence, it makes the heart grow fonder...
Of someone else.
Got your footage.
Really hope this helps you catch whoever did this to Coach Zuransky.
That's my sixth sense. I can tell when someone's dirty.
Hello? I've got a game to coach.
How long are you planning on holding me?
You can get life for murder. So...
Lifelong?
- I didn't kill anyone. - Sit down.
Sit down.
If you didn't kill anyone then what did you do with all the money
that you stole from the football programme?
I didn't steal it, I had legitimate access to that account.
And yet you felt the need to withdraw the money as cash,
to do something illegitimate.
What's your vice, Phil? Drugs, hookers, gambling?
You don't wanna tell me.
That doesn't really matter. You know what matters?
What matters is that you were doing something
that you didn't want to get caught doing,
and Zuransky, he caught you doing it,
- and he was gonna blow the whistle. - No...
So, you grabbed the nearest trophy off the shelf
and you caved his head in.
I shouldn't be surprised. You were a terrible student.
Why would you be a good detective?
Good enough to find proof of embezzlement.
Good enough to keep your pasty ass sitting in that chair
until long after the game is over.
And Valley loses and the whole town hates you.
You think I give a rat's ass who hates me?
I wasn't using it for drugs,
or hookers, or anything like that. Okay?
I was buying grades.
And that cost you eight grand?
You know how strict Zuransky was.
I mean, he would suspend players,
or kick them off the team if they didn't keep their GPAs up.
That's why we were losing. I just wanted to win.
Fixing grades may not be moral,
but I'm pretty sure it's not against the law.
Yeah, it's nice that you've rationalised all of this.
But it doesn't change the fact that Zuransky still could have
caught you doing it and that you needed to shut him up.
Over what, an academic scandal? In high school?
The worst I would get would be a slap on the wrist.
It was no big deal, Russ.
I was getting Ds up to Cs.
Go.
Big thanks to the band.
And thanks to everyone for showing up tonight.
I know it's been an emotional week for all of us.
We lost two legendary members of our football family.
Richard Zuransky was the head football coach
at this school for over 30 years.
He was my coach.
- Where's your school colours? - Working.
It's impossible not to think of the man pacing up and down
- the sidelines... - But during our investigation,
we found out that Dunaway was stealing money
from the school booster fund and paying for grades.
I know you've never really liked him...
I've got several teachers that will confirm that.
Look, you have...
You have football players that don't deserve to be on the field.
You got a coach that definitely should not be on the sideline.
Could you do me a favour, Russ?
Could you not give me that folder?
At least not yet.
Do you really want a bunch of cheaters representing your school?
If Valley wins this game,
we'll go through to the regional playoffs.
This is the most excitement
our school has seen in almost 10 years.
- It's only a game, Lydia. - Right now, with what's happened?
The kids really need this game.
My husband loved nothing more than this school,
and that field, and Friday nights.
So, that the guy I lost out to? The guy in Ann Arbor?
It's funny, I pictured him to be a little bit bigger.
I met him long after you and I had broken up.
That's not how I remember it.
You didn't lose out to anybody, Russ.
Our relationship didn't fall apart because of distance.
We fell apart because we were too busy fighting for other things.
And we both got those things.
Maybe if we'd fought for each other...
...his father Larry to say a few words.
Thank you, Coach.
Football was one of the great successes in my son's life.
He also had some struggles.
When I found out he'd passed that night...
The last thing any parent wants to do...
Gotta go.
...is outlive their child.
Seeing you all here, tonight...
When Larry Duncan made his speech at the bonfire,
he talked about how he felt the night he found out his son had passed.
- He said "that night." - But I didn't notify him
about Eddie's suicide until after Meredith
confirmed the ID at the morgue, the next morning.
He could have been talking about the night his son died
and not the morning he found out.
Or, he found out about Eddie's suicide because...
Dash cam footage from the night Eddie Duncan decided
he was gonna try and tackle a train.
You were at the train tracks that night.
You saw your son's mutilated body, then you snapped.
No, you told me. Until then, I thought he was out on one of his...
Please, stop lying.
We have video of you at the train tracks.
And you hated Coach Zuransky.
He fired your son from his job,
the one that kept him around football.
The only thing that made him happy.
Hey, football didn't make him happy. Football made him crazy.
Made him crazy? How?
Back in high school, Eddie wasn't just a football star.
He was a smart kid, smart as a whip.
I was so glad that football was gonna pay for his college
'cause he would... He would take that education
and he would do something with it.
But then he got knocked out catching a pass over the middle.
And I remember the way he was laying there at midfield,
his hands reaching up in the air towards nothing.
Yeah, I remember that game. I was there.
Yeah. Coach Zuransky, he gave him some smelling salts
and put him right back in.
A couple games later, it happened again, then again.
I begged Coach, just give him a rest.
But he said that Eddie was just getting his bell rung.
You saw signs that Eddie's mind was being affected
all the way back in high school?
Said he couldn't remember things, and started seeing...
Lights, and hearing bells.
So, I told him he had to hang his cleats up.
But Coach Zuransky
told him that he would be letting his team down.
And all Eddie wanted to do was please his coach.
He said
that he would move out if I didn't let him play.
I mean, I know I should've...
Tell me what happened the night of the train accident.
I...
Went to pick Eddie up at Gilroy's bar, 'cause
that's what I did every night before I went to bed.
When they said he left, I drove around looking for him.
And then I saw the train.
And all those lights.
And I just knew.
Coach Zuransky sending my son back into those games
was all I could think about.
He killed my boy.
- Roll Thunder! - Roll Thunder!
Hey, hey, hey. Workin' over here.
Will you come on? Valley High won last night.
Niblet told me, and I'm exhausted from dancing on top of my desk...
You should be happy,
and not just because our beloved alma mater won
- but because we also won our bets. - It's true.
First person to say anything gets sat on.
Yes!
You people do realise that Valley High,
they're a bunch of cheaters.
Therefore, all bets are off.
- It's football, man. - It's football, everyone cheats.
Yeah, lighten up, Russ. I mean,
I don't have to know how the sausage is made as long as it tastes good
'cause sausage tastes good.
Football tastes good too, metaphorically.
Sausage, that's what I feel like.
Hey, hey, Holly, Holly.
- You got Milt's mail there? - Yeah.
Did you come all the way out here to ask me that?
No.
I just, I want to apologise to you.
That cake stunt.
And I wanted to... I wanted to say that I'm sorry for lying to you.
When?
When I told you I was happy for you.
Before...
I think it's really great. I really do, Holly.
Everything but...
I'm not happy.
What you said earlier about not wanting to start something new
because it'll be easier for us,
it'll hurt less...
Well, that's true.
But screw that.
We can make a long distance relationship work.
We've just gotta fight for it.
Would you do that with me?
Why?
Niblet caught a B and E and he took off.
He said that you won the lobster bet dinner thing.
He also said that you would be
boiling these little suckers all night long by yourself
and I thought maybe I could help you out,
if you wanted me to.
Russ actually looks happy.
There's our miracle.
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