[investigator] There'’s a guy in the hospital with a bullet in his head.
Who were the guys you were with?
The ones that started the fight.
[investigator 2] Witnesses saw you, Hernandez.
You need to talk.
[Meyer] Yeah, nice.
[knocks on door]
[assistant] They'’re ready for you, Mr. Meyer.
Can you--
Brush it.
Yeah, there you go.
Coach.
[photographer] Hey. Trophy looks great, Coach.
I'’ll have one for the other arm this time next year.
Yeah. I saw the incoming freshmen.
Cooper, Pouncey, uh, Cam Newton, Aaron Hernandez.
Best recruiting class in the country.
The country? [chuckles]
What the hell are you talking about?
That'’s the best recruiting class in college football history.
["Shakey Dog" playing]
♪ Yeah, what'’s the deal? What'’s the deal y'all?♪
♪ I need y'’all niggas To buckle up one time ♪
♪ Fasten your seat belts ♪
[players cheering]
♪ I'’ma take y'all On some real shit ♪
♪ Still the shit ♪
♪ Y'’all niggas know What time it is and shit ♪
♪ Y'’know what I mean? ♪
♪ It'’s real motherfuckin' shit ♪
- ♪ Yeah ♪ - ♪ You know? ♪
♪ Yo, making moves Back and forth uptown...♪
Want me to read that for you, rookie?
[players cheering, chattering]
[Maurkice] Fuck that dude.
Saw you in class. I'’m Mo. That's Cam.
- Hey, what'’s up? I'm Aaron. - [Maurkice] Hernandez, right?
That Mexican?
Man, shut the fuck up.
Mexicans don'’t play football, dumbass.
I'’m, uh, Puerto Rican and Italian.
[Maurkice] Italian?
Shit. That'’s tight.
You must be able to ball. Gators don'’t recruit up north.
- [players clamoring] - [player 1] Don'’t move.
Hey, you move, you'’re a fucking pussy.
[players chanting]
[player 2] Don'’t move. Don'’t move. Don't move.
[players] Do it! Do it!
[player 3] You gay, bro.
[players laughing, cheering] Do it! Do it!
What are you doing, bruh? All right. All right. You win.
[all cheering]
- [player 4 clucking] - [players cheering]
Hey! The fuck you looking at, faggot?
[players] Oh!
[player 2] It'’s on you.
[players clamoring]
[player 4] Hey.
- [players] Yeah! - [player 5] Put me down!
Put me down.
Yeah, boy.
Yeah, we'’ll see you outside.
♪ You on some Curly Moe, Larry shit ♪
♪ Straight parry shit Krispy Kreme ♪
♪ Cocaine, dead bodies Jail time you gonna carry it ♪
♪ Matter of fact All the cash, I'’ma carry it ♪
[music fades out]
Hey.
Hey, Coach. How you doing?
Go get warm.
- [whistles] - End zone! Let'’s go!
[players clamoring]
- [whistles blows] - [players grunt]
[players cheer]
[whistle blows]
[team cheers]
[whistle blows]
[Jamaal] Yeah! Get your ass up! Pussy! Let'’s go!
[Tebow] Come on, let'’s go. Take another one, bro.
[whistle blows]
[Aaron] Yo, back the fuck up.
Watch out, boy! Watch out, boy! Watch out! Watch out, boy!
[Aaron groans]
What'’s wrong, boy? They said they want more show, no?
Let'’s go, boy! Let's go! Let'’s go, boy!
[players clamoring]
[Tebow laughing]
[Aaron breathing heavily]
[Tebow] Hut!
[players clamoring]
[player 6] Get him out.
Holy shit, bro.
That'’s the guy I gotta beat out to fucking play?
Yeah, fam. Good luck with that.
[Meyer] Hernandez. Let'’s see what you got.
[whistle blows]
[Tebow] Hey, huddle!
[coach] All right. Come on. Let'’s go. We good!
Isn'’t this great, boys? Who'’s got it better than us?
Blue tight 35. Lead. Kill the trio.
Tough. Sixty-four snake on one.
- Ready? Break! - [all] Break!
- [player 7] Come on. Come on. - [player 8] Yeah, I got two'’s going right!
Going right!
[Tebow] Hey, Mike 51. Mike 51.
- Tebow, Tebow. - [player 2] In there tight.
[Brandon] Boo!
[player 4] I'’m in here. I'’m in here.
[Tebow] Hey. Hey. Kill. Kill.
[player 5] Hey. Hey, tap 5-3. Tap 5-3.
- [player 6] Motion, motion, motion! - [Tebow] 1-20. Hut!
- [whistle blows] - [players groaning]
Hernandez, do you know who that is?
Yeah, that'’s, uh, the quarterback.
What'’s his name?
- It'’s Tim Tebow. - [Meyer] Heisman front-runner Tim Tebow.
Are you trying to get him killed?
My bad. I just--
- I thought it was a four route. - [Meyer] Four?
Even though the play called for blue tight?
Have you studied the playbook?
- Yeah. - You have?
Yeah, I mean, a little bit. I just got it.
I brought you down here to learn the fucking offense.
What do you have to do that'’s more important?
What am I speaking? Greek?
I'’m not sure, sir. I don'’t know any Greek.
- Run. Run right the fuck now. - [players chuckling]
And keep running until I tell you to stop
or your balls fall off.
- Whichever comes first. - Yeah. Okay.
[Meyer] Run!
- [phone ringing] - Yeah. It'’s all good.
[ringing stops]
- Aaron? - Hey, what'’s up, bro?
[DJ] Nothing, man. Just working out.
I'’ve been dying to hear from you.
How'’s spring practice going?
Oh, uh. Yeah, you know... [sighs]
It'’s good. It's good.
Doesn'’t sound so good.
Nah, man, you know, just, like,
everybody out here is like Randy Moss or Strahan or some shit.
Like, you should see the guy ahead of me, Ingram.
Like, he is a beast.
- So you gotta get better. - I know. I'’m trying.
It'’s just with school and--
Well, the playbook, it'’s-- it's a lot.
It'’s Florida. You wanted a challenge.
You should talk to Coach. He promised to take care of you.
Nah.
Nah, man. He already hates me.
He chewed me out in front of the whole team. [laughs]
You know, Coach Edsall would still love to have you here.
You'’d be a starter.
You there?
I didn'’t say I wanted to fucking leave and shit.
- I'’m just saying. - Dad taught me never to quit.
- All right, then man up. - I will.
Okay. I miss you. Love you. Talk soon--
- [knocking on door] - [Cam] Hello?
[Maurkice, Cam laughing]
Smell that shit down the hall.
Spray some Drakkar Noir up in here, bro.
[Mike] Let'’s go, Prince Charming. Get dressed.
O-line'’s taking us out.
- [Maurkice] Come, boy. Get dressed. - [Aaron] No, I think I'’m--
I think I'’m actually just gonna hang behind. Look at the playbook.
Don'’t even try to separate a boy from his fucking kiddie sheets.
What? You got sand in your coochie? Let'’s go.
He probably tired from running all them laps. [laughs]
- [Maurkice, Mike] Oh... - Oh, shit. My man didn'’t like that.
Bro, you need to go out.
- [Mike] Come on, bruh. - [Maurkice] Yo, man. Let'’s go.
- [Mike] Let'’s go, playboy. - [Cam] Let'’s get it.
- [all chuckle] - [Maurkice] Let'’s go.
["Party Up [Up In Here]" playing]
[revelers cheering]
[laughing]
[cheering continues]
- [Cam] All right, boys. All right. - [glass clinking]
Here'’s to courage. Here'’s to honor.
If you can'’t come in her, come on her!
[all laughing]
Bruh, Ingram told me
he hasn'’t paid for a drink in, like, three years.
- You good, boy. - [Maurkice] Come on, bruh.
- [Cam] Get it now. [laughs] - [Maurkice] All right.
All right. Okay, damn.
[bartender] From the girl at the end of the bar.
[Cam] Attaboy! Yeah!
[howling]
- Whoo! - [Mike] Yes, sir. Yeah!
Okay!
- [Maurkice] Put some hair on your chest. - [laughs]
[Maurkice] Look at that motherfucker.
Soda in one hand, Bible in the other.
Looks like he immune to pussy.
- What a waste. - I know, right?
- Fag? - Him? No.
No fucking way.
If Tebow ain'’t no fag, then who is?
Um--
That guy. Definitely.
- Bartender? - [Aaron] Mm-hmm.
- How you know? - You know, look at him.
- He do got some faggot-ass shoes. [laughs] - [laughing]
[Maurkice] Let'’s go to Krystal's.
Yep! Krystal'’s!
[bartender] Hey. Twelve bucks.
- Me? - Yeah, you.
Uh, no. Somebody sent over those drinks.
[bartender] Nah, bro. Nobody paid for '’em.
Two shots, 12 bucks.
[Aaron chuckles]
Nah, players don'’t pay, bro.
Fucking asshole.
- What did you say? - You douchebags think you own the place.
- Do you even fucking play? - He'’s seen you at practice, bro.
- Just pay the fucking tab, Chico. - Chico?
[Maurkice] Damn, Aaron. You gonna let Shoes talk to you like that?
[patrons gasp]
[Maurkice] Bro. Hey. Hey. Hey.
[Tebow] Hey, hey. Hey, Aaron. Aaron. Aaron.
- [siren wails] - [Tebow] No, I-- I totally understand.
Thank you so much. I really appreciate it.
How you doing, man?
[Tebow] Good to see you.
Thanks. Take care.
Paul, how are you?
[Paul] I appreciate you doing this, I really do.
[lawyer] Good to see you.
Aaron.
Huntley Johnson, Esquire.
What do you say we, uh, get you out of here, huh?
Come on. Let'’s get him on his feet. Up you go.
There you go. That'’s it.
- [handcuffs unclasping] - [Huntley] Good.
It'’s gonna be all right. There you go. Have a seat in the car.
Paul, thank you, buddy. We'’ll see you, all right?
- [Paul] Yeah. - [Huntley] Let'’s hop in the front.
- Mr. Johnson, you'’re a lawyer? - I am.
I'’m also a fan.
Uh, a fan who can be of service from time to time.
Have a seat. And, uh, call me Huntley.
Um...
I'’m...
- I don'’t know what came over me. - I know.
- I'’m-- I'm so sorry. - Hey, it'’s okay. It's-- Aaron.
It'’s fine.
You seem like a pretty good kid.
And you'’re sure as hell not the first player
to get himself in trouble.
If I impress nothing else on you in these early morning hours,
which I refer to as the "danger zone," it'’s this:
For ballplayers, there are pitfalls everywhere.
Every room, eyes follow. Every stranger, a pal.
[chuckles] Every woman...
[laughs]
Look, the harsh reality is
that someone in your position has more enemies than friends.
And you need to be prepared.
[phone ringing]
Oh. That'’s them right now.
- [picks up phone] - Hang on.
Monica.
Uh, yes.
[stammers] I'’m with him right now. And he'’s very sorry.
Really?
Oh, that'’s great.
That'’s great.
Yeah. Hey. Hey, as a token of our gratitude,
how about some sideline seats? Uh--
Ole Miss?
Ye-- Hey, done.
- Great. All right. - [hangs up]
- They'’re not gonna press charges. - What? [chuckling]
- [Huntley laughing] - Really?
Yeah, that prick bartender is from Jackson. Fuck him!
[Aaron laughing]
We worked it out.
Wow, I--
I-- I don'’t know what to say.
Mr. Johnson, thank you.
Listen, just control that temper, all right?
Hey, unless it'’s against Georgia.
- [chuckles] - [slaps back]
[Aaron laughs]
Well, you will not see me here again.
[Huntley chuckles]
Uh--
Thanks.
Um...
Does Coach know?
[doorbell ding-dongs]
You must be Aaron. [chuckles]
- Yeah. - Welcome.
Um, do you want me to, like, take my shoes off or anything?
[chuckles] That'’s very sweet, but not necessary.
Come on in. [chuckles]
[door shuts]
[Meyer] Aaron, will you say grace?
Me?
Uh, I don'’t-- I don't really--
I got you covered.
Bless us, O Lord, for these thy gifts
which we are about to receive from thy bounty,
- through Christ, our Lord. - [giggles]
- Amen. - [Shelley] Amen.
- [Aaron] Amen. - [Meyer] Nate.
You know, Aaron, we go every Sunday to Queen of Peace
if you ever wanna join.
[Meyer] Yeah, you should join us.
You were raised Catholic, isn'’t that right?
Yes. Yes, sir.
Uh, I haven'’t been to church in a while though. Not since--
Uh, for my dad.
[Meyer clears throat]
Of course. And my condolences.
Aaron'’s old man was a heck of a college ballplayer too.
- Is that right? - Yeah. Yes, ma'’am.
- Uh, he was a star at UConn. - [Shelley] Oh.
- Made me who I am. - [Shelley] Hmm.
[Meyer] My dad too. Strict as heck.
I struck out once, looking,
final out of a Little League playoff game.
He made me walk home.
- Ten miles. - [Shelly laughs]
- [Aaron chuckles] - [Meyer] But I tell you what,
I never struck out looking again.
Thank you.
Thanks for coming by tonight.
I wanted us to talk.
- Yeah, Coach, about the other night-- - What would your dad say
about you getting into trouble your first month in Florida?
- He wouldn'’t be psyched. - Probably not, right?
Especially after what happened to him at UConn.
That...
- That wasn'’t his fault. - A cop was killed. Isn'’t that right?
- It wasn'’t his fault. He was on lookout. - During a robbery or something?
But he got kicked off that team.
He never played again.
That was his moment.
His chance.
I don'’t wanna see that happen to you.
He wouldn'’t want that.
It won'’t.
I hope not.
You'’re better than that.
And no offense, but as a player,
you'’re better than him.
You'’re that rare combination of speed and strength
that I don'’t see very often.
Now, when the season starts,
I want you to use those hands God gave you,
those legs God gave you.
Not to knock some idiot around in a bar,
but to beat the piss out of your opponent.
- I know. - Not just beat.
Fucking dominate, every single play.
You wanna get on the field? What will you do when you get your chance?
- Say it. - Dominate.
Louder.
- Dominate! - When you imagine your future,
where is it? Back in Bristol?
- No. - No.
Your family is in Gainesville now.
- And after Gainesville? - The League.
- The Canadian League? - The NFL.
Ah! That'’s right. The NF-fucking-L.
[Aaron panting]
Would you look at that?
[phone ringing]
Coach, Huntley calling.
Huntley, whatever it is, can you handle it?
I'’m in the middle here.
[Armistead] "Just after 3:00 a.m.,
Mr. Joiner broke into the impound lot
and stole the vehicle."
This is the captain of your team.
I know who the captain is. Thanks.
[Armistead] You heard that the owner of the impound lot
was receiving death threats?
Gator fans do love their team. [laughs]
[Foley] This isn'’t funny, Coach.
Homecoming is coming up. The Booster Club is concerned.
[Armistead] Do you have any idea what we bring in
from those three days?
It pays for those private jets you use to recruit your players.
I'’ve got it under control.
Do you?
Huntley, how many arrests this month?
Five, I believe.
This is what brought down the U.
We'’re not the fucking U.
They were hooligans.
We have damn near a hundred kids.
Kids make mistakes. That'’s what Huntley's for.
Then how are they gonna learn from their mistakes?
Now you wanna tell me how to handle my players?
[Foley] No, we'’re not.
And we understand that they can'’t all be Tim Tebow.
What I think Mr. Bennet is saying is that
the season is about to start.
Let'’s do everything we can to make good headlines.
I tell you what.
Wait till you see this team.
They'’re killers,
and they'’re ready to show the world.
- [distant crowd roaring] - [fan screaming]
[players chanting]
[Tebow] Let'’s go!
[announcer 1] Welcome to the Swamp...
- [players cheering, shouting] - ...where only Gators get out alive.
Make some noise as we prepare for kickoff.
[crowd roaring]
[announcer 2] Well, it certainly is the perfect day
for the season opener.
And the Gators will look to start strong
against the Western Kentucky Hilltoppers.
[announcer 3] Ingram with another catch.
Tebow looking to the outside.
- And he'’s got Ingram again. - [whistle blows]
[announcer 3] That'’ll be another Gator'’s first down.
Hernandez, give Ingram a breather.
- [Rainey] Let'’s get it, boy. - Let'’s go, baby. 81, here we go, baby.
[announcer 3] Coming in at tight end number 81,
Aaron Hernandez.
[announcer 2] Yep. This is Hernandez'’s first game as a Gator.
[Tebow] Got blue top fly, 35 cross.
- On one. Ready, break! - [all] Break!
[opposing team] Break!
- [Tebow] Hut! - [crowd cheering]
[announcer 3] Tebow with the pitch to James...
Huge block by Hernandez.
Opens up a hole for a 15-yard pickup.
- First down for Florida. - Hernandez.
Yeah?
Hell of a job in there.
That'’s how you do it.
- Thanks, Coach. - Yeah.
[partygoers] Chug! Chug! Chug! Chug! Chug! Chug! Chug!
Chug! Chug! Chug! Chug! Chug! Chug!
- [all cheering] - Whoo!
Yo, y'’all forget something?
Yo, boy.
Move, move, move, move. Out the way.
["Drop It Like It'’s Hot" playing over speakers]
[all cheering]
- [Mike] Chico. - Wait, what?
Back up, back up. I can do that shit.
- Watch this. - Go.
[crowd] Oh.
- [partyer] What the fuck. Hey. - Hey.
Hey, hey, hey.
- You good? - [groans]
I fucking love you guys, man.
[Aaron laughing]
No homo, bruh.
- No homo. - [partyers chanting] Chug!
Chug! Chug! Chug! Chug! Chug! Chug!
[partyers] Oh!
I guess we'’re all just gonna have to take '’em off.
Shirts are gay. Shirts are gay!
[all] Shirts are gay!
Shirts are gay!
[all cheering]
[chattering]
Hey, I know you.
I know you from my... from my plants and shit class.
Hey. I'’m not sure that's the course title, but yeah.
Yeah.
Did you see the game today?
There was a game today?
[both chuckle]
You seen a chick with purple hair? I got some weed for her.
Nah. But come chill with us. We'’ll smoke it.
No, thanks. I think I'’d rather have the cash.
See you in class.
- My boy. - Yeah.
- You know what I got, baby. - Chico! Let'’s go, my boy.
Let'’s go, Chico. Yes, sir.
[Mike] Glasses, I like those.
Chico, Chico, Chico!
[party music playing]
[panting]
[partner moans]
[panting]
- [breathing heavily] - [person moaning through computer]
- [breathing shakily] - [notification dings]
[panting]
[breathing heavily, grunts]
[grunts, panting]
[typing]
[notification dings]
[laptop closes]
- [whistle blows] - [player 7] Ready? Break!
[players chattering]
- [player 8] Y'’all got time. - [Aaron] Hey, man.
- Bro, our time will come. Chill. - [player 9] Stay ready!
[Cam] Man, that'’s easy for you to say.
At least you get reps at practice.
I ain'’t got in once, man.
- It'’s bullshit. - Hut!
[grunts] Oh, Fuck!
[Ingram] Oh, no, man. It'’s fucked! Aw. [groaning]
- Hey, hey, hey, hey. - What'’s up, man?
- What you do? - What happened? Oh, no.
Move it down ten.
[Tebow] Come on. Move, move.
- Now! Run it again. - [player 9] You heard him.
[Tebow] All right. Come on, guys. Come on. Hustle up.
Hernandez, in there.
[players shouting, chattering]
[Tebow] All right, huddle up.
All right, blue tough, 50 T-bender, X-Cali.
- On one. Ready, break! - [all] Break!
[opposing team] Ready, break!
- Come on, come on. - Watch out, watch out.
Hey, I got tight. I got tight.
5-5-1.
- Ready, hut! - [player 10] Ready.
[grunts]
[teammates cheering]
[Aaron] I didn'’t want to get it like that.
I wanted to start because I'’m the best,
not because his knee died.
Yo, Chico, listen to me. For us, it'’s next man up.
You that man.
Now'’s your chance to take the job and never give it back.
Tebow blows out his knee, and he goes home to his mansion.
[scoffs] We ain'’t got that luxury,
so grab this like your life depends on it.
You can'’t afford not to.
[door opens]
Cam, cops are here. Looking for you.
- Oh, shit. Shit. - [Aaron] Cam, what'’d you do, bro?
What'’d you do? Steal that shit?
A computer? Really? If you gonna steal,
- make it a Porsche or something. - Shut up!
[knocking on door]
[officer] Police.
Cam Newton?
Uh.
Yeah, yeah. What'’s up?
[officer] Wanna come with us?
[door closes]
Damn. Oh, shit.
All right, we gotta call Huntley.
That motherfucker deserve a raise.
For real.
[audience cheering]
[commentator 1] Gators down by 14 to Auburn,
looking to claw their way out of this one.
Pressure.
Wow, right up the middle.
Pass is complete to Hernandez. Spins.
[Aaron grunts]
[commentator 1] And is down inside the 30.
Good for a first down, but time is ticking.
- [Aaron] Let'’s go! - [audience cheering]
[commentator 2] Tebow throws this one up for grabs,
and it'’s picked off.
[commentator 1] And the fourth-ranked Gators will go down at home.
And next week, they play number one LSU.
Pitch to Hernandez. Left side.
And hit hard.
[commentator 2] Tebow, heaves it deep.
Gonna be a jump ball. No!
Tigers win.
And a promising season has been sunk by two straight losses.
Where do Meyer and the Gators go from here?
[knocking on door]
- Yo! What'’s up? - [Aaron] Oh.
- [chuckling] Hey! Hey! Y'’all made it. - [yells]
Yo, how was the drive down from Bristol? Take long?
[Bo] Whew! Took about 40 menthols.
Would'’ve been here quicker,
but Ortiz here wanted to bang a lot lizard in Georgia.
[chuckles] Man, it wasn'’t even like that, man.
[Bo] Oh, okay. Whatever.
- Bam! - [Ortiz laughing] Oh!
Happy motherfucking birthday!
- Oh, my. - [Bo] Courtesy of Cousin Tanya.
[Ortiz laughs]
- Wow. Yeah. - [Bo] Whew.
We'’re gonna need it after the way we'’ve been playing.
- This for my birthday too? - [Bo] Oh, God.
Watch where you point that, brother.
["Roll it Up" playing]
♪ Yeah, yeah ♪
- [cheers] Dope-ass ride. - Perks of being a Gator.
[Bo] Ah.
Let'’s go.
What up? Yo, yo, yo.
- [Aaron] Hey. What up, homey? - [Mike] Yo, what up, bro?
- What up, boys? - [Aaron] These are my boys.
- Bo, Carlos. - Yo, yo, yo.
- [Bo] Yo, what'’s good, boys? - [Cam] Good.
Yo, the ref was on the take, bro.
Just say the word, we'’ll take those motherfuckers out.
You feel me?
- Nah, we good, bro. - Hey, I'’ma get the next round.
Where the fuck the waitress at?
Hey, waitress!
Yo, you wanna tell Bizzy Bone to chill the fuck out?
Damn, what'’s up, baby?
Ah, acting all stank and shit
like she got a gold pussy or something.
- The fuck you say? - I said eat a fat dick, bitch.
- What you gonna do? - Hey, hey.
Hey, you about to get stomped by some Gators, motherfucker.
- [Aaron] Come on. No, no, no. - [Bo] Fuck this dude.
It'’s all good.
- [bar patron grunts] - [all clamoring]
[bouncer] Hey, yo! Break it up. Break it up, man.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
- Sorry, guys. You guys good? - Yeah, we good.
- We straight? Yeah? - Yeah.
[Mike] Fuck! My chain.
Yo, y'’all see my shit?
Fuck!
Them motherfuckers snatched my shit.
Hell nah. Let'’s go get them fools.
Man, we don'’t let that shit slide where we from.
Bro, fuck all that. I'’m done fucking with you clowns.
[scoffs]
Who you talking to, blood?
Hey. Hey, come on. What the fuck?
We'’ll get him a new chain.
- [cheering from laptop] - [typing]
[sighs]
[cheering stops]
You'’re not fixing it tonight.
[phone ringing]
[phone beeps]
Yeah.
You gotta be fucking kidding me.
[news reporter] Two people have been shot.
The shooting happening just hours ago,
- with many people milling around. - [Meyer] Fuck me.
Gainesville police work to try to figure out
who shot them and why.
[investigator] There'’s a guy in the hospital with a bullet in his head.
Who were the guys you were with?
The ones that started the fight.
Don'’t look there. Look at me.
Witnesses saw you, Hernandez.
You need to talk.
[Aaron] I don'’t know shit.
They weren'’t fucking there. [stammers, sighs]
There'’s nothing left to say. I'’m taking him home.
You got nothing. Cut him loose.
[detective] Fucking disgrace.
What?
You got what you needed. He cooperated.
[detective] I'’m talking about the program.
Someone has to answer for this.
[President Machen] Hornsby, booked for throwing a man
onto the hood of a car.
Cunningham, beat up a clerk at a Jimmy John'’s--
- I know the list. - [President Machen] Cam Newton,
arrested for theft.
Richardson, assault.
Hernandez, questioned in a shooting.
- I get it. - Do you?
Twenty-one arrests in three years.
The football program is becoming a stain on the university.
Why are these players still on your team?
What do you suggest I do with them?
Send them home, make an example.
They go back to wherever they'’re from and then what?
They turn out better?
These kids need to channel their aggression
on the field, not off it.
And that'’s why I give them multiple chances.
I'’m sure they appreciate your altruism.
- [laughs] Oh, God. - [Foley] Urban.
The inmates are running the asylum.
You need to do something.
A guy like Hernandez has been in trouble a few times.
- Where are you going? - Would we even be having this conversation
if we were 8 and O?
[door opens]
Well, you'’re not!
[door closes]
Do what they'’re asking. Just cut the bad apples loose.
[sighs]
I can'’t.
I can'’t, Shelley.
- Urban. - This isn'’t Bowling Green. It'’s the SEC.
[stammers] I can'’t win without great players.
Oh. [sighs]
I watched Brandon Spikes
try to gouge a player'’s eye out on the field,
and I told him to wipe his hand off and get back out there,
because I need to win.
[grunts]
[breathes shakily] You like this house,
the cars, the jewelry, the private schools--
- Don'’t. - I'’m just saying.
If I don'’t win, it all goes away.
All of it.
[exhales] Fuck.
- [breathing heavily] - Urban.
[sighs, clears throat]
- Urban. - I'’m fine. I'm fine.
No, it is not-- No, you are not fine,
and I don'’t wanna listen to another word of it.
You gotta do something.
[breathes shakily]
[inhales, exhales]
I don'’t think it's working out.
You'’ve been in some trouble.
And considering your grades, uh,
- I have no choice but to-- - [Cam] Wait.
[scoffs]
You--
You'’re kicking me out?
[Meyer] I'’m just saying you might get more playing time elsewhere.
Coach, I--
[stammers] I made a mistake.
I mean, guys did way worse stuff than me on the team. Come on.
[sighs]
You know what?
Fuck you.
You'’re full of shit.
Whack-ass program.
Hernandez, get in here.
I cooked you dinner.
I had you at my family table.
And I was very, very clear with you
about getting into more trouble,
about making the same stupid mistakes that your dad made.
- Coach, I-- - Oh, shut up.
[sighs]
I'’m suspending you.
One game.
One...
Hawaii, start of next season.
It'’s important you understand
there are consequences for your actions.
Now, get outta here.
Yeah!
[fan 1] Hey, yo. It'’s Hernandez.
- [whistles] Hernandez! You'’re a god! - [car horn honking]
- Let'’s fucking go, baby! - Whoo!
- Whoo! Let'’s go! - [fans cheering]
[fan 2] You'’ve been doing great every game, man.
- You'’re killin' '’em all! - [laughing]
[turns off engine]
[chuckles]
[whispers] Your helmet.
[car approaching]
You okay?
Is there a motel around?
[hand brake released]
Sure.
[breathes shakily]
Whoa. [stammers] Where are you going?
- [engine revving] - [tires squeak]
[revving continues]