[music playing]
If that hits me,
you're gonna be running laps today.
Where's the ball.
Bag?
Up against the fence. Go, go, go, go.
All right, we got two teams, we need two captains.
Who wants to be captain?
All: Me! Me! Me!
A.J, get over here!
You're captain.
With that arm of course you are.
Who else?
All: Me! Me! Me!
- Ryan! - Oh yeah!
In yo' faces!
You're first, you're picking.
Give me Rigo.
Pace
Huddle up.
Who should we pick?
We're gonna pick Fred.
Ah man, you both suck.
Can either of you catch?
Menlo: Come on Ryan,
just pick already.
We only got 30 minutes to play.
Just pick, Ryan. Who cares.
All right, I pick her.
Mr. B, can I just not play?
Rosendo can be our cheerleader.
Shut up, A.J! I don't wanna be in your stupid team.
Whatever, last pick. My team is the winning team.
You can go find your team of losers.
- All right, let's play. - Let's play.
Whoa, whoa, you cannot just sit down, Rosendo.
This is Physical Education.
You play or you do laps.
Fine. I don't care.
Okay wise guy, five laps, walking. Go!
[mockingly] Ooh, big deal.
All right, that's five laps.
You can stop now. You can join--
Whah!
All right, leave the kid alone. Leave the kid alone.
He's actually pretty fast.
Whatever. I'm faster.
Oh, you think so?
I don't wanna race.
This is just a friendly foot race.
Who wants to see who's the fastest?
All: Me!
You're gonna go to the fence and back.
Winner gets a Gatorade.
Lexi, you're starting the race.
Ready...
Look! They're racing!
[cheering]
Lexi: Set...
Go!
Defense, let's go. Hussle off the field.
Good job. Good job.
What was that bullshit out there, Juarez?
I swear, you miss another tackle like that
I'll have you running laps
in hundred degree weather again.
And you can forget about getting this inhaler back.
You look like a frickin' retard with this thing.
Offense, get in there.
Montoya!
Let's go, hustle up!
Ready!
Announcer: Touchdown Vikings!
Number 23 Rigo Chavez!
That was a 27-yard pass by A.J. Montoya!
All right Vikes, on the count of three we're gonna do the wave!
One, two, three!
All right guys,
let's get the hell outta here.
Later.
Cuong!
[speaking Spanish] What's up?
You guys leaving already? It's not even half-time.
Dude, like we're really here to watch the game.
We're gonna go decorating tonight.
A dickhead's car, maybe some trees.
You guys are agents of karma, man.
Let's roll.
No one throws toilet roll like you.
I'm just waiting for some fools that owe me money.
I mean, you guys handle tonight.
Oh, and kick ass at the race tomorrow, man.
- So you're not going? - For what?
I'm not even racing.
Well, the coach still wants you to be there
even if you're ineligible.
Anyway, I think I see them.
I'll catch you vatos later.
Think about it, bro.
Guys, let me get some of those nachs.
A.J, that was awesome!
That pass... wow!
Hey Jimmy, go uh...
just go away, will ya, for a sec?
And tie your friggin' shoes, will ya?
That Jimmy, he's so clueless isn't he?
Anyway, you're doing great, A.J.
Let's work it up the middle and give Rigo his good runs.
Let's hit this sorry ass team from all directions, huh?
- I'm with it, Coach. - All right.
This is it.
Pass me something.
- Boo-ya! - Touchdown! Number 45...
In yo face, in yo face!
Woo!
I was like, I was like... That's right!
Let's go! Let's go!
Did y'all see my touchdown? I was like, ah...
I didn't think you were gonna catch that.
I give you props on that one.
I didn't think you were gonna catch that.
Hey.
Dude, your car.
Hey, what the--
- Hey, come on, man! - [laughter]
Hey, don't laugh.
This is the second time already.
Is that...
Is that a condom?
Ugh! Oh, dude. Ugh!
[music playing]
You gotta come over to my house after practice this week.
My dad's gonna be of town for work.
Ah, you know, ah,
we're getting out of practice late these days,
and by then I'm spent.
Ugh, jocks.
I just don't get it.
Seems like some silly high school stuff.
I know.
I just wanna graduate already.
Montoya!
Fellas, what's up, dude?
A.J, what's going on, dude?
Ay, what's wrong with your hand?
Uh...?
No beer, brotha. Woo!
Dude.
All right.
Live fast, die young.
All: Yes!
A.J?
Take this shot, bro.
No deal.
Just take the freakin' shot,
come on.
Oh, Jimmy!
Good job, bro. Take a shot, bro.
Yo, there's no more beer.
Dude: Ay, there's no more beer.
Dude #2: Someone go for a beer run!
Ay, ay, ay.
Jimmy can do the beer run.
Chanting: Beer run! Beer run!
Ay, if you don't do the beer run,
the women are gonna leave, Jimmy.
- Here, come on. - Don't think...
I got this. I got this.
All: Oh!
Jimmy,
we're homies, right?
We go way back, pee-wee league football.
Good times.
Quit peer pressuring him, man.
He's a good soul.
All right, you'll do the beer run then?
Fuck it. I'm down.
Give me another shot though. Give me another shot.
Let's do this.
Watch it, dog. I mean, I always be seeing the cops around here.
So just watch it.
Don't trip, bro.
I'ma drive this shit in stealth mode.
- That's right. - Yeah, boy.
So how you gonna do it, J?
I'm gonna go in there all cool
and, uh, grab two cases.
Yo, two cases? Two cases?
I'ma grab two, and jam the hell outta there.
Yeah, dude!
That's straight strong man competition right there, boy.
- You ready? - I'm ready.
Wait, wait, wait, wait!
[speaking Spanish]
Okay, now, go get it. All right?
Ay, ay, and get me some skittles too.
And some corn nuts, too, fool.
No... maybe.
Security guard: Bro.
I saw that picture you posted.
Are you for real?
What's up, Eddie?
You know, just chillin'.
Ay, todo calmado around here, huh?
Yeah, it's a good neighborhood.
That's wassup.
Just let me know if any hoods or punks
give you any trouble.
I'll come over and, uh,
well, you already know, man.
All right, my boy. You have a good night.
You too, man. Be safe.
- Hey! - Oh, shit!
What the hell are you waiting for?
Run kid, run!
Ay, did you get my skittles?
Man, hurry up.
Just leave it, just leave it, just leave it!
Come on, let's go!
- [door pinging] - Ahh!
- Wooo, nice! - You the champ, dawg,
- you thee champ! - Ahh!
Oh my god. My fuckin' hand.
[tires squealing]
[indistinct chatter]
Ay, just gimme the keys. I'll start the car.
[engine stalling]
Okay.
[sputtering]
[engine turns over]
Don't listen to him, mijo.
You know how your dad gets.
I don't care.
I just wanna hurry.
Okay.
[headbanger music playing]
Bye.
I said bye, mijo.
Sorry.
Bye, mom.
Are your gonna make it to our race today?
You know it's hard for me.
I have to work.
But I'll try, okay?
Either way,
good luck on the race today.
- Okay. - Okay.
I love you.
I love you, too.
'm gonna kick your ass.
Rosie.
Hey.
You guys better settle down.
Where's your coach anyway?
Uh, our coach is meeting us there.
Well, then who's in charge?
Um, the boys coach, Coach Menlo.
All right, well,
I'm giving him five minutes, then I'm calling the district.
- All right? - He'll be here.
Yeah, he's just a little late.
Wait.
Boy: Look, here comes Coach.
Come on.
Sorry, boys.
Whoa Coach, are you hungover?
Nah. Just... I couldn't sleep.
Besides, I don't drink alcohol anymore.
- Why not? - Allergic.
It causes me take off my clothes and act like an a-hole.
So is that why you don't have a girlfriend?
He doesn't have a girlfriend 'cause he's broke.
All possible answers.
Anyone else?
Is it because you have a fat belly--
All right, all right, shut up.
Let's get moving before you say something hurtful.
We gotta close that gap.
Announcer: In first place,
last year's defending champs...
Orange Coast High School.
Give it up.
Nice.
JV gets medals too, uh?
Huh, nice outfit.
Nice ponytail.
Let's go.
I hate those guys.
Dude, those guys are good every year.
- Man, they're tall. - Ah, that doesn't matter.
You saw that guy who won the L.A. Marathon, right?
He was short. Prefontaine was short.
And Prefontaine had a mustache like mine, right Coach?
Yeah, except he didn't have his by Jr. High.
But seriously, we gotta get psyched.
We're coming off a strong summer with our best team yet.
Your senior captain, Rosie,
- third place today... - All right, Rosie.
[speaking Spanish]
you all run hard.
I like that. Hey,
did I ever tell you guys about my first love?
Simon: What was her name?
- It wasn't a her. - Julio: A him?
Nah, come on cabron, no, no, no.
Here, hold this. Mira.
- All: Oh! - Simon: That's badass.
Yeah.
Running.
Running was my first love.
Before I even dated girls,
I was XC to the core.
Wait, we can date girls, Coach.
You should see me at school, I mean,
- I'm picking up all the time. - Julio: Shut up, Simon.
Simon, I love your jokes, man, but listen, seriously,
this can be our best season yet...
our championship season.
Hmm?
[horn honking]
Hey, you hear that?
- You guys want some ice cream? - All: Hell, yeah.
Yeah, how 'bout some paletas, right?
Yeah, why not. What flavor do you want?
[yelling out flavors]
Well go, go get 'em. Go, go.
Are you guys kidding, really?
Three miles from everyone.
Put your things down. JV, gimme two.
[mixed chatter]
Why you guys smiling? Huh?
Let's listen up, all right?
Responsibility.
You guys have a responsibility
with my team.
One gets hurt,
and we all get hurt.
And boy, did you guys hurt
the wrong one this time.
So much hard work
so you guys can just fuck it up!
Do you think I'm just here
just because this is fun for me?
Huh?
We're out
our starting quarterback.
Do you know what that does?
I swear,
you guys really blew it this time,
and I'm gonna make you pay for it.
I want you out there
ready for a hard practice
as soon as Coach Cruz is done with you.
A hundred gassers,
in the sun, all of 'em.
If any of these runts puke,
start over.
All right, you guys heard him. You brought it upon yourselves.
I want you guys on the field in less than five minutes.
Now, I know a lot of you kids
just don't like math,
but come on, guys.
I like math, Miss Rios.
Yeah, right.
And specially for you seniors in here,
you have to pass Algebra
if you want to graduate.
Okay?
Now A.J,
don't be afraid to ask for help, okay?
I'm available before and after school for tutoring.
Billy: Miss Rios, you can um, you can tutor me?
Ryan: No, no, I need home tutoring. I need you to come to my house.
I need sextra credit.
As a matter of fact, why don't you boys
come up to my desk and I'll give you a little slip
for some "private tutoring,"
some one-on-one time.
- Come on. - Let's go, dude.
I'm first. I'm first. No, no, no.
Here you boys go.
Plenty of study time in detention.
Now go see your counselors.
[period bell sounding]
[mixed chatter]
Let's go!
Ay, you guys want some milk for those cookies?
They're weak, man. They're weak.
I don't even know why they're in here.
I'll tell you one thing,
- somebody egged my house again. - Again?
- Again. - That's the second time this week.
I know. I'm gonna find the son of a bitch who egged my house
and I'ma take a shit on his lawn, man.
But seriously, I mean, come on.
She doesn't even let you get a piercing.
Exactly. Man, that's gonna freakin' hurt.
I'll catch you guys outside.
Oh, just because you can google concussion,
you think you're a doctor now?
Go gear up, and let us worry about stuff like that.
- Unbelievable fatass. - Kids, man.
Ay, Coach, can I talk to you for a minute?
Um, one sec, A.J.
You know what, go set up the cones for practice.
I gotta talk to Cruz real quick.
Yes, sir.
Sorry, sorry.
Would any of you fine gentlemen
tell me why there's football equipment in my office?
You got evicted, Menlo.
JV Coach Sanchez needed an office.
- So... - I see.
Yep so, uh, all your little pink ribbons,
you can go and hang those somewhere else.
How 'bout that?
Find another chalkboard, homeboy!
[laughing]
Well, you guys are really funny.
Uh, let me bend over like the rest of the administration
and just give you everything you want.
Um, excuse me?
How long you been teaching here?
Oh that's right, you don't.
Cruz, Sanchez, myself,
we're teachers.
We've earned this.
- Online masters, homeboy. - That's right!
- Fall of 2016! - Pop that collar!
You're just trying to figure this shit out.
Ay, uh, I gotta ask you a question though, man, straight out.
You don't get embarrassed driving that old wagon around,
that national lampoon thing, huh?
Nope.
That thing...
that thing has character.
Oh that's right,
losing teaches character, right Menlo?
You know what's funny, man, is you've got the most character
in the whole school, man. Way to go.
I'm proud of you, dawg. You... Right here!
Good luck.
There's the door.
Yeah.
Get the hell outta here.
Hey! Goddamnit!
Everyone still in here is gonna owe me 50 up-downs.
Let's go!
You guys, get to practice, too.
Screw you, you're not my coach.
Ay, you defiant little-- Come here, you little punk!
A.J, come on!
You and Jimmy should have the cones set up by now.
And why the heck you dressed for practice anyway?
Well, Coach, I was hoping I could do some workouts today,
maybe bleachers, or anything you need me to do to stay fit--
For what? You're no use to us out there.
Your season's done.
I-I know, but, um,
maybe I can recover for college ball.
Ha ha! College ball?
That's a whole nother level of football,
and I'm sorry to break it to you,
but size does matter, kid.
But I mean, you said...
I am the Valley's leading quarterback in passing yards,
touchdowns, and All-League City MVP--
Yeah, the city of El Monte,
not Dallas, Texas.
Look, A.J,
you're a good athlete, no doubt.
You ruined your chances
when you acted reckless.
A.J, son...
you're still part of the team.
Come along for the ride.
I, I wanted to be a champ.
You are a champ, champ.
But what are you gonna do, huh?
- I've-- - Hold that thought.
I gotta take a piss before practice.
And take these towels outta here. They smell like ass!
[mixed chatter]
- Good job! - Good job!
[music playing]
Ay, I thought you were too cool to run.
Yeah, looking a little tired there, A.J.
Legs burning a little bit, man?
Too... tired...
need... water.
And about a mile to go
and still no cheerleaders.
Later dick.
See you at the finish line, bro.
[music playing]
That's all you guys got?
What the hell happened to you guys?
Announcer: Third and 19
for Monte Valley...
Listen up,
we have our first league meet in two days,
so today we're doing a nice five-mile tempo run.
Pace yourselves,
I don't want anyone sore on race day, okay?
[mixed chatter]
Coach Menlo: Eddie, you're varsity this week,
so don't hot dog it, all right?
So, go ahead and warm up into it.
I'll meet you guys back at the finish.
Well, warm up.
Hey, Coach.
Sit down.
Hello there.
Well, well,
looks like we got a new kid on the team.
You are A.J?
Yes, sir.
A.J...
these are our XC boys.
We're doing a five mile run.
Okay?
Go ahead and jump in.
Coach, that's A.J. Montoya.
I know.
Whoa, too fast.
What happened to pacing ourselves?
All right, grab some water.
Everybody, go ahead get some water.
A.J, come here.
A.J, not bad.
So, I'm thinking we'll try you in the J.V. race this week to--
I don't do JV. Trust me, I'm varsity.
Hmm, that means top seven fastest...
Yes, sir.
Okay.
I like that attitude.
We'll see what you got.
Go get some water and stretch.
Yes, sir.
- Coach. - Yep.
He's a football player, he's not one of us,
and he doesn't deserve to run with us.
Why not? He seems committed.
Let's give him a shot.
He...
- He's a... - Rosie.
Can the kid run?
Let's give him a shot.
Snap out of it.
If you're looking for Linda, she just stepped away.
- She did? - Mm-hmm.
I can wait.
Hey, you coach the cross country boys,
- don't you? - Yeah--
I'm Miss Rios.
- Miss Rios. - Mm-hmm.
I, uh, hear really good things about you.
Oh yeah, like what?
Like, uh...
you're a really great teacher.
Okay, that, uh,
- that you're very pretty. - Ah.
But, you are a really great teacher too, right?
- Right? - God.
Is that the only impression I'm leaving on these kids?
By the way, I hear we have a really great
- cross country squad this year. - Actually, we do.
- Thanks for noticing. - Mm-hmm.
Seems like all everybody cares about around here
is football.
Well, I like running.
I ran my first marathon last month?
Oh wow! Ever think about coaching?
That's where all the big money's at.
Funny, my boyfriend said the same thing.
Great.
Hey!
My favorite person in the whole wide world...
every other Friday.
Uh, check please.
Thank you, beautiful.
It was a pleasure talking with you.
I have an appointment to get to.
Oh of course, likewise.
Have a good season.
[music playing]
He's gonna get it! Come on!
You win some, you lose some.
All right, let's get outta here, guys.
Yeah, we're gonna go to "The Boat."
- Chavita. - Yeah.
We're gonna go to "The Boat."
Wait, wait, wait, wait a minute!
Wait, there's-- what about the Late Daily Double?
There's two more races left--
Enjoy the suite, Coach.
Hey, watch out for these fools from South Sierra, man.
- They race dirty. - What do you mean dirty?
You know, throwing elbows,
clipping heels...
they're pricks,
and they beat us every year.
Forget the other teams, bro.
But headbands and black jerseys,
go after them.
Everybody take one step back.
Runners set.
Don't get too excited, A.J!
Make sure you get their splits at the mile mark.
Okay, come on.
They're going out fast.
[crowd cheering]
4:54, 4:55. 4:56.
Easy Rosie, easy.
There.
Come on, guys! Dig, dig!
We got a quarter mile left!
Let's go, Rosie. Come on, guys.
Hang on, A.J!
Ralphie: A.J.'s falling back, Coach.
Ralphie, gimme a quick score.
Um, I don't know...
it's close.
It's like seven points.
- They got us. - Ugh!
Come on.
Yo, wait up.
You guys going to The Post or what?
- Breadsticks? - I got a full ride, man.
Dick, we'll lap it, man.
Scoot over, Ryan.
Ay, A.J, A.J, A.J, A.J...
it's tight, bro.
Ernie: You can meet us there if you want.
[laughing]
Ah, you're a runner, run there.
Run, Forrest, run!
You been waiting for me? I'm sorry.
Let's go watch a movie, what do you say?
I'm actually going to the mall with the girls in a bit.
Oh, the girls, hitting up Victoria's Secret again, huh?
Yup.
Poor guy, dude. His stomach's probably turning.
- Do you think he's gonna cry? - Hands are probably shaking.
Absolutely. How long have they been together?
- Absolutely. - You've seen him cry at games
when he loses. Imagine him losing a girl now.
- Ay, he's an emotional dude. - Aw man, this is perfect.
I mean, football's cool.
I don't know what's going on half of the time,
- but Track? - Cross Country
Cross Country, whatever...
who does that?
Look, A.J,
it was just time.
We're changing, the both of us.
I'm still the same guy.
I know.
Here.
I just don't want us to be awkward around campus.
I mean, we have the same friends.
Billy: Yo, get you phone out, get your phone out.
- No, I can't record-- - Come on, you got to.
Come on guys, get up here!
Time to party!
Wooo!
- Ay. - This sucks.
It was rough, I know.
But forget about this race.
We got the League meet coming up in a few days.
Hey, we need that win to set us up for League Finals.
Right now, just cool down with your team.
- Come on. - My team?
We suck! I got last!
Hey, don't say that.
Don't say that.
We don't become champs overnight.
You gotta put in a lot of hard work.
We gotta learn how to bounce back up.
What am I doing here?
Yeah dude so, I mean,
I think she likes me. You know?
Dude, just because she borrowed
a pencil from you does not mean she likes you.
I bet she doesn't even follow you on Instagram.
Simon: Dude, come on! She could've asked
anyone in the class for a pencil,
- but she chose me. - Chad: All right, listen,
have you even talked to her outside of class?
- Simon: Not really, but-- - Julio: Exactly, exactly,
- thank you. - This is a start. It's an opening.
Yeah! See, Tito gets it.
Nah. Rosie, what do you think?
Do you think she likes Simon? I mean--
Ay, Rosie?
[mixed chatter]
- You forgot this the other day. - Ay, whoa, whoa, whoa.
What do you think you're doing?
Uh, don't you running punks eat together behind the dumpsters?
Okay?
I think I'm done running for fun.
- Ooh, that's right. - So that's it?
It's too hard for you?
- Please. - Ryan: Dude,
do a real sport like football, and then you can
come talk to us. Okay? All right?
Shut up, Ryan. You don't know shit.
All you do is complain--
"It's too hot today, hell week is hard"...
You know what?
You wouldn't last one day in cross country
'cause cross country takes balls.
Ba-- Cross country is for pussies, dude.
Come on, A.J. Forget these guys.
You're a good runner, A.J.
Yeah, and let's face it,
you're probably gonna miss the whole football season so.
Dude, don't listen to these guys, okay?
They're lames.
I mean, come on, look at them.
This guy don't even know English.
Honestly, what do you guys know about winning anyways?
All I see is a bunch of rejects
who always find excuses.
You punks got no fight.
- You got no balls. - Ryan: Ohh.
Pussies, dude.
You know what?
Fuck you guys.
Fuck all you football players.
And you A.J,
you're too chicken shit to even stand out of your own group.
You can go ahead
and sit on those sidelines
sobbing like a little bitch.
We don't need you.
You're a tough guy now, huh, Rosie?
Tougher than you.
You guys better take your friend away
before he gets himself hurt.
Simon: This is crazy shit, man.
I've seen this backyard boxing shit on WorldStar,
and they get vicious quick.
Boxing?
You told me this was gonna be a backyard kickback.
Aren't you tired of these guys calling us pussies?
Ay pues cabron, you better know how to fight, man.
I wrestled sophomore year, remember?
You weren't that good.
I don't remember you winning a lot, man.
I was okay and...
you guys are supposed to be pumping me up.
- Dude, what do you want? - All right, all right.
Ay Tito, here, play something badass.
[rap music playing]
- [music stops] - Watch out, fool.
Sorry.
Yo! Hey! What're y'all doing here?
- I'm here to box. - That's nice,
but y'all weren't invited, so I mean---
Yo Billy, it's cool, man.
These guys are with me.
Let's go, guys.
You guys are crazy.
You seriously here to box?
What about you, Cuong? You here to box too or what?
Chale. I'm just playing bookie, you know, taking bets,
making some money off these vatos.
Rosie, dude, I'm not gonna box you, man.
My hand.
You guys should just go home.
Ryan: No, no, no, no, no,
they should run home.
Do one of these, like the sissies they are.
Rosie, we should just go, man.
Billy: Seriously though,
you guys wanna stay, you gotta box.
I got a dude over there who's ready for a match.
- Ryan. - Wassup?
You want some?
Naaaah, nah, man,
I'm, I'm, I'm clean.
Jimmy, how 'bout you? You want some?
[all laughing]
Ay! Ay, Rosie.
Why don't you go for it? You're acting all bad.
Why don't you box him?
Or... I mean, uhh,
if you're scared, it's fine. I understand.
We do have some ladies over here.
Ladies. Would you like to box this young gentleman?
- He's only 105, about-- - No, leave it alone,
leave it alone, It's all good, Ryan.
- I'm just saying. - Fuck it, I'll fight.
- Oh, damn. - No, wait, hold on, Billy.
- You'll box Bouncer then? - Rosie no-- Dude,
we could find someone else to do this. Billy, come on,
there's like four or five other people who can fight him.
No, no. I wanna see this. I wanna see this!
I'ma go get him.
Check it out. Easy man, easy.
What are you guys doing, man.
You guys got the wrong glove, on the wrong side.
We don't box, man.
- Ay Cuong. - Yeah, what's up?
He's not really a bouncer, right?
Nah. That's his gang name.
Oh, don't worry. He left the gang life when he was 12.
[laughs]
Hey, so uh, you taking bets on this fight?
Uh, I don't know if anyone's gonna bet against Bouncer, man.
He looks kinda drunk.
- I wanna bet. - What are his odds?
Fool, put your money away. I'm not gonna take that.
Neta! I wanna bet that Rosie can last.
- Hmm. - That sounds good.
All right. I like that.
We'll do bets on how long my boy Rosie can last.
All right Rosie, are you ready?
Come on, get loose, get loose.
Put your hands up and go like this.
What's that?
I don't know, man. Just do it.
- I've seen it on TV. - Yeah, move around a lot.
Get him tired. Tire him out.
You're a runner, come on.
Yeah, seriously, use your endurance. Just keep moving.
You can outrun him. Just think it like that, okay?
And no body shots. Just clean shots to the face.
Always make sure to use both hands.
You know, double punch, you know, double power.
- There you go. - You got this, Rosie.
Just keep doing that. You got it, man.
Now go kick his ass.
Ey.
[mixed chatter]
All right, listen, no kicking,
no nut shots, no Taekwondo,
nothing like that, all right?
Let's get down! Whoo!
[cheering]
All right Rosie, atta boy!
Come on ref, he's resting.
Dude, are you sure you wanna keep doing this, Rosie?
You know what? Then you gotta change it up.
You gotta get dirty.
Come on!
Bouncer, watch out, watch out!
Nah, let 'em go at it! MMA style! MMA style!
What is up with you, man? Leave him alone!
Ay, what's up with you? You're sticking up for him?
You've changed, dawg.
Nah Ryan, I don't see the point, man.
You know what? Fine, whatever, I don't care,
whatever. Ay, but finish this though!
Okay.
Looks like we're the first ones here.
Let's find a big tree so we can have some big shade.
No squirrels, huh.
Okay...
What the heck happened to you guys?
Rosie?
Well?
Did you get jumped by the SGV Trece or what?
Where's A.J?
Coach,
A.J. wasn't on the bus.
Today is the day we take back The League.
This has to be the springboard
to the rest of the season.
[horn honks]
I'm sorry I missed the bus Coach,
but I did bring a group of friends here
that'd like to cheer us on today.
Okay.
Let's go run.
Come on, come on.
Awww! Savage, A.J!
Oh yeah, definitely.
But uh...
Hey, how come you guys don't have varsity jackets?
- These? - Yeah.
Those are for jocks, man.
You guys are jocks, hello.
No, there's a big difference.
- Yo, Simon. - What's up?
Isn't that Karina Mendez?
What's up with her? What's up?
Simon, he has the biggest boner for her---
well, the biggest tiny boner for her.
He swears he's gonna take her to Homecoming.
Fool can't even dance.
You don't even know my moves, man.
- Then go talk to her. - Yeah.
Shit. Nah man--
- Come on. - I'm not...
I'm not dressed and you know,
she's with her Drama friends.
Whoa, wait, wait, wait, wait, drama?
- She's in drama? - Yeah, bro.
You know what that means?
Nah, what?
Dude, drama girls
are the biggest freaks.
They're all down like that.
And she probably smokes a little bit of...
a little bit of pot.
You never know man. I'm dead serious, you know.
Go approach her. Go offer her, um...
your breadstick.
- Screw you, man! - Just uh...
just go compliment her.
Tell her that, uh, she's good in that one play...
- or... - See,
See, I've never seen her act.
- So, lie. - Are you sure?
Trust, man. You got it.
Oh, this is gonna be good.
- Just do it, man. - There it is.
- [speaking Spanish] - I got this.
Go get 'em, tiger.
Ow.
[speaking Spanish
- Hi, Karina. - Hey.
Hey, you were, uh,
good in that play.
I'm sorry. What did you say?
Uh, you were good in that play you did.
Which one?
We haven't had any this year.
Of course you didn't.
Um, I'm talking about last year.
You know? Hey, uh...
do you want some breadsticks.
- Uh, we already have some. - I mean, um...
Weren't you the one that farted in fifth period?
No. That was, uh, that was...
What's up guys?
Yeah, uh, my friends are calling--
my friends are calling me.
So uh, I'll see you guys later.
Goddammit, guys.
[instruments playing]
[band music playing loudly]
[period bell sounding]
[cheerleaders cheering]
...A little bit louder.
We are number one!
We are the Vikings, two!
We still can't hear you, three!
A little bit louder.
We are number one!
We going up or what? We gonna stay?
- Nah. - Come on.
Let's just kick it here.
- Ryan: What team are we? - All: Vikings!
- What team are we? - Vikings!
We got this, baby! Let's go, let's get it!
- [cheering] - Let's go!
Vikings! Vikings! Vikings! Vikings! Vikings!
That's right! Let's go! Let's get 'em!
[music playing]
League Champs!
You did it, dude! You did it, dude!
All right everyone, get in the giant banana.
- Hi-5, Coach! - [cheering]
You're doing good. Good job.
So wassup, Coach, you going trick or treating or what?
Yeah, yeah, with your mom.
- What are you going as? - A gorilla.
Oh, so you don't even have to dress up.
[ooh's, ahh's]
Okay, looks like you guys are ready to go.
Take 'em to Tijuana, por favor.
Thank you Ms. Swanson, thank you.
Thank you Ms. Swanson, thank you...
And you're leaving.
And you're leaving...
Hey, that's the ghettoest Spider-Man costume ever, bro!
Yeah, it's the "paisa" edition.
Ay, screw you guys.
- My mom made it. - Hey,
we're gonna go check out that party A.J. told us about.
Yeah, and if not, we can always go T.P. some houses.
Hmm...
T.P. some house
or watch girls in calzones...
Hah, I'm taking combo numero dos.
I'm feeling lucky tonight.
[whistles]
Hello?
- What's going on? - He's lost it man, bro.
I can't believe that asshole cut him.
I know. That's fucked up, dawg. Football's his life.
Coach Klingerman said he was wasting space on his team.
How long has he been up there?
- I don't know, - like half an hour. Shit...
He won't come down, dawg.
Monkey boy,
how'd you climb up there?
Ooh,
It's, uh, pretty nice up here.
Watch out, you don't wanna fall.
[laughs]
Hey, what do you say we go and egg Klingerman's house.
Honestly, who likes playing for that douchebag anyways,
huh?
I did.
Listen Jimmy,
you know you're my hero?
Yeah,
I've always admired you.
Yeah, right.
I suck at football.
There's so many people in this world
who go unnoticed,
'cause they're not looking for fame
or medals.
They just do what they gotta do,
and they do it for others,
like you.
You know, when I busted my hand,
I felt sorry for myself.
But you never complain
when you're getting hammered out there.
You get back up.
You, see the guys over there?
They're here
'cause you're a hero to them, too.
They will always be your team, Jimmy.
And I'll always have your back.
Now what do you say, we get outta here,
and hang out like we used to.
[cheering]
Let's go.
So what do you think? Should we go in?
Yeah, why not?
Let's check it out.
For sure, let's go.
[music playing]
Partygoers: Chug! Chug! Chug...
Chug! Chug! Chug! Chug! Chug! Chug!
Got it!
[cheering]
Partygoer: Go Jesus!
- Shots! - Shots!
Shot!
Okay, who let the high school kids in?
Wait wait, wait, okay, maybe we can let some of them in.
Hey, are you Spider Man, I think.
[laughing]
- Are those botas? Julio: Yup!
No way!
Ay, check this out,
six legs on his spider!
- Wait, how many do they have? - Uh...
Screw you guys, man.
Ha ha ha ha! No way.
Hey Playboy,
grab me that bottle of wine, will ya?
[whistles]
So, how do you know what you're making?
Experience, my boy.
It looks like you're just adding anything.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. No!
Well, yeah...
maybe, yeah.
Uh, but there's precision behind it.
Jungle juice has to be very sweet,
but yet very strong.
Ladies love it.
Hey, what's up?
Jungle Jesus Juice for the lady?
Here you are.
Let me rinse that off for you.
That's how it's fuckin' done.
Guys, I hate to be the responsible one here,
but how long should we stay?
Don't we got that race tomorrow?
Is that supposed to be cute?
Oh snap.
What is up, Rosie, fellas...
Come on over.
Party's going this way.
[starting horn blowing]
[announcer background chatter]
I wanna do it.
Yeah?
We can, we can-- car...
Anywhere.
Just let me go to the restroom first.
You know who's here, right?
- Wassup, who's here? - Uh, Karina.
- Where? Here? - Yeah, it's your chance,
before Homecoming. We have time.
My children!
Gather around!
- Oh! - [giggles]
We have a birthday girl in the house.
[cheers, whistles]
And in the house of thy Lord...
- Mm. - Uh-huh.
- we celebrate birthdays... - Mm.
- ...with lap dances! - [cheering]
[music playing]
So I want you all
to show her a sexy good time!
- Who's gonna be first? - Spidey man.
[music playing]
Spidey man?
[giggling]
I... am... so... horny.
[gasps] Wait a minute.
We should go in there, 'cause it's gonna get real hot.
- Jesus H. Christ, man. - [music stops]
Come on guys, you can do better than that.
You're making me look bad.
Next dancer!
[softly] Next dancer.
All: Ut oh. Ut oh. Ut oh.
[music resumes]
Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!
Goddamnit!
Come on guys, you're making me look bad.
Don't make me come out by of retirement.
[ooh's, oh's]
Anyone else?
Bro, come on.
- Playboy! - [cheering]
You got what it takes, young buck?
[sultry music playing]
You got some sexy moves for the lady?
Hi, Karina.
[speaking Spanish]
Son of a bitch.
What the heck's going on here?
Let's get your high school drama outta here.
- Let's, go, man! - Ay, this is bullshit, man!
That freak stole my girl.
Hey, so the kid stole your really hot girlfriend.
That happens.
I am not his girlfriend.
See.
And who do you guys think you are?
[laughs]
We're the football team, baby.
Ooh-hoo-hoo! Cool, the football players.
It all makes sense now.
Hold on, hold on. Bundy. Yo Bundy.
- Bundy! - Bundy!
All chanting: Bundy! Bundy! - Partygoer: Yeah, Bundy!
Partygoer #2: Yeah, Bundy!
Look Bundy, it's your friends?
Four touchdowns in one game.
We got the real Al Bundy here.
You trying to fuck with these guys right here?
You know, I'd be nice to them,
you might work for them one day.
All right, that's enough. Everyone,
let's just go back inside. Let's have a good time.
- All right? - Who's this?
The captain of the football team?
- Yes sir, captain. - Freakin' captain.
You guys do know that after high school, football's done.
- It's over. - Lobby Boy Costume: You know what?
They still got the annual Turkey Bowls, dude.
[cackling]
Dude, I get it.
I get it. You guys used to be nerds.
Now you're all grown up,
you can talk to girls.
Congratulations.
And you guys, what... probably played JV Tennis?
Bro, we should all just go.
A.J, A.J, A.J.
A.J, you're not going with them, are you?
- Uh... - We got a race tomorrow.
And we're actually going somewhere,
not like your sad football team.
Easy, Rosie. We got a chance, right fellas?
All: Yeah.
You think you're the shit just 'cause you can run?
No, we actually got futures,
and all you know
is football and partying.
Well, enjoy it, 'cause it's gonna be
the only highlight of your sad life.
Chill out, Rosie. Remember when no one gave a damn about cross country?
So what? I gotta thank you?
No, but I gave you a chance, so did everyone else.
We don't care what others think.
You think we needed their love,
'cause we sure as hell didn't need yours.
Is that so?
All right, let's go.
Rosie,
what the hell just happened?
Holy shit.
Announcer: We're just about ready to start our next race.
It'll be Boys Division I Sectional Finals.
All teams, you must have checked in with the clerk of the course.
Coach! Coach!
Sorry I'm late, Coach!
I'm here. I'm ready to go!
- What do you think you're doing? - I'm here for the race.
- I made it. - Are you kidding me? You're not racing.
- What? - The race starts in five minutes.
- You're not even ready. - I'm warm.
I warmed up from the parking lot,
I'm ready to go. I got this, man--
You're not racing, okay?
Come on, Ralphie!
Announcer: Top five teams in this race
will qualify for next week's
- State Championships in Fresno. - [scoffs]
- [starting gun fires] - [cheering]
[excited chatter]
- We're in first place! - We made it!
- Yes! - First place!
Wooo! But did you see us though?
[cheering]
- Hey! - All: Yeah!
Hey!
Can you guys just tear this thing down.
- Oh shit! - Hey!
Tear it down, and let's get out of here like everyone else.
I don't wanna be the last one here.
[mixed chatter]
All I'm saying is they better have a pep rally for us though.
Yo, you think we'll make the local Tribune?
Hell yeah.
You know why? 'Cause we got style.
Those Orange Coast guys ain't got nothin' on us.
They can't touch us,
a bunch of lame fools.
Hey!
That's enough!
Those "lame fools"
kicked our butts today,
along with three other teams,
and they're gonna do the same
when we show up to State Meet
and get last.
[silence]
We're nobodies.
You guys are talking like we're champions.
We're not champions,
and the way things are looking
we're not even close.
We didn't have our best performance out there today.
And I know you guys went out last night.
Julio,
your legs looked weak out there today.
Simon,
you weren't even focused,
and don't even get me started on A.J,
don't even think that I can't smell the alcohol
on your breath.
I should... you know what?
Don't even come to practice
on Monday!
You screwed up big time!
Everyone else,
I don't wanna hear a peep
on the bus ride home!
A.J.
Hey, how you doing, son?
Would you mind if we, uh, talk for a minute?
Sure, yeah.
Let's go.
Football?
I'm not even healed yet.
Doctor said it's gonna be
- another month or two-- - Ah, don't listen to them.
Doctors get paid to play it safe.
Look, son,
I just wanna see this season end right.
You know what I mean?
Back with your friends that, who knows,
might be playing their last football game.
You see that wall?
I wanna see you up there.
You belong up there.
Remembered as one of the best.
We can do this.
Or, just as easily...
we can make it vanish.
Gone, forgotten,
like all the other nobodies who come through here.
It's up to you.
I gotta go, Coach.
Okay, it's good talking to you, A.J.
Do the right thing for your team.
[montage music playing]
[no audio]
And your Fall 2016
Homecoming King is...
A.J. Montoya!
Uh, A.J. Montoya?
Are you here?
- Ay, go Jimmy. - Come on, Jimmy.
- Just go on, man. - Just go, Jimmy.
Go, go, go.
Haha!
What's up, Menlo!
Easy 50 bucks, right? That's how we do.
Yeah.
I trip out on these things. We got all these youngsters
right here with their high school crushes, man,
trying to impress everybody.
You know for me, I'm just sayin',
and I'm just putting it out there.
It took my kid to get me straight.
Yeah, responsibility.
That's what it's all about.
But uh, who woulda thought.
I mean, look at us now, right?
You know what I like about you, Menlo?
Is you're still the same dude.
Yeah, you're still the same guy.
Menlo, I gotta go man, but you stay straight.
Oh hey.
Hey.
Those kids out there are having a blast.
I don't remember my school dances being this fun.
Nah, our school dances consisted of dry humping.
You came to school here, right?
Yeah.
That right there's, uh, my senior trophy.
Wow, you guys were good then.
Actually, that's, uh,
that's just a runner-up trophy.
You're still running though, right?
Well...
yeah, sometimes.
It takes a lot of commitment to be a coach...
even teaching.
Sometimes I just don't know
how to connect to some of the students.
I don't know if it's something that I'm doing wrong,
or maybe I should just focus
on the ones who want to learn--
Don't do that.
Fight for the ones who need it.
They think they know everything,
but they don't know any better.
They can even graduate,
become adults,
and still not know any better.
Those will have to learn the hard way.
I just hope I can leave an impression on them.
Oh, I...
Yeah, they're gonna say,
"Miss Rios changed my life...
and she was smoking hot!"
Oh my God.
Ugh.
Hey, do you ever think about going back and becoming a teacher.
I-I don't know.
I-I-I feel like,
I'm too old, it's, I mean, too late...
Listen, it's never too late
to do what makes you happy.
Those kids love you, I can tell.
Think about it.
Come on.
Let's go, come on.
- Come on, you got it. - No, I don't want to.
- You're so close. - No, no, no, no.
Thank you for the ride.
What's up guys?
Hey.
Wassup fool?
[mixed chatter]
Okay. - Hell, yeah.
I guess that's everyone.
Our top seven,
no band, no cheerleaders...
just pure running.
- Shotgun. - Chad: No, wait.
Simon, grab my shit.
Really Chad, really?
Really?
That wasn't necessary, man.
All right guys,
eat up, eat up, eat up.
Good stuff, good stuff.
Glad you joined us, son.
I didn't wanna have to turn into a bad guy.
Feels good to do the right thing, Coach.
Sure does, doesn't it?
Holy crap, check this out.
- I call dibs on this bed. - I call dibs on this bed.
Wassup...
Simon: I'm definitely not sleeping next to Julio now.
Announcer: Let's hear it for the home team,
your South Pine eagles.
It's been an impressive year so far with only the one loss.
And the Monte Valley Vikings are on the field now.
With returning quarterback, A.J. Montoya?
You think he's gonna make a difference?
You know, this is first game back from injury,
so we'll see if he can pick up where he left off last season.
Announcer: Here we go!
Looks like they're going with A.J. Montoya right from the get-go.
[whistle blows]
Are you kidding me?
[commentator chatter]
A complete overthrow by Montoya.
What the hell was that? Commentator #1: An incomplete pass by Montoya.
Commentator #2" You think Klingerman jumped the gun
- by starting him too early? - He's not happy down there.
Let's see what they're gonna do.
Ramirez, warm up.
All right, Montoya,
I believe in you, buddy.
Let's go.
Announcer: Third and 13. Somebody...
Commentator #1: There it is...
a 20-yard completion.
A late hit by the Eagles.
Montoya looks like he's hurt.
Announcer: Flag on the field.
Unnecessary roughness number 54...
an automatic first down.
Wait. What happened?
Who the fu--
Jim, what's going on down there?
Huh.
Those little motherfuckers.
Hey.
Hey!
We're supposed to be up early in the morning...
[sniffs] What's that smell?
[knocking on door]
Great.
Eat this.
Hey, Coach.
A.J...
Is it all right if I talk to the team?
I don't know...
Come on.
I'm sorry, guys.
I'm sorry it took me this long to realize
such a great team I had.
I let myself down, but most importantly
I let you guys down.
Dude, stop.
I'm sorry.
And...
we're really glad to have you here.
As long as you don't mind
sleeping on the floor.
- [laughter] - Boy: Shh!
- Shh! - Simon: Dude...
I could have sworn,
Rosie was gonna say,
"You had me at hello."
- [all laughing] - Shut up, man.
[Tito speaking Spanish]
Okay.
Looks like you have an hour before you go warm up.
Restrooms are over there, I'm gonna go pick up our packet.
Don't wander off too far.
Shouldn't you give us a speech?
What do you mean? You guys know what to do.
Yeah, but it's State.
Shouldn't we have a plan or something?
This is my first time at State Meet, too.
You really think we can win today, Coach?
Pfst! Yeah, heck yeah,
we got a shot.
Let's just go out there and do what we always do.
I think, uh...
I think uh...
You know what?
That's not true.
- What if we all PR? - Yeah
I mean, you gotta all PR by a lot.
That first mile is gonna be blazing.
If we want a shot, we gotta be there from the beginning.
What about pacing ourselves?
Yeah, I mean, we can die if we go out too fast.
Yeah, true,
we can even lose our chance at placing.
But if we relax and lose that lead pack...
we'll never catch 'em.
Ah...
fuck.
You know,
gambling isn't for everybody,
losing hurts.
God only knows I've had my share of loses,
mostly my fault.
But then there are instances
when things just fall in place.
I've wasted too much time waiting
for things to fall into place for me.
You guys are my best bet.
And yes. Miracles are possible,
but we gotta go out there
and make those miracles happen ourselves.
Whatever happens,
we can take it.
We die out, we pass out at the finish,
we can take it.
Especially because we're not alone.
We've got a team who's willing to take
those risks with us.
We're gonna do it...
together.
Hell yeah, D-I-T, baby!
- [cheering] - Yeah, get it!
[as Scarface] Okay,
have I got something for you, man.
Take a look at the bag.
Simon: Damn, what the he'll are these?
- New jerseys? - Yes, well no...
- They're vintage. - They're sick.
- Simon: They're old. - Uniforms from my days of glory.
I never won championships with 'em.
- It just says "Monte." - What?
- You like 'em? - Yeah Coach, thanks.
Hell yeah. We're Monte.
Monte.
Together: "Monte!"
Announcer: Okay, it's now time
for the Boys Division 1 Championship Race.
Orange Coast looking to defend its title
against stand out teams, Central Oaks, Riverside, North Bay
- and many others. - Okay, gentlemen,
do me a favor, take one step back.
There will be two commands,
runners set and then the gun.
Okay, good luck, you got this.
Runners set...
Announcer: Our boys are out very quickly through that first turn.
You can already see Orange Coast,
they got three runners up there
in that top lead group, however...
We see our boys starting to come into sight,
and we've got a bit of a surprise--
Monte Valley from the southern section.
They've got a group of runners right up there
in that top group.
Quite a race for them.
This is their first appearance in the State Meet
since the 70s,
and they are out impressively.
Let's hear it for the winners
and back-to-back State champions,
Orange Coast High School.
No. It's all you guys.
And our Third place finisher
for the California State Championship
is Rosendo Flores.
Oh, I'm so proud of you, honey.
I am so proud.
Coach Menlo,
you guys raced like champs out there, man.
Thank you.
Maybe we'll get you next you.
[laughing]
Maybe.
Good job, tiger!
[all chanting] Rosie! Rosie! Rosie!